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Best Valentine's Day | bfd!harry

Summary: It's Valentine's Day and Harry's got something special planned.

A/N: They're back! Happy 💘Valentine's💘 Day my loves!

Word Count: 4.2k

Warning: 18+ only, smut, fluffy, the briefest tiniest bit of angst

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Harry remembers well, that day. The day he decided to go to your apartment and finally give in to the tension that had been between you two. He didn’t know why. He wasn’t sure if he would really go through with it. He thought maybe he’d see you in your own space with your big smiling eyes and he’d snap out of it. He hoped he’d snapped out of it. He hoped he’d stop thinking about you the way he was.

But no. That’s not true. He had to face the truth. He did want something to happen. He instigated. He fantasized and he made it a point to have a reason to come see you. And yes, he did want to make sure you were okay after breaking up with your boyfriend, but it was all born of selfish things. He wanted you. Even if it was just a dirty secret, there was something about testing the waters with you that he always looked forward to.

And once he got to know you as more than just his daughter’s friend he didn’t want it to end. Once he got to have you in bed and wake up lazy in the morning to you wanting more of him and how easy it was to not get caught. Then secret texts, long conversations, quick visits to see your face in the morning over a cup of coffee before he had to be at work… then he found he wanted even more. He didn’t just want to pop in and get his dick wet and leave. He wanted to talk to you and hold you and laugh. He liked the way you looked at him and the way you said his name and how you’d pout when he had to leave.

“What are you thinking about?” You reached across the table to poke at his cheek. He seemed pensive. And lately, that was the norm. You were both stressed. The divorce was stressful for you both.

Harry had to prove that he hadn’t spent all that much money on you. His ex was going after him for cheating and had accused him of spending his money on you when it should have gone to the household or their combined savings. But the truth was he really hadn’t spent that much money on you during the course of your relationship.

It was flowers and some jewelry and groceries and small things. Not rent and car payments like she was trying to prove. Which didn’t matter in the end. Harry’s attorney told him that he’d be paying her alimony which would cover her insurance and current lifestyle, and that would be more than enough. She’d be getting the house, her car, and all of her own retirement. Harry also agreed to give her half of their savings but he was keeping his brokerage which she never contributed to. She wasn’t getting everything she wanted but she sure was trying to make it hard.

“Thinking about how we met and how I went to see you at your apartment that day. Just reminiscing. Crazy how we got here. After everything. Fell in love with you so fast.”

You smiled, “It is crazy. Sometimes it doesn’t feel real.”

Harry took your hand and kissed your palm, “Still like a dream.”

You’d been having lots of conversations about the past and future lately. Perhaps it was because his divorce was nearly finalized. Or maybe it was all the talk of getting you pregnant. But there was also the discussion of moving out of your apartment.

The lease on your apartment was coming up. Harry wanted to move you both out of your little place and find something with more space. You would go wherever he went without question but you did warn him you were still jobless. Your contribution would be minimal but he only assured you that he was going to take care of you and he didn’t want your money.

Once a week for the past few weeks you both had been looking at potential new places. Apartments and houses alike. And Wednesday after he got off work you two were on your way to look at a new one.

“Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day,” you suddenly remembered as you spoke from the passenger side of Harry’s car as he drove you to look at a place that was having an open house.

“I know,” he reached across to put his hand on your thigh, “Did you forget?”

You laughed, “I totally did. I think with everything going on it just didn’t cross my mind. But I saw that sign outside of Scasi’s restaurant about their Valentine’s Day special just now.”

“So you’re saying you didn’t plan anything romantic for us?” Harry teased.

“I did not. What would you like Mr. Styles? A night out on the town? Some flowers? Cologne maybe?” You laughed when he squeezed at your thigh.

“Why not all of it?”

You looked toward his side profile and laid your palm over his hand, “I’ll give you all of that if you want.”

Harry glanced at you with his dimpled grin, “Baby, I know you would. But I’ve already got something planned for us. Think you’ll like it.”

You adjusted yourself in your seat and angled your body toward his, “Oh yeah? What have you got planned then?”

“You’ll see soon enough.”

The three-bedroom house at the edge of town was adorable. But it wasn’t a rental. Which had you a little surprised. The backyard was plenty big for landscaping (which it was in desperate need of), the master bedroom faced the big ugly backyard but the ensuite bathroom was to die for. All upgraded finishes with a soaker tub and a steam shower.

The kitchen, however, was your favorite. The stove was one of those fancy chef’s stoves with the red knobs. The refrigerator was built into shelving and at first glance looked like a tall cabinet.

“Harry this is a lot. Three bedrooms?” He had your hand in his as you both walked around the space.

“It’s a lot for us right now. But what if we have a baby one day? And that backyard? Ugly as sin right now but I love to garden and I know we could make that something really special. For us. For a family here if we wanted.”

He leaned down to kiss you, his nose knocking against yours playfully making you laugh.

“Maybe you’re right,” you rubbed your palm over his chest.

“I know I’m right.”

. . .

You were excited for whatever it was Harry had planned. You didn’t know why he didn’t just tell you but he seemed to always enjoy giving you surprises. He liked making you wait and anticipate what was to come. Sometimes even in bed.

He told you to wear something pretty so you picked out a nice dress and did all the things to pamper yourself that made you feel pretty before he got home from work.

Of course the minute you heard the key in the doorknob you rushed to the door to open it and greet him with a big hug.

He kissed your cheek as you took his coffee travel mug from his hand, “Sure is nice to have you open the door for me like this every time I get home from work. Got me spoiled.”

“Pretty sure you’re the one that’s got me spoiled,” you responded.

It was nice having Harry with you. Knowing you weren’t sharing him with anyone anymore. You knew it was bad to feel smug about such a thing but you kind of did. He picked you. Even if the circumstances were less than ideal, you were the one he chose.

“So, can you at least tell me if we’re gonna eat as part of these mysterious Valentine’s Day plans you’ve made?”

Harry began to unbutton his shirt with a grin on his face, “Why? You hungry honey?”

The way he said it was full of something devilish. Something cheeky. You rolled your eyes at him and laughed, “I kind of am.”

A mischievous smirk rose up on his lips as he lowered his hands to his belt, “I’ve got something to fill your tummy with. Little appetizer…”

You balked at him, “You’re like a teenager!”

He slid his belt from the loops on his pants and pulled your back into his chest, “Mmm… More like a man in love who knows how to feed his hungry baby.”

You laughed loudly and pushed your head back against his shoulder, “How is it you’re always thinking about sex?”

He rocked you back and forth and tucked his face into your neck, “It’s because it’s you. You’re so good to me all the time. So pretty. So smart. S’your fault I’m this way.”

You sighed as he kissed the side of your neck and then let you go, “We don’t have time for any hanky panky anyway,” he spoke as he finished undressing. “Gotta shower up and then get ready myself so I smell just as good as you. We’ll leave here in like thirty minutes.”

Harry put up with you trying to get him to tell you where he was taking you. You didn’t let up but Harry also didn’t give you any direct answers.

“Will there be dancing? Hot air balloons?”

He smiled as he continued looking at the road, “That sounds fun. We’ll see.”

You knew you weren’t going to break him down. When Harry set his mind to something he wasn’t going to budge.

So when he pulled into Club Stella and parked you finally knew what was in store for the night. Or at least you had a good idea. Club Stella was a posh place. It had a funky bar menu with a good selection of snacky bites, along with live bands or DJs, and a nice dance floor.

You had been there once before for a bachelorette party back when you and Fae were still close. It was one of those places where reservations were not super easy to get and it was paid entry.

You were led to a cozy little table not far from where the band was playing and handed special Valentine’s Day menus.

Harry scooted his chair close to yours and flipped the menu to look at the drinks, “Want to share a bottle of wine?”

You looked at the prices of the bottles and scoffed, “Harry every bottle is expensive.”

He laughed and drew his arm over the back of your chair, “Baby it’s Valentine’s Day. I’m gonna spoil you. Pick out what you want.”

When the waiter stopped at the table Harry pinched your arm the slightest when you started to say all you’d have was sparkling water.

“We’ll have a bottle of this,” he pointed at the menu and you rolled your eyes with a smile after the waiter left the table to get the wine.

The food menu was fun. You scanned the options just as the live band changed the song they were covering. The whole theme of the night was romance and the music was definitely part of that vibe.

When the server returned with the bottle of wine you were anticipating what you were going to order. But Harry pulled you to the dancefloor before you could mention what you wanted. You’d been ogling the lobster bites on the menu when he dragged you away He had his hands on your hips, holding you close and you laughed, “Harry I wanted to order! I’m hungry.”

He kissed your cheek, still moving you to the music, and then lowered his mouth to your ear, “Well I tried offering you an appetizer earlier but you turned it down.”

You slid your arms over his shoulders. Even though you were hungry, honestly having a dance with Harry to the song that was being played was certainly better.

He began to sing the lyrics as he swayed you gently, “I’d never dreamed that I’d meet somebody like you,” his warm breath falling over your neck felt so sensual. There were others dancing as well so you didn’t feel as exposed. If only they knew the kind of relationship you and Harry had. What had led to that very moment.

When you felt his lips brush over the skin at your neck you sighed as your bodies moved slowly together until the song was over.

Harry looked down at you as the song switched and took your hands in his, “We’ll come back and dance after we eat. Just wanted to start our night off with holding you and dancing with you in front of everyone.”

You understood him. It was taking some time to get used to being public. To flaunt your love. But the more you two went out in public and did things like this, the more you wanted it. The easier it became. It was exciting.

Harry was a romantic at heart. You knew this because you’d been on the receiving end of his gestures. Sometimes he could be cheesy but you loved it nonetheless. Your favorite, though, was how playful he was with you.

You and Harry enjoyed the wine and food and the atmosphere of Club Stella. The later it got, the more people began to dance.

“Come on, let’s go dance,” Harry had his hand at the back of your neck and he squeezed as he spoke, “This is a good song.” Your food was mostly eaten, the wine was just about gone and you were getting warmer and warmer the longer you sat next to Harry and listened to his deep voice in your ear, his hand closest to you on your thigh or the back of your neck nearly the whole time. The man knew what he was doing.

“Okay. Let’s go,” you grinned at him.

You found a good spot on the floor and the song was a little more swingy than the first song you danced to but still sexy. The live band was really good.

Harry’s hands were dangerously close to your ass as pulled your hips against his and looked down at you, “Best Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had.”

You smiled as you laid your palms over his chest and looked up at him, “Me too.”

One of his hands slid up your back to the nape of your neck as he ducked down to kiss you. And it was like just about every other time he kissed you; hot and needy. He was holding back because you two were in public but you were reminded of the time you had bathroom sex in that nice restaurant in Quebec.

You smoothed your hands along Harry’s shirt over his strong pecs and then fit a finger between the buttons to touch his skin as your mouth opened for him.

He moaned softly and then backed away from the kiss to grin down at you, “What did you do on your last Valentine’s Day?”

You thought back to the year prior, “I think… Oh yeah… Randy had to give me a raincheck. He was working. We never wound up doing anything because it was midweek.”

“Today is Thursday. I have to work tomorrow and I’m still doing something with you. Sounds like he was the biggest dud. Glad I talked you into getting rid of him.”

You laughed and moved your arms up and ran your fingers into the hair at the back of his head, “He was a big dud. But of course, no one can compare to you, can they?”

His smile widened as the hand near your bottom slowly dropped until his palm was pressing into your ass.

The next song slowed things down and he kept you pressed into his hips as you danced together.

Time seemed to slow down or speed up. Every time he kissed you and squeezed your bum you felt yourself melting a little more. But then he ran his lips up your neck and spoke into your ear, “I’m sorry honey. But I can’t keep my cock down,” and you felt him rut into you softly before he turned you to face away from him, your bottom pressed into his bulge.

You gasped with a smile as you turned your head and lifted an arm to hold onto the back of his neck as he swayed you to the beat softly, “Remember that time in Quebec?” You could hear the smile on his mouth as he spoke into your ear.

“I do. Was just thinking about that too. That was fun.”

“Mmm… Might need to find a spot to fuck you like that again.”

You laughed as Harry’s hand on your hip tightened and his other moved up your side to just under your breast. You could feel yourself beginning to grow wet in your panties as Harry’s dick plumped up and pressed into your bottom. You loved that he got so turned on by you.

Another sexy, slow song came on and Harry’s lips stayed on your neck, peppering wet kisses on your sensitive skin. No one else existed. It was just you and Harry.

“Fuck… Baby, I’m serious. I need to have you,” his deep voice whispered against your skin.

You turned in his arms and attempted to hide the hardon he was sporting under his pants, “Should we leave?”

Harry looked around the space, “Let’s go see if there’s a spot we can take care of this.”

You and Harry went back to the area near the stage and he pointed to where the bathrooms were and a short hallway as you grabbed your purse from the table.

“Harry? Harry Styles?” You heard a woman speak, from behind you.

Both you and Harry turned around to see a woman near his age looking between you with a slight frown.

Harry scratched the back of his neck, “Hi Roice.”

“Who is she?” The woman pointed at you and you looked up at Harry.

“Uh, well, this is my girlfriend, Y/n. I don’t know if you knew…”

The woman cut him off and looked at you as she stepped in closer, “You know he’s married right? With a daughter, about your age,” she ran her eyes down your frame and you felt very vulnerable under her scrutiny.

You opened your mouth to respond but Harry took your hand, “Roice, my wife and I are getting divorced. We’re done. This is my girlfriend.”

You zoned out slightly as Harry let go of your hand and put his arm over your shoulder to hold you close. The woman made a comment and gave you a look that you knew wasn’t complimentary of you before she walked off.

“You okay, Y/n?” Harry put his hands on your shoulders and ducked his face down to get in your line of sight.

Nodding you spoke, “Yeah. Just didn’t expect that.”

“Me neither. Let’s just get out of here, okay?”

The bill was already paid as you and Harry left Club Stella and got into his car.

He put his hand on your knee and drove in silence until he pulled into a small lot at a wooded park and turned off the engine.

You looked at him, puzzled, “What are we doing here?”

Harry adjusted his seat and moved it away from the steering wheel and pulled at your hand, “Come here, sweetheart. Sit in my lap.”

You climbed over the console after lifting your dress so you could spread your legs and settle over his thighs.

He put his hand on your hips, “I’m sorry that happened. Did that ruin your Valentine’s Day?”

You smiled as you shook your head, “No, of course not. It just shocked me is all.”

“Shocked me too. But you promise you’re okay?”

