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luxesiren · 1 year

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⸻ 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐙𝐙𝐈; e.jeager + j.kirschtein x black reader

❦ synopsis; eren and jean argues on gets you first and betting on who can make you come first

❦ warnings; black fem reader, thick/chubby reader, poly relationship, established relationship. smut; oral (f!receiving + m!receiving), hand jobs, competitive sex, riding, jacuzzi sex, public sex, dirty talk, degradation, oral fixation, praise kink, double penetration

❦ author’s note; ahem, i went rogue with this! i made venus’s idea come to live with this piece🤭 but also, i feel like i need this in my life.

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you were lounging in the jacuzzi feeling the warm water and bubbles, losing yourself in the comforting atmosphere. the sounds of the bubbly water reaching your ears and making your eyes close with a content sigh.

this was the perfect way to end your week seeing as you had been stressed from school and everything from your schoolwork to your job but the warm water from the jacuzzi was washing away all that stress and you were grateful.

you soon felt a hand caressing your shoulder and another grabbing your hand, you opened your eyes to see your boyfriends looking down at you with smiles on their faces. “you guys getting in, or are you just gonna stare at me all night?”

“we can’t stare at you, mama?” eren asked with a smirk. jean rolled his eyes in disgust.

“eren, you’re so corny. you look really pretty tonight baby.” jean said. eren tsked.

you already felt the argument coming on. “wait so i’m corny for asking we can’t stare at you? what kind of fucking logic is that?” eren crossed his arms and looked at jean.

you rolled your eyes because of course, jean would feed into that. “fuck you, eren. seriously. yes, it was corny, next time come up with something that’s not corny.” jean argued.

“if y’all are gonna stand there and argue then you can forget about getting in with me,” you said, sinking back into the water and trying to relax again.

jean and eren apologized and hopped in next to you, you sighed with a smile, “see? isn’t that better? why are you arguing anyways? i like being called mama and i'm both of your girlfriend, what’s the problem?”

“nothing, pretty girl. eren is just immature and infuriating.” jean said with a mocking smile.

eren clenched his teeth trying not to start an argument, “mama, i’m sorry. jean just gets me worked up, i'm more focused on you now.”

you laughed at both of them, “y’all are ridiculous.” closing your eyes again with an amused sigh.

eren smiled and trailed his hand on your thigh, squeezing your inner thigh. jean caught him and started to kiss your neck softly. both of them were trying to start something and you couldn’t complain — you loved having boyfriends who took care of you in bed.

you opened your eyes to see eren staring back at you, you leaned in to kiss him. his lips immediately met yours and you felt your pussy jump from eren’s finger teasing you from the outside of your bathing suit. eren’s finger run your clit in slow circular motions and you moaned in his mouth.

jean kept sucking at your neck, placing hickies everywhere he could reach, he moved back to see you and eren kissing — he pushed eren’s head away and turned your head towards him to kiss you.

“hey! what the hell!” eren yelled, jean had practically stolen your attention, eren wanted the attention back on him so he kept moving his fingers on your clit.

you mewled in jean’s mouth, pulling back and tossing your head back, both boys looked at you with a smile. jean saw eren teasing your clit and he wanted to please you like that.

jean started groping your titties softly causing you to moan softly, everything was stimulating you all at once and you didn’t know what to do. “fuck.” you said breathlessly.

they both looked at you and started to smile, “feel good? tell me it feels good.” jean said with a cocky smile.

you moaned, nodding your head. “feels so good, baby.” jean kissed you deeply while still massaging your breasts, he always loved playing with your tits and he never failed to make you feel good while doing it.

eren rolled his eyes, yet again. “mama, your pussy feels so good, what did we do to deserve such a pretty pussy like yours?” he asked, his fingers curling just right and making you see stars. “i bet i can make you cum just like this.”

“you wanna bet?” jean raised an eyebrow.

eren stop moving his fingers which caused you to whine, “you don’t think i can make her cum?”

“oh no, no, i’m fully aware of your abilities to make her cum but i don’t think you can make her cum before i make her cum.” jean snarked back.

you glanced to see them glaring at each other, with full determination in their eyes. “it’s not a competition or whatever but maybe we should see..” you voiced with a sly smile.

they looked at you with surprise and then back at each other, “let’s see who can make me cum first.” you smiled.

making the bet was a mistake all in itself but you would never regret it, not with the way eren was practically tearing off your suit — eager to please you.

jean pushed him aside, “can you be gentle with her? jeez, you’re such an animal honestly.”

you chuckled, taking off the rest of your bathing suit, watching as both of your boyfriend's jaws went slack at the sight of you.

your breasts on display and ready to be grabbed, your boyfriends eyed them and couldn’t look away. the way your hips curved could make them drop to their knees and you loved how willing they were to please you whenever you wanted them to.

jean’s hand trailed up your inner thigh, the movement alone making you jump and chuckle at the tickling sensation. eren looked at you up and down, his eyes fucking you and you could sense the desperation.

your pussy leaking from both of their gazes, your eyes trailed down both of their bodies.

jean’s body was so beautiful, his abs on display and you salivated at the sight of water dripping off his body, his chest was so big and it made you wanna bite them — down to his dick which stood proudly in his swim trunks, jean’s dick was fucking gorgeous. maybe it wasn’t as thick as eren’s but his dick was long and it made your insides dance happily.

you quickly moved over to eren, his body just as beautiful and addicting, she thought about the countless times you found your hands squeezing at his chest while jean fucked you so good that you saw stars. they could be competitive sometimes but you loved how well they could please you.

you snapped out of your thoughts when you felt a finger curling in your cunt slowly. you looked up and saw jean smirking at you while moving his finger slowly, thumb circling your clit and making you moan.

eren moved into action, his mouth latching onto your nipple as if he was a breastfeeding baby and sucking. his tongue swirled around your nipple slowly — your breath getting heavier with all the attention you were getting.

how’d you get so lucky? two of the finest boys wanted your attention and only your attention.

your fingers quickly tangled in eren’s hair and your other bringing jean into a kiss, lips smacking and your tongues tangled with each other making you moan softly into the kiss. something about the two boys just being obsessed with you made you even wetter than you already were, it should’ve been illegal.

“mm please, baby?” you broke away from the kiss to whine.

eren pulled off your nipple and inserted a finger right beside jean’s, “please what, mama?”

you shuddered as his finger entered you, double the stimulation. their fingers moved in sync and it felt amazing, you couldn’t describe the sensation but it was just right and i didn’t want to lose it.

they both watched as your chest moved up and down before looking at each other with a smirk, seemingly communicating with each other before you felt more fingers inside your cunt. you moaned loudly and your sopping cunt clenched around their fingers.

“fuck, eren, jean, oh my god.” you moaned loudly, your eyes shutting on their own accord. their fingers curled in the right place and it was almost enough to drive you over the edge and make you see stars and not the ones in the sky.

jean leaned down to suck a mark on your inner thigh while eren, fucking eren, sucked your clit in his mouth and your hand flew to his hair and gripped tightly.

jean leaned over to whisper something in eren’s ear before starting to suck at his neck while still fingering you. usually, they weren’t affectionate with each other during this time but jean seemed greedy, wanting to please you and him at the same time.

maybe it wasn’t a competition anymore, maybe it was a pleasure fest and you all wanted to please each other. your eyes locked with theirs and you started to shake, it was so fucking good to see jean sucking on eren’s neck while eren sucked on your clit.

“i’m gonna cum, keep going, please,” you whimpered, legs shaking and trembling in their hold.

eren removed his fingers but kept his mouth in your clit and jean’s fingers moved faster but not before he added a third finger. your moans getting louder as the stimulation starts to get to you and your breath gets heavier and heavier.

then, like a balloon popping, the pleasure snapped and you came on eren’s tongue and jean’s fingers. you gasped and shook from the intensity of the earth-shattering orgasm you just had.

jean thrust his fingers inside you one more time before pulling them out and bringing them to his lips and tasting your cum and juices. eren pulled off your clit and watched as he licked it all off before grabbing his wrist and licking his fingers and groaning at the taste.

your eyes rolled back and a high-pitched moan escaped your lips, everything was always a competition so to see them working together and being nasty together was so fucking mind-blowing.

the image of them licking your juices off jean’s fingers would be engraved in your mind forever and ever.

eren pulled jean closer and whispered something in his ear and you saw the mischievous smirk from jean. “hey, pretty girl, whaddya say we take this to our room and we can have more fun, yeah?” jean asked.

you had no idea what they had planned but you knew that was gonna be good.

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once you got to the room, everything went south really quickly. they manhandle you into their favorite position; ass up, face down. in that gorgeous arch that was only reserved for them, jean leaned down to whisper in your ear and eren positioned himself right in front of you on the bed, his dick free from his trunks and the beautiful red tip, leaking precum and right in front of your face.

“you’re gonna suck his dick while i eat you out, sound okay with you?” he said, a smirk evident in his voice.

you could only nod your head in response. you watched eren’s hand wrap around his dick and start to move it up and down, throwing his head back — his hair, which was out of his usual bun, surrounded his face and you smirked as he locked eyes with you and brought his dick to your lips.

you immediately latched onto his tip and licked his slit before bobbing your head slowly, teasing him slightly. you loved how vocal he was in bed, it made more slick run down your thighs.

jean stood behind you and watched as eren’s dick slid into your mouth so easily. his hands landed on your plump ass and gripped tightly before landing a slap on your right cheek, making you moan around eren’s dick which caused him to groan from the vibration.

one thing about jean, he loved to tease. you admit sometimes he can be impatient and just dive in but when he was feeling it, he would tease you. tonight was gonna be one of those nights.

as eren’s dick slid down your throat, you felt jean’s breath over your folds making your pussy leak even more. “gosh, baby. you have the prettiest pussy i’ve ever seen. don’t you think so, eren?” jean asked.

“oh yeah, she does— fuck, she like that mama. prettiest cunt i’ve ever seen.” eren responds with a groan.

your hands gripped eren’s thighs and your head kept bobbing, trying to make him cum now. you release him with a loud pop and start to jerk him off, using your spit to make the glide easier.

while you were distracted you felt the warmth of jean’s tongue at your entrance. his hands gripping your ass and moaning into your cunt like he never ate you out before. everything was a competition to the boys but they both ate your pussy like it was their last meal and there was no competition with that. they both agreed once you told them that they both are good at it.

you moaned out and your head dropped on eren’s thigh, trying to compose yourself enough to put your mouth back on him but jean wasn’t holding back and you were becoming dizzy, “fuck, j-jean, feels so good, mmph”

eren chuckled, “ma, c'mon, put my dick back in your mouth.”

you nodded against his thigh and moved to lick his shaft before deep-throating his dick, his hands moving to your head and guiding you. it was all too much at one time and everyone was chasing the feeling of euphoria — jean’s tongue deep inside you, licking against your walls trying to slurp your juices. eren trying to cum in your mouth and fuck your face and you, trying to cum on jean’s face.

“mmm fuck!! mama, you’re doing so good fa me. taking my dick like a fucking champ” eren praised with a moan.

jean’s hand smacked your cheek hard enough to leave a print, he caressed and smacked it again which made you arch further, pushing your cunt into his face even more.

eren’s thighs trembled under your hands and soon enough he was saying your name and cumming down your throat. he pushed your head down even further so you could properly swallow all of his seed. it was never a challenge because you practically swallowed his dick (and cum) every night.

thick cum traveled down your throat and you moaned around his dick that was lodged in your throat. “so good, ma. did you swallow all of it?” he asked when he pulled you off his softening dick. you nodded and stuck your tongue out to show him that you did what he wanted, “such a good girl.”

“only for you ren,” you said with a smile.

“is that so? you gonna be a good girl for jean too?”

you nodded and he kissed you deeply, “good. then sit on his face.”

jean pulled back and laid down on the bed and you moved to put your cunt on his face. his eyes closed instantly at the taste of you back on his tongue and eren watched your fingers card through jean’s hair as you subtly start to move your hips, riding his face.

“jean, baby, your tongue is so good.” you praised.

eren sat behind you and sucked a mark right under your jaw, his hands teasing your nipples and making them harden. you pushed your tits into his hold as your hips continued to grind on jean’s face.

his tongue flicking your clit and sucking, he was so sloppy when he ate your pussy — making the loudest noises and moaning loudly into your cunt. your hand gripped his hair and you pushed him into your cunt, it was clenching around his tongue, hoping to keep it inside you forever.

jean loved having your thick thighs around his head, he loved gripping them, smacking them, rubbing them, everything he could think of.

your head landed on eren’s shoulder as you felt another impending orgasm approaching. jean made your stomach cave in like a fucking capri-sun with the way he devoured your pussy, “jean, jean, jean…”

eren pulling you into a kiss, his tongue brushing against yours. his hand traveled to your throat and held it there, almost gripping it slightly, your hand landing on top of his and nodding softly — he squeezed and that was all it took for you to cum on jean’s face.

you broke the kiss and whined loudly, “ahh! oh, fuck!!!”

you landed back on eren’s chest and tried to catch your breath and you thought it was over.

jean pulled off your clit after one last suck, caressing your thigh softly, “you good, baby?”

“yeah, yeah, i’m good.”

jean chuckled and looked you in the eyes before saying, “that’s great 'cause we’re not done yet.”

fuck, they were just getting started.

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jean was under you again while eren was behind you, this was something you guys had never tried before but you wanted to try it so desperately. y’all had talked about this in full, heavy detail before deciding that you were gonna engage in it.

