staying afloat - k.th
pairing: kang taehyun x gn reader | genre / tropes: angst, argument -> makeup, implied friends to lovers, office worker!taehyun, the subtlest of love confessions | word count: 899 | warnings: burnout and exhaustion from overwork
part of my 300 followers event (event masterlist)
prompt - HEAT: while engaged in a passionate argument with one another, sender, in the heat of the moment, blurts out âi love you!â to the receiver. think of like, that glorious trope where people have a huge argument and then suddenly sb drops the mic with âbecause iâm in love with you!â and silences the other person. u know the trope! (requested by anon)
author's notes: HI ANON im sorry this took sooooo long. as i said, this was hard for me to write bc i already did the heat prompt twice before and i didn't want to be too repetitive with the arguments... the argument here is a bit calmer and more one-sided on yn's part but i hope it still works!
âyou are running yourself into the ground, taehyun!â you grab his shoulders and give him a little shake. taehyun watches you closely, and you can see the darkening circles under his eyes.Â
heâs still standing before the threshold of your home, right in front of the door. with just one step he could walk in if you werenât blocking his way. outside, the night air is so cold that you shivered instantly upon opening the door for him. the sky is dark, with neither moon nor stars, and the only light comes from the fluorescent bulb at the doorway.
ây/n, youâre up working too,â he says. his voice is steady but firm. âyou canât tell me what not to do when youâre also working like this.â
âiâm doing overtime for just one night, for godâs sake. but you ä¸ youâve been so busy and tired for what, two weeks? you forget to answer my texts. forget!â you throw your hands up. âand youâve never forgotten before, not in all the years that iâve known you.â
taehyun stuffs his hands into his pockets and his gaze flickers away from yours for a second before it returns. though he tries to stand his ground, you notice the soft look in his eyes, laying bare the tiredness and worries weighing down on him.
âwell, iâm here now. why wonât you let me make it up to you?â
âbecause itâs one in the morning and youâve been staying up late for overtime and extra projects for what, two weeks now? you go home late and you wake up early, your boss dumps all this work on you, and you barely get any time off!â you take a step closer, now fully exiting the warmth of your home, to stand so close to him. âplease, taehyun. itâs not that i donât want to see you, but youâre so, so tired. i can see it in your face.â
you reach out to touch his face, but his expression goes taut and your hand hovers just inches away. he turns away from you before you can scan his eyes for the tired look you saw; a cold breeze blows by, causing both of you to shiver and pushing the bangs away from taehyunâs forehead.
he looks... sadder than what you remember. you remember how easily his face would light up before he took on his new position at his job; he would smile at the smallest of your remarks, his big eyes sparkling like jewels. you thought of the steady stream of texts from him day after day, reminding you to eat or commenting on a silly photo you took, and how that stream soon turned into a trickle. the memories make your body feel heavy.
taehyun says nothing for a few moments and just lets out a sigh. when he looks back at you thereâs a pained look that wasnât there before, and you feel an ache in your chest at the sight.
 ây/n, i... i donât want you to worry about me like this. i canât... i can take care of myself. please, please just trust me. i hate watching you worry like this.â
âoh, you hate watching me worry?â your tone rises before you even realize it. âand i hate watching you turn into this! youâre exhausted, taehyun. youâre not yourself anymore. i canât even remember the last time i saw you smile! do you know how much it hurts to see the person you love lose himself like this?â
you tremble in your spot and your words start to trip over themselves. your emotions pile onto each other, keeping you from speaking straight: some anger, yes, but mostly disappointment, worry, loneliness, fear. âi haä¸ i hate seeing you like this, taehyunie. i canâtä¸ i canât watchä¸ i love you too much to see thisä¸â
taehyun cuts you off to pull you into a hug. he holds onto you so tightly, as if trying to wrestle you away from the emotions gripping you. one of his hands makes his way through your hair. angry tears prick at your eyes but you relax in his hold, finally letting out a sob.
âiâm sorry,â he says, his hand combing through your hair then rubbing your back. âi know youâre just looking out for me... and youâre right. i am exhausted...â
something shifts and now you feel his full weight on you. now youâre the one holding him, his head moving to rest in the crook of your neck, his shoulders fully slumped. the weeks of exhaustion have finally caught up to him, and you wrap your arms around his waist to prop him up.
âiâm sorry, y/n,â he repeats. âfor not... listening to you... for forgetting...â
your hold on him tightens and tears stream down your face, but you manage to speak. âi just donât want you to hurt yourself...â
neither of you say anything more. taehyun doesnât let go of you and sinks fully into your touch; despite the chill night air, heâs still warm in your arms. you let your tears fall freely as you keep a firm hold on the friend you love, as if letting go of him means he will sink and drown.
the night is so quiet that the murmur he lets out against your neck still comes out loud and clear.
âi love you too.â
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Why are you in my head? Pt. 4
Sneak Peek: Eddie and you are soulmates. The legend of soulmates is that you start to hear one anotherâs thoughts around age 16 â not all the time, but when youâre feeling a strong emotion. It simply flows out of you and into the other, the legend also states that the closer you are, the more you can hear them. **The events of season 4 did NOT happen** I did also use some of the dialogue
Bold are Eddieâs thoughts; Italics are readerâs thoughts. (mind you, they are essentially hearing both sets of thoughts)
Eddie Munson x Fem Sunshine! Reader (Soulmate AU)
Fluff/Smut - Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Word count: 2070
REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Feedback is welcome if it's constructive!
Warnings: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! My blog is 18+, minors DNI, Smut, explicit language, no use of y/n, fem reader, unprotected sex (wrap it up people), Also reader doesnât go to the bathroom after (always go to the bathroom after sex guys), let me know if I missed any!
That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.
Since you had shared your past with Eddie, things had been really good. It had truly been this big ugly thing just looming over you and now that it was gone, this whole soulmate thing was finally starting to feel like everyone had explained.
Since that night, Eddie and you were inseparable, you spent nearly every waking second together. You had initially worried that his friends would grow sick of you pretty quickly, but thankfully that hadnât been the case. They had actually seemed quite fond of you.
Eddie had explained that they all liked you because you were just so lovable, but his friends had clued you into the truth behind their fondness. It could all be chalked up to the fact that you brought baked goods for everyone at lunch every Friday, you stood up for them similarly to Eddie, you were willing to chauffeur the younger kids around, and Eddie hadnât been so hard on them in Hellfire since youâd been around.
Speaking of Hellfire, you were super excited because tonight was the first night youâd be sitting in on a campaign. You had wanted to sit in before, but Eddie had asked that you hold off for a while. He had told you that there was a new campaign that he had been working on and he wanted it to be the first one you witnessed!
This campaign would span over a few weeks of Hellfire Club meetings, but the gist of it was that the guysâ characters were trying to take down an evil ruler, there were quests along the way.
 You went about your day as usual, going from class to class. Eddie utilizes his free period on Fridays to set up the theater storage room, but then he made sure to meet you at your locker to escort you.
As you approach your locker you see Eddie standing there waiting.
Ugh youâre so freaking hot!
I canât wait for you to finally see me be the Dungeon Master!
You couldnât help but let out a small giggle as you finally came face to face with him. He pressed a sweet and sloppy kiss to your lips and slid out of the way so you could put your things in your locker. After doing so, Eddie slipped his hand into your own and led you down the halls to the room.
âAre you ready for this baby?â He questioned.
âYes! I am so excited to see you in your element!â You gushed.
âOkay! Just uh, I can get a little intense, soâŚjust be prepared.â
âWhat? You, Eddie Munson, intense? You could never!â You feigned surprise.
âOkay, okay, thatâs enough! Letâs do this!â He laughed, nudging you into the room.
Eddie led you over to a chair sat right beside his throne at the head of the table. He gestured for you to sit down beside him and began organizing his notes as the boys began filtering in. The noise level rose significantly as each boy arrived. To anyone else, this wouldâve been headache inducing, but youâd grown so accustomed to it that it was like white noise at this point.
 You watched with careful eyes as Eddieâs nimble fingers flipped through pages and pages of notes for this campaign. Your breath caught in your throat as he passed a sketch of a beautiful heroine, she was ethereal, and the sketch drew you in.
Sheâs beautiful!
Sheâs you.
Your eyes flashed upwards to meet Eddieâs gaze. He held a finger to his lips in a shush signal and sent a wink your way. Next thing you knew he was commanding the attention of the rest of the group and informed them it was time to begin.
You were in complete and utter awe. Eddie was incredible, the way he commanded a room and just became the dungeon master. You couldnât quite believe what you were witnessing in this moment. And even more so, you couldnât believe what you were feeling. Especially in the apex of your thighs.
Eddie and you hadnât slept together yet, you had talked about it, how neither of you were virgins, but you both had wanted to wait until the timing was right. And well, if this is how your body was going to react to him, then you were hoping that night would come sooner rather than later.
âAndâŚThatâs a MISS! So sorry my friend. You guys should discuss how youâd like to proceed.â Eddie Exclaimed.
Why is this turning me on? What the hell is wrong with me?
Eddieâs gaze shot over to you, he immediately noticed how flushed your cheeks and chest were, how your eyes were glazed over and your breathing was slightly labored. He couldnât believe it; you were turned on by him being the dungeon master. In this moment he knew exactly why you were his soulmate.
You like that baby?
Your eyes met his, mortification flashing across your face. Eddie was quick to place his hand on your thigh to put your racing thoughts to rest. He gave you a subtle nod and leaned in close to whisper in your ear.
âItâs okay baby, as soon as weâre done here, Iâll take you home and take care of you.â He nipped your earlobe.
Eddie hollered at the group, prompting them to make a choice so they could continue the campaign. He told them they were nearing a good stopping point for the evening. And everything after that was drowned out by the growing arousal within you.
It felt like hours before the campaign ended. Before the guys were finally packing up their shit and Eddie was practically dragging you to his van.
He couldnât get you guys home fast enough. Everything was moving so fast and while you were excited for this to finally be happening, you wanted to savor it.
We should slow down. Fuck. I donât want to rush this.
âI was thinking the same thing.â You whispered.
Eddie pulled back and smiled at you. He grabbed your hand in his and slowly led you to his bedroom. The two of you sat on his bed and began making out, it was full of passion and love.
Eddieâs kisses began trailing down your neck as his hands began roaming your figure. Your hands moved up to tug at the curls hugging the nape of his neck. You couldnât help the growing wetness between your thighs, Eddie was truly skilled with his mouth, and he hadnât even made it to where you were most desperate for him. The effect he had on you; you were sure it was due to the fact he was your soulmate. It had never felt this wonderful before, it had never felt this right.
Ugh. I need you so badly.
âAll you had to do was ask sweetheart.â Eddie whispered against the planes of your skin.
He gently laid you back on his bed and you moved to take your shirt off. He pulled back to follow suit and before you knew it, your clothes were in a heap on the floor, leaving you in your panties with Eddieâs fingers toying with your slit. Eddie was down to his boxers, and you were palming his bulge through them.
Jesus, I feel like Iâm 13 againâŚabout to bust because of a little friction.
You couldnât help the giggle that escaped you. Eddie stopped his movements and brought his gaze up to your own.
âYou heard that then.â He asked.
âItâs okay Eds, I uh, I canât believe how good this is either.â You smiled.
Eddie nodded at you and captured your lips in a kiss. He wrapped his arms around you and the world began to fade away. You had heard rumors about sex with your soulmate, but thatâs all they had ever been until now. In this moment, everything you had ever heard about sex with your soulmate seemed to be an understatement.
Eddie gripped his shaft and directed it into you, pushing in with own swift thrust. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull and a moan ripped through your body. Eddieâs cock had been larger than any other you had taken before, in that initial thrust alone he had slammed into your g-spot, and every thrust after hit it again and again.
Eddie continued on like this, his stamina seemed never ending, the light that shone in from under the sheet covering his window had long since faded. The sounds outside had switched from children playing to crickets chirping.
Eddie pressed his forehead against your own your breaths intermingled as another orgasm ripped its way through your body. Eddie caught your cry with a kiss, his own moan dying as your lips met. Eddieâs thrusts began to slow along with your heartrates. Eddie turned the two of you, so you were on your sides facing one another, his cock slipping out as it softens within you.
You nuzzled your nose into Eddieâs neck, the smell of his skin lulling you into a deep sleep. Eddie held you close, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
I love you Eds.
I love you baby.
The morning sun is what woke Eddie, he looked over to where you were laid out sleeping. You were face down, your hair was cascading over the pillow, the sheets bunched around your hips. Eddie ran his fingers gently over your spine, he had been in awe of you. You were stunning even after multiple orgasms and a night of sleep; you were laid here next to him looking absolutely breath taking. You began to stir, and he couldnât help but smile at you.
âGood morning Eds.â You grumbled.
âGood morning baby.â He responded, âDid you want to shower really quick then go grab breakfast at Bennyâs?â Eddie asked you.
âMmm, that sounds amazing!â You smiled at him as you stretched your arms.
Eddie got up, leading you to the bathroom as he got the water started, he pulled two towels out from under the sink and told you to sit tight while he went to get a glass of water for the two of you to share.
Eddie looked over into the living room to see Wayne fast asleep on the pull-out couch. Eddie smiled to himself, this is his family right here, you and Wayne.
Once you and Eddie had finished showering, he led you back to his room to get dressed. He wore his usual black pants with a silver chain, a Metallica shirt, and his jacket. You looked over at him as you slid on your jeans and clasped your bra.
Where is my shirt?
âIs that it over there?â He pointed to a blue shirt crumpled over on his side of the bed.
âThanks!â You reached to grab it. âUh EddieâŚâ
âWhatâsâŚ?â Eddie looked over at you and then the soiled shirt that heâd clearly used to clean the two of you up last night.
Shit!
âSorry baby, let me grab you a shirt to wear!â He offered.
Ooh! Please give me that iron maiden one you wear all the time, it always smells like you.
Eddie smiled and reached into his closet to pass you the shirt youâd subconsciously asked him for. He slipped out of his room and let you finish getting ready for breakfast. As he entered the kitchen, he noticed Wayne sitting at the table sipping coffee while reading the paper. Â
âMorning Wayne!â Eddie greeted.
âMorning son. Is your girl here?â Wayne asked.
âOh uh, yeah. She stayed over, is that okay?â He asked.
âOf course it is son. Just make sure her parents are okay with it before it happens and be safe.â He warned. âSheâs a good kid Ed. I can see how happy you two make one another.â
âYeah, I really love her Wayne. I uh. Iâm gonna marry her.â Eddie confessed.
I am gonna make her my wife. As soon as I can.
My answer is yes Eds. Whenever you plan to ask, know that Iâll say yes.
Eddieâs face turned a bright shade of red as you came up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek to his back. You glanced over his shoulders to see Wayne sitting there.
âGood morning Wayne!â You smiled âYou ready to go Eds?â You asked innocently, your stomach growling. âUh, yeah babe. Letâs get you fed!â He laughed.
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Any feligami fic recommendations?
Felix is Fine by SortaArtsy
Felix wakes up sick, but is determined to keep it under wraps. Kagami refuses to be fooled. Feligami fluff. Implied past trauma/ abuse, though nothing explicit.
Set post S5 so there are SOME SPOILERS!
If you want a Felix sick fic, this storyâs the fic for you! I like how Felix and Kagami actually talk about why Felix is so determined to keep the extent of his illness hidden, what caused him to feel like he needs to do that, and Kagamiâs understanding about it. Colt sucks.
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to assess the equation of you by ThisKwamiNeeds-aNap
âIâm not a wanted fugitive,â she said, dryly.
âYou could change that.â
She wasnât sure if he was joking. Wasnât sure if she wanted him to be joking. She stared for a long second, as if she could read more into his intent in the pupils of his eyes. They stayed there for a long second, unblinking.
OR: FĂŠlix and Kagami try to talk about that after credits scene in Pretension
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the awful felix saga by chivalrousamour
It should be noted that FĂŠlix was not exactly the most normal of people. He was idolized by others and popular, yet never had many friends. His social skills mostly amounted to knowledge of how to smile and speak politely enough that people let their guard down around him. As a result of his tendency to ignore or hate most people, he only had the few loved ones, and he'd commit murder for them. Like literally commit murder for them. Several murders, even. He did not have good knowledge of boundaries or restraint.
So it should really say something that FĂŠlix, of all people, looked at Adrien's phone, and immediately said "oh, what's wrong with this guy."
Because, like, dude. Why did Adrien have so many pictures of a girl he wasn't even dating? Even FĂŠlix knew that cropping group pics to be just the two of them was a weird thing to do.
So this is part of a series. I put that series on my top ten completed fics of 2023 list. I think you can mostly understand what's going on here without reading the other fics in the series, but I highly recommend you do read them, because they're hilarious! But this fic should at least give a taste of the tone of the rest of the series and give an idea whether you'd like to read the rest.
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The Peacock and the Dragon by TheVioletThread
kagami reflects on love, past and present, lost and won. felix destroys everything he has ever loved.
This is a three-chapter story, with the chapters being mostly independent, rather than naturally leading into each other.
The first chapter is from Kagami's POV, delving into the mindset she's grown up with due to Tomoe's parenting.
The second chapter, on the other hand, is from Felix's POV and mostly follows his horrific backstory, the abuse he suffered at Colt's hands, and his mindset even after Colt died.
The third chapter goes over Amelie's life, how she thinks of being the one left behind to deal with her parents' expectations, how she does, in fact, abide by them, basically being sold away to the highest bidder, and the despair as she's unable to do what she was "purchased" to do: provide an heir to Colt.
There's some beautiful prose here and exploration for Felix, Kagami, and Amelie, I highly recommend giving it a look!
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one does not love breathing by @wackus-bonkus-maximus
All of Paris watched as Hawkmoth murdered Chat Noir, taking the Black Cat Miraculous for himself. Ladybug swears revenge, but her enemyâand every miraculous in his possessionâdisappear without a trace.
Six years later, a new team of villains launches an attack for the last remaining Miraculous: Volpina, armed with new powers; Queen Bee, with questionable loyalty; Argos, the new holder of the Peacock Miraculous; and Cat Walker, who Ladybug hates the most.
Takes place after S4 - Strike Back.
So this is mostly a Lovesquare fic, but there's lots of different perspectives here, including Felix's and Kagami's. They may not be the main couple, but they still have more focus and development here than you're likely to find in most other fics.
Which is especially impressive since Feligami was one of the major pairings in this fic even BEFORE the Miraculous season 5 bible got leaked. Wackus was clairvoyant on that front.
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biscuits & blowjobs
Pairing- Jack Daniels x ofc!SunDrop
Word Count- 750ish
Warnings- I apologize for the misleading title, there are no actual blowjobs. Only referenced and/or implied ones. But there are biscuits. And two idiots in love as per usual...
Author's Note- this is part of a longer story that I'll probably never finish (because I don't really want to) but I saw that cabin pic and it was pretty much perfection so yeah, here we are....for anyone following along, this is way way back at the beginning of things for these two.
He's seen behind the facade now, he knows there's more to you than the pencil skirts and the sky high pumps. But he'd never seen you looking as lost as you did standing there at his front door with your suitcases in hand, telling him you officially had a week before you had to report back to headquarters and you probably shouldn't, but you wanted to spend as much of it with him as you could.
So he'd done something impulsive and swept you out of the city and taken you to his favorite place- a simple little log cabin nestled in the Great Smoky Mountains.
"You didn't bring me here to kill me and hide my body did you?"
"It would've been easier to do that in the city, honey," Jack laughs.
You still haven't moved from the entryway while you take in your surroundings. Small kitchen with eat in dining, a decent sized living area taken up by a massive leather sofa facing a stone fireplace, stairs leading to a second floor loft area that you assume is the bedroom.
"So this is just- what? Your secluded little love nest? You bring all your conquests here?"
"No, this is just my retreat from the world, SunDrop. My safe space to be away from everything and unwind. Just peace and quiet. Besides family dropping by occasionally, you're my first guest. Ever."
"Jack....then why...."
"Because,â he sighs, coming back to where you still haven't moved and pulling you into his arms. âYouâve told me damn near a million times how much you hate the city and because you said this thing between us has an expiration date, right? So if we've only got a week, I don't want any distractions."
You don't even make it upstairs that first night.
You wake the next morning to the smell of coffee and bacon and peel yourself off the leather sofa to pad over to the kitchen where you're greeted with one of your new favorite sights- Jack in warm cotton and soft flannel cooking breakfast. The man makes the fluffiest biscuits and the best sausage gravy you've ever had in your life.
"You ready to share your biscuit recipe yet?" You ask, walking up behind him at the stove and wrapping your arms around his waist, going up on tiptoes for a second to kiss the back of his neck before stealing a piece of bacon and moving off to pour yourself a cup of coffee.
"Not even close, sunshine." Jack laughs. "Eggs and bacon will be up in a few minutes."
Coffee poured, you hop up on one of the stools at the island and spin around to take in the view from the kitchen windows and munch on your bacon. Extra crispy, just the way you liked it. Can't say the man hasn't been paying attention.
"So where are we?"
"Tennessee. Not too awful far from Gatlinburg."
"And what are we doing here?" You ask, spinning back to the island and watching him plate breakfast.
"Anything you want? The place is stocked up, we can stay in all week if you want."
"Hmm....tempting as that idea is, what are my other options?"
"Well, we could do the tourist thing- go wander around Gatlinburg or over to Dollywood."
"Pass," you say, wrinkling your nose in distaste. "Something more low-key maybe."
"Okay, it's the weekend so the farmers market is open, there's a flea market near by if bootleg DVDs and knockoff designer handbags are your thing. Couple antique mall junkhole places," Jack shrugs.
He'll take you to any and all of them, just to spend time with you. Time for playing it cool is over, every second counts and he wants to make the most of them.
"My sisters like all the little boutiques and shit downtown. And the drive-in should be playing something tonight."
"I've never been to a drive-in."
"What? None of the boys you dated back in highschool ever took you to the drive-in?" Jack asks, mock-offended. "What kinda red-blooded all American boy didn't take his best girl to the drive-in hoping to get lucky?"
"There was only one boy," you shrug. "And I guess he preferred his blowjobs in the back of an air conditioned movie theater."
Jack chokes on his coffee and you wink at him as you hop off the barstool and drop your dishes in the sink before heading over to grab your suitcase.
"You alright there, cowboy? I'm assuming the shower's upstairs? You're welcome to join me...."
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I woke up from the weirdest dream after falling asleep again this morning. Some idiot decided to redesign hockey jerseys and include buttons. Which of course the buttons popped off all the time and ended up scattered all over the ice. I dont know who thought up this idea, its terrible. Like the see through baseball pants only more dangerous cause players kept having to dodge buttons on the ice. then i went out to dinner with the pens, but first i had to sit down on the floor and tie my shoes. And geno grabbed my hand to help me stand up, and then dream geno held onto my hand the rest of the night. \o/
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Not Lonely Anymore
summary: You hear your roommate Bucky Barnes moan your name while masturbating and it changes everything between you two.
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
word count: 3K
warnings: 18+, dry jumping (brief), unprotected sex, daddy kink, metal arm kink, choking, teasing, dirty talk, no mention of y/n.
A/N: Hello hello! I present you the last part of my Lonely Night series. I am so grateful for your interest in the first two parts. I tried to keep my motivation up and give these two perverts a satisfying ending. I hope you will enjoy it as much as I did. Your feedback would be much appreciated.
You don't have to read the first two parts to understand what's going on but if you want to, please check my blog/masterlist for A Lonely Night and Same Lonely Night.
Thank you so much @notafunkiller for beta-reading and editing. Daddy kink and choking is for you âď¸
All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.
Read more tag starts after the second paragraph of the story.
You canât take your eyes off Bucky while you're processing what has just happened. Your eyes roam around his face and bare chest before falling on his shorts. His erection is pressed against the waistband, carefully hidden away from you but the wetness forming on the fabric betrays Buckyâs intentions. You canât contain your smile, but Bucky doesnât see it. Heâs too lost in his own thoughts, and when your eyes meet, you realize he is worried and embarrassed. He opens his mouth, wanting to say something in order to end this awkward silence, but you beat him to it.
âDid you just say my name?â It comes out so calm, you even surprise yourself.
You know he did. You heard it with your own ears loud and clear. Thatâs why you dropped your glass after all. But it was that shocking to you. That unbelievable! So you just want him to confirm it. To make it real and assure you that really happened. Maybe then you will be able to believe it.
âI- I can explain.â You notice the cold sweat forming on his forehead.
He seems like a scared kid who got caught doing something he shouldnât do. And itâs probably because he thinks he might lose you. You would feel the same way if he was the one who caught you masturbating just an hour ago. God, that would be mortifying, but now that you are on the other side of the equation, all you feel is excitement.
The realization eventually sinks in: he wants you. He actually wants you. That gives you a level of confidence you never had before.
You take a step forward and close the distance. Your lips are on his before he can react. You wanted to do this for a long time, but you had been unsure if he would have wanted it or not. You have a clear answer now, so thereâs no need to hold yourself back. It takes him a second to respond to you, but you donât hesitate. You just keep kissing him and it wakes him up like he has been hibernating for a long time.
His hands wrap around your torso and he pulls you closer. His fingers are digging into your hips like heâs trying to convince himself this is real, and he tilts his head just enough to deepen the kiss. His tongue gently slides into your mouth and that makes you moan for the first time. His lips, his tongue⌠He tastes so sweet. You just canât get enough of it. It makes you crave him even more, and you donât know how that is even possible.
Suddenly you push him, hoping to get him back inside his bedroom, but he doesnât move an inch. He just gives you a dazed look, trying to understand why you did that.
âWork with me. Just move back.â You sound impatient, and he finally understands what you are trying to do.
âFine.â He raises both of his hands like heâs surrendering, with a smile on his face, then he takes a step back and lets you push him further inside the room. You continue until the back of his knees hits the bed and he falls onto it after one final push.
âIs that what you wanted?â He sounds amused.
âYeah.â You straddle him without missing a beat, getting comfortable on his lap while he pulls you in for another kiss.