You pressed your hands on his shoulders and leaned yourself into his chest to kiss his mouth and began to unbutton his shirt buttons, “I’m fine, Harry.”

You could feel him swallow as his hands moved to push the fabric of your dress up before he brought his hands to the inside of your thighs. He moaned when his finger dragged over the fabric of your panties and he realized you were wet.

You laughed with a smile, “Still wet. Think you can get hard for me again, Harry?”

He laughed and licked into your mouth as he ran his thumb over the wet material at your crotch. It was funny because you both knew the answer to that question. Of course, he could get hard again.

And when you felt his cock plumping up under his pants you began to undo his belt and then his button in haste before pulling him out through the front slot of his boxer briefs, stroking his velvety cock as you kept your mouths moving together.

Harry pushed your panties to the side and lowered his seat for more space as you pushed yourself up and placed his tip at your slippery pussy. He held onto your hips to keep you steady as you placed your palms on the seat back and gently lowered over him.

“Fuck… you always hug my cock perfectly baby.”

You imagined that with his girth it would be hard not to hug his cock the way you did. He was so thick and long and he always stretched you apart when he was inside of you.

Slowly you glided up and down as you looked into his eyes, “God… It’s always so full. Makes me so wet just thinking about how big you are and how deep you get. I always need you, Harry.”

Harry moaned and pressed a hand to your low belly as you continued fucking yourself on him, “Yeah? Like how it feels when I fuck into your tummy? Stuff you full every night ‘cause you need it so bad don’t you, puppy?”

“Yes… God, I need you every day. More than anything I’ve ever needed. I love you so much.” You tilted your pelvis down and pressed your lips to his as you ground yourself over him and felt that pleasant ache when his thick crown nestled into your guts.

You could feel the fabric of his briefs over your clit as you rocked down over him. Harry’s soft moans against your lips sounded desperate and you knew that meant he was close already. You hadn’t had sex that morning like you do some days and you knew he must be aching to burst inside of you.

“Gonna give me your come?”

Harry’s mouth dropped open and he jabbed himself upward, his cock squelching through your wet pussy as he thrust into you, “Is that what you want?” Another thrust upward making you squeal quietly at the deep ache in your tummy, “Want my come, baby?”

“Yes… give it to me,” you moaned as you rolled your pelvis down again and felt how wet his underwear had gotten from your arousal.

“Need you to come with me, my love,” Harry’s words were panted as he gripped the meat of your ass and guided you up and down his cock.

You watched his face as you felt his length open you wide and glide in and out with the sound of wet gushes from your slippery pussy in the small space of the car.

Holding to the seat behind Harry’s head to keep yourself steady, you ran the fingers from your other hand over your clit as Harry kept you bouncing over him slowly.

Desperate moans and the slippery sounds of sex with the background of music on the radio were all you could hear as your legs began to shake.

The moment Harry could tell you were about to come, he began to fuck up into you harder, his hips thudding into you making your body bounce harder as you pressed your fingers and moved them over your swollen nub and cried out at his deep strokes.

“Oh my god! Fuck, Harry!”

He groaned when your pussy began to flutter around him and your cries turned to choked moans.

It was his favorite. Feeling your cunt walls squeeze and spasm around his throbbing, leaking cock. He gave you a few more harsh plunges until he pulled you down over him and grunted with his head thrown back into the seat, draining his cock inside of your guts.

Your head was spinning and your heart was pounding as you came down and heard him panting as he throbbed inside of you. You’d never get tired of watching him coming, of feeling the way his body shivered when he pumped into you.

He pulled you against his chest as he breathed hard and you could feel the way he was still twitching inside of you.

When you felt his lips at your neck and heavy breaths puffed against your skin you opened your eyes and turned to look at him with a smile.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Harry.”

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mondaymelon · 11 months

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— …𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗱..!? ♥

:feat~ alhaitham, kaveh, cyno, tighnari x gn!reader:

⤷ just doing my part to contribute a fic to this ✨scrumptious✨ trope ⤷ ...might have a part 2 with the anemo men... ⤷ the title says it all. (sfw!!)

ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ (open!) : @manager-of-the-pudding-bank, @iamdedinside, @ilyuu, @achlysis @solxima, @poweredbyghostadventures, @haliyamori

"Ah, welcome, travelers! Deepest apologies, however..."

Your eyes linger on AL HAITHAM's expression as it flickers slightly at the innkeeper's sheepish words.

"Only one room, hm?" His gaze is stern as he eyes the man from head to toe, before making a slight 'tch' noise with his tongue. "There's no point in complaining. We'll stay the night." The ashen-haired man makes a slight nodding motion, taking the keys from the other's hand. The two of you had originally planned to stay in separate rooms for the night, before meeting up in the morning, but one room shouldn’t be too much of a problem… right?

As the two of you head up the stairs of the hotel, making your way to the designated room, silence is the only thing that envelops the two of you. However, it’s not one of those awkward moments of quiet, more so a comfortable one - so it doesn’t exactly bother any of you.

It isn’t until Al Haitham turns the knob and swings the door open that the silence turns… dangerously unsettling.

The reason? Beyond the door frame, into the space, lies a singular bed. One, not two.

It takes a good ten seconds more before one of you speaks. Al Haitham moves his lips as to, but words have already left your mouth.

“...Well, this is a predicament, isn’t it?”

“Unexpected, perhaps, but not exactly.” It’s strange, the way he tilted his head and how his eyes are trained on every movement. “I see no problem with sharing-”

“Woah woah woah-!” You cut him off, shaking your head frantically as you wave your hands, seemingly to disperse your… thoughts. “T-That’s what intimate people do, and we’re…!”

“...Coworkers.” Al Haitham finishes your sentence with an air of smugness riding his expression. “Ah, but who's to say anything will occur? Oh, you don’t happen to be thinking about anything unsightly, do you?” His tone is lilting as his gaze upon you seems much too observant. His tongue has always been quick, and more so sharp, and you can feel the tinge of his words cause a flush of red to settle upon your expression.

“...What… hey! Stop painting me as the bad guy here! I wasn’t thinking about…” Your face goes red. “...A-Anything!” The relationship between you and him had always been somewhat blurred. Sure, you were merely coworkers, but sometimes, the atmosphere that the two of you shared was easily much more… insinuate.

“I’m sure.” Somehow, Al Haitham’s sedate words hold a sarcastic essence, before he lets out a quiet sigh. “It’s getting late. If you insist, I’ll sleep on the floor, and you can go ahead and take the bed.” He wraps his arms around your waist firmly, placing you on the soft surface with ease, before moving to take off his shirt.

“...Wait-”

“What, do you have any complaints? I thought you were the one being all huffy about having to share a bed with me.”

"That's not what I..." The hesitance in your voice is evident as you tried your best to resist the urge to stare at him. “...Well, I suppose it’s fine if I do it just once, right?”

Al Haitham smiles, just slightly. “If that’s what you want, then very well.”

And just like that, a note of satisfaction in his voice, he nestles into the space next to you without another word. You can feel his body press up against yours, his warmth spreading into you. It’s awkward, how the silence that surrounds the two of you is so suffocating, but it doesn’t last long, not until Haitham shifts his body and pulls you into his own, his firm arms around your waist.

“Is this okay?” He sounds hesitant, and you can feel the subtle vibrations of his heartbeat against yours.

“...Mhm.”

“Then…” The next words that come out of his mouth are soft, uncharacteristically so as the smile that's painted across his face only widens.

“Sleep well.” ♥

“Oh, more customers? I have to inform you…”

You blink in disbelief at the receptionist’s words, struggling to keep KAVEH on his feet. The male has almost his entire weight leaning against your frame for support as he giggles slightly, loosley turning his head around to observe the dim scenery.

“Eh…? Wh’re we?” His words slur together as he shifts his position.

In hindsight, you should’ve known that when the blonde invited you out for drinks, you were the one who’d be paying… and, of course, Kaveh would be the one who ended up black out drunk. You were no stranger to these incidents, having heard tales of his excursions through Al Haitham’s huffy words, and having experienced your fair share of these ordeals yourself. Still, these past occurrences did little to aid you in the current predicament you were in… that being that there was apparently only a one bed room left at the singular inn within a 50 mile radius… it seems that you’ve just about signed your life warrant the day you accepted Kaveh’s proposal.

“...Alright, we’ll take it.” You hesitantly receive the keys from the innkeeper's hands.

“Th-Thank you…!” The man gives you a hasty bow as he watches you depart, up the stairs and into your room.

“Great… well, what do we do now…?” You let out a long sigh as you dump Kaveh onto the mattress, wringing your sore shoulders with slight disdain. It’s rather fruitless to be talking to someone completely out of it, but it’s a habit that you’ve adopted. “Ah, I suppose there’s only one option.”

While it’s rather awkward to leave him in his clothes that reek of wine, it’d be even more disturbing if you were to remove them, so you decide to leave the blonde as is. However, taking of your overgarments should suffice, so you proceed to do so, before sidling next to Kaveh under the covers.

“Night, Kaveh.”

...

It takes another two hours until the male awakes, blinking groggily in the darkened atmosphere.

“...Huh…?” He moves to sit up, but pauses when he feels someone next to him in bed. “Wh-”

He recognizes that familiar silhouette, that’s pressed against his body, sending warmth spreading throughout his body… archons, everything feels too warm, too hot…

Haha, maybe he’s still a little drunk… to the point he’s hallucinating…?

“Mm… Kaveh…”

It’s barely intelligible, the sleepy mumbles that escape your lips, but he hears them, and they send his heart aflutter.

“...Are you… awake?”

There’s no response.

“Hah…”

Drinking buddies. If he had to describe the relationship he shared with you, those might be the words he’d say. Ah, but of course, that phrase surely wouldn’t be enough to describe what he felt for you. Kaveh is one to fall easily… and fall hard, and that’s precisely what’s happened.

He takes one last glance at your sleeping form, a soft smile spreading across his features as he faces you, heart thumping loudly in his ears. And it’s then that he’ll say two words toward you that’d he never dare attempt to if you were awake.

“Night, love.” ♥

“Th-The General Mahamatra? U-Unfortunately, sir…”

“One room?” CYNO's tone shows no emotion, and you can tell that the innkeeper is absolutely terrified.

“I-I’m very sorry sir-! It’s just that-”

“Save it. We’ll take the room.” You’re sure his stern words may come off as too threatening - and you’d be right - the innkeeper lets out a petrified squeal, frantically nodding as he practically throws the keys into the mahamatra’s hands.

“H-Haveanicestay!!”

Cyno seems perplexed as he walks to the designated room, a scowl making its way onto his features. “What was his problem? Ah, perhaps he was j’inn’tery.” There’s a long pause. “What, do you not get it? He’s an innkeeper, and he was jittery… so he’s-”

“Yes, Cyno, I get it.” You let out an exasperated sigh at his antics. Even though the two of you were on the hunt for runaway criminals, he still somehow had the gall to make wisecracks. Sure, it made the trip slightly more “entertaining”, but at the same time, certainly much more insufferable.

“Was that not funny to you?” Great, now he’s pouting, puffing out his cheeks as usual. Anyone would just about laugh if you told them how the renowned mahamatra, ‘instrument of justice’, was here, frowning at you like a child.

“C’mon, say something, will you?” He reaches for the door handle, gaze fixated on you as his pout only deepens.

Yeah, ridiculous indeed.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s leave it at th…” You never finish your sentence, blinking into the open doorway. “...Am I seeing things, or is there only one bed?”

“He did say there was only one room.” Somehow, the male seems completely indifferent about the situation, merely unwrapping his scarf and placing it on the wall rack.

“Well when he said that, I at least expected there to be two beds…!” You let out a groan, loosing a couple swears from your lips.

“What’re you getting so worked up over? I’m sleeping on the floor, so-”

You pause. “...Then I’d feel bad.”

“Archons, what do you want me to do?” Now he’s the one getting strangely worked up over the topic.

“Just sleep with me for tonight, okay? Let’s not think too much about it.” With that, in a desperate attempt to hide the growing blush on your cheeks, you whip around, tugging off a couple layers. It takes the man the count of three to hesitantly agree, and when he does, his voice is quiet.

“...Do you want the left or right side?”

“You choose.”

…

Fuck.

Somehow, in the midst of your packing several days before, you had failed to realize the need to pack nightclothes. Now, you sat here, face overcast as you towered over your half-empty suitcase.

“What’s up with you?” Cyno’s already in bed, shirt off as he aimlessly twirls with his hair, one hand propped under his head.

“...I forgot to pack sleepwear. Can I borrow one of your shirts?” It’s awkward how sheepish you sound. There’s a silence that seems to stretch onward, to the point where you hesitantly turn your head to see Cyno’s expression - only to see his face flushed, one hand over his mouth.

“Ah…? Y-Yeah, go ahead.”

…Hold on, did the general mahamatra just stutter? No wisecracks or archons awful puns, but stunned silence?

Now here’s a moment you won’t forget. ♥

“It’s getting late for the night, here, let’s stay at my place.”

Those are the words he spoke to you minutes prior, and presently, TIGHNARI's leading you up the stairs into his home, hand around your wrist as he gently tugs you along. His ears are fully perked up, flicking to every rustle as the dark forest comes to life while night falls. “Alright, here we are.” He smiles, albeit a little sheepishly. “It’s a little small, but it’ll do.”

As he opens the door, the first thought that comes to mind is: cozy.

And it really is, with the dim, warm lighting and the flowering vines that dangle from the round ceiling. There’s no shortage of potted plants and books lying about the house, most sitting in organized cases and shelves, while a few others sit strewn at his lamp-lit desk. All around, it immediately strikes you as someplace Tighnari would call home.

“Ahaha, sorry, it’s a little messy at the moment… I wasn’t expecting visitors, so…” He laughs softly, before shaking his head, as if to dismiss several thoughts. “You must be tired, right? The bedroom is over there, tell me if you need anything.” The male moves to walk away, but your words stop him.

“Bedroom… as in singular?”

More laughter, this time more nervous. “Apologies, I live alone, so I only have…” Tighnari coughs into his fist, ears twitching. “Well, to put it simply, one bed.”

“...Oh. Oh.” The information takes a good second to digest, so you only blink at the male. “Ah, then, where will you sleep?”

“It’s no big matter, there’s a couch in commons where I can-”

“Sleep with me.”

“...Pardon?” His eyes are wide as he stares at you, ears pressed flat against his head.

“Shit, wait no, that didn’t sound right-” You let out a long sigh. “The couch would be uncomfortable, so…”

“...Then I suppose it’d be alright.”

…

“Nari… do you… usually hug your tail when you sleep?”

