#Snapchat Voice Scan
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Collapse Into Me
Request: anon— A honeymoon fic of Colby bringing his wife to Wales like he mentioned on Snapchat during their Europe trip
Summary: Wedding planning polarized you and your family, but it made you realize that Colby’s family is the one you were meant to be in.
Warnings: Colby x Reader smut, Dom/Sub dynamic, Bondage, Overstimulation, Unprotected Sex, and all the warm fluffy feelings
Words: 9k
No Y/N Used
Title is from ‘Telomeres’ by Sleep Token
My hands were shaking, trembling to the bone, and I couldn’t tell if it was due to the cold in the air or that shrill in her voice.
“And so you think it’s a good idea, now?” My eyebrows pushed together at the sight of hers raising. “Of all times, now?”
”I mean, technically not-not now. In February.”
”February?” I didn’t think her voice reached that pitch, but of course it was me who could draw it out of her. “You’re giving yourself four months to plan a wedding? You’re so stupid.”
”Tell me why I’m stupid about this. You haven’t given me a valid reason; you’ve given me ridiculous reasons for why you think I’m stupid about other things, but not this.”
”Because,” she sighed with a twinge in her voice. My eyes grazed the stringy amber brown streaked blonde directionless curls at the end of her wavy hair. The last three inches of them should have been cut off months ago. “You of all people should know that it’s dumb behavior to have a ring on your finger three months into even entertaining the idea of being-of being stuck to someone.” My eyes fell flat.
I never liked the fact that I was five inches shorter than my cousin, but at this moment, I realized that she swung her height clunkily with those heels that used to be in my bedroom. My mom left them on my bed for me when she accidentally bought two sizes too big for herself. Of course I left them in my cousin’s car accidentally on purpose because why would a clan of near-six-foot-tall women leave a size ten shoe for the one who barely hit five foot four.
“Okay,” my voice shook. “That kind of hurt actually.”
”Yeah; truth hurts. That’s how you know that this is the truth.” If that was the case, I could hurt her a lot right now. I would start with the fact that her eye color never really matched her beloved blue mascara, but that was neither here nor there.
”Well… I’d rather be stuck to him for the rest of my life than you guys.” I looked away and shoved down the burning in my throat. I continued the blame before she could gasp her pitiful response. “I mean, it’s true for you I suppose.”
”It’s true for anyone!”
”You-You hardly know what I want.” The scoff of her thick lips made mine push in a tight line.
”I’ve seen you under the sun enough to know that you’ve daydreamed about your honeymoon being at the beach.” Or maybe I simply day dreamed about a summer vacation without your squeaky voice cutting through the soothing sound of waves—
“I mean, you’re probably just projecting,” I sighed. “At least your skin keeps a tan. It’s just too much work for me to prioritize staying dark.”
“Yeah I know,” she said and I bit my tongue to conceal the roll of my eyes as if my eyes and tongue were connected. “Maybe I should just convince your mom to talk sense into you.”
”I mean, I’ve told her already and you’re the only one who’s given me this amount of shit about it.” Her eyes widened; they yielded a confrontation I wasn’t ready for.
“Hm,” she sighed. Her eyes scanned me and it felt nice for her to be speechless if even for a second. “Well I still don’t like it.”
”And not everything’s about you.” This time her eyes rolled.
“Where are you even getting married? He has enough money to take you wherever you want and have it done.”
”Pf,” I scoffed because my stomach turned at the sound of her already expecting something from him. “Perhaps, but you damn well know I have enough money to bring all of us anywhere I want to go.” Her eyebrow rose. Only one of them.
”So you’re telling me he’s making you pay?”
”I don’t remember your opinion mattering when it comes to issues between a husband and wife, but go off I guess.” She audibly gasped.
”I’m telling your mom you said that.”
”Do it,” I challenged without blinking. She rolled her eyes. Her stupid car keys flicked over her hand. No one ever told her that the weight of all the senseless chains between far and few keys on the ring could ruin her ignition. She probably pumped her own gas once.
”I will.” She spun on her heel and walked over the edge of the curb. Her hand settled on the handle of that pristine Audi she bought last autumn. Well, she didn’t buy it; follow the money up the chain and it would come from YouTube into my bank account. “Also, I could never see you getting married in the dead of winter. You’d blend in with the snow and dead trees.”
I rolled my eyes because she didn’t know that it made me cry at night when my skin reddened from the unrelenting summer sun.
It didn’t even snow in Southern California.
”Hey,” he said, and the door of the car hardly opened all the way when the sweet sound hit my ears. Despite the tension in my throat, I stifled a wide smile.
”Hi,” I said as I sat down and closed the door. A flick of a millisecond long expression from him told me that I held my breath for too long when I said my greeting.
“I’m guessing it went…”
”Yeah no,” I sighed as I released the tension in my throat. My fingers etched into the thick leather of his car. His hand found my thigh. My eyes still peeled out the window. “She’s an idiot. They all are.” He was quiet for a moment. Before a smile broke. God, I couldn’t look away from him even if I only drowned on half of his appearance. His eyes were on the road.
“Sorry, but I anticipated that.” I shook my head.
It was September, and Colby and I got engaged almost a month ago. I waited to tell any of my family until now so that we could breathe and be excited by taking a break at work and partying with friends more than necessary. I knew that it would put yet another ringer between my women dominated family who each had expectations much higher than I did.
Well, my expectation of the actual person I was going to marry clearly was higher than theirs. Their primary focus was the wedding and who their bridesmaids were going to be and where the bachelorette parties would be and where the honeymoon—
Jesus Christ.
Maybe I was the second out of eleven of us getting married—I had three sisters and four first and three second cousins; all of us girls—because I wanted to get it over with. Maybe it sounded sad, and I kind of was, but this sadness was rooted in the stigma they inadvertently forced in me when I was young. I knew I didn’t meet their expectations when it came to the kind of dresses I liked.
Don’t get me wrong; I was no less materialistic than they were. I just liked making my own money and giving myself clothes and dresses devoid of color when I wanted to, unlike the ones their mothers and fathers threw at them in between whiny complaints. They dressed me up one time when I was sixteen; that was when the oldest was married at 25. I wasn’t a bridesmaid because there were too many of us, especially when combined with her two best friends.
And I wasn’t the flower girl either because I wasn’t the youngest. But if she had asked me to be the flower girl, I would have dressed in a floor length black dress out of spite towards the embarrassment.
The first time I would be in a wedding would be my own, and I was thoroughly happy about it.
I liked the way—that when Colby’s fingertips dragged up my leg to find my hand, and once found—his own rings clashed with the one he gave me. I also liked the fact that the first ring I ever accepted from someone was his, and also the fact that the first ring to be placed on his ring finger would be the one I would get him. Despite the dozens of rings that adorned his fingers at every second of the day, I knew he deliberately made vacant his ring finger, even if he never explicitly mentioned it. I noticed.
So now we were on the way back to his house. I suspected Sam was back from his morning responsibility and as were other friends considering the amount of food in the backseat. Colby must have picked it up right as he picked me up from the cafe I met my sisters at that morning.
We talked about the engagement at first, and I was smart enough to tell them in public so they couldn’t make too large of a scene. It was my sister who was the happiest. She was two years older than me; the oldest of us four. Two of the three cousins who decided to spend their time on me had to warm to the idea. It was my second oldest sister and the third cousin who stayed later after everyone else left to chew me out about it.
I was saved by God herself when my sister said she was going to be late for work and left. My cousin didn’t get the memo and didn’t leave in her car until Colby’s had been sitting on the side of the road, since all the parking spaces were taken, for a solid minute.
It felt like I could breathe everytime I stepped foot in their house.
Once everything was settled, anyway.
Colby told me the night we were engaged, after the party and after we had been alone for two hours, that he would have proposed to me in the spring, but it took all those months to convince Sam that it was a good idea.
”I never expected you to be the one to convince Sam that marriage could be good; I thought it would be the other way around,” I told Colby when my thumb still twisted the engagement ring on my finger. He laughed.
”I don’t think it would have mattered who was getting married between us; the other one was bound to take months to come to terms with it.”
And I knew it had nothing to do with me. I love their friendship wholeheartedly; I had no complaints about it at all.
“I really don’t hold any of that-that mess against you, you know?” I shook my head in faux annoyance.
”You don’t have to tell me that everytime I had a standoff with them about you,” I snapped. “I know you don’t. If you did, I wouldn’t be here.”
“That’s a little much—“
”I mean, even though I fucking hate them sometimes—most of the time—I still couldn’t marry someone who seriously hates them. That’s for me and me only.”
”You take the brunt of them too much.”
”Yeah well,” I sighed as we got to the house, and thanked God for it. “Someone has to and at least I have the patience to not tear their family apart unlike our mothers.” He smiled, and I knew it had nothing to do with what I meant.
Their family, as in, I was already founded by another.
Wedding planning was nice when I was secluded with my friends and when I was with Colby; the anxiety of being without the rest of my family was forgotten. I knew I was different from them, but I didn’t realize how much I was until my own wedding planning turned into a mirror. I also couldn’t stop thinking about my oldest cousin’s wedding; maybe it was a blessing more than a curse that I didn’t have to wear one of those coral bridesmaid dresses that looked stuck in a 2015 Instagram feed.
I really didn’t look good in coral. Maybe that’s why I wasn’t chosen. Or maybe it was the fact that if I chose a dress that would cover my tattoos, it wouldn’t match her aesthetic.
It didn’t matter to me. None of them would be in my wedding.
I take that back; one would, and that was the one who cried when I FaceTimed her two weeks ago. Colby, even, invited her to a party of recent to which she declined but was thankful still for including her. She was a month younger than me. I threatened her to not tell the rest of our family. The fact that I told her was enough; I knew she wouldn’t.
Maybe there was a certain decibel of venom on my tongue when I talked about my family to the boys, but I was too lethargic to say it to their faces. My family would expect yelling, arguing, and receipts, and at this point, I simply didn’t care enough.
I decided to save the energy for the week the world learned about who was in my ring of bridesmaids.
“Good thing you only have a few months left of it,” Colby said a bit too happily. I smiled as we grabbed the food and walked into their full house.
And a few months it was.
I dizzied at the sight of the makeup on my face. To be completely transparent, I tried this look on myself before and I thought I looked decent until a professional artist, obviously, made my version of the look more similar to a newborn digging through its mother’s makeup bag. Two days. Just two more days and it would be over. It guilted me that that was how I felt about wedding planning, but I just wanted to be alone.
Alone with Colby; how was that different than being alone at this point?
Somehow, the weather caved as if it knew and obeyed the spite in my heart. Thick winterous clouds rolled in last night, and I couldn’t help but smile at them. No longer did I imagine a piercing blue sky over us in our wedding photos. I didn’t fully understand why it made me ecstatic to know that the weather would traditionally be not ideal for a wedding.
Maybe it was the fact that the earth gave me what I wanted.
My mother, three cousins, and one sister complained about how gross it was outside and how they wished the sky would clear up. I silently prayed it wouldn’t. I could have sworn the clouds turned grayer. I knew I wouldn’t get snow in Los Angeles, but my family was right about the fact that I wouldn’t have been able to handle the chill.
And I thought that fluke cool front in September was cold.
“What do you think?” I asked as my best friend walked in the room upon the makeup artist’s request.
”Stop,” she gasped and she smiled ear to ear until the burning I ever so hated coiled in my throat. “I fear I’m going to have to be a bitch to you tomorrow so that we won’t get all sentimental and cry it all off.”
”Good,” I snorted. “Because if I cry I’m punching you in the throat.” I held the mirror and looked at myself. It was the first time I wore makeup that mended with my skin tone. It didn’t look like I stole mud from the earth and rubbed in on my cool skin. I looked more alive and healthy than I did when my sister did my make up, and my heart sped at the idea that each of them would scowl at the eyeliner that might have been a millimeter thicker than the average wedding liner. I don’t know what it was; I didn’t do things out of spite all the time.
It simply looked like spite when I did things for myself.
I saved putting my dress on for tomorrow.
But when tomorrow came, my best friend tied it up for me. Or zipped it. Both, actually.
The photographer snapped our intimate moments in the women’s getting ready room. My two other friends, my sister, and Colby’s sister including our moms who stopped by for no more than ten minutes accompanied. The silence was a blessing even though we were the furthest from actually staying quiet. I didn’t think I liked other human voices until I met my closest friends.
It ended before I convinced myself it started.
My stomach was in knots until I saw Colby that day, and then I remembered the rest. I blacked out when I was with him, always, and could only remember the things we kept between us. The rest of it didn’t matter. The morning mattered, but the nerves gnawed at them, and when we were together, who cared about the cousin gossiping rows away?
I heard his footsteps before his voice. He took his time, and I didn’t move.
I stood in the room that my bridesmaids and I readied ourselves in nearly an hour ago.
My lips still buzzed from the feeling of his. We kissed far too many times to count, but it felt like this one counted more than the rest.
He took more steps towards me.
I noticed my breath as my eyes still peeled out the window. The heavy winter clouds still hung low, and the trees around the venue were almost colorless aside from the nearly black bark that hung on through the stress of winter. The decorations took the place of snow, and I appreciated my best friend’s idea of having black and white be the colors for our wedding, because I couldn’t look away. The red roses displaced here and there warmed the ornate black iron chairs facing the altar, and I imagined what the semi outdoor and indoor reception space appeared like now that people and music filled it.
He didn’t say anything by the time he stood behind me. His hands found my waist. I still didn’t move.
I knew he came to find me, primarily, but also prepared me for entering the reception hand in hand. I assumed all that was forgotten when he found me here, alone. I didn’t intend on being alone. After photos, my bridesmaids and I came up here to freshen up and they then went off to arrange our entrance. Colby did the same with his groomsmen.
“Fuck off; go find your wife we have business to attend to,” I read Sam’s lips. Colby laughed and didn’t question when a handful of them raced by with cans and markers in their hands. I watched them down below on the porch; butterflies filled me when Colby walked in the front door.
A breath dragged quickly between my teeth when Colby left a trail of slow kisses from my neck to my shoulder. The white lace of my sleeves hardly clung on my shoulder giving him much room. He didn’t take advantage of it for the sake of photos, but I knew he wanted to. I leaned back into his touch, but didn’t take my eyes off the window.
The ceremony space was fully empty now; the last few guests made it to the reception space.
“As much as I’m contemplating taking you here and fucking you on every surface of this room, I’m not sure you would appreciate me messing up your makeup before we go to the reception.”
My face burned, oh it burned, I didn’t look at him or else his pestering smile would make it worse.
”Bring me downstairs then,” I laughed and turned to him finally. I hardly looked at him before his lips were on mine. My arms wrapped around his neck, ever pulling him tighter. I breathed him in as he tasted me.
Maybe my wine red lipstick was transfer proofed on purpose, but a tiny part of me wished it wasn’t because his new ring wouldn’t be the only symbol of claim on him.
”Come on,” he said, and his hand slipped in mine.
I tasted him through the reception.
Through pictures, dances, cake, and conversations; I didn’t think a mouth could be so memorable.
”What?” I gasped when I butted in the boys’ conversation at the end. Sam looked at me with wide drunken eyes that buzzed from the thrill of the night.
”Uh—We were reminding Colby to just chill out and take a breath before seeing his car and probably have it washed before you do anything else or else he’d have to get a new paint job tomorrow.”
”Jesus Christ,” Colby laughed.
And after we left the venue, we did just that. I didn’t know that shaving cream could eat away at car paint but there we were.
My ears rang after the car doors were shut, and my breathing caught in my chest.
We were alone.
We had been alone and spent many nights sleepless and breathless, but none of them amounted to that night, that moment. I couldn’t pinpoint why, I just knew.
He didn’t say anything in the minutes it took to reach the freeway. My palm burned against his. His fingertips raced up my palm and invaded the lace that started at my wrist. Chills electrified up my arm from where his fingertips touched, and I didn’t move away from them.
My head spun with every step, and before I knew it, we walked into the hotel suite booked if only for a handful of hours. Until our flight. I walked in, my breathing definitely not under control, and he haphazardly set our bags down. I felt his eyes on me, and before I could turn around, I heard his quick steps. I broke into a smile when his hands reached me, and he spun me around harshly for himself.
His hand held my face, and no longer was his touch filled with care for my appearance. No, it was filled with a vengeance to touch, to please, to get near. He licked into my mouth and I gave and gave, his hands didn’t leave any part of my body untouched, even as we stood there.
And then he fell to his knees.
My breath left me as he looked up darkly from where he descended. As I drew a breath to ask what he was doing, hands slowly snaked up my legs.
“Colby,” I hummed his name. There wasn’t much of a skirt to my dress; it was more a-line than anything, but the thin layers of fabric were soft, durable. My skin crawled at the sound of it brushing against the sleeve of his thick jacket. He still hadn’t changed a thing about his appearance since the ceremony. Maybe his jacket came off at some point while dancing, but we could see our breaths in the air outside.
”Oh—“ I couldn’t contain my hums, moans, and noises as his fingertips trailed up my skin, and when he dove under my dress and used his mouth on me instead, I saw stars.
I couldn’t remember another word other than his name. I felt it too; the hum of his own moans against my thighs. What on earth took him so long? I was torn in two. A part of me needed to feel every part of him now, but the other wanted to stay here forever and let him touch and kiss every cell of my body.
The muscles in my stomach tensed the moment his fingers grabbed the top of one of the garters around my thigh and he snapped it back. My hand reflexively pushed his head and he laughed. I thought he would take it off, but no. His retaliation was shoving me by the hips to sit on the edge of the bed behind me.
Instead, his lips and tongue dove right where I ached for him.
With a gasp, I tried to handle what I felt, but I couldn’t. He didn’t even move to take off the lace that was probably ruined with my arousal and had been for hours now. Then a few fingertips dipped behind the side of it and I preened at the feeling of his cool fingerprints in my unbearable heat.
“Colby—“ I gasped yet again, but he didn’t wait up. Two fingers dove into me. He knew how ready I was; he probably knew from the look in my eyes alone. Then he whispered something against me that I couldn’t make out. He shoved the lingerie out of his way, and I gasped at the tough stretch of the lace in my inner hip. His tongue was on me, his mouth worked me and sucked me sweetly as his fingers slowly moved in and out.
My head hit the bed as I gave up any power I had.
Then he gasped and breathed heavily as he pushed my skirt up higher. It pooled across my hips, and I rose to my elbows so I could finally see his pretty face. It was flushed, and his eyes were dark and hazy.
Those hands grabbed my thighs, and the pressure fueled my lust must have left bruises in their wake. I yelled his name as he dove back down into me, and I finally was able to string my fingers through his messy hair.
I chanted his name like a prayer and I felt moans and words in between my legs again. No part of me could find the mess he made of his mouth, my heat, repulsive in any way even though I know I would scrub us clean in a handful of time.
”Oh my god, I’ll come already,” I gasped. Of course this fueled his movements. My voice broke into higher whines, and he didn’t complain if I yanked on the roots of his hair too tightly.
He licked me through my orgasm even as I shook through violent aftershocks.
He shot to his feet.
”Please—“ I gasped. His eyes didn’t come off mine as he unbuckled his belt. I did, though, I took my eyes off his eyes, and I launched forward. Even though it may have taken more time than if he did it, he allowed my excitement to fumble with the button and zipper of his pants. I felt his gaze on top of me, and his hand stroked in alignment with the currents of my hair. It was pinned behind me loosely where rivers of strands wound elegantly.
My heart raced at the feeling of his rough, and respectfully gentle hand warmly brushing and leading me without messing up my hair. I wanted him to, though. God, I wanted him to ruin my hair.
Ruin my makeup.
I pulled him from his pants, and a river of uneven breaths flowed from him. He hummed my name when I took him in my mouth.
”Just-Just want inside you,” he whispered. I ignored him and laced my gaze with his as I went down on him over and over. His eyes rolled back and my body surged deeper around him when pleasure overcame him. I might have gone faster, might have gotten ahead of myself— “Alright, alright,” he gasped. He grabbed himself and pulled me by the hair. I gasped when I came off of him.
He shoved me down to the bed.
I looked up at him, and he didn’t move us. He didn’t take another article of clothing off us.
I couldn’t speak, and from the look in his eyes, he clearly couldn’t either. His heart raced; I could tell by the way his breath escaped him in and out unevenly. He shoved my lingerie to the side again.
Like every time his body mended with mine, he filled me to the brim.
“Love you—“ He gasped so lowly I hardly heard him. “Mine, you’re all mine.”
”And you’re mine,” I whined when he thrusted harshly. We didn’t leave room for teasing. He didn’t want to waste another second—not that any of the many seconds of the day were wasted—but what else was each glance we sent each other on this day other than teasing, foreplay.
God, I undressed him with my eyes dozens of times today alone.
His hands raced down my legs, pushed them back and spread them further apart. Eyes tore me to shreds. His face strained with pleasure, and I had to hold onto the duvet tightly since I couldn’t read what I wished to.
”God—fucking—in the way—“ He cut himself off with a tear.
He didn’t want to take off any of my clothes, no, he wanted to savor the sight of this day on my skin, so he tore the side lace of the lingerie slightly so that he didn’t catch on the tightness of it. I gasped some tension released, and he was able to find better leverage.
”I love you, I love you—holy shit—you’re mine.” This time he leaned forward with one of my legs hooked over his arm.
”I’m yours,” I repeated.
”I’m going to cum in you and you’re going to stay filled with it until the morning,” he said. I thought his hand wrapped around my throat, but that was just my visceral reaction.
“Colby,” I gasped his name breathlessly. “Need you in me forever.”
It was quick, and I didn’t realize until later how calculated it was.
After he filled me, he recovered me with the tight white lingerie—albeit slightly ripped now—and his release couldn’t slip out. My body trembled under his touch, his gaze, and he kissed me like he meant it at the altar. He always did.
”Sit up,” he gasped. I obeyed and looked up at him for the next direction. Instead of making a command, he walked over and sat behind me on the bed. His hands were hot and sweaty, his breath still quick.
Then, his hands started working on the laces and zipper of my dress. It took him a second, but he learned and released me from the dress slowly. A part of me wanted to rush him, but this was it. The first and the last time he would take this dress off of me. When it was undone, his fingers uncovered my shoulders; fingers grazing my inked skin behind the falling lace.
Colby stood in front of me as I too raised to my feet and he pushed down my dress. I stepped out of it. When he went to worship the rest of my body that he neglected, I cut him off. I grabbed his face and kissed him. I savored his moans against my tongue before I licked into his mouth. His hands were on me. They fell down my bare sides, ran over the roughness of the lace lingerie over my hips, and raced back up over my shoulders, my chest.
I pulled away.
Without looking away from the eyes I swam in every day, I loosened his tie and pulled it off. Then his jacket.
My fingers worked and unclasped the buttons of his button up. With each one I unbuttoned, I kissed down his skin. I felt the way he shuddered under my breath, my lips, and I was reminded all over again the real effect I had on him. His heart beat erratically, his breath wavered.
I kissed all the way down his body until I was on my knees. The shirt slipped from his shoulders. He pulled from his shoes and pushed them away. Then I pulled his pants off fully; obviously they were already unbuckled.
He moaned my name, and somehow this was more intimate than him putting his cum in me.
”Come here,” he said before I could take his underwear off. I stood. He kissed me again, but he pulled me. His lips pulled me, his hands.
I followed him into the bathroom.
Looking back on it, every decision he made was calculated. He always allowed me my fun, but he never skipped a step or a plan.
Colby flicked the light in the bathroom on and he pulled the stool at the wide granite sink away for me. I sat and looked at myself in the mirror.
A flush matched my messy makeup and painted my skin. For as dressed as my hair and face were, my body sat completely bare. Naturally I considered cowering away, but he would never allow that. I froze as he stood behind me and ever so gently, began pulling the hair pins from my hair and setting them on the sink.
Pretty sure I melted then and there as if nothing that had just happened, happened.
I watched his face as he focused. With every pin, a strand of hair cascaded down my skin. Goosebumps spread over the touches. He kept the hair down my back and didn’t allow it in front of me. I knew that was on purpose; I would have covered my nipples with the strands.
When my hair was completely free, he left the bathroom.
”Colb—“ He immediately returned with my bag. He opened it. He grabbed the smaller bag inside of it knowing my brush and makeup remover were in it.
I could have been shaking from the chill in the bathroom, but I think it was from the warmth that pooled in between my legs in my underwear. I knew my eyes were darkened with thoughts. I looked up at him in the mirror as he brushed my hair.
The fact that his cum pooled in my underwear while he did the sweetest, gentlest thing he had ever done for me turned this into the filthiest memory I had.
He must have known that this memory would get me on his knees for him every day for the rest of our lives.
“Stop that,” he finally broke the very long silence. I don’t think we ever sat in such a long silence without one of us sleeping.
”Stop what?” My voice caught. We ignored it.
”Staring at me like you’re going to eat me or something.” I laughed.
”Obviously,” I mumbled as I rolled my eyes away. He laughed at the heated blush on my face.
”God, you’re so beautiful. Insane in my hands.” He left the brush on the counter. “Take off your makeup and we’ll go lay down, okay?”
”Okay,” I nodded.
I knew he wanted to shower, but he wanted me to sleep with his cum in me more.
After I was finished cleaning my face, he shoved me back down on the stool. I gasped when he got on his knees in between my thighs. Darkly, his eyes glanced up at me for a moment and then he looked at my skin where he touched me.
As his fingers drenched the skin of my legs, he tugged the garter on my thigh off with his teeth. His breath left hot chills trailed behind.
When the early sun woke me up, I realized he purposely didn’t draw the curtains so we could wake up without an alarm but still on time. We woke up very much so on time; we didn’t need to leave for the airport for another three hours. It was six am. I opened my eyes and rolled to him. His body was on fire, and my skin writhed at the feeling of his hard he was against me already. Before he choked out his first word, I straddled him.
“Baby,” he moaned, hands rested on my hips. I still wore my underwear like he wanted. His eyes fell down my body and landed on my underwear. “Off. Need these off now,” he demanded as he played with the frayed edges of the tear he caused. I raised my hips and pulled them down. His refreshed eyes didn’t miss a second of my body that was revealed from under the white fabric.
”Holy shit—“ he gasped, and that was how I realized we mixed—our fluids mixed—in between my legs and still connected my underwear to me. He didn’t spend another word. He threw the lingerie aimlessly and grabbed my hips with a force, a dominance, he didn’t use last night. I squealed as he yanked me back down on his lap.
My eyes rolled back when we both thrusted my hips across him; up and down.
And when he filled me, when he shoved me down on him, I rode him until we both neared tears and more of his cum stuffed inside of me. The sun had barely awakened the city.
He washed my hair and my body in the shower that morning, and I was glad I woke us up so early so that our third round in seven hours was under that hot shower rain. It was less the rain that washed clean our mess between my legs and more his tongue. More within this night had he fallen to his knees for me than I could remember. So, naturally, I fell on my knees for him after.
We stood at the wide mirror and talked as we got ready.
Our flight to Wales was in an hour and a half.
And my stomach was in knots.
It was difficult to wrap my mind around the fact that this was the true start of the rest of our lives together, and not only that, we were on our way to an entirely different country alone to stay alone for a week without distractions. We’ve traveled together before, but I knew that nothing was about to compare to this.
Only through TSA did he pull his hand away from mine.
I didn’t even think about it.
Not even a millisecond of time was spent worrying about anyone else. Not our families, our friends, or our work took up a second of space in my head. I was torn apart for choosing the honeymoon location. While discussing it with Colby, we realized that we both already wanted to come here. He had been here with Sam before once while on their Europe trip. This country was simply romanticized in my head by the books I enjoyed.
The grass was infinitely greener than I anticipated considering the chilling weather. When I touched the grasses and blades of bristles that show from the soft earth, they weren’t soft or warm, and I snapped my hand back with a smile.
The room was blue, I think; more windows spanned the walls of the bedroom than an actual expanse of drywall. The spindles of the bed were high and came together only a hair from the ceiling with white satin draped past the plush duvet. My fingers grazed the stitches in the duvet cover. He was behind me.
I figured we would get accustomed to this house in a few hours.
We would get accustomed to each others’ bodies again in the meantime.
First, his hands raised to my waist like they did so often.
Then he spun me around violently; that same gentleness must have run thin from our hours of travel. The sun set behind the horizon already and orange bands through the winter clouds were the only light in the dim room.
He kissed me again and without being able to see, my sense of touch was heightened to the max.
My back hit the bed and my pants slid down; I wasn’t sure which came first. The next thing I knew, he was over me, and his hand supported himself next to my head. I only made out his silhouette as my hands touched every part of it.
“Oh fuck—“ he gasped when my hands harshly invaded the top of his pants before he could remove them himself. I couldn’t not say his name; at this point it was a habitual moan for me.
He kissed my neck and shoved my arms to the bed on either side of me. I didn’t even try to stop the embarrassing sounds that poured from me when he harshly fucked his hips into me at the same time that his teeth hooked on my skin. Now he could leave his mark. I knew he suffered the past month not being able to leave his love marks all over my body for people to see for the sake of photos. I yanked his shirt off forcefully before he dove back into tasting my skin.
He needed to make it up to me. There was a month of aggression, possession and need to touch, to claim.
“Fuck me,” I demanded. His breath hitched in his throat and the pressure from his hips doubled. “Fuck me so hard, Colby. I swear to God—“
I screamed when he suddenly pushed into me and didn’t give me a second to process.
”No need to beg, baby,” he hummed; his voice darkly quiet in my hair. I didn’t remember when he pulled himself from his underwear or when he moved mine. It was all too fast. He fucked the moans out of me. I thought my vision went blurry.
He raised to his feet and I realized that this was the second time we hardly made it to the bed since being married.
“Feel so good,” I whispered with moans broken by his thrusts.
“Get up,” he demanded. I tried to sit up, but I couldn’t. It was all too much. “Get up,” Colby spat and his hand linked around my neck and he yanked me up. I gasped and open mouthed kisses shared between our panting breaths. I rolled my hips into him and his eyes shut tightly.
”Turn over.”
Shaking gasps poured from me from the fire lit butterflies that those simply words shoved down my throat. I turned over. My knees almost fell to the floor, but he hoisted me up and shoved back into me.
”Oh my god, Colby!” And a loud lengthen moan streamed from him. I balled the blankets in my fists when he raised one of my knees onto the edge of the bed for a better angle.
I didn’t just see blurry, stars and colors swirled behind my eyes as well.
”Holy shit, my pretty wife, taking me so well.” I could have passed out from his words alone. Then his fingers grabbed me by the roots of my hair.
He yanked. My back bent backwards and I felt him push kisses and moans against my head, my neck. God, it was so rough too. It had only been a month since the last time he fucked me with that desperation of wanting to leave a piece of him inside, but it felt like the first. His other hand left bruises and purple crescent moons in my hips, my ass.
”Fucking hell—Get up, lay on the bed,” he finally broke and pulled out of me. So of course I scrambled to lay my head on the pillows naturally if it meant he wouldn’t be inside of me again until I obeyed. I watched as he grabbed things from his bag. “Will you give me your wrists?”
”Fuck,” I gasped and my hands shot above my head. “Yes, yes, yes.” And he laughed at my enthusiasm. He tugged my shirt off.
A gasp sucked through his teeth fast enough that I knew they burned from the chill.
Even in the dark, his eyes devoured the way my fair skin contrasted with the dark lingerie that laced over my chest. He yanked my pants off the rest of the way and his eyes fell lower.
”You wore this all day?” He gasped.
”I put it on when I went to the bathroom in the airport.” A deep breath slowly left him. Then he leaned over and clicked on the lamp that sat on the table next to the bed.
The orange glow drenched my body, and I writhed under his intense gaze. I knew he ripped the thick lace apart in his mind. I waited and waited for him to actually do it.
Instead, he grabbed something he laid on the bed a second ago. The world stopped spinning when he lifted his wine red tie and wrapped it around my hands and a portion of the frame of the bed below the headboard. My heart was in my throat; the same tie he wore when he sealed our marriage with a kiss in front of our closest friends and family was now the fabric that tied me down to his bed. Our bed. It didn’t matter what physical bed we were in; it was ours.
”Pull, baby,” he sighed. The way his voice was smooth like he talked me to sleep as if he wasn’t tying me down thinking of all the ways he could rip my clothes off. I tested the makeshift cuffs but we knew it didn’t matter; he was entirely proficient in tying me down.
Fingers started at my throat and they painfully slowly dragged down my skin. Chills waved down my cold skin in their wake, and he rounded my heat and followed the band of lace that dipped an inch lower down my rib cage. The strap of matching lace around my waist that hooked onto my matching underwear were what his eyes drowned on next. He tugged on one of the stretchy bands that connected them and snapped it back. I winced.
”You’re going to kill me,” he simply said. I nodded like that’s what I intended.
I held my breath when he picked up my vibrator from the bed.
”Colby—“
”Sh,” he said with finality. The vibrator hummed to life. “You’re not about to tell me what to do, right?” I shook my head furiously.
He shoved it against me over the lace.
I gasped and my back arched. His hand held my side; thumb stroked across the lace.
”So fucking hot, holy shit,” he muttered through gritted teeth.
”Why-Why are you holding back?” I moaned.
”You don’t want me to? I won’t be nice.”
”Tear me apart, Colby.” His eyes darkened, unblinking. “Do you not want to use me? Claim your wife?” His nails jutted into my skin and I gasped a moan.
He turned the vibrator onto the highest setting.
I screamed. My eyes rolled to black as the pleasure washed over me—more so drowned me under tons of ocean weight—and he firmly held my hips down and pressed it tighter against me.