This time it feels a little different. His hands are on your cheeks, holding you still while his tongue explores your mouth. It is the most passionate kiss you have ever had in your life. His erection is standing right there, between your legs and you canât help yourself⌠You canât stop that urge thatâs slowly building up and why would you? Youâre on his lap, finally doing this. Thereâs no need to stop yourself from doing what you want. So while he tastes you however he wants, you start to move your hips. After a couple of tries, you find the perfect spot and both of you moan nearly at the same.
He stops kissing you for a second just to take a breath, but he still holds your cheeks with his big hands and looks into your eyes. Itâs like heâs afraid you might disappear. You have no plans of disappearing or stopping, though. You keep moving your hips and watching his eyes flutter every time you rub the right spot. It feels good even with the fabric between you two. Yet itâs not enough.
âWe should get rid of your shorts.â
âAnd your panties.â
You raise yourself on your knees, just enough for him to push his shorts down, but you don't give him enough space to take them off completely.
âI donât wanna use any protection. Do we have to?â
âWell, we donât have to, but we might need to.â Heâs not sure how fertile he is. Itâs not like he tried it before, so itâs quite risky. All he knows is he has a lot more come than an average man and thatâs a problem when it comes to using condoms. They are practically useless.
âIâm on the pill.â You quickly clarify. You only asked the question to see if he was comfortable with the idea or not.
âThen we definitely donât need to.â Oh, heâs definitely comfortable. The way he just said it is enough.
He grabs his cock while you pull your panties aside without wasting any time, and you lower yourself onto him while balancing yourself with one arm on his shoulder.
âThat impatient?â He taunts you, but he chokes on his words as soon as he feels your wetness. The head of his cock rests between your folds while you answer him:
âAre you not?â You sound relatively normal. Then you keep talking while taking him inch by inch. âWould you rather fuck your fist and fantasize about me?â
He wants to answer you. He wants to say something, but being balls deep inside you makes it harder to do so. He just lets out a low groan while grabbing your ass to ground himself.
Youâre not so different from him. The way he stretches you pulls a pornographic moan out of you. You sit still for a second, trying to get used to this feeling. You canât remember the last time you felt this full. It makes you shiver even without moving. You take your time and he just waits, patiently until you get used to the sensation. After a couple of seconds, you feel confident enough to move.
âReady?â
âYes.â Thereâs a bit of hesitation in his voice, but you donât notice it because you are lost in the feeling of finally being so full. All of your senses are overwhelmed by it.
You arenât sure if itâs going to hurt because heâs definitely the biggest you have ever had. So you move your hips slowly and test the waters. Thereâs something there. Some kind of discomfort. You canât say you feel uncomfortable, you just need to get used to his size. So you keep moving because thereâs this promise of pleasure hidden behind that discomfort. You can nearly taste it and it keeps you going. While trying to figure out the best way to move, you donât realize Bucky is watching you, carefully. Heâs trying to read your expression and see if you are okay. Heâs ready to take up the reins or just stop if thatâs what you need. His hands gently roam your body, discovering little details about your skin. Like how many moles you actually have.
âNo rush. Take your time.â He sounds more like himself, much more confident than before.
You moan because of his words. His voice is deeper and it makes your blood rush. You start to move a little faster and notice how the discomfort slowly fades away. He notices that, too while grabbing your tits with both of his hands. One is colder than the other, and the contrast is dizzying. You lean into him, just to feel him a little bit more, and his grip on your tits tightens.
âGod, so fucking pretty!â
Before you can say anything, his mouth is on your right nipple. You feel his tongue flicking over and over again while his other hand rests on the other breast. Then he sucks your nipple into his mouth, letting his teeth graze over it. You grunt because of the mixed sensations. Just when you are about to protest, he lets out your nipple and moves on to the other one. He gives it the same treatment. A mix of licking, sucking, and biting until you canât contain your movements. Your hips start to move so much faster, making both of you moan loudly.
âGod, I wanted to do this for ages!â The words spill out from your lips without much of a thought.
âYou did?â He doesnât miss a beat.
âYeah.â Thereâs no point in hiding it anymore, is there?
âDoes this mean I am the daddy?â
His question catches you off guard, and you just freeze in the middle of the action.
âYou⌠heard me.â It comes out more like a question rather than a statement.
âWhy do you think I was masturbating?â
It takes you a couple of seconds to process what he's just said. He actually heard you. You never used his name, but it doesnât change the fact that he witnessed something so private. Something you really wanted to hide from him, yet the idea of him hearing you also sets you on fire. Instead of submitting to the urge to get all shy, you decide to ask him what you actually want to know.
âYou heard me and instead of making a move, you decided to fuck your fist?â
âWhat was I supposed to do? Knock on your door and ask if I can replace your dildo?â
âYeah. Sounds great to me.â You keep moving your hips fast while talking. âOr maybe you are too shy to take what you really want.â
âShy?â He blinks a couple of times.
âYou donât seem shy but maybe you are. Maybe you are a submissive little boy who wants to just lay here and take whatever I give you.â
You watch his expression change into something so different. Itâs not particularly dark, but it feels like it. Before you can say anything else, he just flips you over. Your mouth falls open when your back touches the bed. Instinctively, you try to wrap your legs around his torso, but he doesnât let you. Instead, he pushes your knees back to your chest.
âWhat are you doing?â Your amazement is evident in your voice.
âTaking what I really want.â It takes a lot of effort to hide your smile. You canât believe your taunting worked that quickly. âTell me if it gets too much and I will stop.â
âOh, I doubt that.â
He waits for you to finish talking and then he starts to move. Your mouth falls open once again but this time, itâs not because you are surprised. Itâs because you canât believe how good it feels. Itâs completely different than how it felt when you were on his lap. He reaches deeper inside you in this position, and his hands are still on your legs, pushing you further into the bed. You let out another sinful moan.
âWay better than I imagined.â
âIs it?â A smile lingers on his lips. âFeel free to be as loud as you want.â
âDo you want us to get kicked out of this apartment?â It takes every ounce of strength in you to form this sentence without stuttering. Itâs so hard to talk like you arenât getting railed.
âNo, I just wanna hear you call me daddy.â
You canât help but moan. Shit, he really heard everything. You feel so exposed, but somehow it doesnât bother you. Is he actually into this? Who couldâve guessed?
âIf you want that, you gotta work harder than this.â
âAsk for it.â
âHarder, please.â He waits for daddy to come out of your mouth, but it doesnât. You really meant what you just said, he needs to earn it.
So thatâs exactly what he does. He starts to pound you, just the way you fantasized. He manages to touch every part inside you and fills up in a way that makes you wanna cry. Your moans get louder with each thrust.
âOh fuck! Oh fuck!â Your ears start to buzz. You can feel that your orgasm is close.
âTalk to me, doll.â
He wants to hear you, and you donât feel like holding back anymore.
âIâm-Iâm so close, Bucky.â
âWhat do you need?â His question is instant. You feel that heâs ready to do whatever you want.
âNothing. Absolutely nothing.â You take a deep breath just to be able to keep talking. âJust keep going. PleaseâŚâ Your voice comes out so pathetic, but you canât brush off the urge to beg him. He would like that, wouldnât he? You did it while masturbating and he got a hard-on just because of you. âPlease, please, please.â
Your words make him groan like he is struggling to contain his excitement.
âI really need it, daddy, pleaseâŚâ
âFuck, baby.â You feel him losing control. His thrusts are sloppier but he notices that, too. His metal arm moves on your chest and rests there. You donât know if heâs trying to keep you still or ground himself. Then he looks directly into your eyes, trying to see if that makes you uncomfortable or not. It definitely doesnât. Quite the opposite, you need his hand on your neck, and you gently grab his metal hand and move it on your neck without breaking eye contact. You watch his eyes widen with the realization.
âAre you sure?â You nod in response, but itâs not good enough for him. âWords, baby. I need actual words.â
âPlease.â
That does it. His fingers tighten around your neck, pressing right against your veins, careful not to crush your windpipe.
âYess.â Your head is thrown back. This is exactly what you wanted.
The way heâs choking you snaps something inside you. It intensifies everything you are feeling at that moment. Your whole body suddenly starts to shake, and it surprises you. You have never reached an orgasm this quickly before.
âYes, yes, yes. Oh god, yes!â Your voice comes out hoarser than usual.
âLook at you.â He taps his fingers on your neck while he keeps moving. âMy pretty baby. So good for me.â
You only moan in response, already too lost in the waves of your orgasm. Itâs running through your whole body like electricity.
âLook at me! Look into my eyes.â He sounds so commanding and you listen to him even though itâs so hard to do it. He looks like heâs about to lose it, too.
âCome with me. P-please.â
âYou want me to come, baby?â He asks in a way that makes you wanna cry out even more. Like he wonât come if thatâs what you want. He will keep holding back until you say so but you donât want that. You want him to enjoy this as much as you do.
âPlease, daddy. Come with me.â He groans in response. You clearly see how your words affect him, especially calling him daddy. You canât believe how much heâs into it.
He stops holding back and starts to move in a way that makes you scream. So you do that. You canât contain the noises you make when he moves like this. You grip on his sheets, letting him ruin you for any other man.
âFuck! Such pretty sounds⌠You like it that much, baby?â
âYes, yes. So good, daddy.â You slur at the last part. You donât care. You donât care about anything when he makes you feel like this.
âFuck, you take me so well.â You can actually hear that heâs close. âI-Iâm gonna come, oh fuck.â
âYess!â You have been waiting for this. You want it so badly. You wanna see him come. You want him to feel good, all because of you. You want to witness a part of him that he hides away from everyone else. It feels like owning a part of him. So private and primitive, but you donât care. You need this.
He lets out the most guttural moan right before starting to come inside you. He doesnât stop, just keeps the same pace, emptying himself inside you.
âTake it, baby. Take it! Itâs all yours.â You know what heâs talking about. His come is already dripping out, yet heâs not done coming.
It looks like he lost his damn mind, but itâs the hottest thing you have ever witnessed in your life. You are so fascinated by him even though you are still coming yourself. That's why you force yourself to keep your eyes open and watch him while your high slowly fades away. Yet he keeps going. His hands are gripping on your tights, pulling you into him every time he moves. His come is dripping on your ass, to the sheets. Itâs so messy but feels out of this world.
After a couple more thrusts, he collapses on top of you. His head rests on the crook of your neck, and you feel his heavy breathing on your skin. You donât mind it, though. He doesnât let his whole weight crush you. Always so thoughtfulâŚ.
Your hands go to his hair, gently stroking it. That makes him move his head and look at you.
âWe shouldâve done this before.â That makes you wanna laugh, but instead, you just give him a huge smile.
âYes, we should have. It was amazing.â
Suddenly he moves away from you, leaving you completely empty. It makes you whine instantly. You miss the fullness and the warmth of his cock already.
âWhere are you going?â You give him a confused look while raising yourself on the bed. âCome back here.â
âNot was.â He kneels right next to the bed, in between your legs, and moves his head closer to your dripping core. âIâm not done with you, baby.â
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Omg could we get another part of animagus cat reader and Sirius? Maybe theyâre napping together and the boys try to take cat reader as a joke/because theyâre curious while sheâs sleeping and she suddenly transforms back as they pick her up LOL. Sirius is grumpy to be woken up/have their special time now exposed hehe
part 1
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Sirius's bedcurtains are drawn, a clear sign that James and Remus should grant him some privacy.
Unfortunately, James Potter has never been one to take hints, and Remus strictly stays out of their shenanigans. It's only when James gasps with the entire capacity of his lungs that Remus peers curiously over at the bed in the corner, intrigue piqued when he finds a newly familiar form curled up on Sirius's chest.
"That cat!" James hisses, and he's particularly lucky that Sirius is laying on his side with your chin nuzzled over his ear, or the boy would have heard him. Instead, it's you that wakes, eyes blinking open wide as you stare at the men staring back down at you.
"Hi, darling," Remus hums softly, reaching out a tentative, scarred hand to hover it near your nose. You don't need any time for inspection before butting your head up against the heel of his palm, and he grants you a warm chuckle and scratches behind your ears. When you're not transformed, the feeling of someone toying with your hair is entirely unwelcome. But now you lean into Remus's touch, slumping relaxed once more over Sirius's ear.
"Stop hogging her," James urges, sticking his own hand less ceremoniously beneath your nose, "I want a turn."
Remus concedes with an exasperated grimace, but lets James take over anyways. He's lucky that you're you and he doesn't even know it, because if he'd tried petting any other cat by jamming his fingers into their neck, he'd be walking away with several scratch marks on his arms. But you forgive him as he tries petting you too similarly to how he pets Sirius in the man's own animagus form, all riling strokes and heavy-handed pats. You let out a soft mewl of protest when he tries picking you up, and Remus mutters something about you being the most patient cat in the world.
"Just leave her alone, James," Remus warns his friend, "Her patience is gonna wear out."
He listens for only a second, then decides he knows best.
"S'alright, Moony," He promises his friend, over-confident and too eager for affection he hasn't earned yet, "She's layin' all over Sirius, clearly wants a cuddle. You snooze, you lose, now it's my turn."
James's hand slides to your underbelly, an area you're not fond of being handled at in this form. Annoyance surges through you, prickling at your fur and making you long for the smooth expanse of your human skin again, an urge that you give into without much thought when James tries prying you off of Sirius's face.
There's a lot of noises at once. A pained yelp from Sirius, when you form suddenly weighs a lot heavier on him than it was when you'd laid down. A 'woah!' from James as your fur gives way to soft skin beneath his hands which he quickly retracts. A soft gasp from Remus who hadn't been expecting the rather unpleasant sound of transforming between bodies.
Two sets of eyes regard you with incredulity, and one blinks slowly beneath you, laden with drowsiness.
"It's you," James breathes, an air of amazement in his voice that shouldn't be there; after all, he's an animagus as well. Surely he should have noticed shifty behavior or a change in mannerisms from you. All of a sudden your preference for Sirius's softer, fluffy sweaters makes sense.
"Yes, it's me." You huff exasperatedly, perched precariously on Sirius's once-sleeping form. He's not pushing you off but you're sure it's not comfortable, so you slide yourself in front of him instead, easing back against him and letting him spoon you.
"Cat's out of the bag," Sirius rasps sleepily beside your ear, and you don't have to look at him to know he's grinning at his rather pitiful joke, "Did he try to pick you up?"
"Right around the stomach," You gripe, glaring at James while Sirius wraps his arm around the very portion of your body you'd just forbidden James from touching, "Like a toddler."
"For the record," Remus calls, "I was nice to you."
"I was nice too!" James gawps, "I just wanted a cuddle."
"Get your own girlfriend," Sirius drawls lazily, his face buried against the back of your head, and maybe it's a biting statement considering one Lily Evans is still firmly opposed to the presence of James in her life. Sirius knows, and amends it, "Or crawl into Moony's bed. I don't care, "Jus' keep your hands off m'girl."
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hi! i was wondering if i could request your thoughts/drabble on how the 141 would react if a mission went awful and you were left in the hospital with amnesia! like the reader wakes up and has no memory of her teamđĽ˛
if you arenât taking requests atm or this doesnât fit with your writing, i completely understand and you can ignore this! just wanted to say i binged your masterlist and absolutely love all your writings! keep up the amazing content <3
the 141 when you have amnesia
note: AAA TYSM FOR REQUESTING THIS!!!! and ty for reading my stuff, it means a lot!! i had so much fun writing this it's unbelievable, this concept is just so JUICY,,, i really hope you like it!! <3
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warnings: established relationship, angst sadness and depression wow i did not mean for this to get so sad
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[part two]
price
âš he would undoubtedly blame himself for what happened to you. as your captain, it was his job to keep you safe and make sure you came home in one piece, and he'd failed you there.
âš weeks and weeks go by as he waits endlessly for you to wake up, and with every day that ends with you still unconscious, he feels his resolve slipping just a little bit more.
âš he holds himself together as well as he can, keeping his head high and projecting confidence that you'd be okay, if only to keep the team's spirit up. they still needed their captain, and he'd be damned if he failed them too.
âš behind closed doors, however, he's a mess.
âš john drinks, a lot, so much that itâs irresponsible, but the image of you, beaten and bloody and barely breathing haunts him every time he closes his eyes. he locks himself in his office, away from the others and ignores their concerned calls through the door.
âš he visits you, only when it's late and there's no one else around to hear him whisper apologies to you with a lump in his throat. he confesses to you like a sinner, all the things he wishes he'd done differently, how he'd put himself in your place in a heartbeat if it meant you'd be okay.
âš other than those nights, he does his best to stay away from the infirmary. itâs selfish, but he canât bear to see you in such a fragile state.
âš heâs in his office when you wake up.
âš the nurse finds him on his second drink of the night, and no sooner than the news leaves her mouth he's pushing past her and rushing to the infirmary. he bursts through the door, startling you and the other nurse with you.
âš "hey, sweetheart." heâs by your side in an instant, taking one of your hands in both of his as he gazes lovingly into your eyes. it feels like it's been an age since you've looked at him, the sight of your eyes alone almost has the dam behind his own breaking.
âš youâre staring back at him with a somewhat lost expression, but johnâs so relieved that youâre here, that you're back, it slips his notice.
âš he leans over to press a kiss to your forehead, like he's done hundreds of times before, but you stop him by placing your other hand on his chest. he pulls back with a concerned frown, finally noticing the unsure look you're wearing.
âš the nurse briefly explains that some memory loss is common for the amount of head trauma you sustained. he should've expected something like this, in fact it's a miracle you made it out with just memory loss.
âš "i'm sorry, can you tell me who you are?" you ask meekly, looking back at him with an apologetic look in your eye. you look guilty, like it's your fault this happened and not because of his own shortcomings.
âš john's heart sinks at your words, but he's careful not to show it. amnesia can be temporary, he knows that, he just has to jog your memory.
âš "i'm john," he smiles as warmly as he can through the panic in his chest, lifting his left hand to show you the wedding band on his finger, "your husband."
âš your jaw falls open, your eyes wide as you look between the ring, his face, and the nurse behind him, who simply nods in confirmation of the captain's words.
âš "you'reâŚ" you mutter, disbelief taking over your voice, "my husband?"
âš you take his left hand in yours, bringing it closer to your face and examining the wedding band, a tiny smile pulling at one corner of your lips.
âš "yes, love," his chest rumbles with a chuckle, grasping your left hand and showing you the matching band on your own finger, "we're married."
âš "seriously?" you ask, comparing the rings on your fingers and looking back up to him with an almost comically surprised face. john nods again, his moustache tilted with an amused smile.
âš "been together for nearly seven years."
âš "how the hell did i convince you to marry me?" you mutter. at that, he lets out a real laugh, bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.
âš "think i should be the one askin' that question."
gaz
âš kyle takes it harder than anyone.
âš he visited you once, at the first opportunity when you were stable enough to not require constant observation, but the sight ruins him. you looked so weak, nothing like how you should; your cheeks were sunken and your skin has a sickly sheen to it, and there was nothing he could do to help you.
âš he couldn't stand it.
âš he becomes so easily irritated, a hair trigger just waiting to snap. the others want to help him, but he won't let them get close enough to try. any mention of your name has him shutting down, leaving faster than they can finish their sentence.
âš he barely sleeps, spending most nights curled up in your bed with his tears soaking your pillow. he surrounds himself with your clothes, things that smell like you, but your scent eventually fades and he just feels so alone without you.
âš price finds him like that one night, sitting on the floor with his back leaning against your bed after throwing up from crying so hard. he hauls kyle up by the collar of his shirt, and forces him to meet his stern eyes through the tears.
âš "pull yourself together, garrick! they need you to be strong for them, how d'you think they're gonna feel when they wake up and see you like this?"
âš after that it's like the spell is broken, and he realises just how pathetic he's been acting. in the weeks you've been out, he's only visited you â his partner â once. you'd never forgive him if you knew.
âš from that night onwards, he visits you at least once a day, filling multiple vases around your bed with beautiful flowers and making sure they never wilt.
âš he got 'get well soon' cards for you too, having each of your teammates, and even kate, sign one to decorate your room.
âš you wake up surrounded by life and colour, physical evidence of how much he loves you that puts a smile on your exhausted face, even if you don't know who left them.
âš he's off base when you wake up, picking up a fresh bouquet for your room. his phone rings as he's leaving the florists, and as soon as he hears the nurse's voice he's sprinting back to his car, throwing the flowers onto the passenger seat and racing back to base.
âš he bursts through the infirmary doors to see you standing with the help of the nurse, your legs wobbly but your face determined. he almost breaks down in the doorway.
âš when you look up and meet his eyes, he feels his heart stutter in his chest. he rushes towards you, the new bouquet slipping from his fingers, and almost knocks you off your feet with the how hard he embraces you.
âš you let out a small 'oomph' as he squeezes you, hesitantly wrapping your own arms around his torso. he sniffles into your shoulder, a few tears wetting your shirt despite his attempts to hold them back.
âš "hey, uhmâŚ" your voice reaches his ears, hoarse with disuse, "are you okay? what's your name?"
âš "what?" kyle lifts his head, pulling back to mirror your confused gaze. "babe, what're you on about?"
âš the nurse pulls him aside, leaving you sitting on the edge of your bed as she explains your amnesia to him.
âš you really didn't remember him. his heart withers in his chest, the pain of losing you all over again spreading to the ends of every limb.
âš "no, no no noâ" he mumbles, stumbling back over to where you sit and cupping your worried face so gently, like you'd break if he was too rough. "please, love, you have to remember"
âš you cover his hands with your own, a few tears falling from your eyes and rolling hot against kyle's palms. "i'm sorry, i want to remember, butâŚ"
âš "please, i love youâŚ"
soap
âš johnny spends every free moment at your bedside.
âš he talks to you, tells you stories about everything that's happened since you've been asleep; the time ghost burnt dinner and set the fire alarms off, a robin that landed on the windowsill of your shared room, anything that comes to mind.
âš sometimes he plays your favourite songs, sitting on the end of your bed softly humming along, praying that you'll hear it and come back to him.
âš most often though, he draws you. he fills page after page of his sketchbook with sketches of you; the peaceful look on your face as you lay next to him, memories from before the accident, the two of you together â though he always puts infinitely more detail into you than himself.
âš similarly to the captain, johnny stays positive about your condition, refusing to even entertain the idea of you not waking up. he's optimistic, and so good at hiding the anguish of being without you that even ghost is fooled by his facade.
âš he won't let the others worry about him. you're the one in the hospital, you're the one that deserves their sympathies, he has to stay positive for everyone so they don't worry, so you have something familiar to come back to when you wake upâ
âš in reality, he's living in denial. he's on the verge of a steep mental nosedive, and if he looks past his delusions for even a second, he's afraid he'll spiral into a pit he won't be able to claw his way back out of.
âš so he continues to live like that. he has one-sided conversations with you, going on for hours as if you're talking back to him. he brings you your favourite meal when the mess hall makes it, putting it on your bedside table so you can reach it and clearing it up the next day when he comes back.
âš when you eventually, finally wake up, he's already there with you.
âš it was late, and against the nurse's wishes he'd climbed into your hospital bed with you, an arm around your shoulder holding you close his chest while his other hand doodles away in his sketchbook.
âš you let out a small sound and shift against him, and his heart skips a beat under your ear at the realiseation that you're back.
âš any lingering tiredness immediately disappears from his mind, as he throws his sketchbook carelessly onto the side table and wastes no time in gathering you up into his arms and bringing you into a crushing hug.
âš a groggy, surprised noise leaves you, the sound of your voice lighting up johnny's face with a smile so wide it aches. he loosens his hold just enough to hold the side of your head with one hand, gazing into your eyes like you were the only person in the world.
âš "there y'are, bonnie, i missed you so much,"
âš he presses his lips to the top of your head, his eyes glassing and his heart full with how relieved he is that you're awake.
âš "...what's going on?" you mutter, your eyes darting all over his face and to the room around you with a confused furrow in your brow.
âš "lemme call the nurse," he replies with an easy, comforting smile, reaching somewhere behind him for the call button.
âš while you wait for the nurse, he helps you sit up, adjusting the pillows behind your back so you can sit comfortably, all the while rambling about everything and nothing all at once.
âš "you should've seen gaz's face, darl, it was pricelessâ"
âš "i'm sorry, i⌠i dont remember youâŚ"
âš nothing has ever shut him up quite as effectively as those words.
⚠"wh⌠what? stop messin' about, bonnie," he chuckles, desperately searching your eyes for the humour that was missing. when you only shake your head in response, the smile fades from his face and quickly morphs into concern.
âš "sergeant mactavish, how many times do i have to tell you to get off the bed!" the nurse exclaims as she enters the room. he doesn't get down though, just fixes her with the most intense look he's ever worn.
âš "why don't they remember me?"
âš the nurse explains that an injury like yours was bound to cause some lasting damage, but amnesia was more often than not temporary.
âš "i'm sorry, i wish i could remember youâŚ" you mutter, dropping your gaze to your lap as he turns back to you.
âš johnny exhales deeply, finding a great sense of comfort that you'll most likely get your memory back. he gently tilts your chin up again so he can stare deep into your eyes.
âš "don't apologise, that just means i get to woo you all over again, bonnie."
ghost
âš simon would be destroyed.
âš while you're knocked out its like he forgets how to be human. he eats, sleeps, and breathes on autopilot â like a robot with a function, no feeling, just keeping himself alive until you wake up.
âš it worries the others, price especially, but the walls around his heart are expertly crafted, and without you by his side he sees no purpose in lowering them.
âš when you do wake up, the first thing you see is him, sitting at your bedside with his hand enclosed around yours. his eyes are closed, but he's still very much awake, in fact he finds himself unable to rest anywhere but in the chair by your side.
âš the way you try to pull your hand from his brings him back to the present and alerts him to your consciousness. his eyes snap open in less than a second, already glassy with the pure relief he feels now you're back.
âš but you're looking at him differently. where there would once be soft affection, now he can only see confusion, and worst of all, panic.
âš and there's fear in how your shoulders bunch up, but simon tries his best to ignore that thought.