“you sure you can take both of us, baby?” jean asked, concern evident in his tone.

eren was the same way, “yeah, are you sure? this is a lot and we’re both, y’know?”

you nodded with a smile, “yeah. i know, just, go slow.”

they both nodded. jean went first, his tip leaking precum and looking red from not cumming yet, his hand wrapped around his dick, and using his precum he lubricated himself before sliding in slowly.

you softly gasped as he groaned from sliding into you. he always felt so good inside you and you couldn’t help but clench around him tightly, “i’m gonna move and then, eren’s gonna go.”

you nodded in response, too aroused to say anything. your hands gripped jean’s chest and then he thrust up into you, his dick automatically reaching new heights. your eyes rolled and your mouth dropped open with a broken moan, his hands on your hips as he started to fuck you slowly.

eren stood behind you and watched his dick slide in and out of you, seeing it glisten with your slick and cum. the sight was fucking mesmerizing.

he saw jean nod his head as he came to stop and then eren moved to put his dick right beside jean. your head dropped to the crook of jean’s neck as both of the dicks settled inside you.

eren had to will himself not to cum so quickly and jean had the same thought, feeling the heavy weight of eren’s dick next to his was almost too much, nobody moved for a second — just relishing in the feel of everything.

you were shaking, too scared to move but also ready for them to move inside in sync. you moved your head from his neck and you had tears in your eyes jean’s hand rubbed down your back in a comforting motion and eren spoke to check on you, “mama, you okay?”

“yeah, just so full,” you responded with a whimper.

your small smile towards them was enough for them to realize that you were okay.

jean and eren locked eyes and nodded again, “okay, pretty girl. we’re gonna move now, you ready?”

“mhm, fuck yeah,” you said.

and when they moved, they fucking moved. jean was thrusting up into you and then went down, and eren moved forward. the stimulation and the combined pleasure of the two dick inside made you cum instantly.

“MMPH!! holy shit!!” your vision blacked out as you came on both of them.

“ma, your pussy feels so good around the both of us. doesn’t it, jean? tell our good little slut how good she feels,” he said through his groans of pleasure, almost cumming too soon but wanting to stay in the daze of pleasure for another moment.

jean was fucking spiraling, “baby, you were made to take both of our dicks inside this pretty cunt. fucking made for it—SHIT!”

they moved slightly faster and you were limp, drooling on jean’s chest and letting out small “uhs”. you felt them teasing your cervix every time one of them pulled back before slamming back inside you.

eren gripped your hips tightly, sweat dripping from his chest and moaning loudly. jean was in no better shape, his bangs sticking to his forehead and his thighs shaking from thrusting into you.

you couldn’t even think, your hands gripping the hair on jean and trying to move but you couldn’t even think to fuck yourself back on their dicks. “jean, eren, oh my fucking— i’m gonna cum again, FUCK!”

“you gonna cum again? that’s four times tonight.” eren smirked at you and jean leaned up to capture your lips in a kiss.

you and jean came simultaneously, both screaming and shaking from the power behind it and eren kept thrusting inside you, his balls smacking against your ass as he chased his orgasm.

his hips stuttered and you felt his cum fill you up just like jean’s did. “f-fuck…”

after a moment they both pulled out and you laid there cum leaking out of you and exhausted from the night.

eren went to grab a rag and cleaned you up while you lay limp, jean caressed your cheek and spoke softly in your ear, making sure you were okay and seeing if you needed anything.

eren laid right beside you and wrapped his arm around you, “i guess now, the question is…who fucked you better? me or horse-face?”

“fuck you! we were both inside her you fucking piece of shit!” jean yelled, feeding into eren’s bullshit.

of course, right after, arguably, the best sex of your lives they had to fucking argue. you were so sick of their shit.

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turnersshimmertrap · 9 months

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Please Don't Stop

pairing ▸ alex turner x reader

genre ▸ fluff, suggestive, no explicit smut written, power switch, some slight angst, dom!alex, dom!reader, sub!alex, established relationship

warnings ▸ explicit themes, sexual themes, explicit language, allusion to sex, lonely reader, jealous reader (not really but just to be safe), hickeys, love bites, touching body (no explicit description of the reader's body), slight manhandling

summary ▸ your boyfriend is late home again. Not answering his phone or replying to your texts, you get angry at him and ignore him when he finally gets home. But when he mocks your authority, you show him who's actually in charge.

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a/n ▸ I wrote this fanfic ages ago but when I found it yesterday, by full accident mind you, I genuinely felt sick... it was horrendous and corny asf. But, I hope you will enjoy this rewritten version and please let me know if you have any requests!! enjoy the read <3

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I'm so fucking done.

You lay in bed, alone again. Your chest steadily rising and falling, a direct contrast to your racing mind. Eyes fixed on the ceiling and fingers intertwined on your stomach with elbows stuck either side of you. The room is uncharacteristically quiet, filled with the subtle sounds of your breath paired with the occasional commotion of a cruising vehicle speeding down the road. The room is dim, almost pitch black if not for the help of the scintillating moon, weak rays of glow peak through the flimsy curtain that clung to the sides of your bedroom window.

He's late again.

No heads-up, no text, no call, no 'sorry I'm gonna be late,' nothing. It's not like you don't trust Alex, quite the opposite, he could leave midway through the night and - as long as he tells you why - you don't mind. No additional inquiries or motives suspected. You understand he's an exceptionally busy man, you don't blame him for it, you couldn't blame him, you're the one that signed up for this, you're the one that agreed to this sort of arrangement. The limited free time he has is always spent accompanying you - even if it's just for a few hours - it's always his mission to make sure you're not lonely, couped up in that flat of yours.

But this is ridiculous.

You toss in your sheets, twisting to your side, demanding the muscles that were once cemented in place to act, resulting in an involuntary groan sounding throughout the empty room. Back facing the door, you close your eyes and try to calm your busy mind, fit in some sleep before the morning starts. But your efforts are to no avail, your mind still riding down a spiral and accelerating the longer you lay there. You can't send him another text, his phone is already filled to the brim with notifications from you and yet, none of them answered. It aggravates you, as it would anybody, the constant ignorance from his side is concerning you questioning his motives. Did you anger him? Even if you did, he wouldn't turn a blind eye to your pleas for signs of security, that'd be wrong; on every moral ground.

You're sounding clingy, and even you knew that, but he hadn't responded to you since he left for the studio this morning. You're worried, more than worried.

The rattle of your front door handle filled your eardrum, casting a sense of relief upon your curled-up body. Soon, a stream of artificial light from your flat's hallway flooded the room for a split second as the man stepped into your space, closing the bedroom door behind. You hear light footsteps echoing through the enclosure, your previous worry turning into wrath, letting the emotion wash over your mind. A few minutes passed as the man made his way around the room, getting himself ready for sleep (and a long-awaited apology). The bed dipped along with the new weight added, forming around the limb forced onto it and adjusting to the rest of the sudden mass as he lied next to you. You still refused to acknowledge the presence that joined you on the mattress - unbeknownst to him. Once he managed to get under the duvet, he pressed his torso to your back and wrapped his arms around you. The radiating warmth becoming deceptively calming as he nuzzled his head into your shoulder.

"I'm sorry I'm late." That voice hushed, whispering into your ear, that same voice you're smitten by, the voice you can't help but play on repeat in your mind throughout the day. You had almost given in to the sound if not for the thought at the back of your mind, prodding at your emotions.

"I'm still mad, Al," you replied with the best monotone voice you could muster up.

"I know you're busy and have a shit ton to do and all, but call me, text me at least. You never tell me when you're done with work or on your way home. All I ask is for you to look at your phone but you never do. It's getting annoying." You rotate to face him, meeting his eyes in the dark room. He looks euphoric in the pale moonlight, the moon's glare highlighting every grove and dip in his face, exaggerating the shine in his eyes, making you fall for him all over again. You sighed and lowered your gaze to keep yourself from melting in the palm of his hand.

"I'm just," you sighed, taking a deep breath to continue, "I'm just worried, Al… I don't know what could happen to you when you're on your way over, you know? I have no way of knowing whether you're alright. You can text or call me black-out drunk or high as fuck and I'll always answer, come pick your sorry ass up if you need. You know I will. There's nothing you could fuck up so much that would make me not answer, I just want the same effort back, that's all." Your volume sizzling out nearing the end of the statement and your tone, though still stern, becomes underlined with worry.

"I know, love. I'm sorry," Alex replied, apologetically caressing your shoulder, "It won't happen again, I promise."

"You said that last time."

"I mean it this time. I'll start religiously checking my phone if you need, I don't mind. I'm sorry I didn't do it before," his voice clear, no longer a whisper, convincing. His grasp detaches from your waist and lifts closer to your face. His fingers brush against the underside of your jaw and hook around your chin, lifting it, forcing your gaze to meet his. Inching closer, he connected his forehead with yours and his hand parting ways with the curve of your chin.

"Forgive me?" He asks, lowering his voice again providing a delicate smile trying to win you over, "Please?"

Unfortunately, he isn't able to do so as you already left his grasp, turning your head and looking back at the ceiling. He pauses, slightly backing away. Eyebrows knit together in thought, his mind going a thousand miles an hour to figure out a way on how to cheer you up, to convince you. You both settled on that, deep in thought about two contrasting ideas, until you decided that enough was enough and started to completely turn away but were ripped from your action when Alex started to attack you with small kisses all over your face. You couldn't help but giggle at the butterfly pecks colliding with your forehead, nose and cheek.

"Fine! Fine," you choked out between little snickers. He pulled away, lips curving up in victory before landing one last kiss on your lips and laying back down. In response, you slanted towards him, kissing his forehead and spun yourself around, going back to your initial position of the night. You felt him enclose your body in his arms and pull you into a tight embrace, reassuring you of his and your safety, trying to emphasise the point by burrowing his nose into the nape of your neck and murmuring a gentle 'cheers'.

Both glad that the night ended on a good note, felt delighted to drift off to sleep. Lying, silently intertwined, his breath calmed you down, lulling you to sleep, a slow rise and fall, over and over again. Drifting off to rest, fully relaxed in his arms.

However, your state was interrupted and replaced with the gentle stroke of a soft, callused hand running down your frame paired with tender kisses littering your collar. Your breath caught in your throat, the intimate act catching you off guard and sending involuntary shivers down your spine. His hand getting lower and lower until it reached the hem of your shirt, oversized as it was originally his, lifting it ever so slightly and making contact with your stomach. The stark difference between his cold hands and your blistering hot skin making you whimper slightly. You couldn't hold back, melting into his passionate touch, slanting your posture into his capable being, pleading for more. But, Alex just wouldn't comply. He, instead, backs away slightly from your body to keep his tame touch, irking you. The delicate actions oppose your wants, your needs. You want to get back at him, show him exactly what you want him to do, and yet, you won't. You know that if you call him out on it, he'll get more mellow, further away from what you desire. It's such an Alex thing to do, he's always messing about trying to get a reaction out of you, he's a facetious fucker. Fortunately, you're one step ahead, you were always one step ahead. Against your body's requests, you cleared your throat and straightened your posture, ripping yourself from Alex's clutch, propping yourself up on your hands instead and shifting to a sitting position, your side now facing him.

"You know what?" you quickly asked, head an inch from the headboard, "I'm just gonna sleep on the settee tonight." Turning to leave the king bed in an oddly fast manner, provoking your boyfriend. Thankfully, he bit the bait and reached out for you, latching onto your wrist and pulling you back onto the mattress. His demeanour switches from gentle to demanding as he engulfs you in his arms once again.

"You're not allowed to leave," he told you sternly, lowering himself to rest his forehead in the gap between your collarbone and neck, "It's cold."

"If you stop teasing me, I might reconsider," you reply, not realising that you're holding your breath. Alex chuckled, his smile turning into a sly grin before lifting his head to admire your facial features in the faint light.

"I wouldn't call that teasing, I was barely touching you." He mused, meeting your gaze, "I doubt you'd know since I'm the one that makes the first move, always have been. I love you, I really do, but you don't even flirt or anything unless I initiate it."

You scoffed, taken aback, refusing to believe what your lover just said. The only reason you let him take the reins is because you're doing him a favour. He's always busy, whatever time you two have together is spent mundanely. You both have crazy schedules it's a miracle either of you find the time to see each other, you don't want to waste that limited time messing with him. Plus, you didn't want to push him into anything unless he wanted to start. But this is just taking the piss. You can be dominant. You can be in charge, God knows you can be in charge, but he's yet to see that side of you. Yes, you've had sex before but, you weren't one to steal the lead away from him. But you started to doubt your initial intentions from his words and at that moment, you vowed to yourself that you'd make him regret he ever let a peep out of that pretty mouth.

Biting back a smirk, you calmly wrap your limbs around his torso and neck, secretly putting your next plan in motion. You somewhat draw him towards you, acting as if you want to steal a kiss. When he got close enough, you flipped the both of your bodies over, leaving you on top with Alex underneath. Legs firmly placed on either side of his abdomen. You can't help but stare at his fictitious relaxed expression, his body too tense to even begin to try and pass off his laid-back attitude as authentic. You nonchalantly lean towards his frame, never leaving his luminous eyes. You sit on his pelvis and slowly press your chest to his, colliding your lips with his helix, leaving a trail of delicate pecks travelling down towards his neck. Alex couldn't stop himself from being tense as your kisses roamed his neck. In a matter of minutes, you found his soft spot, sinking your teeth into it before gentle sucking the abused area, making his breath hitch and a soft whine escape his parted lips.