He flinches, whipping around with wide eyes, ears shot straight up. “Wh- I- I thought you were asleep-” His face is blown red as he lets out a mortified high note.

“Is it soft?” Your eyes sparkle as you lean in closer, seemingly unaware of the almost negative distance between the two of you. “C-Can I try hugging it-?”

The male seems to deflate with every word, his ashamed expression only reddening. The only words he manages to get out are mumbles. “If- If you really want to- then…”

Without another word of confirmation, you wrap your arms around the soft, fluffy surface and lean into it, earning you a surprised ‘wh-’ that leaves Tighnari’s voice in a whisper.

“What are you-!”

“Nari, you’re really cute. I like you.”

“...Fuck it, please. Just go to sleep already, okay?”

“Say it back.”

“Hah… sleep well, beloved. I love you too.” ♥

(a/n) 2.3k words. that's almost double my usual amoutn jLKSDJlksjf

ehehe did you notice how in tighnari's section, the starting dialogue was his line, unlike the others? additionally, he was the only one who directly confessed (after you)!!

i wanna make these little information tidbits like the taisho era secrets an occuring thing hehe

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TOO HOT TO HANDLE.

PART III

Han x reader. (s)

Too Hot To Handle masterlist

Synopsis: You and Han become contestants in a reality dating show, Too Hot To Handle. (14,1k words)

Author's note: Despite my hectic rl, I finally finished season 4! Thank you for tuning in this far with me ❤️

HAN: Why did I have that wank? [Facepalms]

The group has lost another $10,000 and Han contributed $4,000 to that

It doesn't make him feel good letting everyone know that he rubbed one out in the shower earlier but also to everyone who will watch this show.

He wants to book a flight home immediately and never comes out of the house.

Han feels the need to apologize to you for what he did and worse is, not telling you about it. It's hard to get privacy so he waits until everyone leaves the dressing room to do that.

As you sit on your chair brushing your hair, he places a kiss on the top of your head, "Hi, nugget!"

You don't reply but keep untangling your hair with your fingers so he sits on the chair next to you, patiently waiting for you to soften around him.

After a moment, you look at him and softly sigh, "I can't believe you did that."

He hurriedly holds your hand to not let you go from his side, "I know," he meekly says.

"We've been here since day one and trying hard not to..." Your words trail off as you take a cotton pad and put something on it, "And we could have spent God knows how much by now if we did."

He nods and feels bad for it for letting you down, "Yes, know what you're saying," he confirms.

It's obvious to him now that you need time to cool down, he then holds your hand tight and turns your head to make you look at him.

"I'm sorry," he sincerely apologizes.

You put on a weak smile for him but a smile nonetheless, and then you tenderly kiss his cheek, "Wait for me in bed," you tell him.

He allows himself to hold you for a while and lands a quick kiss on your cheek.

"Don't make me wait long," he says as he softly nuzzles his nose in your neck.

HAN: I apologized but I still feel like I need to win her over.

When you finally come to bed, you seem to have gained your mood back but he remains cautious, he wants to be on your good side.

Han snuggles up to you, overlapping your body with his, and buries his head in your neck, inhaling your scent that puts him in an instant comfort.

The lights are off and not long after that, the chatter dies down the late it gets. He knows you're still awake from how you keep gently ruffling his hair with your fingers.

"Are you still upset?"

You weakly smile at how careful he is asking you that when you're not mad at all, just a bit taken aback.

"A little," you reply with your eyes closed.

He rests his head on his pillow and lays on his side facing you, "it's been hard not to do anything whilst getting closer," he says.

You hold the hand resting on your stomach and turn your head to look at him, "It's hard for me too," you mutter.

You lightly rub his forearm as you keep lowly talking to him, not wanting to disturb everyone else who sleeps in the room.

"I'm ovulating right now, I'm like... hornier than ever," you share with him.

"You what?" He asks in confusion.

"It's just... hard for me too," you skip on trying to explain what it's about.

He lowly chuckles at how you easily give in trying to explain it to him. He leans his head against the side of your head, "How can I not touch you when you're getting hotter and hotter every day, mmh?"

You hate how easy it is for him to make you melt with such cheesy words, you keep your cool and respond with a scoff.

He then places a long kiss on your cheek with his hand cupping your jaw, "And I'm getting more and more smitten," he adds.

You scoff again but you can't help but smile this time, "Cringe!" you respond.

He grins as he nuzzles his head in your neck and whispers into your ear, "I like you so much."

It's been a long time since you haven't felt this admired and adored by someone, it feels good and flattering. You feel like you owe it to him to tell him how you feel.

You look to the side and put your hand on his chin, turning his head to make him look at you.

"I like you too," you mutter to him and your heart is quivering, overflowing with warm feelings.

There's no excuse for this but you feel the urge to show him too so slowly you press your lips on him, kissing him with all of your heart.

YOU: At that moment, I feel like it's the right thing to do so I... I kissed him [bites thumb]

Han doesn't know how you end up straddling him and now, taking your camisole off of you. He hurriedly covers your body with the duvet as you lean down, kissing him on the neck and around his chest.

He wants to touch you all over, however, his hands are trained to stay on the safe side. He can only hold you as you place kisses across his chest.

"Baby, oh..." he forgets what he's about to say as you land a hot kiss on the column of his neck.

Your body is hovering above him as your hand wanders down his body, all the while your nipples are lightly grazing his chest.

He's high with your kisses but the moment your hand tugging at his boxer, his eyes snap open.

"You want to do it?" He asks.

You slip your hand under the waistband of his boxer, "we can stop," you simply resolve.

It's sneaky of you to throw the ball at his court. You know he wants this, therefore, how can he stop you? If anything, he wants more of you.

"I don't want to stop," he shamelessly admits.

Successfully taking his boxer off, he turns you over and has you pinned underneath him. He takes his turn to bury his mouth on your neck, kissing you down to your chest and he goes under the duvet to plant kisses on your stomach.

His fingers are tugging at the thin strap of your underwear before pulling it down and off your legs, you take it for me to put it on the bedside table.

There's nothing between your bodies now, it's just his skin rubbing against your skin. He watches as you look at your hands, trailing his shoulder blades then drag them down to feel the firmness of his muscles.

Then you slip your arms under and pull him close, sending him to collapse on top of you.

"You're so hot," you speak so low it's almost like a whisper.

You put your hand in the back of his hair and gently tug at his hair, "You're fire," you playfully compliment with a sly grin.

Han can say the same thing, except that he has not yet wrapped his head around the fact that you're both naked under the duvet. He can feel your body heat and the softness of your skin that he can't stop touching you.

"You're so beautiful," he mutters with an overwhelming sigh.

It feels as if there were only you and him existing at the moment that he completely forgot about everyone else sleeping in the room. He doesn't even remember that he has rules to follow.

Han presses a kiss on your lips and it continues into a slow, sensual making out where he can taste your lips, the plush and the warmth of it.

You let out a low moan as he pulled away from the kiss and without warning, put your legs around his waist to not let him go.

There's nothing to hide when you can feel his hardening member poking at your thighs, it's swollen and he's ready for you.

Seeing you spreading your legs open for him, he knows that he gets the permission to proceed with things.

Han reminds himself that he needs to calm down but rather than that, he does the opposite.

He gets hit by so many things all at once, how he shouldn't be doing this, about the money, and that everyone would be disappointed with him because of it. Everything is mixed inside his head and it overwhelms him.

He looks at you and the soft smile on your face, he knows you both want it but it seems like his body is failing him.

"I'm–" he swallows air to relax.

"I'm too tense," he says, shaking his head in panic.

He then collapses on top of you and hides his head in your neck, "I'm sorry," he murmurs with so much regret.

"It's okay," you assure him with a loving pat on his head and endearingly brush his hair to comfort him.

"It's embarrassing," he whines with his head still buried in your neck.

"It's okay, baby," you place a long kiss on his neck to convince him.

You both stay like that, syncing his breathing to the rising and falling of your chest as he rests his head on it and starts to get drowsy.

"We should put our clothes back on," you suggest before he falls asleep.

He reluctantly gets up and starts looking for his boxer, he gets panicked for losing it.

"I can't find it," he lowly speaks.

You wait until you put on your underwear to reply to him, "Huh?"

He clutches the duvet close to his chest, "I can't find my boxer," he says with intensified panic in his voice.

You stop him from pulling the duvet since you're not properly dressed yet and you're aware of the camera filming everything.

"Give me a second, I'll help you find it," you quickly put your camisole back on to help him.

He wraps himself in the duvet and gets off the bed, frantically looking for his boxer around the bed.

"It's nowhere," he says out loud.

You immediately put your hand to cover his mouth and he only realizes it now that he said it out loud. You press your mouth on his chest to muffle your laughter.

"I'm naked," he lowers his voice but says it with so much urgency in it.

"Okay but shh..." You mutter while silently laughing at the way he made a fool of himself out of panic.

You hurriedly look for it on the floor, perhaps one of you kicked it off the bed. You squat down, groping around in the dark while he waits, sitting on the bed wrapped in duvet.

"Got it! Here!" You hand it to him and climb onto the bed.

Still hiding inside the duvet, he quietly puts his boxer back on. It only hits him now how stupid everything was, he's regretting the way he behaved.

You peer inside the duvet and sweetly ask, "Can I join?"

He can let the duvet go and lay down on the bed next to you, he doesn't say anything but snuggles up to you. He feels bad for how things turned out.

"Hey," you softly scratch the hair behind his ear.

You wait until he looks at you to say, "I told you it's okay."

That makes you grateful that he's with you, he's not sure if anyone else would handle this well but you're so patient with him, and you understand him so much.

You bring your mouth close to sweetly kiss him on the cheek, "We'll get our time, mmh?"

He takes your hand and kisses it before resting it on his chest.

HAN: This makes me realize that she means a lot more to me than just sleeping with her.

There are times when Han looks exceptionally attractive and now he's looking exactly it. His upper body is in its glorious state, muscular chest and stomach on display and his skin is moist with sweat.

He's about to get into the shower when you step into the bathroom, pulling him by the hands to join you to sit inside the empty bathtub.

"So, what's our game plan?" You ask him.

He holds the back of your legs and pinches at the flesh, "Game plan for what?" He plays dumb.

You snort and put your hands on his shoulders, playfully slapping at it, "Should we tell everyone or wait for Lana to expose it?"

He takes your hands and intertwines them together on his knees, "And being scolded twice? No, thank you," he waves your idea away.

Well, you kind of hope that by telling them firsthand, they wouldn't be as mad when they find out about it from Lana. Yet you shudder thinking of being yelled at twice for breaking the rules.

There's another thing to be concerned about.

You put your hands on his neck and lean in close, lowering your voice as you ask, "Do you even know how many times we kissed?"

He suppresses his laughter and it forms a wide grin on his face, he's shaking his head having no idea how much you spent last night.

You lean in closer and lower your voice, "We kissed so many times," you remind him.

Then you get reminded of the hilarity of the situation last night and he seems to recall the same thing as you both break into laughter while looking at each other.

"You messed up," he mischievously accuses you.

"No," you deny, "you messed up!"

He pulls you close and keeps pulling you but you refuse to hug him since he's sweaty, "No, I don't want to hug you."

"Why not?"

"You're dirty," you reply.

"I am dirty," he says with a sly smirk and a wink.

With your hands on his chest, you push him away and get up, then step out of the tub.

"Come shower with me," he says.

You turn around to say, "No."

He uses the towel he's holding to slap your butt with it, "Come shower with your dirty boy!"

"No!" You persist, half-laughing.

Han gets out of the tub to chase you but before he can do that, you run out of the bathroom.

YOU: I'm just a little concerned about how everyone is going to react [hisses air]

It's another workshop for the boys and you're hanging out in the bedroom to escape the harsh sunlight at this hour of day.

You're on the bed with Avery and she's trustworthy enough to you, you feel like you can share about the infraction you did last night with her.

"How mad everyone will be when they know I did something last night?" You whisper to Avery, talking against the loud chat of Nya and Gwen on the other bed.

Avery tries to suppress her surprise and glares at you, "Depends..."

She puts her hair away to get more of the details, "What did you do?" She asks with a curious smile.

You can't recall last night without laughing and Avery patiently waits until you stop to tell her about it.

"What? What did you do?" She gets even more curious, dying to know what makes you laugh like that.

You catch a breath to calm yourself and hesitate to tell her everything about it, mostly because you want to spare Han from the shame.

"We almost had sex last night," you speak in a hushed tone.

Avery's mouth is gaping open and her hand flies to her mouth to cover it, "almost?"

You nod in confirmation.

It gets exciting to her that she leans in closer, not letting anyone hear about this and keeping this between the two of you, "What happened?"

To be honest, you have no idea how things went last night next thing you know you were naked under the duvet and you were all over each other.

"We kissed and got carried away... in the middle of it we just kind of stopped, you know," you tell her, not letting her in on the major plot twist.

"Oh?" She gasps.

"I couldn't remember how many times we kissed," you truthfully tell her.

She squints her eyes at you, "It's that good, huh?"

You chuckle at that and shake your head, "We got carried away and just didn't think of the rules at that moment."

Avery licks her lower lips and starts fiddling with the end of her braided hair, "I think they will be mad at how much money you spent on it," she says.

You may not remember how many times you kissed but you know it's worth a lot of money, "Yeah..." you agree even though you're in an impending doom.

"Everyone wouldn't be as pissed if they were still a lot of money to spend but babe, we barely have anything left," she reminds you.

Hearing that makes you feel worse about it and you regret telling anyone about it.

YOU: I... [rubs temples] I hope Lana goes easy on me [nervously laughs]

What is his problem, really?

Isn't it clear that he shouldn't be flirting with someone's girl blatantly like this? Han needs to do an intervention so he walks over to you, putting his arms around you in a possessive way.

"I've been looking for you, you sexy little minx!" He murmurs with a kiss on your neck.

Han glances at Ed and stares at him until he turns away, leaving you alone like he wanted.

You take his wine glass and steal a sip of his wine, giving the glass back to him afterward. While holding him close, you bring your mouth close to his ear to ask, "Do you think Lana will drop the bomb today?"

You seem more nervous than usual and he starts to think that perhaps it's a good idea that the two of you didn't end up having sex last night.

He sips his drink before talking, "I think so."

"I think everyone is going to be fuming," you tell him with a nervous laugh.

Han wants to sound convincing but he can't lie to you, you know that he's just as nervous, only that he masks it well.

"We got each other," he says.

And that's the only thing he can promise you, that no matter what happens, you can rely on him as much as he relies on you.