âš "hey, you're alright, darlin'," he coos, as gentle as he can manage, pushing the rising dread to the back of his mind.
âš he presses the button to call the nurse, letting go of your trembling hand bringing it up to your shoulder. your worried gaze flicks to his arm and back to his face, which makes him pause in his tracks.
⚠"who⌠who are you?"
âš simon's waited so long to hear your voice again, but hearing those four words from you shatters his heart into pieces.
âš no.
âš you didn't forget him. there was no way.
âš "it'sâŚ" he swallows hard, blinking rapidly to hold back the tears threatening to fall. "it's me, love, it's simon."
âš you're still looking at him with that same anxious expression, and he curses himself when he realises he's still wearing his balaclava. he practically rips it from his head, dropping it to the floor without a care for where it fell.
âš your eyes study his bare face, tracing over every crease and scar, the mess of hair on top of his head, and finally landing on his desperate eyes.
âš "i'm sorry, iâŚ" you look guilty, the subtle shake of your head hurting simon like a knife to the chest. "...do i know you?"
âš the silence that follows your words is unbearable.
âš you really did forget him.
âš all the time you'd spent together, the memories you shared, the love you had; it was all gone, just like that.
âš suddenly he felt like the walls were closing in on him, he couldn't get enough air and his skin was crawling with the need to escape.
âš at that moment, the nurse comes through the doors, startling simon into standing from the chair and stumbling backwards. he never takes his eyes off of your guilt-ridden face. you didn't know him, not anymore, and that meant he was all alone again, with no one to care for him and call home.
âš the emptiness in his chest was enough to make him want to rip the hair from his scalp.
âš the nurse says something, stealing your attention from him with words he's too overwhelmed to listen to. he takes the opportunity to back away, disappearing through the doors with a hand covering his mouth, fighting the urge to throw up.
âš it was a miracle to two of you got together in the first place â simon didn't know if he could get you to love him again.
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You let out an annoyed sigh as you laced your fingers across your midsection and on top of your duvet, your thumbs absentmindedly tapping against each other. Your eyes darted to the right to see that he still hasn't moved at all, no reaction from him as he slept peacefully next to you, the sun that shone through your white curtains illuminating his face so beautifully.Â
You furrowed your eyebrows and looked away from him and back up at your ceiling, a small huff leaving your lips. You continued to tap your thumbs against each other for a few more moments only to abruptly stop as an even louder sigh left your lips. You quickly turn your head to face him when you hear the familiar sound of the blankets shift, and a grumpy frown comes across your face when you see him snuggle into his pillow, instead of waking up and asking you what's wrong like you expected him to do.Â
The more you stared at your oblivious and sleeping boyfriend, the more annoyed you got. His beautiful brown curls were all over the place ⸺ a physical testimony to how he can't stay still even in bed. Those beautiful curls that girl had the nerve to run her hands through. His cheek was squished against your baby pink pillow, soft breaths leaving his slightly parted lips. The same lips that smiled down at the girl and kissed her forehead . . . you couldn't believe it when you saw it.Â
Well to clarify . . . you didn't see it. You dreamt it . . . But that's not the point!Â
You looked away from your sleeping boyfriend and to your left where your bedside table was, your pink cloud alarm clock showed that it was 7 in the morning. You and lando both refused to be up so early on days off like today, but while your boyfriend was sleeping peacefully ⸺ you couldn't find yourself being able to go back to sleep after the dream you had.Â
You rolled over on your side facing lando and leaned up on your elbow, you still had a grumpy frown on your lips as you stared down at him. You had to stop yourself from bringing your hand down and softly brush his curls out of his face and remind yourself that you were in fact upset with him. How could you not be after what he did?Â
You used your free hand and moved it towards him, pulling the blanket down from covering his shoulder before poking him right in the ribs. Your first poke got no reaction since it was too soft, so your second one was much harder and the only reaction you got was a groan leaving his parted lips and him moving to lay fully on his stomach instead of laying on his side. You ignored the awe you wanted to let out when he does that adorable nose scrunch as he snuggles deeper into your pillows.Â
âLandoâ you hissed his name but the only reaction you got from him was him turning his head away from you, a dramatic and offended gasp leaving your lips at the action. You glare at the back of his hand and fully sit up. You bring your finger up to his shoulder blade and his cotton t-shirt did nothing to protect him from the feeling of your relentless poking.Â
âDarling if you poke me againâ Lando grumbled groggily as he lifted his head up from the pillow and turned to face you, his eyes were barely open and he had a red hue and a few line marks from your pillow on his face, all signs of having a great sleep ⸺ a great sleep you interrupted, any other morning you would have felt bed . . . but today was not one of them.Â
âYou're what?. . . going to cheat on me again?âÂ
âWhat?â Lando choked on his own spit, his tone filled with confusion and grogginess. He pushed himself up on his elbows, the movement causing the blanket to fully fall off his back and you to feel a cold chill on your bare thighs; your sleep shorts not helping against the morning chill. He rubbed his eyes with the heel of his palms and turned his head to look at you, his eyes narrowed âWhat on earth are you talking about ⸺ are you feeling sick? Because you are talking madâÂ
You slapped his hand away from your forehead that he was trying to feel for a fever and glared at him as you crossed your arms over your chest. âWhat's sick is what you let her do . . . would you stop staring at my tits!â You trailed off into a shout once you noticed your boyfriend's eyes staring down at your white lace camisole covered chest.Â
You gasped dramatically and pulled the pillow out from under his elbows and used it to cover your chest âI bet you couldn't keep your eyes off her tits! Could you?â your tone was accusatory, and your grumpy frown turns into a sad one at the thought, you held the pillow tightly to your chest for some comfort. Lando loved your boobs . . . it hurt to think that he was staring at someone else's.Â
âDarling, i have no idea who this she isâ Lando said as he moved to sit up, his fingers in air quotes as he says âsheâ. Lando moves closer to you and gently pulls down the pillow you stuffed your face in and continues speaking, your words had chased away any ounce of tiredness in his body âBut i can assure you, that your boobs, your wonderful boobs may i add, are the only ones i stare at.â
âYou cheated on me, i am not going to fall for your sweet words landoâÂ
âWhen did I cheat on you hmm?â Lando questioned you, tilting his head with a hum. He knew for a fact that he has never and will never cheat on you, so he was confused and concerned why you were passionate that he did. You were too upset to notice the concern in your boyfriend's tone and you were quick to answer him âIn my dream! You let her run her hands through your hair and down your chest and then you had the nerve to kiss her forehead!âÂ
âWait wait wait . . . your dream?â Lando cut your rant off, a look of disbelief on his face from your words. This was all because of your dream? Lando thought. And even though Lando felt the tiniest of annoyance from being woken up so early, he couldn't help but find the situation and the way you were acting . . . adorable. âYes, my dream, keep up lan!â you rolled your eyes in annoyance and lando let himself relax back in bed, laying back down and pulling you down with him. You reluctantly let yourself lay on your side, facing him.Â
âYou're annoyed with me?â Lando muttered as he rested his chin in the palm of his hand as he stared at his girlfriend, blinking away the sleep in his eyes.Â
âClearlyâÂ
âFor something that I did in your dream?â He had to stop himself from smiling when he asked you, he didn't know why it was so attractive to see you jealous about a dream. You noticed his lips twitching up into a smile for a few seconds before falling into his resting face. A dramatic scoff leaves your lips, and you are quick to turn your back to him, upset that he wasn't taking this seriously.Â
Lando smiles and scoots closer behind you, sliding his arm around your waist and resting it under the pillow you were still holding against your chest, using his strength to pull you back snug against him. You wanted to complain and push him off, but you couldn't help but let yourself sink and relax in his warm embrace. Lando who was still leaning up on his elbow looks down at your side profile as he speaks softly âIâm sorry i did that darling, dream me is very stupid it seems.âÂ
âBut that was just a dream because I promise you, you are the only girl I want. The only girl whose tits I want and do look atâ Lando leaned down as he trailed off into a whisper, your breath hitching when you felt his warm breath against your neck as he whispers in your ear. Lando slipped his hand under your camisole and softly traced random shapes on your stomach as he continued to whisper âThe only forehead i want to kiss is yours.âÂ
You bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling at your boyfriend's words, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing his sweet talking was in fact working. Lando moves his hand out from under your top and softly places two of his fingers on your jaw, gently using them to tilt your face towards him. Lando has a small pout on his very kissable lips as he looks down at you âBaby please don't be mad at me because dream me is an idiot, you know Iâd never do that to you.âÂ
âYou're right . . . you are an idiotâ you whispered back with a small nod as you adjusted your body to lay on your back. You lifted your hand to brush back some of Lando's messy curls from his face as he looked down at you. Lando's eyes fluttered closed for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of you playing with his hair before he opened them and looked down at you with a big smile âYou mean dream me, right?âÂ
You shrugged playfully, the corner of your lips tilting up into a cheeky smile. Lando gasped dramatically, faking shock and hurt at your words. You thought he was going to bring his hand to dramatically put over his heart like your dramatic boyfriend has done before, when you saw him move it from your chin, but instead he rests it on the pillow right next to your head; caging you in between his body and the bed.Â
You locked eyes with your boyfriend and before you could question why he was smirking down at you like that, he was leaning down and leaving a big smooch on your cheek. He quickly moved to your other cheek, then he littered kisses all over your face. Making sure that he kissed every inch of your beautiful face. âEww lan morning breathâ you whined out as you tried to cover your face with your hands, worried that he would smell your breath.Â
âMy girl thinks Iâd cheat on her with some random girl from the club ⸺ morning breath is the last thing on my mind right nowâ Lando whispered as he swiped his thumb across your bottom lip before moving it up to tuck some of your hair behind your ear and out of your face. You smile softly as you hear him say âmy girlâ. You whisper with an embarrassed sigh as you think back on the morning you two have shared âI've been pretty dramatic haven't I?âÂ
âYou're so adorable you know that right?â Lando grinned, completely ignoring your question. Yes, you were, but he wouldn't change anything about you at all. He wouldn't change anything about this morning. Because he woke up with you by his side. You smile and bite your lip, absentmindedly fidgeting with the bottom of Lando's shirt âMind telling me that again?âÂ
âI promise to tell you that every day for the rest of our lives.âÂ
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omg!!!! can we pleaseeee get a part 2 of come over w abby it was literally the best thing i have EVER read ilysm for making that, i didnât know i needed it until nowhdjjsh <33333
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synopsis; abby ran away. but she couldnât keep herself away from you for too long.
cw; +18 content! minors dni!, party, drinking, smoking, drug usage (weed), mentions of other girls, jealousy, hickeys, teasing, arguing, public! touching, kissing, making out, hate and needy sex, tit and nipple play, dom! abby x sub! reader, fingering (r! receiving), cursing, hair pulling, chocking, strap on usage (r receiving), recording with phone, cum eating, mommy kink, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, praising, praise kink, possessiveness, squirtingâŚ
you can feel her eyes on you. you were sweaty, dancing in between that pile of college students that needed a getaway for the weekend. you had so much alcohol on your veins, mind fuzzy and skin warm. she looked good. with a pair of green cargo pants and a tight fucking black shirt. her shiny blonde hair was down on her back, and in between her fingers stood a blunt, a glass filled with alcohol on the other hand. she was resting against a wall, two of her friends talking.
she was supposed to be paying attention, but she couldnât catch a word when you looked like that. the party was filled with pretty girls of all years, but jesus christ, none of them took her breath away like you did.
after that night, in which she had finally been able to make you moan her name, to have you on her sheets, she had ran away, leaving before you would wake up to god knows where. now it had been a week, a week in which youâd seen abby with all types of girls.
you couldnât help but scoff at it. of course. you were furious. confused. but at the same time you couldnât help but want to kick yourself. it had been that easy. as easy as a little call and sheâd had you dicked down. had she lied? had she just used you? you were pretty much the last girl she had not yet fucked from the whole school. maybe she just wanted to complete the list. well, now it seems like you were just one more of them.
your whole body had burned. snapping at ellie when sheâd dared as ask what had happened. you couldnât tell her that you had fucked abby anderson, even less that you had liked it.
you were burning up.
your pride eating at you to not stare. to forget about that night. and you had tried. tried multiple nights to forget about her, but al you could do would be roll on your sheets with the reminder of her touch. of her tongue.
you could cum with her name on your tongue. it was awfully easy. and you hated her to her guts for it.
abby did too. she had caved fucking in. she had gone and fucked you. she had promised herself she wouldnât. ever. you were trouble. you made her feel things she didnât like to feel. you made her smile when no one else was watching with your little stupidities âshe was always staring at you, you just wouldnât see itâ, and made her want to punch herself at the many times you left her awake not being able to take you out of her head.
she could still remember the jealousy of the first years of high school. when cute boys and girls would approach you. she so knew you should be hers. but she was supposed to hate you. she had to. she couldnât like you. not you. you couldnât give her butterflies and make her go weak in the knees with just a smile. she wouldnât have it. wouldnât accept it.
but you had cracked her. you seem good at it.
the thought of ellie williams in between your legs, her fucking place, had made it impossible to not beg you to come to her. to tell you what she felt. she needed you. and each day, each second was torture. she was meant to break. you had broke her.
with your sweet fucking voice begging for her, your soft moans and your taste. she had tasted heaven. a very dangerous drug. and she couldnât get addicted.
of course. she had girls asking for one night everywhere, but not even the prettiest one of them all could make her forget about you.
at how beautiful youâd sounded. how good you had taken her cock and made her cum.
she couldnât ignore you. couldnât fucking make herself turn to who she was before it all.
your dress was rilling up, soft plush of your thighs showing for her hungry eyes. there was alcohol shining on your lips. and she wanted to lick it off. she was high out of her mind.
but she knew. she knew she couldnât go another day without it all.
you looked so hot on your tiny dress and high heels, sweat shining on the skin that she had branded before. she wandered if you worn anything underneath. if youâd gone out to try and drip for someone else.
she couldnât help it. she wasnât really paying attention to the girl that had been staring and talking to her through the whole night. her eyes were on you, and that fucking girl.
you didnât knew where your friends were, you didnât actually care with the buzz in your head and the soft kisses that some girl was leaving on your neck. her hair was soft, short, brown. and her eyes were dark. she was beautiful. and you were desperate. it was easy to fall on her arms with the need to forget abby.
but suddenly. there was that pine scent, and those warm hands gripping your hips. you felt on your back the hum of a harsh âgo.â and next thing you knew was that ava was disappearing.
your blood was boiling as you turned around to face anderson. abigail fucking anderson. with her hooded eyes, sharp jaw and big arms. the alcohol was quickly evaporating from your blood. you pushed away. âwhat the fuck anderson?â
âanderson?â she inquired. âwhat happened to âabbyâ?â she smirked and you rolled your eyes. âi liked that better.â she leaned in, and you gasped when she got a grip on your hips, pulling you against her. âeven more when you were moaning it.â your body shivered at her words, warm on your ear. âwhoâs the girl, hm?â she inquired, and you scoffed.
âcould ask you the same, donât you think?â she gritted her teeth, and you looked into her eyes. she was staring at the hickeys decorating your neck.
âwhat? you jealous sweetheart?â she inquired you, and your stomach jumped at the nickname. you could remember her telling you to cum, fucking you harsh and deep. âwhy donât you come all over my dick, hm? let me see you fall apart.â
your cunt throbbed, and you felt your slick pooling in between your lips. fuck. no. not again.
âiâm not the one coming back to you.â you muttered on her face. and you saw a vein pop on her neck. suddenly, there was a a harsh grip cupping your jaw. she was close. so close you could almost taste the weed off of her lips.
âcareful.â she warned, voice low. so low your knees almost wobbled, your throat almost got ripped with a whine.
âor what? youâre gonna beg?â you pushed her. again. just a little further. just a little more. and thatâs all she needed to finally do something about it.
the hand on your jaw circled your neck, tugging you against her lips. she groaned on your mouth, and you whimpered, her tongue pushing inside as her fingers left bruises on your hip. the kiss was angry. all teeth and tongue. she felt the same. she still made your hands shake as you pulled on her hair, still made your chest tighten up and your stomach drop.
âfucking brat.â she growled, kissing down your neck, biting over the hickeys glowing on your skin. she needed to put hers over them.
âfucking dick.â you answered.
âyeah, iâm sure you miss mine, huh?â she chuckled on your ear. âfucking you open. you looked so pretty crying on it. so sweet beggingâŚâ you moaned, your hips thrusting against hers, feeling the bulge of her strap under the denim.
âshut the fuck up.â you seethed.
âwhy donât you make me, pretty girl?â
you did as soon as your mouth was crashing against hers. she grunted, biting down on your lip.
âoh fuck abby.â
âwas killing me seeing you with that girl. couldnât stop thinking about her fucking you like i did, getting the chance to see how good you look when you cum, make you cryâŚwas driving me crazy.â she confessed, making you whimper. âjust wanted to come here and fuck you with my fingers. show her and everyone here who you belong to.â you moaned, her teeth nibbling at your neck, her free hand now on stomach, trailing down your stomach. âyouâd like that baby?â you nodded. âi beg you would.â you whinedwhen her hand cupped your throbbing and dripping cunt. the distance in between you so little no one could see as she pushed your panties aside, thick fingers spreading your lips and glistening in your arousal. âfuuck. youâre soaked, doll.â she smirked, at the gasp you let out, at the way your thighs clenched. âis it for me?â she inquired and you nodded. âwords.â
âyes, abby, fuckâŚâyou sighed, your hips thrusting against her touch.
âupstairs.â she ordered, tugging from your hand and making you whimper when her fingers left you. she was quick to find an empty room on the second floor, pulling you inside and closing the door. it felt like the next breath you took came from her lips. she tasted like weed and alcohol. so sweet and bitter.
âtake this off.â you begged, pulling from her black shirt, and she was quick to push it over her head, toned stomach and chest exposed for you to see, her tits perfectly cupped by her sports bra.
âyouâre drooling.â she smirked and you rolled your eyes.
âshut up and fuck me.â
âfuck i missed you.â she muttered against your lips, and you whined. âyou and that fucking mouth of yoursâŚâ her tongue pushed against yours, spit dribbling down your chin as you let her pull from your dress, leaving you in a cute set of lingerie that had her almost falling to her knees.
you were pulling and pushing at each other, ending up on the double bed, your legs at either sides of her thighs, straddling her lap.
her hands where on your hips, her lips on your breasts. you were grinding down against her, looking for some kind of friction, relief.
âwasnât the other girls enough?â you teased her, although you needed her so bad you were hurting. in answer she pushed down your bra, taking one of your nipples into her mouth as she left a harsh spank on your ass.
âwatch your mouth.â
âwatch yours. last time it ended on my pussy.â
she scoffed, and now she was pushing your panties aside, fingers meeting the amount of slick that now soaked your cunt. you hissed. âyou mean this pussy? the one dripping for me?â all breath got punched out of your lungs when she harshly and suddenly plunged inside two of her fingers, starting to quickly thrust and curl into you, hitting your g spot over and over again. you moaned. âwhat?â she teasingly asked, looking at the way your mouth hung open and your eyes squeezed shut. âwhat was that?â she smirked, seeing how easy you became a babbling mess for her. the wet squelches of your pussy filled her ears. you were so tight and so warm inside. âthatâs what i thought.â she whispered against your chest, biting and sucking one of your nipples.
âoh fuck abby.â you cried out. you were already so fucking close it was embarrassing, hips thrusting against her fingers so they could reach deeper.
âthis is my pussy, not yours. you hear? mine.â she growled, and you moaned. âsay it. tell me itâs mine.â
âitâs yours, abby. yours. fuck!â
she cooed. âlook at you. what is it, princess? so obedient⌠got the brat fucked out of you?â you whimpered, feeling your walls fluttering, your g spot being tortured by her thick fingers. âyouâre so close already⌠so close to cumming all over my fingers, arenât you baby?â you nodded. âcome on, be a good girl and give it to me.â you let out this low moan as you followed her words, soaking her fingers in white strings that made her groan. âthatâs it. atta girlâŚâ so warm⌠she fucked you through it, making you make this little choked out sounds that had her soaking her boxers.
you were a mess, all flushed and droopy fucked eyes with glossy bitten lips, watching as she pulled her fingers out and pushed them inside her mouth, humming at the taste. you pulled from her, kissing her, her tongue letting you get a taste of yourself. she turned the two of you around, and one of your hands palmed her strap, making its back bump against her clit and her groan. you kissed her neck, biting and sucking on her skin. âoh fuck.â she sighed, bucking her hips onto your touch.
âabby, fuck me pleaseâŚâ you tugged from her pants, and she nodded âyou didnât need to ask her twice, she was almost panting at the thought of fucking your pussy on her cockâ, kissing you as she quickly got rid of her pants and underwear, the strap already on and low on her hips. it was big, and had a lot of ridges. you almost drooled.
she didnât wait to align herself with your entrance, lubing the tip of the strap with your cum to push inside. your back arched, the sting of her cock stretching you out inch by inch making you let out this beautiful whimper that had abby feeling dizzy. âfuck. pussy taking my cock so good. iâm gonna shape you to my dick. gonna ruin you for anyone else. youâre mine.â she pulled back, your tight walls sucking her in before she would thrust inside up to the hilt, bruising your cervix.
you screamed her name. she was relentless, groaning as the back of the strap would brush against her throbbing clit, her slick making it easy to glide through her puffy folds. you two looked like animals in heat, your hips fucking against her in need for âmore, more, moreâŚâ
abby groaned, you were basically fucking yourself on her cock. using her to get off. and fuck if that didnât turn her on.
she took her phone from her pants, the flash of the camera recording making you hum.
âlook at you. riding my dick. desperate little thingâŚâ you moaned. she was pointing the camera exactly to where your cunt stretched around the strap, to the mess you were making of her cock and your thighs due to how fucking wet you were. âi should send this to the whole fucking school. make them know who you belong to, hm?â you moaned, the thought of it turning you on so badly you almost came, nodding.
âyes, abby, fuckâŚâ
she groaned. âtell them. tell them who you belong to.â your back arched at the feeling of a light slap against your clit, making you cry out.
âyou! you!â
âthatâs fucking right. youâre mine.â her thrust became harsher, the sounds of your cunt engulfing her cock making your thighs shake. it was embarrassing, how much you were enjoying this. how badly you needed her. âfucking mine.â your tits were jumping with every thrust of the snap of her hips, your voice breaking at the feeling of the tip bumping against your g spot over and over and over againâŚ
you were a babbling mess, slurring her name. âabby, abby, abby, abbyâŚâ
âwhat is it, baby? gonna cum? gonna be a good girl and cum for mommy?â she smirked, biting down on her lip at the broken whine you let out. âyou like that? like to be mommyâs good girl?â you nodded, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when her fingers found your clit. âthen cum. cum for mommy.â
you let out a scream, your high hitting you so hard your ears rung. it seemed to never end. it just got bigger and bigger and bigger as you soaked her cock, your moans getting higher as you rode the best orgasm of your fucking life.
âholy fuck.â she threw away her fucking phone. she wasnât thinking about sending that video. no fucking way. it was for hers to fuck her cunt when sheâd get horny. it was hers. you looked so desperate. no one else could see you like this. she wouldnât let them.
âmommyâŚ!â you whimpered when her thrust only became harder, her hands gripping your hips in a bruising hold that had you begging it would leave marks. she grunted, feeling her high getting closer as well. âtoo much! itâs too much!â you cried out. you were so sensitive, coming non stop on her dick, your back arched and nipples swollen due to her sucking. you looked so fucking beautiful it hurt.
âtake it.â she growled. âstop being a cry baby and fucking take it.â you gasped when one of her hands pushed down on your stomach, on the bulge her cock made. âcan you feel it? feel how deep iâm in, baby? how deep iâm fucking you?â you were crying, it was too much. but at the same time not enough. you babbled her name, pushing on her hips. she manhandled you, choking you down onto the mattress. âstay fucking still.â the lack of oxygen and the feeling of her strong warm hand pressing just the right spots made you fall apart.
âabby, iâm gonnaâŚ!â you tried to warn her, but before you could, your thighs were quivering and you were screaming as you squirted all over her thighs and strap, soaking the clothes.
âfuuuuck.â she groaned, looking at you fall apart, cumming over and over and over again. your nails dug on her forearms. âgonna cum, baby. gonna fill you up.â she grunted. âgonna fill this tight little pussy with my cum. gonna leave you dripping for a fucking week.â she was a babbling mess. she was so close. so fucking close. she could feel it growing on her lower stomach, the back of the strap rubbing against her puffy and swollen clit.
you nodded.
âplease. please. cum inside. need it inside.â you pleaded, and thatâs what made it for her.
abby soaked the back of her strap with a moan, rocking her hips to help the two of you ride your orgasms in between moans and whimpers.
when it finally was over, after what felt like hours. her hips came to a halt, deep inside your cunt. she was panting on your neck, sweat coating your bodies. you two were speechless. fucked out of your minds.
she kissed you. deep and slow. wet. her tongue was warm and lazy into your mouth.
âi meant it.â she muttered against your lips, looking straight into your droopy teary eyes. âyouâre mine.â
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Simple Math / Part Eleven
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Ghost/Soap/female reader
6k words - AO3
Warnings-tags: 18+ MDNI. Graphic depiction of domestic violence. This fic contains mature themes. Mention of pregnancy. Nurse!reader, hospital setting, medical inaccuracies. Bun is in pain, goes to a doctor. Dissociation. Lots of despair, fear, anxiety. The 141 reunites. Nightmares. Comfort. Tenderness. Angst.
Welcome home.
âKnock knock.â
âBunny.â Johnny murmurs, lifting an arm, urging you close, a moon to a tide.
âHi.â You bend, moving into the hug, pressing your face to his neck for a quick second before straightening.