”You want me to use you?” My skin crawled. His voice still hardly trespassed a whisper. “How could I expect anything else from my slutty wife, hm? Tied to my bed, dressed like a whore, and begging for me and teasing me with that filthy mouth?”
“Colby—“ I gasped with a shaking seriousness.
”What? Realizing you bit off more than you could chew?”
”Colby—“ I warned him, loudly this time.
”Cum,” he demanded. “You wanna act like my slut? Then cum for me.”
That’s what I warned him about; I was too glad that he demanded from me what I couldn’t control.
My climax blinded me and the pleasure only lasted for a breath before overstimulation stung me. He didn’t budge though. Not as I writhed, kicked, and tried to twist away from him.
”You fucking kick me again and I’m tying your legs down too.” I couldn’t even respond to that jeer. His voice picked up now and a sick part of me couldn’t get enough of it.
“Please,” I begged. “Can’t breathe—“
”You know our safe word,” he teased. My mouth closed. He scoffed. “What I fucking thought. Just a dumb slut who wants me to ruin her.”
“I’ll be so-be so good for you, please! Your fingers—Give me your fingers, please!”
”God you sound so pretty crying for me to fill you,” he sighed as his head lulled to the side. Completely enthralled; his eyes only blinked as much as necessary.
Moving my underwear to the side just enough for his fingers, Colby’s lips parted as he teased my slick entrance.
”Plea—“ He pushed three inside of me. “Oh shit,” I gasped. “Oh shit, yes, yes please.”
”You love it, hm? Love it when I fill you? Fuck you senseless?”
”Yes! I love it, I love it so much.” I tightened around him when the waves of pleasure built again. He shook his head quickly before the words even started.
”Don’t cum.”
”What?” I gasped. “Col—“
“No, I said don’t cum. You told me you wanted me to fill you and fuck you, so how about you take it first? Then maybe I’ll be nice if you cry hard enough.”
He wasn’t wrong. Tears already flooded my eyes.
Colby leaned over me. His lips hovered just out of reach. They parted as if he breathed too heavily to contain himself, and a parted smile shined down at me when I couldn’t gather myself. I whined when I couldn’t kiss him or touch him or reach him. I could only feel him the way he wanted me to.
”Please,” I gasped quietly.
”Please what?” His soft voice whispered. My eyes shut tightly, a tear fell. I wouldn’t be able to see that cute smile and listen to that gentle tone without imagining his fingers fucking me harshly and his other hand pinning a violent vibrator against me.
”Let me cum.”
”You’re not demanding me to let you cum, are you?” He asked as his eyebrows furrowed with question.
”N-No, please, Colby, please let me cum on your fingers, please.”
“Aw you sound so sweet, baby, trying to sound like my good girl?” The teasing made it unbearable. Yes, the vibrator made me lose my sense of self, but that venomous teasing gave it to Colby. Everything that I am was in his hands, his control.
“Yes! Been so good for you let me-let me cum already I can’t-I can’t control it—“
”Good thing you’re not supposed to,” he said. “I’m the one who tells you when to cum, okay?”
”Yes-Yes Sir, you-you—Please! I’m so good for you, wait-wait for you—“ I lost control of my voice.
The pain from the overstimulation dissipated.
My hands didn’t pull on the restraint anymore.
Colby kissed me sweetly. His lips and tongue left soft kisses down my neck.
”Yeah, that’s right, good girl,” he whispered calmly. He moaned and looked down in between us before he rose to his knees again. “You’re so good for me, so beautiful, so perfect. Fucking cum—oh my god—cum for me, baby,” he finally told me. And I let go.
I moaned his name and I fully relaxed into it, into the pain and the pleasure, and everything he gave me. I knew I drenched him. I added to our mess. I couldn’t tell if he lost control of himself or if I blacked out, but the next thing I knew, he finally filled me again.
”Holy shit—Colby—“ I cried. Finally his moans met my ears, and I almost crashed into that pool of pleasure all over again.
He fucked me as harshly as his fingers just had, and I watched his sweaty face twist in pleasure through blurry tears.
His free hand moved to my throat; his forearm rested on my chest for support. I whispered his name. Another warning.
”You going to cum one more time for me, my love?” He gasped breathlessly. “I’m so close, will you cum with me?” I nodded quickly even though I didn’t want this to end. I lost track of time when his body made itself home in mine. ”Oh shit!” He finally broke and raised himself to his knees.
I watched as he raced a hand through his hair; fingers tugging at the roots as his eyes watched where he entered me.
”Cumming—“ I cried and his eyes flicked to mine for a moment.
The height of my orgasm hit me then he pulled out. I rode it out on the vibrator as his moans became music in my ears. He finished himself off; painted me with his release.
It took work for me to hold my eyes open. Between the pleasure and the way he looked painting me with his cum, I couldn’t really believe there was a heaven better than this one.
And he turned the vibrator off.
He sat on his knees in between my useless legs and panted.
I didn’t object when he grabbed his phone from his pants pocket and took a flashed photo high enough to capture his chest down to my ruined body and my hands tied up to the bed. I opened my eyes when the flash was over and he fell over me; hand supported him next to my head. He showed me the photo with bated breath.
My throat coiled in on itself at the disgusting filth he captured. He was still enticingly hard, flushed pink, and I couldn’t tear my eyes from the sight of his cum ruining my lingerie. My mouth watered at the pearly streaks of white that contrasted on the black lace and black ink on my fair skin under the lingerie. The red of his tie only enhanced the flush over my skin. Thin faintly black tears raced down my face.
I was a mess.
A disgusting mess that somehow made my knees weak all over again.
”You’re such a good artist, husband.” The phone fell to the blanket under us as he burst out laughing.
His thumb linked under my chin when he kissed the life out of me.
”Needed to at least put my signature on my work, yeah?” I laughed back at him and he planted more kisses on me. Then he untied my hands.
They fell to the bed and my eyes widened. I still hadn’t gained much control over my body.
”It’s okay,” he whispered and brushed my hair, my sides.
”I know,” I sighed as I rose from my subspace.
“I’m right here, love. Always right here.” He kissed my skin as I came to.
”Is it gross that I don’t really want to shower?” Colby laughed again.
”I’m not sure,” he teased and sat back to his knees to look at my body again. “I mean, if you take a shower with me I’ll wash you for you.”
”Yeah, with your tongue like you did this morning?” A fond smile.
”I’ll wash you, I’ll touch you, and I’ll make you feel good however you want, my wife.” I smiled. We both couldn’t get used to—get over—the titles.
”Fine, then carry me to the bathroom, my husband.”
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Please, Mister Miller Sequel: Part 6 BFD!Joel x f!Reader
words: 18k (yeah. That's right)
summary: It's Graduation Day and your parents are here... so is Joel...so is an unexpected visitor.
tags/warnings: age gap, infidelity mentioned, p in v, unprotected sex, angst, fluff, namecalling (slut, good girl, sweet girl), oral sex (f receiving), Daddy-kink in parts, public-ish sex, voyeurism, mentions of childhood trauma, shitty parents, clothes ripping, lovingmaking, reader has hair Joel can grab.
a/n: over 18,000 words on this fuckin' monster. If I don't get some damn good reviews I'm gonna riot. In other news, FUCK the next chapter is gonna be a goddam monster too... unless I break it into 2. We'll see. What do you wanna see happen?
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You wake on graduation day with a knot in your stomach and you know exactly why. The text you received last night. You pick up your phone, eyes scanning the brief message and sighing deeply.
[MOM]Just got in. See you at the ceremony tomorrow. Be sure to wear the dress.
You look over at that ridiculous dress, a totem of innocence and purity and you want to laugh. Innocent? Pure? What a joke. If only she knew the photos of Joel you have on your phone, or the absolutely depraved things you’ve done with him.
As if you’ve summoned him, a text comes through.
[HIM 💜] Can’t wait to see you, bby.
You smile at your phone. You can almost hear his deep voice, the rasping purr.
Can’t wait to see you! xoxoxoxox
Though after the stress of seeing my parents I’m gonna need a massage.
[HIM 💜] Deep tissue? Swedish? Internal?
Oooh Deep Tissue followed by internal please. Lol.
Sarah wakes soon after positively vibrating with excitement.
"I can't wait to see Charlie!" She shouts, jumping up out of bed. "And I can't wait to travel this summer!"
You force a smile but you can't deny you're envious about Sarah's summer. Yours is bound to be a solitary one living back with your parents. You need to get a job back home to help pay for school in the fall.
Perhaps Joel will come and visit you back home once in a while? Or perhaps tonight will be your last rendezvous? It's hard to think of how it can continue, despite what Joel says. He can't exactly come over and meet the parents can he? And your parents will likely have a very close hold on you, wanting to introduce you to the right people, trying to convince you to switch your Masters degree for something more profitable.
Despite how well off your parents are they have made it clear from the start that you'll make your own way in the world. But that’s fine by you because you have scholarships and you’re a hard worker. Living at home means saving up money. Saving up money means moving out away from them.
But until then, it’s long, solitary days back in Chicago with your family.
Sarah gives a stretch before falling onto your bed with an oof. She sits, knees touching yours and smiling broadly.
“We’re almost graduates!”
“I know!”
And funnily enough out of everything with your parents, it’s not that which upsets you the most. It’s the fact that will be no Sarah to look forward to in the fall. No more giggled nights over cheap beer or joined study sessions helping the other make flash cards.
She’s become a touchstone to you. A person whose Snapchat's and text messages through the summers made life bearable when your parents were too much for you. Whose soup delivered to your beside during sick days at school made you feel taken care of. The roommate who dragged you to parties to make you socialize and subsequently introduced you to Conrad, who for a short while made you very happy.
Without Sarah you don’t know who you would be today.
"I'm going to miss you so much," Sarah says gently, her large eyes teary.
"Same here," you say, trying to swallow the tremor in your voice.
"I can't believe we're just gonna suddenly not live together," she says, chin wobbling and the sight of it makes it impossible to stop the tears that slip down your cheeks.
“I know,” you say and now the tears are free flowing and the words you’ve never voiced come out wobbly. “I’ve never had a friend like you. A best friend.”
Sarah lets out a choked sob and the two of you collapse into a sniffling hug that makes your heart swell. You finally pull back long enough to brush the tears from your eyes, the two of you laughing at how emotional you both are.
"You're gonna be traveling all over South America all summer," you remind her with a watery smile. "You won't have time to miss me."
"I will so!" Sarah insists with a friendly push to your shoulder. “I’m gonna get you something really nice too!”
When you put on the white dress later that morning you're struck that you're the vision of chaste. The lace sleeves, the ruffles, the high neckline. It gratifies you greatly when you pull on the most scandalous panties you own, red completely see through. They tie at the hips and they barely cover anything.
You pull them up over your hips and lower the dress over them. The fabric is so thick they can't be seen, but you will.
And soon Joel will too.
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By the time the ceremony starts hours later you're almost shaking with nerves under your robe and mortarboard. The rasp of the dresses ruffles at the shoulder make you twitch.
Sarah is seated next to you, her eyes scanning behind you. You know she's looking for Joel and Charlie. You already spotted your parents near the back of the large auditorium looking as dour and bored as they always have.
"Oop there he is!" Sarah murmurs as the Provost drones on at the podium. You glance at her before you allow your eyes to drift in the direction she's looking. And there he is, seated beside a beaming Charlie, is Joel.
Your Joel.
He's so handsome you could cry. His hair is longer and curled, looking so soft you want to leap out of your seat to run your fingers through it. He's wearing a button down and he's grinning at both you and Sarah. When she turns around to face the speaker Joel casts you a sly wink that has you flushing.
You feel his eyes on you through most of the ceremony, and when you go up after to collect your diploma you hear his clapping and shouting of your name over the crowd. To anyone else he looks like the supportive parent of his daughter’s friend. But when you cast your eyes into the crowd and see his beaming smile, you feel the pride from where you stand on the stage.
Soon enough the ceremony is over and you and Sarah are official graduates. You give her a tight hug after you toss your caps into the air. You both give yelps as the caps fly around you, laughing as you find yours before handing her the one next to it on the ground.
"Gonna go find my dad," she tells you as you give her one final squeeze. You nod watching her rush through the bustling array of people in search of the man you cannot wait to hold and kiss.You slip through the crowd until you find your parents still seated and looking at the passing crowds with distaste.
You take a deep breath, swallowing before you approach them with a tentative smile.
"Hello Mom, Dad."
The two of them stand simultaneously, giving you a once over before your mother gives you a detached embrace. She’s likely trying to see if you’re wearing the dress she insisted upon. Your father pats your shoulder companionably.
"Congratulations," he tells you with a thin smile. "Graduation with honors."
"Thank you," you say, surprised with the compliment.
"Not valedictorian," he reminds you quickly. "But I suppose there was lots of competition."
Your mother says nothing and you just nod, wanting this interaction to be over as quickly as possible. You notice now that your father is holding a small wooden box with a bow on it. He thrusts it at you.
"Take this and be sure to take care of it."
"Yes sir," you nod, taking the small box from him. You open it up to see an ornate fountain pen sitting on the velvet. "It's beautiful. Thank you."
It’s hideous and nothing like your style. You don’t even write by hand anymore unless it’s for the word jumble. Just another example of how little your parents know about you.
"We'll go to dinner," your mother tells you. "Afterwards we'll collect your things and you can come to the hotel with us. Our flight is first thing in the morning."
“Oh, I thought I was going to spend one more night here at the dorms,” you say, a bit of panic coursing through you. “To finish up packing and everything.”
That had been the plan. You and Joel would have dinner with your families and then meet up at the hotel he sent you. You can’t do that if you’re with your fucking parents at some fancy hotel near the airport.
“That’s a waste of time and I don’t want to be late for the airport,” your mother says with a frown. “You were to have finished packing last night.”
“I underestimated how much I had to pack,” you defer, trying not to sound as concerned as you feel. “I’ll take a taxi to the airport early tomorrow, I promise. I won’t hold you up.”
Your mother goes to deny this request but your father holds up a hand, making her flinch.
“If she’s paying for her taxi who are we to tell her no?” your father says with a shrug. “Let her.”
Your mother silently stews, shaking her head in a short nod. This entire scene is simply a precursor to what awaits you this summer. Their strained marriage, your strained relationship with them. It’s a nightmare.
Moving back home feels both terrifying and humiliating all in one. You hated being under their thumb, but you can't afford rent and school. And despite what they say, you want to pursue your schooling. It makes you happy. It's a small sacrifice to secure your future.
You nod, head held low. It jerks up when you hear your name being called. You glance over your shoulder.
Fuck.
You feel your anxiety grow when Sarah, Charlie and Joel approach.
'I'm so glad that's over!" Sarah says with a laugh. "I don't want to think about how many people wore this gown before me."
You smirk at this before turning to your grim -faced parents.
"You know Sarah," you say to your them, noting that Joel hangs back a moment, watching the scene.
"Of course, hello Sarah," your mom says as your dad gives a tight smile to your roommate. They've seen Sarah plenty of times in the background of your sporadic video calls home.
"This is her boyfriend, Charlie," you say and the shy Charlie offers a timid wave in reply. Your father is looking over Charlie, noting the slump of his shoulders, the shy way he doesn’t make eye contact. You’re positive they’ll have something scathing to say about him during dinner.
You notice Joel staring at you and then your parents. You try to hold back the flush starting at your cheekbones. His hands are at his side and he finally approaches the group, his eyes on your parents.
"Uh, and this is her dad, Mister Miller," you say softly, unable to make eye contact with him. For some pathetic reason you want this to go well. You want them to love Joel as much as you do.
"It's Joel, sir, ma'am," Joel says, all southern manners as he shakes each of their hands. He brushes by you to do so and you can't help but inhale his cologne, dark and spicy.
"Pleasure to meet you," your mother says with a quick once over of what Joel's wearing. When she sees no obvious designer labels you can tell she's already written him off.
Your dad however is intrigued by Joel's appearance, being the only other man in a group of women. He gravitates towards Joel with a little smile on his face.
"So what do you do, Joel?"
"I run a renovation business with my brother," Joel answers with an easy smile that shows his dimple. You melt. He’s so fucking gorgeous. Your father gives a look of clear disapproval at his answer.
"Just the two of you?"
"Ten years ago it was just the two of us and now we oversee a staff of twenty," Joel answers breezily able to overlook your father's open judgment. He’s a humble man, not one prone to bragging. But you know what he’s trying to do, to disarm your parents, to make them like him. And the thought of why he’s doing that has your stomach spinning delightedly.
"Self made man, I respect that," your dad says nodding and you have to stop yourself so you don't beam with pride over at Joel.
"S'how I was raised," Joel shrugs with humility.
"Same here," your dad says with an approving nod. "Built up my law firm from nothing. Now we're one of the biggest in Chicago."
"Impressive," Joel says even though you know he couldn't care less.
His eyes dart to you briefly before landing back on your father. He’s likely noticing how different you are from your parents. They’re all cold, serious calculation while you are smiles and blushes and easy affection.
"Wish you boyfriend took a page for Joel's book here," your dad says with a look in your direction. "That Conrad was raised with a silver spoon firmly lodged in his mouth."
The smile you had on your face falls immediately. You feel your hackles rise up when it feels like all eyes suddenly drift over to you.
Why are they still bringing up Conrad?
"Conrad and I broke up months ago."
"That's what you said at Christmas too," your mother says with a sniff, digging through her purse for her lipstick. "Then by January it was on again."
Your jaw clenches tightly. This is a classic family maneuver, making you feel insecure in your decisions.
"I'm sure you two will find yourselves back in each other's arms soon enough," your father says not bothering to hide his displeasure at the thought. He covers it with a false laugh that your mother smiles politely at.
"I can promise you I won't," you say with a tone bordering on a growl. You're just thankful you haven't seen Conrad at graduation all day.
"I sure hope not," Joel murmurs surprising you all. Even Sarah glances over at this in surprise and you feel Joel's panic. His eyes widen a fraction before his mouth curls into a displeased line and he shrugs.
"Just from what I heard from Sarah I think you deserve much better."
Sarah shoots you an apologetic expression to which you reply with an an embarrassed half shrug. You’re not upset that she talks about you with him. If anything it’s sort of sweet.
"Anyway I better be gettin,' Sarah and Charlie here out to dinner," Joel says taking your hand in his a moment. "Happy graduation to you."
You feel your heart flutter, willing the blush in your cheeks to die down.
"Thanks, Mister Miller."
He gives you a subtle wink before bidding farewell to your parents. Sarah pulls you in for another tight hug.
"Promise me you'll come out and visit me when I get back."
Your eyes fly to Joel behind her shoulder for only a moment before you're nodding and smiling back at her.
"Definitely."
“If she’s not busy playing around in school that is,” your father laughs from behind you before turning his attention on your roommate. “Sarah, you were studying… what again?”
“Computer Sciences,” Sarah answers hesitantly.
“A good career path,” your dad continues, despite everyone in the vicinity being uncomfortable. “Much better than Anthropology. Might as well be Philosophy for all the decent paying jobs it’ll get you.”
Your eyes are wet before you can stop them. You cringe visibly, gaze on the ground as they always are when your parents are around. They have the uncanny ability to make you feel so impossibly worthless, so misunderstood, so unseen for who you truly are.
You can’t even look at Joel you’re so ashamed. You must look so pathetic to everyone.
"Sarah why don't you and Charlie go get the car," Joel murmurs to her with a gentle smile as he hands her the keys to his rental car. "I'll be there in a sec."
Sarah shoots her dad an inscrutable look before shrugging and taking Charlie's hand and Joel's keys. She casts a worried look at your face before she breaks from your group. You watch them disappear into the crowd before your eyes draw back to Joel and suddenly the levity from his face is gone.
He steps towards your parents, dropping his voice. This is a Joel you rarely run into. An angry Joel that’s quiet voice is more terrifying than a shout or scream. The quieter he gets the more nervous you become and right now his voice is a soft purr.
"Now I'm normally not one to tell a man how to speak to his kid, but you're being downright shameful to yours."
Your stomach swoops in both elation and terror. You want to kiss Joel senseless for sticking up for you, but seeing your dad's brows rise has you staring between both of them in shock.
“What did you just say?” your father asks, convinced he’s heard incorrectly.
“I said you're talkin’ to your daughter shamefully,” Joel says speaking slowly and enunciating as if your father is slow. Your mother gives a small gasp at this, her hand going to your father’s shoulder. He shakes it off, his face pinking all over as he glares at Joel.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Your dad seethes.
Your dad takes a step towards Joel, used to people backing down from him at work. But this isn't his law office and Joel has a good three inches on him, not to mention biceps and broad shoulders that would easily pummel your father to dust.
He pauses when Joel steps forward as well, your boyfriend not backing down a fraction.
"Sarah's known your girl for years and we had the pleasure of having her to ours this Christmas," Joel tells your father, looking thunderous. "She's a delight."
"Not so delightful for her parents," your mother chimes in. "You wouldn't understand Mister Miller. Your daughter clearly has ambitions and-"
"And yours doesn't?" Joel bites back. "Sarah told me she wants to be a professor."
Sarah told him no such thing. It was you who told him during your time together. He looks over at you, concerned that he got that incorrect.
"That right?"
"Yeah," you nod, trying not to smile. Joel looks back at your parents and his gaze turns cold again.
"'Side from that, your daughter is smart and talented and funny as hell," Joel sneers at your parents. "And that's nothing compared to her warmth and her heart. And now that I've met you both I don't know where the fuck she got that from."
You are officially fucking Joel Miller's brains out later. Right after you stop the tears pricking the back of your eyes.
"She doesn't need people like you in her life," Joel continues and you know he's saying this part for your benefit despite glaring at your parents. "She's a strong, independent woman that doesn't need anythin' other than herself. And if you both don't get your heads straight, she's gonna walk right outta your life and never look back and it’ll be your loss."
Your parents can only stare at him and your father, always so quick with a harsh comment or jab is silent. His face is so red it's almost mauve. His hands are at fists at his side. Your mother looks like she's about to faint.
You however feel as if your heart is overflowing with your love for Joel in this moment.
Joel turns his eyes on you and you pray no one can see the burning passion he holds for you in that gaze because it seems so obvious to you.
"You wanna grab dinner with us?" Joel asks you, jaw clenched. You know he desperately wants to hold you, to bring you into his arms.
"No it's okay," you tell him with a gentle smile. "You have fun with Sarah and Charlie."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
You see the concern in his dark eyes, the searing depths of his affection. But he's aware that you know your own mind and so he just nods, giving you a small smirk before he's heading away from you.
"Take care."
The second he's out of earshot your parents are tripping over themselves to talk.
"That rude man!"
"Uneducated idiot."
"Did you see what he was wearing? And the way he spoke? Positively barbaric," your mother spits, readjusting the purse on her shoulder and shooting you a levelling look.
Joel’s broad shoulders are disappearing into the crowd, but as if he can feel your gaze he turns. He sees your eyes searching for him and he darts his gaze to your parents, seeing they’re both facing you. He gives you a gentle smile and wink and then he’s gone, leaving you warm and strangely emboldened.
"I don't want you anywhere near that family."
You turn to face your parents who are still fuming about Joel and for some reason you suddenly see them for what they truly are.
Small.
Joel made them small. So small that it seems foolish you were ever afraid of them at all. So small that is laughable to think that they have any control over your life. You owe them nothing. They give you nothing but pain and a love that is built on toxicity.
And suddenly it's so easy to sever that tie between you and them.
"Enough about that horrible man," your father grumbles. "Dinner reservations are-"
"I'm going back to my dorm," you inject with a smile, feeling strangely light. "You two enjoy dinner."
"Excuse me?" Your father is exasperated with everything that has gone on. You see it in the tired look he’s giving you. “Since when?”
"I don't want to have dinner with you," you tell them, unable to stop your smiling from growing. "Either of you. So you two go on. Enjoy."
You've never spoken back to them like this. Never with this serene calm, this positively cheerful countenance. You feel your phone vibrate in your purse and you just know it’s a message from Joel. The thought makes it even easier to stand there staring them down.
Your parents gape at you as the crowd of students mills past, looking at your beaming face. It's your father that speaks first.
"This disrespect you're showing your mother and I is disgusting," he spits. "Your sister-"
"Heather isn't here," you tell them so sharply they wince. "And I'm sick of being compared to her."
You've never mentioned Heather’s name to them. Not in all the years since your sisters death. You've felt too guilty, too scared.
But no more.
"Hey now," your dad begins, his face falling. "We never-"
"I'll never be Heather and that's fine because I'm me," you say over him. "And I don't need the two of you trying to tell me that's a bad thing."
They both stare at you, your mother's jaw is actually dropped, almost cartoonishly so. You realize that this is it between you and them. They brought you into the world and they've made you regret it ever since. They’ve punished you for surviving that car crash instead of Heather. You're done with them.
You thrust the pen and the wooden box it came in back at your father. He takes it in slow shock, as if what's happening is a dream.
"So go enjoy your dinner," you tell them. "And have a safe trip back."
You take the phone from your purse as you stride from them. They call your name but you ignore them, your eyes are already on the text from Joel.
[HIM 💜]: Same hotel as last time. Room #461. Give your name at the front desk. Come when you can. Can’t wait to hold you, beautiful girl.
///
You sit at the bar of the hotel a short while later. Your overnight bag is at your feet and you're still wearing that stupid dress front your parents because you wanted to rush over here. You'd been so desperate to see Joel, to feel his arms around you, his mouth on your flesh.
But then as you strode into the hotel and saw the trendy looking bar you decided that a drink was necessary. A celebration for how you stood up to your parents. And then something Joel said months ago tickled the back of your brain. A comment that has stayed with you.
“Do you think we could pretend for this week? That I'm not married, that you're not my daughter's friend? That we met in a bar one night and found each other attractive and just wanted to spend time together gettin' to know one another?”
You smile as you sit at the bar; legs crossing before you order a gin martini from the bored looking bartender. You pull out your phone, typing hurriedly amongst the chatting patrons and jazzy music over the speakers.
I’m at the bar downstairs.
[HIM 💜] ??
Come down. Dress nice. Xx
Joel walks into the dimly lit bar minutes later, his eyes traveling the length of the space until they get to your face. The smile that breaks out nearly makes you faint at the sight. But you maintain your composure, pretending you don’t notice him until he’s right beside you.
He’s so close you can smell his freshly applied aftershave and the soap he used to wash this morning
“Hey bab-“
"That seat is free for now,” you say coolly pointing to the leather stool next to you. Joel gives you a confused smile, crooked and endearing.
“Huh?”
“Look like my date is running late," you tell him in a flat voice, taking a sip of your drink.
Joel looks a bit offended at your cool tone and lack of smile.
"But perhaps you could keep me company until he arrives."
Joel's mouth curves into a smirk as he catches onto the little game. His eyes dip down the length of your body before he backs up a few paces. He adopts a more seductive look, his eyelids lowering a fraction.
"Hello there, my name's Joel Miller," he replies in a husky purr as he takes the seat next to you at the bar. "And you are quite possibly the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen."
"I accept the compliment Mister Miller," you say with a calm nod, trying not to giggle at the characters you're both playing. You want to play this out as long as possible. There’s something hot about the people around you not knowing you two are together.
"Call me Joel," he replies gently. He holds his hand to you and you take it, noting how warm his tender grip is, how sweetly he rubs your knuckles with his thumb before gently dropping your hand when you pull back.
"Alright Joel," you reply breathlessly. “Pleased to meet you.”
“Pleasure’s all mine,” Joel assures you, eyes raking up and down your form before settling on your eyes. “Pardon me for sayin’, but your date is a fool to let a woman as gorgeous as you sit here alone for more than a second."
“Quite forward of you,” you say with a cool raise of your brow, trying to suppress your smirk. The bartender comes over and takes Joel’s order, quickly sliding him a whisky before going to attend to the other patrons.
“So what’s a beautiful woman like you do for fun?” Joel inquires, taking a sip of his drink.
"Oh I haven’t had much time for fun. My day today was especially taxing," you tell him, swirling the toothpick and olive in your martini glass in what you hope is a seductive manner.
"Oh yeah?" Joel is practically purring. "Tell me all about it."
"Well, first off, I graduated with honors today."
Joel gives an impressed whistle as if he’s not completely aware. "Sexy and smart? Damn, baby, you're somethin' else."
You grin, feeling your cheeks pink in delight.
"Then my parents started in on me right after the ceremony," you say rolling your eyes. "And just when I was gonna fall apart, my boyfriend just let them have it. He told them off. I've never seen anything like it. My parents just stood there and it was so inspiring that when he left, I told them off too."
"Really?" Joel breathes, his face midway between concern and amusement.
"Mhmm. And it felt amazing. So amazing that I wanted to come to this bar and celebrate." You give Joel a sultry look. "Then you came up to me and well, here we are."
Joel smirks cheekily and you feel his hand come to the back of your bar seat.
"Can I tell you somethin’?" Joel asks, lowering his voice so you have to tilt closer to hear. His full lower lip grazes your earlobe when he speaks. "Every man in this bar is hoping you'll go home with him."
He pulls back, his pupils expanding rapidly. You let your hand fall to his knee, rubbing gently as you give him a grin.
"Oh, I'm very discerning," you say coquettishly. "I won't go home with just any man. He has to be the right type. Older, handsome, smart, sweet... The whole package."
You watch Joel's golden cheeks turn pink at the compliment. He takes a deep pull off his whisky. He leans back in his bar stool, looking at you tenderly.
"So Miss Genius who graduated with honors. What's next for you?"
"I'm starting my Masters in the fall," you say with a proud smile as if Joel wasn't already aware. "Got a really good scholarship too. Just have to work a bit too save up for the rest."
"How're you gonna do that when you're in school?" Joel takes another sip.
"Oh, it's all online," you tell him as you drain your own glass. "A lot of them are now with everyone's schedules and how hard it is to make ends meet."
"It is?" Joel says and you can tell he's dropped a bit of the act. "I didn't know that."
"Yeah I needed it to be online so I can work at the same time," you explain, then your brow furrows as something occurs to you. Joel notices immediately.
"What?"
"Oh it's just... I just realized I also need to find a place to rent," you say more to yourself than anything. The character you've embodied slips away from you and you blink rapidly." My parents sure as fuck won't be welcoming me back with open arms after what I said to them. And even if they did I don't want anything from them."
Joel looks at you a long time, his fingers tracing absently along the bar top. He looks like he wants to say something but he holds back.
"But that's not exactly first meeting in a bar kind of talk," you say, lowering your hand to fall atop his and you let your voice drop to a seductive purr. "Tell me about yourself."
“Whadda ya wanna know, beautiful?”
You cross your legs the other direction, facing him more. You notice his eyes flit to your bared legs and then back to your face.
“Well your accent isn’t from around here so what brings you to our fine city, Joel?”
“Here to watch my daughter graduate,” Joel says with a gentle swirl of his drink. “I’m from Texas.”
“You got anyone special in your life, Texas?”
“I do,” Joel nods, eyes like burning coals. “This girl I’ve been seein’ that I’m just crazy about. Can't get her outta my head."
"The sex must be great," you giggle with cheeks flaming.
"No words," Joel admits with a dimpled grin. "But s'not the sex that does it for me."
"No?"
"Nah," Joel shakes his head. "See, she's real smart. Startin' a Master's degree in the fall."
"Wow."
"She's not just smart," Joel shrugs, taking another pull from the bottle. "She's gorgeous too. Fuckin’ stunning."
He watches your eyes drift to his collar, suddenly shy. This emboldens him, makes him lean closer again until his whisky-soaked breath lands in huffs against your cheek.
"I miss how she smells," Joel continues. "I never told her this but I went to the mall and got a bottle of the perfume she wears. I spray it on my pillow from time to time just to make it feel like she’s there."
"You do not!"
"I do," Joel chuckles. "Never smells the same as when she wears it though."
Shit, you can feel your eyes watering.
"And when I talk to her she's the first person who's really listened. She doesn't just nod and wait for her turn to speak. She's the first partner that's ever really wanted to take care of me."
Partner.
"You're easy to take care of," you murmur. "I assume," you add hastily, not wanting to break character.
"So's she," Joel tells you and his face sobers. "The kinda woman I would die to take care of. But I worry. I'm pretty old-"
"Not old-"
"And she's got a whole future in front of her,” Joel says and the levity is gone from his face. “I worry I’d hold her back from it. Hold her back from a lot.”
It takes all your resolve not to throw yourself into his arms right this second. Instead you give him an impossibly gentle smile, leaning your face closer to his.
“You said this woman is smart,” you reason, feeling your pulse flutter. “I think she knows exactly what she wants. And from what it sounds like, she wants you, Joel.”
Joel gazes at you a few moments, his finger absently tracing the rim of his whisky glass.
"You know you're a beautiful woman," he murmurs in a sultry tone, his eyes lowering seductively. "And this may be forward but I'm staying at this hotel and I'd love to take you to my room."
You smile.
"I'd love that, Joel."
///
You’re in each other’s arms seconds after opening the door to your room. Joel crashes his mouth against your and you leap into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. He licks into your mouth as he stumbles the two of you towards the bed.
He lowers you gently to the floor, giving a lingering kiss to you before the ruffles of your dress rasping against his shirt distract him.
“Such an innocent looking girl in this dress,” Joel muses, his wide hands sliding down the white fabric as he smiles. “Who’re you tryin’ to fool, baby?”
“I didn’t pick it,” you huff a laugh. “They did.”