You look at him and smile, "I know."

If it wasn't for the stupid rules, he would have kissed your lips but for now, he settles with a kiss on your cheek.

HAN: I hope that despite the rule breaks we did, everyone didn't think that what we have is purely physical.

It's too early for you to relax but the night is getting late and you have drank all the three glasses of wine you're allowed to have for the day.

You're lounging in the firepit with Mikaela and Rio and Gwen being the chatty girl she is, sharing a funny story with everyone.

It's moments like this that you'll be missed once you leave the retreat.

Somehow your mind wanders too far off and you start thinking about life outside the retreat. It's hard in this retreat because of the rules but you think it's going to be a lot harder in the outside world.

You look at Han as he laughs at Asher's joke and hits by a wave of sadness that this is going to end soon. What you're afraid of the most is the change, things will change once this ends.

You kiss his cheek and it takes him by surprise, "What's that for?"

You smile then look away, "I just wanted to."

Han puts his hand on your neck and presses a long kiss on your cheek, not letting go until he runs out of breath.

"I wanted to do that," he says once he pulls away and places another kiss on your temple.

"Ugh, stop being so cute!" Mikaela says with a hint of jealousy.

"That's why she likes me, I'm cute," Han proudly says with his gummy smile.

Catching everyone off their guard, Lana chimes in and tells everyone to gather in the cabana.

YOU: I am shitting it [laughs uncontrollably]

The anxiety kicks in and your body turns rigid no matter how much Han is trying to relax you by placing rubs on your back.

Han knows how to play calm but you, you're just bad at hiding your anxiety. Your jaws are clenched, your foot is nervously tapping the floor and your fingers are picking at the ripped hole on Han's jeans.

When the melodic chime comes in, your heart drops.

"I must inform you that there's a breach of the rules," Lana informs.

And it's a bad thing when she talks without greeting first, that means she's not pleased, Lana is mad.

"Okay, you guys know what to do," Finn says with a tense expression on his face.

"Not us," Rio couldn't deny the allegation faster, shifting everyone's attention away from them.

You feel like wanting to shrink into a microscopic size and just disappear, however, you must face it, owning up to your mistakes.

Avery secretly glances at you with a subtle knowing smile on her face, probably trying to tell you that it's best to come forward.

You look at Han and he smiles at you, he then looks the other way and says, "It was me."

Mikaela dramatically gasps and looks at you, "What did you do?"

You place your hand on his back, letting him know that you're right there with him.

"We kissed a couple of times," he replies to her.

You hate to add to it but you must tell them everything, "A bit of heavy petting too."

"How many times is a couple of times?" Fabian asks.

You sense that things are heating and you remind yourself to keep calm, "We got a little carried away, that's what happened so we're not really sure how many times we did it—"

"What do you mean not sure?" Nya asks.

Han holds your hand to both comfort and strengthen him, "You know it's actually great that we stopped there," Han says.

"What happened?" Asher asks.

Whenever you recall last night, you burst into laughter, and that makes him laugh too. Everyone is just looking at you in confusion.

Han to compose himself first to answer them, "We almost had sex."

"Almost?" Gwen repeated.

"We didn't. Calm your knickers down!" You didn't mean to be snarky but well.

Asher is the only one having fun with this information, "You shouldn't have beaten one out yesterday, bro!"

Everyone is laughing and you throw your arms around him, feeling embarrassed for him but at the same time, wanting to comfort him.

Han looks at the staff and asks, "Can I call my mom?"

Everyone's laugh dies down as Lana drops the bomb, "Your indiscretion has cost the group $20,000."

The hilarity of the moment evaporates into the air and is replaced by a dark shadow hanging over everyone's heads.

"The prize fund now stands at $45,000," Lana updates.

Avery rubs her temple and loudly sighs, "There's not much left to it," she meekly says.

The guilt is gathering in the pit of your stomach, making you feel sick and a little faint. There's nothing you can say to defend yourself so you keep your head down and stay quiet.

"I asked you to respect my rules and you continued to break them."

YOU: Uh-oh! Lana is mad, MAD!

"I'm setting you to the ultimate test to see if you can adhere to my retreat rules under the most trying circumstances."

Test? Han has never been good at tests and not to mention, it's a test from Lana so he knows it wouldn't be easy. It's called a test for a reason.

Also, he doesn't like the sound of the last two words Lana said but they linger in his head far longer than he lets them.

"You will spend the night in the private suite."

Han exchanges a nervous glance with you, realizing that the two of you are in deep trouble Lana has to set you both on a test.

The others are either sighing or groaning, they don't like the idea of putting the two of you together in a suite. He hates to think badly of them but he doesn't like their reactions either.

"You trust us though, right?" Han asks them.

There's a shrug, an inaudible answer, and a lot of pessimism that only adds to the animosity in the air, he can't stand it anymore.

Han clicks his tongue and sighs, "Well, thank you for the support you guys," he sneers with a thin smile.

He puts his arm around you because he knows you're the only one on his team.

"Please make your way to the private suite," Lana orders.

He couldn't wait to exit this situation and spend the rest of the night with you away from everyone. He offers his hand to help you get up from the bed.

"Hey, Han," Rio calls him.

He turns around to look at him, "Yeah?"

"Don't do things I wouldn't do," he says.

"Is there anything you didn't do?" Han replies back with a grin.

Rio laughs in response and Han leaves the cabana, taking you by the hand to the private suite.

HAN: [looks down at his crotch] Just hold on as long as you can, okay? Don't embarrass myself any more than I already have. [Laughs]

This is not a bad thing after all.

Han never thought that he'd ever get to see the private suite and now he's here.

He's the first to enter the suite with you trailing behind him, looking around the room that has been set to a sensual setting with candles and rose petals littering the bed.

"Oh, thank you, Lana!" He shouts his gratitude out loud wherever Lana is.

Carefully, he hoists you with his two arms, attempting to carry you like newlyweds. You squeal as he struggles to get you to bed and he ends up, sending both of you collapsing onto the bed.

He has you pinned under him, using the chance to admire your beautiful face as he's catching his breath. The temptation to kiss you is so strong and the test barely started yet.

You softly nuzzle your nose against his and put your hand on the back of his head, "I don't want to break rules anymore," you mutter.

As much as he wants to do anything imaginable to you, he doesn't want to let people down anymore, so he agreed. He nods and endearingly caresses your cheek with his knuckle.

"Yeah. Me too," he says, making his mind on the spot.

He allows himself to plant his mouth on your neck, "We're mature. We're adults now. We can do this," he tells you, suddenly feeling optimistic about passing the test.

A grunt falls out of his mouth as you put your legs around his waist. You bring your mouth close to his ear and breathlessly whisper, "But I kind of want to continue last night."

Well, there goes his optimism, leaving his body the second you mutter the idea to him. Fuck continuing last night, he wants a do-over and this is the perfect opportunity to do it.

Suddenly, he feels like doing whatever he wants. He looks at your face that is mere inches away from his, "Oh, yeah, fuck money!"

HAN: My head gets a bit naughty when it comes to her. She's just so hot.

"Yes, get those titties out," he excitedly says as he watches you taking off your dress.

Han knows you've been wearing nothing underneath but thin black underwear. He feels your naked body against his but it's different now that he sees you with his own eyes and admires it as much as he wants.

With his body soaked in the warm water, Han rests his head on the edge of the tub, he's biting his lower lip as he watches you pulling your underwear down your legs.

"How are you so hot, baby?" He asks you in disbelief.

You're giggling seeing his wide eyes following you as you get into the tub, sitting down on the other end of the tub.

"We should have a toast," You suggest

"Oh fuck, I left the bottle in the room," he fumbles to get out of the tub.

He's covering his private part with his hand to retrieve the bottle of wine and returns with the bottle clamped under his arm.

You crawl over in the tub to sit on his lap, putting your legs around him even though you both know it's not a good idea.

"What?" You ask while chuckling.

As if that wasn't enough, you put your arms around his neck, sending your breasts squashed between your chests.

"I want to put my legs around your sexy little waist," you innocently say.

He grabs his drink and gulps it down, you refill it for him to have another toast, clinking your glasses together before taking a sip.

"You know what you look like?" He asks.

You laugh even before he tells you the answer, "What?"

"Like a popsicle," he answers with his hand splashing water onto your shoulder.

He tries to seduce you but he gets an unexpected reaction from you, you laugh instead of getting frisky like he imagined it would be.

"I just want to lick you," he says to you with a flirty wink.

"Lick it then," you encourage him with a seductive smile and a sultry gaze.

He is indeed going to lick you with or without your permission, he lands a long lick up the column of your neck as you tip your head to the side, allowing him to plant his mouth on it.

Can't stop himself, he plants kisses down to your chest and buries his head in there while you're holding him close with your arms around his neck.

As if the water in the tub suddenly risen a few degrees, he feels hot inside and out.

HAN: [groans] I'm trying to be good here!!!

The two of you don't take things seriously but that doesn't mean that it does nothing when he looks at you with such lustful eyes and you spread your legs open to tease him.

He crawls onto the bed and hovers above you, placing a long kiss on your collarbone, letting it go with a gasp.

Slowly, he puts his body on top of you but propped an elbow against the mattress to not put his whole weight on you.

"Can you resist me?" He asks with a hoarse voice.

You look up at him and nod.

He holds your jaw and puts his thumb on your lips, pulling at it to feel the plush of it.

"Why are you so hot?" He asks in a mix of disbelief and awe.

You smile at his word and let your hands touch his muscular chest. You use only your fingertips to feel the outline of his muscles and down to his stomach where it feels less firm but more softer.

Feeling playful, you pinch at his tummy but it does nothing to him because he's too busy listing over your body. He seems frustrated to not be able to feel you all over and he best believes that you feel the same way too.

"I can't resist you," he says to you with his hot breath brushing your cheek and rubbing his bulging crotch against your thigh.

"What should we do about it?"

You put your hands around him and gently claw at his back, "I'm open to anything," you daringly say.

On one side, you want to fuck it and just do whatever you want but on the other, you really want to prove everyone wrong, that you have a genuine connection with Han.

But God! It's so hard to not touch him when his body is pressed close against yours.

"Let's settle this," Han suddenly says, rolling over to the side to get a rose from the bedside table.

He sets a pillow against the headboard of the bed and invites you to sit next to him. You eagerly snuggle to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

"I pick one, then you pick one," he says, holding the rose between him and you.

Han starts first, picking a petal off the rose then says, "Have sex."

You let out a chuckle before taking your turn, pulling at the rose petal, "Don't have sex."

He goes next, picking another petal and tossing it away, "Have sex."

"Don't have sex," you mutter while throwing away the rose petal to the back.

"Have sex."

"Don't have sex."

You continue taking turns stripping away the petals off the rose until there are a few left. You rip one off and leave one last petal on the rose.

Han grins knowing the result of his unusual way of settling the matter, he gladly picks the last petal off with a sly smile on his face and says, "Have sex."

You both look at each other as he seductively gazes into your eyes with a smirk dancing on his face. How can you say no when he's intensely looking into your eyes with so much want in his eyes?

YOU: Ugh! This is torture.

Han shrugs and then throws the bare rose away, pulling you close with his hand holding the back of your thighs. He deeply looks into your eyes as he mutters, "Even the universe wants us to have sex."

You snort at the way he put it and continue laughing as he tickles your neck with his nose.

"Take your clothes off!"

"No!"

You manage to break away from his hold and roll over to the side, taking something from the tray of sex toys on the bedside table.

Bring it with you, you're straddling him on the bed, and place a hand on his chest to hold him down.

"You've been very, very bad," you tell him and hit him with the leather flogger on his arms.

"Ow!" He yelps in pain.

His hand flies to rub the skin, "That hurts!" He grumbles.

"You're supposed to feel the pleasure in the pain," you tell him, tickling his chest with the flogger.

"No," He shakes his head, "It's just pain."

You both break into laughter at the same time yet you continue flogging him, this time, doing it gentler to not hurt him.

"Who's your mommy, huh?"

"My mom," he answers.

"Wrong answer!" You hit him on the ribs with the flogger.

You lean in close and try again, "Are you my good boy?"

He holds you by the waist and nods, "Yes, I am," he answers

"But I don't want a good boy," you say with a pout.

"I'm a bad boy," he changes his mind almost immediately.

You lean in closer until you can feel his breath on your lips as he speaks, "How bad?"

"Very bad!"

"Really?"

"Yeah..." he breathlessly says.

You pull away and slyly smile at him, brushing his chest with the end of the flogger, then put it away. You prop a hand against the mattress to hover above him, leaving a few inches between your faces.

"A bad boy is not afraid to break rules," you say with a soft caress on his cheek.

He's gripping your waist as your leg rubs at his inner thigh, "Yeah..."

"Are you bad enough to break the rules?" You ask him with a soft, wet kiss on his jaw.

"Yeah..." his voice is slightly quivering and teasing him like this makes you hornier than before.

You prop your other hand on the bed, caging his body in between your arms and looking down at him with his eyes wide and dark with lust.

"Take your clothes off!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

YOU: Let's say... we had a lot of fun [smirks]

It's too early or you personally think it is.

You force your eyes open and see that the curtains are already open, showing it's bright outside. Instead of waking up, you snuggle close to Han as he's still soundly sleeping next to you.

Without opening his eyes, he draws you closer and plants a kiss on the top of your head.

"We should get up," you sleepily tell him with your eyes still closed.

"Mmh..." he answers with a hum.

You turn your head to give him a morning kiss on the cheek, greeting him once you pull away, "Morning, sexy man."

He puts his arm around you, trying to make you stay snuggle close to him. He eventually gives in and takes your hand to hold instead.

You grab your water tumbler and take a big sip before sitting on the bed, letting Han rest his head on your lap. You put your hand in his air and play with his tousled hair.

"You were so sexy last night," you mutter.

That gets his ear perking up and his head turns to look at you, "I know," he confidently says.

"So hot," you emphasize the word with a heavy sigh.

Han turns over to lay face up with his head still resting on your lap so he can look at you, "Let's not go back."

You hold his head with both hands and gently squeeze his cheeks with your fingers, "You want to stay here?"

"Mmh," he says, placing his hands on yours.

This moment feels tender and intimate, you rarely get a moment like this with everyone in the retreat so to finally be able to be alone with him and fully enjoy each other's presence, you feel a lot more closer than ever.

"I don't mind staying here," you say with a nonchalant shrug and another squeeze on his squishy cheeks.

"Give me a kiss!" He cutely demands with his lips puckered.