"Fuck… Okay, you proved your point," he breathed out, voice barely a whisper. You couldn't stop yourself from feeling smug, his constant begging for you to stop would have fooled you if it weren't accompanied by those arms clinging onto your waist, digging his fingers into your skin. You loved his reactions, his whimpers, his heavy breathing. You loved how he froze in place every time you found an especially sensitive spot. Your trail gets lower and lower, reaching the bottom of his abandoned collarbone. Leaving one last love bite before moving back up to his ear, nibbling on it slightly, getting ready to taunt him.

"Come on, love, we both know just how 'effective' I can be," you tormented, mimicking his manner of speech, sliding your fingers down the side of his torso, caressing every inch of his perfect body. Nipping his ear one last time before deciding to alternate your teasing to a different approach.

"But, I can stop if you want me to," you continued, halting your movements and pulling away from his body, sitting up-right. Your small grin still on display with a challenging glint in your eye, showing him how far you're willing to go with your teasing, "It's up to you."

In reality, you had to hold back from pouncing back on him, his flushed ears, furrowed eyebrows and plump lips passing every breath and wheeze he had. You hadn't done anything sexual or suggestive in terms of movement yet and he already looked breathless, so close to the finish line, his evident hard-on pressing into the inside of your thigh. It took everything in you to not start grinding into him, providing him with that very needed touch. He looked irresistible, so fine that you almost lost control, almost.

"No," he exhaled, voice slightly cracking and rose to your level, leaning back on his elbows and looking up at you. He nervously ran his tongue over his bottom lip looking up at you with the most desperate expression on his face. He couldn't decide whether to keep his eyes on yours or on your lips, "Please."

You couldn't contain the cockiness you felt, seeping right into your expression. Softly lowering your eyelids, you shift your lips to practically caress his but never quite touch. Thinking he's in the green, he went in for the kiss, you were faster than him though, moving slightly away, mimicking his previous actions.

"What did you say, love?"

"Please, please," he repeated slowly, his desperation apparent. His hands sliding down to your thighs, circling his thumb on the inner part.

"Please, what Al? Use your words."

"Please, don't stop."

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hongssami · 2 years

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again

hyunjin hours anyone?? || chan ver, minho ver, changbin ver

// cursing; normalize platonic kissing (on the cheeks lol); kiss kiss fall in love au with hyunjin

fluff, slight angst, childhood friends-to-lovers, humor ig

description: First times aren't always the best, so you'll do it again and again and again until you'll get it right; alternatively, the five times you kissed Hyunjin in your life and the time he kisses you first.

w.c.: 2k (why did i make it like this)

Hyunjin was never huge on skinship. Even back when you two were little, he’d do his very best to avoid any form of unnecessary physical touch as much as his little ass could. It’s not like he was against it or was uncomfortable whenever someone was showing affection by touching him, he just prefers not to be touchy.

It took you a while to understand this, maybe because your sense of reasoning as a child was relatively more clouded than it is now. Yeah, it might have been that and definitely not because you were used to your mother being very touchy and affectionate, therefore instilling into your young bean sprout brain that being touchy equals affection.

What’s worse is that her go-to action was kissing your cheeks – whether to reassure, to apologize, to encourage, whatever! That ultimately translated to you normalizing kissing others cheeks as a sign of friendliness.

Little Hyunjin did not like this one bit. So he’s made a little list for every time you managed to land a smooch on him, accident or not.

one. The “get better soon” kiss.

The first time was unexpected and accidental, but it happened when you were both seven so it technically didn’t count. Hyunjin insists it does though, like he insists until this day that it was entirely your fault.

It happened on the playground where no form of physical affection between playmates should take place lest you want a crowd of children chanting cooties! cooties! which was exactly what ended up happening. That day had the perfect weather for playtime, clouds scattered across the blue summer sky that offered shade from the smiling sun ever so often. Little seven-year-old you had been playing a game of hide-and-seek with the rest of your classmates when you bumped into Hyunjin and he caused a whole scene about it.

“You pushed me! You pushed me!” You remember him whining in front of you as if you hadn’t landed on your butt either. It took a clenching of your small fist and your mother’s reminder to always be kind playing at the back of your head before you had gotten up to check on him.

In your defense, it wouldn’t have been a big deal if he hadn’t started crying right after you apologized and even offered him a small get better soon kiss on the knee he hurt. But he did and that had led your teachers to call your guardians to report the incident to them.

two. an “i’m sorry” kiss.

If your child brain had learned anything about treating wounds, it was to kiss them better – just like how your mother used to do to you when you’d been clumsy and hurt yourself. So naturally, you would apply it at any given chance you would get (it didn’t really work when you did it to yourself, but you’ve only seen your mother kiss others so maybe that’s how it worked). Unfortunately for you, the first person you tried curing with your get-better-soon kiss was a very confused and very upsetHwang Hyunjin.

You don’t really recall much from that day but both your mother and Hyunjin’s mom had an absolute blast watching you two interact. Obviously, you had no bad intentions whatsoever and Hyunjin’s mom only stifled back from laughing at her son’s reaction to affection from a stranger, so things were resolved pretty quickly.

The second kiss you gave Hyunjin was an apology kiss – the same one your mother gives to you when she can’t afford a new toy you’d really wanted. He didn’t take it that well either and had promptly hid himself behind his mother’s skirt as every brave seven-year-old does.

three. an “i missed you” kiss.

Hyunjin’s scraped knee from that day didn’t get better until a few weeks later and for a whole week Hyunjin tried to avoid your get-well-soon kisses to no avail. You’d figured 3 days in that he didn’t particularly like being kissed, so you resorted to sharing sweets and snacks with him instead.

A few weeks with you constantly bugging him with friendship over recess surprisingly paid off and just like that Hwang Hyunjin would not sit with anyone but you, mostly because he’s gotten used to getting food out your lunchbox without permission because you always shared with him anyways. But also, maybe he thinks you’re cooler than the other kids.

By the time you were nine, you’d had sleepovers at each other’s houses and joint family vacations and you could safely say you were pretty close. So when Hyunjin’s mother told you about him falling victim to chickenpox (and what chickenpox was), you were devastated. For a week and a half you had to sit Hyunjinless at recess.

The moment he walked back in your classroom that one Monday morning he was greeted by a big fat ‘I missed you’ kiss on the cheek from you. He kept wiping his cheek whenever you weren’t looking, but he was glad to be back too.

four. a “good luck” kiss.

By middle school, you’d have learned what personal space was and it was all thanks to Hyunjin.

“Don’t you think they’re too close to be friends?” He whispered to you once at lunch, subtly nodding his head towards a new couple sharing food in your class.

You scrunched your eyebrows, looking away before they caught you staring. “Didn’t they only start talking like a week ago?”

“Aren’t you too close to be friends?” Jisung butted in, placing his lunchbox on Hyunjin’s table where you both sat to eat. The way Hyunjin flinched made him laugh, but you could only frown.

He did have a point, but it’s not like you two only met in middle school.

─

The swim meet that Hyunjin had been pissing himself over the past month had finally arrived and it was safe to say he wasn’t feeling any less nervous for it. Of course you made it your duty as his best friend to hype him up and give him pep talks, you even asked his mom for help making an embarrassingly huge banner for him.

Come to think about it, you shouldn’t have been so over the top with it. It was a district meet, not the nationals. Still what’s done is done, and there you stood beside a Hwang Hyunjin in swim trunks looking like he was about to cry for his mom in the locker room.

“Hyunjin.”

The goggles in his hands shook and you’re pretty sure he’s blinking back tears with his head down. It wasn’t helping that he was sitting on the benches and slouching.

“Hyunjin!”

He turned his attention to you, only to see that you’re wearing a stupid shirt with his face on it. “Thanks for the support,” he joked, pointing the goggles to your shirt.

“Oh, you little bastard.” Taking furious steps closer, you nudged his forehead until he was looking up at you. “Thank me later when you have a dumb medal around your neck!”

And in the spur of the moment decision, you kissed his forehead. “For good luck.”

Hyunjin promptly fell over and, to this day, blames you why he only got a bronze in that swim meet.

five. a practice kiss.

“There’s a certain distinctness to it.”

You never imagined that you would be able to say those words to your best friend in this context. And you didn’t really know how to feel about it honestly.

Hyunjin sat curiously on your bed, pouting, and head slightly tilted up to look at your figure looming over him. “Distinctness?” The wrinkle in his forehead creates a mask of innocence to his otherwise very ─ uh, experienced? ─ outward appearance.

You quickly shook your head. “Nevermind. Forget I said that.”

“Well, can you just show me then?” You looked back to see him standing, already tired of watching you pace in front of him.

“I can’t just show you how to kiss someone!”

He grabbed your shoulders, steeling his gaze on you. “So what’s the point of me being here then?”

“It’s just not that simple!” You wanted to explode.

He loosened his grip, stepping back a bit. “I’ll follow your lead.”

Then, slowly, he let his hands stray back to his sides before yours shakily found their place under his jaw. A deep breath and a quick glance at his lips, and you’re kissing Hwang Hyunjin.

You wanted to yell. You wanted to smile in giddiness. Hell, you wanted to pull him closer the second you felt him return the kiss. But instead, you pulled away, patted him on the back, told him he did a great job, and pushed him out of your bedroom.

You hoped he’d never get to kiss his date.

and the first time he kisses you.

Hyunjin was a lot of things: dead honest, passionate, more dramatic than he needs to be, and really good at being unexpected. He was not, however, a little shit.

“If you won’t get down from there, I’ll kiss you!” He called from under the slides, too lazy to lug his ass up to join you above.

Hyunjin was a gigantic piece of shit.

You snort, not at all convinced with his threat, if that was even a threat. “Sure you will.”

You know this because he never does anything crazy to prove a point but would actually scale the old neighborhood’s slide set to get on your nerves.

“Oh, you bet I will.” His tone is playful, smile evident even though your back faces him. “It’s the least I can do.”

“Look, if you came here to make fun of me I suggest you come back in 3 to 5 business days.” You rolled your eyes when he sat beside you, knocking your knees together. “It’s not everyday you get turned down by your best friend.”

He hummed. “I don’t think I can wait that long─”

Then blinked, confused, turning to see what the hell you’re talking about. “Wait, what do you mean I turned you down?”

Was he serious? Now it was your turn to blink unbelievingly at him.

Your silence made him pout. “C’mon, you’re making me look bad here.”

“Hyunjin, since when have you ever looked bad?” You’d have pushed him off then if he wasn’t looking at you like that ─ like he had something more to say.

“Well, remember back in preschool I was absolutely disgusted by the prospect of getting a get well soon kiss from you? That was pretty nasty.” He recalled. “Oh, and that time when you tried to kiss my forehead for good luck but I ended up falling backwards. Yikes.”

“Now you’re just making me look bad for wanting to kiss you.”

“Hey, I never said you looked bad for it!”

Silence again. How do you even respond to that?

Curse his dumb hair and his dumb face and dumb kissable lips. You pushed him off the slides. “Alright, thank you. You can leave me alone now!”

“I wasn’t joking, you know.” He called to you as he slid, standing up to face you as soon as he reached the ground. “If you won’t get down from there, I’m going to have to kiss you.”

Your heart was about to burst. “Go home, asshole.”

“Not without a ‘I-didn’t-mean-to-make-you-think-I-turned-you-down’ kiss I won’t.”

“A what?”

He’s halfway up the slides when you turned to him. Before you know it he’s beside you, holding your shoulders as if he’s afraid that you’d run away again. “I never turned you down, idiot. Stop getting ahead of yourself.”

Hyunjin kissed differently compared to the time he had you teach him. His lips felt unreal, but at the same time familiar. The way he tilted his head to taste you even more sent tingles down your fingertips, almost akin to electricity running through your veins.

It’s eager, yet relaxed. Expected, but so comforting.

“Would it be too much of a stretch if I asked for another one?”

He chuckled. “Again?”

Hyunjin learned that he liked kissing you, just as much as you liked to kiss him. Maybe even more.

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kitwalkerswife · 3 years

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Daddy(Peter Maximoff)

summary: you go to help peter clean his room and got a great reward after

warnings: nsfw, smut, fingering, DOM PETER, SUB READER, FEMALE READER, daddy kink, embarrassment kink, virgin reader

You were a friend of Peters. When you had first met him, you had no idea who he really was but that's what made him like you. He knew you weren't his friend because he was quicksilver. He knew you were his friend because he was Peter. You had developed secret feelings for Peter but never expressed them. You felt he was way too good for you, with his popularity of being a super hero. He always made time to hang out with you though. You guys actually had plans for tonight. Peter had asked you to come over so you could help him clean up his place a bit. You always liked time with Peter so of course, you were going.

On your way to Peters house, you picked up some candles for his room. You're helping him clean so you want to help him make it smell nice too...not that his room smelt awful...

You rang the doorbell and not even two seconds pass by, Peter was there. He really was QUICK. ~ah yes, corny jokes~ “Hey y/n, what you got there?" Peter questioned. "Just some candles to make your room more homey." You replied. "Oh, those could be great for later.." Peter trailed off. "Anyways, come in." You follow him to his basement and it was a complete mess. This was gonna take you hours. With him having his ability, might not take that long, to be honest. Just help him with a few things and it should be okay.

You and Peter start making his bed after being done with quite some, time consuming, cleaning. Once you guys finished with that, Peter collapsed on his bed like he did most of the work. What he mostly did was talk while you folded his clothes. You listened to him though, his stories of the missions he goes on. You then laid next to Peter, you were actually exhausted. Peter then started talking about another mission. His eyes lit up whenever he talked about his stories. You thought he looked cute while talking and took a risk. You kissed him. He kissed you back to your surprise. He then cut the kiss off and grabbed your face. "This is gonna go one way hun, and that's definitely my way." Peter grinned at you. He went from cute to so fucking sexy real fast.