The amusement is immediately gone from Joel’s face. Without warning Joel’s hands are at the neckline of your dress. You frown up at him before gasping as he rips the fabric brutally. It tears down the middle, exposing your breasts.
“Joel!”
He turns you around, ripping the skirt from it as well. You’re left in tatters of fabric and you watch as ruffles hit the carpet slowly before looking up at him and laughing. He grins at you, throwing some of the remaining lace fabric in his hands onto the floor.
“Joel,” you laugh loudly. “What the fuck?”
“You don’t have to wear what they tell you to ever again,” he promises you. “You don’t have to listen to another goddam thing they say. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. You’re your own woman. And when I take you to bed I’m fucking you, sweet girl. Not some virginal doll version of you that they’ve created in their heads.”
You shiver in anticipation as you feel his warm body behind you, still clothed. You feel Joel’s hands come to your waist, holding you.
“My good girl fucks like a champ,” Joel whispers against your ear. “And she loves my cock doesn’t she?”
“Yes,” you sigh.
“She likes fucking in public,” Joel continues, hands coming to cup your breasts from behind. You feel his hips rubbing against your lower back, cock hard and waiting for you. “She gets wet bein’ a bad girl.”
“Fuck, I do,” you whimper, letting Joel take control of your movements as you go boneless against him. “I really do.”
“That’s who I’m taking to bed,” Joel reminds you, pulling the remaining tatters of your clothing off your body until you’re standing in nothing but the red panties you picked out. His eyes are drawn to them, a smirk bleeding over his face.
“And look at that,” he says as his hands slip down the front. “She’s already wet for me.”
“Always.”
He kneels in front of you and unties your panties at the hip, groaning appreciatively as they flutter to the ground. You’re naked before him, and you feel his eyes take in every square inch of flesh. You hear his clothes fall to the ground in a rustling heap.
His mouth is on your pussy before you even register what he's doing. You feel your body tensing before his large hands come to hold your thighs in place.
"Such a pretty pussy," he groans, delving deeper between your folds. You feel your legs begin to tremble. He begins giving you exquisitely probing kisses between your thighs, chuckling when you begin to tremor.
"Please Joel," you beg quietly. "I need your cock."
He gently ushers you to the bed onto your belly before bracketing your hips with his thighs. Joel's fingers move to the back of your neck, curled into your hair. He moves it up, out of the way so he can press long kisses to the bare flesh of your neck.
"My girl loves gettin’ fucked," Joel grunts out above you. "Ain't nothin' virginal about her."
He groans against your shoulder as he slides into you, hips slowly pressing against the swell of your ass. You sigh, allowing yourself to be pressed into the mattress. You’ve missed this. And judging by his poorly stifled moans, Joel has missed it too.
"Such a good girl," Joel coos, coating himself in your copious arousal. "She missed me."
"Uh huh," you whimper out because all of you has missed Joel. Not just your body but your heart, your mind. You can hear him smile behind you as you thrust yourself back on his length.
"Such a pretty girl," Joel murmurs as he pulls out and then slowly pushes himself in again. He kisses the top of your spine, tongue trailing over your flesh as you moan below him. Your wrists are held by him, resting at your lower back. Your face is tilted, cheek on the sheets as you moan, your vision growing blurry.
You can only writhe under him, body flailing with pleasured arches. Silent screams to keep going to go deeper. Nothing is rushed, everything is tempered and slow and deep. He fills you up so fucking well, so achingly patient.
"She likes having this pretty pussy full 'a me," Joel says as if he has to remind you. "Don't you, baby?"
"Yes yes yes."
"Look at you," he marvels as he stares at you. His free hand slides down your spine, petting you like a cat. You smile drunkenly over your shoulder, watching his hips flexing as he continues to drive himself into you. "You need more, honey?"
You can only give a weak nod, going down on your forearms, presenting yourself to Joel to use.
"Yeah, she needs it harder," Joel murmurs, you feel him flexing, cock sliding through your folds as you whine brokenly. Your head falls forward as your face screws up, brows saddling. Joel’s hot breath is at your ear, his voice a husky purr.
“What do you think your parents would say, knowin’ I’m balls deep in their sweet, innocent girl?” Joel murmurs, tongue coming to trace the shell of your earlobe. “What would they say knowing how you sucked my cock and begged for my come that first time?”
Your body twitches in arousal at that.
“What would they say if they knew their precious little girl was on my camera covered in my come an’ callin’ me Daddy?”
Joel continues to move so slowly within you, extending the pleasure to an almost unbearable level as he glides in and out of your drooling cunt. Joel's fingers begin to circle your clit as his cock thrusts into you.
"Baby," you offer, voice sluggish. "You feel so fucking good."
"Naw sweet girl," Joel says running his nose against your cheek. "That's you. You make me feel so goddam good."
You know what he's not saying and it's not just the sex. That being together feels good. That clinging to one another feels good. That just existing in this moment with each other feels so fucking good.
"Needed this cock didn't you?” Joel asks, hips starting to rock into you with more abandon. "Needed me to take care of you."
His hips are slapping against your ass now, making your eyes cheat to the back of your head. The slapping sound is so visceral, so overtly sexual.
"Yes," you manage to articulate.
"Needed my come?"
You can't even answer that, you just let your eyes shut and feel as the climax courses through your body, making you cry out in broken sounds as Joel fucks into you. You milk his cock as you come down, body boneless. Joel continues, his hips driving forward over and over until-
-a knock at the door sounds.
You hear Joel curse behind you, his body stuttering to a stop. You give a high whine, head twisting to see him over your shoulder. His face is red, his forehead dotted with perspiration. He pulls out of you slowly before reaching for his pants.
"Dinner," Joel says raggedly. He kisses you again before pulling back, going to retrieve the tray whilst trying to hide his erection as you hold back a laugh.
“But you didn’t come,” you remind him, as if it weren’t painfully obvious. Joel gives a breathy chuckle before kissing your sweaty cheek when he returns.
“Plenty a’ time for that, baby.”
Dinner is a steak for each of you with a side of fries, salad a charcuterie tray that Joel thought you’d like. You take a seat on the end of the bed with him and the two of you eat, chatting away about Joel’s flight over here and how he feels about Charlie (bumpy and he’s a good kid).
A short while later when everything is digested he removes the champagne from where it sits over ice and offers to pour you a glass. You’re struck by his thoughtfulness, of all the trouble he went to for you.
“Joel this is so sweet of you.”
“It gets sweeter,” Joel says with a grin. He lifts one of the silver trays and you smile when you see chocolate covered strawberries for dessert. Joel pours you each a flute of the champagne before handing you yours.
"To my genius girlfriend," Joel toasts, clinking his glass to yours. "And her extremely bright future."
"To my impossibly sweet boyfriend," you say smiling dopily. “And his huge heart.”
The two of you sip your champagne, letting the bubbles tickle your tongue. He holds the plate of strawberries out to you but you shake your head.
Joel watches as you place your flute down on the floor before crawling into his lap. He gives a soft chuckle before you're nestled in between his legs. He drains his champagne glass, placing it on the side table.
"I want a different dessert," you breathe, urging his large hand between your legs and gently rocking. "Is that okay?"
His fingers curl into you, finding you wet and waiting. Your thighs spread, giving him better access to penetrate you deeper with his fingers.
"Yeah, that's okay," Joel breathes against your skin. "S'your big day, baby. You tell me what-"
Before he can finish the sentence there's another knock at the door. Joel freezes as if remembering himself. He tugs your robe closed.
"Put on some panties," he urges you. "Your other gift is here."
"Another gift, Joel? And one I need panties for?"
"Trust me," Joel winks at you. "Now put on panties like a good girl even though we know you're anything but."
He swats your ass playfully as you sit on the edge of the bed; watching Joel turn the corner and hearing him open the door. You pull on and re-tie your red panties once more, listening as your boyfriend opens the doors to two strangers you can barely make out in the mirror.
"Oh I thought they were sending two ladies," Joel said, his rumbling voice a twinge irritated.
"So sorry Mister Miller, our usual girl called in sick,” a small redhead says with a concerned look. “Gus is all we had available. But I know you specifically requested deep tissue and he is the best.”
Joel pauses and then nods. “Alright then. Lemme help you with the tables.”
All southern manners Joel brings in the woman’s table despite her protests. You watch as the two masseurs dressed in white pants and white t-shirts set up their tables, bringing out lotion and a portable speaker.
“We’re here for your couples massage,” the woman says grinning from you to Joel. “We hear you’re celebrating your graduation.”
“I am.”
“Congrats,” the man – Gus – says with a patient smile in your direction. “You must be glad it’s over.”
“I guess not glad enough,” you laugh. “I start my Masters in the fall.”
The woman is small with large eyes and a smattering of freckles over her nose. Gus is tall with blonde hair and the straightest teeth you’ve ever seen. He comes over to you with a charismatic nod of his head.
"I take it you’re the one who likes deep tissue?"
“Yes.”
"My name is Gus, I'll be your masseur today. Please let me know if you have any problems with the treatment.”
You see Joel eyeing you from where he stands by his table.
“Greta and I are going to step into the bathroom to give you both some privacy to undress to your comfort and slip under the sheets. Any questions? No? Alright then."
The two of them head into the bathroom, closing the door behind them. You shoot Joel an amused look before the two of you undress to your underwear. You can’t help but let your eyes linger on Joel’s broad naked back as he lays himself on the massage table. He sees your peering as he pulls up the sheet to his waist.
“You gonna stare at me all night?”
You give a sheepish smile before climbing onto the table next to his, raising the blanket up to your shoulders before spinning onto your stomach.
Greta and Gus emerge when Joel calls out that you’re ready. The lights in the hotel room are dimmed and your eyes shut. The scent of lavender washes over you, the oil warmed by Gus’ hands. At the first stroke along your back you give a soft sigh, enjoying the feel of your muscles being taken care of.
You sneak a glance to see Joel laying with his eyes shut tightly, looking more in pain than anything. You hold in a laugh before closing your eyes again and surrendering to the calming sensation of Gus’ large hands on your body.
The massage is divine. So much so that you can't help the little mewls and groans that escape you when Gus hits a particularly good spot. You didn't realize how tense you were.
You hear Joel give a few coughs during the massage, but you barely notice. Greta murmurs something to him and he shakes his head. She nods and you hear Joel give a soft groan when she gets to his lower back.
You’re not the only one feeling good and this pleases you greatly. Joel works so hard, he deserves to be spoiled. With Gus' strong palms pressing into your shoulder blades along with the lavender scented oil you feel transported.
The hour goes by too fast and when the masseurs tell you to relax before getting up you want to cry. You wanted it to keep going on and on.
"Thank you so much," you murmur to Gus, your voice dripping with gratitude.
"We'll just step outside so you can get dressed again," they tell you and Joel in quiet whispers. "Please take your time standing."
You make a soft sighing noise before you feel Joel’s hand skimming along your spine. “That feel good?”
“So good,” you groan, allowing him to help you off the table and into the robe. He sashes it for you before giving you a kiss. He walks over to the door, allowing the masseurs to enter back into the room. They hand you both a glass of water that you drink eagerly.
"We hope you enjoyed your treatment."
“We did,” you enthuse sleepily. You feel so good right now, your limbs heavy in a sleepy way.
"Your boyfriend is so thoughtful," Gus murmurs as he packs up.
"Mhmmm," you say with a wide grin. "I'm very lucky."
You and Joel watch them pack up their things before they’re heading out. When the door is closed you flop down onto the bed, your body so relaxed. It feels heavenly to be touched like that, your muscles soothed.
"You liked that?"Joel says in a deep voice.
"Yeah, felt amazing."
"Yeah?" Joel crawls over to your side of the bed, eyes primal. "I didn't."
Your eyes crack open to see Joel inches from your face. His dark eyes are blown black, his mouth curved into a tight smirk. He throws a leg over your waist, straddling you, his weight heavy and pressing you into the mattress.
"What didn't you like, Mister Miller?"
"Watching that man touchin' you," Joel murmurs, eyes on your waist as he unties your robe.
A fire flames in you at the jealous tinge of his voice. You’ve never really known Joel to be jealous. Even with Conrad he’d been more territorial by the end. But having Joel jealous . . . it’s kind of a turn on.
"He was just doing his job," you say rolling your eyes.
"He was taking his time and starin'," Joel says with a sheepish grin. "I saw him."
"You were watching me the whole time? Weren't you just enjoying your own massage?" You ask with a laugh.
"I did both."
You break into a fit of giggles as Joel's face breaks into a guilty grin
"He was just doing his job," you repeat and almost laugh at the petulant jealousy Joel is displaying.
"I know," Joel says with an embarrassed flush over his cheeks. "I just hated watchin' another man touch you and you makin,' those noises for him."
His hands gently throw open your robe, displaying your breasts to him. He makes a soft noise of appreciation, hand sliding up your ribcage to cup them. You shutter when the thumbs drag along your nipples and they pebble tightly under his touch.
"I wanna be the only one making you feel that good," Joel continues, amusement clear in his face when you begin to start squirming under his touch.
"No one makes me feel as good as you do," you assure him, feeling his cock resting heavily on your belly. "No one."
You groan as he removes the robe from his body before pinning your wrists at either side of your head on the pillow.
"Yeah?" Joel cocks his head to the side, smirking. "I think you need to remind me."
"I'll show you every fucking day if you let me," you groan, hips rolling under him.
"Gonna need you to show me now," he says against your mouth.
"Joel you know I don't want anyone else," you tell him breathlessly. "I just want you."
"Yeah?" Joel's smile is genuine.
"Yeah," you nod, "No one fucks me like you do," you tell him. "No one takes care of me like you do."
"I love takin' care of you," Joel admits, palms cupping your breasts again. He dips his head and rolls his tongue over a stiffened peak and groans when you shiver.
You smile gently as he pulls you to a stand beside the bed. He removes the robe from your shoulders, leaving you beautiful and naked for him. He kisses your shoulder blade reverently, his hands slipping down to cup your ass.
He takes a moment to appraise your exposed flesh before he turns the lights off in the room. You wonder what he's doing when he's taking your hand and guiding you to the large window overlooking the darkened city.
"I'm the only one who takes care of you," Joel murmurs as he twists your body around, facing you to the window. "And I want everyone to know it."
The night is dark; the world dotted with streetlights, restaurant bistro lights, the warm little squares of nearby hotel rooms.
"See them down there?" Joel asks, pointing to the people milling down on the ground below you.
Its groups of patrons down several floors smoking and chatting near the entrance to the hotel bar. Several of them are smoking cigarettes or inhaling vapes. One girl shrieks and stumbles on her heels.
"Yeah."
The people below talk loudly, some tossing their heads back when they laugh.
"You think any of 'em has seen a better pair of tits than these?"
His hands cup your breasts, thumbs grazing your nipples. You shiver, knowing that when Joel's voice drops to that dark baritone something is coming. He kneads your breasts, his mouth coming to kiss your neck, beard tickling the sensitive flesh there as you sigh. The sound of muted laughter breaks you from your reverie.
"Joel someone could see-"
"Maybe," he teases before nibbling gently on your earlobe. "Maybe not."
His fingers are teasing your nipples into hard points, twisting gently until you whimper. Your cunt throbs, anticipation and fear coursing through you.
"Bet if they can see they're thinking how they'd love the chance to fuck this sweet pussy," Joel continues, hand sliding to slip between your legs, fingers curling into your dripping cunt.
"But they don't get to, do they sweet girl?"
You rock against his touch, desperate for the friction. Your hand reaches behind you and goes to his neck as you lean against him, face tilting to his.
"No," you promise him, head falling against his shoulder. "Only you."
"That's right," Joel rasps against your cheek. "Only me."
Your eyes dart down to the group below and you pray that the darkness of the room shields you. You feel Joel hard and twitching at your lower back. He's getting off on this in a major way.
"Let 'em see what they can't have," Joel whispers against your ear. "Let's show 'em what's mine."
Joel's robe which had been shielding you slightly is pulled back from your body. You stand naked, framed by the large window. Your reflection is there, gazing at you like a sultry twin. You twist away from the cool glass, your cheeks flaming.
"Joel-"
"Shhhh," Joel soothes, kissing the top of your head. "S'okay baby. I got you."
His hand comes to your jaw, forcing you to keep your face pointed to the window. Your cheeks burn but you're so wet. You feel his body pressing into yours, herding you closer to the window.
"That's my girl."
He continues like this, pressing you further against the window until your breasts are flattened against the glass. It's cool, and if your nipples weren't already pebbled they would be now.
You allow yourself to be tilted, shifted, your stance widened and your pelvis pressed against the window. Your eyes remain on the figures below, terrified that they'll look up and see you naked and arched.
You hear Joel's robe fall to the ground and know that he too is naked behind you. His wide hand comes to cup your pussy and you whimper, eyes falling shut. You feel him notch himself at the entrance to your cunt.
"Be good for me, now."
Joel slides up into you, the two of you groaning in unison. He makes you feel so full, so deliciously stretched. His fingers begin to worry your clit, tapping and rubbing as he thrusts into you against the window before withdrawing.
"Joel one of them is looking up," you say, even though the people are far away and they could be very well looking at any of the number of hotel rooms.
"What do they see, baby?" Joel groans, shoulders rolling as he slides his fingers along the slick of your clit.
"They see us," you groan, cheeks flaming.
"Uh huh," Joel coos, cock teasing your entrance. "They see you takin' my cock like a good little slut."
This sentence causes your knees to almost buckle and if not for Joel's body pressing you against the window you would have collapsed.
"I want them to see how good my girl looks when I'm fucking her," Joel grunts out, pressing your body against the glass. Your pebbled nipples smoothed against the chilled surface.
"They can't fuck you. Only me."
You whimper before Joel is sliding all the way once more, making your breath come out in little shudders. He picks up the pace, watching as you crest, and your orgasm washing over you. A small one, an appetizer.
You wonder what the people below will see if they look up. A bit of movement in the darkness? Or a young woman pressed luridly against the glass while a broad shouldered older man pounds into her relentlessly?
"They're watchin' me fuck what's mine."
The possessiveness in his statement hits you directly in your cunt, causing you to moan lowly. Joel pins your hands to the window under his, both of your palms flat as he drives into you to the hilt.
"You're all mine," Joel groans. His chin is on your shoulder, digging there. "Say it."
He thrusts brutally into you, his hips unrelenting. You're momentarily distracted before his voice is in your ear, hot and urgent.
"Say it, baby."
"Say what?"
"Say you're mine. I wanna hear it."
His hips are starting to thrust so hard it leaves you breathless, body jolting against the cool glass. It feels so good, so grounding. He presses all of him against you, your body flat against the window and he fucks up into you. His breath is hot at your temple, stirring the hair there.
"I'm yours," you cry out.
"Again."
"I'm yours, baby," you keen, hands slipping down the window, your body going boneless. Your cheek is shifting against the window, your now damp body squeaking against the glass.
"Louder."
"Yours," you punch out as Joel's mouth sucks at your jaw. Every word is now punctuated by Joel's snapping hips you pelvis smacking into the window. "Yours! Yours! Yours!"
He smells so good. Like sweat and the spicy cologne he wore at graduation and the lingering scent of the lavender massage oil. You want to wear that smell on you every day for the rest of your life.
His breath is hot and damp on your neck, teeth scraping against your jaw. Your breasts are pressed tightly against the glass, showing your naked body off to anyone who can see this high up. His fingers rub your clit in gentle circles, palm pressing into your abdomen.
"Again," Joel groans, his hips slamming into you, arousal soaking his length. You're pinned between his gyrating hips and the window. "Say it again."
"Joel I'm yours!" Your voice is cracking as your orgasm starts to creep up on you. "I'm fucking yours! I have been since Christmas!"
You're getting so close to another climax, you're almost there.
"You only want me and my cock" Joel groans, his hands on your hips now as he fucks you brutally, so much that you jump a bit with each thrust, your breasts rasping against the glass. "I'm the only one who fucks you properly."
"You know I only want you," you tell him. "I only want you, Joel. I lo-"
You hold your tongue despite everything. Joel knows how you feel, he must. But the first time you told him he convinced you it was just a connection, not love. You don't want to be the one to say it again.
He grips the back of your neck, forcing your head back and your mouth to graze his. He looks completely fucked out, shiny with sweat, pupils blown, mouth parted.
"Mine," Joel rasps once before his mouth overwhelms you. His lips slot between yours as you let the pleasure overwhelm your core and tightened limbs. Your cries are weak and converging into whines as he continues fucking you.
“Mine, mine, mine,” he growls against your open mouth. “Fucking mine.”
You come down moments later, body boneless and quivering against him. You feel like you're consumed by Joel, his arms around you, his body against yours.
"I ain't done with you yet," he says breathlessly. Before you can say anything he has you in a bridal carry and he's taking you back to the bed. You gaze up at him with adoration, convinced your pupils must be heart shaped at this point.
I love him. I love him.
He sits at the end of the bed, holding you tenderly in his lap, body pliant and ready for whatever he'll offer you. You just want to be with him, near him, always.
His eyes are roving your naked body, the sight of his turgid cock between your legs. He shifts, watching it slip between your lips, grazing the clit.
"Joel," you sigh if only to hear the sound of it.
He seems to remember himself at the sound, his eyes on yours. They go to your mouth, fingers gripping your chin.
"You ready for more, baby?" He asks you, nose rubbing along your own. "Can I give you more?"
His palm trails over your breasts, down your stomach and grazing your inner thigh.
"Yes," you breathe, eyes heavily lidded. "I want more.”
There is a curl at the corner of his full mouth.
"Be polite," Joel murmurs with a smirk. His mouth trails behind your ear, voice a soft huff. "Ask Daddy nicely, baby."
Your eyes don't leave his face, even as your ass begins to roll over his hard and weeping cock. His mouth is at your neck, kissing and sucking.
"Please."
"Please what?" He mutters against your throat.
"P-please," you whimper shakily. "Please fuck me, Daddy."
Joel groans low in his chest at the sound. He takes your hands in his; drawing them up, up until they're laced behind his neck. He leaves them there, his broad hands making their way down your arms, your breasts as you arch, your soft stomach and then between your legs. He holds your soft inner thighs and parts them widely.
Your head tilts back, leaning against his shoulder so you can gaze up at him. He watches you for a moment, eyes tracing your face before he kisses you gently, tongue dabbing against yours as you settle there on his lap, hands on his at your waist.
And now he hooks your thighs over his own, parting both sets of legs widely until you're luridly exposed. Joel's fingertips make a slow trail along the crease of your thigh until they land at your clit. You make a small whimpering noise before settling back against him, eyes shutting in languid pleasure as your head sags forward.
Joel gently pulls your hair, tugging your face up from where it rests against your sternum. The pull is delicious, your heavy eyes staring up into the mirror above the dresser on the opposite wall of the hotel room.
“You're gonna take it like this," he tells your reflection in the mirror. "So we can both see how good you look when you're getting fucked by Daddy."
You whimper and nod, hand splayed over his. Joel is panting heavily behind you, large, dark eyes on yours in the mirror. Your eyes remain on his in the reflection, watching as he helps to lower you onto his cock. From this angle he feels even bigger. You're so slick that when he thrusts inside you think you’ll take him easily, but his size and the angle makes it a strain to take all of him at once.
"You can do it, baby,” Joel soothes as the stretch makes you wince. You can see the flush over your cheeks, the red in Joel's face and chest. His muscles ripple under his beautifully tanned skin.
"Be a good girl for me," Joel whispers against your temple. "Make Daddy feel good."
///
Tess sees rather than hears the two of you first in the reflection of the mirror atop the hotel vanity. At first she's confused when she sees Joel on the edge of the bed facing the mirror. But then she sees the woman in his lap facing away from him, her knees slung over Joel's as he keeps her glistening sex spread wide.
"That's right," Joel rasps against her temple. "I'm gonna take care of you, baby."
His cock is pressing between the woman's thighs, both coated in arousal as he thrusts. Tess can see his middle and ring finger on either side of the woman’s clit, rubbing gentle circles there.
"You always take care of me," the woman on Joel's lap groans, her thighs flexing as Joel drives himself up between her thighs. "Feels so good."
When the woman lets out a husky moan Joel's eyes shutter but they never break from the woman. The woman's face tilts and Joel's eyes are so full of adoration that Tess feels physically sick. She watches as Joel's hands move to cup the woman's face.
"Never felt this good with anyone," Joel tells her softly. "Never."
"Me neither," the woman whimpers before pressing her mouth to his. They kiss slowly, reverently, lovingly even as he fucks up into her. The woman makes a soft whimpering sound, her body quaking as Joel’s cock slides in and out of her. Joel's face breaks. His brows saddle and his thrusting reaches a fever pitch.
"Keep goin'," Joel is slurring. "Uh huh, you take it baby. This is all for you. S'always gonna be for you."
///
You sigh, feeling him bottom out inside you. He lets out a sharp hiss, his hands moving up your body to cup your breasts, pinching the nipples as you moan. He begins to thrust his cock into you, slowly at first, wanting you to acclimatize.
You watch yourselves in the mirror, hypnotized by the way Joel looks as he’s entering you over and over. The way he has your legs spread so wide, so obscene. The sight of Joel’s cock disappearing into your sopping cunt as he kneads your breasts. His eyes are heavy-lidded, but stuck on your face.
“You’re mine,” you tell his reflection, your damp temple pressed against his cheek. “Only mine.”
You don’t feel territorial like Joel, but you want to hear the words from him. There’s something like satisfaction in having Joel say it.
“Yes,” Joel pants, sawing his cock between your thighs. “Only yours.”
Your hands continue to lace around his neck, holding there as he continues to thrust. Your breasts bounce at every jolt, his large hands coming to hold your hips stationary.
"This is your cock baby," he tells you as he pumps into you. "Only you fuck it. Only you."
Your eyes are on his as he thrusts deep and fast, watching your body bounce on his lap, his broad forearms and shoulders caging you against him.
"Joel you feel so fucking good," you moan, eyes closing as he drives himself firmly into you. "No one fucks me like you do."
"That's right," he purrs. "Because I’m yours and your mine n’ Daddy knows how to make his good girl feel good."
He’s fucking up into you with abandon, his hands on your thighs, keeping them apart. He can’t stop staring at the two of you in the mirror, bodies rising and falling together, slick with sweat, moaning together in some feral symphony.
You feel suddenly shy, your face turning to him, forehead pressing against his cheek.
"No no," Joel commands gently, his fingers gently forcing your face to the mirror. "Look at how good you look takin’ my cock, baby."
His face slides next to you, cheeks pressed together and in the mirrors reflection you can see the stark difference in your expressions. Joel is completely un-tethered, eyes narrowed and his teeth bared in a feral smile as he thrusts into you. It's the view of a man taking what he thinks is his, of possession, of desire.
You on the other hand are completely fucked out, hair falling into your glassy eyes, mouth hanging open as you make inhuman noises, your naked body jolting with every thrust. You're totally gone, your body his to mold, hands barely able to hold onto his own around your waist.
"Oh pretty girl," Joel groans heavily into your hair. "You're doin' so good. Keep goin' just like that. Daddy loves those sounds you're makin' just for him."
"Fuck me harder Daddy," you gasp, bouncing along his cock. "Harder."
He holds your thighs tightly, fingertips dimpling the flesh as he holds you open for him to see in the mirror and fucks into you even harder. He looks lost watching as your cunt swallows him time and time again, thrust after thrust. Joel cups your tits again, squeezing them together.
"Joel," you whine, pelvis tilting back and forth as you continue crying out at the ceiling. "I don't wanna stop."
"We're not gonna," Joel promises, the two of you falling into a rhythm as he flexes into you. "We ain’t stoppin’."
He doesn’t know what you mean. That you don’t want to stop seeing him. You look over your shoulder at Joel and you let out a keen when you see how fucked out he looks. You have never wanted him more.
"Joel,” you groan, eyelids fluttering. "I need to come."
"C'mon an’ be a good girl," Joel urges you; planting a sloppy kiss to your cheek as you two bounce together. "Use your manners."
He's so deep, working so hard that his back is slick with sweat. Your thighs burn as he holds you open but you don't stop, you don't even adjust because the strain adds to it. It makes it feel even deeper, even sharper. His fingers are on your clit again, sliding and rubbing in the way he knows you love.
"That's my girl," Joel croons against your temple, his mouth breaking into a sinful smile against your hair. "So good for me."
"Please Daddy," you moan. "Let me come for you."
You rise and fall together like the waves of an ocean, his arms wrapped around your middle as your arm goes behind your head, fingers clinging to his neck, your forehead against his jaw. Your hips roll over him, sliding back and forth as Joel fucks into you. You stretch your spine out, back arching and face up at the ceiling as you cry out in high, raspy intonations.
///
"Please Daddy, let me come for you."
The woman’s hips flex as she rides his cock. Her chest rises and Joel's left hand moves to cup her breast, his fingertips worrying her nipple. Tess tries to make out the woman's face but her hair is in her face.
"You gonna come on Daddy's cock like a good girl?"
"Yes Daddy," the woman keens.
Tess feels her eyes blow wide at this. She's never heard Joel refer to himself as Daddy, has never had him encourage her to use the term. He's never fucked Tess on the edge of the bed, holding her in his lap and watching their damp bodies writhing together in the mirror. He's never been unrestrained, so recklessly passionate like this.
Tess registers that her marriage is well and truly over not only because the woman is drawing moans from Joel that Tess has never been able to encourage in him in all their time together. It's because Joel has never looked at Tess the same way he's looking at the woman now. The naked look of reverence and desire mixed in one. Never shown himself to Tess like this, never let himself truly let go.
Tess can see Joel's slick cock sliding out and into the woman's bared pussy, deeper and harder with every thrust.
“That’s it baby," Joel whispers against your mouth. "Give it all here. Lemme have it and you can have mine. Look at Daddy when you come for him."
She does, face tilted up to him, crying loudly and bouncing in his lap, her thighs spread wide. Tess sees arousal flooding over Joel's stiff cock still stuffing the woman's tight cunt.
Tess holds in a grimace as Joel grips the woman's hips in his long fingers.
"You like this?" Joel rasps, fingers worrying the woman's clit as she rides him. "Like me holding you open wide so you see how Daddy fucks his good girl?"
Tess watches the woman’s stomach tighten, sees the fresh gush of arousal around Joel’s cock and knows that she’s come. She gives out a shuddering cry of Joel’s name, her fingernails digging into his hands on her hips. Joel watches her face with a look of naked adoration, his mouth curling into a crooked smile.
“Feel good, baby?”
"Yes," she replies and Tess feels her stomach heave when the two share a soft and tender kiss.
The woman says something else but Tess doesn't hear it. The woman's mouth moves to Joel's ear and suddenly he's got her around the waist, holding her against his chest as his cock saws in and out of her dripping slot, the sounds obscene in the quiet hotel room.
"You feel so fuckin’ good," Joel grunts, his voice guttural.
The woman moans, hips rolling. Her palm comes to hold Joel’s cheek. "Wanna make you come, Joel."
And she does. Tess watches Joel’s face go pinched, his hands clutching the woman tightly to him as his hips slap against her from behind. Joel moans, his entire body convulsing a moment before he empties himself into the woman. They both groan at the sensation, bodies so tightly pressed as their hips slowly stutter to a stop.
Tess stares at the woman and Joel, her eyes fixed on the debauched view of his come leaking out of her pussy as she sits spread wide on his lap. Joel's eyes won't leave the woman's face and the woman’s fingers lace through his curls at the base of his scalp.
"I've never wanted someone the way I want you," Joel confesses quietly.
It's not just that comment which infuriates Tess. It's the way Joel's eyes are still gazing into the woman's face. It's an open, loving look without restraint. The woman murmurs something to Joel, something Tess can't hear. And suddenly Tess can't take it another second. She bursts towards them, eyes blazing.
"What the fuck is going on?"
///
You start when you hear Tess ' voice sound out behind you. Instinct tells you to turn around but everything in you stays frozen on Joel's lap as his softening cock slips from you.
"Tess," Joel croaks. "What are-"
He stops himself, realizing that he's still holding your naked body open wide. You know he's hoping the same things you are. That Tess didn't see your face.
Joel snaps into action, he grips the nearby robe and wraps it around you. He slips you off his lap, leaving you shaking on the bed as he pulls on his boxers. He stands between you on the bed and Tess standing watching you hide behind him.
Tess stands at the door of the room, her suitcase in one hand and a hotel key card in the other. In your frenzy neither of you heard the beep of the door as she came in.
"Conference got cancelled," Tess says stiffly. "Thought I'd come surprise you and Sarah. Looks like I really surprised you."
Tess is quiet as you rush off to the bathroom, Joel's come leaking down your leg. You slam the door behind you, leaning against it as you slump to the floor. You can hear their voices outside in the room.
“How did you get in here?”
“I told them my husband was staying here,” Tess hisses back. "Who the fuck was that, Joel?"
"None of your business, Tess.”
You sit against the door, ear pressed even though they're both speaking so loudly you needn’t have bothered.
“Should have known you’d have a little side piece to keep your cock warm.”
“That’s not what she is,” Joel defends angrily. “And you’re not mad at her. I’m the one you were married to.”
“Were?” Tess says choking down a laugh. “Did I miss something Joel? Last time I checked we still were.”
“Tess,” Joel says in a soft voice. “The divorce papers are signed. I don’t even know why you’re here in the first place.”
“I was coming here to see if we could still make it work,” Tess says chagrined. “I have the divorce papers in my bag. I was sitting on mailing them out. Fucking foolish of me when you have a little whore keeping your dick wet.”
“Don’t call her that,” Joel snaps. “I’m serious.”