âI miss ye.â You survey him, glancing at the monitor, the brace on his leg and hip, the disconnected fluid line. Heâs doing well. Youâre so relieved to see it with your own eyes, ribs rattling with a long exhale. Satisfied, you smile, tension bleeding from your spine.Â
âSimon says youâre terrorizing your night nurse.â
âAm not. Sheâs jusâ not gentle, or quiet. Wakes me up.â
âThatâs her job.â He scoffs, waving you off. You settle in the chair at his side, and he takes your hand in his, lifting it to his lips, dotting kisses across your knuckles. His affection is freeing, sweet and easy, a warm breeze on a spring day. It overflows your heart with warmth until you think it might spill over, and you go with it, following his lead, even though your better judgement, the girl in the mirror, wails.
âYe look good. Better. Swellinâ gone down?â He cradles your chin, turning your face from left to right, inspecting with a crystal-clear sapphire gleam.
âYeah, my shoulder is still sore but⌠yeah. I feel better.â
ââm glad. Simon keepinâ ye off yer feet all day then?â
âOh my god.â You laugh. âHe keeps telling me to lay down. Or asking if I want to take a nap.â Johnny chuckles.
âSounds right. Heâs a bit oâ a mother hen, that one. He cares though, we both do.â
âI know.â You squeeze his hand. âAnd I missed you too.â
âHe said ye anâ him had a nice chat the other night?â Your cheeks burn. Oh god. Did heâŚÂ âIâm a wee bit jealous.â He complains, turning his nose up and away in a mock pout, and you roll your eyes.
You laid in bed all night and thought about these moments. Thought about Simonâs mouth on yours, his hand on your ass, squeezing and stroking. You thought about how he tasted, how he smelled, the way he looked at you, like you were a part of their world, a piece of them.
And you thought about Johnny. Johnny alone here, Johnny trapped in the hospital, healing, unable to leave or even get out of bed. How anxious he must be, being separated from his family, how frustrating it is to spend so long trying to get better.
You wanted to give him something. Wanted to make him feel better, see him smile.
Here goes nothing.Â
Leaning, standing, you dip into his orbit, lightly bumping your noses together. It takes no time until his good hand is around the back of your neck, crashing your mouth into his, and he breathes you in, holding you steady, tongue and teeth and lips swirling together in a ubiquitous, overwhelming haze. He tastes like summer rain, the feeling in the air before a giant storm, electric and blazing, brilliant glow transferring between the two of you, lightning striking a mountaintop. He nips your bottom lip, heat flooding your stomach, and you pull away slowly, his eyes jeweled and shimmering, brilliantly blue.
âBunny,â You try to swallow a quiet giggle and fail. âIâll have to tell ye Iâm jealous more often.â
âDonât take advantage.â You playfully scold.
âMe? Take advantage?â He pretends to be outraged, voice piquing higher, and you laugh again. âHow can I take advantage when âm the one stuck here in this bed while ye two are at home, playinâ house, takinâ couch naps and gettinâ butt rubs. No one cares about Johnny, no-â
âShhh.â You press your lips to his, silencing him, remaining in the kiss thatâs long and soft and saccharine. He sneaks his tongue back between your teeth, mischievous and wild, every bit the man youâre drawn to, an attraction you canât fight.
âWell.â Simon clears his throat from the doorway, brows raised, mask snug. âHope Iâm not interrupting.â You donât know why, but you fly backwards, nearly stumbling, cheeks on fire. You feel like youâve been caught doing something you shouldnât, and that feeling, the pit in the bottom of your stomach, is all too reminiscent.
It frightens you.
âWhoa, hey.â Johnny tries to snag a finger around your wrist, but you step out of the way.
âItâs alright.â Simon moves inside fully, clicking the door shut behind him. âYouâre not in trouble. Nothing is wrong, I was just kidding. Thatâs my fault.â You shake your head.
Heâs not mad. Johnny is fine. Everything is fine.Â
Youâre overreacting. Youâre making a mess of this.Â
You shouldnât even be doing this in the first place. Whatâre you doing? Who are you kidding?Â
âIâm s-sorry.â You stammer, hands wringing together anxiously.
âYe dinnae have anything to be sorry about.â Johnny protests, still trying to reach for you.
Get it together. You have to get it together.Â
You close your eyes.
Deep breath. In and out. You can do it. Just breathe.Â
It works. Youâre steadier, and you meet their watchful gazes as your eyes open. Â
âYou okay?â Simon murmurs, moving very slowly to the other side of the bed where youâre standing, like heâs approaching a spooked, scared, wild animal.
âYeah. Sorry. Just⌠had a moment. Iâm fine.â Not entirely true, but thatâs alright. You feel a little unsteady, a little unnerved, and Johnny frowns.
âYe should sit.â
âIâm fine.â
âBunny, please. For me?â He bats his eyelashes, and you want to groan.
But you lower yourself in the chair all the same.
Quiet falls over the room. Itâs awkward and stiff, and you curse yourself for ruining the moment.
âHey.â Simon soothes, reading your mind. âHey, youâre alright. Everything is fine.â You nod, unsettled. He squeezes your good shoulder and dips past you, leaning to press a gentle kiss to Johnnyâs brow, before dotting his nose and pushing their lips together. Their kiss is long, languid touch melting away to expose their connection, trust and love on full display. Delicate and rare, their affection makes your heart flutter, pulchritudinous whispers given to one another as Simon holds Johnnyâs hand, stroking a familiar pattern into his skin, something similar to the way he touches you. âHow are you feeling?â
âFine. Wish theyâd let me out of this bloody bed.â Johnny grumbles. You clear your throat.
âTheyâre waiting on your wrist. Once your wrist can support your weight on crutches, then youâll be able to start PT and be released.â
âAch. I know.â Heâs frustrated, itâs clear. You know itâs not easy, being here, being separated, stuck in a hospital.
âIt wonât be too long.â You try to reassure him, and he nods, still a little forlorn. âHere,â you stand with a burst of confidence, knocking his arm with the back of your hand as a direction, âscooch over.â
His eyes light. Simon laughs.
You fold yourself onto the edge of the bed, turned on your side, curled along where heâs the least banged up, careful of the sensitive graft lurking beneath his hospital gown.
âThere. That better?â His good arm wraps around you carefully, settling on your ribs, a thumb tracing the wrinkle of your shirt.
âAye, much better.â Your knees are bent, and cool air ghosts over your lower back, where your shirt has ridden up and exposed your skin. You shiver.
âCold?â Simon murmurs, and you nod. Heâs close, hovering, pulling a blanket up from the end of the bed to cover both you and Johnny. He tucks it around the two of you carefully and leans forward, pulling his mask down again to brush his lips across Johnnyâs brow.
You watch in a daze. They donât speak, but thereâs something happening between them, something being said in their eyes as Simon holds his face briefly, and Johnny nods.
They both look to you, your bottom lip caught between teeth.
âWant one too?â Simon hums, cupping the back of your head. âHere.â He kisses you, lingering in it, heat of his naked mouth still a shock to your system.
Johnny is beaming, and cuddles you as close as possible, cheek resting atop your forehead.
They make you dizzy. All of it feels like some kind of dream, a world impossible, a fantasy suddenly turned real life. Youâre on the verge of spinning out of control inside it, losing yourself.
It doesnât help that everything youâve done over these last few years, this identity, this life, the work that went into hiding and planning and saving and scraping, trying to stay unseen and unnoticed-
Was all for nothing.
âBunny?â Johnny whispers, bringing you back to them. Simon is settled in the recliner, the same one from the ICU room, but his arm is stretched past your head, fingers playing idly in Johnnyâs very long mohawk.
âSorry. Iâm here.â
âWhere did ye go?â He tightens his hold, and you snuggle in closer, hiding away from everything bearing down on you, the pain and the panic and the doubt. You hide your face from it, refuse to acknowledge it, desperately trying to stay in this moment, hoping to just be⌠be here with them. In the sun.
âNowhere.â Â
A day passes. Then another, and another, and another. Your face nearly looks normal, puffiness and swelling practically gone, and your neck aches less and less with each passing day.
Your shoulder, on the other hand, is a problem.
It never stops hurting. You struggle to get your arm through your shirts, can barely lift it, can't pick anything up, and itâs so sore, tender, and stiff, like itâs been dislocated or worse, broken. Youâre worried, worried about going back to work without a full range of motion, worried about being in pain.
Worried about being even more permanently damaged than you already are.
Just another tally mark. Just another thing you must live with now, a permanent remnant of him, a forever reminder of just how foolish you really are.
Youâre weak. Youâre stupid. Youâre damaged.Â
The pain breaks you down. It prevents you from sleeping, keeps you twisting and turning through a roil of dark dreams. It depresses you, sinks its teeth into your flesh and gnaws on the pieces touched by the sun, the parts of your heart still beating, somehow.
It reminds you of everything youâre desperate to forget.
It all comes crashing down one morning. The despair. The helpless feeling brewing in your stomach. The loneliness. It keeps you there, in bed, in agony, past breakfast.
It keeps you there, until you hear the creak of the stairs, a firm knock.
âIâm coming in.â Simon advises, trying the door, cracking it enough to stick his head through.
Youâre crumpled in the middle of the mattress, pillows strewn about from trying to find a comfortable position, tears already dried. Your shoulder hurts so bad, and you donât know why, donât know why itâs not getting better, not healing.
âHey, sleepyhead.â He sits at your side, hand resting on your hip, inspecting the worry lines, the frown tugging at your lips. âWhatâs going on?â Guilt swamps you.
âItâs nothing, my shoulder just kept me up, so Iâm a little tired. Thatâs all.â You paste on your work smile, forced and believable, but he only shakes his head.
âDonât do that.â He thumbs your brow. âI think you should see a doctor.â
âN-no.â You canât. He doesnât understand. Theyâll want to take x-rays. X-rays lead to questions.Â
He never takes you at face value. Always pushing. Always digging, looking you over. âWhy not?â
âItâs⌠itâs not necessary. Iâm fine, itâs probably just a deep bruise.â
âYouâd be experiencing less pain if that was the case.â You raise an eyebrow. He shrugs. âI know a little bit. We all have basic medic training, and Iâve been reading up, for when Johnny gets home.â He pats your hip. âLetâs make you an appointment.â You shake your head.
âNo!â Itâs too sharp, too insistent, and he freezes. You wince. âIâm sorry. Itâs just-â
âYou canât go to a doctor.â He finishes, like he knows. âTell me why, sweetheart.â You take a shaky breath.
You canât. You shouldnât.Â
Sunlight taps against the iron thatâs encrusted around your heart. It knocks, wanting to be let in. It searches for weakness, places of opportunity, slivers of space where it can find its way.
Your mouth starts moving before you give it permission, like it knows this is where youâre headed, no matter how hard you fight, no matter how deeply the survivorâs logic is ingrained in your brain.
âIt⌠itâs not safe.â
âIt creates a trail.â He surmises, and you nod. For a wild moment, you wonder if heâs a plant. If theyâre a trap, designed to get you to lower your guard, fabricated to encourage you to trust, to love, just so the jaws of Philipâs cruelty can close around you at the most opportune moment.
They wouldnât. Theyâre not. Youâre being ridiculous. Youâre paranoid.Â
âWeâll make it under my name. Our primary is service member focused, and very discreet. Youâll be safe.â He makes it hard to argue, even though you want to. You should.
âI- I donât know.â
âI canât stand to see you in pain like this.â He rebukes, and then smiles softly, eyes lighting up. âBesides, Iâm going to need your help. Johnnyâs coming home on Friday.â
âHe is?â You push upward. âReally?â
âReally.â Heâs beaming, radiant sunshine spilling from his lips, and it makes you emotional, seeing him so happy, so weightless. âHe passed a strength test on his wrist this morning. He needs a few days of PT in hospital, and then he can do it outpatient. His care team has signed off, and heâs ready.â
âOh my god, thatâs great!â
âIt is. But I want both of you on the mend, not just one. Please.â It doesnât take much more for you to concede, unable to find an excuse or a good enough reason, one heâs not able to combat.
âAlright, I guess.â
âSimon. Good to see you.â The doctor extends his hand and Simon shakes it readily, keeping his body positioned between you and the physician, one hand still on your knee.
Heâs had a hand on you for the last half hour. Youâve been rattling on the exam table, shifting and fretful, disquieted energy spilling forth since he coaxed you into the car this morning.
âDr. Fitch.â
âThis is my patient?â He motions to you, and Simon stands to the side, concentrating, eyes focused above the mask. You give your name, and the provider repeats it with a warm smile.
âHi, Iâm Dr. Fitch.â You raise your good arm to shake his hand, and he pulls the rolling stool underneath him, taking a seat opposite Simon at your knee.
A warm palm flexes at your lower back. Itâs soothing, comforting. Â
Iâm here, it says. Youâre safe.
âSimon says youâve been having some shoulder pain?â
âYeah, I had⌠I had an injury. Thought there was some soft tissue damage, maybe some minor bruising, but the pain is too persistent.â
âMind if I take a look?â He points to the side youâre clearly favoring.
âSure.â Itâs not comfortable, to have another manâs hands on you outside of your job. Thereâs no trust there, no familiarity like there is with Simon and Johnny, and your body knows it, practically vibrating as he walks his fingers up your scapula. Simon stays close, still with a hand at your back, watching intently.
Dr Fitch holds your elbow, and slowly lifts your arm until youâre telling him to stop, pins and needles radiating through your shoulder and up your neck.
âI think we need an x-ray so we can really see whatâs going on.â Your fingers curl, nails digging into your palm.Â
Fuck. Â
âI⌠I think I just need a sling, or an immobilizer for a few weeks. Give it some time to heal.â You try to protest, but he shakes his head.
âI canât be sure of any of that, without an x-ray.â Oh god. You think you might throw up.
Heâs right, though. You know heâs right. You know no good provider in their right mind would sign off on a treatment plan without knowing the extent of an injury. Heâs not going to let you dictate what you need.
âBun.â Simon murmurs, and you blow out a rough breath.
âOkay, fine.â
Dr. Fitch is grim when he reappears almost an hour later, throwing the films up for both you and Simon to see.
You spot whatâs soured him immediately, and thereâs a sharp intake of breath behind you, the tell-tale sign of Simon noticing it too.
âThis side of your body has seen a lot of trauma.â The doctor says gently. Heâs not unkind, but still clinical. The kind of provider youâd like you work with, you think. âThese old injuries, your clavicle, acromion, even this break in your ulna, make your scapula a very delicate part of your body. I think an MRI would show a fair amount of cartilage damage in these areas.â He motions around your joint, and you close your eyes.
You canât do this.Â
If Dr. Fitch sees your unease or panic, he pushes past it. âYou have a rotator cuff tear. The good news is, itâs not surgical. I recommend physical therapy for injuries like these, along with activity modification and lots of rest. I want to do a corticosteroid injection for your pain as well. Today, if youâd like. Youâll need to rest your arm for twenty-four hours afterwards, make sure youâre not lifting anything or moving itâŚâ He continues, but you lose track, lose focus, staring at the vinyl tile, weird grey and pink and green patterns all worked together to make some of the ugliest floor youâve ever seen.
You zone out. Lose yourself. The films mock you, their ugly, horrific images hanging you out to dry, showcasing the truth, the reminders youâll never be able to escape.
The pieces of you, changed permanently.
Itâs hard to look at. Hard to think of.
Youâd rather be considering survival. Counting your cash and researching new places to live. New communities to disappear inside, a new life to assume.
Itâs easier to run.
You canât look at Simon. Can't bear the shame. Can't believe he's seeing this, your nightmares on display.Â
You keep your eyes fixed on the wall.
The girl in the mirror is falling apart. She despises being confronted with your failings, your weakness, the results of your stupidity.
Itâs far less common now, these mistakes. These slip ups.
But beforeâŚÂ before⌠they indulged Philip in a beautiful game of cat and mouse. You made it fun, made it exciting. A wolf with his prey. Playing with his food before he eats. Before he strings it up and breaks its collarbone because he likes to hear it scream.
Simon is talking to the provider, asking questions, receiving answers. You can barely hear him. Youâre underwater.
The only thing that tethers you to the earth is the hand on your back, the warm, gentle, broad, grounding pressure.
Thereâs more conversation, and then Dr. Fitch is vacating the room.
Is it time to go?Â
You try to stand on autopilot, but Simon holds you steady.
âWeâre going to do the steroid, for your pain.â He drifts into your line of sight, pulling the mask down. âBunny, look at me.â
When you canât, he follows your gaze.
The films come off the wall within the next second, ripped down by the long reach of his arm.
Gone.Â
âI have to go.â You whisper.
âYouâre not going anywhere. Youâre going to get this injection, and then Iâm going to take you home and put you to bed.â
He doesnât understand your meaning.Â
Or maybe he does.Â
Home. The word rings in your ears like a punch. Itâs like youâve been hit with it, burned with it.
Home.Â
Heâs not forceful, but you still feel the pressure, the insistence. You expect to rail against him. To cower.
Instead, you slip inside it. Allow him to tell you what to do, to make the decision. You fall easily into him, and he holds your hand through it all, while the injection site is swabbed, when the needle goes in. He holds your hand out to the car, holds your hand as he buckles you in. He holds your hand as he tucks you into a bed larger and softer than the one you've been sleeping in. It smells like him and Johnny, soft sheets and pillows piled around you like a wall, false sense of security building every time you twitch, testing where is he is, if heâs left yet.
The last thing you feel before you drift off to sleep is your hand, still in his.
You don't know how long you sleep. You sail in the darkness, navigating turbulent seas, waking every now and then, sometimes alone... sometimes not.Â
The baby monitor blinks pale green, little circle fuzzy on the edge of your vision, appearing and disappearing throughout the day.Â
Sometimes the bed is warm. Sometimes it's not.Â
When it is, you seek him out on instinct, trying to crawl inside his ribs, frantic with your effort to hide, to run. He holds you through it, rocks you gently, tells you you're safe, says you don't have to be afraid anymore, he's here now. He'll take care of you.Â
There's a rope around your ankle, tied too tight, tethered to the ocean floor. It drags you down, rips you away from him, fills your lungs and silences you.Â
You didn't make it.Â
All you can see behind closed lids is those films. All you can feel is the phantom ache in your limbs, the remnants of a shadow, still living and breathing inside of you.Â
The girl in the mirror is silent. Nothing to say for once in her life, she weeps like her chest is being carved open, sobs and screams pouring out in a flood.Â
I know you'll be here when I get back, won't you?
The house is vibrant today.
Lou has been here, stocking the fridge, precooking some meals, and her husband is helping Simon rearrange the living room, moving pieces of the couch to be more accessible, laughing back and forth quietly. Occasionally, he stops into the kitchen where youâre seated next to Pen in her highchair, checking in, but never encroaching.
He doesnât get too close, right now. Youâre still underwater somewhere, lost in a current. Youâre here, but not really, silently drifting like a ghost, watching and waiting for something or someone to shake you out of it.
Simon hasnât yet, but heâs watching. Always.
Heâs intentionally careful, loud. Announcing himself everywhere he goes in the house, telling you everything heâs doing.
You didnât understand why at first. Didnât realize you hadnât spoken in eight hours, and then ten, then twelve.
Trapped in a tomb of yourself, locked away with the girl in the mirror.
Guilt burns like a wildfire.
This should be a happy time. A wonderful time.Â
But all youâre doing is making a mess of their life. Â
Lou, thankfully, doesnât push you either. Sheâs content to let you sit there, next to Pen. She keeps an eye out, glancing over at you occasionally, but your placating smiles seem to satisfy her.
Simon steps in front of the counter, ducking his head down to catch your eyes. âIâm going to pick Johnny up.â Somewhere, in the pits of hell, excitement blooms. Happiness tries to sprout. âDo you want to come?â Definitely not. Theyâll certainly clap him out, and thereâs no way you can be there for that.Â
âNo, Iâm⌠okay.â
âOkay. Penny is coming with me, but John and Lou are staying here. Kyle is coming by. If Johnnyâs feeling up to it, Iâm hoping to do dinner all together.â Acid is tossed around, tempestuous in your stomach. Lou smiles around his side.
âWant to watch something while we wait?â
âSure.â She disappears down the hall, saying something to John, and Simon slowly pulls Pen from her chair, kissing her cheek and nose before cradling her to his chest. Sheâs not a small baby, but in his hold, sheâs tiny, soft and delicate, content in her dadâs arms, still a little sleepy from her afternoon nap.Â
âWeâll be back soon.â He whispers, turning to go.
Your hand whips forward instinctively, out of control.
It latches onto his.
âSimon. Iâm⌠Iâm sorry.â Youâre sorry youâre ruining everything. Youâre sorry youâre fucked up beyond belief, youâre sorry he had to see all that in the doctorâs office, youâre sorry, youâre sorry, youâre sorry.Â
He squeezes. âShhh, hey. Thereâs nothing to be sorry about.â He shifts, still holding Penny, but stooping down to crouch at your knees, his own popping with effort. âItâs okay, if you have to go somewhere else for a little while up there, as long as you're not lost in it.â He motions to your head. âNothing has changed. Weâre still right here, everything is alright. Huh, Penny girl?â He bounces her, and she shrieks out a giggle, reaching for his face. He kisses her hands like heâs trying to eat them, rumble in his voice making her squeal, and he catches your faint smile. âThere she is.â He kisses your forehead. âWeâll be back soon, okay?â
âOkay.â
You hear Johnny before you see him.
Thereâs a scrape of crutches, his voice animated, talking to his baby, Penny giggling wildly outside on the walk. Lou and John exchange a comfortable smile, and she manages to get the door open before Simon can get his key in the lock.
âWelcome home!â She exclaims, and Penny squeaks, clapping excitedly. Sheâs wriggly, wanting to get down immediately upon crossing the threshold, but Simon holds her firm, turned around so Lou can snap their picture.
âAch, Price, can ye do somethinâ-â Johnny laments, but the captain only laughs and looks on.
âHey! Come on, youâll want this, later. I promise. Look over here.â Theyâre picture perfect, Penny cradled between them, Johnnyâs hair moved out of his face, his posture a little slouched because of his hip and leg. His head rests on Simonâs shoulder, an arm stretched across his middle, right under Penny, who glows from her perch, the center of attention.
An ache unfurls in the middle of your chest, a sore spot, growing, spreading through your body.
Theyâre so lovely, it hurts. This moment is beautiful, a homecoming, a story of survival and perseverance. Johnnyâs strength and determination. Doing something you know a lot of people initially doubted. Â
The dark spot of pain passes, fleeting.
Johnnyâs eyes find yours. âYe goinâ make me hobble all the way over there?â He teases, and you shake your head.
The two of you can only give half hugs, but you make it work, holding onto him, fingers fisted in the back of his shirt.
âWelcome home.â You whisper in his ear, and he pulls away, notching his forehead against yours. His eyes glitter, heavy, trembling breath filtering through his nose, and he kisses you slowly, so painfully slowly itâs like youâre the only one in the entire house, in the whole world.
âYou too, bunny.â
Dinner is lively. Kyle arrives shortly before itâs time to sit down, greetings and warm wishes passed around as everyone gets settled, Penny positioned in highchair between the guys with mashed potatoes and peas already scooped onto her tray. Johnnyâs on your left, with Lou on your right, and Simon sits at the head of the table, across from who you realize now, is his old, or kind of still, boss.Â
He looks perfect there, half turned towards Pen and Johnny, radiantly smiling at his partner and daughter, trying again and again to catch your eye. Johnny's knee stays steady against yours, fingertips occasionally brushing your thigh, and the two of them try to draw you in, pull you towards them, over and over.Â
Conversation flows easily. Theyâre all talking, laughing, swapping stories, poking at one another. Kyle tells you about a time he fell out of a helicopter, and they all tease Johnny about nearly dying this time, or a different time, you canât be too sure.
âYe jusâ wish ye had the natural ability I do.â He sniffs, and Kyle chortles, struggling to swallow his food.
âIâd probably be dead, mate.â
ââCause ye cannae handle it!â He retorts, and Simon laughs, causing Penny to giggle too, and then the entire table erupts in it, attention redirected, cooing at the adorable girl with mashed potatoes smeared on her face. Johnny and Simon fuss over her, a perfect family in unison.Â
Thereâs a whining, buzzing noise in the back of your head. Itâs an off-key tenor, annoying and coarse, like the snag of rough skin texture against a soft sweater.
What are you doing here?Â
The world, this room, these people, spin and spiral around you. Talking, laughing, loving. Making connections with each other, feeling the warmth of love and friendship, of happiness.
The buzzing gets louder.
Youâre vaguely in it now, still seated but not here, not anywhere. Youâre drifting, falling away, slipping behind walls and layers, hiding.
The girl in the mirror approves.
What makes you think you have any right to be here? What makes you think you could ever possibly belong here? With them? With their friends? Their family?Â
Youâre an intruder.Â
Youâre risking their safety. Youâre making a mistake.Â
Lou boasts a sharp laugh, and you nearly flinch.
You donât belong here. Youâre supposed to be alone. It was supposed to be okay, to be alone.
Youâre selfish.
Simon reaches for Johnnyâs hand, stretching across Pennyâs spot, eyes heavy with love. Thereâs so much in his expression alone, dedication, devotion, borderline obsession bleeding through, and he holds Johnny like heâs holding his lifeline.
Youâll never be loved like that, known like that, cherished and protected⌠like that.Â
And why should you be?Â
Youâre standing before you announce it, trying to hold yourself together. Both guys look to you, Simonâs expression changing from amusement and love to worry and concern, while Johnny mirrors it, and tries to grab your hand.
âYe alright?â
âBun?â
âIâm fine, just⌠uh. My stomach.â You lie, motioning away from the table, like it makes any sense. You excuse yourself quickly, apologizing, and practically run up the stairs.
The guest bathroom door locks, and you slide down against the tub, slumping over to rest your cheek on cold tile. âFuck.â You whisper, rubbing at your cheeks. What is wrong with you?
You lay there long enough that your shoulder starts to hurt. Everything aches, your heart too, and wipe your cheeks over and over, trying to regain control of a sinking ship.
God, you really, really hope they arenât mad you bailed.Â
The bed is your only option, your only salvation, and you sink into without fuss, burying yourself beneath a pile of blankets, hiding yourself away from the world.