"That makes you wet, doesn't it?" You looked down as Peter put his hand in your pants, touching your wetness through your panties. You blushed at his words, you had gotten so wet for him in just a matter of seconds. "Aw, you're so wet and I haven't even done anything yet....you slut." Peter said. "That makes you feel bad, doesn't it? How easily daddy can get you turned on." You whimpered as he slipped a finger inside you. "Shhhh slut, daddy hasn't even gotten to the best part yet." Peter shushed you. He then started kissing you're neck and inserted a second finger. He then started to pump, fast. Out of shock you grabbed his strong arm, in hopes you could get a grip of yourself.

"Tell daddy how it feels slut." Peter demanded. "It-it feels so good, d-daddy." you moaned. You had never called anyone daddy before but it felt appropriate. His touch truly felt so good. "Good girl...daddy isn't ready for you to cum yet though." Peter said. You were close though, you didn't know how you were gonna stay together for longer. Peter looked at the expression in your face and could tell you were ready to cum. "How are you already, ready to cum, you slut. You're a virgin aren't you?" Peter asked. You got nervous and looked away, it was true. "Aw, you innocent little thing...that must be embarrassing, how quick you are to cum." Peter mocked. You looked away in embarrassment. "No, look me right in my eyes, and tell me you're not a virgin." Peter grabbed your face and took his hand out of you. "I'm not gonna keep going if you don't speak up, slut." Peter darkened his voice. You needed his touch again so you whispered, "yes..." "What was that?" Peter asked, even though he definitely heard you. "Yes, Peter, i'm a virgin!" You said louder. He grabbed your neck and said, "That's not my fucking name." "Apologize and say my name, the right way." "I'm sorry daddy.." You muttered. "That's a fucking good little slut." He then plunged two fingers back into you. "GaUH-" You moaned. Peter smiled at your face. He knew he was good at what he was doing.

Peter started going faster and you couldn't hold it in any more. You came all over his fingers. "Aw, is that the first time you ever came?" Peter mocked you then licked his fingers. You looked down at yourself, trying to avoid eye contact. He laughed. "Aw, what an innocent little slut." He then got up and grabbed you towel in the flash of a second. "Here, clean yourself up." You looked up at him and took the towel and walked to the bathroom. "Well fuck, we JUST made this bed and now i'm gonna need you to clean your mess up after that shower. Daddy can't sleep on soaked sheets." Peter yelled.

After your shower, you come back to the room and the sheets are gone. "I took care of it, might be the most i've done today." Peter laughed. "No, that definitely isn't the most you've done today..." You looked at him and smiled.

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literary-spirit · 3 years

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Bonnie Bennett believed she'd finally discovered her good enough ending. Yet, like most things in her life good enough goes left and leaves her with another ending. Or, perhaps a fire beginning...Journey with everyone's favorite Bennett Witch to the Viking Era for much needed lessons in devotion, courtesy the Lothbrok brothers.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, none of these characters belong to me. And to add unfairness to poetic injustice, neither does the shows or the books. However, I still intend to pull the characters' strings and make them dance, all while having a ball upsetting canon plot lines!

AN: Alright Bennett Fandom this one here is a bit different from what you're used to. Okay this one here is a bit different than I'm used to. Francesca has recently rediscovered Vikings and with it the sons of Ragnar. And don't you know she wouldn't rest until she brought our favorite Bennett Witch into their mess! As if our girl didn't already have her own problems. SMFH! So thanks to my lovely muse, here we are with a whole lot of trifling savagery that I'm just not so sure about. But as always I'll let you be the judge if this WIP lives to see another update. Flame it or acclaim it in comments.

“You know as much as I’ve savored the joy of tormenting you over the years-,” Klaus began.

“No,” Bonnie shook her head. She’d tried to go along with his final request. Really she did, but how could she? When in the end all he’d be was gone. “I’m sorry, bae. We’re not doing this.”

Rebekah’s eyes rolled. She released a drawn out exhale that hadn’t been necessary for her since wood ash and pointed stick tattoos were a thing. “Bonnie, don’t ruin this for him! Permit him whatever comfort he demands. He shoulders a burden you’d never be able to fathom. Can you not allow him to experience but one moment of grace? A moment Hope will undoubtedly cling to after he’s gone.”

“No, Rebekah! I’m not about to listen as the man I love gives us all a corny goodbye and pretend to be okay with it. And why the hell should Hope have a moment to cling to when she could have her father?” She gave her head another firm shake. “No, this is not okay with me,” her voice rose as she drilled visual holes through each of them. Klaus tried to shut her down with an arm around the shoulders but she curved him with a shrug, all while committing ocular homicide on him in the process. “So why the hell is it okay with you, Hybrid?” Her scorn riddled gaze darted from him back to his so called family. “Or any of you?”

“You must’ve been down on Bourbon sipping on that Absinthe again if you believe any of this shit is okay with us,” Marcel waved her off barely sparing her a glance. “We all just know Klaus is gonna do whatever Klaus wants no matter how any of us feels about it. The most dangerous place you can be when his mind’s made up is in his way. So I suggest you step out of it.”

Her neck snapped back as if she’d taken a two piece to the chin. “You think I’m afraid of the big bad wolf? I wasn’t at seventeen and if I thought for a second it would save him, I’d put his ass back in the dirt again. I take care of my own, Marcel. No matter the dangers or consequences,” she jabbed a thumb at her hybrid, “And make no mistake, that Original pain in the ass over there is mine.”

“Cute.” Marcel laughed as he rubbed at the corners of his mouth. “Bonnie, we’re his family. Each of us have known, feared, hated, respected, and loved him long before even your parents’ parents became an idea. Hell, even after everything he’s dragged me through, there’s not a drop of blood I wouldn’t bleed for him.”

“Then stand behind those words and do something, Marcel,” she pleaded, because at this point she wasn’t above begging for the only bright spot remaining in the dim bleakness that had become her life seven years before.

“What would you have us do, Bonnie?” Elijah questioned in a barely engaged tone.

Bonnie turned to consider him. A perpetual moroseness now cloaked the one she’d once believed to be noble. His arrogance hadn’t been quite the same since the restoration of his memories. More and more he’d begun to remind her of Finn. She squared her shoulders and straightened her spine. Since discovering what Klaus planned to do, she’d toyed with an idea she’d vowed never to indulge. Yet, under the weight of impossible desperation such vows could not stand.

“The eternal witch spell should be evoked,” she said.

“By whom?” Kol questioned. His chocolate browns moved from Freya to Hope. When both appeared to know less than him his disbelieving gawk returned to her. “You?!” Laughter burst from his mouth. “Oh Darling, I’ve witnessed that spell make a supernatural mess of the most talented witches to ever recite a chant. There’s only one destined to master the eternal witch incantation and her sorcery is said to be unmatched.” His knowing gaze drifted to Hope, and then back to her. “There’s no way you’re powerful enough to undertake the task. You’re not even the strongest witch on this block.”

Bonnie flinched. Damn it, if Kol hadn’t DOA’ed her pride. When the hell did he jump on the Bennett hate train? To hear how far his opinion of her plummeted sort of burned.

She nodded. “Okay, if not me why not Davina. You tend to enjoy blowing her horn. If she’s all you claim her to be, get her here. I’ll happily bow down if her being greater than me will save him.” She jerked her head in Klaus’ direction.

“No!” Marcel barked.

“Leave my wife out of this.” Kol zipped across the distance separating them to tower over her. His original face no longer concealed by his human deception.

Klaus rocketed forward to place himself between she and Kol. “Step away from my fiancé, baby brother. For if you harm her then you’ll be joining me in the afterlife. To hell with your bloody dagger and box.”

Ignoring Kol’s and Klaus’ dagger and the box bit, her distressed stare collided with Freya’s. “What about you? Will you help me save your brother?”

“Bonnie, that spell is much too dangerous. Even for me.” The blondes eyes offered her a thousand apologies but not one solution. “I’m sorry, but I can’t risk it…not now.”

Her desperation bottomed out to despair as her gaze took a hail Mary launch to the supposedly most powerful witch in the room. “Hope?”

The room erupted. You’d think she’d offered the girl a crack pipe. When she was Hope’s age she was taking down well…her dad.

“Bonnie!” Elijah yelled.

“This is madness,” Rebekah growled, taking a step in their direction. “Nik tell her!”

“We’ve already talked about this, Bekah.” Marcel shook his head and tugged Rebekah back to his side. “That doesn’t concern us.” Bonnie heard Marcel mutter.

Klaus spun away from Kol to regard her. He grabbed her face and cradled her cheeks in his palms. “Everything’s going to be alright, Love.” He whispered, before brushing his lips against hers. Liquid pain disturbed the stillness of his crystal blue stare and contradicted the hell out of his reassurance.

“How?” She tugged herself free of his grasp. “How’s everything going to be alright? You’ll be dead and then what? Life goes on? Fuck that! I’m not about to stand here and mourn a defeat I haven’t loss yet!” She whirled away and marched from the gathering. Her decision made.

Once out of sight, she hurried towards their bedroom. Inside, she closed the door and locked it. The barrier wouldn’t hold her hybrid, but the fraction of time it would provide may be all she needed to complete the spell. She fell to her knees next to the mattress. Carefully, she tugged the blanket from underneath the bed. The already prepared altar and ingredients slid out. She stared down at the athamae and exhaled. Second thoughts plagued her mental, but she shook them away. She’d come this far already. The time to bitch up and forget about it had come and gone. Now was the time to do and die, literally.

She picked up the dagger and called forth every ounce of mystical energy which bled through her veins. A swell of Bennett sorcery overwhelmed the room. Pictures rattled on the walls. The balcony doors blew open and the glass shattered. Furniture not nailed down whipped about the room like she’d caught a ride in a tornado. Steeling her nerves, she continued. She called forth her psychic energy, her huntress energy. Any and everything supernatural about her she offered to the Goddess of all in exchange for an eternity of knowledge and the fated eternal mate destined to help her defeat the Hollow.

After relinquishing her all to the Creator she sliced open her palm. Blood gushed from the wound and saturated the ingredients. A searing light illuminated the room. The bargain was struck and accepted. Now the sacrifice. She swallowed and raised the blade. Aiming it at the center of her chest, she closed her eyes.

“Bonnie, no!” Klaus’ voice penetrated the white noise blaring throughout the room. “Love, don’t do this. You won’t survive.”

She opened her eyes. He stood just beyond the enchantment circle, attempting to force his way into the barrier. “Neither will you if I don’t. Besides, if it doesn’t work I’d rather be in the ground anyway than breathe without you, Klaus.”

“Bonnie, please,” he pled as he dropped to his knees. He slammed his fist against the barrier. “Please, don’t do this. We’ll find another way. You have my word, Love!”

A sad smile flirted with her lips. “You’re lying, Klaus. If there was another way then it would already be the plan.” She plunged the blade into the cradle of her breasts. A piercing burn penetrated her chest.

“No!” Klaus’ bellow seared layers from her punctured heart. The storm of mystical energy whipping about ceased.

Her knees buckled. Klaus caught her before the ground could and cuddled her close. She attempted to talk, but a wheeze whistled pass her lips instead.

“No, Love, don’t speak.” He bit into his wrist and placed the bleeding extremity to her mouth. His blood might as well had been battery acid because she’d bet dollars to air it burned the same. Hacking coughs damn near shook her frame apart by the joints. “Why the sodding hell isn’t this working?”

“I-It’s the s-spell,” she managed to utter. “M-my death is the p-price of a-admission.”

Tears trickled from his eyes onto her face. “Why did I have to go and love you, Little Witch?” He demanded, looking beyond confused.

“B-Because its what we b-both needed at the time and no m-matter how this turns out I’ll always be indebted to you for giving me a reason. L-Love you, Hybrid…always and f-forever.” His face faded until nothing but darkness surrounded her.

Chapter 1

The abyss gave way to blinding lights. Bonnie squeezed her eyes shut. A cacophony of sounds battered her auditory senses. The eardrum rupturing racket nearly distracted her from the violent rocking motion. A violent rocking motion which would no doubt wrought absolute fuckery on her cyclic vomiting syndrome. Right along with the tang of salt-water, unwashed bodies, and rotten fish. The potpourri of funk came close to singeing the lining of her nostrils.

A familiar acrid burn tickled the back of her throat. On cue her belly spun a series of gold medal winning somersaults. Oh this was going to happen. Her lack of sight heightened her senses and made her that much more sensitive to all the upchuck factors swirling about her. Unable to continue to live in the darkest part of her denial and remain vomit free, she opened her eyes. The brightest day she'd ever had to tolerate greeted her light discriminating gaze. She closed her eyes once more. What in the extreme fuck? Was this some kind of hell dimension? Is that why she was only a five minute drive away from the damn sun? Oh Goddess no!

"Cade?!" She growled.

The acrid burn that flirted with the back of her throat developed a sour chunky consistency. Once again she forced her eyes open...and blinked. She was on a vessel that appeared to have hailed straight out of Vikings. Damning the unnecessary brightness and her afterlife in general, she turned and tossed up the entire contents of her stomach over the boats edge. The seafood gumbo from Rousseau's she loved nearly as much as Klaus shot from her mouth and floated one way while the wind and Hades' cruiser sailed her in another.