You wish you could see him through the door. You stand, moving to sit on the toilet, wrapping the robe tighter around you. You clean yourself with one of the towels, feeling sick to your stomach.
“She seemed young,” Tess scoffs. “Now I understand the fascination. Bet you love eating her pussy don’t you? She taste good, Joel? Sweet?”
Joel doesn’t answer and you’re frankly shocked at how Tess is speaking. She didn’t seem this kind of person when you met her at Christmas.
“She just love sucking your cock?” Tess continues and you can feel Joel’s shame through the door. “Does she know you have a daughter about her age?”
“Yes.”
“How long have you known her for, Joel?”
Silence. The kind of silence that is more incriminating
Say something Joel. Something. Anything.
And then he does say something. But it’s not what you expect.
“No, Tess don’t-“
The door to the bathroom is thrust open and Tess stands in the doorway, staring down at you. You feel your soul leave your body when her see her register who you are.
"You?" She chokes out. "You?!"
"I'm so sorry," you say and the tears are spilling from your eyes. "I'm so so sorry."
Because you are.
You feel so deeply ashamed with yourself. All the times you told yourself it was a fling and it didn’t matter. All the times you pushed Tess from your mind because she wasn’t there to remind you that you were doing something incredibly wrong. And you feel so much guilt because you want her husband, you love him.
Tess backs into the room, her eyes blown wide as she looks at you emerging from the bathroom, face blotchy and eyes wet with tears.
“I welcomed you into my home,” Tess whispers in horror, her face white. “I cooked for you, I- Oh my God – is this… did it start back then?” She whirls on Joel looking ashamedly at his feet. “How long has this been going on, Joel? Tell me the fucking truth.”
Joel’s voice is low and quiet.
“Christmas.”
“Christmas,” Tess echoes weakly. “You’ve been fucking this little college slut for months?”
“Hey,” Joel says sharply, inadvertently coming to stand between Tess and the bed, shielding you.
“Big, strong protector,” Tess says with a disgusted laugh. She gives you a hollow look. “Until he gets bored of you and finds another college girl to fuck, right?”
“Tess, I know you’re hurtin’ and I’m sorry,” Joel says truthfully. “But you need to stop.”
“Did you fuck her in our bed?”
Joel can’t reply and you feel your stomach drop when Tess shake her head before sneering over at you, giving you a once over full of derision. Then her eyes are back on Joel’s increasingly red face.
“You get that you’re just some older guy she’ll fuck until she gets bored. A story she’ll look back on and laugh about with her age appropriate husband in about ten years.”
"Tess-"
"You feel good knowing you threw away our entire marriage for some college pussy?"
“Stop, please,” you beg, hating the look that’s clouding Joel’s face. That scared, uncertain look. “Please, Tess.”
"Why?" Tess scoffs angrily and you flinch at the way she hisses at you. “You don’t like hearing the truth? How you broke up a family because you wanted to fuck my husband?”
You hate knowing that you’ve hurt Tess so badly. You just never thought she would find out.
“Tess stop,” Joel says and now his voice is that same dark whisper. The scary one that sets goosebumps across your body. “I was the one that cheated on you. Be mad at me.”
“Oh don’t worry about that, I am,” Tess says with a shallow laugh before pointing at you with the key card. "But she played an equal part in this. If she’s old enough to have an affair with my husband, she’s old enough to hear this. You understand that you’re a midlife crisis, right? Most men get sportscars, but I guess Joel Miller’s not like most men.”
“She ain’t that,” Joel tells Tess and you feel the anger mixed with shame radiating off of him.
“No?” Tess’s mouth is curled into a ghoulish expression of amusement. “Why Joel? Are you in love with her or something?”
"Yes."
The speed in which he replies shocks not only Tess but you as well. Your head jerks to the side to face him. His eyes go to your face, the feeling so clear in his gaze. Your heart swells at the sight of it despite everything.
“Of course you are,” Tess laughs cruelly. “Joel Miller the romantic.”
“Tess-“
“You two are just fucking around, ruining marriages and families and I’m supposed to believe this is some love story for the ages?” Tess scowls as she collapses into the chair nearest to her. “Are you fucking deluded?”
You chance a glance over at Joel to see his jaw clenched and his dark eyes far away. Part of you wants to beg Tess’s forgiveness; the other part wants to slap her for making Joel look so beaten down.
"How many others have there been?" Tess demands. You watch Joel's cheeks flame and your stomach drops at the length of time it takes him to answer. Were there others? You never even thought to ask.
"Just her," he finally utters quietly. "Only wanted her."
You realize now his hesitancy. If there had been several you'd just be a number Tess could forget about. But as it is there is only you, which means something more. Tess turns her ire on you now, her light eyes flashing.
"How could you do this to your friend?" Tess demands of you. "Forget about me, how could you do this to Sarah? How could you break up her family?"
You feel sick to your stomach. All the minutes and hours and weeks and months you spent pining for Joel, did you ever really consider the true ramifications? Or the people you would both hurt? Or were you just so intent on having him that everything else was pushed aside?
"Tess, it wasn't her," Joel assures her. "You and I had been unhappy long before Christmas. Meeting her just... It just confirmed how I'd been feeling for months."
“We were married. We were happy.”
"Were we really happy Tess?" Joel challenges. “I wanted more kids and you didn’t.”
“She’s gonna give you kids, is that it?”
Joel ignores this question, can tell without looking over at you that there must be a stricken expression on your face.
"When you weren't at work and it was just us we barely spent time together. And when we did most of the time we'd argue."
"But there were good times," Tess defends.
"I know," Joel nods. "S'why I didn't break things off right away."
You don't like hearing this. Hearing how Joel wasn't sure. Hearing about his life when you weren't there. It makes your face crumple when you hear it. Joel must notice because his face is turning to you.
"But I couldn't forget her."
He goes to reach for you but stops when he hears Tess give a disgusted scoff. Your arms are wrapped around your body, wishing more than anything this moment was over. But Tess isn’t finished. Not by a long shot.
“And what did Sarah have to say about this?” Tess demands. “Something tells me she wouldn’t have been thrilled to see her best friend and her father fucking.”
The dual silence of you and Joel tells her everything.
“Ohhh….She doesn’t know,” Tess says in a mock hushed tone. “Well, maybe someone should tell her.”
You watch in horror as Tess reaches for her cell phone in her purse. Your stomach lurches and you dart forward, ignoring Joel’s hand grazing your waist as you pass him.
"Tess please," you beg, hand outstretched. "You can hate me and Joel as much as you want. But please think of how telling her like this will affect Sarah.”
Tess stares at you, a sinister curl of amusement on her lips. “Like you thought about how it would affect Sarah when you started fucking her dad?”
No, you never thought of Sarah. All you thought about was your own selfish pleasure. How were you so fucking deluded to think that loving Joel would be enough? Tess is one thing – according to him their marriage was already suffering and aside from this moment you never thought you’d have to see her.
But Sarah? Sarah was innocent in all of this. Sarah your only true friend.
“I didn’t because I’m a selfish piece of shit,” you tell her firmly. “But you aren’t.”
“Oh no?” Tess is almost laughing at your solemnity.
“No,” you shake your head. “From the moment I met you, I knew you were the kind of person to do the right thing. And you know that telling Sarah about us like this is wrong. It would break her heart. Sarah doesn't deserve this. She's never done anything to you. Ever."
“And I deserved it?” Tess challenges. “I deserved to have some little college slut fuck my husband?”
The tears are falling down, hot and steady down your warm cheeks. Because she has every right to hate you both. You did something wrong, so impossibly wrong. You shake your head lightly, trying to swallow more of the tears.
“No, you didn’t.”
You feel your cheeks burn with shame and guilt as you lower yourself to your knees, head bowed. You face her, subservient in your stance, ignoring as Joel calls your name. Your fold your hands in front of you, lacing the fingers together as if in prayer.
“Tess I’m so so sorry for what we did. I know that an apology means nothing. It means less than nothing,” you say, debasing yourself. “I understand you hating me for the rest of your life. What we did was fucking wrong, there’s no way around that. I don’t know how to fix it. I really don’t.”
You take a deep breath and try to swallow down the cracking sobs starting in your rib cage.
“But Tess I’m begging you, please don’t tell Sarah. Sarah loves Joel so much, finding out this way would devastate her. She doesn’t deserve to pay for our fuck up. She doesn’t deserve to learn about it like this, please don’t tell Sarah. Please.”
The sobs begin in earnest and you try to swallow them down once more, your chest heaving. When you finally glance up you can see that Tess is glassy-eyed and ignoring you there on the floor.
“I wanna talk in private,” Tess says, looking at Joel. “You owe me that much.”
You continue sitting there on the floor, tears streaming down your face until you feel Joel’s hand gently alight on your shoulder.
"Can you give us a minute?" Joel asks you. "I'll send a text."
For some reason this hurts more than anything. To know that you’re the one being asked to leave in all of this. And yet you nod, grabbing your phone from the nightstand and leaving quickly, tightening the robe around your middle.
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You’re sitting in the pool area, lying on one of the puffy chaise lounges. It’s been two hours of scrolling your phone and wiping away tears as you try to face away from the families splashing around in the pool.
Joel loves you.
Sarah is going to hate you.
Joel loves you.
You keep waiting for Sarah to call you in tears, screaming at you for ruining her life. When your phone buzzes you feel your stomach jump. You raise the screen to your face with shaking fingers.
[HIM 💜]: She left.
The trudge back to the hotel room is a slow one, your heart heavy. There’s no way Joel is going to want to continue this with you. And you’ve realized now that it’s going to break your fucking heart when he ends things.
You slip past him when the door opens, trying to mask your tears. You go to the bed, looking at the rumpled sheets and your red panties strewn to the side. It doesn’t look like the bed of two people in love. It looks like the bed of two selfish people.
Joel rests a hand on the doorknob, shoulders hunched at his ears. You can see the red at the back of his neck when you look back at him.
“Is she gonna tell Sarah?”
“No.”
“You’re sure?”
“I’m sure.”
Joel says it firmly, without question and you believe him. You want to ask him what he and Tess talked about, but at the same time you don’t want to know. You don’t want to think about how hurt she was.
And now you can’t stop thinking about Joel loving you. He loves you. Love. And you love him. This should be a time of celebration. But instead you stand there, eyes on his feet. Because love won’t be enough. He won’t want this with you, not at such a cost.
You blink back the tears and try to steady your voice.
“I guess we’re over, then?”
You make a motion between your bodies, waiting for Joel’s agreement. When several moments pass in silence you finally raise your gaze to Joel’s. He’s put a t-shirt on, but he still wears his boxers. He looks so vulnerable, despite his breadth and you can see the gloss that has begun in his dark eyes.
"Baby, come here."
Without thought you cross the room and move into his waiting embrace, arms banding around his waist. He holds you tightly to him, your head tucked under his chin. He sways you gently from side to side, his heart under your ear.
“I don’t want us to be over,” he murmurs against the crown of your head. “But I understand if this is too much for you.”
You hold him tighter, the tears no longer flowing. Being in his arms feels so safe and so right. You hate how right it feels in Joel Miller’s arms. If it felt even a tiny bit awful you could turn away, you could walk from this hotel and never give him a second thought. As it is, you feel something deep and eternal for him.
"Did you mean it? About loving me?"
Joel’s large hands move to cup your face, turning your red-rimmed eyes up to face him. He stares at you in that impossibly soft way that only Joel Miller possesses. The kind of way that spells affection in the flecks of honey in his iris, the way that shows adoration in the round of his pupils.
"Yeah," Joel whispers and suddenly he looks like a lost little boy as you stare up at him. "Is that okay?"
It takes everything in you not to cry again. You’re sick of crying. You want to remember how Joel is looking down at you now. How your hands lay against his waist, holding him. How in this moment you’ve never loved anyone more.
"Yes,” you finally whisper back. “Joel, I've loved you for so long."
“I know,” Joel admits, his eyes glassy. “I’ve been in love with you for a long time, baby. Was just scared to admit it, I think.”
His mouth finds yours, his hand sliding to the back of your neck as you wrap your arms around his waist once more. There’s no heat in this kiss, just a deep abiding love that you sense with every soft dab of his lips against yours.
“I wanna take care of you,” Joel murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth. "I want you to come back to Austin with me. I want you to come stay with me for the summer. Please say yes."
Your stomach jumps in both anticipation and tremendous fear. This is a huge step for the both of you. And you’re scared that Joel is offering this because of how horrible this evening was with Tess. You bring a thumb to stroke his cheek, smiling up at him gently.
“Let’s go to bed,” you say.
Joel blinks before nodding, pressing a full-lipped kiss to your mouth before taking your hand in his and leading you to the bed. The two of you are completely wiped from everything. Still wearing your robe and Joel in his boxers, the two of you collapse into bed. Joel flicks off the light and draws you to him.
“I love you,” Joel murmurs against your forehead. Your heart sings at the sound of it and your mouth curls into a soft, contented smile.
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You wake the next morning with a strange sensation. A mixture of joy an apprehension as you open your eyes. Joel is already awake, balancing on one arm and looking at you with a gentle smile. His hair is mussed from sleep, the curls flattened on one side. That shouldn’t make your heart jump with affection, but it does.
“Was wondering when you’d wake up. You were out like a light.”
“Shit,” you say, propping yourself onto your elbows. “What time is it?”
“Doesn’t matter,” Joel soothes, brushing the hair from your eyes. “I got us a late checkout.”
“Thanks.”
Your eyes drop to the space between you on the bed. A small sliver of waved blankets that in this moment feel like a canyon. You smooth your hands over it, feeling the soft texture. Joel watches this, you can feel his eyes on you. He knows you so well.
“What are you thinkin’ about?”
“About what you asked me last night,” you admit. “About coming to Austin with you.”
Joel grows serious, taking a slow inhale. “And?”
“I’m worried you’re saying it because of everything with Tess,” you admit, fingers plucking the bed sheets absently. “And I don’t want that. I want it to be because it’s something you want, not something you feel obligated to do.”
Joel launches himself off of the bed before you can finish your thought. You watch his broad shoulders bared, his body covered in only his boxers as he knees down, rummaging for something in his suitcase.
You stare at him puzzled when he comes back with an envelope and a small square box. He sits across from you on the bed, his large frame comically child-like in the cross-legged pose. He passes you the envelope first.
You open it, confused when you pull out a long piece of paper until you realize what you’re looking at. An airline ticket to Austin and your name in on it. Your eyes dart in surprise to Joel’s open gaze. He sits with his hands folded on his muscled thighs. He rubs the palms along them a few times before nervously swallowing.
“Wanted this for a long time,” he tells you. “Longer than I wanna admit.”
A smile breaks out over your features. This wasn’t a last minute plan to smooth over what happened last night. He wanted you to come back with him to Austin for a while. Living with him for an entire summer.
“I was gonna ask you properly last night,” he admits. “The same time I gave you this.”
Joel takes your chin in his thumb and forefinger, stroking sweetly before motioning to the box between the two of you. It's a small square box in a color you know too well: Tiffany blue wrapped in a black ribbon.
"Open it."
You do slowly, feeling nervous with Joel's gaze on you. The ribbon drifts to the floor until all you're left with is a small square box with Tiffany & Co embossed on the front. You let your fingers trail over the grooves of the letters.
He wouldn't propose.
No it's too early. It's too much. You can't possibly say yes can you? No, it's insane. His divorce isn't even finalized yet. Your trembling fingers open the box, eyes widening until you see what rests inside.
Relief floods you when you see a delicate silver chain and pendant sitting on the velvet cushion inside. It's simple; a thin x with diamonds in each of the empty spaces and the shape is unmistakable.
A snowflake.
It's on a slender silver chain that sparkles in the light as you remove it from the velvet cushion.
"Here, lemme put it on ya," Joel murmurs, taking the delicate jewelry in his wide fingers. You twist away from him, sliding your hair over one shoulder. You feel him fumble with it against the nape of your neck and you hold in a shiver at the sensation.
"Perfect," be murmurs, tracing a finger along the chain.
"It's just ... This is so much, Joel. The necklace, the hotel, the massage.” Guilt gnaws at your belly. “Did you get anything for Sarah?"
Joel's head tilts slightly as he regards you. "You're worried I didn't get anything for Sarah?"
"I guess ...” you falter. “I just ..."
"I got her a ring made from one that used to belong to her mom. I paid for her and Charlie to stay at a swanky hotel in town for the weekend," Joel promises, kissing the worry from between your brows. "Plus a few other things that ain't your business because she's my kid."
He says the last part in a jesting tone, pinching the end of your nose in his knuckles and squeezing gently a moment. Relief floods you at this admission.
"Good."
Joel surveys you a moment, features drawn. He takes your hand in his, wide thumb tracing the back.
"My daughter will always be my biggest priority," Joel informs you, concern trailing over his strong features. "You never have to worry about that."
"Alright."
Joel swallows.
"But you also need to understand it, too. I need you to be okay with it, cuz that ain't changing. She's always gonna be my kid."
Adoration flows from you as you look at Joel. The difference between he and your parents rearing is so stark it fills your eyes with tears.
"I think that's why I fell for you from the start," you admit without thinking. "Because of how well you love her."
Joel's face is pure sweetness as he looks at you.
"But that doesn't mean you're not a priority too," he tells you with earnestness. "You're my girl."
His large palms come to either side of your jaw, tilting your mouth to his. His girl. How long did you pine over Joel Miller dreaming of a life where you're his? And now you are. Here in his arms, kissing him fiercely.
You break apart, flushed happily. You look back at your necklace, tracing the small pendant before turning it over. Your brows knit together in confusion as you see the engraved letter on the back.
"H?"
"For Heather," Joel tells you shyly. "I just know she'd be proud of you, baby. Maybe even more than me."
And that’s it, the moment you fall so hard for Joel Miller than no one could catch you. Your heart overflows with affection for him as you launch yourself into his lap, holding him. Everything about him feels right as he pulls you against him, his breathing soft and steady.
“I wanna come back to Austin with you Joel,” you tell him with a watery smile. “I wanna spend the summer with you.”
“Are you sure, baby?” Joel asks, concern clear in his features. “I don’t wanna pressure-“
“I’m sure,” you answer, your mouth kissing his jaw, then his lips. You pull back because there is something so engaging about Joel’s eyes. You see everything in the depths of his large, chocolate colored gaze.
"Joel... How do you just..."
"Just what?"
"See me," you say softly. You can’t find another word to describe it. All the things you’ve tried to keep hidden, the secrets, the shame, he sees it all. And he loves you through all of it.
"Same way you see me," Joel offers.
Joel's eyes are so impossibly soft as he stares at you and when you press your mouth to his, he's so warm. You’re convinced that if you cut your veins they would bleed the color of Joel’s eyes, that your heart is wrapped up in his flesh, that you are a part of him and he’s a part of you.
"Make love to me," you whisper against his lips.
You don't know that it's possible considering all that’s gone on in the last twenty four hours. But you need to feel him inside you right now; you need to be as physically close as two people can be.
"Of course," Joel murmurs back his nose gently tracing yours. "Whatever my girl wants."
Any fears that he won't be able to perform are allayed when he brings your thigh over his and you feel his hardened cock at your entrance. You both shimmy out of your under things, kicking them onto the hotel floor. He removes the robe from your body and on his side he holds you, thumb rubbing the plush of your hips. He urges your thigh over his hip and then he slides into you slowly, both of you gasping softly at the sensation of his cock and your cunt meeting in pleasure.
“I love you so much sweet girl,” he tells you. “So much.”
“I love you too,” you whisper, eyes locked on his. “I've never really been in love before."
And it's true, you realize as Joel slowly and sweetly makes love to you that you've never actually loved anyone. You thought you loved Conrad but that was an infatuation. He never saw you like Joel does. He never held you like Joel is holding you now.
He holds you like a cherished artwork, like something precious. Like you’re worth something, even though your whole life you’ve been told the opposite.
His mouth goes to your neck, kissing and licking there as you whimper against him. He gently moves you onto your back and you let him take control of the motion. Your hands lace in Joel’s at the side of your head, holding you in place, his body sliding along yours.
"Gonna hold you like this every day in Austin," Joel breathes as he continues to slowly thrust into you deeply from this angle. "Gonna cook for you. Gonna take you on dates. I’m gonna take care of you."
"I want that too," you breathe, mouth over his, swallowing his cries. "Wanna be with you so much, Joel.”
He notices your eyes closed tightly, body rocking gently against his. He lets this happen a few moments, watching as your body begins to flush and your brows saddle. But soon he feels himself approaching his climax and he needs your gaze.
"Eyes open for me, pretty girl," he murmurs and your eyes crack open at his request.
The two of you stare deeply into one another's eyes, the moment heavy. You can see Joel's mouth starting to quiver as he breathes, something he does when he's about to come. He holds you tighter to him and neither of you can look away when your climaxes overtakes you.
He spills into you while crying out your name, you follow soon after with his name half-uttered before your groans of pleasure become too much. You both stay like this a moment, he soft but still buried within you. You kiss fiercely, desire flooding you both at the knowledge that this is only the beginning.
“Better get you to the dorm,” Joel offers. “Gotta pack for Austin… As long as that’s still something you want?”
You see the indecision in his eyes, the continued concern that he’s forcing you into something you don’t want. You hum a soothing noise before you press a palm to his whiskery cheek, watching him go from nervous to calm at your touch.
“I can’t wait.”
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lost school ID 🪪
西村 nishimura riki 🐥🐆
he looks so school boy in this photo woah ?!?
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genre: teenage angst 🚸, classmates to friends (crushes? ㅠㅠ)
wc: around 1.7k (not my intention 🥹)
warnings: teenage immaturity & swearing, all lowercase
synopsis: riki lends you his school id for school lunch since you forgot yours c;
characters: y/n, riki, kazuha, heeseung, leeseo
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my first fic ^_−☆ lmk how you like it! 🩵
you and kazuha are standing in the school lunch line talking about the interesting wall posters you’ve seen around the school the past week.
“I saw a poster of the principal with a snapchat filter near the vending machine this morning” you snicker.
“nah I saw an even funnier one,” kazuha starts, “yesterday I saw a list of funny hoco proposal lines in the boys locker room!” she laughs.
“why were you in the boys locker room?” you hear a laughing voice say.
you glance away from kazuha to see a grinning heeseung and his tall friend group next to you guys.
“oh! bambi boy wants to know what I was doing yesterday?” kazuha turns around facing heeseung with a smirk on her face, taunting him.
heeseung places his arm on the wall behind her, shortening the distance between their faces. kazuha’s eyes widens and stares into his silent, curious brown eyes, taken aback by his actions.
heeseung then turns swiftly on his heels and faces the front of the line, cutting me and kazuha while suppressing a laugh.
then the rest of his friend group shoves next to him, creating a huge social circle in the middle of the lunch line.
only one of his friends stays outside the line, riki.
I notice him looking at us, but I don’t think anything of it. it’s not like he didn’t cut us because he’s some saint, that whole popular guy group is full of bitch-ass boys with insufferable senses of humor. he just refuses to eat school food anymore because it’s ‘nasty shit,’ and he got food poisoning from last week’s suspicious steak cubes.
his blank gaze stays on me, not moving for a second, making me feel a bit uncomfortable and confused, a pink tinge appearing on my cheeks. I look behind me and see that leeseo is standing there, laughing with her other popular friends, looking gorgeous as always.
“oh.” I think, making my stomach drop a little and I return to look at kazuha.
“who does that boy think he is? he’s always messing with me, i’m gonna fucking slap him next time he does that!” kazuha rants.
“that entire group,” I state sourly, rolling my eyes.
a few minutes later, it was just the group of boys in front of us ordering lunch. of course, they were being obnoxiously loud, cackling and spewing dumb jokes. I peer past kazuha’s shoulder and see heeseung carrying a heap of cookies, struggling to scan his school ID. kazuha lends a hand, bringing the barcode of his ID up to the scanner, making a quick beep sound.
“you have $112.50 remaining in your school account,” the lunch lady says.
heeseung flashes a smile at us and clicks his tongue, scurrying away with his treats while catching up with his friends.
kazuha rolls her eyes and scans her ID.
that’s when I realized that I don’t have mine.
“oh shit.. I don’t have my ID zuha” I look at her nervously.
“omg y/n!” she exclaims, “where did you leave it??” she questions sternly.
“I don’t know!!” I say upsettingly.
“here” a deep voice blurts, cutting our banter, making me flinch a little.
I see a firm hand reaching out to me, holding an ID.
I look at the school picture on it, instantly recognizing the cartilage piercing and the firmly pressed together puffy pink lips.
I look up to see riki’s extremely tall figure, one of which I never considered until this moment, standing extremely close to me.
“well?” he spoke, raising an eyebrow after a few moments passed.
I wanted to believe that he was offering a kind gesture, but I couldn’t let a guy like him fool me that easily.
“well what..?” I question meekly, seeing him narrow his eyes.
“i’m letting you use my ID stupid,” he muttered, putting his ID against the scanner with another quick beep.
“oh..-“ I say, turning to thank him, only to see that he had disappeared.
“sorry I was spitting out my gum, wait did you get a lunch?” kazuha says, walking back towards me from the large trash cans.
“yea..” I murmur while walking to our usual lunch spot, with riki’s ID in hand.
soon, we sit down on the cold hard cafeteria benches, immediately feasting on our less-than-healthy chicken tenders.
“so how’d you get a lunch anyways? I thought you forgot your ID somewhere,” kazuha questions while opening her chocolate milk carton.
“someone lent me their ID,” I shrug, trying not to bring much attention to the subject.
“leeseo’s so nice and pretty,” kazuha states while poking at her veggies, assuming leeseo was the person who had lent me their ID.
“she always manages to look well put together,” I add on, pushing down the jealousy slowly sprouting in my mind.
a little bit later 〜
“shit! I’m supposed to be at tutoring right now!” kazuha gasps, shooting up from her seat and quickly gathering her stuff.
“oh-“
“i’ll see you in fourth period y/n!!” she shouts, running off and throwing away her tray.
I glance down, looking at my phone.
“12:15”
I sigh, gathering my stuff to head to the main hall for the second half of lunch.
while stuffing my hoodie into my backpack, riki’s ID flings out onto the table.
“bruh I have to give this back to him,” I groan to myself with a hint of nervousness.
swinging my backpack around my shoulder, I start heading over to the “popular kids area,” near the soccer field.
“I don’t know if I wanna go up to that many people just to give his ID back..” I think to myself, feeling like backing out.
“no, that’s stupid. what type of pussy am I if I can’t give his stupid ID back?” I debate with myself, mustering up the courage to go up to the red tables.
however I stop in my tracks when I see leeseo and her friends sit down at riki’s table.
“ugh..” I breathe, “i’m gonna embarrass myself.”
I get a familiar pit in my stomach and want to get out of this area immediately, but heeseung catches me staring their way before I can.
he elbows riki on his side and raises his hand, waving at me and calling me over.
I scoff again, wanting to ignore his annoying antics, but I reconsider when I see riki’s piercing dark eyes rise from the papers on the table in front of him to meet mine.
I slowly start walking towards their table with caution, fiddling with riki’s ID.
I see heeseung smiling positively, and riki putting his focus back on his work, and leeseo glancing at me confusedly.
“hey where’s kazuha?” heeseung asks excitedly.
“um she's-“
“I wanna ask her something,” he states, smiling even bigger.
“ayeee ask her what?”
“heeseung tryna shoot his shot?”
the table starts a commotion, teasing heeseung and questioning him.
everyone but riki, who is still focused on his paper, with furrowed eyebrows and those same narrowed eyes from earlier.
I move from heeseung’s view and walk over to riki’s side.
“struggling on the algebra homework?” I chuckle, teasing him because everyone else finished it during the end of last class.
“haha yeah. it sucks ass,” he laughs dryly, continuing to struggle, not lifting his head up once.
trying to relieve the awkwardness, I say, “by the way, thanks for letting me use your id,” placing the neatly wrapped up lanyard next to his hand, making leeseo look over at us.
before I can remove my hand, he places his larger yet comforting hand over mine, turning over to me.
“are you l/n y/n?” he asks, surprising me.
I stay quiet, shocked at his random question, and at the fact that he weirdly knows my full name.
“I found your ID in the vending machines this morning,” he states, pulling out a scratched up card from his pocket, extending his hand towards my face.
he squints one eye and looks back and forth between the school photo on the ID and my face, making my heart race.
“I couldn’t tell if it was you earlier..” he starts while getting up from his seat, bringing his face close to mine.
again, his same tall figure is hovering over me, except this time he’s carefully looking at my face. I gulp, staring back into his focused eyes, trying not to break eye contact.
“but I can tell it’s you now,” he softly smiles, giving me my ID with a subtle (super) cute look on his face.
“thanks,” I state softly, still surprised at what just happened. “damn his smile..” I think to myself.
my heart is racing faster than before, and I freeze, not knowing what to do from there, just examining riki’s perfect features, taking note of his moles, feeling his light breaths fan over my face as he doesn’t take his hand off mine.
that’s before leeseo interrupts my daydreaming.
“aww that’s so nice of you riki!” she stated as if she was announcing it to everyone outside.
me and riki immediately drop our hands and turns to look at her.
feeling slightly embarrassed now that it felt like everyone was looking at me, I moved my eyes down to look at the ID in my hands, avoiding anyone else’s eyes.
“shut up leeseo” riki utters, sitting back down in his seat, his usual harsh demeanor returning.
surprised by riki’s reaction, she looks back at me with a judging look.
“don't lose your ID again!” she mocks, giving a small wave as she continues the conversation to whatever it was before.
her smile that I was envious of just a bit ago starts to burn itself into my brain and twists my stomach.
I scoff lightly under my breath, backing up and turning around to find kazuha inside the school building.
“see you around y/n,” riki turns in his seat and says, giving a small smile to me.
I give the same smile back, feeling some butterflies starting to form as I continue walking back inside.
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THANK U SM FOR READING I LOVE U ☹️💞
TMI!! im ngl.. I had a dream of this happening with a guy at my school 💀 as soon as I woke up that morning, I wrote the idea in my notes app LOL
I hope you enjoyed! :)
merry late christmas ☃️🎄 💗
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lifestyles of the rich and famous
Your coworkers are really tired of hearing you pine over a guy who doesn’t want you, so they decide it’s finally time to do something about it. Thankfully the hot young son of the country club’s owner just walked in the door and sat at your bar.
main pairing: rich boy!johnny suh x bartender!reader
minor pairing: fuckboy!jaehyun x reader
genre: fluff, suggestive, slight angst !!MDNI!!
length: 8k
warnings: adults having sex, smoking weed, drinking alcohol, vaping, jaehyun is a lying fuckboy
net tags: @kflixnet @neowritingsnet
if you repost or translate my work i’ll feed you to the metaphorical sharks (aka angry tumblr writers)
You’re a simple girl with simple desires, you like to think. You’re not demanding, nor are your dating requirements long or difficult to meet.
So when the guy you’ve been seeing for a couple of weeks decides that now of all times is the most appropriate time to begin speaking to you with short responses and leave you on read for hours on end, you’re pissed.
So much so that you feel validated enough in your desire to tell him off to your friends/coworkers but they seem to have differing opinions.
“I mean, he’s not your boyfriend Y/N.” Doyoung, always too blunt for his own good, says and it makes a groan escape your chest as you let your head fall onto Yerim’s shoulder in a painful thud.
“Thanks, Doyoung.” You say, speech mumbled against Yerim’s cotton polo uniform.
“You need a rebound. Let this inconsistent and slimy motherfucker go.” Yerim says and you hum in response, still leaning into her shoulder from your position behind her back.
“I don’t want another guy, I want Jaehyun.”
You’re startled into standing up straight by the reverberating banging sound of a hand coming into contact with the metal table separating you two from Doyoung.
“Too bad,” Doyoung says, looking directly into your eyes “He’s not yours so just let it go!”
You stare back with wide eyes and Yerim interjects, turning to lean against the table behind her and face you.
“He’s right, babe. It’s time to let him go. You don’t deserve to be led on like this.” Yerim says with her usual gentle tone of voice and you frown, looking down at the ugly shoes your boss forces you to wear behind the bar.
“You’re right. You’re both right.” You say, turning to give Doyoung your scariest look, “You’re incredibly cruel about it, but you’re right.”
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Sure, your friends may have been right about your need to leave Jaehyun in the dust and move on to bigger and better things but you’re weak and never claimed not to be.
That’s why you choose to spend the last five minutes of your thirty minute break in the corner of the staff restroom taking and then deleting what feels like fifty Snapchat pictures.
Emerging from the restroom you’re immediately faced with Yerim with her arms crossed across her chest, staring you down in the way that communicates that she knows exactly what you were just getting up to.
“Either you just took the fattest shit of your life, or you were just texting Jaehyun.”
You don’t respond, brushing your shoulder on hers to pass her and clock back in.
—
With your last customer served her jack and coke, you decide it’s finally time to check your phone again. Forty five minutes is enough time for a man to come to his senses, open your Snapchat, and respond with an overly enthusiastic compliment and apology for being so unavailable, right?
Before you can even allow your phone to scan your face, it’s being snatched out of your hand.
“What the fuck!” You exclaim, hand chasing Yerim’s in an unattractive and unsuccessful flail.
“No, you aren’t doing this.” She chastises with one finger pointing at you. She’s somehow slipped your phone to somewhere you can’t spot it with a quick scan of your eyes up and down her now apron-clad body.
“You can have it back after your shift.” She says and you roll your eyes at her, leaning your hip uncomfortably into the short fridge behind the bar.