At least when you sleep, you canât think.
At least when you sleep, you canât feel.
âPhilip, please.âÂ
âYou made a fucking fool of me tonight.â He grips your upper arm so tight it feels like heâs cutting into your flesh, branding you, burning you down to the bone.Â
âNo, I- I wasnât trying to, I swear.âÂ
âI think you were, spitfire. I think you wanted to see me sweat, didnât you? Wanted to play a little game, huh?âÂ
âNo!â youâre crying, chest heaving with giant sobs, and his fist tightens in your hair, dragging you down to the ground. âNo, Philip, stop. Stop!âÂ
âShut up.â Youâre crawling on your knees, trying to keep pace, trying to stay in stride with him as he tugs, practically pulling you down the hallway to the bedroom.Â
Once he gets there, he jerks you upwards.Â
The hardwood floor is the next thing you see as your face crashes into it.Â
âS-stop.â Youâre barely audible, buried in sobs. He mocks you.Â
âStoooop, babe. Stop please.â Your arms cover your head, trying to protect your delicate bones there, your skull, your nose, your cheeks.Â
His foot rears back.Â
The world goes cold.Â
âNO!â you jerk your knees up to your chest, rolling away. âNo! Iâm pregnant!âÂ
You think heâll be happy. You think heâll be pleased.Â
Instead, itâs raw, concentrated fury you see lining his face, lightning and thunder gathering in his eyes.Â
âYouâre what?â
You come to trembling, coated in a cold sweat.
Itâs okay. Heâs not here. Heâs not. Youâre safe.Â
You clasp a hand over your mouth to ward off the volume of the sob, nausea rising until youâre almost gagging.
Itâs okay.Â
You can do this. Get it together.Â
Time ticks away, but the agony of your memory, your nightmare, doesnât fade. It settles in your bones like a sickness, infecting your mind and heart, keeping you from closing your eyes.
You canât go back there. Not in real life. Not in your dreams. Not ever.
You would die before that happened.
Johnny and Simon sleep down the hall. You wonder if theyâre wrapped up together, if Johnny is comfortable, if their room is cozy and homey, bed heavenly and full of love.
You couldâŚÂ
No.Â
The clock on your phone reads three in the morning. You feel like you havenât slept at all, but every time you try to close your eyes, dread spreads, tenebrous and sticky, clinging to every synapse in your logical brain.
You eye the door.
You couldâŚÂ
Should you? Would they be mad? Would they welcome you? Would they even answer?
You donât know how you convince yourself to do it, to drag your weak will down the hall and knock on their door, but you do. Youâre a child the whole way, padding up to a parentâs room in the middle of the night, looking for salvation and sanctuary, desperate for comfort.
It takes almost no time after your timid little rap for the door to swing wide, Simon standing behind it, little lamp flicked on where Johnny is half sitting up, mostly still asleep, rubbing his eyes.
âHi.â You whisper, distracted by Simonâs naked chest. Heâs wearing sweatpants, but theyâre slung low on his hips, soft tummy with wispy light brown hair peeking out above the drawstring. You think youâre staring, and you force a blink, trying to appear normal.
âWhat is it? Whatâs wrong?â
âN-nothing, I just⌠I had a nightmare andâŚI⌠I canâtâŚâ the rest doesnât come out, laying heavy on your tongue, trying to organize itself so it doesnât seem so intrusive, or weak.
He doesnât make you feel bad. Or guilty. He doesnât even ask, he just steps aside, motioning to bed, clicking the door shut behind him.
âTake the middle.â He whispers, and you crawl across the expanse, timidly smiling at Johnny, whoâs still yawning. Heâs got his bad leg and hip set up on a bunch of pillows, and the spot next to him is still warm.
âHey pretty girl.â
âHi.â He pats the empty space, shoving the blankets down to the best of his ability to let you get underneath them.
âBad dream?â He drawls, slow and sleepy.
âYeah.â
âCâmere.â He tries to tug you closer, but Simon scolds him softly.
âJohnny, easy. Your graft.â He turns, sliding, encouraging you to settle on your side, with him at your back. âThere we go. Thatâs better, hm?â It is better. So much better. Warm and safe. Blocked in on either side by them, your hand resting on Johnnyâs sternum, grounding yourself with the rise and fall of his breathing, Simon nestling you into his chest, heavy arm slung across your ribs to hold Johnnyâs hand.
It's so nice, tucked between them like you belong there, things start to spiral a little bit, doubt and worry fueling a cycle of second guessing. You shift restlessly, and Simon rubs your hip, soothing whatever he senses amiss back to neutral, lips humming just above your ear. âClose your eyes, little bunny. Weâre here. Youâre safe.â
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lover, lover, lover | joel miller
pairing/AU: 70s!pornstar!joel miller x inexperienced!female reader
summary: after blurring the lines with your boss and pornstar joel in pismo beach, what happens when you come back home to LA?
warnings: this is an 18+ fic so mdni! reader is 23, joel is in his early 30s, accuracies and inaccuracies about the 70s and the porn industry, smoking of cigarettes (it's the 70s alright), misogyny (bc of the timesâ˘), swearing, use of pet names, oral (f+m receiving), use of sextoys, handjob, praise kink, soft!dom joel but also a hint of sub!joel, porn, degradation, no use of y/n
a/n: this is the part 2 to this fic. you should read the part 1 first or this will make no sense lmao. i know it's been months since i posted that one and i've gone back and forth a lot on if i was gonna write a second part, but here it is <3 again i wanna give a big thank you to my beloved @dustydaddyyy for encouraging me every step of the way, listening to me when i feel lost, and for reading through everything. i love you babes!!! <3
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You jolted awake.
With a groan and a confusing squint, you sat up on your elbow. The back of your hand rubbed roughly at your eye as you looked around your darkened bedroom. The fan on your dresser huffed and swirled, blowing cool air in your direction with every pass â blowing away the memories of your dream.
You turned around to lay down again when you heard it. A distant sound of your phone ringing in your hallway. You let out another groan as you scooted out of bed, your nighty falling around your knees as your feet met the carpet floor. Shuffling down the hall you muttered a quiet âIâm coming, calm down,â to the phone.
You lifted the phone of the hook with a quiet, âHello.â
âDid I wake ya, sweet girl?â the static voice answered.
âJoel, what time is it?â you sighed into the phone, your arm hitting the cool wall as you leaned against it.
âUmâŚâ he started, probably checking his watch, â02.05.â
âYes, you woke me upâŚâ you told him, eyes tired and falling shut before blinking open in quiet panic, âWaitâ did something happen? Why are you calling so late?â Fear squeezed around your heart, wrapping its cold hands around it as flashes of Joel getting arrested, or kidnapped⌠or something worse, played like a movie in your head.
âNo,â he laughed, âNo, sweetheart! I just couldnât sleep.â
âSo, you decided to wake me instead? You are aware we have a meeting with VCA tomorrow at 9am? I told you that didnât I?â Two fingers pinched the bridge of your nose â trying to squeeze the sleep away.
You usually never forgot any of Joelâs meetings or commitments, and you prided yourself in staying on top of his schedule. You could swear you told him about the meeting the other day on the way back from Pismo Beach.
Pismo Beach.
You hadnât seen him since you dropped him off. Two days had passed. Two days since⌠Since youâd had sex with Joel. Two days since he told you he wanted you to be his. Was Joel your boyfriend now? You couldnât tell.
âYeah, you did, youâre a good assistant,â he said, the smile evident in his voice.
The praise wrapped itself around your heart like a pink cloud of love â it made you smile.
âThanks,â you whispered, your quiet voice making him chuckle down the other end.
You waited for his chuckle to die before you asked him, âUm⌠was there anything else?â
âYou tired of me already, sweetheart?â he teased.
âNo, never,â you shook your head, âitâs just late.â
âI know, Iâm sorry baby,â the way he said it, he left the words hanging in the air.
A second passed in silence, and then another. You waited for him to say something else, but when the words never came you spoke, âIâll see you tomorrow?â
âCan I come over?â he almost cut you off, his words hanging at the end of your own like a teenager on a skateboard gripping tightly to the back of a bus.
âTonight?â you asked, front teeth digging into your bottom lip.
âYeah, now,â he clarified, âmy carâs fixedâ I can be there in probably⌠thirty minutes?â
âEhmâŚâ your head bumped against the wall. Thirty minutes? It wasnât that you didnât want to see Joel â you did â but it was so late, and you had to get up so early tomorrow.
âMaybe twenty if I speed,â he laughed.
âJoel,â you chided, a smiled tugged at your lips.
âOkay, thirty,â he relented.
You pushed off the wall, a finger curling around the phone cord. âIf I say yes you have to be sneakyâ and quiet. My landlord doesnât allow boys to visit.â
âGood thing I ainât a boy then, sweetheart.â
You snorted, teeth digging into your lip to kill a smile from blooming, âIâm serious, Joel! A girl got evicted last month because she got caught having her boyfriend over.â
âHowâs that even legal?â his static voice wondered.
âI donât know Joel, my landlord⌠sheâs this old ladyâ super religious and she owns the whole complexâ I think she inherited it from her late husband who was a developer or something. Anyway, every time I bump into her, she always questions me about if I have a boyfriend and then gives me this speech about how premarital sex is a sin, and how Iâll go to hellââ
âShit, babyâ move out,â Joel cut you off.
âI canât,â you sighed, âIt was the only place I could afford when I moved here.â
âAinât I payinâ you enough?â he teased, âIâll talk to Ronald about a raise fâyou want.â
You let out a chuckle, âIâm not sure itâs appropriateâ or professional, to talk about this now, Joel.â
âAlright, babyâ always so professional,â he playfully chided, âweâll talk about it tomorrow.â
You let out a hum, though a small knot tied itself in your stomach at the thought. You didnât want Joel to get the wrong impression; that you wanted a raise now that youâd let him fuck you.
âSee ya in 30?â he said, breaking the static silence, âIâll be real sneaky.â
âOk,â you said softly.
You told him your address, making him repeat your apartment number back to you before you hung up. You didnât want him accidently knocking on the wrong door, and getting you evicted.
Padding back into your bedroom, you grabbed your silk robe hanging off the door. You twisted it around yourself while you turned on the lamp over your bedside table. The light bathed your room in a soft glow. You were starting to wake up a little now. Leaving your bedroom door ajar you walked back down your hallway with soft steps. Stepping into the kitchen, you grabbed a mug from your cupboard, busying yourself with making a cup of tea as you waited for Joel.
Thirty minutes later, you heard the buzz of your doorbell. Abandoning your cup on your kitchen table, you quickly hurried to your door, buzzing him in. Your heart hammered in your chest. The risk of getting caught so late on a Sunday night was low, but you could never be too careful. You waited for him in your doorway, your finger picking at your nail bed as you looked out for him to round the corner.
You breathed out a relieved sigh when you saw him, a smile widening across your face as he picked up his pace in a small jog. His grin was wide as well, all teeth and crinkles as he closed the space between you. With a small glance over his shoulder, he made sure he hadnât been caught as you ushered him inside.
The light in your hallway was low, tinting everything in a warm yellow hue. His hands were on you in an instant, strong hands gliding over your waist from behind as you locked your door. In the next moment you felt his chest press against your back, locking you to his body in an engulfing hug. His nose dragged down the column of your neck, pressing sweet kisses into your skin.
âHi,â he mumbled.
Leaning into his touch you hummed out a greeting. His grip tightened around you before he turned you around in his hands, your hands automatically wrapping themselves around his neck. God, he was handsome. Soft brown eyes shining under the soft light, you watched as they took you in, traveling down your bare face, down to your silk robe hiding your nighty. A sting of embarrassment panged in your chest under his gaze, maybe you shouldâve changed into something else, something a little sexier. Then you realized what kind of sexy he was used to, sheer lingerie, stockings, garter belts and high heels, not whatever underwear you were hiding away in your drawers.
âShit,â he whispered, eyes blown wide in the low light, âlet me kiss you properly, sweetheart.â
His big palm cupped your cheek, bringing you closer before he brushed his lips over yours. He tasted like a mix of his last cigarette and beer. You didnât realize how much youâd missed his touch, his lips against yours. Joel hummed into the kiss, nose bumping into yours as he held you close, thumb ghosting over your skin. The kiss was quick, but still tender, and when you broke apart, the embarrassment from earlier had faded.
âMissed your lips baby,â he whispered against them, emphasizing his words with another peck.
âYou did?â your voice was breathless, eyes half lidded from his affection.
He didnât answer, only catching your lips in another mind-blowing kiss. His hand not on your cheek traveled from your waist to the curve of your ass, where it squeezed. You jumped a little from his touch, breaking his kiss. Immediately Joel removed his hands, catching himself as he took a step back.
âNo?â he asked, eyes searching yours.
A flood of warmth filled your chest, âNo, itâs okayâ itâs just⌠late.â
His eyes softened at your words, his palm finding your cheek again to softly rub his thumb over your skin, âIâm sorry.â
You shook your head, âItâs okayâŚâ you trailed off, your hand grabbing his other hand to intertwine your fingers, âLetâs go to bed?â
With his hand in yours Joel trailed after you down the hallway.
âThe bathroom is just in here if you wanna use it?â you stopped at the end of your hallway, pointing to your closed bathroom door. Joel gave you a short nod and a smile, and let go of your hand, but not before giving it a little squeeze.
You stepped backwards to push open your bedroom door while he vanished to your bathroom. The alarm clock on your bedside table showed 3.08 in big red letters when your eyes flickered to it as you pulled at the strings of your silk robe. You twisted out of it and hung it back on the hook on your door, before you climbed back into your bed, waiting for Joel.
He walked into your room a few minutes later. You watched him from under the covers, eyes hooded with tiredness as he shed his clothes. Naked, safe for his briefs, he haphazardly folded his clothes, eyes flitting around your room for a place to put them.
âYou can just leave them on the dresser,â you said, all cozy under the covers.
Sending you a small nod he sauntered over to your dresser with his clothes half-folded in his hand, where he placed them down gently. He stood there for a moment longer with his back turned, something catching his eye.
âSo,â he spoke up, âwhatâs the review?â
âHuh?â You were confused.
You watched how his shoulders shook, grabbing something off your dresser before turning around, hiding it behind his back as he closed the space between you. You were still confused, a furrow pulling at your eyebrows.
âWhat dâya prefer? This,â he started, revealing what he was hiding behind his back, âOr the real thing?â
In his hand he held the box with the dildo heâd modeled for. Youâd forgotten all about it in your back seat while you were in Pismo Beach, only noticing it again as youâd parked outside your apartment. You had been meaning to give it back to Joel, didnât take his âjokeâ of you keeping it at face value, but then youâd forgotten all about it, leaving you with no choice other than to bring it inside.
âJoel,â you felt a flash of heat burn your cheeks.
âWhat? I wanna know,â he grinned, fingers fiddling with the cardboard to open it.
You gave him a chastising kick from under the covers, trying to shut the conversation down, but it only made him huff out a laugh.
âI donât know, I havenât tried it,â you said truthfully. The thought hadnât even crossed your mind.
âWhat? Not even once,â his eyebrows knitted together, he almost looked disappointed.
You shook your head, âI was gonna give it back to you when I dropped you off on Friday, but it slipped my mind.â
âWhy? I gave it to you,â he pulled the dildo out, the supposed perfect recreation of his package.
âJoel, you couldnât have been serious about that?â you breathed out a laugh. It was hard to take him seriously with the toy in his hand.
âWell, now Iâm a little disappointed, sweetheart,â he placed the box and the dildo on your bedside table, next to your alarm clock, âI really wanted to know your thoughts.â
He crept up the bed as you shifted over to make space, holding open the duvet for him to slip under.
âIâm sorry, Joelâ I just didnât think you were serious about that⌠and,â you trailed off when he wrapped his strong arms around your body, twisting around in his arms as he pulled you close against him.
âAnd, what?â he said, his breath huffing against the shell of your ear.
âI⌠uh, I havenât⌠since,â you didnât know how to say it.
But Joel knew, pulling you closer to rock his hips against your ass, âHavenât what, sweetheart? Touched yourself?â
He wasnât hard, but he wasnât not hard â you could feel the semi he was sporting against your backside. It made you lose your trail of thought, as memories of the last time he held you against his body like this, filled your mind.
You had enough sense to shake your head, not trusting your voice to come out as words and not a strangled moan.
âNo?â he teased with another rock of his hips, âWell, I have, sweetheartâ touched myself thinkinâ of you.â
âJoel,â you couldnât fight the whine from escaping as he rocked his hips against you again, his big hand slipping under your nighty.
âTouched myself thinkinâ about this beautiful fuckinâ body of yours,â his hand splayed over your tummy, traveling upwards to grab at your breast. âThought about these pretty tits,â his voice got lower, whispering in your ear as he flicked a finger over your nipple, making you sigh. He let go of your breast, hand gliding down your body to ghost over the hem of your panties, âAnd this tight little pussy,â he finished.
âJoel,â you sighed, body reacting automatically to his touch. His breath in your ear sent goosebumps down the whole of your body, and a whine fell from your lips as he palmed your heat over your panties, feeling your arousal starting to soak the cotton.
âYes, sweetheart, say my name as I touch your pussy. Tell me whoâs makinâ you feel good.â
Fuck, it took all your strength to gather your thoughts, âJoel, itâsââ you let out a gasp as his fingers found your clit.
âWhat, baby?â
âItâsâ Itâs late,â you managed to breathe out.
And just like that, the spell was broken. His hand slipped from your cunt to rest over your waist. You twisted around to face him, a pang of guilt filling your chest.
âIâm s-sorry, I justââ
He cut you off by pressing his lips against yours in a quick kiss. âDonât you apologize to me,â he said, eyes boring into yours, âIf you ainât feelinâ it, I ainât feelinâ it, okay?â
You felt yourself nod, your chest filling with gratefulness. You wanted Joel so much, you did, you wanted him to feel good, but you didnât want it at 3am when you had to wake up in four hours.
âThank you,â you whispered gratefully, your forehead falling against his.
He shifted his face, cheek brushing against your forehead until you felt him press a kiss to your skin. âNothinâ to thank me for, my sweet girl.â
You shifted closer to him, cheek boring into his naked chest, âItâs not that I donât want to,â you told him, âIâm just so tired.â
Pulling you closer to his body, Joel wrapped his strong arms around you, ââs okay, baby, you just close your pretty eyes, okay?â
You nodded against his head before you whispered, âGood night, Joel.â
âNight, sweet girl.â
âHey,â you felt a nudge in your side pull you from your dream, âHow dâyou turn off this thing?â
Then you heard it. Your alarm. The beeping was loud and obnoxious, but it did the job to wake you, usually.
With heavy limbs you sat up on your elbow, goosebumps spreading over the newly exposed skin as you leaned over Joelâs body to press the snooze button. His big hands found your waist when you leaned back, guiding you to straddle his body.
His lips found yours in a soft kiss, then another before he mumbled, âGood morninâ,â against your lips.
He didnât give you the chance to reply as he pulled you into yet another kiss. It took you by surprise, your hand coming up to press into the pillow next to his head, to hold your weight. Under the duvet you felt his hand travel down your body, slipping under the hem of your nighty and dragging upwards, cupping your ass as he pulled the fabric with him. His touch ignited something in you, making you whimper against his lips.
âThere she is,â he whispered, pulling away from your lips with a loud smack to press kisses along your jaw. It made you sigh, your body going lax in his arms as he pulled you closer, mind going blank from his loving. Then he suddenly tightened his arms around your body, his strong hand splaying over your back as he flipped you around to lay on your back beneath him. A small yelp fell from your lips at the sudden movement, the yelp turning into a giggle when he dived into the crook of your neck, his mustache tickling you as he pressed small kisses against your skin.
With a hasty hand he balled the fabric of your nighty in his hands, pushing it up your body to reveal your naked body to him. He sucked a breath through his teeth at the sight, eyes hungry with lust as they raked over your form.
âNeed to fuckinâ taste you, sweetheart.â His voice was a low rasp, coated in residual sleep and arousal, âBeen thinkinâ about how sweet you taste this whole weekend.â
You couldnât hold back the whine at the back of your throat at his words, hips bucking by their own accord where he had your legs splayed open over his thighs. Arousal spread like electricity through your body, where it pooled like dripping honey in your tummy.
âPlease,â you begged when his fingers found the hem of your panties, his pointer finger dipping beneath the band to run it across your skin.
âYeah?â he coaxed, âWant me to eat your little pussy, sweet girl?â his finger stretched at the elastic, letting it slap against your skin as he pulled away. Under him you whined, frantic hands finding the back of his neck to pull him closer to you. In your hurry to kiss him, you missed his mouth, clumsily bumping your nose into his instead.
It made him breathe out a shallow chuckle, âOkay, baby, okay. Iâll take care of ya.â
He pulled back from you, your hands around his neck falling to your sides, and softly hitting your mattress. Grabbing at the soft flesh at the back of your thighs, he spread them wider, putting your covered cunt on display for him. His eyes drank in your body, studied how soft and pliant youâd gone from his touch.
You watched his face, his eyes, his lip twitching with a wicked smile when you jumped under his finger, starting to press slow circles down on your covered clit. He dipped his finger lower, caressing your folds over the fabric before he pressed two fingers into your covered hole as far as your panties allowed. You could feel how soaked you already were, your dripping cunt fluttering around nothing when he pulled back.
âLetâs get you out of these, huh?â he said, voice dripping with pity, âMy sweet girlâs just begginâ to be touched, ainât she?â
To your own surprise you managed to peep out an answer, âYes.â Your voice came out strangled and begging, your mind clouded over with Joel.
âYes, thatâs right, baby, youâre such a good girl, let me hear you.â He hooked his finger under the elastic, tapping your ass lightly. You lifted up off the mattress, helping him drag your soaked panties down your legs.
Under him you felt your mouth drop open slightly, watching him as he clasped your panties in his hand, his thumb rubbing at the wetness with a cocky smile tugging at the corner of his lips. With his thumb coated in you, he dropped your panties, losing them in the sheets as he brought his attention back on you.
His eyes bored into yours as he lowered himself between your legs pressing soft kisses against your inner thigh. His big hands splayed over the back of your legs, pushing them closer to your chest to putt your naked and dripping cunt back on display. You held your breath as you waited for him to finally touch you where you wanted, but then he hesitated. The air was charged with arousal, his breath fanning over your throbbing clit. A thought of how you might die if he didnât touch you soon, crossed your mind.
With a desperate whine, your hand tangled in his hair. You didnât know what to do, so you begged, âPlease, Joel?â
His eyes found yours immediately, where he saw how much you needed him, but he needed it in words, âYâwant me to touch you, sweetheart? To eat your pussy?â
âYes,â the words fell from your lips so fast you almost cut him off, âPlease,â you added for good measure.
Your consent was all he wanted. He dipped his head to lick ever so gently at your clit, making you mewl under him, a needy desperate sound, begging for more. When he wrapped his lips around your clit, and sucked, thatâs when you turned into a withering moaning mess under him, hips bucking into his mouth, chasing more of the pleasure he was giving you.
Joel hummed against you, the bass of his voice vibrating against your most sensitive spot, pulling you deeper under the blanket of pleasure.
When his hand loosened its grip around the back of your thigh to caress your folds, a moan got caught in your throat. âP-pleaseâ you stuttered, dying to have his fingers split you open and coaxing you towards your release.
But Joel removed his fingers, continuing to explore you with his tongue instead. He dipped down, tongue lapping at your folds, tasting your arousal like he told youâd heâd been dying to. With one fat lick up the length of your pussy he took your clit back in his mouth, going back to lapping and circling it just right, coaxing you closer and closer.
âFuck.â
You were hauling quickly towards your orgasm. Your eyebrows twisted together in a tight frown, fingers gripping and tugging at his hair, your leg close to shaking with the intensity. You were right there on the edge.
Then he abruptly pulled away. The disappointing mewl escaped you on instinct, and Joel laughed. Laughed. Your heart twisted in on itself at the sound.
âW-what?â you muttered, confusion painting your features when he sat up.
Joel grinned down at you, a mischievous glint in his eye as he leaned down to your face and cupped your chin, his thumb rubbing your skin with tenderness.
âWant you to be good fâme, sweet girl, can you do that?â
Your head moved in his hand, a timid nod as you searched his face. âIâI can be good.â
His grin widened, all teeth and crinkles around his eyes. He squeezed your cheeks together lightly, a small pout forming to kiss away.
âGood girl.â
His mustache tickled your cupidâs bow, and you could taste yourself on his tongue, taste how desperate for him you were.
He left you breathless when he pulled away, your body all loose and pliant from his touch, not registering what he was doing until he was back to sitting between your legs. Your eyes raked over his body, his broad shoulders, trailing his happy trail down his torso to his waist, noticing the shape of his hard cock in his briefs, a wet spot staining them where the head was.
Fuck, you wanted him inside you.
Then you noticed his hands, and what he was in them. The dildo, of him. You shifted up the bed in surprise. Your nighty fell down over your chest as you sat up on your elbows, watching him with wide eyes.
He watched you too, turning the dildo in his hand to nudge at your entrance as he leaned forward to hover over your body, a big hand on your chest pushing you down.
âAre you gonna be good?âÂ
âJoel,â you gasped, feeling your hole flutter in anticipation.
âAre you?â he pressed, rubbing the silicone head slowly up and down your folds, coating it in your arousal.
âY-yeah, y-yes,â you nodded, face heating from the obscene slick sounds of your arousal.
With a wicked grin, his eyes flicked back to your aching cunt, before he pushed the head inside slowly, feeding your more and more until the dildo was buried inside you. A broken moan fell from your lips, mouth dropping open from the pleasure of being stretched.
âThere you go, sweetheart. âs big stretch, isnât it? Doing so good for me, my good girl, honey, my good fuckinâ girl.â
He pushed the toy in and out in shallow thrusts, working you open around the fake cock. It wasnât the same, but still the stretch was divine. With his eyes glued to your cunt he pulled the dildo all the way out, only the head notched at your entrance, before slowly thrusting in all the way. You whimpered when you felt him nudge at your spot inside, your hand desperately grabbing for his other arm to anchor you from falling over the edge too soon.