As gravity took her down exhaustion fucked her over. She rested her cheek on the boat's wooden ledge. Drops of putrid salt water splashed her face. Yet, her fucks to give was at a negative zero low. Not only was she dead, but more than likely so was Klaus. She'd failed him...she'd failed them. Not even eternity would be long enough to make that shit okay.

Bonnie's vision blurred. Her chest throbbed. She clawed at the pounding ache between her breasts. Goddess, it's a wonder her chest didn't have a gaping hole in it after everything her heart had lost. Shaking her latest failure from her thoughts, she turned to slouch back to the boat's floor. She then lifted her gaze to assess her surroundings. Various shades of irises gawked back at her. She froze. Oh damn! Just her luck the water was sacred. She opened her mouth to offer an apology, but snapped it closed. Wait...why the hell did everyone look like extras from the Last Kingdom?

Slowly, her gaze dropped from the filthy hairy men towering over her to what she wore. The burlap sack dress she donned stopped her ever ticking clock. And based on the breeze cooling her cakes, her La Perla's had opted to skip the journey to the other side. Her back teeth clenched. In what kind of after life had she been dropped? Was this some kind of Viking hell? Had she somehow been granted eternity with Klaus in his hereafter?

The shifting of bodies snaked her attention from Kanye's spring wear to the now parting beefy men. A sight which had her questioning her sanity emerged. Bjorn Lothbrok or at any rate the actor who portrayed him in Vikings. Was he dead and stuck on the Otherside also? Wait, was Alexander Ludwig even supernatural?

"You're not one of the slaves who was captured during the raid. One of your hue, I would've remembered." The head Viking in charge edge that resonated in Bjorn's or Alexander's voice snatched her from her contemplations. "How've you come to be upon this ship?" When she opened her mouth to speak the cold sharpened point of a sword pierced the hollow of her throat. "Speak to me of canards or sagas and I shall open your gullet."

She hesitated for a moment. What could she say? The truth would definitely get her neck split wide. "I-I'm not sure. Before...when I closed my eyes, I was somewhere else and now that I've opened them, I'm..." she glanced from the horror frozen faces of the crewmen to the beyond frightened slaves. The poor shackled souls huddled away from her in the ship crevices and corners on either side of her. She swallowed and allowed her gaze to return to Bjorn. "I'm here."

"Oh my god," she heard one of the slaves mutter in a tone that, to her surprise, sounded annoyed?

His scoff sliced the disbelief inspired silence in half. He withdrew the biting tip of his sword from her throat and sheathed it in the scabbard at his side. "Bind her hands to her feet and toss her over."

The ship erupted in a flurry of movement. Two overfed red-haired and even redder faced Viking men moved to grab her. She nearly projectile vomited her heart from her mouth.

"I know what I'm saying sounds apeshit, but I swear on everything I love, Alexander," she said slowly uttering the name and searching his face for a flare of recognition. When nothing sparked in his expression she stammered on, "I-I'm telling the truth. Please, you have to believe me, Bjorn!" A flicker of curiosity narrowed his glare. Bingo! "You can't let them kill me! Please, I don't wanna die again!"

"Halt!" He bellowed, raising a hand to stop the men from advancing, "How've you come to know of my name?"

Shit! She pressed her lips together as her mind flipped through a too short list of plausible explanations that wouldn't get her burned at a stake for witchcraft. "I-I've dreamt of you a-and of this moment." There, that didn't sound too bad. One thing she'd learned from Klaus, watching Vikings, and Google, is ancient Northman actually revered oracles and seers.

"You've dreamt of me?" He knelt before her, arresting her stare with a penetratingly incandescent blue gaze. At a deliberate methodical pace, his eyes crept over her face. Her lungs threatened to collapse under the thorough scrutiny. "Of this moment?" Unable to look anywhere other than in the irises that burned brighter than the now blazing sun, her head bobbed. A smile enticed the corners of his mouth. "Then why fear what you know will follow? Have you not prepared well to meet your fate?"

"Not if my fate resides at the bottom of the ocean," she said with a firm shake of the head, "That's an introduction I'd like to cur—avoid indefinitely."

His head tilted just so as he continued to regard her. "Name yourself."

"Bonnie Bennett," she answered.

A golden brow lifted. "Bonnie Bennett of where?"

"New-M-Mystic Falls...Bonnie Bennett of Mystic Falls."

"I have never heard of a land with such a name," he huddled a bit closer to her, "in which direction does your homeland lie?"

Before she could answer, thick gun metal gray clouds rolled across the azure sky and swallowed the glaring sun. A sonic boom exploded somewhere in the distance, while blue streaks of lightening zigzagged its way through the stodgy swirls of gloom. And if the situation wasn't already atom splitting serious, fat drops of rain and hail the size of golf balls began to pelt them.

"This storm is unnatural!" A seaman yelled.

"What in the name of Odin will become of us? None of us shall discover the gates of Valhalla at the bottom of the sea!" A ruddy face old man with a scraggly beard roared at anyone who appeared to be listening.

Another much younger seaman, maybe a little older than herself, turned an anxious stare on Bjorn. "Do you believe the All Father has forsaken us, Ironside?"

Bjorn opened his mouth to answer but was cut off by a blonde slave girl who pointed a finger in her direction, "It's her! Her very presence displeases the gods. You should heave her over and pray the sacrifice appeases them."

"You sound dumb as hell! It's no wonder you're in chains," Bonnie snapped, regretting her words as soon as they left her lips. Stupidity had nothing to do with forced captivity. Yet, that bitch had some damn nerve.

"No one will be heaving anyone over," Bjorn said, while standing from his crouch, "Raise the sails and provide the slaves with pails so they may began dumping water from the ship's floor."

A surge of magic thickened the air. The foreign sorcery incited something within her. Something unfamiliar. A bucket was pushed in her face. She took the wooden pail without looking away from the sea. The very stench of alien witchery agitated her own strange mystical energy. The fiery heat of her somehow altered super charged power practically scorched the inner lining of her veins as it raced through her vessels. Who would dare interrupt the supernatural and natural balance on this scale without justification? It was like using a heat seeking missile to take out a mosquito. Un-fucking-called for!

Instead of allowing the now aggressive powers within her the retribution it sought, she settled just to keep the occupants on the ship safe. So, while she dumped water from the boat's floor, she chanted under her breath. Soon, a protective shield formed around them in an elusive form of the previous sunny day. The Vikings and slaves alike erupted in praises to Odin.

"Yep," Bonnie forced a smile. "Praise Odin!"

"Come, Mystical One," Bjorn stood over her, his shadow casting her much needed shade.

Distrust and her impromptu guest starring role on a show which highlighted the fact that Vikings had no problems raping captives, raised her guards. Though realms out of her element, she was far from ignorant.

Her gaze moved over him in an attempt to size him up. "Where?"

"To the prow," He gestured towards the front of the ship before snatching the pail from her hands, and then tossing it aside. "I wish to learn more about you and this numinous land named Mystic Falls." When she took too long to follow he locked his hands behind his back and considered her. "If I wanted to lie with you then all I need do is have you. Do you believe anyone here would be minded to protect you?"

She lifted her chin as she glanced about the ship to see not one person watching them for concern purposes. Every eye she caught on them looked to be pre-historic Shade Room and TMZ reporters. If they had tea kettles back then they'd no doubt be ready to spill the damn things. No, Bjorn spoke the truth. No one on that confoundingly long boat would lift a calloused palm to help her.

"Alright." Exhaling, she stood and leveled him with a glare even a PMS'ing demon would be incapable of exacting. "But fair warning, no one on this ship can protect me better than me. And make no mistake, I'm not above defending my own honor."

He reached out and took her hand in his. "That is a certainty about you of which I'll never be mistaken, Bonnie Bennett of Mystic Falls."

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His fingertips danced along your spine following the golden sunlight against your umber skin. While you laid next to him softly placing kisses to his shoulder and chest.

You smiled to yourself remembering how damn near perfect last night was. He didn't ask anything of you after giving you one of the most mind blowing orgasms of your life.

He just cuddled you almost swaying you as you fell asleep nestled against his side.

You felt him toss and turn until you wrapped your arms around him. Although he's never admit to being a little spoon.

"Damn, it must really be paradise here. 'Cause it can't get more perfect than this. I haven't slept all night like that in a long time." He says lowly his voice slightly raspy and deeper from the tiredness lingering.

"I mean besides the morning breath. Whew yours is kicking." You say to him jokingly before he scoops you closer into his arms and kisses all over your neck.

"Come shower with me then?" He proposed, already halfway out of the bed.

After grabbing your things you headed towards the large bathtub with him. It was absolutely breathtaking and you still couldn't imagine how you pulled off getting a ticket for this luxurious cruise.

"What's on your mind? " He asks while pulling you closer to rest against him. His warm wet hands soothing over the kinks in your back.

"Just thinking of how quickly everything has moved. First it was the breakup and then getting the position I've always wanted. And coming on this cruise and finally reuniting with you. It has just been a world wind of emotions. But as corny as it is. I'm glad that I'm with you right now." You say quietly before looking up at him and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

"You still got them same ass big brown eyes. The kind you can't forget if you tried to. I never really gotta chance to say I'm sorry. I ain't mean to take off like that. I had some things that I had to take care of back then. Things that I'm still taking care of now. Things that I wanna tell you about but I feel like that's too much too soon." He says never once breaking eye contact with you as he chose his words carefully.

You eyed him for a moment wondering what changed with him when he left. You wanted to question the scars that carried ghosts of his past etched across his skin or to ask him why he trembled when you held him last night. But you settled on a gentle kiss to his chest.

" All that matters right now is that you're safe. In time maybe you'll comfortable enough to tell me all about it. I believe that everybody's gotta past. It's alright" You soothe him and you can feel him for once relax against the bathtub.

You slowly glide your hand down his body to stroke him softly.

You noticed that eye contact is a big thing for him as you watch him melt under your gaze and touch.

You pump him slowly as you rest your forehead against his and press a kiss to his lips.

You sink down onto him slowly. Taking a moment to work him in fully before working all the way up and back down again to find a rhythm. "I'm glad that I'm here with you." You repeat against his lips as you slowly start to ride him.

At first he just holds onto you as if you're going to float away. He's kissing every part of you that he can touch before burying his face in your breasts as you hold his head against you. You maneuvered lower so that he can tug teasingly on the right nipple then the left.

Your hand smacks against the the outside of the bathtub as a kneejerk reaction to him beginning to fuck you back. His hand gripping onto your right hip tighter as he angles you slightly and drives into you at a new angle.

"Eriiikkkk. Right there. Right there. Keep going baby-" You whine into his mouth as you find the right rhythm between the two of you.

You roll your hips down while he's giving deeper strokes into you from below.

"You close huh? Don't run from it. Come on. Don't hold shit back from me." He demands as he grips your left hip harder holding you into place as he pounds into you and uses his other hand to massage your clit.

That one last stroke had your arching your back into him and he took the opportunity to latch onto your nipple again nibbling it as he strokes you through your orgasm not stopping the rhythm between lightning fast strokes and then rolling his hips.

You squeal as you hold onto his shoulders and bounce yourself through it before falling forward into him.

"Nuh uh. Don't hold back neither. Give me that shit. You're hard as a fucking brick for me. I know you wanna cum. C'mon bae." You tease you whine your hips fluidly against him teasing him up and down you.

He groans loudly and squeezes your cheeks hard holding you against him as his head rolls back and you grip his beard for him to look at you.

"Please, cum for me." You whisper to him as you feel him throbbing and pulsing ready to spill over for you he leans up and leave kisses down your neck before biting onto your shoulder hard as his stomach clenches and he releases for you.

"Goooddd. So good for me. " You moan praising him for giving you what you wanted.

After showering for real this time he left you to do your makeup and pick out an outfit for the day.

"I don't know how I feel about this look. I mean we're supposed to dock in like an hour and go sightseeing . And I'm late. I was supposed to meet the girls for breakfast. 10 minutes ago. So, this is good?" You say to Erik showing him the cherry red sleeveless dress that draped off over your back with a slit up the thigh.

It was the perfect shade to make your bronze skin pop along with the matching red lipstick and a simple winged liner.

You leaned your weight to one hip and smoothed out the dress smiling to yourself for a second as you watch him eyeing you up and down.

"You look so damn fine. I wanna spend all day in bed with you but these niggas tryna go snorkeling and shit." He says to you as you shake your head while laughing at him.

"That sounds fun though. I think we're gonna hit up all the major food spots and tourist-y things we can today. But I'll meet up with you tonight. Gimme kiss." You say to him before you both head out.

On your way to the elevator you finally check your phone and see all the missed calls and texts from Derrick. 'Shit.' was your only thought as you scrolled through them.

"I'm not gonna apologize cause I'm grown. I can do whatever with whoever I wanna do it with. But I didn't mean for you to hear all of that. I must've called you by accident last night." You say to him as he answers the phone.

"So are we even now?" Is the only thing he asks as you shake your head at how unbelievable he is.

"Not even close. Look I've gotta go. I just wanted to call and clear the air so that you don't think this was something planned to "get back at you "."

"To be honest I deserve more than an accidental call. I'm sorry. I really am. I know that I fucked up a good thing. I hope that someday we can at least go back to being friends." He says and for a moment you wanna believe that that's possible.

"Friends don't do that to each other Derrick. Like I said I just wanted to clear the air. I gotta go." You say hanging up quickly once you make it to the cute little cafe on the second floor of the ship.

You take a deep breath in before walking in and over to the table where your friends already eating and cackling about something.

"Good morning y'all. I- I overslept." You say to them with a small smirk while sitting down.