“Come on Yerim, that’s in three hours. What if he responds and asks me to hangout? That won’t be nearly enough time to get ready and by then he will have made other plans and-“ you ramble your embarrassing train of thought.
“Hush, you’re embarrassing yourself in front of a cute guy.”
You frown, arms crossing your chest as you follow Yerim’s line of sight to a bar stool behind you currently taken by oh- an extremely attractive guy with long brown hair tucked behind his ears. He’s waiting patiently for... well, you.
“Go serve him.” She says once you whip your head back over to face her again.
“Fuck.” You groan, grabbing your sanitizing towel and pretending to wipe down the bar in an act of stubborn defiance to Yerim and procrastination.
You know him, you’d be a fool if you didn’t. He’s what some would call a country club celebrity with how he’s gained recognition for being the best singles tennis player and for his last name being on the front of the building. His family photos are littering the hallways, a particularly precious photo of him as a kid with a half melted ice cream cone is situated on the front door of the child care center.
His father owns the country club, and he is much cuter in person than he is in his old family photos. He doesn’t visit your bar ever, so you’re intrigued to know why he’s here.
“Oh,” Yerim says stepping into your bubble and combing her fingers through your knotted hair, “go fix your hair first.” She says and you roll your eyes, hand blindly grasping at your back pocket in search of your cell phone.
“Here,” she says, handing you her bulky iPhone with some Sanrio phone case, “go in the back.” You roll your eyes again at her mistrust of you before following her orders, quickly rushing into the kitchen and pulling up her front camera to inspect your appearance.
Emerging from the kitchen, you feel a pair of eyes on you immediately and you look right back, making unexpected eye contact with the handsome man who’s been waiting. You flash him your brightest customer service smile before rushing over to stand across from him at the bar.
“Hey, sorry about that,” he waves you off in dismissal of your apology before smiling at you, “what can I get for you?”
He’s still smiling a very polite smile, his eyes shining with kindness and it makes you weak in the knees. Working at a country club comes with a lot of perks, but those perks were bought with a price. The price being dealing with the type of people that belong to a country club, the rudest and most stuck up wealthy people in your town. You don’t meet people like him so often, genuinely kind people.
“I’ll take a vodka soda with extra lime whenever you find the time.” He smiles at you again and you actually feel your knees buckling at his kindness.
“Premium or well?” You respond out of habit, your brain fogging with his presence. He shoots you an unbelievable look that makes you both laugh. Forgoing an immediate response, you shake your head and scoff at yourself when you grab a glass to pour ice into.
“Top shelf, duh, sorry again.” You apologize as you press the sparkling water button on your soda gun.
“Stop apologizing so much!” He says and you look up from his drink to catch his kind eyes staring back at you in a way that makes you want to blush.
“I-I don’t know what to say.” You say, now in front of him situating the lime wedge on the side of his glass.
He takes a sip before responding. “I just know how understaffed you are.”
You lean an elbow up on the bar, “I didn’t know it was that obvious.” Your cheeks flare up with another blush.
“It isn’t!” He clarifies, hand coming down to grab at your forearm in reassurance. You ignore sparks that shoot from his contact with your skin.
“I just-“ He says, removing his hand to play with the branded cocktail napkin under his glass, “sometimes they actually put me to work around here and I know how small your staff is.”
You hum, pensive frown on your face as you look around. You are short staffed.
“So what work do they make you do?” You tease, not really wanting this conversation to end.
“Dad tries to put my accounting degree to work by making me do our books every once in a while, but more recently he’s got me planning for the new garden. As if I would know anything about landscaping.”
You laugh at his charming joke, taking a moment just to steal a quick once over his appearance. He’s wearing a blue polo with some brands insignia stitched onto the breast pocket, a watch you’re assuming is very expensive from a luxury brand on his right wrist, and a tennis racket cover placed on the barstool next to him. He’s handsome, of course, with his kind eyes and long brown hair tucked behind his surprisingly pierced ears.
“Well I’ve been a bartender since college. So I wish I could be of more assistance, but I can’t offer any help.” You quip with a sigh and he smiles back.
“You have your degree, huh? What’re you doing here?” You find it charming that he’s actually engaging you in conversation.
“All I said was that I was in college, not that I finished.” You say, slight embarrassment lacing your voice.
“Well, it’s a good thing you didn’t finish.” He says and you shoot him a look urging him on to explain further.
He smirks at your offense before continuing, “We wouldn’t have met if you didn’t work here, and I don’t know about you, but I’m quite enjoying your company.”
A blush creeps it’s way up your neck, a coy expression on your face as your head drops down to stare at the sanitization bucket behind the bar.
“Gotta go, I have a tennis lesson in fifteen.” He says, standing and taking another sip of his drink.
“See you around.” He says with a final look and you nod, waving him off.
No more than 30 seconds after you watch his tall figure leave the restaurant, you see him slowly jogging back towards the bar.
“What’s your name?” He says, wrist resting on the back of the barstool opposite of you.
With a grin you tell him your name and he replies with a warm smile.
“I’m Johnny.”
“Nice to meet you, Johnny.” Your voice light with affection.
He nods at you, reaching into his wallet and digging out a five dollar bill, throwing it on the bar and ignoring your shouts of protest as he leaves the restaurant for the final time.
Later that evening when you check your phone after Yerim slides it at you from across the bar, you notice that Jaehyun still hasn’t opened your photo.
Surprisingly, though, you don’t care nearly as much as you expected to; with the thoughts of a very tall and handsome tennis player in the back of your mind.
—
Johnny comes by a lot more often after your first interaction, and you’re just a little too aware to pretend like you don’t know what for. He comes in, same bashful smile on his face as always, sits down, waits patiently for your attention, spends at least an hour or two chatting with you, and then leaving a five dollar bill on the bar.
Today’s no different, except that it’s been 98 hours since Jaehyun last spoke to you and you’re feeling antsy for attention.
“Johnny, hi!” You chirp out, leaping up out of your stool to walk over to the same section of the bar he always sits at.
“Someone’s a happy girl.” He snickers as he sits down.
“Yes she is, how did you know?” You tease, teeth sinking into your top lip.
“So what’s the good news? What’s got you so happy?” He says, smile painting his face. He thinks you’re cute.
“My favorite customer walked in.” You say, cheeky smile on your face as you look dead into his eyes from beneath your eyelashes.
He pretends to be touched, as his hand flies up to press against his chest in an overly dramatic way that makes you laugh and drop your flirty act.
“I have a proposal for you.” He leans in, eyes sparkling.
“What is it?” You blush.
“Let’s go swimming tonight!” He whisper shouts.
You tilt your head in confusion when you look up at him, “the pool closed at 4.”
“Not when you fucking own the pool, Y/N!” He leans in, eyes anticipating.
He’s so cute this way, and it feels really nice to be wanted when you’ve been getting ignored so obviously by the man you think you want.
It’s a no brainer.
“Let’s go!” You say after rolling your eyes and Johnny stands up on the foot bar of the stool, hands up in the air in victory.
You giggle as you swat a dry towel at his now exposed lower torso to encourage him to sit back down. Once he’s sat, he clears his throat and looks around with wide eyes in fake suspicion, and it just makes you laugh harder. For a moment your eyes meet as you two laugh, and it forces the butterflies in your belly to awaken and flutter in their cage.
He seems to have felt the moment shift too, as his smile falters for a second before going back to his wide grin.
“I’ll be back when you’re done.” Johnny says, grabbing his drink, tossing a five dollar bill on the bar, winking, and then quickly exiting the bar.
Two hours later, the bar is absolutely dead with zero customers in sight. You still have ten minutes to go of your shift, yet you’ve already completed all of your closing duties, just sitting by and waiting.
“Damn, what did you do to everyone?” The familiar voice shouts from the entrance of the bar and you smile. Finally, you think.
“You’re early, I still have a couple minutes to go.” You pout as he approaches the bar.
“Seriously? But nobody’s here. Let’s just go.” He draws out the ‘o’ sound, leaning his tall body over the bar to get in your face.
“Johnny, I’m not breaking two staff rules tonight.” You wave him off and he lets out a humph sound as he sits.
A mischievous smile then moves over his face as he opens a wallet, and hands you a twenty dollar bill.
You grab it between your pointer and middle finger and eye him suspiciously, “What’s this for?”
He smiles even wider, he’d wanted you to ask. “I wanna buy my favorite bartender a drink on the last ten minutes of her shift. Is that okay?”
You smile, waltzing over to the cash register and opening a tab. If Johnny wants you to enjoy your evening, who are you to stop him from making that happen?
Forty minutes and two more drinks downed, the two of you are finally tip toeing down the cobblestone path to the pool deck.
Johnny looks over his shoulder at you with a playful glint in his eyes as he hushes you.
“Whatever happened to ‘there is no closing time, I own the place!’?” You chastise, weak fists coming in contact to the back of his shoulder.
“I- oh shit,” he says, arm flying out to stop you in your tracks, but of course you drunkenly stumble right into his arm anyways.
He’s got a focused look on his face, and his chin is tilted up as if he’s listening out for someone. The coast is clear, obviously, when Johnny begins walking now with you two side by side.
“I may have fibbed about the no rules thing.” You roll your eyes at him in the dark. Of course he lied about it, you wouldn’t be here sneaking around after sundown if he wasn’t.
“No fucking shit.” you snap, but quickly dissolve into drunk giggles when he makes an offended face at you. He’s been doing that a lot lately, making you laugh uncontrollably and feel giddy like a little girl with a crush.
“Gimme your jacket.” Johnny says and you frown, immediately shaking your head no. The evening breeze is just a little too cold for your liking.
“Come on, I gotta get the gate open.” He whines, gesturing towards the locked gate in front of you.
With another frown on your drunk face, you shimmy your athletic jacket off your shoulders and hand it to Johnny, who quickly grabs the jacket by the two arm holes creating a makeshift hook. He uses his height to his advantage (and frankly, for your visual enjoyment) to lean over the gate and Macgyver the door to open with one swift pull of the jacket over the stem of the door handle.
The view is great, you must add. His t-shirt has ridden up a bit exposing a small sliver of his midriff and seeing him use his height so smoothly is making you feel weak in the knees. You can’t help it, you’re drunk and a very attractive man is being just so manly in front of your eyes.
When the door pops open, you let out a squeal of excitement and he laughs, pushing the door open for you to step in before him.
“So that tiny fib about no rules really was a big fib, huh?” You tease as you strip off the oversized tee shirt you were using as a coverup.
It takes him a moment to respond, he’s a little distracted by the sight of your body to have heard your teasing remark.
“I— uh, sorry?” He says, bashful smile on his face as he strips out of his own tank top, and approaches you with a flirty smile on his face.
He’s close enough to touch you, but he doesn’t, and that makes your breath catch in your throat. He’s got a look on his face that you don’t recognize, and that bothers you a bit, but you brush it off.
You’re the first to run away and plunge into the deep end of the pool, your ears filling with the roaring sound of your body splitting the previously still water. Before you even have the chance to notice the cool water causing goosebumps to rise on your skin, Johnny’s jumping in after you, sending suffocating waves in your direction.
You squeal again, swatting the water towards him when he resurfaces, and running away towards the shallow end so you can stand on your flat feet.
He follows you, of course he does, and soon enough he’s standing in front of you with his whole upper body exposed above the water. You aren’t sure how you’ve never taken long enough to notice his height before, but it’s definitely on your radar now.
“Hey.” He smiles down at you, droplets of water dripping down from where they had collected on the end of his long dark hair.
“Hi,” you whisper up at him. The tension from before is here again as you stare up at him. Like before, he’s close enough to touch you, and you desperately want to feel his hands on your waist, but he doesn’t. Too afraid of what this would mean, of where you are now and where things may be going.
Fuck, you think, you might like Johnny.
You’re a simple girl with simple emotions and simple responses to those emotions. So what do you do at this realization?
Well, you splash him right in his stupid handsome face, of course.
He retaliates almost immediately by stepping back and splashing you with far more aggression than you did with him.
“Hey, you’re not playing fair!” You scream as you swat blindly at the water, too afraid to open your eyes and get water in them. You’ve already got a mouth full of chlorine from the laughing you’re doing, you don’t want the stinging feeling in your eyes too.
“You started it!” He shouts from the other side of the pool, not letting up, even for a moment, for you to breathe.
“Truce! Truce!” You call out over the noise, stumbling over your own feet below the water, gently floating back until your upper back is resting against the cold and hard concrete edge of the pool.
He begins to laugh when he sees your panicked face, moving in closer to you to tease you up close.
“Man, you fucking destroyed me. How can someone be good at splashing water?” You exclaim, defeated.
A smile is still on his face as he slowly takes a couple extra steps into your space.
“Tennis, baby.” He says, exaggerating his point by mimicking a down swing, hand dipping below the water and splashing up at you again.
You let out a screech, “I called a truce!”
He just chuckles, hands coming up in defense as he steps in closer with a playful look on his face. His eyes dip down to the cleavage exposed by your bikini top, only for a moment, before flicking up to look into your (still panicked) eyes.
He doesn’t say anything as he reaches his destination, toes almost touching below the water. His hands come up on either side of you to rest on the edge of the pool, your faces nearly inches apart. If the cold water of the pool hadn’t cooled you off so much, you’d be blushing like crazy. Your heartbeat does pick up again as he looks down at you.
Is he about to kiss you? He looks like he wants to, and you aren’t sure if you’d have the willpower to stop him if he tried.
Jaehyun crosses your mind at that moment. Sure, you aren’t official, but you think you'd like to be. How would he feel knowing you’re having a late night crime date with the wealthy son of your boss?
With the unmistakable look of want that flashes across Johnny’s eyes, you feel yourself begin to crumble. If you had wanted your brain to go back to Jaehyun in this moment you aren’t sure you’d be able to, too entranced under Johnny's spell. How can you still smell his woody cologne even after he got wet? Maybe that’s just his natural scent. The prospect of that being true sparks a fire of desire in your belly.
He’s leaning in now, figuring he had given you enough opportunities to push him off and away from you.
Of course, as if the universe is sending you a message, you hear another voice pierce through and pop the bubble you’ve created with Johnny.
“Hey, what’s going on in there!”
—
You haven’t been able to get last night off your mind, pulling all of your best distraction techniques out.
You tried to speak to Doyoung, but he had told you that your credits for emotional support friend had run out for the month, so that was a bust. You had tried to focus on work, but today was slow with the weekend just around the corner. You had even resorted to scrolling on Instagram, but then an ad for a pool cleaning company had come up, and your brain went straight back to the almost-kiss that you and Johnny nearly shared.
You hadn’t tried one thing though, but you think it would be a pretty shitty method.
Fuck it, you think, Johnny had left you wanting the company of a warm body and you know just the person to text.
Y/N: hey
Y/N: its been a min
You sit anxiously, biting at your freshly done manicure. This was one way to get your mind off of him, overwhelming anxiety and anticipation.
Jaehyun: ik lol sorry. u kno how work gets
Thank God, you think as you type out your next message.
Y/N: can i come over tn? i wanna hang out.
He responds almost immediately. He knew exactly what you were asking him for.
Jaehyun: ya. see u then ;)
Having the plans solidified with Jaehyun doesn’t feel the way you had originally thought they would, a sneaking feeling of guilt coming up over you.
What’s gotten into you? It’s almost as if you’ve forgotten who you’re pursuing.
It’s still Jaehyun, right?
It must be, since he’s the guy who you’ve been going out with for weeks, and have cried endless tears over. Johnny is just a friend. A friend who almost kissed you last night, but ultimately just a friend. You shouldn’t feel guilty for continuing to pursue Jaehyun, he’s the guy you want.
At least that’s what you tell yourself.
—
The sky is dark when you finally pull up to parallel park in front of Jaehyun’s house. You’re nervous for some reason, your palms slick against your steering wheel. It’s even more embarrassing that you didn’t have time after work to change, so you’re sitting in your usual white tennis skirt and club branded polo shirt.
You can hear shouts when you first approach the door, the noise startling you so bad you question if going inside is even the right choice. You decide the best call is to just text him that you’ve arrived.
Almost immediately after you hit send, you hear a loud hushing sound and a voice whisper-shout, “Shut the fuck up! Haechan, shut the fuck up. I have someone at the door.” and then a chorus of teasing “ooh”’s from the other voices.
It makes you smile at the boyish charm of Jaehyun caring, and that’s how he finds you when he opens the door. He’s barefoot and wearing grey sweatpants and a white tee shirt with a stretched out neckline from years of wear. His hair is wet, and his eyes are drooping like he had been smoking.
“Hey, babe.” He says and invites you into the now quiet home. You follow him down the dark hallway until you finally see on your left is a living room full of 6 men, all splayed out on different mismatched pieces of furniture, some MMA fight playing on the TV. The stale scent of marijuana lingers in the air, reinforced by the big blue and green water marble design bong on the coffee table.
“We’ll be in my room.” Jaehyun addresses the crowd, and a loud response of ooh’s and laughter get thrown in your direction. Jaehyun pushes you gently towards the hallway to the right of you, and you hear snickering from Jaehyun and more hushed whispers.
“Ignore them, they’re fucking weird.” Jaehyun whispers in your ear from behind. You can’t help but agree, but wonder if he has the self awareness to know that he’s acting just as weird as they are.
His room looks exactly how you expected it to, with a king sized mattress sitting atop a tall box spring on the floor directly adjacent to the door, a dresser across from the bed with some Netflix show quietly playing on the large TV. There’s purple LED lights stuck unevenly to the perimeter of the walls.
From the moment that the door is shut and locked, his hands are low on your hips. Your heartbeat picks up in speed at the contact, turning around to face him.
“Hi.” He says, smug smile on his face as he leans down to kiss you. It’s a gentle peck, and it makes a blush creep up and land on your cheeks. You hope the dim lighting hides your color.
“Hey, it’s been a while huh?” You jab, hands coming up to rest the palms of your hands against his firm pecs. You can feel his heartbeat through your left hand, it’s steady and slow cadence contrasting to your fast and hard heartbeat.
He raises one eyebrow at you, his hand trailing down to grab at your ass, “Come on baby,” he growls out before nudging his way into your neck to press a warm kiss to the space next to your carotid artery. “Don’t be like that. You know I’m busy.”
You melt at the feeling of his tongue poking out and licking a small stripe up your neck, sucking in the skin immediately after.
Confusingly, Johnny crosses your mind, and the idea of him seeing you with a hickey on your neck embarrasses you so bad that you tell Jaehyun not to mark you.
“Boring, but okay.” Is all he says before grabbing you by your hand and leading you to lie down on his bed.
You’re putty in his hands the moment he has you both naked. His skillful hands, mouth, and dick take you down like you’ve never been taken before. You’ve never moaned that loud or experienced such pleasure at the hands of a man. It’s so good, it makes you wonder why you didn’t do this earlier, but then you remember that he’s never invited you over before.
He’s never wanted you here before now. That must mean something, right? That he waited until after you had already gotten to know one another before having sex with you?
That means he likes you and wants to take you seriously, right?
In the afterglow of your orgasm, your head lies uncomfortably on Jaehyun’s bare chest. You make quiet and unfamiliar chit chat with Jaehyun until you’ve both caught your breaths.
Although you just had the best orgasm of your life, the post-nut clarity is hitting you like a bus, his hands feeling too foreign around your body, now suddenly hyper aware of the smeared remains of cum on your back drying down.
“Hey, uh, I hate to be that guy but I have a really early meeting at work tomorrow so,” he says, cold hands tucking your hair behind your ear.
“Oh,” is all you say, suddenly feeling far too embarrassed of your naked body in front of the man, “do you want me to leave?”
He just frowns and takes a moment to read the look between your eyes before sighing loudly and looking away, his focus now taken by Money Heist playing on the TV near the foot of his bed.
“I don’t want you to leave,” he lies and you can see right through it with the way his arms are slowly letting go of you, and how he won’t look you in the eyes.
“I just have work, baby. You get it right?” He says, and you have no choice but to nod silently, ignoring the deep sting in your chest and the tightness in your throat. It’s odd that although the one thing you want to do is run, him asking you to leave makes it hurt.
You get dressed quickly and awkwardly as he lies on the bed, fishing a vape out from his bedside table drawer and taking a few big hits, eyes staring straight ahead at the TV.
“I’m gonna go now.” You whisper, one hand on the door in a silent beg that he would hurry up and get dressed to walk you to the door.
He looks over at you, charming smile on his face as he sits up and awkwardly crawls across his bed to sit on the edge in front of you, his soft dick on display. You’d find him pathetic if you weren’t under him five minutes ago.
He leans in and places a hard and emotionless kiss to your lips. His kisses now feel nothing like they did earlier today, and you wonder if post-nut clarity could really be this powerful.
“I’ll see you.” He says, eyes scanning your body up and down.
You roll your eyes the moment you’re not facing him, and walk straight out his front door, ignoring the whoops and hollers from his roommates who definitely heard you and Jaehyun.
None of them seem to mind that you’re unaccompanied, or as if they were expecting anything different. Then again, why should they care? Jaehyun never introduced you to them.
When you finally slide into the drivers side of your car, and your cold and wet panties make uncomfortable contact with the inside of your upper left thigh, the sensation alone is enough to make you burst into hot tears.
Later that evening when you’re lying in bed after a long, hot shower and a motivational phone call with Yerim, you send him a text.
Y/N: we shouldn’t see each other anymore.
Read: 2:46AM
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Johnny finds you the next day crouching behind the bar with your forehead in your hands. You didn’t get nearly enough sleep last night, and you’re feeling hungover after the whirlwind of confusing emotions you’ve felt over the last couple of days.
“Tough shift?” He says, eyes glimmering with amusement as he looks down at you hiding behind the bar.
“The worst.” You say, standing up straight and grabbing a glass to make him his usual drink.
“Wait,” he says, hand grabbing your wrist as you go to pour the soda in the iced glass.
“I have something that might chill you out. Wanna join me when your shift is up?” He says and you smile, reading right through his invitation and nodding with an appreciative smile on your face.
The “thing”, of course, is a perfectly rolled joint. You can’t help yourself but smile at his playful look as he presents it to you as you both sit in the front seat of some random golf cart overlooking the sunset as it falls down over the man-made lake that is central to the entire property.
He sparks it up for you in the way only a gentleman does, laughing at your antics when you pinch your fingers in a silly way to urge him to pass the joint onto you.
After a couple of passes back and forth in silence, only the whooshing sound of the breeze and the occasional tapping sound in the background as golfers across the way tee off, Johnny opens the conversation.
“So, miss Y/N,” you ignore the butterflies that erupt when he says your name in that way, “what made today so difficult?”
Ah, that. Your fuzzy brain thinks. You aren’t quite sure yet if you’re ready to divulge the details of your failed fling to your blooming crush, but you know what they say, intoxicated words are sober thoughts. And he’s right here offering to listen in a way that your friends are too fed up with you to listen to anymore, so you decide to tell him.
“I broke things off with a guy I’ve been seeing for a while.” You decide to keep it short and leave out all the embarrassing details.
“Ah,” he says as he stretches out, his arm coming to rest on the seat back behind you, deciding to let the joint die out. His arm is not around your shoulder, but a part of you really wishes it was.
“He sounds like an idiot.” He says, eyes drooping as he gives you a silly high smile.
You scoff, “He’s not an idiot for not wanting me.” He’s an idiot for other reasons, but you aren’t willing to share that just yet.
Johnny looks away from you and back out to the sunset, “Nah, he really really is. You’re a catch.”
The butterflies in your belly erupt as you swallow, staring at the side of his face with no thoughts of what to say next crossing your mind.
“Thanks.” Is what you finally croak out, reaching for the dead joint sitting on the short dashboard in front of you. When you lean back to light the joint, there’s something blocking your back from hitting the seat.
You look over at Johnny, your shoulders brushing his elbow and forearm from behind you. He smirks and gives you a side eye before snaking his arm up so that it rests across your shoulder. You don’t say anything at the new warmth and weight of his arm on you, so you just smile into the joint as you bring the lighter up to the end.
Johnny clearly isn’t reconciled with your conversation, so he continues with his compliments. He's hoping with everything in him that you pick up on his hints so he doesn’t need to continue to be so bold.
“You deserve a guy that’s gonna stick around.” He says, grabbing the newly lit joint from your fingers.
You scoff once more, scooting over to be a little closer to him on the seat as he takes a long drag, letting the slight spring breeze carry the smoke away out of his lips as he exhales.
“Try just a guy to stick.” You say with a dry chuckle, “we weren’t even official.”
Johnny hums and nods his head in understanding, passing the joint back to you.
“You fuck him?” He asks, and you choke on your hit. Coughing out the smoke in an unattractive spittle.
“What did you say?” You ask, now facing Johnny fully in the seat, staring between his pink and spacey eyes.
“I asked if you had slept with him.” Johnny nods, speaking slower than before. He looks as if this comment is no big deal to him, like this is casual conversation between you two.
Before you even think about it, you feel the flirty words leave your lips, “And if I did?”
His eyebrows raise as he grins at you, suppressing a laugh. He had gotten exactly what he wanted, “Was it good?”
You break eye contact this time, looking over the lake, “Maybe.” You shrug.
“See that explains why a stunning girl like you would stay with a loser like him.”
You say nothing in response, choosing to stare ahead at the golfers across the lake, the oldest gentleman of the pack teeing up his very poor shot.
Johnny takes a pause before speaking an unwelcome comment, “You need a guy that’ll stick around and dick you down.”
You scoff out another laugh, looking at him again with a disbelieving stare.
“Oh yeah? Where would I find that.” You spit the last word with bitterness, head falling to look at the hangnail you had been picking at between passes of the joint.
“Here, actually.” You stare at him in shock before he clarifies further,
“Like... me. I’m offering myself up. Only if you want, I mean.”
It takes you a minute to process what he says before it finally hits you, and it hits you hard.
You’re usually the overthinking type, if that wasn’t obvious enough, but for the first time in your life you decide to finally make an impulsive decision. You owe it to yourself and your vagina, you figure.
When your lips hit his, it takes him a moment to process what you had just done, but soon enough he’s kissing you back with a passion that makes you moan embarrassingly against his lips. He’s a soft, yet passionate kisser, allowing you to show him the ropes before taking the lead and kissing you exactly how he likes.
He’s also a surprisingly dry kisser, choosing to wait longer than you usually would to use his tongue on you. Even after a couple of flirty swipes of your tongue across his bottom lip he doesn’t give in, choosing to show you his softer side first with the slow and meaningful passes of his lips over yours.
It’s like a switch gets flipped when he does finally decide to allow your tongue to enter his mouth. He grabs you instantly by the back of your neck and waist, and pull you closer into him as your tongues dance. You moan, feeling like putty already in his hold. You’re far too overwhelmed by the feeling of the best kiss you’ve ever been given to be even tempted to touch him yet, your hands sitting prettily around his neck, allowing the pressure and the closeness to be decided by him.
His hands fumble a moment before they find your hips, moving gently over your ass to grab a hold of the back of your upper thighs to situate you on his lap. The change in position gives you an opportunity to lean back and steal a look at the man beneath you.
When you had first met Johnny you had initially only recognized his handsomeness and not much else. That’s how it began, attraction and nothing more. Overtime, however, you’ve gotten to actually know more about Johnny than his regular drink order at the bar, and what began as a simple attraction slowly grew into genuine interest. So by being here, in the lap of the man that you’re interested in, aren’t you repeating same old mistakes?
Are you repeating the same mistakes you made with Jaehyun?
“Baby,” Johnny says, reading your expression after you had stared at him for a little too long.
You hum in response, still a bit caught up in your head.
“I’m not just trying to hook up here. Do you know that?” He says, hands leaving your ass to rest gently on your waist. You frown in response, shaking your head ‘no’ to his question.
“I told you before, you need a guy who can dick you down and stick around. I wanna stick around.” He says, an embarrassed smile resting on his pink cheeks.
“What?” You say in response, and he just lets his head fall back against the seat in frustration.
“I like you, okay?” Your jaw drops, “and I also want to fuck you right now. So can we do that?” You laugh in response, fingers threading to hold him by the back of his neck, leaning him slightly into you.
“We can definitely go do that.” You giggle and he quickly smiles, leaning up to press a quick peck to your lips before swiftly (and awkwardly) moving you off of him so he can start up the golf cart and drive you both, as quickly as possible, back to the lobby of the country club.
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Johnny doesn't give you long to take in the sight of his luxury apartment before his lips are on yours again. He has the same passion from before, but slightly elevated. Like he had worked himself up on the drive over.
When he picks you up, and tosses you lightly down on his plush leather sofa, you notice something. The absence of purple lights. When Johnny later picks you up and carries you to his bedroom, you make another note. A bed with a bed frame and headboard.
When you both reach your peaks of pleasure, you don't feel regretful and dirty, you feel alive. When you step into the granite tiled shower, you don't feel gross, you feel giddy when he joins you. When you fall asleep with your head on his chest, you don't dream of Jaehyun, you see flashes of Johnny.
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The next morning when Johnny walks you out to your car, kisses you on the forehead, and tells you to text him when you get home, an unmistakable feeling washes over you.
The overwhelming feeling of something very big, and important beginning.
Jaehyun’s reaction to finding out about Johnny and Y/N
a/n: sorry there’s no actual smut, I decided at the last minute to drop both sex scenes for the overall plot and flow. if you’d like me to post the sex scenes as one shots lmk and I’ll get on it! Feedback is always welcomed and appreciated :)
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A/N: so short help , also didn’t know what song to put so here u go xx
Summary: after drunkenly calling matt for a booty call, old feelings come back
Warnings: mentions of alcohol, kissing, profanity?? I think that’s all lmao.
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Squinting and looking next to me, I see Matt, shirtless and half-buried in his pillow beside me. his face is facing my way and he looks as peaceful as ever, his body moving up and down with his breaths. I sigh, lie back down, and grab my phone from the nightstand. I open Snapchat, scrolling through my conversation with Matt.
I ended our “no label” relationship a few days ago because he essentially still wanted to fuck around with other people, and i didn’t wanna get attached. Allas, last night, fueled by alcohol, I made the questionable choice to message and link him.
Embarrassed by my messages, I scrunch my face until i suddenly feel his arms pull me closer, his tatted arm wrapping around my waist. "Hey," he mumbles deeply, his morning voice making him impossibly more attractive and his breath on my neck sent chills down my spine . "Hi," I reply in a hushed tone.
After a brief pause, I decide to address the situation. "Matt, about last night..." I start, until i feel him kiss the back of my neck. "Mm," he mumbles back, lips trailing towards my shoulder and up to my neck. "This was a mistake," I say softly, still in his embrace.
A pause follows. "You always look so good in my clothes," he notes, only now do i realize i’m in his tee, looking down i see his hands toying with the hem of the shirt. "Matt, I'm serious," I assert, my tone rising. "Don't think you mean that, baby," he lowly replies, pulling away. I face him, confused. "What?"
"Do you not remember what you said last night?" he asks, eyes scanning mine. I groan, covering my face with both of my hands. "You told me you loved me."
"I was really drunk." i reply, feeling my face turn red. The truth is I actually did find myself falling in love with Matt, and that’s exactly why I called it quits - I didn’t wanna get hurt. He presses, "Did you mean it?" I sit up, meeting his gaze. "No," I lie. He looks away, making it awkward. "I mean, we were just fucking around, right?" I continue, taking a dig at him. He shrugs.
I stand up, "I'm gonna go home," I say, slipping my shoes on. I quickly realize I didn't drive here last night and blew my money on drinks, leaving me without an Uber. Frustration hits. I glance at Matt; he stands, grabs a hoodie, and snatches his keys without meeting my eyes. Following him, we hop into his car, a tense silence filling the ride. He didn’t even turn on the radio, making the car ride 10x more painful to be in.
After what feels like an eternity, we arrive at my house. "Thanks," I mutter, turning to him. "It's fine," he replies, finally looking at me. Unbuckling my seatbelt, my gut urges me to speak in the moment.
"I lied," I blurt out. Matt furrows his eyebrows, moving closer, towering over me assertively. "fuck you mean you mean you lied?" he asks, and I feel nervousness at his growing anger.
"I do love you," I confess. Silence hangs. He stares at me, his eyes softening slightly, yet he remains silent. Panic sets in. This was a mistake, this shits way too corny. I reach for the door handle, stepping out of the car and walking towards my front door, searching for my keys in my bag. - suddenly, i hear matt’s car door open and slam. fuck.
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watch the clock.
pairings: masseur! jay x perverted female reader
genre: smut!
wc: 2.6k
warnings: unsafe work practice, jay breaks his work code, mention of blackmailing; you and jay agree to not tell on eachother, slightly exhibitionism, body hair mention(both you and jay have pubes lmfao), light praising, light oral, snowballing.
jay is the best candidate for this type of fic bc he’s great with his fingers—guitar—and he’s a people pleaser in MY opinion…
"sorry, we actually don't have any female staff in today." the blonde white lady behind the desk commented, her long acrylics clicking loudly on the keyboard. she looked up at you over her glasses, a thin—cat eye—shaped frame. "we only have jay in today, he's free." she finishes, her right hand coming to tuck the loose hair that missed her ponytail behind her pierced ear. "fuck." you whispered to yourself, hands on your hips.
you knew you should've checked in advance, but you never had any issues with your usual masseuse, rebecca. your shoulders were paining you, the pressure of your nine to five business job having the exact toll on your body like your friend said it would. "okay, that's fine. thank you." you responded, realizing how the front desk staff-worker sat, staring at you. "okay cool!" she responded, typing quickly.