âJoel,â you whimpered, âP-please, t-touch m-myââ
Joel picked up his pace, fucking you faster and deeper with the dildo, the obscene squelching sounds of your cunt filled the air between your moans. His grip tightened in your hand, guiding it to hover over your clit.
âTouch your what, honey?â He teased, pressing your fingers down, guiding them in tight circles.
âAhâ fuck,â you whimpered, eyes squeezing shut as you felt the coil in your tummy tighten, and tighten, and tighten.
Then it all became too much. With a broken cry you came, squeezing hard around the fake cock. Joel continued fucking you, a small gush of liquid pouring down over the toy with each thrust, as you pulsed and squirmed around it.
Catching your breath, you came down from your high, while small jolts of pleasure crashed over you, making your legs shake like a leaf in a storm. It was like your ears were ringing, before you realized they were actually ringing.
âThis fuckinâ alarm,â Joel muttered, hovering over you to turn it off.
His voice brought you back to earth, as you turned your head to look at the time. Shit, you were gonna be late!
With shaky hands you glided your hand down your cunt to grab at the base of the toy still inside you, âJoel, weâre gonna be late for your meeting,â you murmured, slipping the dildo from your cunt. Everything was sticky and messy between your legs, a big wet stain growing under your ass.
Joel pushed your hand away, like he was scolding you for touching what was his. âWe can be a little late, sweetheart,â he said calmly, before ducking down to press a kiss to your clit.
You shifted up the bed, away from his touch, anxiety an endless spiral in your tummy. âNo, we canât, Joelâ They told me itâs a pitch for a new movie, youâll miss out on a big opportunity if you donât show.â
Between your legs, Joelâs head dropped to your chest, as a pained sigh left his lungs. He went quiet for a beat as you watched the messy curls at the top of his head, then he lifted his head to look at you, âOkay, then.â
You felt bad leaving him hanging as you both got out of bed, his rock-hard cock strained desperately against the fabric of his briefs â just dying to be touched.
âJoel, I-Iâm sorry,â you closed the space between you, snaking your arms around him.
âSweetheart, ya need to stop apologizinââ, he placed a dry kiss to the top of your head, steady hands finding your waist. Your heart swelled in your chest. He made you feel so safe.
You almost muttered another âIâm sorryâ, before catching yourself, âOkay,â you nodded against his chest. You basked in his touch for another minute, his strong arms around you, breathing in the comforting scent of him â the intoxicating mix of his faded cologne, cigarettes and sex.
âYou were enjoyinâ it though, werenât you?â Joel asked as he pulled away. You could see the cheeky smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he looked down at you, âSo tell me, sweetheart... it betterân the real thing?â
âNo,â you said, your own teasing smile tickling your lips as you detangled yourself from him, and turned around to head towards the bathroom, âReal thingâs better.â
Suddenly you felt his hands on your hips, and then Joel was pulling you back against him. He pressed himself against you so you could feel how hard he still was, his aching cock barely contained by his briefs.
âAttagirl,â he half-whispered, half-groaned into your ear, breath fanning over your neck and making you shiver.Â
âI need a shower,â you said with a giggle, stepping away from him before turning around again, only for Joel to pull you close once more. He found your eyes, his hands barely loosening their grip on your body. You could still feel him against you, his hard cock now pressed against your stomach. âDo you⌠maybe,â you bit down on your bottom lip, wide eyes searching his face.
âWanna shower with you?â he helped you with a grin, and you nodded.
Your shower was cramped, too small to fit two people, and even though you had been the one to ask, you still felt nervous under the streaming water. He looked so good; your eyes couldnât help but trail the water droplets racing down his thick muscles. He watched you too, but more openly, his eyes not afraid to trail down your body â to glide over your tits, down your back, and over the curve of your ass.
And then there was his cock, still hard and leaking, making its presence known between you like a third person. What made it worse was that he didnât even acknowledge it, just went about washing his body like nothing, pushing back his wet curls as he rinsed your shampoo from his hair.
Did he want you to say something? The thought fluttered in your stomach.
âUm, Joel?â your voice echoed against the tiles.
You watched as he tipped his head forward from under the showerhead, eyes blinking at you as soapsuds hit his broad shoulders and ran down his chest.
âYou knowâ um⌠I canââ
Jesus Christ! Could you be less sexy.
When he didnât say anything, you breathed out a nervous sigh, eyes flitting down to his cock, hoping he would take the hint.
And he did.
âYou wanna touch my cock, sweet girl?â His whole demeanor shifted.
âWould thatâ would that be okay?â you said, your teeth catching on your bottom lip.
âMore than okay, sweetheart,â he said, with a devilish grin.
You took a few steps closer, a shaky hand landing on his waist while the other hovered between your bodies, right above where his heavy cock twitched in anticipation.
You didnât know what to do. Well, you did. Youâd seen it enough times at work to know, but youâd never actually done it before. Another reminder of just how inexperienced you were when it came to all of this. You looked at him with uncertainty, for guidance, and without uttering a single word, Joel knew what you were asking.
He curled his fingers around your wrist, bringing it up to his face, and spat. Using that tender grip he guided your hand down between your bodies again â the back of your hand brushed against the rough hair of his happy trail â and down to the base of his aching cock.
âThere ya go,â he whispered as your fingers wrapped around him, Joelâs spit smearing over his shaft as you moved upwards in an experimenting stroke, âGood girl, just like that,â he hissed through his teeth.
You tilted your head to watch his face. Watched how his eyes were so fixated on your hand wrapped around him as you began to slowly stroke his cock, familiarizing yourself with the weight and feel of him in your hand. You didnât miss the way his breathing shifted, releasing a sound youâd never heard come from his lips before. A whimper.
âAmâam I doing okay?â you asked, your eyes following his down to your hand wrapped around him. He was so big in your hand, your fingers struggling to meet around the girth of him.
He hissed out a strained laugh. âYeah, baby, youâre doing so goodâ massage the head for me a little,â Joel groaned.
You did as you were told, bringing your hand up to the tip with a tug, squeezing out a pearl of precum. It dripped down over your hand, your thumb skating over the sensitive head, and smearing it all over.
âShit,â Joel hissed, âkeep doinâ that, sweetheart, beinâ so good fâme,â he praised, encouraging you.
Youâd never seen Joel like this before. So at your mercyâ at anyoneâs mercy â always the one to take charge. But now he was falling apart from your touch. He encouraged you further as his breath got heavier. You sped up the strokes over his cock, and his body slumped into yours, face buried in the crook of your neck, as he whispered breathy babblings of praise into your skin. A glowing feeling of pride grew in your chest as you brought him closer and closer to his release.
âIâm close, baby,â he whimpered in your ear, âdonât fuckinâ stop.â
So you didnât.
With your hand tight around his cock, you quickened your pace, tracing your thumb over his slit just like heâd told you to do earlier. A slick noise of spit and precum echoed against your bathroom tiles. His thighs tensed, his hand grabbed at your waist to pin you to his body, and you knew he was right on the edge.
âFuck, Iâm cominâ.â
With a string of praising curses, he came apart in your hand. His thighs clenched, his heavy balls tightening as cum spurted from his tip in ribbons over your hand. The bass of his voice vibrated against your skin, as you continued working him through his high, slicking up your hand and fingers even more.
You squeezed him until there was only a small dribble pearling at his tip. A white stream of cum ran down his cock and down to his balls, dripping down onto the tiles of your shower floor. And then it was too much, and Joel hissed, lifting his head from the crook of your neck to dab your hand away.
He didnât say anything, only grabbing your face with both hands, crashing his lips against yours in a desperate kiss. With your hand messy from his release, you didnât know where to touch him, opting to grab at his elbow with your other hand to steady yourself.
Out in the hallway, your phone rang, forcing you to breathlessly pull away. With a sorry smile, you ran your messy hand under the showerhead before quickly pulling at the shower curtain.
The phone rang loudly as you tiptoed down the hallway. Water droplets ran down your skin, leaving a trail of dark spots on the carpet. Your hand clung to the towel youâd wrapped around yourself while the other hurried to answer the phone.
âHello?â you sang.
âHi, sweetie, itâs your uncle,â a gruff voice answered.
âOh, hi,â you said, leaning against the wall.
Down the hall your bathroom door opened, steam framing Joelâs body as he stepped out naked as the day he was born, with a towel resting over his shoulders. His heavy cock soft between his strong thighsâ it was like a scene straight out of a porno, one heâd probably starred in. He caught your eye, and smiled, making his way towards you as he brought the towel up to dry his hair, his biceps flexing with the effort.
âWhat was that?â you stuttered, completely missing what your uncle had said on the other end.
âAlmost hung up on ya, I said,â your uncle repeated.
âSorry, I was just getting out of the shower.â
âI was just calling to say Iâm driving a Corvette down to LA in a couple of days for a client. Was thinking Iâd take you out to dinnerâ catch upâ make sure youâre not getting up to any trouble down there,â he laughed.
His tone was lighthearted, but you couldnât help but cringe. The trouble in question reaching his hand out to trace a drop trailing down your exposed collarbone, ducking down to place a teasing kiss to your skin.
âD-dinner sounds nice,â you managed to choke out, âUm, I know a nice Italian place down in Santa Monica.â
âSounds great, sweetie! Iâll call ya after Iâve dropped off the car Thursday afternoon,â your uncleâs static voice replied.
âThursday afternoon,â you repeated, âOk, see you then!â
âSoâŚâ Joel started, his arms snaking their way around your form. âI ainât the only man who wants a piece of ya,â he joked, after youâd hung up the phone,
âThat was my uncle, Joel,â you let him know, your body melting against his touch.
âHeâs takinâ you to dinner?â he queried.
âYeah,â you nodded, âheâs driving a car down here for work, so he wanted to see me.â
Joel hummed, dropping his head to brush his lips over yours as his hand splayed over your waist slid down to the curve of your ass.
âNonono,â you chuckled, pulling away, âJoel, weâre already late as is!â
âSo what,â Joel groaned, pulling you back for another kiss, hands tightening their grip on your ass, before trailing soft kisses to the corner of your mouth, âWe could stay in ya know... enjoy the real thing.â
Joelâs kisses continued along the line of your jaw, teeth grazing your skin.
âAs tempting as that sounds,â you let out through a small groan as you felt his tongue tickle that spot under your jaw, âWe canât cancel this meeting.â
Joelâs lips stopped their descent towards your neck, and he took a breath, the force of it tickling your skin, before he lifted his head, lips grazing across your jaw as he kissed the corner of your mouth again.
âLater,â you promise him, eyes looking into his. Joelâs smile was wistful, another small sigh escaping through his nostrils before he brushed his lips over yours.
âLater.â
âLetâs get started? Or do we want some coffees before we start?â Ronald asked from his seat at the head of the table.
You were seated in a chair in the corner, the cigarette smoke hung low over the room. In your lap your notebook rested, cracked spine opened to a random blank page while your fingers fiddled with your pen.
All the big important men from VCA were here, eager to finally work with the infamous Joel Packer on their new big-budget project. The last couple of years had been big for Joel, multiple magazine photoshoots, longer features and obviously modeling for a sextoy, but this film would be his biggest opportunity. It would bring in a lot of money, and Ronald knew it. He couldnât hide the dollar signs in his eyes behind his âfriendlyâ grin.
âEy, sweetheart!â Ronald raised his voice. You lifted your gaze from your notebook, curious as to what he was yelling about.
âYeah, you!â He looked straight at you, a hand waving you towards him. Did he forget your name? You wouldnât put it past him.
Leaving your notebook and pen in your chair you walked over to him, hands wringing behind your back as you stood behind Joel where he sat to Ronaldâs right. He looked at you with impatience, a crude finger motioning you closer.
âWhy donât you go get us all some coffees, sweetie?â he spat out the order, his sour breath hitting you in your face.
âUm, uh,â you looked to Joel for help. This wasnât your job; this was a job for an intern. It was important for you to be here, to take notes, to know what arrangements needed to be done, and which people to call.
âUm, uh,â Ronald parroted, âjust do itâ isnât it what Iâm paying you for?â
It wasnât, but now everyone was looking at you. Everyone except for Joel. His gaze bored into the teak in front of him, fingers tightly pinched around a cigarette. With no help from Joel, you held your tongue and muttered a âYes, sir,â to Ronald before you turned on heels.
âAlright! I wanna start by introducing Cheryl here, making her film debut alongside Joelââ you heard Ronald start as you slipped through the door of the meeting room.
Outside the meeting room, you were met with a brown hallway, identical to the left and right. Wood paneling clad the walls, and you couldnât help your eyes from peeking through the glass partition walls of other meeting rooms as you made your way down the hall. Everything looked the same. You turned a corner, and you swore youâd been there before. After walking for what felt like a small eternity, you made it to a break room with a small kitchenette.
The coffee in the pot looked old and stale, and you poured it out in the sink. As you waited for the fresh pot to brew you searched through the cupboards for a coffee carafe. The cupboards of the kitchenette were pretty empty, only filled with mugs and drinking glasses. With a sigh you kneeled to look through the cabinet below the sink. You tried your best to be fast, not wanting to miss anything important. Finally, you found what you were looking for. With fresh coffee in one hand, and paper cups in the other, you made your way back down a hallway you hoped would bring you back to the meeting.
A couple of wrong turns later you let out a sigh of relief as you peaked Joel through the glass partition wall of the meeting room. This better be good enough for Ronald, you thought as you opened the door, not bothering to knock.
âAnd I think thatâs about it,â one of the men opposite Joel said as you placed the coffee and paper cups on the table, âWeâll break for lunch and go ahead with the chemistry test later today.â
Did you really just miss the whole meeting?
âSounds great,â Ronald said, pushing his chair out, and standing to his feet to shake the hands of the men from VCA. Then the rest of the room came alive as people got up from their seats and gathering their things. In front of you a chair bumped into you, pushing you a little off balance.
âOh! Sorryâ didnât see you there.â
It was Cheryl, Joelâs new co-star. She was young, just turned twenty-one if you remembered correctly, and gorgeous. Her blonde hair, curled to perfection, cascaded down her back. Her light blue dress clung tightly to her body, accentuating her curves while the deep v-neck showed off her cleavage.
You shook your head and put on a smile, muttering an âItâs okay,â as you stepped out of her way, and shifted closer to Joel. He was busy gathering the papers spread out in front of him on the table, tapping them lightly against the teak before gathering them in his hands, turning towards you and Cheryl.
When you didnât make a move to leave, Cheryl cleared her throat, widening her eyes at Joel as they flickered towards you. Your heart sunk in your chest. It didnât take a genius to take her hint â you knew when you werenât wanted.
âIâll uh⌠Iâll wait for you down in the reception,â you muttered to Joel, âLet me know what you want for lunch, and Iâll get you something.â Before he could say anything, you turned around to leave, grabbing your notebook and pen.
You knew you shouldnât have looked back as you made your way out the door, but you did. The cold stone in your chest sank lower as you watched them. Cherylâs body curled towards Joel as they talked, her hand landing on his bicep as she let out a giggly laugh. It made your heart sting, but maybe not as much as the ache of watching Joelâs bright smile, the one he so often gave you.
Over fifteen minutes later, Joel finally walked into the reception where you waited for him. You were hard to miss where you sat on one of the couches, reading a magazine, the only person occupying the space.
âWhatcha readinâ?â he asked, slumping down next to you, so close his arm brushed against yours.
You couldnât watch his bright eyes, and the cheeky smile tugging at his lips. So, you held up one of the porn magazines youâd grabbed off the coffee table, blocking his view of your face, substituting it with the woman adorning the front and posing seductively to the camera, showing off the biggest boobs youâd ever seen.
âIndustry news,â you shrugged.
You earned yourself a chuckle, âAnythinâ interestinâ?â
âNot really,â you sighed, quickly shutting the magazine, and throwing it haphazardly on the table.
You could feel his warmth beside you, his broad frame, and strong arms. The same arms whoâd held you so close this morning. Still, you didnât look at him, your gaze falling to your fiddling hands in your lap. A piece of skin around your thumb had come loose, and it burned as you pulled at it.
âUmâŚâ you started, still watching your hands, âWhatâs the plan for lunch? You want me to go down to that deli you likeâ get you a sandwich?â
Joelâs arm brushed against you as he shifted in his seat, bucking his hips slightly to fish out his pack of cigarettes from his back pocket. âAinât no need to do that for me, sweetheart,â he said, his voice slightly muffled by the cigarette between his lips.
âWell, itâs kinda my job,â you mumbled, your face pulling up into a slight frown as you ripped the loose skin around your thumb.
âYeahâ but,â Joel drew a breath of his cigarette.
Now you looked at him, eyebrows pulled tight in a real frown, âBut what?â
He watched you, eyes dancing over your face as he took another drag, releasing the smoke out the corner of his mouth.
âNothinâ.â
You couldnât interpret his face with the way he was looking at you, almost as he was searching for something. A silence grew between you â it was ugly and festering, like a canyon had grown between you â it was something youâd never felt with Joel before.
âA sandwich sounds nice,â he finally spoke across the silence, and you nodded.
âUmâ can I borrow your car?â you asked, clearing your throat of your anxiety.
âYeah, sweetheart.â It was like your question had woken him.
Joel had driven you both into work today, your car sitting pretty in its parking space outside your apartment complex. He rested his half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray on the table before he fished his car keys from his jeans pocket and handed them to you.
âThey have me set up in a trailer out on the lot next doorâ Iâll wait for ya there, alright?â The hand handing you his keys locked around yours, caging them between your hands.
You squeezed his hand, the familiar weight of it in your hand, the tenderness in which he held you, made you feel a little better. Shrinking the deep canyon between you to a ravine.
âUm, why exactly?â you asked, eyes glued to your intertwined hands.
âShitâ sorry,â Joel shook his head and shifted closer to you, his knee brushing against yours, âthey want me and Cheryl to have a chemistry test before they go ahead with signinâ the contracts. Itâs nothinâ big or anythinââ just a blowjob.â
Just a blowjob.
You nodded slowly. It was just a blowjob, but it was a blowjob from Cheryl. Cheryl who was younger with the perfect body. Cheryl who made him smile and laugh. Cheryl who could give him a blowjob, and not some sorry excuse of a handjob.
âOh, okay,â you peeped, loosening your grip around his hand, clasping the keys in your hand.
You got up from the couch before he could say anything more, âIâll go get you your lunch then.â
His cigarette resting in the ashtray had burned out, like your conversation with Joel. You bent slightly to grab your purse when his hands clasped around your wrist, bringing your attention back on him.
ââs everythinâ alright?â he asked you as he got up from the couch as well, closing the space between you.
Your lips pulled into a smile, one you hoped was convincing, âYeah! Why wouldnât it?â
His other hand came up to cup your cheek gently, shifting your face to look at him. ââs just for work, you know,â he told you.
Your head was nodding even before heâd finished talking, your face still pulled tight in a smile, âYeah, Joel, I know.â
âOkay,â he whispered and leaned closer. You shifted your face in his palm, his lips hitting your other cheek in a short peck before you were pulling away. His fingers like a bracelet around your wrist, fell heavy to his side.
âSee you in a little bit,â you told him before pushing the door to the reception open and stepping outside.
Some forty minutes later you were knocking on a trailer door with the sign âJoel Packerâ hanging on the front. In your other hand you were balancing two coffees and a bag with two sandwiches. You knocked again when nothing happened, scared youâd shown up to the wrong trailer for a second, even with the sign telling you, you were in the right place.
âJoel? I have your lunch.â
âCome in,â he answered almost immediately.
You opened the trailer door and stepped inside, careful not to spill the coffees all over the carpeted floor of his trailer as you balanced everything. With the door closed you turned around, eyes scanning the cramped room for Joel.
He was laying on the couch, one hand down the front of his pants where he palmed himself over his briefs â a lazy smile resting over his features as he took you in.
âOh! Sorry,â you quickly looked away, scurrying to place his food on the nearest table.
Behind you Joel got up from the couch, crossing the small space between you to wrap his arms around your body, and press his front against your ass. You jumped in his grasp, your hands finding his where they rested around your waist.
âStop apologizinââ he whispered in your ear, his teeth catching on your earlobe, âwas just gettinâ ready, baby,â his breath was hot against the column of your neck, and you felt his cock grow against your ass. âAinât gonna have any trouble gettinâ hard now though,â he chuckled.
âJoel,â you whined, the sound pathetic at the back of your throat.
âYes, baby, let me hear ya,â you could feel the bass in his voice vibrate against your skin.
His hands spread over your body, drinking you in with his touch, grabbing at your breast while pressing tender kisses to your neck. You melted against him, body soft and pliant. In an instant you were back in your memories from this morning, and you couldnât fight the whimper from falling from your lips. With closed eyes your memories mixed with your present. Images of how heâd kissed you, touched you, and taken care of you this morning blended with the firm press of his body against yours and his calloused hands exploring you; like how you could still see your reflection in rippling water.
âJoel,â you tried again.
âI know, my sweet girl,â he cooed.
Behind you he bucked his hips against your ass, the bulge of his hard cock splitting your cheeks. You felt your arousal wet your panties, an ache of anticipation settling in your core.
âFuck, sweetheartâ wish it was you getting on your knees for me later.â He whispered his filthy words in your ear with another buck of his hips. âWanna feel your tight little throat around my cock as you choke on it.â
His confession made a nervousness intertwine itself with your blinding arousal. You turned around in his arms, your face nuzzled into the dip where his neck met his collarbone, âI-Iâve never done that before.â Your confession was barely a whisper, the words muffled into his skin.
His grip tightened around you, and you felt the way his body moved under your cheek, a comforting hand landed carefully at the back of your neck. His jaw and cheek bumped against the top of your head as he dipped down to your face and his breath changed like he was about to say something, but then was interrupted by a hollow knock on the trailer door.
âWeâre ready for you on set in fifteen minutes, Mr. Miller,â a voice called.
With the knock the spell was broken. You untangled yourself from his embrace, a shy smile ghosting over your lips as you stepped away.
âYou should eat.â
Again, youâd agreed to watch him film. Joel had convinced you on his way out the trailer door, his hand resting at the small of your back as he led you towards the set. It was a small shoot â only Joel and Cheryl, the cameraman, the sound guy, a couple people from VCA, Ronald, and you. In the time youâd worked for Joel, you couldnât remember a set feeling this intimate (not that you usually stayed to watchâ not unless he explicitly asked).
The only goal for the scene was to find out if Joel and Cheryl worked well together on camera â hence no specific storyline or roles they were supposed to act out. Joel was getting his dick sucked, but other than that they were free to take the scene whichever way they wanted.
The room buzzed with quiet conversation as the cameraman got the camera and film ready. Joel was already seated on the couch where the scene would take place. His legs were spread wide, his hard bulge on display as he leisurely smoked a cigarette. Cheryl had taken up the seat beside him, leaning her elbow on the back and resting her head in her hands. They were talking, but you couldnât hear from where you stood in the corner. Every now and then Joelâs eyes would search for yours, meeting them for a moment as a small smile spread across his lips, before they would flick back to Cheryl, joining their conversation again.
A few minutes later, the cameraman gave the okay to start shooting, making the rest of the set settle down. Joel still smoked his cigarette, so you took it upon yourself to be a good assistant and walk over to him with an ashtray.
A smile spread across Joelâs face when he saw you approach. His arm came up to rest over the back of the couch, his body opening to you with curiosity. You gave him a small smile in return, presenting the ashtray to him with a teasing raise of your eyebrow.
âJust ânother drag, sweetheart,â he teased, placing his cigarette back between his lips.
âNuh-uh,â you chuckled, stealing his cigarette from his mouth with two pinched fingers.
The rest of the smoke in his lungs came out in small chuckles, his hands gathering in his lap as he leaned slightly towards you, moony eyes watching you. He was about to say something before,
âQuiet on set,â the cameraman interrupted with a shout.
You wanted to do something. Cup his cheek, kiss him, anything to just touch him, but you couldnât. You needed to keep it professional. Instead, you gave him another small smile before you walked back to your previous spot in the corner.
âAnd⌠action!â
With the shout of the cameraman, the film was rolling, and the shoot had started.
Leaning against the wall again, you crossed your arms over your chest as you watched Cheryl sink to her knees between Joelâs spread legs. On her lips she wore an innocent pout while her hands caressed his thighs.
âWanna put my mouth on it,â she said in a sweet voice.
âYeah, baby? What do you want in your pretty little mouth?â Joelâs voice was deep and coaxing, his hand cupping Cherylâs chin where his thumb ghosted over her skin.
Cheryl tilted her face down slightly, eyes big and wide as she looked up at him through her lashes.
âYour cock, sir,â she pouted.
You still didnât know much of the plot to the porno they were shooting, but it was clear that they were going in a specific direction. It wasnât unusual for Joel to slip into a more dominant character in the pornos he played in, but this new element of innocence from his scene partner wasnât something he often did.
âYou want me to teach you how to suck cock like a proper whore, sweet girl?â
Sweet girl.
You watched how Cherylâs head nodded in his palm, teeth catching on her bottom lip, and a wicked smile tugged at the corners of Joelâs mouth. It made you shift your weight, arms tightening around your body.
âAlrightâŚâ Joelâs thumb ghosted over her bottom lip, âTake my cock out,â he ordered, pulling his hand away.
Cheryl obediently did as he said, her hands messing with the buttons on his jeans. Joel wasnât wearing anything underneath â it was easier that way, heâd told you earlier in his trailer. Cheryl gasped as Joelâs hard cock sprung free. Her eyes wide as she watched how his cock slapped against his lower stomach.
ââs big isnât it, sweet girl?â
Again.
Your teeth caught on your bottom lip, pulling at the loose skin with a burning ache.
âSo big, sir,â Cheryl agreed, nodding her head.
âToo big for your little mouth, sweetheart?â Joel teased, taking himself in his hand, pulling gentle strokes up and down.