"BITCHHHHH. Yo ass got good dick glow written all over you. That birth control was doing its job this morning! " Khadijah laughs as you throw an orange slice her way.

"Sebastian wasn't it though. 2 words. Chicken Nugggeeeettt. He's sweet as gold and we have so much in common but like y'all. " Khadi adds

"UH UUHHH. Girl, and he was talking big game and ended up whipping out the shrimp?" Tasha says to Khadi in disbelief

"Good morning. It looks like you had fun last night. Here we ordered you shrimp and grits and we're gonna need the full run down. So here" Tasha says as she puts the breakfast platter on your side of the table and Lynelle leans in closer.

"Shush like you and Tasha's bag wasn't buzzing its way through TSA. Y'all I ain't even gon lie. Mans ate the soul clean outta my body. I was shaking and shit. I thought I was bout to morph into something. I'm like girl is this the moment where I turn into a Demogorgon. And then he just like held me and that kinda intimacy I hadn't felt in so long. Everything was going good. Morning sex was bomb...But then the gag is i must've accidentally called Derrick right before that cause he heard everything." You say and then watch Tasha , Khadi, and Lynelle cut up.

Tasha was clapping and laughing as Tasha and Lynelle tried to hold it in before laughing until the point of tears.

"Wait , wait I'm hollering." Tasha yells

You set there with your arms crossed before cracking into a giggle of your own.

"I don't know why I felt bad. But I did after I found out what happened. Is that weird?" You ask as you push the food around the plate.

"As a psychologist, I want to say something profound like. Dopamine causes us to try and find the love object, hence why we spend days thinking about the other person. It’s for this very reason that it can be so incredibly hard for us to move on to a relationship with someone else. We tend to idealize our exes and distort the memories we have with them. We romanticise the reality and forge an idea in our minds of what life with them is like when often it’s not the truth. But as your best friend I just wanna say fuck Derrick and his feelings." Khadi says bluntly while sipping on the mimosa

"She ain't wrong. He didn't really take your feelings into consideration when he did what he did. So, i'm with Khadi on this one. Fuck Derrick." Lennie says as she raises her glass

"FUCK DERRICK" y'all say in unison as all 3 of you raise your glass for a toast.

After the ship docked and you realised you were gonna be staying at a villa not too far from Erik's everything seemed to go smoothly.

You and Erik ended up venturing off together to all the little boutiques and food spots on your list.

Tasha and Lennie wanted to do all the cute tourist-y things on their own little list.

Khadi ended up going with Sebastian to do the snorkeling activities and meeting the dolphins. It turned out that they both love the ocean and marine life.

After sending each other quick texts about the change of plans. You agreed to meet up for dinner and to test out Club Jenja later on.

He didn't smother you when you and the girls danced at the club. But you could feel his eyes on you when men got too close to you for his liking. He did come by occasionally to ask you if you were okay or if you needed a water. Or if he just wanted a kiss from you.

He was currently standing by the bar talking to his boys when you notice a dark haired woman and another girl saunter up to him.

While they were standing there telling him their whole life story it seemed. His eyes never left yours.

"My feet hurt." You say to him as you walk over to as if the girls aren't standing there.

"Let's go then." He replied simply already done with the scene and just wanted to be chilling with you.

Your feet were done at this point from dancing all night in them skinny ass heels and he ain't hesitate to carry you bridal style to the Uber.

You wasted no time pulling off your look and slipping into one of your oversized shirts.

"You play too much. Why you left your girlfriend hanging like that?" you ask him laughing softly into his shoulder.

Of course he wanted to stay at your villa tonight.

You were both a little tipsy on the shots from the bar and realised that honey whiskey made both of y'all all lovey dovey.

"She really said I hope y'all enjoy your honeymoon. You a cute couple. Maybe she seen something with us." he says repeating the elderly lady that y'all met in a souvenir shop earlier. Then pondering the thought

"She was really cute though." You say to him as he helps you wipe your makeup and adjust your head scarf in the back for you.

"You wanna use this face mask? You gotta lil sunburn right here on your nose. I told you to wear sunscreen. Talking bout lotion gonna cover it." You scold him softly before giving him a kiss to the tip of his nose.

"Yeah , lemme go pee real quick." He says before moving from sitting between your legs on the bed.

You knew that you both weren't going to sleep anytime soon. So, you grabbed the laptop and turned on your playlist which mostly consisted of smooth r&b.

You watched as Erik walked out of the bathroom grooving to music and leaned down to kiss you.

Safe to assume that it's impossible to get over how his kisses made your skin light up like the 4th of July.

3 glasses of wine later and y'all were deep into conversation about everything from is there life on other planets to life paths.

"I think if I wasn't a stylist I'd be a criminal psychologist. That type of stuff has always seemed interesting to me." You say as he asks if you watched the new I Am A Killer series on Netflix.

To him revealing that he has a 4 year old daughter.

"Ava? She's the most adorable little thing. I can't wait to meet her one day." You say as you look at the pictures of her. She had his nose and head shape but with hazel eyes. Her adorable 4c fro adorned with jewels and cornrows in the front clasped with berets.

You think for a second wanting to ask him about the situation with the baby mama but didn't want to pry too much into it. Especially if you too planned on just keeping things casual.

"I met her mama while I was deployed. She got ill, and ain't really make it too many days past Ava's 2nd birthday." He says as he rub the back of his neck and shake his head.

You let out a small pout before pulling him in for a warm hug. You lay back with him in your arms and scratch at his scalp gently.

"I can tell that she was a good woman. Just look at how smart and kind and caring Ava is already. She taught her so much in such an unfortunate amount of time." You say thinking over the appropriate answer for the situation.

It's wild to think about this man was your best friend for years. And it feels like everything and nothing has changed all at once.

"I hooked up with Mr. Thomas after graduation." You blurt and Erik looks up at you for a minute before laughing hard as fuck.

"What the fuck? How? When?" He asks as he shakes his head still laughing.

"Well, he been a whole ass snack since junior year and I saw him during the girls trip to Mardi Gras . Like around carnival time. And we just got to talking. He stopped teaching math and now he's like traveling the world and all of this stuff. " You say laughing

"I can't believe that shit. I used to be disrespectful as fuck to that nigga too. He know I was good at math and cause I used to skip his class he always tried to play me like I ain't know nothing. Like nigga I didn't need to cheat off nobody homework or test." He says scoffing at the thought before his phone begins to ring

"We going to the zoo today. Sing the song daddy." Ava asks and she nods before saying hello to her and her grandmother.

"Isn't she lovely. Isn't she wonderful-" He's cut off by her with a shake of her head.

"Not that one - the other one papa." She tells him and you look over to see him thinking before he dramatically says "ooh that one."

Your heart melted as they started singing together. She's smiling and laughing with her father as tried to sing with him.

"We're gonna have a good day. And all my homies gonna ride today. And all these mommies look fly today. And all we wanna do is get by today. Heyyy. We're gonna have a good day. And ain't nobody gotta cry today. Cause ain't nobody gonna die today. You save that drama for another day. Heyyy we gonna have a good day." He finishes and you swear that your heart grew at least two sizes watching him interact with her.

"Have fun at the zoo with Grandma, let her put the sunscreen on you when you get out , and say hey to the penguins for Daddy alright? I'll call you later. " He finishes and he says goodbye to her grandmother before ending the call.

"We came up with it when she start going to pre-school. She hated being away from me . So every morning we would sing the song together and she gets all the special hugs before she goes out the door to carry with her to have a good day. I don't miss a day." He explains and you couldn't help but kiss his face all over.

He was such a multi-faceted person to just sit back and admire. You could get use to this eventually being everyday.

But , a tinge of sadness couldn't help but wash over you . Thinking of what could've been if things hadn't happened the way that they did with you two.

You both eventually drift off while holding him in your arms, tipsy as hell, and feeling full of love.

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one-leaf-grimoire · 4 years

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“illusion”

Chapter 11

Link to the Ao3 work

WARNING: Very Spicy chapter 0.0

Another warning: there is a *brief* mention of something traumatic that happened to MC in the past. It's pretty clear what happened even though I didn't state it explicitly.

"Hey! Oh- you going somewhere?"

After sitting in my bed for ten minutes, I finally muster the courage to get up and get dressed. I keep conjuring up reasons against visiting Julius right now, piling up like a huge mountain in my mind; but one BIG reason is outweighing them all. I'm going to get in so much trouble... can I really just walk in there after I embarrassed him earlier?! But, he's so yummy- YUMMY?!?! Shut up! Shut! Up!

Despite the argument between the angel and devil in my mind, I pull on my pajamas and a bathrobe, then turn towards the door.

I don't care if I get in trouble! I'm going to take this opportunity even if it kills me. I've lived too many miserable years, so it's time that I do what I want to do...

As soon as I push to open it, the door swings my way to reveal Alice coming back from the bathroom, and she's immediately suspicious. One look at my face after her question, and she understands, her mouth breaking into a shit-eating grin.

"You're gonna go see him again, aren't you?"

All hope of coherent response is dashed as I struggle to form words. "W-What if I am?" I finally reply, crossing my arms and looking away.

Alice giggles as she steps inside, closing the door behind her. "Good for you!!! But you have some explaining to do~" She pokes me teasingly in the side, earning an undignified whine from my lips. She knows all of my most ticklish spots. "I did NOT expect to walk in to see you in his bed last night. Also, did you see his bed head? That was so cute~"

"Yes, of course I saw his bedhead." I give up on leaving for the time being and sink back onto my bed. If I get stuck here for much longer, I'm going to lose my initiative. "I slept with him, after all."

"AHHHH!" Alice squeals and suddenly gets right up in my face. "Tell me! What happened!? How on earth did you get him!? Julius is, like, the crown jewel of men! I knew you had it in you but this is huge!!! How was it? What did his dick look like?! Is he better than Lawrence??!"

"Ah! Slow down! I-I can't tell you any specifics-" I laugh nervously as her questioning finally ceases. God, I wish I didn't have to lie about this... Maybe I should just tell her the truth? After all, all those attacks were just in my head, right? But for some reason, I can't bring myself to give up on the guise... just in case... "It was... er- good?" To be honest, I don't know what "good sex" entails so I can't get very specific here. "But... I mean, it's still sort of... happening..." I can't help but smile, my heart doing a backflip in my chest. Maybe tonight... it'll happen for real. And I won't have to lie anymore. "I went to thank him for taking care of me the other night, and he invited me to sit with him for a while... and..."

"You didn't sit with him for very long, did you?" Alice gives me a cheeky smirk, rubbing her chin as she mulls it over. "You're really something... I can't believe it. Elia is going to be so jealous once this goes public-"

"Ah, public? You know I can't make anything public right now..." The reality of the situation starts to fade into my happy, horny haze, Lawrence's scowling face appearing in my mind. "If anyone hears about this-"

"I know, I know." Alice takes my hand and offers me a sweet smile. "I need to be more careful about keeping my mouth shut... Elia is onto you for sure. I promise I'll keep your secret."

I let out a little sigh of relief. "Thank you, Alice-"

"As long as you tell me all the details!" Alice giggles and slaps me on the back a little harder than she had to. "Now! Go get your man!"

"Alright, alright!" I grin back and get back on my feet, smoothing out my robe. "I'll see you... later."

"Hehe, you better have a good time!"

With one last wink, Alice opens the door and shoves me out into the hallway, leaving me to walk alone to the officer's hall.

Oh god...

There's no avoiding it now; my feet are carrying me right up to Julius. Once I arrive at his room...

What's even my plan? Jump him immediately? Or try and ease into it? I guess I can start by apologizing for today... maybe I can offer to make it up to him? Ugh, that's too corny! I don't want him to think I'm promiscuous or anything...

Suddenly, I blink, and I'm already there. Julius's door stands ominously in front of me, a light under the door revealing activity in the room inside.

Here I am... let's do this... I can do this!

Sucking in a breath, I reach up and knock on the door.

Three agonizing seconds later, it opens, and my first reaction is to instantly die. "Oh, hi! I was wondering when you were going to come up."

Julius stands there, smiling down at me as if the event 15 minutes ago never happened, wearing a bathrobe that he's clearly not wearing anything under. It takes every braincell in my body to tear my eyes away from the bit of chest peeking out of the fabric (he's got a little bit of blonde hair there... it's hot) and back up to his eyes in a timely fashion. A moment later, his words hit me. O-Oh? You expected me?" Oh god. His mouth twitches, almost into a more smug smile, but it only lasts a moment. Was I that obvious?

"Yeah! You said you didn't trust Alice, right? I didn't think you were going to stay in your room, so..."

... oh.

"Oh!" So, I wasn't obvious? Or maybe I was, and he's just teasing me now. Julius chuckles at my blank expression before stepping aside and motioning for me to come into his room. "Thank you..."

"My pleasure." Pleasure. His words cause a pathetic little shiver to run down my arms. I awkwardly walk over to the couch and sit down, my legs crossed at the ankles. Come on, stay calm! Remember the adrenaline from earlier...

I squeeze my eyes shut and conjure up the heavenly image I was blessed with earlier. Julius, soaking wet, in that little towel, towering above me-

"Are you alright?"

Oops! My eyes pop back open and Julius is standing right in front of me, hands on his hips. I stifle a little scream and quickly nod. Shit! Too much! "Ah- yes, I'm fine, I'm fine, aha-" I rub my face nervously, avoiding his eyes and every other part of his body. He doesn't say anything for a moment, but the silence is so heavy it nearly starts to suffocate me.

This tension...