"do you have insurance?" she asks, looking back up at you as you nod, pulling out the card that your mom gave to you early today from your back left pocket. the clerk gently pulls it from your grasp, scanning it on the machine in front of you. she slides it towards you, your eyes catching onto the unique design on her long, french tip nails, a large butterfly charm on the ring finger. "oh my god, your nails!" you comment, lifting her hand with your left. she doesn't shy from the contact, trusting you.
"oh my god thank you!" she responds in a higher pitched tone, her smile bright and friendly. "i literally went to my nail clerk with absolutely no clue of what to get, but she came up with this on the fly!" she finishes, her excitement contagious. "she picked nicely~." you responded, your head moving with dictation as you let her hand go. "it suits you well." you end, the clerks mouth dropping slightly. "thank you!" she happily accepted, you moved to pick your card up with your left hand, shoving it back in your pocket.
"i agree."
you hear a male voice behind you, so you turn to your left to see a male slightly towering over you.
oh, my god.
the mans skin was tanned a beautiful butterscotch shade, his eyes slightly hooded and striking. he had a firm jaw, dark brown hair, and a fit physique. he was absolutely handsome, dressed the same uniform as every other worker there; a simple white t-shirt and medical-wear like white pants. you recognized him, as you’d always catch a glimpse of him whenever you could, fighting the urge to sneak snapchat photos for your friends that begged for proof.
he smirked at you, his eyes scanning up and down your frame. "my god, you scared me." you spoke, trying to mask the way everyone here knew you had been checking him out in your moment of silence. "my apologies." he responds, his voice deep.
"so this is jay, the person i was telling you about,— what. —he’s the only one free for the rest of today, correct?" the front desk clerk interrupted, her chair turning to face jay as he nodded in response. you whipped your head towards her in shock, your braided hair conveniently falling to mask your shocked expression. “i could have you come to my room for a session right now, actually.” he states, looking between both you and his coworker.
the clerk fights the urge to laugh in your face at the way you froze, eyes on her. “no way” you mouthed out towards her quickly, her mind scrambling to keep the small talk going. "he'll be waiting for you in room number three," she started, jay taking the hint to walk past you two, turning left out of the office section in the clinic.
"girl." you started the moment he was out of earshot, the lady seated in front of you laughed, leaning back in her chair. "i know." she starts, her head shaking almost in disbelief as she bounced around in her chair. "you're telling me i have to get butt ass naked infront of that man?" your sentence breaks into a whisper, the clerk laughing louder at your continuation. "i hear this all the time." she comments, the work phone to her right ringing. "hold on-" she starts, her left index finger in the air as she picks up the phone, placing it by her right ear, held up by her shoulder. she pushes herself back in her rolling chair as she speaks to the person on the line. she shuffled through papers in a stack behind her, your eyes pulling away to falsely give her phone privacy.
out of the hallway came an east asian mother, dressed in a full black dress suit her son, about six or seven, walking past you. she had a soft, greeting smile on her face as you smiled back. "see you soon, take care!" the clerk yells towards her, the phone pulled away from her ear temporarily. "you too, thank you." the mother responds, walking past you as the clerk went back to her call. the mother holds the door open for her boy who jumps out, decked out in his little league soccer attire. when the door closes softly, you hear the phone click in front of you, so you turn your head.
"jays ready to see you. remember, room three." she reminds you again, her face almost apologetic as she smiles. "thank you." you huff out, both you and the woman sharing a smile one last time before you step around the counter to turn the corner, following jays previous steps. the hallway is wide and white, numbers listed on wooden boards screwed over the doors so the numbers faced you as you walked. odd numbers were on the left, even numbers were on the right. you found room number three, the door left slightly open, the lighting dark.
you leaned forward as you pushed the door open with your left hand. there in the right corner, close to the door was where you saw jay. his back was turned towards you as he set up his supplies. he had a white sheet over his right hand, oil and towels laid out on a small table beside the one you'd be lying on. "hi." you squeak out, embarrassed. he turns towards you over his right shoulder, smiling.
"hi, i'm jay." he introduces himself again, hoping it would calm your nerves.
it doesn't. but the attempt was nice.
"i'm y/n." you respond, smiling as naturally as you can. "are you okay with an oil massage or do you just want it bare?"
‘i want YOU bare, damn’ your inner monologue speaks, leaving you smiling to yourself.
"oil is fine." you respond, jay walking closer to you, the sheet from his arms now held tightly in his right hand. "once you've stripped-
you fight the urge to smile.
"-just let me know by yelling that you're ready." he finishes, holding the sheet out to you. "you can put your clothes on the bench at the bottom end of the table." he adds, you turn your head to look around the door, behind was the bench in question. "thank you." you responded, stepping back, pushing the door further as jay squeezed past you. he smelt great, the type of smell you'd want to chase.
whatever the cologne it was, it almost resembled liquor, rich and dark. you stepped into the room as jay disappeared the way you came. he didn't step far, his feet stopping a metre or so away. the door slowly closes behind you, leaving you alone with the light of a few candles and the smell of lavender.
you began to slowly undress, all you wore was a simple baby blue gym set; a pair of tights and a bra, a white shirt thrown over it. you kicked your nike sneakers off, dropping your tights and underwear. did i need to remove my underwear? you questioned, mind blanking from the change in your usual schedule. no, i have literally never had to take my underwear off with rebecca, so why would i need to now. you state to yourself harshly, shimmying them back up.
you quickly rip your shirt and sports bra off, aware of the long time you were taking. you tossed them on the bench haphazardly, quickly moving to climb on the table. it lightly squeaks at your added weight, making you slightly anxious with the reminder of who would step back in to see you. you laid on your back, throwing the sheet over your mostly nude body. "i'm ready!" you yell out as best you can, a few heard steps coming from outside before jay steps back in.
"i know having a male worker in this type of situation is daunting." he starts, stepping in as he gently closes the door behind him. he wanted to leave it open so you'd feel less threatened, but he noticed the way you looked past him into the hall the moment he stepped in. you looked back up at him, smiling softly. "it's okay." you lied, reassuring him, but he continues. "its okay to feel uncomfortable, i'll stop whenever you tell me to."
"thank you, i appreciate you saying that." you genuinely reply, jay walking closer, innocently checking your figure under the sheet. "can i get you to lay on your stomach instead of your back?" he questions, quickly reminding you that this is appointment was supposed to be for your back. "i can leave while you switch over." he comments, but you brush it off. "honestly it's fine, i might need your help for the sheet." you answer, jay walking to stand at the crown of your head. he lightly holds both corners of the sheet as best he can for you, innocently closing his eyes. you giggle at the action as you flip over slowly, fixing the sheet at your lower half as it follows your movements.
once you're on your back, jay stands there still, eyes closed. "i'm ready." you respond, holding your face up on your hands, outside of the donut ring provided. you feel him drop the sheet back down, stepping around you. "i might have to get on top of you for the massage, is that okay?" he asks, you almost wanna laugh. "sure." you respond, holding both your lips between your teeth to fight yourself from blushing.
"i can always massage you while standing at your head." he adds, but you reject it, saying it's fine.
you knew it was malpractice for him to straddle you in a massage, but you of course let it slide. he also knew you knew it was malpractice, as he was made aware you were a regular by the front desk.
you felt him get on the table by your calves, knee walking up until his groin tapped your behind, his left hand pulling at the sheet to lay it mid-back. he pushes your hair to the sides, splitting it down the middle. "oh sorry!" you remark, remembering you didn't put your hair up. "it's fine don't worry, i care more about your hair and the oil." he answers as he drops a bit of oil down your spine, a soft plastic bottle cap sound in your left ear as he begins to rub it in with his free hand, resting the bottle off to the side, somewhere out of your mental memory of the room.
i fucking wish my friend was here to see this you remark in your head, trying not to laugh. that is, until jay started to dig his thumbs up and across your shoulders, the action causing you to groan. he continues to massage into both shoulders before focusing on the left side, then right. he repeated the same movements on both shoulders, the pain so good.
as the minutes passed in the massage, you realized with each deep curl of his index fingers up your spine and down your shoulders, that jay would accidentally thrust against you, innocently and gently. he was doing his job well, and you loved him for it, but you couldn’t help but notice how he brushed over your ass lightly with each movement up your back. you didn’t mean to, but hell,
you couldn’t help it.
you looked into the distance, seeing if you could feel him out. once he settled in one spot, lightly touching your behind as he worked on the lower right side of your back, you could feel the light bulge of his junk, heavy. no fucking way you thought, your mouth dropping open in shock. you repeated the mantra in your head repeatedly as his hands slid over to your left side, kneading the flesh there.
"do you want me to massage anywhere else?" you heard him ask behind you, and you quickly agreed. "yes! my thighs~" you nearly sung out, jay hoping off from on top of you to switch his position. this time when he straddled you, his groin was rested at the top of your ass, warm. he pulled the sheet up, folding it right at the fold of where your ass began. he collected more oil on his hands, you spread your legs to accommodate his hands, shaking your ass in the air a little as you spoke to yourself, ignorant to how jay would feel. “maybe if i open my legs he'll fuck me” laughed to yourself aloud, kind of hoping he would overhear.
"what are you doing?" he asked, watching the small gap between your legs as you stilled your movements. "nothing, just making room." you answered, immediately dropping the joke in your head. "you know what kind of establishment this is, right." he responded, you laughed a bit at his response. "of course i do, masseur-gonna-catch-a-case-for-being-on-top-of-me-in-a-massage.” you answered, jay chuckling aloud at the call-out.
"you didn’t seem to bothered by it, miss-watches-me-everywhere-i-walk-with-her-eyes-fixated-on-my-groin." he rebuttled, mocking your tone as he massaged really close to the upper crease of your right thigh.
wow, was i that fucking obvious?
“i know you’re a regular, so the rules aren’t new to you." his hand slipping under the sheet as he spoke, his left thumb running under the line of your panty. his left hand moved up further, towards your groin. his middle finger slid between the folded skin that connected your thigh to your ass, slipping his finger underneath the fabric. “if i’m honest, i didn’t realize i was watching your dick that obviously.” you respond, frowning to yourself.
“its hard to miss,” he jokes, you roll your eyes “so i don’t blame you for watching.” jay moved his middle finger further, curling up under the line of your underwear and labia to push between them, massaging your clit with his oil coated finger.
"if anyone comes into this room right now, i'm out of my job." he admits, talking to you over his right shoulder. you assume he's just trying to comfort you, so you laugh, tapping his left ankle with your hand. "you would’ve been out of your job the moment i would’ve called you out for climbing on top of me." you teased, pushing your ass upward into his groin. jay laughed at the action, a swift open hand smack to your behind. “as if you have room to talk.” he shot back.
"so what's the plan here." you questioned, feeling jay get off you and the table. you begin to sit up, nearly forgetting you didn’t have anything on to cover your chest. jay immediately enters your personal space, his hands coming to your waist as you sat upright. you put your right hand on his chest, your left arm measly crossing over your chest to cover your nipples. "that we do whatever we want, as long as nothing leaves this room." he answers, face straight.
“are you blackmailing me right after you’re the one thats made it obvious you wanna fuck me?" you ask, his face contorting slightly. "do you think i am?" he asks, his head tilting to the right. “do you wanna leave?" he honestly asks, words sincere. you look him up and down briefly, smirking. "absolutely not." you answer, the tension in the room cooling down with the mutual admission of attraction. “thank god.” he responds, relief washing over his face. you smiled as you removed your right hand from his chest to throw the sheet off the lower half of your body. your left hand fell to your side to hold you up on the table, breasts dropping free.
jay immediately takes the invitation, leaning in to kiss you gently, a contrast to the energy from before. his right hand comes up to knead your left breast, a sigh leaving your lips as you throw your hair over your shoulder with both your hands. you bring them up to hold jays face, kissing him with the same passion. jay disconnects his lips from yours but hovers them, smiling. he peaks you one last time before pulling away, the cute gesture doesn't go unnoticed.
"i've never fucked a client before, you know that?" he starts, putting both his hands on each of your knees, pulling them apart. "i’d love to believe it." you responded, scooting back a bit to lift your right leg up yo place your foot on the table, giving jay a show. "i promise, i’m usually not this type of person." he responds softly, his left hand running down your inner right thigh to lightly pick at the seam of your underwear. "you don’t have to convince me of anything, just get to it." you joke back, the two of you laughing as he slipped his thumb up to find your clit again, trapped under the fabric. "for me to ‘get to it’, you’d need to take these off." he orders, pulling his hand away completely, looking up at you. "do it for me." you respond, a surprised smile on his face.
you lifted your hips as he hooked his fingers under your underwear waistband on either side of your hips. you put your right leg down from its previous angle to assist him, your hands holding you up as you balanced slightly. he slipped them down your legs with urgency, letting them drop on the floor before he forced your legs open again. you nearly fell back on the table, so you turned your body to lay on the massage table properly, jay following your legs as you shifted. once you were situated, jay hopped onto the table with you, spreading your legs embarrassingly wide. you hadn't shaved in a bit, a light bush of hair. you were immediately worried about his reaction, as most men hated hair.
but he was fine. he kinda liked it, truthfully. his right hand came to cup the top of your vagina, his thumb rubbing up and down your clit before rolling it harshly, oil working as lube. you hiked yourself up on your elbows, watching him. "god you're so sexy." he compliments, your body hair not interrupting him. you blush at the compliment, embarrassed. "if i fucked you right now, anyone could walk in." he states, looking up at you with a cold expression. you looked at the door briefly before looking at him, slowly becoming more aroused with the continuous rubbing of your clit.
"no one would even know you're here." he stated, looking at the clock you never noticed by the door. "it's lunchtime, tracy is definitely out, and when she's back, i'm sure she'll assume no one's here in this room anymore."
“whos tracy?” you question, he smiles in return. “front desk.” he hints and you immediately fall worried, looking at the door frantically. "relax." he states, as if he hadn’t rile you up in the first place. "we'll be done long before any other appointments start.. hopefully." he teases, sliding down on the table. your head runs with scenarios as you watch the clock.
twelve fifty four. isn’t that a little late for lunch break? when does their lunch usually end? two pm?
you're too distracted to realize jay had now shuffled off the massage table to loosen his pants and drop his underwear. "y/n."
you look back at him, shocked to see his length out, hard.
he has public hair as well, a lightly trimmed bush at the base of his dick. the skintone of his shaft matched the rest of his skin well, slightly darker at the base and tip. he lets you scan his dick as he knees back onto the table, moving to sit with his legs hanging off the sides like yours. he scooted him up until his balls touched the skin between your ass and vagina, his length standing tall. you sat up to greet him, bringing your legs up so your feet are planted on either side of his waist. "your dick is so pretty." you compliment, jay bringing his hands to the back of your thighs. "thank you." he laughs, smiling at you, blushed. he lifts your legs by their undersides, giving himself a better view.
you feel him bring his right hand off the back of your thigh to tap against your clit once, twice. he hacks out some spit, dropping it on your vagina before using his index and middle finger to smear it across your labia. "oh you're nasty~" you tease, and you hear him chuckle lightly. "we don't have unlimited time, i have to be." he answers, and you eye the clock again. he goes to jump off the bed in urgency, standing. "get up and lean over." he orders, so you do. you hop off, thanking yourself for wearing socks. jay manhandles you slightly the moment you stand, turning you to face the wall. he pushes your back down with his right before he shoved himself inside you with his left hand.
you moan at the intrusion, remembering he doesn't have a condom. "what about-" "-forget it." he interrupts you, his hands coming to your waist to pull you back as he thrusts forward once. your body jiggles with the force, moaning loudly. your breasts move with each rough thrust, his grip on your waist firm. the smacking of your skin hitting his radiated through the room, your grip on the other side of the table keeping you steady.
"what if someone hears us." you moan through each quick slam of his hips against yours. he pauses, slowing down. he buries himself deep before wiggling his hips a bit. you moan at the action, your mouth hanging open, eyes shut. he goes to pull out, stepping back as you look back at him over your left.
"get up on that side." jay starts, his head jerking to the left side of the table. you walk to sit at the edge, the male following close behind. the moment you step up, he reaches under the table, whatever he does jerking you down lower; once, twice. you assume he was messing with a lever, so you sit back, legs lazily spread as he went to stand in front of you at the edge of the bed. he grabbed himself with his right hand, his left placed on the inner side of your left thigh, his thumb rubbing in comforting circles.
he pushes himself in again, this time slower. he rolls his hips, bringing shirt up his stomach with his right hand to bite on the fabric, focused on the way he slid in and out of you slowly. "christ jay.." you moaned, your elbows barely holding you up. he brings his right thumb up to roll your clit once again, in time with his slow, sensual thrusts. you fell on your back exhausted, jay's left hand still kneading your right inner thigh, admiring you.
jay moans to himself, his shirt lightly soiling from the spit collecting in his mouth. he removed both his hands from your body to hike his shirt up, off his shoulders, tosing it to the ground by the door. it was almost hilarious how the both of you were completely naked aside from the socks, but you were too preoccupied to care. jay's right thumb resumed its duties rubbing your clit, as his left hand came to spank your inner thigh.
your leg jolted at the action, your right leg coming to his side more. he grabbed your thigh from underneath, pulling your body forward slightly as he angled your leg to hang over his left shoulder. he removed his other hand to grab onto your waist, speeding up. "fuck," you moaned, your head angling upwards, ecstasy written all over your face. your hands gripped either side of the table, the only thing preventing you from you shifting upwards with each powerful thrust.
you could tell jay was close, the way his thrusts became more erratic. you were close too, but not as far as he was, so you hoped you'd catch up before he stopped. his breathing was heavy, sweat collecting on his forehead. he bit onto his bottom lip tightly, teeth marks impeded in the soft skin. he wasn't focusing on you at all, only working for his orgasm. you knew it too but it still disappointed you when he stilled, cumming inside of you in spurts.
you were almost embarrassed by it. i'm fucked out in the open at some physical therapy building and i don't even get off.
you were prepared to get up when jay slowly pulled out of you. but he continues to holds your legs open with both his hands, his thumbs digging into the inner corners of your thighs, wrapping his lips around your clit. he cupped his tongue to vibrate against you clit before sucking harshly, a loud, wet noise filling the room.
your moan is pornographic, head falling to the right. your left hand comes to fist at his hair lightly, the silky locks running through your fingers like water. "jay~" you moan out lightly, the noise from between your legs drowning you out in volume. he begins to lightly shake his head side to side quickly, sucking once again. the sound is messy and loud, your eyes practically glued shut. you were getting close, and fast, him moving his bottom lip up and down to change how strong the sucking on your clit was. he brought his right hand off your thigh to push his middle finger in, fucking you with his cum.
"jesus christ." you moaned out, your hands coming to cover your mouth, overlapping. “mmmhh." you moaned out, jay smiling briefly between his sucking as he added his ring finger, fucking both fingers in and out of you eagerly.
he would momentarily stop sucking your clit to give himself breaks, curling his fingers upward almost in desperation. when his jaw would calm down in soreness, he was back at it again, slurping messily at your clit, his lips and chin glistening. you kept your hands over your mouth to stifle the sounds, biting at your own wrist whenever he hit the spot just right.
you only lasted an additional two minutes, a long drawn out moan leaving your lips as your hands fell from your mouth. your eyes teared up at the feeling, mouth gaping open. jay pulled his lips off your bud, looking up at you as you finally look back down at him, drained. you managed to hike yourself up, feeling the mixture of cum slowly pool out of you, his fingers still inside.
"my god, he's hot and the dick is fire." you jokingly compliment, still feeling a little lightheaded. jay pulls his fingers out slightly as he laughs in response. a mixture of his and your cum pool out, at the top of his palm. he shoves both of them into his mouth sucking them clean, his eyes on you. your mouth drops as he steps closer to you, his left hand reaching out to beckon you off the table. you do, trying to ignore the way cum drips down the inner side of your thighs before he grabs your face gently, nodding upwards once. you assume he wants you to open your mouth so you do, and he holds your face below his to spit the cum mixture, alongside his spit, into your mouth. you immediately swallow, though it's slimy and warm, aroused amusement on jays face.
"good girl." he jokes, you both cringing. you look down at your thighs, angling your left leg to watch the slightly milky liquid smeared against your skin. "lets get you cleaned up." jay starts, walking over to the table he was setting up before when you had first stepped in. he grabbed a towel, moving to wipe off the oil on your back that you didn't remember was there, pushing your hair to the side lightly. he lets you sit down as he spreads your legs gently, wiping the cum and oil off the backs and insides of your thighs. after he’s finished, you scooted up to sit down properly, jay dropping the towel on the floor to walk over to the bench; handing you your clothes.
he locked eyes with you as you pulled your clothes out of his grip, smiling.
“same time next week?”
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Something in the Way She Moves
A/N: Happy happy Day 5 of @sjmromanceweek! Today's theme is Feelings Realization, and we're back on our Nessian fluff :) Hope everyone enjoys, and if you need a visual reference, this is the group dance I imagined and this is the solo dance I imagined.
“What time again?”
Nesta sighs softly, stuffing her things into her bag, but Cassian knows the sound is fond, knows the sound like the back of his hand from how many times he’s heard it; the sound practically just for him. “I told you that you don’t have to come tonight.”
“And I told you that I have to support my best friend,” Cassian reminds her, standing up and slinging his bag over his shoulder.
“You’re not exactly the dance recital type,” Nesta points out, her eyes narrowed as she slips her own bag onto her shoulder.
“I’m the Nesta Archeron type,” Cassian shoots back, following behind Nesta to the door before the words register in his mind. “Wait… that came out wrong.”
Nesta rolls her eyes with fond exasperation. “You’re insufferable.”
“Plus,” Cassian continues like she didn’t speak, knocking his arm against hers. “Maybe you can introduce me to one of your hot dancer friends.”
“As if I’d ever make one of my friends put up with you.”
“Ha ha, very funny,” Cassian drawls sarcastically, finding it hard to be too offended with the way Nesta’s blue eyes light up in amusement at the jab, at the way her lips tick up in a smile. “So what time? Seriously.”
“The show starts at 7:00, doors open at 6:30.”
“So get there at 6:00 so I can get front row?”
~ * * * ~
There’s more people mingling outside the doors to the auditorium than Cassian expected when he arrives. He carefully meanders around them all, getting as close to the doors as he can. When they finally open, he waits his turn to step inside, taking one of the programs from the volunteer with a quiet thanks. He’s unable to keep to his joke about being in the front row, but he snags a seat in the second row, opening the program and scanning until he finds Nesta’s name.
It looks like Nesta is doing a group number with some other women in the dance program early in the recital, then her solo performance near the end. With a small nod, he flips the pages until he finds Nesta’s little bio. It talks about how she’s been dancing since she was young, how her favorite style is contemporary, and she even thanks her various instructors at the university. Cassian digs out his phone, pulling up Snapchat and taking a photo of the bio.
No thanks for your best friend? After all my support? :( he adds to the photo before sending it to Nesta, knowing she’ll probably see it after the recital.
“Did you see that Nesta Archeron girl is dancing?” a voice draws Cassian’s attention.
He turns to find two guys sitting a few seats to his left. He’s pretty sure he recognizes one of them from his statistics class last semester, but it’s hard to be sure. With the way they’re both wearing university sweatshirts and snapbacks, Cassian is willing to bet they’re part of one of the fraternities.
“Dude, she was in my psych 101 lecture freshman year. She’s so hot. Maybe her outfit will be skimpy.”
The comment prickles along Cassian’s skin, and he can’t stop the annoyed scowl that settles across his face even if he wants to, his grip tightening on his program until the paper crinkles. Anger flares red hot through his veins, twisting and settling darkly in his gut. As if Nesta would ever give either of those guys the time of day. As if either of them could ever deserve or be good enough for someone like Nesta. She deserves someone who respects her at the very least, deserves someone who worships her properly if he’s being completely honest.
“Cassian. You made it.”
Snapping back to himself, Cassian turns to his right, watching as Elain slides into the seat beside him and Lucien takes the seat beside her.
“I’m sure Nesta would appreciate it,” Elain continues, flipping through her own program. “She’s always talking about you.”
Cassian preens at the remark, something warm starting to unfurl between his ribs at that knowledge, but before he can ask exactly what Nesta says about him, Elain starts chatting away about her classes, about Feyre filling out her university and art school applications, and soon the lights in the auditorium start to dim, signaling the start of the recital.
Cassian only half pays attention to the first dance, but luckily, after that, Nesta and some of the other dancers in her course are stepping onto the stage. She looks amazing in her all black costume, her hair styled down and around her face in soft golden curls, and Cassian’s smile only grows as she takes her place front and center.
The heavy bass of the song they’re dancing to starts to play through the speaker system, and Cassian can’t keep his eyes off her. Even when they shift into a different dance formation and Nesta is no longer front and center, his eyes track her. Tracks the way she cleanly and crisply dances to the beat of the song. Tracks the way her hair swings around. Tracks the way her arms and legs extend with each move. She makes it look so easy, so effortless, and all Cassian feels is awe. He's in awe of her.
Almost too soon the final notes of the song are ringing out and the dance is ending. Cassian’s more disappointed than he expected watching Nesta exit the stage. Already, he misses watching the way she moves, the way the music seems to flow through her. He opens the program still in his hand and starts counting down the numbers until it’s finally Nesta’s turn to return to the stage.
Nesta steps out alone the second time. She’s dressed in all black again, but it’s a simple black top and shorts. She sits down at the center of the stage, curling her knees up to her chest, and Cassian finds himself holding his breath. The music begins and so does Nesta’s dance. Cassian knows she choreographed it herself, knows that she’s spent hours in the studio and has even seen the occasional sequence from crashing her rehearsals, but seeing it all together how it’s meant to be? There are no words.
He’s entranced watching her. The story she’s created and woven together, the emotion pouring from every move, every spin, every leap, it’s ethereal. Cassian’s heart pounds in his chest, matching the beat of the song ringing out around him, set on becoming one with it until it’s his heartbeat that Nesta is dancing to. It’s so clear the way she feels the music, the way it’s so intrinsically entwined within her until it builds into this beautiful, expressive display. And maybe, just maybe, that music is etched into Cassian’s soul too, with the way it echoes and rises to meet her.
For a moment, he forgets that he’s in an auditorium full of people. For a moment, it’s just him and her and Nesta Nesta Nesta. Watching her dance. Watching her move. Watching her so in her element and captivating in this masterpiece she’s created. As the dance continues, pride and happiness swell so surely and suddenly between his ribs that Cassian swears they’re going to crack from the pressure.
She’s breathtaking.
She’s everything.
Too late, Cassian realizes the song and performance has ended and that everyone is applauding. He quickly hops to his feet to clap. Nesta stands back up and offers a small bow, and Cassian presses his fingers to his mouth, whistling loudly. Her gaze snaps to him at the sound, and the small, familiar smile that pulls across her face steals the air straight from Cassian’s lungs.
He barely registers the remaining dances of the recital. The image of Nesta up on the stage performing is forever seared into the back of his eyelids, the memory of it, of her and that damn smile just for him, already sinking its claws into his mind until all his attention and focus is drawn to it. His heart still continues to thump in his chest, every beat seeming to whisper her name, and the rectial’s program has been reduced to a crumbled mess between his nervous fingers.
It’s dangerous territory.
This is dangerous territory.
Cassian knows what this feeling is, recognizes that warmth in his veins, that dizziness in his head, that shake to his breath. But he refuses to acknowledge it, to name it, lest it truly become real and unavoidable. Instead, he swallows hard and pushes it down and away. He dutifully stands and claps when all the dancers step back out for a final bow. He follows Elain and Lucien out of the auditorium and into the foyer area. And he decidedly does not think about the feeling ballooning in his chest and threatening to burst.
“I’m going to run to the bathroom,” Elain tells him and Lucien once they’ve stepped off to the side near the hallway stretching back to the various dressing rooms. “Hopefully, I’m back before Nesta gets out.”
Elain stretches up on her toes to press a quick kiss to Lucien’s cheek, the redhead smiling softly down at her in response, and Cassian has to look away. He closes his eyes, and takes a deep, steadying breath, daring to send a silent prayer to any deity that might be listening that he can just make it through the rest of this evening without absolutely losing it. Or worse, doing something stupid.
“You made it.”
Cassian opens his eyes again to find Nesta standing in front of him. She’s changed into a pair of leggings and an oversized crewneck, her dance bag slung casually over her shoulder. She smiles up at him, her eyes a bright and clear shade of blue even under the harsh fluorescents overhead. There’s still a dusting of pink clinging beneath her skin from all the dancing, but it just brings out the smattering of freckles on the bridge of her nose. Cassian can’t look away from her.
“I promised I’d come and support you, didn’t I?” Cassian finally answers, thankful his voice at least sounds normal. “Your solo dance was amazing by the way.”
“Thanks,” Nesta breathes, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “I sort of messed up a bit in the middle, but I—”
“You couldn’t tell,” Cassian rushes to reassure her. “It was perfect.”
Nesta’s smile widens, and Cassian feels like he’s swallowed his tongue. He tries to fumble for something more to say, anything to say, but the only words that press against his throat, desperate to be blurted out, to confess, are all the wrong ones.
“Elain should only be another minute or two,” Lucien cuts in to the rescue. “Maybe we could all go to that twenty-four hour off Campus Drive? Get something to eat.”
“Actually, Balthazar asked me if I wanted to get dinner with him,” Nesta answers the redhead, although her eyes stay glued to Cassian. “Do you think I should go?”
Cassian knows the comment shouldn’t sting as much as it does, that he shouldn’t feel so betrayed, but it doesn’t stop the way the words spear through him anyways. Doesn’t stop his traitorous heart from twisting and squeezing. Doesn’t stop the way his stomach sinks.
“Well, do you like him?”
Nesta shrugs one shoulder. “He’s nice.”
“Then you should go out with him,” Cassian forces out, the words tasting bitter on his own tongue.
“I guess…” Nesta concedes, a frown tugging down her lips.
Cassian lets out a huff, his temper starting to flare at this whole conversation, this whole night. “Just tell me what answer you want to hear, Nesta, so I can say it, and we can move on.”
Nesta’s face drops in an instant, her eyes suddenly blazing. Her spine straightens like steel, hands gripping the strap of her dance bag tight enough that her knuckles turn white. “You’re a fucking idiot,” she spits, turning on her heel and stalking toward the building exit.
Cassian can do nothing but watch her walk away, blinking in shock. “What the fuck was that about?”
“You’re an idiot,” Lucien offers, shaking his head.
“Thanks for the insightful commentary, Vanserra,” Cassian scoffs, rolling his eyes.
“She wants you to ask her out.”
The words slam into Cassian hard enough it’s like a punch to the gut. He can do nothing but gape at Lucien, his mind trying to catch up and process what he just said. That can’t… could it? Cassian’s eyes dart back toward the doors Nesta just left through, hope threatening to flutter and bloom within him. He doesn’t offer an explanation or even a goodbye before he’s running through the doors as well. He steps out into the cool, night air, head whipping back and forth before he spots where Nesta is walking down the path toward the parking lot.
“Nes!” Cassian calls after her, running down the path. “Nesta, wait up!”
Nesta’s shoulders rise and fall with a sigh, but she at least stops, turning around to face. “What do you want, Cassian?”
Cassian catches up to her, taking a moment to catch his breath before squaring his shoulders. “You’re not going out with Balthazar.”
“What?” Nesta splutters, looking at him with wide eyes. “You can’t just—”
“You’re not going out with him,” Cassian repeats, cutting her off. “Because he doesn’t know that you cry every time you watch the movie Brave. Or that when you’ve had a long or a hard day, you like to watch Pride and Prejudice to feel better. He doesn’t know how your eyes always light up when you’re excited about something or that you get that cute little crease between your eyebrows when you’re annoyed. He doesn’t know that you’d do anything for your sisters. Doesn’t know what makes you laugh or that when you’re dancing, it’s when you feel the most free. He doesn’t know you, Nes, and he doesn’t… he doesn’t love you like I do.”
The confession hangs in the air between them, Cassian’s heart firmly lodged in his throat, in his hand outstretched toward her. He tries to count the seconds in his head, starts to wonder if he should backtrack, but then Nesta is moving. She steps closer, fisting her hands into his leather jacket and tugging at the same moment she presses up onto her toes. Their lips collide, and Cassian doesn’t even waste a second, bringing his hands up to cradle her face and kissing her back with everything he has.
When they finally pull apart, Nesta laughs, the sound bright and beautiful. Cassian’s answering grin is wide, and he drops his forehead to rest against hers. He keeps his arms tight around her, tucking that sound, tucking the warmth and happiness of this moment, of her, close to his heart.
“Took you long enough, you idiot.”
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Goodness Gracious Great Balls of Fire
summary: on a girls night out you meet someone unexpected
w/c: 1,708
warnings: mentions of cheating, alcohol consumption (drink responsibily), p in v sex, oral (f receiving), mentions of the word pussy and cock, taking a stranger home
a/n: so the bar mentioned here does actually exist, it's called Ballie Ballersons and they have locations in london and edinburgh and it's a lot of fun on a night out. we're also suspending disbelief and saying that there is no cost of living crisis and it's entirely capable for two people to rent a nice flat in central london and be able to y'know eat and go on nights out and stuff
(moodboard by me)
It hadn’t been your idea to go out tonight. You’d planned for a nice quiet evening on the sofa, the whole flat to yourself since Emma had gone to the fringe following some lad she’d met in a bar who she’d become besotted by.
You’d settled in and had been browsing for somewhere to order dinner from when the group chat light up and sent out the bat signal. Lucy’s awful boyfriend, who you’d never liked anyway, had dumped her over Snapchat as it turns out he’d been seeing someone else on the side the entire time. So you’d abandoned the sofa, got dressed according to what everyone else was wearing and jumped on a train.