To compensate for not being able to kiss him on the lips, you kiss him on both cheeks.

YOU: Wake up this morning feeling great and amazing. I just can't wait to share my happiness with everyone [smiles]

"Hello, Negative Nancy's!" Han pokes fun at everyone as he leads you into the cabana.

They look rather tense for his joke that no one is laughing at it. Probably because not only that it still early in the morning, but they're haunted by the possibility that they may lose more money today.

Especially after seeing that you're wearing his shirt with a radiant smile on your face. He reckons everyone already thinks that they have lost the money that isn't even theirs in the first place.

To be exact, no one owns it yet.

"How was your night, bro?" Asher asks, looking rugged with his long hair tied in a messy bun.

"Fucking great!" He answers without a beat, putting everyone on the edge of their seats with it.

He turns his head at you and asks, "It was fun, yeah?"

You nod with the smile not wearing off of your face, "It was nice and romantic, there were candles and roses and champagne..." you add.

He can see that Gwen is quietly rolling her eyes either in jealousy or displeased with what she heard. But Han is having fun teasing them and so are you.

"Did you do something?" Nya asks with her hand propped under her head.

Han glances at you then lets out a long sigh, "We're not sure..."

Mikaela gets triggered by it, "What do you mean by that?"

He puts his arm around you and puts on a cryptic smile, "We did a lot of things," he says.

"We used a sex toy or two," you egg on it, playing along with his scheme.

"We're just not sure if they were rule breaks or not," he says with a nonchalant shrug.

There are groans and sighs, it seems that he's succeeded at annoying them. He then looks at the cone sitting in the middle of the table.

"Let's just ask Lana!" He simply resolves.

Not long after, Lana comes with that melodic chime that twists everyone's stomach and makes them sit up straight in their seats.

"Hello, everyone," Lana begins with her usual greeting.

Most of everyone is half-heartedly replying to her while Han tries to lighten up the mood with a cheery one, "Hello, lovely Lana!"

"Last night, you spent the night in the private suite and were forbidden from any form of physical contact."

He doesn't really need the reminder but sure, Lana is cooking something in here and he hopes it's something good.

"I can reveal that..."

He takes your hand to get your attention and flashes you a goofy smile, he knows no one else is going to have fun with him except you.

For someone who spent the most money in the retreat, Rio looks nervous, Han sees that he puts his hands together as if he were praying.

And for artificial intelligence, Lana knows how to build suspense.

"They did not break the rules," Lana finally announces.

Everyone is cheering and whooping, clapping their hands his way. He never thought that these many people would be happy knowing he didn't get to sleep with the hot girl.

But he allows himself to hug you, congratulating each other for what you achieved together.

"For the record, I trusted you that you two will pass it!" Asher says with a proud smile.

But it doesn't stop there, Lana has another announcement.

"As a reward for passing my test, I'll return the money to the prize fund which now stands at $100,000."

Now everyone is going crazy. The boys are throwing themselves at him and pile on him while he struggles to get away.

HAN: Your boy Han did it! [Throws fist in the air]

Strangely, you feel good for not having sex with a guy you like but it feels great to see everyone is happy about it.

After all, this was a test to prove to everyone that what you have with Han is genuine, it's meaningful. Nothing feels better than proving everyone wrong.

Everyone is settling down, returning to their seats since Lana has not yet done talking.

"Do you feel that you have made a deeper emotional connection?" Lana asks both of you.

"Yes, absolutely," you reply without a beat.

"A hundred percent, yes," Han answers not long after.

You're busy brushing his messy hair from everyone ruffling and patting his head.

"You probably think that I'm a joker, always joking but what I have with her is serious, it's genuine and I..." he turns his head to look at you, "With us passing the test, it's the proof of that."

This is when you find Han the most attractive when he speaks out with confidence but with all honesty. You believe your eyes have hearts in them as you look at him.

Avery and Gwen are cooing at the same time, melting on their seats and you like seeing jealousy in their eyes.

Everyone else is giving you both a round of applause for being the couple that they never expected to grow this much in this retreat. They probably didn't expect that you would end up with Han.

Taking you by surprise, both of your watches chime and turn green. It takes you a while to register what it means, you slowly turn your head to have his hand cupping your jaw, crashing his lips against you.

The kiss feels so special and rewarding, you allow yourself to be open, pouring all of your heart out into the kiss, ignoring everyone else who is watching and cooing at you.

Dare you say, it feels like a movie scene.

YOU: I'm glad that we got the green light and that shows that we have something real. I just can't wait for what comes next to us [smiles]

Han is going for a swim on the beach with Rio and Fabian when they get curious about last night.

"Was it hard, man?" Rio asks because the idea of being in a room with a girl and not having sex is a lot for him to comprehend.

"Rock hard," Han immediately replies.

"I bet, I bet," Fabian says while laughing and splashing water onto his toned abs.

They're all laughing with their bodies engulfed in the saltwater, facing the sun that is slowly sinking into the horizon.

"How do you feel about her now?" Fabian asks.

It's surprising to hear the question coming from this God-like man, it makes him look deep into his heart to answer it.

"I feel a lot closer, man," Han honestly says.

Anyone other than you or himself wouldn't get it and comes from him who was once anti-Lana, he can see that he slowly changing his course, he's learning the lesson now.

"I just think we're very similar, we have the same energy, I like little things about her," he stops himself as he's aware he's foolishly smiling as he talks about you.

Fabian is cooing at him and lands a pat on his shoulder.

"I was with a girl once, thought she was everything and she obviously let me down so whenever a girl comes in, I just... can't commit anymore," he doesn't know where it comes from but he feels comfortable to share it with them.

"You don't want to get hurt again, yeah," Rio is nodding along to his words.

"And now I'm here and it's completely changed everything," he says.

Rio takes it that Han is onto something, "So, what do you have in mind?"

Han inhales air as he takes in the beautiful view, "I feel like it's time I make her my girlfriend," he says.

Without warning, Fabian punches his arm almost sending him staggering in the water, he holds Rio's shoulder to steady himself.

"Aw, man..." Rio says, sounding like a proud man.

Not enough by punching his arm, Fabian jumps onto Han's back sending them both falling into the water and Rio joins him to playfully sink him into the water.

HAN: It's been a long time since I got close to somebody so this is a big deal for me. I don't know if I have the guts to ask her.

Your time in the retreat is coming close to an end and out of all the parts of this big villa, you're going to miss this dressing room the most.

It's not just a room where you do your make-up and hair, but it's also where everyone usually gathers and fools around with each other. So many things happened in this room.

After taking a shower, you decide to may as well start getting ready for the night. You're not the only one having a head start, Gwen is there curling her hair into loose waves that frame her small face.

"I don't know what I'm going to wear tonight," you share as you sit on your chair next to her.

To be honest, you run out of clothes to wear now that the retreat is about to end and you kind of want to look your best.

"You can borrow mine, babes," Gwen kindly offers.

You softly laugh and make fun of yourself, "It would be loose around the chest, I'm afraid."

Gwen has the kind of laugh that sounds more like a shrill and it's filling the room as the two of you continue chatting about things while doing make-up.

Until Han comes into the dressing room and sits across from you. You look away from your mirror to see him, "Hey, pickles."

He slumps on his chair and compliments you out of the blue, "You look gorgeous, babe!"

You lowly chuckle as you keep filling your eyebrows, "I'm not done with my eyebrows yet," you tell him.

Then Han gets quiet and you keep glancing at him because he looks like he has something to say but he seems to hesitate.

You know he has that awkwardness in him but it's not it. Something is off and he looks nervous but he's too afraid to tell you about it.

You're about to open your mouth to ask what it is but the cone in the room chimes, making everyone startled on their seats.

"Oh, fuck, I feel sick when Lana comes on," Gwen says with her hand clutching her chest.

"Hello, guests!" Lana greets.

It makes you nervous still whenever Lana speaks even though you know you don't do anything wrong, "Yes, my darling?"

Then Lana calls both of your names, making your head turn at the cone in the corner of the room. Then you glance at Han, "What have we done now?"

Han who's faintly biting his lower lip shrugs in utter confusion.

"As an existing couple in this retreat, I am sending you on a date for a chance to open up and form a deeper connection."

YOU: Oh, finally! Lana came with good news!

The first thing that you both do after receiving the news is get off your chairs and run towards each other, you throw yourself at him as he catches you, hoisting you against his body.

"A date! Yay!" You squeal in excitement, then place kisses all over his face.

As Han leaves to get ready for the date, you get back to your seat and can barely do your make-up anymore, you're too excited and at the same time, nervous.

You forgot what you're about to do with your face so you pick up your brush and mindlessly brush some powder onto your forehead and chin.

"I'm excited for you!" Gwen says, sounding more excited than you are.

"Me too," you say with a breathless chuckle.

You put down your brush and pick up a tube of mascara next, your hand is slightly shaking for you to apply it to your lashes.

It's not like you never got on a date before so you don't get why you're so jittery.

YOU: Why am I so nervous? We almost had sex once for God's sake!

Han regrets acknowledging your beauty a little late.

He can see it now, how radiant you are as you descend down the steps that lead to the beach, looking so stunning in that bright blue dress.

He offers his hand to help you walk down the last three steps and clasps your hand with his.

"I don't want to be an asshole but your tits look great in that dress," he compliments with a naughty smirk.

He knows you're going to laugh from the way you scrunch your nose and there it is, the sound of your laugh that has become one of his favorite sounds in the world.

"I must say your tits look great in that shirt," you compliment back.

A boat is waiting to take both of you, taking you on a trip around the island with the sun slowly yet surely setting for the day.

There are cocktails and a basket of food provided on the back of the boat. You both take a seat facing each other and decide to make a toast to start the date.

"I've never had a date on a boat before," you suddenly share.

It never ceases to amaze him how he keeps sharing common things with you, "Me too."

He takes another sip before adding, "We both won't forget about it then," he says.

You lift your glass, initiating another toast with him, "Cheers to that!"

He's not sure how many percent of alcohol is in that cocktail but he really needs it to gain a little courage to ask the one question that's been bothering him all day and night.

HAN: I have to pull it off. I HAVE TO!

Well, there's one way to prepare him for the big question. He knows how to ease both the tension and you, well, it's actually just things that he knows are true about you.

"Do you know that you scrunch your nose before you smile? Or laugh?" He asks.

You finish chewing the grape to answer him, "I think, yeah..." you doubtfully answer.

Han also picks a grape and pops it into his mouth, he wants to take his time, doing it right.

"And you also purr like a kitten when you sleep," he adds.

You let out a nervous chuckle, "Is that a compliment?"

He's not sure about that one but he wants to show you that he knows the little details about you. He knows more than just those two, he can list them for you but he's afraid it'll take the whole day.

"It is a compliment," he says with a grin.

He rolls a grape between his fingers, just something to fiddle with because of how nervous he is

"You have to give me a compliment too," he demands.

You stop chewing and lick your lips, "Well, uhm... I like the way you sit with your legs looking like those anime girls," you say, copying the way he sits then break into laughter.

In his defense, he unknowingly sits like that. He laughs it off then says, "You find everything attractive about me."

"That's because you're one big attraction, baby," you immediately respond.

It's a rare occasion that you let your thoughts unfiltered with him and that's good, that means you're comfortable around him.

He seems to like what he heard from the way he's brightly smiling with the soft sunset reflected in his eyes.

"I like that we're not taking things seriously, we do silly things together and I think that's cute," he shares.

You nod and understand that really well, it has not yet sunk in that you found someone like him here of all places.

"It doesn't hit me yet, you know, that I met someone like you," you tell him with a smile.

Then you get hit by a wave of sadness that it's going to end soon and you fear that things are going to change between you.

"All I know is... it's going to be weird not waking up next to you and spending all of our time together," you sadly tell him.

It seems like he reads your mind, he snatches the words you're about to say to him right out of your mouth.

"I'm glad I got to know you," he says with glints in his eyes.

You softly smile at him, "Me too."

But you don't want to keep hanging everything on maybe, you want to know if this can continue outside the retreat. You take a sip of your drink, then take a deep breath after, "It's been so good for us," you say.

You take another sip of your fruity, alcoholic drink to continue talking, "And I'm thinking... what's next?"

You don't want to pressure him, of course, and you don't want to have seemed demanding as well but it has to be made clear.

You look at him with eyes that seek an answer from him, "I'm just hoping that nothing bad happens."

YOU: I fall in deep and I don't know whether Han feels the same.

Han knows that he's in the trenches when you ask what's next?

The answer to it is at the tip of his tongue but he can't muster up the courage to spit it out. His past experience haunts him, reminding him of the chance that this could hurt him too, even worse than before.

"Obviously, I came bere not expecting to meet someone like you," you say with a smile.

That smile makes him nervous, thinking that he'll never be able to see it again once he popped the question.

You fix your hair from being blown by the wind and tuck it behind your ear. Such a mundane thing but he likes it whenever you do it.

"But I don't want to waste my time anymore, you know," you say.

And he gets nervous again.

"What about you?"

Such a simple question but it takes everything in him to answer that question. He looks back at his past relationship and he realizes that he shouldn't compare it to what you and him have.

And it's you, you're different and you make him happy. Why should he stop seeing someone who makes him happy?

Before he can tell you that, he feels the need to tell you why he hesitates so much and that it has nothing to do with you.

"Ever since my last relationship, I struggled with commitment, attachment... and I don't bother trying knowing it could lead to disappointment," he shares.

You intently listen to him, look him in the eyes, and take every word he says with an open mind.

"I often find myself thinking why put somebody through something that could potentially hurt them?"

You nod in understanding, "Yeah."

"My problem is I fear heartbreak," he confesses.

It's one thing to share a piece of his past with you but letting you know his fear... he's basically handing you the power over him.

Despite the things he shared with you, you tip your head to the side and adorably scrunch your nose at him.

"How about now?" You ask.

A wind blows, sending your hair caught between your lips and you take a moment to put all of your hair away, "Are you ready to commit?"

Han doesn't see heartbreak, he sees happiness in you so he nods.

HAN: I've got a funny feeling... I'm overthinking the situation, but I know it's the right time.

You have never seen him like this, so terribly quiet and still. You place your hand on his and crack a low laugh, "Why are you nervous?"

Han always knows how to lighten up the moment or make fun of something, it seems like he has lost that skill at the moment.

Then he stares deeply into your eyes with a tense and serious expression on his face.

"There's a question I've been wanting to ask you," he says.

Maybe it's your turn to ease the tension, you bat your eyelashes at him and cutely ask, "Oh, really?"