Cheryl shook her head again, âNo, sir! I can take it!â
Joel huffed out a laugh at that, his grin growing wider. âYes, you can, slut.â
His degrading words pulled a moan from Cheryl, and not a second later her mouth was on him. Joel laughed again, another huffing chuckle leaving him as his heavy hand came to rest at the top of her head, guiding her down on him.
âThatâs it, slut, suck that big cockâ take it all the way down that whore throat,â he encouraged, head tipping back in pleasure. The wet sounds echoing through the room were obscene, pornographic. Sticky strings of spit clung to Cherylâs chin and dripped down to her breasts where sheâd tugged at the V of her neckline to expose them.
âFeels so good, my sweet girlâ just like that,â Joel moaned, eyes squeezed shut with a look of pleasure coating his features like heâd ascended to heaven.
My sweet girl.
The room spun, and you pressed your back harder against the wall, like it would fall down over you if you didnât press up against it. Or maybe it was you who would cave in.
That pet name. That fucking pet name.
You needed to step out if you wanted to breathe, your throat tightening up as your thoughts drifted; to this morning in your bed and then again in the shower, to the two of you in that motel bed, to Joelâs hand on your knee as heâd knelt in front of you by the pool in Pismo Beach. Burning tears pressed behind your eyelids. You couldnât watch any more, couldnât hear any more, you couldnât.
As quietly as you could you stepped out of the set. Your eyes pinched together in a squint as the hot LA afternoon sun blazed down on you. The air hot and stuffy, but not as suffocating as you felt inside.
Why did you feel this way? Jealous of another woman?
Joel wasnât your boyfriend⌠at least not in so many words, but after Pismo Beach and his confession, he felt like yours. Someone you canât help but fall in love with. Thatâs what heâd told you.
You couldnât keep your thoughts from spiraling. Fall in love with? How could he be in love with you? Youâd only had sex twice, never been on a proper date. You didnât know who he was outside work. His touch and his kisses felt good, but how could you know if it was more than that â more than just something physical. Heâd never called you his girlfriend. Why did you have any right to be upset right now?
This was his job. You knew that before you got involved with him. It wasnât a problem for you, youâd told him so in the job interview. Youâd spoken the truth at the time, but now you werenât so sure.
Numbed by your realization, you stepped back inside. The scene you were met with only affirmed your thoughts.
You couldnât give him what he wanted.
Theyâd moved positions. Cherylâs head hung off the armrest, perfect boobs bouncing beneath Joel as he fucked her throat. It was lewd, and dirty and plain vulgar. With every thrust of his hips Joel earned himself a quiet gag. Under him, her body was completely at his mercy. He pulled back every once in a while, to let her breath, before plunging his hard cock back down her throat. Ropes of bubbling spit escaped her mouth and ran down her face.
Joel was completely in control, using her throat purely for his own pleasure. Groans and moans spilled from his lips in between filthy praises and âgood girlââs. Cherylâs body squirmed under him, her hand rubbing quickly at her clit under her dress, edging herself towards her orgasm.
This is what Joel wanted. Someone like Cherylâ someone who was confident and skilled, someone who knew what she was doing.
You watched Joelâs thrusts turn sloppy, and that now familiar pinch in his brow let you know he was about to bust his load. With a quick motion he jerked his cock back, taking his throbbing and sensitive cock in hand, fisting himself quickly. Cheryl gasped for air, before she withered with her orgasm.
Joel groaned louder than youâd ever heard him before, his eyes flicking up from Cherylâs squirming body to find yours. A smile spread across his face then, and then he was spilling over his knuckles and painting Cherylâs face with his release.
âShit,â Joel panted, coming down. His hand squeezed the last few drops of his cum out of his cock and onto Cherylâs tongue.
âAaaandâ cut,â the camera man yelled.
Joel dropped the act immediately, stepping away from a ruined Cheryl as his cock went soft in his hand.
âShit,â Cheryl groaned, wiping some of the mix of spit and Joelâs cum from her face.
âYou okay?â Joel asked, tender hands helping her sit upright.
Cheryl giggled sweetly, big smile blossoming over her features, âOkay? More than okay, Joelâ fucking amazing.â
As the gentle lover you knew him to be, Joel helped Cheryl clean up her face after getting handed a towel, but not before assessing the picture heâd paintedâ which wasnât much, not compared the cumshots he usually gave out. Â
âIf I knew Iâd be filminâ today I wouldnât have jerked of this morning,â he laughed, wiping her face.
It wasnât funny.
part three -> here
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Cherry popper // nerd Matt p.2
Warnings: heavy smut / mommy!kink (duh) / doggy style / glasses kink / praise kink / sub!matt x dom reader / back shot / degradation kink⌠kinda / masturbation / hair pulling
Summary: you and Matt are trying to do one of your homework assignments, until Matt finds himself painfully distracted by thoughts of your body instead of thoughts of the equations on the sheets of paper in front of him.
Authorâs notes: GUYS!! I am actually so insanely grateful for all of the love you have given me from the moment I started publishing on here. The fact that so many people have wanted a part 2 for this is unbelievable to me fr. Also the fact that the original has almost 1,000 notes is actually fucking insane wtf?? I always wake up everyday and smile at all of the lovely comments/requests people send to me and I couldnât be happier that people enjoy my stuff, it just makes me motivated to write more hehe. But anyways, after a long and PAINFUL wait, finally, here is your part 2 of Cherry popper Matt <3
âYouâve got me nervous to speak⌠so I just wonât say anything at allâ - Nervous, The Neighbourhood
âOkay so what about the vector analysis in this problem? How do I solve it?â
You get no response in return.
âMatt?â
You turn your head to look over at him from your position sat on the floor, a pencil twiddling in between your thumb and fore finger. The notepad open in front of you details Mattâs pen marks from where he had written out the equations of your assignment for you to solve before your tutor lesson this afternoon.
It has been a good deal of weeks since your first session, and each time Matt has come to your house you have taught him something new.
Fingering. Head. Mutual masturbation.
Last week you took his virginity. It was simple. Missionary. But ever since then something has changed within Matt. Heâs gotten needier, more eager for you. A text message every hour or so, asking about your lessons. You never tell him what youâre planning though, you like to keep it a surprise for him.
Evidently though, the thought of what you do at the end of each one seems to distract him. It keeps him on the edge of his seat and fiddling about until heâs instructed to get on the bed. Which he does now with a fast pace and happy smiles on his lips each time. You really like Matt.
âMatt? Are you even listening to me?â
He hums questioningly. âOh uh yeah⌠sorry wha-what did you say?â. His eyes blink in confusion, as if every word of your voice had gone in one ear and out through the other.
You purse your lips, smiling cheekily at him and shaking your head. Matt catches on as soon as you give him a look that you know why heâs distracted, so his cheeks go pink and he shyly flits his eyes to the floor. You raise your eyebrows and he does a double take.
âIâm sorry⌠I canât help itâŚâ he peeps, before lifting one of his hands to shift them underneath his glasses. He rubs his eyes, as if embarrassed with himself, before dropping his hand back down and bravely glancing up at you. âPoor baby⌠Thinking about my body instead of my assignment. Matt you naughty boyâŚâ You tease, and Matt whines pitifully.
âDonât say that!â He shakes his head, trying to act as if he feels physically repulsed by you calling him a naughty boy. But you know he loves it. Just last week he was thrusting his cock into you slickly, whining from above you to praise him and call him a good boy as he did so, his mouth hung open with pants and his hands greedily gripping your headboard to help his hips move. Just as you had instructed him to do.
âWhoâs going to help me finish it now?â You feign sadness. Matt humphs. âI am⌠Iâm sorry. Please I wonât get distracted again, please mommy Iâll help you!â He begs worthlessly, sitting up from his position sprawled out on his side on your carpet. He leans himself up onto his hands and knees, now used to just calling you mommy like second nature. You didnât even have to ask him.
âBut baby⌠youâre already hard. How could you possibly help me in that sort of state?â. Mattâs face falls into a frown and he squirms about uncomfortably, the obvious bulge in his jeans now the topic of conversation. âI- I can do it!â He argues back, his voice wobbling but trying to be defiant.
âNo you canât Matt.â You patronise him in response, knowing that there is no way heâs going to be able to sit through any more of this tutor session without feeling uncomfortable and groaning lowly after every time the harsh seam of his jeanâs zipper rubs against his sensitive cock. You know how prone to pleasure he is.
âIf we get rid of your problem will you promise to concentrate and help me afterwards puppy?â.
Sighing and getting up, your eyes keep trained on Matt whilst his head snaps up to now fully bask in your attention, the slightest mention of you touching his cock and him getting fed with more sexual pleasure rilling him up. You walk over slowly, before you stop right in front of him.
He finds it strange really, that now he gets more excited about your touch than teasing out a good math equation. He perks up with a curling smile on his face, his eyes dreamy and sparkling. Nodding his head as quickly as he can he bumbles an awkward âyes- yes of course⌠pleaseâ.
You smirk and tip your chin down at the way Matt lies on his knees before you. Reaching up one of your hands, you push it into his hair, combing it back and folding it into the rest of his crashing brown waves. He moans happily in content at the feeling of your nails scratching against his scalp, tipping his chin up and looking at you like a baby doe whoâs just learnt to walk.
âWell, you know what Iâm gonna say thenâŚâ you laugh through your smile at his inexperienced, soft nature. âYes mommyâŚâ he obediently nods and coos up to you in a mumbled voice, before leaning up so that he can stand to his full height. He waddles with his padding feet over to your bed, a place where heâs now left a permanent imprint every Sunday, when only the two of you are in the house and left to your own devices.
âHmm⌠think it may be a little too early to use any of myâŚâ. You struggle to find the words for all of the miscellaneous items hidden within your wardrobe. ââŚtoysâ. Matt sits on the bed and waits patiently for his next command whilst listening in to your debate between yourself. âAnd Iâm not in the mood to do all of the work today⌠so seeing as youâre the one who interrupted our tutor session because you just couldnât wait, then I suppose it should be you doing the workâ.
Matt winces at your scolding nature, before shuffling up the mattress a little further. He smiles guiltily and nods. âI guess thatâs only fairâ. You hum, looking at Mattâs fluffed hair and the glasses that slide sweetly off of his nose. Every time he has to push them back up to the bridge of it in class you have to squeeze your thighs together, because you know how much of a little slut he really is. The glasses are just a front in your opinion, it doesnât matter how innocent they make him look, heâs still always pussy drunk for you at the end of the day and it fills you with such power.
âWhy donât we step it up from missionary a little then?â You finally decide, crawling onto the bed yourself and slithering over to a Matt that gulps, his Adamâs apple bobbing and practically asking you to make a meal out of his exposed neck. He already has the sheets gripped within his fists, how adorable.
âStep it up?â He asks confusedly, his eyebrows furrowing. But you ignore him, and instead swing your legs so that you can straddle his lap, his stiff cock already pressing thickly up into your clothed core. You clutch his jaw and tilt his neck upwards, his breathing thick and laboured with anticipation.
âKisses for mommy?â You mumble and tilt your head with a questioning sensuality that almost has Matt drooling within a trance. He nods, his eyes looking a little spaced out but your lips soon coming to mesh together. It reminds you of the first time you both made out, and similarly, you slowly begin to rock your hips. He pants at the friction, and knuckles tentatively at the bottom of your t-shirt.
âI like mommy kissesâŚâ he mumbles delicately in between the brush of your lips, his tongue feathering out to lick into your mouth as you continuously comb back his hair, gripping and pulling on it playfully. You break away from him to rub your thumb against his cheek. He looks up at you and blinks, his mouth dropped and his lips juicy like swollen cherries after being sucked on.
âMore pleaseâ he whimpers, and lurches forward to reconnect your lips. At this point, you decide to lean forward, making Mattâs back fall onto the mattress.
Lying all of your weight on top of him, he sneaks his hands down to squeeze around your hipbones, his fingers nervously travelling to your ass next so that he can keep you grinding above him as you kiss. But you open your eyes through the kiss when feeling the sensation of his digits.
âDid I say you could touch that puppy?â You chide him, and Mattâs hands freeze their descent. He snaps his eyes open and pulls himself away with a pout, your breaths mingling and your noses almost brushing.
He looks as if heâs about to cry at getting into trouble, and swallows thickly before feeding his bottom lip into his bitten teeth. He tries to embarrassedly suppress a moan, thinking that itâs not the right time to release one at the rub of your cunt against him. You smirk when his back arches in helplessness, his cheeks red as he stutters âsorry⌠I didnât mean to⌠I couldnât help itâ.
Shaking your head in amusement, you listen to the way his breath hitches when you slip your hands up his shirt, tickling your cold fingertips up his stomach so that you can circulate his sensitive nipples.
âThatâs okay baby boy, I know youâre frustrated. Shall we get these clothes off?â Matt nods frantically, tipping his head back and squeezing his eyes closed whilst he focusses on his breathing.
Both of your clothes come off at lighting pace, Matt practically ripping to get to the supple skin of your body. After he does, his hands are babyishly squeezing anywhere, himself now comfortable enough in his sexual ability to be brave. Both of you lie sprawled out majestically on your bed, groping at each other like feverish teenagers in heat whilst the exchange of tongues between the two of you is messy and sloppy.
Matt cannot get enough of kissing you, he throbs at the feeling of your tongue twisting with his, his naked lower half now grinding subconsciously into your bedcovers. You slap his arm at this though and he hissed slightly, pulling away and looking at you offensively.
âPuppy donât do that, youâll make a mess of my sheets with how much youâre leakingâ. He looks down shamefully, whining because he knows he canât help it. âMâsorry! I just really need you- I-â he starts to apologise but you shush him quietly by pressing your pointer finger into his lips. âI know you do baby boy⌠I want you to do some revision first thoughâ.
He blinks and nods hesitantly, yourself shuffling up to the end of the bed so that you can spread your legs in front of him, still only in your underwear. After teasing him out of all of his clothes and leaving him feeling vulnerable and bare, you had decided to keep your panties on. It drives him insane when you do that, to know that he is in more of a submissive position than you.
âHow wet do you think you can get me baby?â You drawl, and watch as Mattâs shoulders heave after crawling up to you with his cock red and stiff. âDripping?â You add on, and Matt nods his head confidently.
He reaches out his knuckles to graze them gently against your clothed heat and you hiss at the faintest of his caresses. âIâd do anything to get you offâŚâ he breathes, before pressing his thumb into your clit, rubbing it like how you showed him. Your breath hitches as you feel your centre pool hungrily, you folds dampening and getting hotter the more pressure he adds.
Your back arches. How could someone look so innocent and naive whilst performing something so unholy?
âCan I- can I see your tits please mommy?â Matt shyly asks whilst playing with your clit over your clothed sensitivity. You nod. âOf course you can sweet boy. Well done for asking so nicely babyâ. Matt smiles in achievement at this, loving the praise freely gifted to him for the most simplest of tasks.
He struggles to not moan at the sight of you unclipping your lacy set to let your tits rest on your chest freely, your nipples hardened and mouthwatering. You watch the way his eyes hypnotically flick from one to the other and you smirk. âLike that baby? You wanna make me feel good now? Make mommy happy?â.
He lurches forward to kiss you once again, dipping his tongue leisurely into your mouth to taste you as he pleasures your clit with the pad of his finger. This makes your legs spread even further.
âPlease- Iâm ready to make you feel full nowâ he eagerly states through a bite of your lips, and you hum in satisfaction. âItâs time for your next lesson thenâ. You press your hands onto Mattâs pecs and push his mouth away from yours so that you can fully look him in the eyes. âEver thought about doggy style before?â.
Matt furrows his eyes in confusion. âWell um⌠no, not reallyâ.
âWell thatâs what weâre doing today, letâs get you on top of me, real nice and easyâ.
You push him backwards and he falls onto his behind. You then swing forwards and spit directly onto his cock. He lets out a strangled pant at this and watches as you wrap your hand around the very base of his throbbing prick. âF-fuckâ his voice rags out and he closes his eyes with his head rolling back.
âIâm going to get on my hands and knees, and then youâre going to come up behind me alright?â You start to instruct him whilst pumping him slowly. He finds it difficult to focus at times because your hand feels so good, but he gets the rough picture of what you want him to do in his head.
âO-okayâ he whimpers. You stop touching him and then crawl onto your hands and knees in front of him. âGo and take off my panties then puppyâ you tease him, making fun of the way heâs so hesitant to do anything. You then feel Mattâs fingers hook into the waistband of your panties and he timidly slides them from off of the curves of your asscheeks. They fall to the mattress around your knees and you clench when you feel the weight of Matt behind you.
The bedsheets crinkle underneath his knees and his warm stomach soon presses against your back. You feel his chest up your spine as he lies over you whilst his bigger hands come to splay down at the outer edges of yours. You look at his popping veins and tendons hungrily before taking in a shaky breath. Itâs nice to ache at the feeling of his dominant position, because his heavy masculine difference makes you so fucking horny.
âGood boy.â
You feel Mattâs stomach clench in approval at the nickname. âWhat now?â He questions innocently, and you have to smirk once again at just how adorably clueless he is. âNow, you fuck me.â You bluntly muse. Matt falters for a second. âOh right-â he laughs nervously.
âGo on baby boy, give me your cockâ you encourage him. At this sudden permission, Matt thrusts his hips forward. You feel him shuffle around before his throbbing tip is pressed into your slickness. He moans throatily after pushing up into you, stretching you out and stuffing your walls full of him. Your breaths are equally as laboured when you feel him throbbing into you, his shaky torso wobbling and trying to keep himself steady above you.
âThatâs it babyâ you coo.
He starts to fuck his hips into you at a slowed and lazy pace. You feel his hot breaths on the shell of your ear as he pants, the bed squeaking below you two erotically at the motion of your bodies.
âA-am I doing a good job mommy?â He peeps, wanting to eke out as much praise from you as he possibly can. âYes. Very very good Matt, well doneâ you respond back, almost choking on your breath from how good it feels. You feel him right in your gut, just the perfect sort of length to drive you fucking insane.
He whines petulantly.
âPlease! Please call me a good boy, please, mâdesperateâ. Your legs spread further to let him in more whilst his hips slap against your ass roughly. Your stomach clenches as you groan slightly when his prick presses into exactly the right spot. With your elbows buckling, your head falls into the mattress, Matt keeping a hold of you by possessively grappling onto your waist with his calloused hands.
âYou are a good boy Matt⌠treating me so well, treating me like a fucking princessâ. He smiles happily through his aggressive whimpers, speeding up his hips. âTouch my clit baby⌠I want my orgasmâ you then demand, stabilising yourself onto just one of your elbows so that your other hand can reach back to grab his and pull it forward.
You slip his fingers in between your dripping folds and begin to help him circulate your clit before you deem him competent enough to do it himself.
âUgh my glassesâŚâ Matt moans âtheyâre- theyâre gonna fall offâ. His glasses slip down his nose and then off the hooks of his ears. His rosy cheeks blush when they patter to the mattress right in front of both of your hands. He feels embarrassed that heâd railed you into the bed so hard that his glasses had fallen off, but you only grinned at this.
Snatching up the glasses yourself, you do exactly the thing that you know will drive Matt crazy. You slip them onto your own nose and push them up to the bridge.
At this, Matt throbs and your walls suck around him. Your orgasm comes so fast after this that you barely have any time to think about announcing it.
You press your face into the mattress and moan as Matt helps you ride your waves of pleasure out, your thighs quivering and your mouth hung wide open. âCan I cum inside of you please mommy?! Yâfeel- you feel so fucking goodâ.
But you donât let him. Instead, you shake your head and move forwards, falling out of him and flopping directly onto your stomach. âBe my good boy and finish on my back insteadâ. Matt whines but obeys, knowing that if he doesnât heâll be punished. He wraps his fist around his wet thickness and begins to stroke himself quickly. His hot skin slips over his hand easily and he whimpers and pants when his cum creams out of his tip. It leaks and splatters all over your back and you smile in exhaustion after he finishes completely, his own exhausted breaths wracking his own body.
Flopping onto the bed next to you, he calms, his spent length satisfied and both of your orgasms soothing over your sexual frustration.
His baby blue eyes softly scan over your face, and he doesnât even try to hide his smile in adoration at the way you look with his squint glasses resting on your face. You look so gentle and so kind, and he almost wants you to keep the glasses for yourself just so that he can see you with them on every day. If only he didnât need them for reading.
âSo⌠time for homework?â You mumble.
Matt giggles with a toothy grin.
âTime for homeworkâ.
Authorâs notes p.2: @lovingmattysposts ⌠you donât have to hold your breath anymore gf, I gotchu. I definitely felt the pressure with writing this one thatâs for sure, bc so many people have wanted a part 2, so hopefully Iâve done nerd Matt justice. Also I am SO sorry if I accidentally missed out anyone who wanted to be on the tag list, there were quite a few names and I donât have the best of memories lol. Thank you so much for giving me and my writing the time of day. It literally means the whole world to me :) P.S. Aww? Such a cutie pie little moment at the end wtf??
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maybe a bombshell!reader where she is OBSESSED with touching and making out with glasses!reid and he is so confused why she is always all over him. i think bc he never went thru that horny teenage phase, or even the "honeymoon" phase of a relationship, he doesnt quite understand why she is acting that way (not that he's complaining)
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There's something soft under Spencer's cheek. His lashes brush against it like the wing of a trapped butterfly as he wakes, his fatigue a weight on his tongue. He wonders where he is for a worrying moment, hand stretched out to feel the couch cushions beneath him.Â
The sounds of you reach him from down the hall. The crinkling of your coat set up on a hook near the door, the squeak of your shoes on hardwood, and the familiar lilt of your voice as you sigh, speaking to yourself in quiet tones, "Unlucky."Â
He rubs his eyes and sits up. "What's unlucky?" he asks, his throat burning. He must've been sleeping open-mouthed, which is perfect. Attractive, he thinks scathingly. He's less annoyed and more disgusted when he feels the dried drool in the corner of his mouth.Â
You don't answer him. Spencer forces his tired eyes to work, sitting up on knees on the couch to try and get a look at you. He can't see into the kitchen from here, to his dismay, but he can hear the contents of your fridge door clinking together.Â
You turn the corner with a bottle of water in your hands. When you see him waiting for you your smile bumps up a notch, pretty to cataclysmic, world-ending and life-ruining, all manner of awful as you hurry down the hall in your socks to kiss him.Â
Why you'd want to is anyone's guess. He can imagine how he looks, curls matted at the back and frizzy at the sides. Spencer can't help cringing as your fingers weave into the hair at the nape of his neck, your lips a soft pressure against his for a few more blissful seconds.Â
You pull back concisely. "You fell asleep?" Your hand comes up, your thumb rubbing gently at his nose bridge. With your other hand, you press the bottle of water to his shoulder. "With your glasses on?"Â
He nods in defeat. If he didn't look like a mess, if he hadn't face planted into your fancy couch in his rumpled jeans, even if he were at his best, he's still hopeless, because they messed up his contacts again. You're vocally fond of them even if he hates them.Â
"I remember the first time I saw you without them," you say, your kind thumb moving to rub a fond quarter circle into his cheek. "You were," âyou steal a kiss, your nose pressed to his, pulling back and pushing in between wordsâ "chasing the tail of that movie star." Kiss, kiss. He loses his grip on the water in favour of your arm. "You looked," âyour kisses turn melty warm and impossibly softerâ "so, so shy."Â
You pull away to card his hair back. Not particularly gentle but never cruel, you rake his curls out of his face swiftly. "How come you never get shy with me?"Â
"Don't pretend I never did," he says. It's embarrassing but it happened.Â
"Fine, you did." You tuck his hair behind his ears. "Not as often as everyone thought you would."Â
"You were kidding. Or, I confidently thought you were kidding. I could write it off as a joke, pityâ"Â
His timidity with you rose and fell and rose again. These days it simmers, waiting for you to surprise him or tease him or do as you're doing now, rounding the couch to push at him until he sits. You ease into his lap, mostly off of him, a knee to his right and a knee between his legs as your arms circle his back. He's quick to hug you rather than have you slip backward out of his arms.Â
"I never pitied you," you say, kissing him again, no signs of stopping. "Don't say that. It's not true. I saw you were a catch before anyone else did, that's all."Â
Spencer can't argue with you. He's honestly not interested, distracted by your weight and the heat of your lips as they part against his. To go back and tell the Spencer from a year ago that his bombshell of a coworker, the one who flirts with a sticky charmed smile, who sits on the lip of his desk making eyes at him, and who never takes the easy blows, wasn't joking? It would stunt his brain. It might send him into a cardiac episode.Â
To tell him that she's in his lap more often than not?Â
Spencer's lucky to be alive. He laughs as he thinks it, his stomach stirring while you scratch carefully at his scalp.
"What?" you ask, voice a stretched murmur, close enough to husky to wind him. "Tickles?"Â
"No," he says, "nothing, it's nice."Â
He's greedy and a total amateur, pulling your face back down to his in hopes of sparking another heavy kiss. You're enticed for a bit, but Spencer knows his laugh is bothering you, so he steals a last rough kiss before dropping his forehead into your cheek.Â
You pet his neck softly. "What, Spence?"Â
"It's just unreal, sometimes. It's weird." He can't hide, his glasses jabbing into his eye.
When he lifts his head, you breathe out a laugh and take the glasses from his nose. You fold them, set them carefully on the couch beside you, and meet his gaze fondly. Your lashes kiss in the corners with your smile, pretty lips a balmed pout. He can feel the waxy transfer your kisses have left on his own lips and the skin around them. You're enthusiastic.Â
"What's weird?" you ask.Â
"How much you like me."Â
"Have you ever heard of the honeymoon phase?"Â
"The romance feeling very intense at the start of a relationship until we're used to one another," he answers.Â
"Right. Well, I'm used to you. I intend on honeymooning with you until you die. And you're in your prime, sweetheart, soâŚ" You lean in with your head tilted heavily to the side, pausing with your lips only just touching his. "You'll have to get used to it," you whisper, waiting.Â
Spencer kisses upward slowly. You sigh into his mouth, double when he paws at the small of your back and squeezes you close to his chest, thankful you took off his glasses.Â
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Bolinus brandaris [S. R]
Spencer Reid x fem!reader
word count: 1.6k
and by public demand, part. 2
summary: Reid loves the gift you just gave him and the whole team can notice.