Which is how you found yourself in a ballpit in a bar in Shoreditch. You’d all had neon face painting done when you arrived, matching of course, and someone had booked a VIP table which you were immensely grateful for, your shoes were cute, not practical and standing all night was not on your agenda. It wasn’t on anyone’s agenda really, especially since Denise had already pre booked an Uber home for everyone announcing to the group chat via voice message that the mission for tonight was to get as legless as possible as quickly as possible.
Some of the girls had all congregated together before coming out and done pres but you’d insisted on eating something first. There was no way you’d survive the night without lining your stomach first. The days of being able to go out drinking all day and all night and still show up for an 8:00am class were very much behind you now.
»»————- ♡ ————-««
As the DJ blasted out “Dancing Queen” you’d all ended up downing your drinks for a group selfie and dancing in the larger mirrored ball pit. It was turning into one of those nights where you hadn’t planned on being out but you knew it was a great decision to answer the call.
You were looking around for your group, trying to find someone and let them know you needed the loo when your cute, practical shoe stood on a rogue ball and you ended up laying flat on your back amongst the rest. It didn’t hurt and you were just laughing to yourself, of course you’d be the one who ended up falling over.
As you tried to right yourself you couldn’t quite get your footing, little bit tricky when you were tipsy in a ball pit. That’s when you saw a man’s hand being offered to you, you grabbed hood gratefully and felt yourself being pulled up. Once upright you came face to face with a boy your own age with unruly curly hair and honestly the brownest eyes you’d ever seen,
“Y’alright?” he asked smiling, “I saw you go down, figured you could use a hand”
“I’m good thanks, couldn’t quite get my footing under there” you laughed, he was cute so you figured there was no harm in flirting a little. Although you couldn’t quite place his accent, you’d ask about it later maybe if you remembered,
“It’s a bit tricky” he smiled back, “are you out by yourself?”
“There’s a group of us, somewhere” you scanned the ball pit and saw Jess at the far end chatting to one of the bouncers, “bit of a crisis in the group chat this evening so we all headed out” you we’re about to say something else when the boy spoke again,
“Can I buy you a drink?”
“Please”
“I’m not usually this forward, I just thought you were stunning and my mate kept telling me I should talk to you and stop being a wimp”
“Well then I guess it’s my lucky night”
You both introduced yourself, the boy’s name being Tom from Cornwall who was up in London staying with some friends for a while.
You left the ballpit, gesturing to Jess on the way out that you were with Tom so if anything went pear shaped at least you knew someone would be able to come and save you. Or if things went well that someone knew you were gone and who you were gone with.
»»————- ♡ ————-««
With the rest of the girls on the dance floor or in the ball ours the booth you’d booked was free for you and Tom to sit and chat and get to know one another. You talked about the usual things, where you lived, where you worked, where you went to school. Then previous relationships came up and you noticed Tom seemed to not be as comfortable,
“I’ve not really seen anyone in the last few years. It’s all been causal y’know” he said, “just feeling my way”
“Did something happen to you then?” you couldn’t help but ask, Tom seemed like a nice enough guy so you couldn’t imagine why it would be hard for him to find someone who wanted to be serious
“Yeah. Things ended with the girl I’d been with for three years, I loved her but she didn’t love me back” he said with a sad smile,
“That’s awful. Well, her loss is my gain” you grinned moving closer to him, “I mean, if you’re ok with running through London with a stranger”
“Shouldn’t that be my line?” Tom laughed, his hand on your arm now
“You don’t seem so strange to me” by this point you were practically sitting in his lap, Tom didn’t seem to mind and closed the space between you kissing you gently, “let me find someone and tell them I’m not getting in the Uber home”
“Sure. I’ll let my mates know the same thing”
You found Amy first by the bar and let her know you were heading out. She laughed and demanded you put all the details in the group chat the next morning. She also made sure you were planning on keeping your location on. Just in case.
—
You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been with someone where it felt this fun, like you weren’t worried about faking it to make it end quicker, telling the person you finished when you didn’t just so they’d leave.
Being with Tom felt like a whole new experience. He took his time to learn the curves of your body. Kissing his way across your chest, along your stomach, he spent what felt like an hour between your thighs, his tongue, his mouth, felt like heaven. It really seemed like he was the type of man who got off on getting his partner off.
Tom’s hands grabbed your hips as he practically ground your pussy into his face, his nose rubbing against your clit as he ate like a man sentenced to die would eat his last meal.
You knew he was bound to be hard, you’d felt it pressing against you while you’d gotten the tube home but he made no effort to relieve himself in any way. By the third time you’d cum from his mouth and fingers alone you wondered if he wasn’t in pain from denying himself relief all this time.
If you’d thought Tom’s skill began and ended with oral you’d have been sorely mistaken. After grabbing a condom from your bathroom he returned, oftentimes a man can look ridiculous standing bare with just a condom on but Tom didn’t seem to worry too much about how he looked.
When he sank into you it felt just as good if not better than when he was going down on you. A lot of men put stock in how big they are, exaggerating on their size and prowess but again all Tom seemed to be focused on was making you feel good.
The tip of his cock brushed against your g spot with every thrust. He laid kisses on every inch of you he could reach, it was almost like making love instead of just fucking. You could tell Tom was the sort of person who wanted to experience all kinds of intimacy and it was obvious in the way he paid attention to your needs, constantly asking if you were ok, if something felt good.
It was honestly one of the best experiences you’d ever had. Tom also made sure that you’d cum multiple times again before he finished inside the condom. It was something you’d never experienced with a partner, only by yourself.
Him coming back with a warm washcloth after he’d stripped the condom off in the bathroom was new as well. Honestly you couldn’t believe a boy like this was real.
»»————- ♡ ————-««
You woke the next morning and expected to feel someone else in the bed next to you but instead heard someone rustling about in the living room.
After throwing something on so you wouldn’t flash the neighbours you saw Tom looking around your living room for something,
“Lost something?” You asked, leaning against the doorway,
“Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you. I can’t find my train ticket, I was gonna wake you when I found it” Tom said, looking sheepish
“Oh. I mean. Yeah sure, but you know Uber eats delivers and I would murder an Egg and Bacon McMuffin. Unless you don’t want Maccas? We can go into town if you like” one the one hand you weren’t sure Tom would want to stay with you, he has told you last night he’d only been doing casual since his last relationship but last night felt … different so you kind of hoped he would.
“Into town?” Tom asked, confused.
“For breakfast” you smiled hopefully, you kind of hoped he was going to stay after all.
“Actually, I’d murder a bacon and egg muffin myself” he returned you smile you honestly felt your stomach flutter at the prospect,
“That’s what I hoped you’d say”
It left you both with around thirty minutes to kill while the driver picked up your food and brought it around. When the knock on the door did come you both had to do your best not to laugh while the driver handed the food off to Tom and pointedly looked everywhere but at the very shiny lower half of Tom’s face.
All in all a very successful night out but an even more successful morning after.
Gonna tag the Eddie girlies incase anyone is interested:
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Maybe Next Time
pairing: atsumu miya xfemreader+18 college AU
synopsis: your first (of many more to come) encounter with fuck-boy miya atsumu
warnings: unresolved sexual tension, drinking, profanity, fraternity houses
wordcount: 1.7k
a/n: this one had been sitting in my drafts for a long long time, probably almost 2 years tbh and its my first haikyuu fic period, but something that isn't complete smut and in a college au to satisfy my crush on fuck-boy atsumu.
You were annoyed, actually, you were pissed even as you ascended the stairs to the fraternity house two at a time. Not only did you have to bail on a date you had been looking forward to, but you also got a Snapchat message from one of your friends. The quick clip portrayed your younger sister, a FRESHMAN with a funnel slipped past her lips guzzling... What was that Jim Beam?
To top it off, she was wearing one of your dresses; one that you’ve been looking for, for weeks. Scoffing, you shoved your iPhone back into the pocket of your blazer jogging up the rest of the stairs. The crisp air of the evening nipped at the exposed skin of your legs, the fishnet thigh highs not giving much reprieve from the cold.
The low hum of music could be heard behind the thick wooden doors as you approached, the doors swinging open with two girls filing out in the direction of the parking lot. A lanky brunette stuck his head out after, his eyes trailing up and down your form before settling on the exposed cleavage visible from the low-cut crop top under your overall dress.
His lips quirked up at the corners of his mouth as he raised both eyebrows.
“What’s the password, beautiful?”
You crinkled your nose, affronted at the nickname before sighing.
“Password? Are you fucking kidding me?” you were already in a bad mood and your only priority at that point in time was to get your sister out of this clusterfuck of a party and get her back to her dorm.
He stepped into the open doorway and leaned against the door frame catching it with his elbow.
“No password, no entry.” a mirthful smile passed over his lips clearly amused, his eyelids drooping as he leered down at you. “I’ll settle for a kiss and let you pass.”
You pursed your lips together and shoved passed him intentionally throwing your elbow into his ribcage. “Move, dumbass.”
He doubled over as he stepped back inside, closing the door behind him.
As you stepped further into the humid building your gaze scanned over the open space filled with way too many people. It was humid, the music was loud, and a thick haze of smoke filled the much too cramped room.
Slowly you were able to maneuver your way through the thick crowd of partygoers, eyes filtering through the faces of patrons to see if you spotted Kaoru (your little sister). Forcing your way through a small group gathered near the kitchen, you were tempted to scream her name at the top of your lungs.
Irritation slowly seeped into your very being as you brought a hand up to fan yourself. The air was heavy, thick, and humid; the smell of weed and cigarettes made your stomach curl. Leaning against the kitchen island, you scoured the kitchen once again catching a glimpse of the back of a small female scurrying out of the back door. It was YOUR dress that she was wearing, and the same asymmetrical bob haircut that your sister had.
Scowling, you pushed yourself up on the island with the intent to slide over the countertop. Before you could hoist yourself up, a strong arm wrapped around your middle pulling you flush against the front of a firm body. It knocked the air from your lungs as you teetered planting your feet firmly on the floor in an effort to regain your footing.
“Hey!” you complained, snapping your head around to scrutinize whoever had prevented you from going after your sister. You were going to kill her. “Get off me!”
“Hang on there, pretty.” A husky voice reverberated from over your shoulder, causing the vibrations to thrum through your tense body. “Not many rules in this house, but not climbing on the furniture is definitely one of em’.”
The arm that was still in place around your waist loosened enough for you to turn to face the blonde who was standing uncomfortably close to you. Your breasts brushed against his hardened pecs causing your nipples to pebble at the friction.
The blonde wore a lazy smirk, an opened beer clutched in his right hand and his left finding purchase on the end of the island as he caged you in. He was standing indecently close, so close that you could feel every ripple and curve of his abdomen along your own.
Flushing, you raised an eyebrow as you listened to the distinct twang of a southern accent rolling off his tongue. Placing a palm flush against his chest you pushed against him hoping he’d catch the hint and give you some room to breathe.
“Do you mind? You’re standing awfully close to be someone I’m not fucking.”
Eyeing him, you watched as his lip twitched in amusement but he himself didn’t budge an inch. He only moved in closer drawing his mouth towards the curve of your neck. Instinctively you maneuvered backward until your back was flush against the island.
“That can be arranged.” he purred, bringing the beer he had been clutching up to his mouth to take a swig.
You wanted to cringe. You really did. You were supposed to be disgusted and storm off angrily at the tangible fuckboy vibes that the bleach blonde in front of you was giving off. Even though the kitchen smelled like alcohol, high fructose corn syrup, and weed he was giving off a nice contrast; woodsy and freshly showered.
He smelled amazing, and he had a neatly faded undercut that made him look halfway decent. Blonde hair, tall, and a very broad athletic body. He was attractive.
“And you are?” you asked flippantly, a scowl giving away your aggravated state. Although this was a frat party, was he really expecting you to drop your panties for him like he was some kind of celebrity? Who is this guy?
You genuinely wondered if he was actually this unbearable in real life or if he was a dumbass freshman pledge, probably just like the idiot guarding the front door. Crossing your arms across your bosom you pinned him with a pointed glare without saying a word, waiting for him to enlighten you.
A good ten seconds or so passed before he raised both of his eyebrows in genuine surprise. He leaned down to speak over the music playing in the background. “Ya’ don’t know who I am? For real?”
Reaching up and placing a hand at the blonde’s nape you pulled him in closer your voice vibrating against his ear.
“Should I? You’re giving me real-life fuckboy energy.” Your fingernails lightly scraped against his scalp along his shaved undercut and continued to lean in so that your bottom lip brushed against his earlobe.
“Are you a fuckboy?”
He allowed you to pull him closer to you, the distance between the both of you now absolutely nonexistent. His larger frame dwarfed your own, his hand still latching onto the beer bottle he had been nursing.
That lazy smirk had fallen over his features once again as he picked his head up to look you in the eye. There was an unbelievable amount of tension between you two, so thick that you could cut it with a knife, and that made you nervous. Without warning, he closed the short distance between the two of you his lips colliding with your own in a suffocating kiss.
The force of his mouth knocking against yours pushed you flush against the kitchen counter, his thick forearm wrapping around the small of your back to keep you upright. The kiss was... intense to say the least. Your whimper of surprise was swallowed and replaced with a groan of his own.
His tongue lapping eagerly at the recess of your mouth, colliding with yours in a one-sided game of tug of war. And he was winning. You squirmed hastily under his adamant grip, inhaling a gulp of the humid air once he released your bottom lip with a resounding smack.
You stared at him wide-eyed and dumbfounded, the taste of cheap beer lingering on your lips. Your face heated up, along with the rest of your body as you stood frozen your mouth ajar. You were initially being facetious, you did not expect the tall, handsome, and probably intoxicated stranger to take any action from your teasing.
He was drinking in your reaction, a satisfied smirk curving onto his face as the pad of his calloused thumb found your bottom lip. He swiped away the shiny string of his saliva with the calloused digit before leaning back down to speak into your ear.
“Miya Atsumu, pretty. Do I get a name in return?”
Ah, so he was one of the Miya twins. He and his brother both played volleyball for the college team and probably on the trek for going pro. You’d never interacted with him or his brother personally, but you did know that Atsumu had a reputation on campus. He absolutely was a fuckboy.
The feel of his digit ghosting across your bottom lip snapped you out of your stupor, a glower falling over your soft features as your palm returned to pushing at Atsumu’s taut abdomen. Pushing at him, you sighed in relief as he stepped away, out of your personal space.
“I don’t have time for your fraternity dares Atsumu.” Glancing over your shoulder you eyed the door that you had seen your sister slip through maybe 10 minutes earlier. You groaned in annoyance, turning to step off to leave, but again were stopped by the all-star volleyball player. Rolling your eyes, you shifted your weight onto the opposite foot as the arm around your waist held you in place.
Atsumu gasped as if he were offended one of his large palms resting over his heart in mock shock.
“Ya’ really not going to tell me your name even after all of this-” his hand left his chest to fan back and forth the empty space that was now between you two. “Chemistry we have?”
You crinkled your nose at the gesture as if you were disgusted and turned to hightail it out of the building, you had to catch your sister before she disappeared into the night.
“If I ever see you again, I’ll tell you my name,” And with that, you were out of there disappearing into the evening on a desperate mission to get your shit together.
You could never imagine the impression you left on Atsumu that night. He very well did vow to find you again and get that name that you desperately owed him.
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Rafe x Reader who’s Barry’s younger sister👀👀
Thank you for the request!❤️
On my mind <3
W Rafe Cameron 🩶
Series- outer banks
Warnings- cocaine od (hospital, seizure) , swearing, mentions of drugs (cocaine).
Summary- you find Rafe during a cocaine overdose and save his life. Encouraging him to admit how he really feels now that he’s been given a second chance. (Request <3)
Rafe Cameron was a regular customer of my brothers. But I knew him before Barry did. Sometimes I blame myself for his coke addiction, if he’d never met me, he’d never have met Barry. I hated the stuff never went near it and I begged Rafe to stop so many times but he was stubborn as hell.
Instead I made sure he texted me every night after a party, so I knew he was safe. Rafe agreed to that and he did stick to from then on. Apart from when I woke up this morning there was no message from him. My heart skipped a beat as I scrolled through the bundles of Instagram and Snapchat notifications.
Rafes name was not there. I’d checked three times now. My stomach grew a sick feeling inside as it twisted like someone was graphically ripping out my organs. That’s what happens when your worried about someone who’s important to you. Someone who your around all the time. And someone you’ve fallen for.
Rolling over onto my back, I texted him to inspire a reply and conformation that he was okay. Usually he was pretty quick when replying to me but five minutes past. Then ten. Then an hour. I couldn’t just sit around waiting for Rafe Cameron to text me back. Knowing him, there were probably hundreds of girls doing that, I wouldn’t be one of them.
I climbed out of my bed throwing the covers to the side and quickly changing into daytime clothes. I didn’t really care what I was wearing, that wasn’t on my mind. He was. Always was. I didn’t eat breakfast I got straight into my car and drove to my brothers trailer home to see if Rafe was with him or if he knew where Rafe was.
It wasn’t far, plus I knew where I could speed on the cut and where I couldn’t. I pulled up outside only to see that the front door was wide open. That was the first sign to everything going to shit. Smoke was coming off a log fire just outside rising into the fresh morning air. Jumping out of the vehicle I raced for the door.
“Barry?” I shouted pushing the door open wider to look into his home. “You home bro?” Calling desperately out for an answer. Slowly and apprehensively, I made my way into the house. Not getting an answer was the second sign. The living room coffee table was full of bottles of beer and ash trays.
“Barry?” I called again walking through the house ignoring the disgusting state of the place. I came to his bedroom, the door was close all the way. I had a bad feeling come over me when I looked at the door. Shaking, my hand came out pushing the handel down opening the door slowly. My eyes scanned the room. Barry wasn’t in his room, he was nowhere to be seen. But Rafe was.
He was lying on the floor shaking completely out of it. “Rafe” I gasped running over to his side as quickly as I could with tears in my bright eyes. The little boy I once knew was gone, addiction had taken him over now. He’d gone too far. Rafe couldn’t move or lift his head up to look at me. I pressed my hand against his heart, his heart beat was raising.
I heard his little wheezes as he tried to gasp for breath. My heart broke. “I’m going to call an ambulance okay, your- your going to be okay rafe okay” I comforted him and my hand trembled as I tried calling the emergency services. He was unresponsive obviously but I hoped he was focusing on my voice and staying alive.
“Yo country club where you at” I heard from the other room. “BARRY” I screamed as the first tear fell down my face “y/n? What you doing h- what the fuck” Barry’s eyes widened as he entered the room seeing Rafe on the floor and me crying next to him. “Shit- your calling the ambulance?” He shouted at me pointing. “Of course I am you idiot” I cried putting it to my ear.
“What have you done” I shook my head at him “I- I have to bounce- shit- I needa get all my shit” Barry ran around his room collecting all the illegal shit he was hiding in a bag while the phone line opened for me. Everything after was a blur. The ambulance came immediately, I think mentioning that it was Rafe Cameron that needed them helped the situation a lot. Everyone knew Rafe Cameron.
His eyes started fluttering in and out of consciousness when they came. Barry had already left with every bit of evidence gone. I didn’t want to get my brother in trouble but Rafe needed me. Rafe was immediately admitted to emergency unit and they connected him up to a drip to stabilise his heart rate ensuring he wouldn’t have a heart attack.
I sat there in the hospital room with him the whole time just listen to the beeping machine and staring at his unconscious body. I’d never been more scared than in that moment.
Rafes eyes fluttered open but struggled to stay open. “Shit” I heard him mutter with a husky voice “rafe” whispering lightly feeling my heart pound against my chest. “Y/n?” He questioned squinting at me from his bed. “your okay now, your safe” “you called an ambulance?” Rafe quizzed moving his hand to his head.
“I know your going to be pissed at the choice I made but Rafe- if you had seen yourself” I shook my head unable to continue without crying. He silently looked at me next to him. “I would have done the same thing- roles reversed” he whispered gently making me feel a whole lot better. As if he’d just taken the Effie tower off my shoulders.
“Are you okay” i moved the chair a little closer to the bed to hear his quiet responses. “I feel like death” “what happed rafe” I demanded scrunching my sleeves in my hands “I dunno- there was no snow at the party so I went to your brothers afterwards- we were drinking- sniffing” Rafe looked up at the ceiling to explain the rest of the story. I think my look of disappointment was too much.
“He went out to get food when it got light- I did some more sniff I- I don’t know after that” “what is wrong with you?” I asked immediately after Rafe had finished his sentence. The boy let out a little sigh. “Why do you do this to yourself I’ve asked you- so many times to stop” I told him letting them tears fall down my face. “I know” he replied quietly. “Is this what it’s taken? Almost fucking dying- scaring the shit out of me”
My breathing became shaky as my crying turned into a full break down. My knees lifted up and my hand went to my face. “I can’t go through this again rafe I cant” I sobbed into my hands. “Y/n please don’t cry” Rafe reached his arm out to hold my wrist. “I didn’t- realise you were that worried about it all” “worried?” I asked looking up him “I was terrified Rafe, I won’t lose you to something this stupid I won’t”
“You haven’t- im not going anywhere I’m done” he told me seriously, he took my hand when I stopped moving to concentrate on his words. “You mean It? Because I don’t wanna here it if you won’t” “No I mean it- I’ll stop it all for you” the boy shook his brunette head against the hospital pillow. “What do you mean for me” “seeing you upset it’s worse than my od to me okay, I would do anything to take it back so you did have to see that”
“You say that like it’s a normal thing Rafe- do you not realise yourself how serious it is?” “I’ll stop” he repeated looking me dead in the eyes “okay” I nodded subtly as my tears slowly came to a stop. I wiped my wet cheeks dry so i could carry on the conversation. “I think- I need to tell you something” he told me shuffling closer and trying to roll onto his side. The boy winced out in pain before breathing calmly.
“You gave me a second chance- you saved my life and it’s time I’m honest with you”. I stared back at the boy tightening my grip on his hand curious to know what it was. “I think I lived so could tell you this- the thought of dying without you knowing is- torcher” “you know what’s torcher rafe? You dragging this out making me worried as fuck” I let out a nervous laugh making him smile small. 
“I will stop for you because I’m so fucking in love with you y/n” Rafe told me slightly reserved, he was being vulnerable with me and I loved it. But it scared me too. He just poured his heart out to me. Rafe Cameron is in love with me. With me? “Y/n Im Gonna need you to say something here to save us both the overthinking” Rafe smirked at me as my lips parted to speak.
“I am same- I am- also- your always on my mind I - I’m in love with you too” I stuttered trying to get the right wording exactly. His eye brows twitched together. “I don’t know if I was expecting that or not” “I wasn’t” I answered really quickly. We both looked at each other before laughing, Rafe brought my hand to his lips and he kissed the top of it. “I will kiss you for realz just let me brush my teeth first” Rafe joked with me. “I’ll wait for you Cameron” I chuckled rubbing my thumb across his hand before bringing it to my chest.
“Barry is gonna hate this” I giggled shaking my head “I don’t need him anymore, I don’t care if he hates me” Rafe answered, perfectly. “I’m so glad your okay” I whispered hugging his arm clutching it to my chest. “I’m glad your here” “wait so are we like- together now or?” I raised my eyebrow urging an answer from the boy. “You’ve been my girl for a while, you just didn’t know it” “is- is that a yes?” I checked just to make. Rafe chuckled to himself.
“Yes gorgeous your officially my girl- and I will my life out for you i promise, your worth it”.
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Mafia au: STRAYKIDS hyunjin
Part one
You were sitting in class talking to your Bestfriend who you have loved since forever he just was bad at receiving signals and you were afraid to change your friendship and ruin it. Hwang Hyunjin the red haired mysterious boy who always made your heart flutter and who you can tell everything to. Lately since school started back up for your senior year he has been more secretive and hard to spend any time with cause he always gives excuses like “I have homework to do, I have to help my mom with chores, I have to work” it has made your relationship harder to maintain since things changed.”so since it’s Friday are you free this weekend” “um I’m not sure I might have work” “ugh it seems like you never have time for me anymore”you said pouting cutely as he awed and tried avoiding eye contact cause he knew he would give in. “I’m sorry it’s just it’s complicated “ he said stuttering trying to find the right words. Soon the school day was over you and Hyunjin was in a market getting some things for yourselves. When All of a sudden he got a random call. He picked up the phone trying to avoid you over hearing as he walked away from you. You sighed as he was like this now so secretive and just scanned the isle. He came back and said,”I got to a help my mom she’s sick at home” “um… ok I guess see you later hope she gets better and I’ll call y/d/n(your dads name) to come get Me” “ok great I’ll call you later” he nervously rubbed the back of his neck and walked away quickly getting in his black Mazda and reviving off. You hugged and continued shopping getting things to make a soup for his mom and you started calling your dad to come get you. You were picked up and started making the soup you had in mind to make. After making the soup you figured you would go give it to his mom. So you got in your Nissan skyline and headed over. Once getting to hyunjin you got out to see his car not there you got out and walked to the front door confused. You knocked and a minute later the door opened to reveal hyunjin mom .
“Oh hi sweetie hyunjins not home” “um miss hwang aren’t you not feeling good hyunjin said you were sick so I made you some soup” “that boy how dare he lie to you I’m fine I’ve been gardening and thank you for the soup anyway” “well do you know where he went” “not sure sweetie” you gave her the soup and said your goodbyes searching up hyunjins Snapchat location. You put the location in your gps and drove to wherever he was. You came to a bank from the location you had. You got out even more confused why did it say he’s here you thought to yourself as you walked in. Then your life flashed before your eyes in terror the bank was being robbed as you saw three men pointing guns at the bank staff getting money into bags. You let out a tear as one of the men who looked real buff started shouting at you to get on the ground making you quickly obey scared for dear life. There were two others one was wearing a bracelet that looked familiar then the other one you could see bits of red hair from his hat. “Could it be … hyunjin” you whispered then when one of the men spoke “let’s hurry up Bangchans waiting outside he got into the vault with the others let’s go”you Recognized that voice. “Seungmin is that you” you stood up and he quickly cursed under his breath thats when the third buff guy said,”take of your masks “ they did and You gasped in shock before you standed hyunjin your Bestfriend, seungmin your brother,and a guy you didn’t know but seen around school. “Hyunjin..,seungmin and you are” “Changbin” you nodded and snapped your head back in there direction. “I can explain y/n” “you better have a good explanation you two” you said angrily. That’s when you heard sirens and they started to slightly panic. “Alright let’s go Bangchan is gonna be so pissed “ they all darted to get the bags of money and then hyunjin grabbed you and started running dragging you with him into his car with seungmin and Changbin behind. Changbin got is the back with seungmin and you was in passenger while hyunjin drove he drive fast out of there as you got impatient wanting to know what the hell was going on. “So are you gonna tell me why you lied to me and then always robbed a bank with my brother involved” “well put it simple we are in the mafia gang Wolfgang” you felt betrayed they both lied to you about there whereabouts. “How dare you both betray me like this” “sis we had to keep it secret for everyone safety” “yeah but I feel like a outcast now” “you think Bangchan might let her join” hyunjin said speaking to Changbin. “I mean he could but she would have to train” “no she wouldn’t I have been teaching her how to use different combat skills” said seungmin now everything made sense why he always came home late and was gone all the time and how hyunjins car was more expensive then anything he owned it you always wondered how he was able to get and keep a Mazda. It explained both their behavior.
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“So now what you going to turn me into your leader” “well now that you know he has to be informed and make the decision of what to do” soon after getting To the mansion gate hyunjins came to a stop as a guy waited there. “Hi hyunjin everything go well” “not exactly Minho but we just have to see the Boss” he buzzed y’all in and the gate opened yall drove up and parked in a big 8 car garage and yall all got out and Changbin and seungmin got the bags of money. As you walked in there was a giant grand staircase in front of us like seven feet away.
“I’m so pissed you kept this from me”you said looking around they took you into meeting room where a guy with fully brown hair and had a nose ring. “Bangchan this is y/n my sister” “I’m aware of what happened you two will be cleaning the gun room for punishment for letting her find out” “um Bangchan what will happen now your not gonna like kill me now” “no I will be putting you in the mafia and will have you trained hyunjin please take her to the room next to yours” “yes sir and thank you for not killing her” he nervously chuckled and quickly walked away dragging you to your new room.
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✨Fanfic Masterpost✨
Links and summaries to my current finished and WIP fanfics. All of the below are for Critical Role!
Five Points Make a Difference
Pairing: Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast
Chapters: 4/? (WIP)
Word Count: 12,238
Characters: Beauregard Lionett, Caleb Widogast, Essek Thelyss, Jester Lavorre, Fjord (Critical Role), Yasha (Critical Role), Astrid Beck, Eadwulf Grieve, Yussa Errenis, Mollymauk Tealeaf, Caduceus Clay
Tags: University Rivals AU, Alternative Universe - Non-magical
Summary: Caleb has the second-highest exam score in his physics class. It’s the worst thing that’s ever happened to him.
Excerpt:
“My life is over.”
Caleb’s head slammed against the library desk repeatedly. Beau rolled her eyes as she adjusted her phone, tilting it to the perfect angle so that his forlorn pose was visible in the frame behind her.
“God, you’re so dramatic. Smile for the camera, nerd.”
“How? I can never smile again.” Caleb’s voice was muffled against the wood, which only made the situation more comical in Beau’s mind. She grinned with satisfaction as she added a caption and sent the image through Snapchat. Hopefully the rest of the gang enjoyed Caleb's pain as much as she did.
Wizard Brunch
Pairing: Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast
Chapters: 7/8 (Planned Ending WIP)
Word Count: 25,485
Characters: Caleb Widogast, Jester Lavorre, Shaun Gilmore, Allura Vysoren, Essek Thelyss, Yussa Errenis, Marion Lavorre | Ruby of the Sea, Reanminere "Reani", Caduceus Clay
Tags: Developing Relationship, Fluff, Essek's Big Vacation
Summary: Essek gets a mysterious message from a stranger asking if he wants to join him for brunch.
Excerpt:
It was insane. A waste of a spell that could lead to getting killed by a stranger, although he had no idea why someone from Tal’Dorei would have it out for him.
On the other hand, wasn’t this why he began traveling to begin with? To be far away from all the forces trying to kill him or draw him back into politics, to gain some perspective by looking outside himself and his narrow-minded goals? Essek pressed a thumb against his mouth as he contemplated this, scanning the paper to a scrap of fabric pinned to the bottom of the map. It was striped purple and gold, a colorful addition to the parchment, and it took Essek a moment to understand why it was there. He could use it to teleport.
Our Little Dark Age
Pairing: Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast
Chapters: 1/1 (Complete)
Word Count: 1,291
Characters: Caleb Widogast, Essek Thelyss
Tags: Neutral Evil Essek, Alternate Universe, Toxic Relationship
Summary: Caleb and Essek bask in the afterglow of an assassination.
Excerpt:
Essek sat on Caleb’s lap and curled around him like a cat in a sunbeam. One arm looped around his back while the other ended in long fingers that gently, with praise and encouragement, stroked the maze of tattoos adorning his skin. You would never think from their relaxed embrace that a body lay three feet away, reaching for the golden throne that the couple sat on. The fine cushions were stained with blood.
“You did so good, Caleb. You’re so good.” Essek murmured into his ear, sweet as bird song. Caleb nuzzled his cheek in reply, looking just as pleased.
#critical role fanfic#critical role#fanfic#fanfic masterpost#shadowgast#essek thelyss#caleb widogast#ao3#now I have something easy to reblog to promo lol#they are all the same pairing I KNOW but with vastly different moods#rainbowbard
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Difference between Augmented Vs Virtual Reality
Augmented reality (AR) and virtual reality (VR) are evolving more and more appropriately nowadays. Both technologies keep so much in standard while also existing very different. So, in this article, we will try to describe the difference between AR and VR.
AR and VR are technologies best defined as immersive 3-D experiences employing advanced devices. Despite using the same technology and hardware, both are quite diverse in terms of experiences and use points.
The difference between VR and AR reaches down to virtual and real-world environments. AR utilizes a real-world setting while VR is an entirely virtual world. VR often requires a headset appliance, but AR can be accessed even with a smartphone. AR can even incorporate virtual and real-world, while VR is just limited to a fictional fact.
What is Augmented Reality (AR)?
Augmented Reality (AR) is a digitally improved version of reality where users can interact with computer interfaces similar to a smartphone or an app. It incorporates both the real and virtual elements to give a real-time interactive experience between both worlds.
Suppose a computer UI screen appears in front of your eyes, working the same way as your smartphone. This kind of relation between the real and virtual world is the importance of AR. The most famous instances would be the Snapchat AR filters and Pokémon GO.
What is Virtual Reality (VR)?
Virtual Reality is a computer-generated background that people can share through sensory stimulation, i.e., visual and auditory, making the surroundings immersive and real. In VR, you can experience a dream world or travel the world from the convenience of your home.
VR technology needs a lot of elements to function. For example, you’ll require a VR Headset, controllers to interact with the environment, and a device that can take the processing power required to run VR applications.
Virtual Reality comes from the importance of “virtual” and “reality.” In layman’s terms, it involves experiencing things that only exist in a computer simulation. Also, you could call it an illusion if you liked.
When virtual reality and augmented reality were first introduced?