You can see that he's still nervous, his Adam's apple is bobbing in his throat from swallowing air.

"Uhm... this whole experience has been enjoyable because of you. You're lovely, you're beautiful inside and out..."

There are a lot of compliments in one sentence and ignoring the anxiety tinted his words, you coo in response.

He gulps air again then asks, "How'd you feel about being my girlfriend?"

Not that he can't act this gentlemanly but it takes you by surprise, it feels like he's pulling a joke on you. Maybe it is?

"You're joking..." you say with a dry laugh.

"I'm being serious!" He says with so much urgency.

You just need to ask one more time to be sure, "You're really asking me to be your girlfriend?"

He aggressively nods, "Yeah."

Han sees that you're still doubting him, he tries again but more candidly, "Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

Can't tell if it's the wind or that you're deeply touched by this heartfelt moment, you feel tears in the corner of your eyes. You gently dab it with the pad of your fingers to not ruin your make-up.

"Oh, my god," you breathlessly gasp.

You look at him and he's still waiting for your answer in anticipation, you nod, then say, "Yes."

This is the weirdest thing ever but most endearingly. You feel warm and ecstatic but the two of you just sit there, looking at each other, laughing.

You almost forget about it until they chime, you turn your wrist to see that it's indeed green.

Han notices it too, he then gets up and takes your hand, he pulls you close to lean in, kissing you with so much love.

Your heart is shaking and the content is pouring out of it yet it never empties. Your heart is overflowing with warm feelings.

And his lips are just as warm, as welcoming as his embrace.

When he pulls away, he delightfully sighs.

"Fuck yeah, I finally have a girlfriend!" He mutters against your lips before planting another kiss.

YOU: My God! I can't stop smiling it's so stupid [gleefully smiles]

Other than you, Lana is also sending Rio and Mikaela on a date but you're the first one to come back. You find everyone is getting ready for the last party in the retreat tonight.

"Oh, they're back from the date!" Avery delightfully gasps at the sight of you walking into the room while holding hands with Han.

"Oh, my God! How was the date?" Gwen asks, propping both hands under her head.

Nya puts down her eyebrow pencil and glances at you, "Tell us all about it!" She demands.

You sit down on your chair first before speaking and Han takes the seat next to you, "We got on a boat and we had pretty cocktails, it was gorgeous," you tell them.

Asher walks into the room to plop onto the small sofa in the corner of the room, "Oh, I'm so jealous!" He says in a sincere tone.

"Then it got pretty serious, don't you think?" Han asks you.

"Yeah, it was," you say with a small nod.

You don't know how to tell them without making it like a cringe moment, you feel silly but also excited to share it with them.

"This guy asked me a funny question at the end," you say with a cryptic smile.

Everyone shifts their attention to Han and they wait for one of you to continue the words. You look at Han and decide to break the news.

"He asked if I wanted to be his girlfriend," you tell them.

There's a collective gasp and Avery's jaws are hanging open, so invested in your storytelling.

"What did you say?" Nya asks you.

You wait for a moment to tease them, building the anticipation in the room. Then again, good news should be shared.

"I said yes," you finally answer.

The next thing you know, everyone is coming at you and congratulating you with a group hug. You look at Han and he's being smothered by Asher's hug.

"I'm so happy for you," Avery says, sounding like she's in tears as she's hugging you from the back.

After everyone takes their turn to congratulate both of you, you and Han exchange a long hug, feeling overwhelmed with happiness.

"You two are so cute!" Gwen comments.

You turn around to face her and Han holds you from the back, "No, but I've been wanting to tell him how much I like him and obviously, I've been keeping it to myself because I was afraid he didn't feel the same way," you honestly share.

You remember just feeling so smitten, falling in deeper but you can't say anything about it because the fear of being rejected or the possibility that your feelings are not being reciprocated is bigger than what your heart can contain.

"This is like... the cutest thing ever!" Avery says with an exciting squeal.

"We also got a green light earlier," Han shares.

"Has a few snogs, eh?" Fabian says, joining in late into the celebration.

"Definitely!" Han shamelessly shares.

YOU: Things couldn't be more perfect. I'm the happiest I've ever been [smiles]

Everyone is wearing white to match the theme of the party.

You look so gorgeous in that white, skin-tight dress he can't help but ogle as you lean close to the mirror on the bathroom sink, fixing your hair with your back slightly arched.

"Fuck..." Han says with so much frustration in his voice.

You glance away from the mirror to look at him, "What?"

"Stop looking so hot!" He holds you from the back, then playfully bites at your bare shoulder.

It seems like you are already immune to this, you're not bothered to scold but continue fixing your hair and secure it with hairpins.

Han looks at your reflection in the mirror and he can't believe that you're his girlfriend, it feels like a reality check but it's as good as his imagination.

How the fuck you said yes to being his girlfriend? He doesn't know but he's happy, he's over the moon.

"Do you like it?" You ask.

He knows you're asking about either your hair or your make-up or the whole look but everything looks good on you.

"Yes," he answers, tightening his hold around you.

You rest your head against his shoulder and also look at both of your reflections in the mirror, "You look so sexy with your hair pushed back," you compliment.

He presses a kiss on your temple, "yeah?"

You slightly turn your head to look at him, "Mmh, yeah."

This proximity is dangerous and your lips are only inches away from him, they're coated with red lipstick, making them look luscious, inviting him to kiss.

"Kiss?" He asks even though he knows you wouldn't risk money on the last night in the retreat.

Yet you puckering your lips at him, teasing him and he does the same, leaning in close until you dodge away.

"It would be funny though to lose money on the last night in the retreat," he says with a playful grin.

It seems like Lana is letting everyone off for the day and not interrupting the party as usual. It's a little suspicious but Han wants to spend the rest of his time in the retreat not caring about anything but enjoying the moment.

Rio comes through to give him a pat on the back, "Heard you got a girlfriend now," he teases him.

It hasn't registered to him yet that he has a girlfriend now, he stifled a nod, "Hell yeah, I am!"

They exchange a side hug and have a toast with their drinks. Rio seems happy so he assumes the date went really well and he wonders if he took things further with Mikaela.

"I can say the same thing to you, right?" He says to him with a sly smile.

Rio licks his lips after taking a sip of his drink, "I dropped the L bomb, bro, it was nerve-wracking," he says, wiping his moist forehead.

"Wow, that's..." Han can't find a word to say to that.

"That's a big deal!" He finally continues.

"Yeah," Rio says, taking another gulp with a smile on his face.

Looking back at it, he can see that everyone is going on their own journey, something has changed about them in the best way possible.

Han can see the change in himself too.

He came as someone with a closed heart. He thought that he couldn't love again and he would rather be on his own for the rest of his life.

But now, he's ready to leave the retreat as an open person and ready to love again.

HAN: I've been bottling things up and I feel like the retreat helps me get back, it's almost like a fresh start. Also, I'm leaving with a girlfriend [smiles]

Seeing him already tucked in the bed, you can't help but jump and startle him as he lies with his eyes closed.

Han draws you closer, planting his nose in your hair then kisses the top of your head, "I'm so tired."

You hum with your head resting on his chest, "Me too."

His hand is softly rubbing your back, putting you at ease and making you feel safe in his hold. Remembering that it's going to be the last night in the retreat, you suddenly feel melancholic.

You're going to miss this, not caring about anything else but making deeper connections with each other. You lift your head and plant your chin to look at him, "This will be the last time we share a bed," you sadly tell him.

With eyes still closed, he shakes his head, "We'll still share a bed after this," he says.

Han opens his eyes just to wink at you and you chuckle at that.

"I mean, in this retreat," you correct yourself.

You slip your hand in his hair and play with it as you look at him, "Honestly, I didn’t expect this.

He rests his hand on your waist, "Expect what?"

"That we'll be together," you reply with giggles.

Now that the retreat is almost over, you can't help but recall a few moments from the time you've spent in this retreat.

"Be honest, you didn't even think you'd fall for me, did you?" You press him with a question.

Han looks too embarrassed to admit it, he laughs it off because he knows you're right

"You wouldn't fall for me either, right?" He turns the table back at you.

You lean in and kiss him on the cheek, "That's because you're so cute," you tell him with another kiss on his other cheek.

"Also, you weren't easy to win over," he adds as he gently squeezes the flesh on your waist.

You nod, admitting that you were indeed so hard to open up to him. You have to give him props for that so you give him a long kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you for being so patient with me," you sincerely thank him.

He proudly smiles and looks at you, "Kiss me then," he sweetly asks with a pout.

"You're cute," you tell him.

You lean into the side of his head to whisper, "But not that cute."

Without warning, he catches you with both arms and pulls you close, not letting you get away from him.

And you're not planning to get away from him.

YOU: When I came here, I was very closed and I didn't want to let anyone in but I feel like Han has helped me with it, I let my guard down and let him in which I'm proud I did.

Lana chimes the moment the lights are on in the morning.

It's like you're used to getting anxious at the sound of it, your body turns rigid even though you've just woken up.

"Good morning, everyone!" She greets.

You clutch the duvet close to your chest and rub the sleep off your eyes, "Morning, Lana!"

"Welcome to the last day of the retreat!"

It feels real now that Lana said it, you finally come to the last day of the retreat and it's so bittersweet, it's almost like graduation day. Well, talking about graduating from a sexless retreat, that's an achievement!

You see that everyone is feeling sentimental as well with the way some of them are replying with sad groans.

"I will be announcing who the finalists are shortly," Lana informs.

And you almost forgot about the prize money.

Well, you gained a lot of things such as emotional growth, friendship, and love, and those things can't be valued in money so in the end, everyone wins something out of this retreat.

Everyone seems to think the same way, they're mostly focused on making the last day count.

"It's the last day!" Finn emphasizes it for everyone.

"Let's make it count!" Avery says to everyone with a cheery smile.

Everyone starts their day with positive energy and soaking up everything before their time in the retreat ends. You did your daily routine of swimming at the beach and getting ready for the day with the girls in the dressing room.

Lana wants everyone to the cabana later in the afternoon and then you catch a few chats about who's going to win the money.

To be honest, you have no idea because everyone is going through their own journey so you can't really judge.

You decide to spend the remaining time in the retreat by cuddling in the hammock with Han, just enjoying a peaceful moment together in comfortable silence.

However, you can't help but ask him, "Who do you think is going to win?"

He squints from the bright sun, "It could be anyone," he answers.

"Yeah."

"I don't really care about the money," he remarks, his fingers lightly pinching at your arm.

"Yep, me too," you agree with him on this.

He turns his head to look at you, "I got the most beautiful girl in here," he says with his flirty wink of his.

"You meant to say that to Avery," you tell him with a gentle slap on his chest.

"No," he quickly denies.

He holds your face and looks into your eyes, "I win the biggest prize of all."

He pretends to groan in disgust after saying that, aware of how corny it is.

"Cringe!" You say but with a foolish smile on your face.

"I know you like it," he says, pulling your head close to his neck.

And you stay like that with him, taking in the view while in each other's embrace.

YOU: I learned a lot in this retreat so I wouldn't feel sad leaving without the money [smiles]

It's finally time.

Everyone's curiosity is about to be answered soon because Lana is going to announce the finalists soon. Han tries not to think about the money and indeed, the possibility that he can win it is slim but hey, he wouldn't say no to receive that much money.

The melodic chime finally comes and he can feel his tummy churning in anxiety.

"Definitely not going to miss hearing that," Fabian says with a repulsed expression.

"Hello, everyone," Lana begins.

"Hi, Lana!" You reply as you sit up straight next to him.

"I've been collecting data since you arrived and have now conducted my final analysis."

He tries not to be so nervous but it feels as if he's not in control of his body anymore, he's unknowingly balling his hands into fists on his lap.

"As you are aware, there was a prize fund of $200,000 allocated to aid your development. The prize fund now stands at $100,000."

"That's a lot of money, isn't it?" Asher says, looking at the brighter side of things even though everyone has lost half of the initial prize money.

Han doesn't want to entertain the idea of winning the money but also, but the possibility is there, it's wide open. Not trying to lie but that much money is life-changing.

"There are three places in the final," Lana informs.

Everyone coos in wonder, heads are turning to silently guess who would make the list.

"Following my rules alone isn't enough to win. The finalists are those who have shown the most personal growth during their time at the retreat."

That only confirms his assumption that it's not only about couple growth, therefore, his chance to win is bigger.

"The first finalist is... Rio."

Rio gets up from the sofa as everyone claps in joy for him.

Han couldn't be happier to hear that his close friend is one of the finalists and that means he has changed into a better version of himself.

It's getting tense once again as Lana is about to announce the next finalist.

"The second finalist is... Asher."

This one is kind of unexpected and he doesn't mean it in a bad way. Asher has grown so much personally but he's mostly proud because Lana acknowledged the changes in him.

"The third and final finalist is... "

Han is losing hope but that doesn't mean he's not happy about it. He's happy whether he wins or not, he reminds himself of that by looking at you softly smiling at him.

Then, Lana calls both of your names.

He shoots up from his seat, "What?"

"You guys deserve it!" Portia says as she hugs you.

And Han is getting a hug from Fabian, confirming that Lana did call his name and yours.

HAN: I did not see this coming [lightly shakes head]

"Please stand!" Lana orders.

Han helps you get up from the sofa and holds you close by his side. You're wiping the corner of your eyes when he looks at you.

"I'm emotional already," you say with a quivering voice.

You look the most beautiful when you're vulnerable like this so he hugs you with both of his arms around you.

"Your relationship has helped you both grow equally as individuals," Lana says.

You both are listening to Lana listing the reasons why you got chosen to be one of the finalists as a couple.

"You both came in as horny singles and began your journey as friends. Despite having commitment issues, you slowly built a connection and have learned to commit and formed a loving relationship."

He looks at you and can see the journey you both went through to get to this point, he couldn't be proud that he has made all of these decisions that led him to this, to you.

"And that is why I have chosen you to be in the final as a couple," Lana concludes.

Everyone is cheering and clapping for all the finalists.

"One of the three finalists will walk away with $100,000 and the decision will be made by the remaining guests."

At the end of the day, it's up to the group to choose who wins the prize money. Of course, Lana is the one with power but everyone knows each other personally and therefore, they know which one has made the biggest improvements.

"Will the shortlisted guests please the cabana whilst the voting takes place," Lana instructed.

HAN: We never thought we'd get this far, did we?

YOU: Not at all.

The finalists are being gathered in the front yard.

Rio and Asher are taking seats on the bean bags so the two of you can take the small sofa to sit together.

"I can't believe we're here," Rio says, still in disbelief.