"Everyone ready to go back?" Gideon asked, taking a quick look at the jet to make sure all of you were there. You had an extortion case quite far from home, Miami to be exact, and you had a long flight back to Quantico, so the last thing he wanted was to forget someone.
Miami was a beautiful place that you would have liked to visit in other circumstances, that had nothing to do with crimes at all, since you had always felt a certain weakness for the warm climate, the sticky breeze, and the sound of the waves that were on the beach.
You had only had the chance to go to a mall to buy a new outfit, because yours had been completely ruined, while Morgan took advantage of the wait to buy an ice cream popsicle. It hadn't been a dream ride, but it was something at least.
âI feel like I could sleep for 90 hours straight,â you sighed, closing your eyes and falling into Spencer's side as usual. You two were the youngest, he was younger than you of course, so it was easier to connect with him than the other members of the team. You seemed to have similar interests and he was strangely comfortable with you.
âYou would actually need to wake up periodically to expel fluids or you would risk bursting your bladder or even your bowels, because even though your digestive system shuts down when you sleep it only does so for a certain number of hours. Maybe you could sleep for 14 or 17 hours, which is what a baby sleeps, but 90 seems excessive to me even if you do not consume drinks or food before doing soâ
"It's an expression, Reid" you laughed, but without the intention of making him feel bad for having answered you that way. Sometimes it was necessary to explain to him that you weren't being serious, as obvious as this seemed.
"You can sleep through the whole trip" he argued and although you still had your eyes closed you assumed that he had shrugged "I'll wake you up if you start snoring"
"I don't snore!" you defended yourself, playfully smacking him on the arm and hearing him laugh. Somehow watching him led you to remember a chain of events ending in the package you had carefully stowed in your bag and you almost jumped out of your seat the next second: "Wait, I just remembered something" you reported and went to the baggage area to rummage through your suitcase, taking just a few minutes to be back in your seat âI bought you thisâ
"Me?" he asked in disbelief. The others were on their own business enough to notice your conversation, making the moment a bit more private.
âI looked at it and just thought of you. Although I don't know if you're going to like itâ you said shyly, handing him something wrapped in a paper bag with a store sticker on it. You had found the gift when you went shopping for your clean outfit and a part of you had been anxious all day to be able to give it to him to watch his reaction.
Reid looked at it curiously and handled it carefully, as if he were afraid it would fall apart in his fingers, until he managed to open it and took a piece of cloth from it.
"A scarf?"
âI saw you in one the other day and I thought you might like them. You know, you always wear your vests under your coats and your ties and you're always overdressed, but in a cute wayâ you laughed, while you pointed your hands at your body pretending to touch the pieces of his outfit "But it's okay if you don't want to wear it"
"No! I mean yes. I want to use itâ he reassured you. Spencer held it out to look at it more carefully: it was purple, a stripe in the middle of patterned colored rhombuses intertwined with some embroidery of branches with leaves in black. "Did you know that the color purple is related to royalty because of how difficult it was to obtain the pigment before the Christian era? It is obvious that artificial dyes didnât exist at that time, so everything they dyed the fabrics with had to be obtained from nature and that particular tone was quite difficult to obtain because it came from Bolinus brandaris, an extremely rare species of sea snail. To obtain 1 gram of this substance it is necessary to have 10,000 snails. And that gram was barely enough to dye a small piece. Its value and the difficulty in mass-producing it is due to the fact that the substance obtained had to be left to dry in the sun for a very precise time to be used later. Half a kilo of wool dyed in that color cost what would now be equivalent to around 300,000 euros,â he said, still holding the scarf as he rambled on. "It is also related to liturgical attire, it symbolizes power, wisdom, and is the perfect combination between the energy of red and the calm of blueâ
âOh yeah, I⌠I knew all that before I bought it, I didn't choose it just because I think purple brings out your eyesâ you blatantly lied, making your friend laugh tenderly.
âWhat I meant to say is that I like itâ he added, a little embarrassed by the smile and attention with which you had been observing him. You always did that when he wandered off, leaving him helpless and not knowing how to react.
"You said it has to do with wisdom, right?" you exclaimed and he nodded gently "Do you think there's some weird psychological reason why my brain knew that and linked it to you or was it just a coincidence?"
"Well, it's hard to explain..." he began to say, turning a little in his seat to be closer to you and begin a long explanation about the connections that our brain creates with things and people.
You were completely exhausted but you didn't have the heart to stop him from saying anything he had to say and you listened intently as much as your body would allow, until eventually you were lulled to sleep by the sound of Spencer's soft voice. When he stopped hearing your hums he realized that you had already fallen asleep and he moved your body carefully until you were completely reclining on the chair, so that when you woke up the physical pain of sleeping on the plane would be less. He, for his part, stayed in the seat next to you sheltered your rest, and at some point ended up asleep too.
The day after she came back from Miami, Spencer was already wearing the scarf you gave him. He had matched it with a brown coat, a vest in a darker shade of purple than the scarf, and a white shirt that together made him look perfect. Also, his well-brushed straight hair fell to the side and his tanned skin looked particularly clean.
You didnât need to tell him anything because the smile you gave him when you looked him up and down was reason enough for him to be flattered and also proud to receive your approval. All day you watched him, a bit for the garment and a bit for the very pleasure of admiring him, and you noticed that he frequently checked that everything about him looked good, as if he was trying to impress you. Every time he spoke he avoided looking at you, only at you, but you couldn't take your eyes off him.
The day after that he used it too and the next day and the next, to the point where it was strange to see him go anywhere without it, as if it had become a part of him. After a week, while they waited in the boardroom, Elle finally had the courage to face the situation and ask Spencer why the particular choice for something for everyday use.
"It's that his girlfriend gave it to him" answered Morgan, before the brunette could say anything.
"What? No! Y/N is not my girlfriendâ he said, completely embarrassed and making sure with his eyes that you weren't around to hear that.
"Oh, now I understand" JJ joined the conversation.
"You understand what?"
âYou are always taking care that it doesnât get dirty or stainedâ
"Yes, I don't like my clothes to get ruined"
"But more so if it's something his girlfriend gave him" insisted Morgan and in a fit that no one expected Spencer took a ball of paper and threw it at his face. That just got a collective laugh.
"I just like it. That's allâ
"We all know you like her, Reid," added Hotch, who had kept quiet thus far and didn't even look up from the files. He flushed red to the ears as the rest of the team shared another laugh, and just seconds later you and Gideon walked through the door.
"Good morning"
"Good morning" answered the others, like school children before the arrival of a teacher. There was one seat left next to Morgan that Gideon took and that forced you into the only remaining chair between Elle and Spencer.
âDid I miss something interesting?â you murmured, leaning into him and smiling close to his face.
"No" he replied kindly, feeling your gaze drop from his eyes.
"Your scarf," you said, reaching out your hands to move it a little around his neck "It was out of place"
Everyone else, except for Gideon, shared knowing glances and stifled giggles as they watched the nervous way he thanked you. It didn't help too much that for the entire meeting you were completely distracted looking at your partner next to you, making the whole team wonder when the two of you were finally going to end up kissing.
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after midnight | carmen berzatto x reader
summary: chicago is expensive, okay? so you pick up a job outside of the restaurant which just so happens to involve your camera. everything's fine until richie stumbles upon the website and shares it with camry.
contents: perv!carmy, male & female masturbation, sex toys, dirty talk, cam sex, slight dub-con kinda if you look for it. carmyâs honestly a wreck. mentions of unprotected sex, choking, oral sex, overstimulation. please note!! no formal intercourse takes place yet but it's cuming coming but ya girl wants a slow burn
reader description: she/her pronouns, there is semi a hair scene but i use no real descriptors so still vague!
word count: basically 3.9k
author notes: first fic in a year baby and boy did i lose the plot!! filth!! also i sure love saying fuck in this so enjoy that
part two
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Richieâs voice is annoying. It echos, ricochets off the walls, and canât be contained by even the highest quality of sound proofing. Which is why, at 8 in the morning, Carmenâs already considering having to take Excedrin as Richie bursts through the doors.Â
âCarmy, Cousin, youâre never gonna fuckinâ believe what I found last night.â Heâs out of breath after running in, fumbling around with his phone in a rush to pull something up. Heâd spent all night contemplating if he texted Carmen or waited to show him in person. Ultimately the urge to see his reaction won but that didnât stop Richie from waking up before his alarm out of excitement. âListen, weâre both grown ass men so Iâm gonna say it -â heâs glancing around to make sure theyâre alone, â- So Iâm laying there and jerkinâ my shit, right?âÂ
Carmenâs wincing, pinching the bridge of his nose and contemplating every decision that brought him back to Chicago.Â
âDude, fuck off. I donât wanna hear -â Richie tsks, cutting him off.Â
âNah, shut the fuck up because you wanna hear this. In fact, youâre gonna wanna fall to your knees and kiss my shoes and praise my ass as a thank you for finding this.âÂ
Heâs holding up his phone, an iPhone 8 he refuses to upgrade, and illuminated on the screen is a video of you. You, on your knees, in lingerie. You, with your fingers dragging down your chest, across the lace that covers your breasts. Your head falls back as you run your thumbs across your nipples. A sound so angelic coming from your lips that Carmen starts to understand why people spend so much time at Church. Heâs convinced youâre hand carved by God, or Buddha, or whatever might be up there.Â
Carmyâs instantly feeling a rush of heat across his chest and his cheeks as he takes the sight of you in. It feels wrong but at the same time the coiling in his stomach feels so good he canât look away quite yet. âWhy theâŚâ Heâs cut off by a whine coming from Richieâs speaker as you keep teasing yourself. His brain is frying for a second as he tries to focus on finishing his sentence. âHow the hell did you find this?âÂ
âListen, sometimes I get bored on the same ole sites, okay? Clicked an ad to see who was live and ended up here. Now I stopped watching, obviously, out of respect but this? Iâve known you long enough to know when you gotta thing for someone and youâre not gonna act on it. Also, I caught you staring at her ass as she filled the deep freeze the other night. Kinda gave it away. So this is the way you can still get some pussy while being a fuckinâ pussy.â Richieâs punching the air, clearly proud of himself.
Carmyâs smacking him upside the head, his body now torn between lust and annoyance. âWatch your mouth, alright? That is so fucked, Richie. Put that shit anyway and I better not see you tell a single other person this exists.âÂ
And yeah, he took note of your screen name before he walked away. Donât judge him.Â
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Look - There have been a lot of times in his life where Carmen hasnât been proud of himself. But settling back into bed, hooking his thumbs on the waistband of his boxers and pulling them down to rest under his balls? Yeah, heâs not proud to say the least. After seeing even just the glimpse of you this morning though itâs been all he could think about. The. Whole. Fucking. Day. He watched out of the corner of his eye while you bent over the line to scrub down the wall behind your station tonight. Burning to memory the way your ass just slightly jiggled from the aggressive motion of wiping down the surface. A soft grunt coming from you as you reach for something just a little too high. He finally snapped out of it when the smell of the chemicals he sprayed down on his own surface got a little too strong and refocused.Â
He wasnât proud when he ran to the restroom and contemplated just jacking off over the toilet to get some relief. You were clouding his brain, only the rush of the evening giving him some small relief.Â
You seemed vocal in the small clip he saw. Heâs wondering if you would have asked him to cum for you. Would you think itâs a waste that heâs cumming down the drain instead of covering your ass with it? Filling your mouth and making you swallow every drop around him? Or, Jesus Christ, would you wrap your legs around his waist and beg him not to pull out?Â
So yeah. Carmyâs had quite the fucking day to say the least.Â
Heâs finally home and running straight to bed. His stuff dropped in a heap by the front door and was easily forgotten. Throwing himself back onto the mattress after ripping off his shirt and his pants. Left just groaning into the empty room, his cock twitching at the thought of you. Your page has been sitting on an Incognito tab all day and itâs finally, finally being loaded up. This feels like an invasion of privacy in a way but Carmen canât quite think logically with how heavy his balls feel and how painfully hard he is. Thereâs not much time to spare so he clicks the first video youâve uploaded that he can.
And there you are.Â
Sitting in the middle of a big bed and rubbing your hands along your thighs, smiling at the camera. His heart is twitching, cock is twitching, everything is fucking twitching. And youâre just sitting there, licking your lips and sliding your hands under the thin material of some weird lace one piece he wants to rip off.Â
âHi there, Pretty Boy.â Your voice is music to his ears and Carmy canât take it any longer. His fist is wrapping around his cock, a broken moan filling the room as he finally gets some relief. âIâve been waiting for you to come home all day.â
Sue him, but heâs skipping ahead a little. Thereâs not much time until he cums and he needs to see you. All of you. Heâs gripping his phone with one hand, bringing the other thatâs around his cock up to his mouth to spit in. His thumb is haphazardly trying to keep the phone balanced while scrubbing through the video until he thinks heâs at a good spot. Youâre laid back now, thighs spread for the camera and pussy on display. Carmenâs muttering to himself about how gorgeous you are, longing to tell you in person. Youâre holding this royal blue dildo in your hands thatâs suddenly his biggest enemy. He deserves to be there, not this stupid, useless chuck of silicone. Thereâs a whimper from the speaker as you take the toy and slide it along yourself, tapping it twice against your clit. âFuck, I need you.âÂ
Fuckinâ hell does he needs you too.Â
His fist is clamped around his dick once again, fucking his hips up into the the slick, tight grip. Youâre still teasing yourself by sticking just the head of the dildo in before gasping and pulling it back out. âPlease, Baby. I need you so bad, need to come for you.â His brain is breaking. An animalistic urge taking over to fuck you until you canât move, canât think, just a blubbering mess begging him for more. Without warning you push the dildo all the way in, throwing your head back with a pleasured scream.Â
Carmy gasps, hips sputtering and losing their rhythm as he watches you fuck yourself. Heâs stroking himself at the same pace youâre moving the dildo, imaging itâs you heâs fucking into. Picturing you laid under him, your breasts covered in hickies because he hates the idea of these⌠Perverts watching you get off. He wants to mark you, claim you as his. His balls are tightening and he canât think of the last time he came this quick. Itâs almost embarrassing - What are you doing to him?Â
Your free hand comes up to shove two fingers in your mouth, lewdly sucking them for the camera. The sucking noise now accompanying the wet, addictive sounds of your pussy being fucked. Carmen whimpers, actually fucking whimpers, and twists his wrist over his cock to get a little more friction. Your voice hits him once again as you slide your wet fingers out of your mouth and down your throat. âOh fuck Iâm so close. So, so close. Are you close, Baby? Want you to come with me.â Youâre lightly choking yourself, a whining mess.Â
Carmyâs aware heâs talking to an empty room but he canât stop himself. âFuck, oh fuck. Gonna come for you.â And his stomach coils, hips sputter, the phone falling to the bed as he has to let go of it as his orgasm washes over him. Heâs slack jaw, warm cum landing on his chest and the sounds of you finishing at the same time ringing out from his phone.Â
Oh heâs so fucked.Â
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Carmy slept well for once in his life. His orgasm lulling his body to sleep, dreams filled of you. How beautiful you look sucking his cock. The way you must sound while he eats you out. And he takes his time in his dream. Tongue dragging between your folds as his rough hands hold your hips in place. Youâre powerless, made to lay back and let him eat you out for his own pleasure. Tongue circling around your clit but he waits until youâre close to tears to stop teasing. Heâd praise you. âLook how fucking wet you are, Princess. Youâre already getting the bed wet, arenât you? Gonna have to lick you for hours to get you all cleaned up. Can you say please, huh? Ask me to suck on your clit, Baby. You know you need it.âÂ
He woke up hard and overstimulated, rolling over onto his stomach and pathetically dragging his hips against the warm bed to get some much needed friction along his cock. Carmyâs telling himself how pathetic this is and forcing himself to push off the bed and get into the shower before heâs late.Â
Yes, he jacked off in the shower before work.Â
He had to.Â
Carmy canât decide if itâs heaven or hell when he walks in to see you standing in the kitchen.Â
Youâre on your tiptoes, balancing haphazardly as youâre reaching up to change the light. Thereâs a wobbly step stool under you. Everyone keeps saying it needs to be replaced but it continues to live on. Your face is scrunching up in concentration. Carmyâs chuckling at the sight and ignoring the way he feels his balls tug at the sight of you. âWhatâre you doing there, Chef?âÂ
You huff in annoyance, finally untwisting the light cover from the ceiling. âDamn light went out right as I started veggie prep. Hate to be a bother but will you come spot me while Iâm up on this thing? Iâve seen Fak bust his ass one too many times to trust it.âÂ
Carmy canât verbally respond at first, instead stalking over to stand next to you. His hand comes up to cup the back of your knee and heâs lying to himself saying itâs for your own safety. To keep you balanced. âYea well something tells me youâre less clumsy than Fak. Iâve seen that guy fall over while just standing still.âÂ
And you laugh.Â
You laugh. At him. At his joke. He, Carmen Berzatto, made you laugh. The sound filling his ears and now his damn heart and balls are both reacting to you and what the hell is he supposed to do with all these emotions.Â
âDonât distract me up here, Chef.â He doesnât mind taking commands from you. Silently reaching up to hold the light fixture youâre passing him as you change gears to switch out the lightbulbs now.Â
And maybe his eyes are wandering around the kitchen to see who else might catch a glimpse of you two together. Everyone whoâs in so far is honed in on their prep task and Carmy thanks God that Richie hasnât shown up yet today.Â
Heâs become quite faithful since he started falling for you it seems.Â
It happens, by chance, that you feel a little unsteady and Carmen tightens his grip on the back of your leg. Fingers digging into your soft skin. Heâs looking down at the stool to make sure itâs level before looking up to take in the sight that is his hand around your leg.Â
And he stops looking there.Â
Okay fine thatâs a fucking lie - heâs looking up. Eyes trailing up your thighs, following along the curve of your ass. When you have to lean forward just slightly to twist in the light cover heâs convinced he can see the outline of your pussy through the thin material of your leggings. Heâs contemplating his options - If he could, would he lean in and lick over the outline? His warm mouth teasing you through your leggings. Through your underwear. Are you wearing underwear? Heâs torn between picturing you with or without them.Â
Or would he slide his hand up your leg, palming your thigh as he goes. Cupping over you and dragging his middle finger across the shape of you. Memorizing the feeling. Would you whine? Grind down against his hand? He doesnât think youâd shoo his touch away.Â
God he just knows youâre a needy little thing.Â
He wonders what it would feel like for you to lick your own wetness from his jaw after heâs decided heâs done savoring you. To taste you on your own tongue when he kissed you after. Youâd look so pretty with his cum dripping down your lips too. All fucked out and exhausted and full of bliss.Â
âOkay, I think I got it fixed, Carmy.â God, heâs so fucked for thinking of you like this as youâre innocently changing the light. Just trying to improve the kitchen and heâs thinking about ruining you. He was so caught up in daydreaming that he didnât even feel you take the light cover back out of his hand and screw it into place again.Â
Youâre beaming down at him, using his shoulders as arm rests as you bounce down from the stepping stool. His hand grazes your ass - A total accident. He swears it. You reach behind him to sit the screwdriver down, your chest firmly against his. Nothing thinking anything of the personal space violation as youâre used to it from so many slammed nights in the kitchen.Â
âThank you for helping me. Sorry it was basically just five minutes of my ass in your face.â Carmy chokes.Â
His cheeks are hot.Â
Fuck is he blushing?Â
Heâs sputtering out of his words. âIt uh, it wasnât in my face. Not that I looked, yâknow. Just uh⌠Just - just trying to say that Iâm happy to help.â He sounds like an idiot
Youâre cocking an eyebrow, clearly entertained. âHoly shit, Carmy.â You pat your hands against his chest, not knowing your touch was like fire on his skin. He grabs the screwdriver and makes a beeline to the office to put it away for you.Â
Sure he grabbed a rag on the way. No itâs not for him to jack off into while he thinks of you.Â
Okay fine, it is.Â
âFuck me.â The only thing Carmy can risk trying to say as the door shuts heavy behind him and his pants hit the ground.Â
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Carmen doesnât avoid you now but he certainly makes it hard to get close to you. Heâs too distracted when youâre around. Maybe thereâs a bit of guilt mixed in too at his new night routine. Leave the restaurant, load your page, and wait to see what happens. New videos? New pictures? You were wormed into the back of his brain and it had to stop.Â
So your station got moved further down rotation. Youâre at the end of the line on the left, heâs at the start on the right. It helps clear his mind, lets him hone in on perfecting what goes to the floor.Â
Heâs able to move quickly, shifts blowing by as the restaurantâs rush takes all his attention. The clock clicks down two minutes till close, everyone working in silence to get the place flipped and go home. Heâs wrapping up with Syd, helping her make a few adjustments to expo before grabbing a dead plate off of the end of the line and heading to the office with his food and a cup of water in hand. He needs a mental minute, a bite of food, and to let his thoughts all catch up.Â
The doorâs already cracked and heâs halfway through the entry way when he registers you. Sitting there. At his desk. Your legs are crossed, a cool damp towel resting over your eyes. He wants to turn on his heel and retreat but decides that he canât treat you any differently just because heâs developed some silly little crush. Running away would be treating you different.Â
âYou good, Chef?âÂ
To which you groan. Different from the ones heâs used to - This one is guttural, pained. You press your hands flat against the rag and will the cool temperature to help the pressure in your head. âKiller migraine, thatâs all. Shit was moving so fast tonight and I wacked the back of my head on something in the walk in. Sorry for being in here, Carm. Just uh, needed a second.â You should push up out of the chair, show your respect. But right now youâre half convinced that standing up would be detrimental so for now youâre cemented to the seat.Â
âHeard.â Carmen nods to himself, sitting down the plate before opening up the desk drawer as quietly as possible. Your knee is pressing into the side of his thigh, grounding and warm. He fishes out a bottle of medicine, shaking out two pills. âHold out your hand.âÂ
You take a second to brace yourself for movement, sitting up and moving the towel off your eyes. Letting it pile up into a clump on the desk besides you. Thereâs no way around it - You look pitiful. Pouting up at Carmen as he hands over two pills and his cup out water. You take the pills diligently, taking a few gulps and letting your eyes fall back closed as you will them to kick in instantly. âCan I ask a favor?âÂ
âAnything, Chef.âÂ
Slowly, so not to shake yourself up, you turn the chair until your back is to Carmen. âWill you see if I gotta bump back there? Kinda terrified I gave myself a concussion but I donât wanna believe it was that hard.âÂ
He snickering, a grin pulling up the corners of his mouth as he steps closer. âWell youâd absolutely fuck me if you needed to file workmenâs comp so Iâm gonna need you to be fine, âkay? Way too much fuckinâ paperwork to do on a Friday night.â You start to laugh but itâs quickly cut off into a small groan of appreciation as you feel warm, rough hands clasp either side of your shoulders.Â
Carmen works his way up your neck and catches himself holding his breath as his fingers brush along your scalp. Heâs taking his time, savoring the moment, all under the pretense of taking care of his employee. Thatâs all. âThink weâre both in the clear. You feeling alright besides the headache? Need me to hold up some fingers for ya to guess? Havenât managed to cut any off so weâve got all ten to work with.â Heâs got you laughing again while rough fingers work their way back down to your neck. The feeling of the vibration of your laughter against his hands sending chills down his back.Â
Wordlessly Carmen gets to work rubbing your shoulders. Tender, deep. Years of practice rolling out dough and desserts and tenderizing meat coming into play as he continues to knead away at your tense body. You let out an appreciative moan and Carmen has to start thinking of something to keep his inevitable hard on from being obvious.Â
When his hands come up closer to your neck once again heâs hit with flashbacks of the first video he watched. You choking yourself â Is that something you truly liked? If his hand came around to cup your throat, palm resting on one side with his fingertips firmly against the other, and lightly squeezed would you moan? Rub your thighs together in search of some hint of relief?Â
âAre you always this good with your hands, Chef? Hmm? Canât imagine you giving Marcus this treatment.â Youâre laughing and can practically hear the smirk in Carmenâs voice as he responds. âYeah - You uh, didnât know that? I just love you know, rubbing shoulders. Itâs my thing. Kick your ass all night and then rub the stress out.âÂ
Heâs blanching a little at his reply. Kinda obvious but okay then, Carmen. You reach up, putting your hands atop his with a little smile. âWell thank you for⌠Rubbing my stress out, Chef.âÂ
Carmenâs red. Head to toe just bright red. âOf course, Chef. Anytime.â Heâs entertaining to say the least as you pat his hands before spinning around in his chair. You snag another drink of water, throwing him a wink before moving to exit the office. Your hand runs along his chest, an appreciative gesture, as you head back to the floor.Â
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Late Saturday night Carmenâs so exhausted that he barely has the energy to take his work clothes off. Falling haphazardly onto his old couch, kicking his work boots off one at a time. His eyes are heavy, body aching, and he almost falls asleep before he gets to see you.Â
But heâs fishing his phone from his pocket, refreshing the all too familiar landing page to see youâre actively live. How you have the energy is beyond him.Â
Youâre standing there trying on clothes that someone must send in and Carmy feels a pang of jealousy. Heâs watching through half hooded eyes as you slip in a pair of shorts, turning your behind towards the camera and pulling them up just slightly to put more of your ass on display. Youâre chatting away about the material while slowly pulling them down to reveal just this frilly little pair of panties that was sent in as well.Â
Heâs propping the phone up on the armrest of the couch, laying on his side while he watches you chat away. Itâs soothing. Almost like an ASMR video.Â
Carmenâs not sure when he fell asleep - Somewhere in-between you trying on a third outfit and attempting to clean up your bed from all the packaging. He finds you soothing, comforting. He makes a mental note to hunt out some sort of wish list you must have for these items before passing out and, once again, dreaming of you.
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