While primitive virtual reality techniques got their beginning in the 1950s and 1960s, the ideas of VR and AR started to achieve momentum in military applications during the early 1980s. Motion graphics such as Tron, The Matrix, and Minority Report all offered futuristic riffs on how these technologies would evolve in the years to arrive.
The first mainstream attempt at emitting a VR headset was the Sega VR in 1993, an add-on to the Sega Genesis gaming system. While it never pushed it to market, it did stoke customer appeal in the technology. It would not be until the Oculus Rift in 2010 that a VR headset would be victorious with a customer audience — though today these machines remain costly and largely of niche interest, gaming-focused users.
Augmented reality splintered from the virtual reality around 1990, and was carried to the public’s attention in 1998 when TV broadcasters started overlaying a yellow line on the football field to sufficiently show the distance to a first down. Over the next era, several apps around AR technology were designed for both military use (such as in fighter jet cockpits) and user, when print magazines and packaged goods started embedding QR codes that could be scanned with a customer cell phone, making the product “come alive” with a short 3D video.
In 2014, Google moved out of Google Glass, to provide everyone with a head-mounted display AR device. The AR headset, which was controlled through voice and touch gestures, was met with skepticism and criticism, attributed to the new reality that people were recording video 24/7 in public. Privacy unexpectedly became a major talking point in customer AR. Google ultimately suspended the project and relaunched it a few years later with business users in mind.
How do AR works?
AR uses computer vision, mapping as well as depth tracking to present appropriate content to the user. This functionality allows cameras to gather, send, and process information to show digital content appropriate to what any user is looking at.
In Augmented reality, the user’s physical environment is increased with contextually relevant digital content in real-time. You can experience (AR) augmented reality with a smartphone or with certain hardware.
How do VR work?
The focus of virtual reality is on affecting the vision. The user requires to put a VR headset screen in front of his/her eyes. Therefore, stopping any relations with the real world. In VR, two lenses are fixed between the screens. The user requires to adjust eyes based on the individual action of the eye and its positioning. The graphical illustrations on the screen can be rendered by using an HDMI cable connected to a PC or mobile phone.
Uses speakers, goggles, and sometimes handheld wearables to simulate a real-world experience. In virtual reality, you can also engage visual, haptic (touch) stimulation, and auditory, so the constructed reality is immersive.
The distinction between Virtual Reality (VR) and Augmented Reality (AR)
Here are the most important distinctions between Augmented Reality (AR) and Virtual Reality (VR):
Augmented Reality (AR)
• The method augments the real-world scene
• In AR Users consistently have a sense of existence in the real world
• AR is 25% virtual and 75% real
• This technology partly engages the user in the action
• AR needs upwards of 100 Mbps bandwidth
• No AR headset is required.
• With AR, end-users are even in touch with the real world while interacting with virtual objects nearer to them.
• It is used to enhance both virtual and real worlds.
Virtual Reality (VR)
• The fully immersive virtual environment
• In VR, visual senses are under the command of the system
• VR is 75% virtual and 25% real
��� This technology completely immerses the user into the action
• VR needs at least a 50 Mbps connection
• Some VR headset device is required.
• By using VR technology, the VR user is disconnected from the real world and immerses himself in a completely fictional world.
• It is used to improve fictional reality for the gaming world.
Advantages of Augmented Reality (AR)
Here are the pros/benefits of Augmented Reality:
• Presents individualized learning
• Fostering the learning method
• A vast variety of areas
• Offers creation and continuous advancement
• Improve accuracy
• Augmented reality can be used to improve user knowledge and data.
• People can share experiences over long distances.
• Helps developers to create games that offer a “real” experience to the user.
Advantages of Virtual Reality (VR)
Here are the pros/benefits of Virtual Reality:
• Immersive learning
• Make an interactive environment
• Improve work capabilities
• Deliver convenience
• One of the most important benefits of VR is that it helps you to make a realistic world so that the user can explore the world.
• Virtual reality in the teaching field makes education easy and comfortable
• Virtual reality authorizes users to test with an artificial environment.
Disadvantages of Augmented Reality
Here are the cons/drawbacks of Augmented Reality:
• It is costly to execute and develop AR technology-based projects and to keep them.
• The absence of privacy is a major drawback of AR.
• The low-performance level of AR devices is a major drawback that can occur during the testing stage.
• Augmented reality can generate mental health problems.
• Lack of protection may affect the overall augmented reality principle.
• Extreme engagement with AR technology can guide major healthcare problems such as eye issues and obesity etc.
Disadvantages of Virtual Reality
Here are the cons/drawbacks of Virtual Reality:
• VR is evolving much more familiar, but programmers will never be able to interact with virtual environments.
• Escapism is unremarkable among those that use VR environments, and people begin living in the virtual world instead of dealing with real-world problems.
• Training with a virtual reality environment never has the same outcome as training and working in the real world. This means if somebody has done well with simulated tasks in a VR environment, there is still no guarantee that a person doing well in the real world.
Applications of Augmented Reality (AR)
Here are the major applications of AR technology:
• AR apps are being created that embed text, images, videos, etc.
• The printing and advertisement industries are using AR technology apps to display digital content on top of real-world magazines.
• AR technology authorizes you the evolution of translation apps that allows you to interpret the text in other languages for you.
• With the help of the Unity 3d Engine tool, AR is being used to create real-time 3D Games.
Applications of Virtual Reality (VR)
Here are the major applications of VR:
• VR technology is used to create and improve a fictional reality for the gaming world.
• VR can use by the military for flight simulations, battlefield simulations, etc.
• VR is employed as a digital training machine in many sports to help to calculate a sports person’s performance and examine their techniques.
• It is also becoming a primary way of treating post-traumatic stress.
• Using VR devices such as Google Cardboard, Oculus Rift, HTC Vive, users can be transported into real-world and imaginary environments like squawking penguin colonies or even the back of a dragon.
• VR technology offers a safe environment for patients to come into contact with things they fear.
• Medical students use VR to practice techniques
• Virtual patients are utilized to help students to acquire skills that can later be applied in the real world.
How do AR and VR work together?
It will be incorrect to express that Augmented Reality and Virtual Reality are intended to work separately. They mostly agreed to develop an enhanced engaging experience when these technologies are merged to transport the user to the fictional world by giving a new measurement of the interaction between the real and virtual world.
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Buttercup Baby Ch 8 SPECIAL BONUS CHAPTER!
Pairings: Sam/Male Farmer OC, Sebastian/Female OC, Shane/Female OC
Rating: T for Teen
Word count: 5,061
Content Warnings: Alcohol use
Authors Notes: Welcome to a special bonus chapter! I was too excited to wait to post this one so here you go!
If you have any questions, comments, or snide remarks, leave them in the comments here or on ao3!
Today was supposed to be perfect. Today was supposed to be fun and joyful. But instead of cheering his friends on for being the cutest couple at the dance, Léo was instead trying to decide if he wanted to play the role of peace keeper or not. The mess his friends had just left made him pretty certain that he wanted to just leave them to figure it out themselves.
The day had started out well enough. Elfie had been sending him selfies of her progress getting ready for the dance. She had made a beautiful sage green dress with white flower details. She was even wearing a petticoat to make it poof out more. Elfie looked absolutely stunning in a way that Léo wasn’t used to seeing on her.
“Do you think Sebastian will like it?” she asked, calling Léo moments before she left to head to Pelican Town.
“He’d be an idiot not to,” Léo said. “You look absolutely gorgeous. Anyone would be lucky to have you as their date.”
Elfie had arrived a little late, so she and Léo were the last to arrive. Everyone was already mingling, trying out the tiny desserts that Gus had made. Léo could hear Pam complaining about the size, and
Gus telling her that these were fancy treats typically served at a high tea. This was a special event that called for special food.
Pam picked up a ham and truffle vol-au-vent, and took a bite of the delicate savory puff pastry treat.
“Not bad,” she said, and Gus beamed. “Maybe you could make one the size of a plate next time.”
Léo felt his stomach growl, and Elfie looked at him.
“You get some food, and I’ll find Seb and the rest of them, okay?” Elfie said with a smile. Léo gave her the thumbs up as he took a bite out of a small cake, and she flounced away, scanning the crowd.
Léo grabbed a plate and began putting different treats on it. Canapés and petit fours adorned the table, and he was sure to get one of everything.
“Wow, you must be hungry.”
Léo looked up in surprise, and smiled when he saw Sam standing there.
“Oh, yeah I…” Léo’s voice died in his throat as he looked Sam up and down. His friend was wearing a powder blue suit with a matching tie, and a crisp white button down. His hair had been somewhat tamed into a small ponytail, and damn did it work on him.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Sam teased, and then made a squawking sound as Léo took out his phone.
“I wasn’t serious!” Sam said.
“Aw, but you look so handsome!” Léo said with a grin. Sam’s golden eyes glittered, and he smiled gently.
“You do too,” he said, and took a step closer to Léo.
“We should take a selfie together,” Léo said. “Gotta put our gorgeous faces all over the internet, yeah?”
Sam nodded, and the two struck a few poses as they took pictures. Léo felt Sam’s arm snake around his waist, and he tried to ignore the pounding in his chest as he took the last photo. Sam was giving the “rock and roll” sign with his tongue out, and Léo…
Fuck.
Léo was staring at him like a goddamn idiot. Was this what Sebastian had been talking about when he said that Léo acted like a school girl around Sam? Unfortunately, it was the best picture out of the bunch, so it was the one they posted on their snapchat and instagram stories. Léo even put his on facebook, which Sam teased him for.
“Who still uses facebook?” Sam asked. “Oh wait, I know. Old people. You’re an old person now.”
“You can call me old next year when I turn 30,” Léo said. “But not yet. I’m still in my twenties, so I’m full of youthful energy.”
“Yeah okay grandpa,” Sam said, and Léo punched his arm.
“Hey, do you know where Sebastian and Elfie are?” Léo asked suddenly.
“Oh, when I saw Seb last, he was with Abby. They were standing near the water.”
The two turned and looked towards the river, but there was nobody in sight.
“That’s weird,” Sam said. “Well, it has been a little over an hour. They must be getting ready to dance.”
“You’re gonna dance with Penny, right?” Léo asked.
“For the traditional bit, yeah,” Sam said. “You can’t make fun of me though if you watch.”
“Why would I do that?” Léo asked, popping a chocolate truffle into his mouth.
“Because the dance looks dumb as hell,” Sam grumbled. “It’s so old fashioned. I hate that we have to do this every year.”
“I’ll do my best not to point and laugh at you,” Léo said.
“You better not!”
Léo was just about to respond when Abigail rushed over to them. There was pure panic in her eyes.
“We’ve got a problem. A snafu, as your dad would say,” she said, looking at Sam.
“What, are Pam and Shane already shit faced?” Sam asked, but the grin on his face died at Abigail’s serious look.
“Shane’s involved, yeah, but not like that. Seb really fucked it up this time and shit is going down.”
“What?” Léo said. He and Sam rushed off with Abigail who tried to fill them in.
“Seb has been freaking out about this date all day,” she said quickly. “I seriously thought he was going to have a panic attack this morning, and only barely managed to calm him down. I thought everything would be fine, but this fucker decided that instead of facing his fears, he would avoid them.”
“Wait, you don’t mean…” Sam said, eyes wide. Abigail nodded grimly.
“He hasn’t spoken to her once this whole time. Well, actually he has. One sentence. And do you know what he said? He told her he wasn’t going to dance with her because, and I quote, dancing is stupid and there isn’t any point to this festival. So she said that she’d find someone else.”
“Elfie…” Léo muttered, slapping a hand to his face. There was a good chance Sebastian would think she was joking. But if Léo knew Elfie, and he did, he knew that she was dead serious. She would find someone else in a heart beat, if only just to piss him off.
“You got to be kidding me,” Sam said, eyes wide. “I mean, I know Sebastian’s dumb when it comes to this kind of thing, but that’s a whole new level.”
“Yeah, you’re telling me,” Abigail said. They finally came to the area where the traditional dance was going to be held, and Léo could see Elfie talking with Shane. He heart dropped when he saw them together. Of course she picked Shane. The man that Sebastian was the most jealous of when it came to Elfie. The two of them were chatting idly, and were standing just a smidge too close together.
Sebastian was standing off to the side, glowering at the couple. Sam rushed over to him, concern written all over his face.
“Seb, what’s going on? Abby said that--”
“My date is planning on dancing with someone else,” Sebastian snarled.
“After you abandoned her!” Abigail said, marching up to him. “After you told her that this whole thing is pointless and boring!”
“Yeah but she didn’t have to go find someone else!” Sebastian said angrily.
“I’m not defending her,” Léo said slowly, “Because what she’s doing is pretty grade school. But have you seriously been ignoring her this whole time? Obviously she was going to get fed up.”
“I already told her I’m not good at this kind of thing!” Sebastian snapped. He ran his hand through his fluffed up hair, clearly stressed out.
“Yeah, but not talking to her at all? Seb you probably really hurt her feelings,” Sam said with a frown. “You need to go talk to her.”
“Fine, I’ll talk to her,” Sebastian said.
“You should wait until you cool off. Seb! Sebastian!” Léo called out as Sebastian made his way over to where Elfie and Shane stood. He sighed deeply.
“Well this is going to end in tears,” Abigail said.
Sebastian finally approached the couple, who were seemingly completely oblivious to his sudden appearance.
"Really? You replaced me with this asshole?" Sebastian spat out. Léo cringed. Was that really going to be Sebastian’s opening line?
Elfie turned, looking at Sebastian like he was something gross she had found on the bottom of her shoe. Shane's eyes were narrowed slightly, but he said nothing as he took a sip of his mimosa. The crowd around them had grown quiet, and everyone seemed to be holding their breath.
"He's not an asshole," Elfie said, trying to keep her voice even.
"I'm not?" Shane asked, visibly surprised. Elfie's face softened as she looked at him.
"You were so sweet when Jas told you that I needed someone to dance with. And you didn't have to say yes when I asked. You totally could’ve said no. You're not as big a jerk as you and everyone else seems to think," she said, and Shane looked away, clearly embarrassed.
"If you can't see what a fucking asshole he is, you're dumber than you look," Sebastian said, fists balled at his side.
"I'm sorry, what?" Elfie said in a deadly tone, slowly turning her head and fixing him with an icy glare. Léo tensed. He knew this voice. It was the one she used before dealing a killing blow.
"I said you're being an idiot!" Sebastian snapped. "He's just a pathetic loser who gets drunk every night and cusses people out for looking at him. What the hell possessed you to ask him to dance with you?"
"Does it matter?" Elfie said, teeth bared. "At least he wanted to dance with me. You invited me, but haven’t talked to me the entire time. I asked you to dance and you said no. I even told you I was going to find someone else!”
“Well I didn’t think you meant it!” Sebastian said, fists tightly clenched.
“I’m not going to sit here and let myself be treated like shit by someone who was supposed to be my date!” Elfie said angrily. “Just fucking leave me alone!”
Sebastian looked away and Shane smirked.
“Little Mister Edge Lord really fucked it up this time, didn’t he?” Shane said. “All you had to do was talk and dance with your date, but no. You’re too cool for that.”
Shane put his arm out and Elfie took it. Everyone around them was silent, pointedly not looking at them. The two walked away, Elfie looking haughty, and Shane looking at her like he had just won the lottery.
"What in the fuck was that?" Abigail asked, breaking the silence. “I thought you were going to talk to her!”
“Words were spoken,” Sebastian said, and Abigail sighed.
“Yeah, but you were supposed to make things better, not infinitely worse!”
Sebastian snarled at her, and looked like a wild animal about to attack. Léo bit his lip. Who the hell should he be siding with? If he tried to comfort Sebastian and calm him down, Elfie would be furious. But if he ignored Sebastian in favor of Elfie, there was a chance that his whole friend group in Pelican Town would hate him. There was only one thing to do.
“You guys are both being immature. Have fun with this traditional dancing or whatever, I’m getting something to drink.”
“Wait, you’re not going to watch?” Sam asked, looking visibly distressed.
“I need some air,” Léo said simply. “I didn’t come here for high school drama, and I need to get something to drink before I leave the dance completely.”
“Okay,” Sam said, looking at the ground. “Well…if you’re able to, you should come watch. You can even laugh at me and Penny’s dance moves.”
Léo looked at Sam curiously. “You really want me to watch, don’t you?”
“I just want one thing to go how it was planned,” Sam said with a deep sigh. “Just one thing. Maybe this could be that one thing.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” Léo said, and Sam nodded. Just as he was about to leave, Mayor Lewis strutted out into the center of the field, megaphone in hand.
“Alright folks!” he said, voice booming across the clearing. “The Flower Dance is going to begin! If you have a partner, come to the dance floor and get ready to dance the traditional spring time dance of Pelican Town!”
Sam looked at Léo with a pleading look in his eye, and Léo relented.
“Yeah okay, I’ll watch. And then I really am getting that drink.”
“Thanks Buttercup,” Sam said, and for some reason, Léo felt a flutter in his chest when he heard the nickname.
“Have fun Samico,” Léo said, and his friend smiled at him, joining Penny on the grassy dance floor.
A good amount of people had paired off, getting ready to dance. Haley walked by with Alex, saying something about hoping that she would be the girl crowned as the Flower Queen this year.
“That’s not fair…why can’t I be the Flower Queen?”
Léo looked around surprised, and saw Vincent standing by him, scuffing his toe on the ground.
“Who said you can’t?” Léo asked. Vincent looked up, startled. After making eye contact with Léo, Vincent stared at the ground, focusing very intently on a small rock.
“Lewis said all the girls should put their names in,” he said. “But that’s not me I guess. ‘Cause I’m a dumb boy.”
Léo looked down at Vincent, and considered him. The poor boy looked genuinely distraught by this, and Léo wanted to help.
“Well you could put your name in anyway,” Léo said.
“They’ll just tell me that boys can’t be queens,” Vincent said. “Everyone always tells me stuff like that.”
“Like what?” Léo asked.
“Things that boys can’t do,” Vincent said. “My mom said boys can’t wear dresses, or make up or grow their hair out.”
“Did she now?” Léo said. He fished around in his pocket and pulled up his instagram. After a few minutes of searching, he found a photo of himself. He was wearing a short dress, and had his hair curled. Léo was wearing fake lashes, and more make up than Dolly Parton. He passed his phone to Vincent who looked at it with wide eyes.
“Long hair, dress, and make up,” Léo said with a grin. “In fact, I still have long hair.” Vincent stared and then took a deep breath. He looked up at Léo with wide eyes.
“Are you a girl?” Vincent asked quietly, handing the phone back. Léo blinked in surprise.
“No,” he said. “Boys can wear this stuff too and still be boys.”
“Oh,” Vincent said. The gears in Léo’s head were turning fast, and he suddenly knew what he needed to say.
“But, sometimes girls are born with everyone thinking they’re a boy,” he said, trying to sound casual.
“Really?” Vincent asked. “That…that can happen?”
“Yeah! But those boys are girls, even though everyone tells them that they’re a boy. That can be super hard for them. But there are things that can help.”
“Like what?” Vincent asked curiously.
“Well, some girls are named things like ‘Josh’ but they want people to call them something like ‘Melissa.’ So they pick a new name, and people can call them that instead.”
“I…that sounds good. I want to do that,” Vincent said.
“You want a new name?” Léo asked. “A pretty name?”
“Yeah. Everyone would make fun of me if I did that though,” Vincent mumbled.
“What if it’s a you and me thing?” Léo asked. “Or a you, me, and Jas thing? I’m sure Jas wouldn’t make fun of you.”
Vincent perked up. “Just us though, right?” he asked. “Nobody else?”
“Just us, until you’re ready for other people to know.”
Vincent smiled shyly. “Sam read me a book once with a girl named Coraline in it. I like the ‘Cora’ part of that name. Maybe you could call me Cora,”
“Sounds good Cora,” Léo said, getting a brilliant smile in response.
“You can’t tell anyone about it, okay?” Cora said. “It’s Vincent with everyone else. Even Sam.”
“I won’t tell anyone,” Léo promised. “Cross my heart and hope for pie.”
“Even Sam?” Cora asked.
“Even Sam,” Léo said with a gentle smile. “Just us.”
“And Jas,” Cora said. “I hope she doesn’t think it’s weird.”
“She won’t,” Léo said, and watched as the dancers lined up. “If Jas is a true friend, and she is, she won’t care at all.”
Cora followed Léo’s gaze and gave him a mischievous grin.
“Are you watching my brother?”
“What?” Léo said, and looked at Cora, a blush on his cheeks. “No! I’m looking at everyone.”
“It’s okay, you can look at my brother. He looks at you all the time,” Cora said. “Ms. Penny says it’s cute when he stares.”
“He…wait what did Penny say?” Léo asked, thrown.
“That he stares! I’m gonna go find Jas, I wanna let her know about my new name!” Cora said, and waved goodbye. Léo waved back, but found himself stuck on the idea that Sam had been staring at him so much that Penny decided to comment on it. And that she found it cute.
Lewis put a record on the nearby player, and the sound of the beautiful classical song Ave Maria filled the air. The dancers slowly began to move, and Léo instantly understood why Sam had been worried about him laughing. A lot of spinning and squatting, and swaying from side to side was going on.
Elfie was dancing with them, and she and Shane seemed to be having a good time. He was carefully guiding her through it, and the two of them laughed every time she fumbled a move. Léo looked around for Sebastian, and felt a twinge of sadness when he realized his friend wasn’t there. He wondered if Sebastian had left the dance completely. He hoped not.
A few more instrumental songs played before the traditional portion was done. Lewis proclaimed loudly that it was time to party, and suddenly high energy dance music filled the air. Everyone cheered, and the dance floor was swarmed.
“Are you going to come dance?”
Sam was standing at the edge of the dance floor and motioned for him to come. Léo walked over a smile on his face.
“Well I guess I can’t deprive the people of my amazing moves,” Léo teased, and began to move to the beat.
“Damn you really can dance!” Sam said and Léo grinned. He did a dramatic body roll, and Sam looked away, flushing.
“It’s a good thing you never saw me actually perform,” Léo said with a laugh. “If that makes you embarrassed, you would’ve run out of the venue in shame.”
“What were you doing on stage?” Sam asked, sounding shocked.
“Let’s just say I put the burlesque moves I learned for a bachelorette party to good use,” Léo said with a wink. Sam blushed from his collarbone to his hairline, and Léo couldn’t help but laugh.
“You’re so innocent,” he said.
“I’m not!” Sam spluttered. “It’s just…you…whatever,” he said, and looked away. “I need a drink. I’ll be right back!”
“See you soon!” Léo called out.
A few more songs played, and Sam still hadn’t come back. Léo was exhausted, and decided he would go grab a drink as well. Maybe he’d see Sam over by the refreshments.
As Léo approached the table, the song turned slow, and he let out a pleased hum. It was a song he actually really enjoyed called Dandelions. He poured himself a glass of punch that he’d seen Pam spike, and a took a sip. He coughed slightly. Had she put whiskey into it? He hadn’t expected it to burn.
Making a note to take smaller sips, Léo closed his eyes and lost himself in the song.
But it's so good, I've never known anybody like you
But it's so good, I've never dreamed of nobody like you
Léo opened his eyes, and looked to the side, wondering where his friends were. To his great surprise, Sam was nearby and was staring at him. He gave his friend a wave and Sam waved back, a shy smile on his face.
“Hey,” Léo said as Sam approached.
“Hey,” Sam said back, cheeks slightly pink.
And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime
And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine
“Enjoying yourself?” Sam asked, edging closer to Léo.
“Yeah, it’s a nice day,” Léo said. “And I had a ton of fun dancing. I didn’t know that I needed to let loose until just then.”
“See, that’s the part I like about the Flower Dance,” Sam said. “Even though it starts out stuffy, people end up loosening up and just having a good time after the boring part.” He took a giant drink from his glass of punch and choked. “What’s in this?”
“I think I saw Pam pour a bunch of whiskey in,” Léo said, and Sam shuddered.
“God,” he said, shaking his head. “Her and her whiskey. I hope there’s something for Jas and Vince to drink.”
Léo nodded, and looked back at the dance floor. He noticed Shane and Elfie dancing slowly to the music, arms around each other. Other couples were doing the same, thoroughly enjoying the slow song.
“What’s up?” Sam asked after a moment.
“I wish I had someone to dance with,” Léo admitted.
'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions
Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine
“Yeah?” Sam asked, sounding a bit nervous. Léo looked over at Sam, their eyes meeting.
And I see forever in your eyes
I feel okay when I see you smile, smile
“Yeah,” Léo said. “I feel kind of dumb just standing here drinking punch and watching everyone. I mean, I know other people are doing that too but…I don’t know,” he finished lamely.
Wishing on dandelions all of the time
Praying to God that one day you'll be mine
“I want to dance with someone too,” Sam said, looking at Léo with blazing eyes. “I think it would be a lot of fun.”
Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time
I think that you are the one for me
“You should ask someone,” Léo said. “I’m sure they’d say yes.”
Sam took a deep breath and stepped closer to Léo. “Then would you--”
“Sam! Léo!”
The two men turned their heads, and saw Sebastian speed walking towards them. Léo tensed, and Sam breathed out hard through his nose, looking annoyed.
“What’s up?” Sam asked, trying to sound casual. Sebastian began to say something, but Léo wasn’t entirely sure what was being said. His brain was still replaying what had just happened. He had said that he wanted to dance with someone, Sam agreed, he had told Sam to ask someone, and Sam…
Wait was Sam trying to ask him to dance?
No, that couldn’t be it. That wouldn’t make sense. Why would Sam want to dance with him? But if that was what was going on…would it really be so bad?
Whatever was being said was getting heated, but Léo couldn’t find it in himself to care. Sebastian was clearly trying to defend his actions.
“Look, Elfie is being a total bitch,” Sebastian said to Sam, frustrated.
Something inside Léo snapped.
“Is she? You abandoned her, you told her you didn’t want to dance with her, and you were the world’s biggest dickhead to Shane! What in the fuck is your problem? How dare you call her a bitch when you’re the biggest bitch here!” Léo shouted, throwing his arms in the air. Sebastian looked shocked, and Léo felt a fire raging inside him. He had more to say, but before he could, he felt a hand on his arm.
“Léo? Can we talk?” Sam asked. His voice wasn’t unkind, but it was firm.
“Sure,” Léo said nervously, and Sam pulled him to the side. He felt like a kid being called into the principal’s office.
“What can I do to help you calm down?” Sam asked.
Léo stared up at Sam, completely baffled. He had expected Sam to give him a piece of his mind for calling Sebastian a bitch, but instead, he was being treated gently and with kindness. Of course that’s what Sam would do. Sam was always thinking of other people. He always put everyone else first, never himself.
“Then would you—”
“Dance with me,” Léo said, and Sam’s jaw dropped. “That’s what would help. It doesn’t have to be like…close slow dancing or anything, but I think dancing would get my mind off of things.”
“You sure?” Sam asked.
“Yeah, it sounds fun. I mean we don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Léo said with a shrug.
“No! I do!” Sam said a little too loudly. “Let’s go!”
Sebastian watched them go, and walked over to a tree to sulk. Léo felt a little bad for thinking ‘serves him right’ but his guilt was immediately replaced with butterflies as he and Sam reached the dance floor. The song had changed, but it was still a slow one.
“So um, how should we…?” Sam asked, looking around at the other couples. Elfie and Shane were dancing flush up against each other, and the rest of the couples had their arms thrown around their partner’s necks and waists. Léo couldn’t believe he had asked Sam to do this. Of course it would end up being weird.
“Well uh, I guess…okay, put one hand on my shoulder, and the other in my hand. I’ll put my hand on your waist. If that’s fine.”
“Yeah, go for it,” Sam said in a squeaky voice. They got into position and slowly began to turn on the spot, Léo taking the lead.
“Your hands are soft,” Léo blurted out.
“What?” Sam asked.
“Your hands…they’re soft,” Léo said, blushing violently. “Sorry that was weird.”
“It wasn’t,” Sam said with a small laugh. “I was just surprised. I guess it’s just my fingers with the callouses.”
“Mine are probably pretty rough from all the farming,” Léo said.
“They are, but it’s nice,” Sam said, and smiled down at Léo. His chocolate eyes were soft, and Léo gulped. Sam looked so sweet and handsome. It was like Léo was seeing him for the first time. What the hell was this feeling?
“I like your suit,” Sam said after a bit.
“O-oh, thanks,” Léo stuttered out. “I feel like I stick out. Everyone else is wearing pastels and here I am in a black suit.”
“Seb is in black,” Sam pointed out.
“When is he not?” Léo said, and Sam laughed.
“You’re so right,” Sam said.
The song came to a close, and the two men reluctantly let go of each other. The sky was turning a beautiful shade of pink and orange as the sun began to set, and Lewis brought out his megaphone once more to signal the end of the dance.
“Feeling better?” Sam asked as they walked back towards town.
“I am, but I need to walk Elfie back to the—oh.”
Sam followed Léo’s gaze, and it landed on Shane clearly leading Elfie to the bus stop.
“Guess she forgot about me,” Léo said, shaking his head. “I’m gonna have to yell at her over the phone later.”
“Go easy on her,” Sam said. “The silver lining is that Shane is happier than I’ve ever seen him. He usually gets completely trashed at these kind of events. But he doesn’t seem drunk at all.”
“Yeah, that’s a good thing,” Léo agreed. “Um, we passed by your house a while ago,” he said, stopping in the middle of the street. Someone made an annoyed sound and walked around him, and Sam gave Léo a sheepish smile.
“I was gonna walk you home,” he said.
“Oh, well if you want,” Léo said. “It’s getting dark, I don’t want you to walk home when it’s pitch black out.”
“It’s fine,” Sam said. “Let me walk you back to the farm.”
“Okay,” Léo said. They walked in comfortable silence, and Léo couldn’t help but feel happy as he replayed dancing with Sam in his mind over and over again.
The two hugged at Léo’s doorstep, and Sam dawdled by the door until Léo told him he probably should head back.
“Your mom will wonder where you are,” he said.
“Right,” Sam said with a nod. “Well…goodnight then.”
“Hey, am I still allowed to stay when Robin does the renovation?” Léo asked as Sam started to turn away. “I completely spaced on telling you that I’m getting it done a week from today.”
“Of course!” Sam said. “We have a blow up mattress that we can stick in the living room if that’s okay. Mom was pretty excited about the idea of you staying over. She loved it when you came over those other times. She really seems to like you. And Vincent does too. I bet my dad would love you, if he ever comes back,” he murmured, and Léo felt his heart clench.
“He will,” Léo said firmly.
“You can’t know that,” Sam said.
“You’re right, I can’t,” Léo said. “Nothing is guaranteed, not even tomorrow is for sure. But I feel like I’m going to meet him at some point. I don’t know why I feel that way but…I just do.”
“Well if…no, when you meet him, he’s gonna think you’re great,” Sam said. “Because you are.”
“Thanks,” Léo said. They smiled at each other, and Léo couldn’t help but feel like something else should happen. But what should happen next he wasn’t certain.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” Sam said, and walked down the steps from Léo’s porch.
“Yeah,” Léo said, “I’ll see you tomorrow. Maybe you could come fishing with me. I got a special order for a small mouth bass, and I’d like to get it done as soon as I can.”
“That sounds great,” Sam said. “See you then.”
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Snapchat Lens: How to Unlock the Butterflies Lens on Snapchat
What is the Snapchat lens?
Snapchat lenses are augmented reality filters that allow users to add fun and creative effects to their photos and videos. They range from cute and playful to more sophisticated and surreal and can be applied to the camera view in real-time. Users can access lenses by holding down their faces in the camera view, which brings up a carousel of available lenses. Some lenses are static, while others are animated and can respond to facial movements or voice commands.
Snapchat continues to add new lenses on a regular basis, and the selection of available lenses is constantly changing. This keeps the app fresh and engaging for users, and provides endless opportunities for creative expression. Whether you’re looking to add a touch of fun to your snaps, or you’re a business looking to the Butterflies Lens on Snapchat to connect with your audience in a new and innovative way, Snapchat lenses offer endless possibilities.
Unlock the Butterflies Lens on Snapchat
Step 1: Open Snapchat
The first step to unlocking the Butterflies lens is to open Snapchat on your device. Snapchat is available for both iOS and Android devices and can be downloaded from the App Store or Google Play Store. Once you have installed the app, open it by tapping on the Snapchat icon on your device’s home screen.
Step 2: Scan your face or an object
Once you have opened Snapchat, go to the camera screen by tapping on the circular camera icon in the middle of the screen. To activate the lens carousel, you will need to scan your face or an object in front of the camera. To do this, hold your finger on the screen and keep it there until the lens carousel appears.
Step 3: Scroll through the lenses
The lens carousel is a circle of lenses that you can scroll through by swiping left or right. To find the Butterflies lens, keep scrolling through the lenses until you come across it. The Butterflies lens features a picture of butterflies on a purple background and the words “Butterflies” written in yellow.
Step 4: Unlock the Butterflies lens
Once you have found the Butterflies lens, tap on it to unlock it. Snapchat uses a “Snap Map” to track the popularity of lenses, and some lenses may become popular and go viral. To unlock a lens, you may need to wait for a few seconds for it to download, or you may be prompted to install the lens. Once the lens is unlocked, it will become available in your lens carousel for future use.
Step 5: Use the Butterflies lens
Once you have unlocked the Butterflies lens, you can use it by tapping on the screen. The lens will activate and virtual butterflies will flutter around you, following your movements. You can take a photo or video by tapping the circular camera icon in the bottom center of the screen. To exit the lens, swipe down on the screen, or tap the “X” icon in the top left corner of the screen.
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