It's unlike anything I've ever felt with Lawrence. Sex was a chore for me, something I had to do for him because it was my duty. But now... I'm the one who wants it. And I want it more than anything else...

Does he... want it too?

This all happened so fast, over just a couple days. Just last night, I told him my secret, and he accepted me wholeheartedly, bringing us closer together than ever before. Can just one day of this closeness escalate so quickly?

It feels so right... I'll be screwed if anyone finds out, especially Lawrence, but every inch of the universe is telling me to do this.

"Would you like a drink?"

"...yeah. Please."

We sit there together on the couch in silence, and I steal little glances at him every time I sip the glass of wine he graciously gave me. Once, I catch him looking at me, and we both avert our eyes as quickly as we can. The wine is bitter in my mouth, but feels nice and warm as soon as it hits my stomach. Slowly but surely, the silence becomes more comfortable, maybe because of the alcohol. My heart starts to beat a little fast, and I finally draw in a breath in preparation to speak.

"So... I wanted to apologize."

Julius looks over at me, his eyes narrowing with concern. "Huh? What for?"

"For this morning..." I shake my head, guilt starting to bubble up again like a hot spring. Hot springs... damn, I'd like to go to a hot spring with Julius sometime- HOLD ON. Don't think about that right now!!! "The Captain... I'm sure you must feel very embarrassed."

"Embarrassed? Not at all! There's nothing embarrassing about helping a friend out." Friend? Oof. My stomach turns slightly at the word.

"I mean, I wouldn't be surprised if you were," I answer, staring at my wine glass to avoid his gaze. "You took my side, and Hervey just... shot us down."

"...of course I took your side."

His answer isn't hesitant, it's more sure than any phrase I've heard before. I glance over at him quickly to see him staring pensively at the ground. One of his hands rests heavily upon his knee, and I can't help but feel that it's resisting the urge to touch me.

"I still believe you, you know. Hervey is an ignorant old man who doesn't want to face the truth. There's bad eggs in this squad, and I'm going to smoke them out. After you ran off, I went right back to his office and told him that."

Julius finally looks over at me, and his grim expression melts into that warm, gentle smile. Those lips, and those little dimples... they make me weak.

"Something terrible happened to you, and I won't let them win. You're... special to me. And this isn't the first time someone special to me has been hurt this way."

...special? I blink, staring into his eyes as he speaks. His friend who died... I wonder-

"I'm not going to give up on you. I'm with you to the end."

I suddenly become aware that, somehow, his hand moved over, and is now holding mine. I didn't even notice the movement, I was so entranced by his words, but now he's touching me-

My lack of reaction suddenly hits him, and his hand quickly lets go. "Ah- well-" He laughs nervously, a light blush suddenly appearing on his cheeks. "I mean-"

Without really thinking about it, I reach out and grab his hand before he can retract it all the way, and he freezes mid-sentence.

"... Julius... do you really think I'm special?"

It's inconceivable. Julius, who's basically a perfect man, a powerful mage, and vice Captain... he thinks that I'm special?

He looks almost as nervous as I feel as he finally answers.

"Of course I do... maybe this is not my place to say... I know you're engaged and all... but..."

His voice trails off as he looks up to gaze into my eyes again, where he can see just the slightest glimmer of...

...joy.

I lean in just slightly, and he does too, mirroring my movement without taking his eyes off of mine.

We're going to do it... I'm actually going to do it-

But then, he hesitates, for just a moment.

"...your fianc-"

I don't want to hear about my fiance. I don't want to hear anything. So I cut him off by closing the distance, my lips hitting his to halt his words. Julius freezes up, a little surprised that I made the final move.

It feels like time has stopped. This room doesn't exist anymore. The couch doesn't exist anymore. All there is are his eyes, widened and staring back into mine. But then, finally, even they close, and I close mine as well, letting everything melt away except the warmth from his lips. An arm quickly wraps around me and pulls me closer, so secure and safe, I forget about all the problems plaguing me.

It's bliss. Ecstasy. My first kiss with Lawrence ended with him shoving his tongue down my throat, but Julius is slow and calm, his lips just barely moving against mine yet commanding them perfectly. One of my hands clutches his arm while the other slides up his chest, relishing in the strong, firm muscles there that vowed to protect me. The sight of his skin before made me shut down, but I feel oddly pensive now that I finally have my hands on him.

He's so...

"...perfect."

"Hmm?"

I open my eyes as he pulls back just a little, the word rasping out from the kiss. Julius's eyes crack open a little, and he smiles at me tenderly, one of his hands coming up to caress my cheek. "You're perfect... so perfect." I shiver a bit as his hand slides over my back before hooking around my waist. With one smooth movement, he pulls me onto his lap, our bodies pressed so, so close together. I open my mouth wordlessly as our hips slot together, and-

"I saw how you were looking at me earlier." His voice is suddenly right in my ear as he leans in to kiss teasingly up my neck, and I nearly spasm as his lips ghost around the shell of my ear. His eyebrows pop up for a moment at the reaction, and I feel his grip tighten. "Don't worry... the feeling is mutual..."

"...oh?" It's taking a lot to remain calm right now, opposing forces willing me to either go limp with bliss or start tearing away at him immediately. "I don't know what you're talking about, Julius~"

I feel the hair on his arm stand up at the sound of his name on my lips, barely a whisper. Without much warning, his hand suddenly slides down and grabs a generous handful of my ass, causing me to cry out softly and jerk against his body. I quickly feel my face heating up as he chuckles at the impulse. "You shouldn't tease other men while you have a fiance, you know," Julius whispers in my ear again, having turned the tables with just one movement. His words and touches are still so gentle, but there's a firm undertone to them, letting me know that I'm right where he wants me. "That's so naughty... who knows what I'll do to you?"

"Maybe... you'll do exactly what I want you to do."

It's the truth. Julius pulls back to look at my face again, an almost giddy grin on his face that's both cute and sexy. He's been waiting for this, hasn't he? Waiting for me... I can't help but grin right back. Without another word, our lips crash into each other again, more hungry and heated than before. Julius lets out a soft groan and unexpectedly bucks his hips against mine, drawing a small whimper. Ow... god, he's- oh- My mind starts getting fuzzy as soon as I realize that he's... really turned on right now. His kisses turn almost desperate the longer we paw at each other, one of his hands gripping my ass while the other closes around the back of my neck, holding me there as his lips and tongue just... ravage me.

Ah... this is actually happening...

I rub my hips down into his, which spurs him to suddenly pull his lips from mine. "Look at you... bad girl." He chuckles a little as the phrase halts my movements, and he takes the opportunity to grab the hand that rests on his chest and drag it down his body. "At least do it properly~"

I don't even have to look down to know that he's already pulled his robe apart. My eyes stay fixed on his chest, not daring to travel down his perfect abs as he guides my hand down further... and further...

"...oh-"

Julius lets out a soft breath through his parted lips, his hand helping mine close around his thick-

"You feel that?"

"M-Mhm."

Oh my god...

"What do you think?"

"...big..."

That's an understatement.

Another chuckle vibrates his chest, his hand gently moving mine up and down the shaft. As if he can read the worries that suddenly fill my mind, Julius's voice softens just a little bit.

"Don't worry, it's not going to hurt. By the time I fuck you, you're going to be so wet."

W-wet...

With a stifled groan, his hand starts to speed my movements up.

"Your hands are so soft... so delicate..."

My mind is going fuzzy again.

Fuck...

What feels like a moment later, I'm on my back, him hovering above me. I let out a surprised squeak, since I didn't even notice the movement. "Ah! B-Be gentle-"

I blink, and everything comes back into focus. Julius looks... concerned, almost scared? His robe is tied up again, and he lets out a sigh of relief. "Oh god... are you alright?"

"...what?" I try to sit up, but my head spins and I flop back down. "Wait, what happened? Did we-"

"You passed out, I think..." Julius's hand strokes my hair softly, his expression not changing. "You just suddenly went all cold and limp, and you didn't respond to your name-"

He keeps talking, but the words start to slur together.

I... passed out? What? Why? I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to make sense of it all. It was so hot, being there on his lap with him whispering those dirty things in my ear...

But...

"Hey, hey, don't cry! Ah!"

Julius freaks out for real this time as tears suddenly bubble up from the corners of my eyes. "I'm sorry! I-I shouldn't have pushed you so far, this is my fault, please-"

"H-Huh?" Julius looks like he's about to start crying too, and I quickly come to my senses. "No! No! It's not your fault, I-"

Wait, why am I crying? Why did I pass out? I wanted this so bad, but why was I so...

Scared?

It hits me a moment later.

...oh...

"Julius...?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you just... hold me?"

"Yes, of course."

Before I know it, his arms are around me again, holding me close, but this time there's no heated moments... it's chaste. Comforting. Safe...

More tears leak out.

"I'm sorry for scaring you like that... that's never happened before."

"It's alright. I shouldn't have made you touch me... it wasn't right-"

"No, no, it was right. I wanted to." I squeeze my eyes shut. "It's just... I think... my body just sort of... shut off..."

Julius is silent for a moment, his hand still stroking my hair softly. "...do you know why?"

"...yeah."

Lawrence...

The tears start to get hot. Bitter.

"My fiance... he's five years older than me... so I had to grow up a lot faster than I should have..."

I don't really need to say any more. I bite my lip to stifle more tears as the arms around me tighten protectively.

"That's horrible..."

I bury my face in his chest, just relishing his warmth.

But, Julius... do you have any idea how much you've helped? Just by being here?

"I'm so sorry. I'll be more careful next time, okay?"

Next time...

For some reason, my face starts to heat up with shame.

"Right... I-I should get going."

"What? I thought you were spending the night here-"

"No one's gonna murder me in my bed, Julius."

I start to pull away, but his grip is much too tight. My weary, exhausted body can't muster the strength to free myself right now.

"No, you're staying here. I can sleep on the couch of you want, but I don't want to put you in danger."

His lips press against my forehead for a just a moment, but it's enough to make my heart flutter. Such a brief yet tender gesture... yet more love than I've ever received from Lawrence.

Love...

That word scares me.

"Alright, fine." I sigh and pull away to scowl up at his handsome face. "You can sleep with me if you want... just please put on some pajamas!"

Despite the seriousness of the moment before, we both burst out into giggles, and I close my eyes when he leans his forehead against mine. "We can talk about all this later... but just know..." His hand squeezes mine gently.

"I'm very, very happy."

His words stick with me long into the night, after we both curl up under his covers for a long sleep. I've never actually slept next to someone before, but it's nice...

Yet, I can't shake the dread that laced this whole evening.

Please... I'm praying... let all this turn out okay.

I finally drift off to sleep, Julius's light snoring soothing my mind as much as his strong arms around me.

To be continued...

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sumeshi-t · 4 years

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✨ self-ship tag game ✨

PART 2 | IwaLee (here you go, discord)

sorry if it's corny/cheesy LMAO my brain empty i can't think of anything to make for iwa's birthday i'm such a dumbass. was also supposed to draw an nsfw-ish thing for this but ya girl is feelin’ out of it lately sjhfalhj

How we met:

okay let’s just say i’m smart enough to land myself a scholarship in socal since i’m taking physical therapy anyway

i feel like... we would meet in the library LMAO what asian nerds

maybe i’d end up bothering him with the way i’m murmuring anatomy stuff and talking to myself when studying

so he overhears me struggling to remember that one word and he’s gonna fucking answer for me like okay sorry bud i’m stupid

jk i won’t react like that i’d just be like, “yes!” and turn to look at whoever it was who answered and say thank you because i’m so immersed in my own bubble of “knowledge” and big brain

when i notice that he’s actually cute i’d be fucking red in the ears out of embarrassment when he tells me to tone my voice down lmao so i apologize for being a bother :(

actually says, “don’t mind” damnit his english do be cute. just two asian kids far from home with accents

it’s awkward, but i’d steal glances at what he’s studying. would probably get caught after a looong while, but it’s bc i’ll be blanking off, brain tired

“do you have anything you want to ask?” he’ll be dropping his pen over his notes leaning back and stretching, bending his neck, rolling his shoulders while waiting for my answer

“omg i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to stare.” then i ask what his program is just bc he could be in one of my classes and i didnt know

anyway, turns out our schedules were pretty similar, we live in the same area/dorm, so like there’s always a chance for us to meet somehow

we wouldn’t give numbers to eo on that same day; like give it about two weeks of constantly bumping into eo before that happens

watch me share my highlighters with him, exchanging notes, passing some snacks beneath the table like its weed or sumn

from lib meetings to getting lunch together to being invited to watch his games (in freshman year i’d still go because i’d be less busier)

i would definitely use the honorifics on him, from “iwaizumi-san” gradually to “iwa-kun”; he won't admit that he likes it because it's a little piece of home

would convince to practice palpation with him because his body is a perfect example–

"wh-why don't you ask someone from your class?"

"i'm not that close with—are you blushing? omg you are!"

somehow i joke around, "i won't touch your dick," then i'd laugh at his reaction.

anyway, in return for using his body as a model, i have to sit through a godzilla marathon with him

the first time he sees me breakdown from the stress he's kinda flustered at first; but he's seen similar things with oikawa so he has a faint idea what to do. damn his hugs feel so warm, so safe

i'm quicker to open up to him, once i got comfortable; and reassurance that if he needed someone to talk to i'll also be there

basically a slow burn best friends to lovers kinda thing

ngl i'd be crushing on him by the time we're entering second year maybe? but because we're friends i always throw the thought away because i don't wanna ruin what we have

but da heart wants what it wants

it would take: the teasing of his buddies back at japan after seeing him post ig pics of us together (it was me who did it, i grabbed his phone); and, my own set of friends getting annoyed at me for always being in denial—all these just for us to finally come into terms with what we feel for eo

"i have something to tell you," we'll say to eo before we enter the lib ksksksk

"oh, you go first-" "no, you-"

it's awkward but i'll be the first to confess and he's 👁👁

"you... what?" "smh don't make me say it again, iwa. does this mean we're not friends anymore?"