Asher brushes his long hair to the back, "I'm happy to just be here with you guys," he says with a gruff voice.

Han looks speechless as well, he hasn't said anything since Lana announced both of your names as the last finalist.

"It's... mad!" He finally says something, rather sounds still in disbelief as well.

You look at them and feel grateful already that you're surrounded by nice people.

"How do you feel?" Asher asks, curious as to why you stay quiet.

"I feel like a winner already to be honest," you reply.

After almost half an hour of waiting under the sun that is slowly sinking into the horizon, the cone lights up and chimes.

You get used to getting nervous whenever you hear it but this time, you unconsciously grip at Han's forearm.

"Hello, finalists," Lana greets.

"Yes, darling?" Rio answers her.

"Your fellow guests have voted and a winner has been decided," Lana informs.

The tension is rising once again and Han turns to be the nervous one, grabbing your hand and squeezing at it.

"Please join everyone on the beach where I will announce who has won the $100,000."

Asher is the first one to get up from his seat, flipping his hair to the side as he says, "Okay guys, let's go!"

As you both make your way to the beach, Han leans into your ear and whispers, "My palms are sweaty. I'm shaking," his voice is tinted with anxiety.

You smile at him and say, "I know."

HAN: I'm grateful for how this retreat has changed me and our relationship.

YOU: [Nods] Fingers crossed!

HAN: [Crosses fingers]

Everyone else is already waiting by the beach for the last hurrah with the sun setting behind them, casting a warm glow on their faces.

Han knows he shouldn't be stressing much about this. Winning the money isn't that important, it's what he takes from this retreat that is the most important.

He takes a seat on the long wooden bench with you and waits for Lana to come online.

After a while, that anxiety-inducing chime comes and the cone starts talking.

"During your time at the retreat, I have observed you all commit to the process and show significant changes."

Everyone nods in agreement and cheers to that with a proud face.

"The time has now come to announce the winner of the $100,000 prize money," Lana says.

She then calls all the names of the finalists, including him and yours.

"Finalists, please stand!" Lana instructs.

Rio and Asher are standing up while Han keeps on pulling you close to his side even though there's no space left between your bodies.

"Your fellow guests have voted and the person in third place is..."

It's getting to him now that you and him potentially going to win that money and it's a lot of money. He gets overwhelmed thinking of it.

"Asher."

His head turns to the left where Asher stands, applauding himself for what he has achieved in here and you both doing the same for him, congratulating him for it.

"I love you guys," Asher says in the most nonchalant yet cool way.

The tension returns as Lana continues with the announcement, calling the names of the finalists again and making him feel faint.

"One of you has been chosen to walk out of the retreat with the prize fund..." Lana reminds.

The money, well, the money, obviously would help with this new relationship. Then again, it's not about the money.

HAN: No matter what happens, I feel like I'm a better person after meeting her and yeah, I'm actually proud of myself and I don't often say that about myself.

YOU: [Looks at Han] I'm proud of you.

HAN: [Smiles] I'm proud of you.

"The winner who will be leaving with $100,000 is..."

His heart feels like it's about to explode, he can't contain this much anxiety and excitement and love and fondness, everything is mixed inside his chest.

And it explodes as Lana announces him and you as the winner.

"Oh, my god!" You shriek, covering your gaping mouth with your hands.

Everyone is running at him, throwing themselves at him while the girls are coming at you to give you a hug.

"I wanted it to be you guys so congrats!" Avery says as she hugs him.

But seeing you keep wiping your eyes as they're glassy with tears, Han feels the urge to comfort you. He comes to you, holding you tight because this moment belongs to you and him, the two of you did this.

HAN: Can you believe it?

YOU: Honestly, no.

HAN: We went from nothing to friends and now... [Looks at you]

YOU: [Giggles] Now... what?

HAN: ... [Shyly laughs] [Hugs you]

"Your time at the retreat is over and therefore the rules no longer apply," Lana announces for the last time.

Everyone is cheering in triumph but he feels good knowing that he can touch you, kiss you, and do anything he pleases to you now.

But for now, he can settle with a long, lingering kiss that quench his thirst.

"I'm not wearing underwear," you playfully tell him.

His hand goes down your rear and feels you through the dress you're wearing, his eyes widen even though he finds out that you're lying

"We can definitely have a quickie if you want," you jokingly say.

Feeling tricked, he aggressively kisses you as a way to get back at you and lifts you before spinning you around as his body is filled with euphoria.

The celebration continues with more congratulations passed around at each other and the champagne bottle is popped open.

Asher comes to you and sincerely congratulates you with a warm hug, "I'm happy for both of you," he says.

He then looks at Han and says, "Han, I'm going to steal your girlfriend!"

Before Han can say anything, Asher hoists you onto his shoulder and takes you running with him to the beach, then he puts you down in the water.

Soon everyone joins in with you, continuing the party soaked in salt water. You eventually find Han and immediately locked in a loving kiss.

You both face the sunset, looking at it and feeling so hopeful for what the future holds for both of you.

HAN: No more rules!

YOU: [Whispers to Han] How about we continue that night?

HAN: Ah... [Smirks]

YOU: [Giggles]

HAN: [Looks at the camera] Now will you excuse us because we have business to finish!

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daydreaming

minatozaki sana x soccerplayer!reader (pt.1)

synopsis: you seem to have a really bad habit of spacing out. it’s even worse when you’re spacing out while staring at your best friend sana, but that shouldn’t be the case when you and her are flirting with each other already anyway.

wc: 6k

warnings: mostly fluff ; a sprinkle of angst ; slightly suggestive (?) ; mentions of food

a/n: hi hi hiii, new blog, new account, and first post? feel free to leave any comments, asks, or even feedback, i hope you guys will like this!

had this idea brewing in my head for a while now after playing fifa myplayer career mode. so this is my own little twist to the prompt inspired by @spidergirlanon with jihyo, but swap her out with sana instead for mine! i do intend to make this into a mini series so the next parts will be on the way eventually (if college doesn’t kill me by then) so please enjoy and also show some love to her as well!!! :))

you knew it was gonna be a good day with a hit on the crossbar at the end of morning practice.

sure, you would’ve wished to hit it on the first try and be done with it, but going overboard and hitting five out of five attempts left you with some scattered cheers from your teammates watching as they cleaned up the surrounding area of cones and soccer balls.

you also chipped in a small contribution by putting the remaining balls in the last two bags near the goalpost. making your way towards the bench with four sets of bleachers behind it, you set your eyes on one person sitting on the first row of seats.

now sana didn’t really mind coming along with you to your practice sessions no matter if it was early, late, rain, or shine; heck, she even offered to drive you at times just to change things up despite her questionable driving skills that made you wonder if her passing the drivers test was entirely a fluke. but instead of sleeping in on saturday mornings, she decided to spend them with you.

you walk up to the set of bleachers without her knowing as she was hunched over watching one of her numerous netflix shows that she changes every other week because she could never fully commit to watching one series entirely. waving your set of shin pads over her phone causes her to look up with a scrunched look on her face in a slight annoyance.

“you seem pretty invested with that new show now.” you said, smiling at your antic as sana paused her show, slapping your thigh lightly. “I already told you that I'll try sticking to one a week yesterday.” sana playfully said, getting up with her small handbag on her shoulder. “you finished?”

you simply nodded, “yeah, I also bring good news.” sana tilts her head in with a quizzical look on her face on top of her lips set in a slight pout.

“no training next week.” you said. “coach rain said that he’ll be out of town running some trials for a second division team out of state.” sana’s eyes shot slightly wider than usual, raising her eyebrow after your little announcement. “are you sure you’re not pranking me? you said that last time!” sana asks, checking her phone after for a quick second before giving back her attention to you.

“it’s not a prank this time.” you respond giggling as you turn to grab your bag from the bench, quickly fishing through for your car keys. you turn back soon after to see sana fixing her hair tying it in a messy bun. you sort of pause any movement for a small second.

a second for everything that’s happening around you, but an eternity in your head when you laid eyes on sana again.

the appearance of sana was always breathtaking to look at regardless of what she was doing. her sense of style didn’t go to disarray as she perfectly pulled off your oversized gray hoodie that you let her borrow along with her flared yoga pants that would one-up the models wearing it on the website when buying in addition to the small white prada handbag that you picked for her when you went designer brand shopping two weeks ago. her fair skin that seemed to illuminate in the sunlight close to being angelic. her light brown hair which looked seemingly perfect even if she put it up or down. the way her face contoured in angles you didn’t even think it was possible for one to have. in your opinion, she had the ideal side profile in addition to her nose being flawless. there was no denying the fact that she was pretty, (wait not pretty- beautiful) and you were left in wonder sometimes how you managed to have someone like her as your best friend.

“is something wrong y/n?” sana asks, breaking your trance as you shook your head in response.

“yea- no, i’m good, i thought i forgot-”

“looks like y/n’s daydreaming again.”

“you know you’re unbelievable sometimes y/n?”

keeping your eyes on sana she smiled at you after hearing the pair of voices’ remarks. you mirrored her lovely smile as you turned around to see the duo of maki and mia watching you two from a short distance.

“don’t you two have cleaning responsibilities?” you quickly ask the pair, pointing to the last pile of ball bags placed to the left of them. “you don’t want coach to get mad at you guys let alone run laps again do ya?”

maki scoffed, “yeah, but you’re not denying the fact that you were daydreaming right in front of us weren’t ya?” mia quietly snickered behind you, noticing a faint hint of red spread out on your face. you shoulder your bag over your right side, lightly raising your fist in response to their little inside joke against you.

“i could give both of you guys red ass right now if i wanted to.” you declared, eyeing a ball set next to the bench. maki picked up on your sentence and was quick to put hands behind his butt; reminiscing the flashbacks of what unfolded last time he pulled a quick joke about you and sana. “Han was lucky he was sick that time, but i’m sure that he would love to see it happen-”

“okay okay, you win this time captain.”mia replied quickly to admit his defeat as he and Han both turned around heading towards the last pile of ball bags placed next to the goal. after internalizing your small victory, you then turned back to sana with a subtle smirk on her face.

“what?”

“oh nothing. i know it’s just regular banter between the three of you. im still shocked that you’re the youngest between them. crazy to think about, but cute nonetheless.”

“so you’re saying that my age is apparently more important than my contrasting appearance? don’t even get me started about my first impression of your dad.”

sana taps your shoulder, “hey! you should be glad my mom convinced him that you weren’t the cliche jock type you see in high school movies.” you place your hand over your shoulder that sana hit, raising both your hands as you gave in to her argument. “alright, you made your point. now lets go before the morning rush starts at chae’s,” you said as you both began walking towards the parking lot.

—

meeting sana could’ve gone differently looking back at it now. the last thing you expected to happen was an attempted knuckleball skyrocketing over your small goal followed by a broken window and an ear piercing screech at your neighbor's house from your front yard. what made it even worse was the fact that sana and her family had moved in just next door at the time. after getting an earful from her dad while also getting another tangent from your dad, it eventually led to both your parents meeting sana’s parents properly. at first, you were reluctant about coming along to meet, especially following what you did, but your mom convinced you that it’ll be fine and how there shouldn’t be anything to worry about.

“just think of it as getting off on the wrong foot! besides, you already apologized to mr and mrs. minatozaki!” your mom said to you, rubbing your shoulders to ease the nervousness from your body.

“mom, how do you expect me to be fine after blasting a ball into our new neighbor’s window?” you look up while asking, putting both of your hands in the pockets of your stained sweatpants.

“i already told you, there’s nothing to worry about sweetie, your dad already said that he’ll fix the window.” your mom glanced over at you, placing her hand on your cheek.

you sighed as the three of you stood in front of the minatozakis’ new home. a few quick rings of the doorbell followed by the door opening, you see the quick exchanges of “hellos” and handshakes as you made your way inside the house. your mom taps your shoulder, pointing to her feet to signify taking off your shoes. simply nodding at your mother’s request, you sat yourself down on the steps of the two story house, untying your shoes while adjusting your socks in the process.

while you were doing that, you overheard a third voice near the dining room as well as your mother’s remark whenever she sees something nice and cute like a pet. thinking nothing of it, you continue to fix up the worn socks you had as you hear the rush of steps on the wooden floor. your eyes catch something moving on your right side and as you turn your head to the left, a girl who looked to be about your age was sitting next to you.

“sorry, did i scare you?” the girl questions, setting herself on the stairs placing her gaze towards you.

“n-no, it’s just that i didn’t know that you were here in this house too.” you responded, covering your startled state by fake coughing while turning away from her stare.

“so you actually thought that screech was from my mom?” the girl asks, straightening her legs on the stair steps; putting more of her undivided attention to you.

“well…yeah, but i couldn’t really tell exactly whose scream it was.” you mumble sitting upright slightly turning your body towards the girl next to you.

the dark haired girl makes eye contact with you, also slightly turning inward to face you; mirroring your seated posture as well. you slightly suck in a quick breath through your parted lips, never breaking the innocent gaze you and her were sharing together. your mind ran a quick analysis of her features: her dark brown eyes, the subtle chubbiness of her cheeks almost mimicking a hamster, the way her lips were flatlined with both corners angling up to give a derpy smile. you couldn’t understand it back then, but this girl had an aura early on, almost entrancing you entirely at any given moment.

“you’re not as shy as you look.” the girl says. “anyway, your face was so funny when my dad was talking to you yesterday about our window.”

you furrowed your brows together following her statement. “wha- wait you saw?”

she hummed, nodding her head in response.

“my dad isn’t the type of person to get mad, but you looked so scared.” she answered. “i was at the top of the stairs when the whole thing happened.”

“i- i guess i was too caught up getting a lesson from your da-”

she lightly laughs at your explanation. “it’s ok. he knows that it was an accident so there’s no need for you to get scared.”

“i wasn’t scared!” you counter, trying to come up with a good reason why you looked liked that. the girl leans a little bit closer trying to hear your poorly constructed alibi, but your mind couldn’t come up with anything to pass.

you sigh, slouching your body forward in defeat as the girl beside you simply smiled at your distressed state. you return eye contact with her soon after.

“i’m sana by the way.” she says.

“i’m y/n.” you reply back as you quickly look down at your mismatched socks.

“y/n? that’s a cute name.” she notes, her voice beaming with a bright tone.

you scoff at her observation. “my name isn’t all that, but i’ll take your compliment.” you say cracking a quick exchange of soft smiles.

“kids! dinner is ready!” your mom yells from the dining room behind the stairs.

“coming!” you and sana both say in unison as you and her made a break to the kitchen.