"yeah"

"oh..."

"because i like you too. you... wanna go out with me?"

First date x type of dates:

study dates are automatically a thing for sure; we've upgraded from lib to cafe dates

since we're like, friends before this, potential stuff for first dates are already crossed out since we've kinda done them already???

so this issue was raised and his mind said, "then let's redo everything,"

the first thing we did outside campus was go on a foodtrip. because i was craving filo food, and he was craving jap food. and then i have this kinda habit that when i get to eat something delicious, i silently squeal or hum in my seat he finds that cute

the "first date" doesn't really have to be grand because we're like... close friends with feelings. so we don't have to try hard to please each other. everything just feels natural when we're together

anyway, we try out the food we didn't have before. he still prefers sinigang over adobo. he's still kinda amazed where i put all the food after eating a bowl of ramen that's good for two

he's gonna take a pic of me in that excited face i make when the food is placed before me and make it his wallpaper (homescreen) secretly

after that, we're just walking, me telling him about something i watched or nerd talk, then he slips his hand against mine, holding it and pulling me closer that it makes me shut up–so he laughs

"that's all it takes to get you quiet, babe?"

"w-what? also... did you just call me babe? because i didn't think i'd like it,"

"i know something you'll like," he stops walking, then, with his free hand he cups my face and pulls in for a kith kith 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

i am blushing when i tell him, "that your first kiss?"

"y-yeah, why?"

"same"

we were already walking and he swoops in for a quick peck again, "then that's the second,"

he says that with a little frown on his face, cheeks also flushed and ugh soft!lee—i lean my head against his arm because i'm too short to put it above his shoulder. but anyway i tell him, "didn't think you had it in you to be this soft for me,"

"sh-shut up"

it doesn't seem romantic because ✨it doesn't have to be when we're already happy✨

While we’re dating:

he saves all the selfies i send him; whether it's the meme-ish ones or just me feelin' good about myself he's got them saved

notebooks getting interchanged kskskss it's terrible because one minute i'm reading my notes about pharma, then i flip a page and i see stuff about sports science like–???

tho what makes it cute is that he has tiny scribbles on corners in hiragana or maybe kanji and some random zigzag lines over some words–a sign that he fell asleep with a pen in his hand

i have lots of caps (that are majority of my dad's but i like them all so i brought sum) and he just... gets one from behind my door (it's the same energy as the hoodies thing)

and i 🥺 bc he actually looks good in caps like??? sir that's illegal

ok but walks in the beach at sunset

also surfer!iwa???? mhhhh yes yes living the dream honestly

ofc volleyball is involved, he's kinda pleased i can play decently. it's either the gym or vb

he would force me to go to the gym smh "you're a PT aren't you? shouldn't you be moving around too?" i'm gonna grumble but the sight of his er, toned body before during and after exercising is the best reward

actually its a win-win, he likes how my butt is outlined by my jog pants and how for him, i still look good even if i'm sweaty all over

hehe we'd end up getting horny by the time we reach the dorms–you know the rest and afterwards:

"so, you'll go to the gym more often now?"

"if it ends up like this, i wouldn't mind,"

we teach eo our mother language! but only on our spare time. omg imagine him telling me "mahal na mahal kita"??? i'm??? or when he's chatting with oikawa (especially that one time he sent a selfie of him and ushijima) he uses tagalog swear words if he just wants to mess with his best friend

vidcalls with each other's fam—i mean, for my parents they know we've been always close, and like, it will be my grandma/dad who'd ask him, "when will you court my granddaughter/daughter?"

he got so nervous, he stuttered, "i'm... i'm courting her already,"

anyway they approve of him because he is smart^TM and a good man 🥺 because they know he has ambitions in life the same way that i do have my own goals i wanna achieve

meanwhile me, i'm gonna be so nervous trying to speak to his fam, but they're all so sweet so i tell him afterwards, "so that's where you get the softies,"

anyway since this is college we're talking about, every passing year, we both become busy, especially when internships come around

but when he can, he'll fetch me from the hospital with comfort food because he knows it's been a rough day and he wants to make sure i'm taking care of myself 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 lowkey i try to do the same for him because he deserves it; but he says it's okay and that i should be preserving my energy for my studies 😭

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niall-talk · 6 years

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Alone Time continued

Your night in alone did not turn out as you expected. You ended up with a guest, but you were not about to complain. You turn onto your side to see the bluest eyes you have ever seen. You're body had recovered, but your mind was a different story. You couldn't land on a clear thought due to the millions that made your head spin. “You ok love?” His voice brought you back to the reality of you and him.

It took you a moment to stop the whirlwind in your head. “Uh yeah sure,” you closed your eyes and prayed that when you opened them it wasn't just a dream. “Don't sound it,” Niall sounded uneasy as you felt him shuffle around on the bed. You flicked your eyes open just in time to see the distressed look on his face. A lump formed in your throat and cut off every word you wanted to say. You wanted to tell him you were great. That he was great. That the world was great for once in your life. You felt the need to let him know that you were ecstatic about what had happened. Damn the lump that cut off your ability to speak.

“Okay then,” he mumbled under his breath. He slipped off the bed and ran a hand down the back of his head. He rested his hand on the back of his neck while he looked at the floor. “Sorry about,” he started to apologize. You forced the lump out of your throat, and cut him off before he could finish. “Don't say that." You managed to get out in a shaky voice. He tore his gaze from the floor and focused on your eyes. His eyes softened when they made contact with yours.

You had sat up on the bed on your knees. “Please don't say you're sorry about what just happened.” He didn't say a word he just watched you. You saw the questions in his eyes. “If you say sorry then it didn't mean anything. I don't want to mean nothing to you." Your voice came out quieter than you had ever heard it.

Where did those words just come from? Did you just confess your feelings to him? Dear God what were you doing? “You've never meant nothin’ to me.” His voice sounded softer than usual. You noticed the concerned look on his face. “Ya do know that don't ya Pet?”

You didn't know what to think at that moment. You knew how you felt about him. The little fantasyland you lived in from time to time where you and Niall were together. The fantasyland that nobody knew about but you. “I don-I don't know Niall.” Your honest answer caused him to flinch. “I mean I know we're friends. But other than that I don't know what to think.” You sat back on your feet and remembered you were naked in front of him having this conversation. You tried to cover yourself with the sheet. Your confidence from earlier had disappeared and left you vulnerable.

“What was this? Why did-I mean,” you stopped trying to get the words in some type of order. You wanted to ask what happened to bring all of this on? You and Niall had always been close in your friendship. What had just transpired between the two of you took a huge step past friendship; to you it was a huge deal.

“Don't guess I could blame it on the drink can I?” Niall dropped his gaze to your bare thigh then back to your face. You noticed the tinge of red on his neck and face. He swiped his hand over his face and dropped it to his side.

“Don't think either of us could,” you reply not exactly sure what to expect. You can't help but look him over. Those training days with Mark made it hard to look away from his lean muscles. You watched his muscles flex and roll with each movement he made.

He joined you on the bed again, this time with a different mindset. He forced himself to look straight ahead at the dresser across from him. “Wasn't lyin’ when I said I missed ya.” He played with his fingers absentmindedly while he spoke. “Missed havin’ ya around t’talk to and stuff.”

You soaked up the warmth from not only his body but his words too. You had always heard of the warm fuzzy feeling. This must have been what it felt like. You could feel the warmth spread from your heart to the tips of your toes. “Really? We talked while you were gone. Even Skyped a time or five. Not that I counted or anything.” you bit your lip as you waited for his reaction.

“Oh you didn't huh?” He let a slight chuckle escape from his lips. Niall let himself look at you. “Just not the same on the phone. Would rather have ya with me.” His lips went from the smirk to a full on smile when he noticed the blush on your cheeks.

“You had plenty of people around. You had the guys to keep you entertained.” You bump his arm with your shoulder. “I'm sure they were better company than me.” You stayed there leaned against his arm with yours. Just the feel of his skin on yours felt so right. Just that contact settled your nerves and slowed the thoughts in your head.

“Yeah but Connor isn't as soft to cuddle with. Bird is as short but he don't look up at me like ya do.” Niall laughed at the side-eye glare you gave him.

“You're not as cute as you think,” you rolled your eyes at him.

He tisked you with a reminder, “Uh I'm a model now. So I must be very cute to someone.” his face burst into the biggest smile you had seen in a long time. His infectious laugh bounced off the walls of your bedroom.

After you both regain your composure he took your hand between his. He drew circles on the back of your hand with his thumb. “Penny for your thoughts,” your words pulled him out of whatever daydream he was in. “I just don't want ta mess this up.” The worried look found its way back to his face.

“Niall we're good. Your not gonna mess anything up.” The worry on his face faded away. “I just. I mean,” you let out a frustrated groan between your mangled words. “When you said the way I look at you.” You stopped not sure you want to go there just yet. “Like you're the only man I've looked at like that.” The lump from earlier found its way back to your throat.

“Yeah I know I'm not. Just ya make me feel that way when it's just us. Like earlier when we were dancin’ together,” Niall rambled on not even a pause to take a breath. “Just felt like ya wanted me to hold ya. Like I was the only one ya wanted to hold like that.” Once again he ran a hand through his hair out of habit.

Your hand rested in his; you gave it a squeeze. His head fully turned to face you. “You are the first person to make me feel like that in a long time.” You gave him your best soft smile. “I tried to hide it because I didn't think you would ever feel the same. I just thought I was one of the guys.”

He bumped your arm with his this time, “Definitely never thought of ya as one of the lads." He smiled and placed a soft kiss to your forehead. You couldn't help the butterfly feeling in your stomach. “Never thought about kissin’ any of them like I do you.” You saw the quick shift of his eyes to your lips then back you your eyes. “Thinkin’ about it now."

You beat him to it as you raised up and pulled him in for a kiss. Your hands fisted into his hair. He let out a moan when you broke from the kiss. You felt yourself come alive for the second time since Niall had barged in your apartment. He looked at you to see what the next move was. You stood from the bed and the sheet fell from your body and you were once again on full display before this man that you had completely fallen for. You stood there looking him over just as he had you earlier. You straddle one of his thighs and wrap your arms around his neck. “I want you so bad,” you whispered in his ear before you nibble on it. His hands instantly grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to his body. “You have on far too many clothes,” you insisted as you reached down and rubbed him over his boxers.

“We can fix that,” he stated between hisses and gritted teeth. You stood and pushed his shoulders back onto your bed. You pulled at his waistband and he lifted his hips to help. After he was free from his shorts you saw his full hardened length laid against his lower abdomen. You couldn't wait to have him inside you.

He propped himself up on his elbows to watch you. You ran your nails up his thighs, and left light marks on his pale skin. He let out what sounded like a growl when you made it to his hips. You made your way above him and leaned down to lick and tease his nipples. He gasped for air when you found his cock and gave it a firm squeeze. “Easy love. Been on the road with nothin but lads.” You swiped your thumb over the head and felt the bead of pre-cum that had leaked out. You continued to rub it over his tip. “Lets see what we can do about that,” you teased a little more with your hand.

His eyes were full blown black by this time. You loved the look of hunger and lust that had taken over his features. He bucked his hips up, “Don't tease,” he warned. His voice deeper than you had ever heard it before and thick on the Irish accent. You lined him up with your body and slowly slid down onto him. You took your time to allow your body to adjust to him. Once he was fully inside of you there was a moment of pure bliss. As corny as it sounded in your head your only thought was that he was made just for you.

“Christ ya feel so good,” Niall uttered when you slowly moved up his length. Those paw sized hands reached for your body. His fingers made contact with your thighs and they dug in slightly. You had adjusted to having him inside you and had found a steady rhythm. He bent his knees and planted his feet on the mattress. This caused you to lean forward and him to go deeper when you came down on him.

Hands had been groping, mouths busy kissing, moaning and swearing as names were called out in pure ecstasy. Niall had moved to where he was now on top of you. His pace had changed to hard pounds hitting just that right spot. You felt the waves of bliss and release build to a peak. “Oh god,” you blurted out as you arched your back off the bed. Niall had placed his thumb on your already sensitive clit and rubbed circles. “So close,” was all you could get out between gasp for air.

“Let go love,” he demanded with a growl. That caused you to clench around him as he continued to pound into you. You heard him hiss and felt him start to get sloppy and out of rhythm with his thrust. You couldn't hold it back any longer. A rush of swears left your lips as you came undone under him. He continued to thrust as you recovered from the tidal waves that pulsed through your body. You felt him stall completely buried inside you. He let a primal moan from deep in his chest leave his lips. His spent body fell and covered you completely.

Your bodies stuck together from the heat and sweat that you had worked up. Neither of you had the will or the want to move. You fought to catch your breath from the weight of his body. You could care less at that moment if you could breath or not. You closed your eyes and ran you hand in his wet hair. His returned to breathing normal and rolled over to your side.

Your eyes fluttered open, and you watched him fight to keep his eyes open. You smiled to yourself when you felt an arm slide over your bare stomach and a hand grip into your side. He pulled you as close as he could and rested his head on your shoulder. You kissed his head and heard him mumble, “Why did it take so long for this?” Your only answer was, “You were gone for to long.”

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