—

what followed after that fateful dinner would become a six year friendship between you and sana. to say that you two were inseparable would be one hell of an understatement. you and her were basically attached at the hip all throughout the school years.

there was never a dull moment between you and sana, the days were always filled with random antics, laughs, impulsive decisions to procrastinate on homework by getting something to eat, or even doing anything and everything in her house or yours. aside from your parents in addition to Dex, who was practically your day one since kindergarten, sana was always there for you no matter if it was about school, soccer, or whatever crazy adventure life decided to throw at you. she was there with you through it all.

sana knew everything about you. from the ideal snacks you’d like to eat, what your skincare routine items consisted of, the music you would listen to on the way to tournaments, your favorite player’s top 10 essentials, study habits, the inconsistent sleep schedule; she’s seen it all. you also have the same case when it came to learning more and more of sana’s habits and lifestyle. what she prefers on a rainy day, the fact that she likes to take pictures of things that were cute or intriguing; her go-to order of coffee she would usually get when cramming school work together, and even the way she celebrates even the smallest accomplishments jumping up and down in elation.

what first started as differences between you and her turned into common interests, the bond that was shared grew even stronger. those post game meals, watching a show together through one pair of earbuds, walking and eventually driving to school - even sleeping over at each other’s houses just to keep company. the priceless moments you spent with her didn’t have to be special, it was already enough that you were willing to do anything with her and sana definitely felt the same way with you.

you and sana always appeared to have a bubble encapsulating you two at school. most classmates and friends would usually give space to ensure that they weren’t interrupting something. not that you or her cared anyway, but from an outsiders’ perspective, it's a different story - and it gets the people going in conversation:

“sana and y/n would make a good couple.”

“they’re always together...”

“y/n is so lucky to have sana!”

“what a perfect match.”

blah blah blah blah you’ve heard the lot of it.

so let’s set the record straight, you and sana never actually dated each other during high school. despite that shocking revelation, the situation itself seems too good to be true. you’ve spent a significant amount of time together, know every detail about each other’s lives, and no secrets are harbored between you two; but this is midway through your last fall break in high school, and surely something must’ve clicked by now right? wrong.

most of the guys and girls at school would kill to be in your position with sana. it was already accepted that she was leagues above anyone else and it wasn’t even a close race with the other popular girls at school as well. you a similar set of criteria with sana: top of the class, you were the best player and captain of the soccer team, well known with the various teachers, good with other students, and just the ideal model that most people should aspire to be on and off the soccer pitch. too bad much can’t be said about your love life since it’s virtually nonexistent.

however, that all changed when you started to see sana a little bit differently. the realization didn’t come to you right away - eventually, you start to see small signals going off in your mind in both the physical and internal aspects of sana’s being.

you didn’t notice it at first glance because of how natural it was to see sana being clingy or touchy with momo and nayeon; come to think of it, now even dahyun from econ class was now the latest addition to her list of victims in physical affection. she had that effect on others that made them feel like they have known sana for ages. none of them come close to you though. your classmates have only seen the superficial version of sana, the version that everyone was naturally accustomed to seeing on a daily basis during class. despite that, it was a much different story at home.

the real sana, your sana, you’ve seen the emotions she held in behind closed doors and its just you two. even for a girl like her who’s always seen as an overpowering ray of sunshine, she too has her moments of despair. that was apparent during the time when she lost her cousin to a tragic drunk driver accident roughly about two years ago. you were nearly forced to drag her to the service, but she eventually came around. the loss was already tough on her as it is since she got sick soon after that. since her mom was busy with nursing and her dad usually working the graveyard shift, she was always home alone if you were also backed up with soccer practice or school work.

but in that week when she got really sick, you thought it’d be a good idea for you to stay over at her house to keep her company; not that your parents really minded nevertheless; for her sake and wellbeing, you dedicated yourself to care for your longtime friend.

the first night was probably the roughest part of that week. you immediately bolted to her house after practice when you received a text from her mom to see how she was doing. when you arrived at her house and stepped into her room since the funeral, it was difficult to see her in that bedridden state; she was a wreck, slightly malnourished, almost pale. it pained you to see her like this - despite that, she still had that little sense of bubbliness to her that made the situation a little more bearable to handle as she flashed a faint smile,

“i guess this is what i get for not eating and sleeping?” sana mumbles, her voice coarse that was almost ineligible to hear.

“everyone handles their grief differently, so in a way yes.” you sigh as you set the tray of warm soup on her nightstand.

you got a closer look at her face when you sat next to her on the bed, adjusting yourself as sana propped herself up after turning on the lamp. your heart ached at the sight your mind was registering. her eyes that were once beaming with light were no longer there; instead, they were half-lidded, almost lifeless. the eyebags right under were very apparent with her hair clearly disheveled from being in bed.

“thank you for the soup y/n.” sana says with a faint glee in her expression.

“don’t, sana,” you quickly say, patting her head, “it already hurts me to see you like this.”

sana pouts at your statement.

“the least that i can do is just be here for you.” you utter, “i won’t ask for anything in return.” you flash a smirk only for her to return the same look.

“well, i should probably get going.” you say in a lowered tone. “i still have to finish up my project with Jackson and i-”

as you got up from sana’s bed, you felt a hand grasp your wrist. looking back, you see sana facing down with a sense of loss translated through her body. your heart rate spiked for an instant as you tried to conjure up any sort of thoughts possible to help determine what was unfolding in front of you.

a very small sniffle could be heard, breaking the tension and silence that was filling up the room.

“stay…” sana murmurs softly, “please.”

your mind freezes at her sudden request. this was the first time you’ve seen sana in this state before, and there was one thing that was certain your heart was telling you: this was really bad. you were one choice away from either making her overall condition worse - but this potential choice was also an unforeseen opportunity for something that you had never thought of doing with the girl living next door to you.

in a prolonged second, the next set of actions that transpired would eventually be the set of seeds planted for your true intentions down the line.

you shift sana’s hand from your wrist to your hand as you sat back down on the bed, facing her again, meeting with her eyes as they were on the verge of tears once more.

“okay.” you whisper softly as you grasp her hand slightly tighter, “i’ll stay.” you say, leaning forward so that your forehead could meet hers.

sana let out a small breath of relief through her nose, delighted at the words you said which eased the pain a whole lot more than she initially thought. after placing her forehead against yours, she lightly closed her eyes as a single tear fell down from the left side of her face. her face became warm all of a sudden when you put your hand on her left cheek, wiping the tear away, melting at your loving touch for a slight second.

“thank you…” sana whispers to you.

soon after she said that, you wrap your arms around her, hugging her tightly. sana pauses at your action for a brief millisecond, thrown off with what you were doing; instead of pondering about it, she fully gives into your embrace as she slotted herself into your chest. her arms coating your clothed back with her hands placed perfectly on the crook of your neck, allowing herself to be fully comfortable with showing these emotions to you for the first time.

—

intimacy was something that sana had no shame in showing, she had that knack for being affectionate to her loved ones in any way possible. even when hanging out with friends, it would always end up with her being all over someone for the most part; and even when watching from afar, she would give small glances to you as if she’s trying to make you jealous. but in the end, you would tilt your head and give a small smirk back at her, acknowledging the fact that what she’s doing is indeed working, except you won’t yield to her that easily.

you were a different case for sana. the understanding that you two had was way past the verbal aspect to a point where you or her could say so much just by looking in each other’s eyes. sana just felt right at home with you, a perfect compliment to her energy and vibes. the yin to her yang. you had no problem with reciprocating the things that she does whenever its just you two. from hand-holding, her grip on your arm, your arm wrapped around her waist, and pressing both of your faces together when taking pictures just to name a few.

all of those sweet moments were special to you, and surely sana thought the same. they could be called dates, they could be called hangouts, it didn’t matter at all because you’d be spending them with the person who’s had your heart for the longest time now.

“you’re staring off into space again.”

a voice breaks your daze into the distance as you’re brought back to reality, sitting along a set of tables outside of chaeyoung’s family owned cafe. you blink and look over to your right side of you, seeing sana sitting next to you staring, her head on her fist with a puzzled expression on her face.

“that matcha latte isn’t gonna finish itself ya know.” she says. you look down and smile, realizing you embarrassed yourself for the third time today.

“sorry.” you say as you finish the last of your latte in one swig. sana mirrors your action, drinking her cinnamon scented macchiato. both of you gulp down the last of your tasty beverages and place your cups on the table.

“you do have something on your mind don’t you? sana asks playfully. you shake your head in response to her question, “well not exactly.”

“yes you do.”

“no i don’t.”

“y/n, we both know how this goes.” sana declares, knowing that it was pointless to hide something especially if you’re keeping it from sana of all people.

you sigh in defeat, looking at the rows of cherry blossom trees set outside of chaeyoung’s cafe before focusing on sana again.

“it’s about the youth academy, and the exit trial…” you started off, “even though it’s been two weeks already, i’m not sure how well i-”

“stop y/n.” sana demands, shaking her head, “that wasn’t how you felt when you came back from the facility; i know you did great so act like it.”

“i know, i know. ” you sigh softly, placing your hands on the table. clasping your fingers together to stop them from shaking. “but you gotta remember sana, this trial is for a potential contract; on an actual team. i’m within touching distance of my lifelong dream, but what if it doesn’t work out?”

sana shakes her head in disagreement, grabbing your hands with her own. you shift your left hand and place it over hers, gently rubbing the top of her thumb as she did the same for your right hand.

“you supported my dream of becoming a cosmetologist, now let me do the same for you.” sana declares, “all of those practices and games will finally be worth it in the end. the best and only thing that we can do is just wait.” sana has seen the highs and lows of your soccer journey and while she didn’t fully grasp the sport until a year after she met you all those years ago, she knew how much this meant for you to go pro.

“i want to be there for you every step of the way.”

“you’ll always be my first fan….”

those words echoed in the back of sana’s mind as she kept her eyes fixated on you, while you were still rubbing your thumb on her hand. you chuckled softly as you grabbed her left hand, setting a kiss atop of her middle knuckle. she blushes at your sudden action of affection as you look back at her and smiled.

“you’re the best sometimes you know that?”

sana lets out a cute giggle, one that was reserved for you and only you, “i know i am. what else is new?”

“nothing much really if i were to be honest with you.” you reply, still lightly grasping her hand as you stare at sana’s face once more.

sana leans her head over to the right side, hand still latched onto yours. “your overwhelming sincerity never ceases to amaze me.” she says, gazing into your eyes before trailing off into the dazzling features of your face for a few seconds.

you pull your hand away from her as you cross your arms together, not convinced with her genuine complement. sana dips her head down laughing at your amusing action as she tries to pull your arm off. before she could even break your crossed arms, you pull away slightly while also diverting your attention away from her intentionally, making her slightly annoyed.

“are you saying that my lovely appeal doesn’t work on you anymore?” you ask looking back at her with a moped face.

“i never said that it didn’t.” sana responds instantly. “i should ask the same about you?”

“we both know that you’d beat me in a flirting competition anyway.”

“you wanna try again pretty?” sana teases.

“i think everyone knows that i’m the only one that can withstand your tempting charms.” you argue as you place your elbow on the table with your head on your fist, smirking at sana who was slightly baffled at your statement as you felt a faint blush tap your cheeks.

“that i can confirm.” sana replies, surrendering to your reasons. the moment between you two is interrupted as you see your phone vibrate on the table. you look over to see the notification of a missed call, it was your mom. it followed up with a text that you looked at closely to read, your eyes widened at the message.

“mom just called, she said to come home right now.” you said to sana who nodded at what was happening. the both of you stood up as you grabbed sana’s hand after you set the chairs back with the table exiting the cafe together.

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sana knew that you always had a gentle side to you. behind that sturdy, hardened exterior was someone that defined the epitome of sweet and so much more, all bundled up into one person. she was aware of how ambitious you were about your studies and athletics, and a little bit of that mentality of yours rubbed off on her as you both leaned on each other for support when times got tough. the way you spoke to her, how you acted, even the actions that you did was everything that she ever dreamed about having was with you. she wanted more and even that wasn’t enough for her.

you both were already mindful of the idea of crushing on each other. even if you two didn’t admit that there was something, nothing ever came to fruition because of how platonic everything was between you two so far.

the car ride home was always a smooth breeze. aside from the fact that sana is your passenger princess, it was always a good time in your matte black tesla. sana would always take off her shoes or sandals, placing both feet on the dashboard and setting the seat all the way back only for her to forget to reset it every time she leaves the car. you didn’t think much of it however since you took every opportunity to place your hand with hers or even on her thigh, and she didn’t mind either. sana found you attractive with playing soccer already, but with everyday activities such as driving, sometimes she couldn’t function properly.

you end up backing into the driveway of your house not long after seven minutes. sana gets out first and waits for you at the fence that connects her house to yours while you grab your soccer bag from the hood, humming out loud while looking at the sky. you get something from the driver's seat real quick before you walk over to sana again who was on her phone.

“texting your long distance pen-pal again? wasn’t the username kim somet-”

“it’s kimchouzaki.” sana answers. “she just sent me a care package from japan so it should be coming in a little bit.”

“i wish i had a pen-pal who did that for me, but with soccer related stuff.”

“aw don’t be sad, its ok.” sana purses her lips together at your remark. “you should go inside, i don’t want to keep your mom waiting.”

“i’m sure it’s nothing bad, but i’ll-”

“let you know if something happens?” sana asks finishing your sentence. “you know me so well.” you gleam as the both of you laugh together. another long pause of tension consumes you and her for the twentieth time today.

neither of you were complaining however as you stared into each other's eyes, conversing in silence to the point where it could be the ending moment of a k-drama episode.

“so…see you later?” sana asks as you inhale sharply, looking down at your feet before returning back to her face. “yeah. i’ll talk to you later sana.” you say as she begins to take a step away from you, fleeting moments of opportunity sleeping away right in front of you. before your heart takes another ache, you take another quick breath of air.

“wait…” you started off saying, sana stopping in her tracks as she faced you again, tilting her head in question. “before you go,” you grab her wrist and pull her in for a quick hug, arms wrapping around her back as her arms find themselves on your waist.

“thank you for listening earlier.” your voice getting quieter. “i really needed that reassurance from you.” you finish off saying as you place your head on top of hers. you hear sana’s breath shudder against your chest, relieving the little stress you two had combined together. few seconds pass as you unwrap your hands from sana and give her a couple small inches of space between you two.

“i do care about you y/n…it’d be crazy of me to say that i didn’t…” sana muttered in a small millisecond of sadness. “this is as scary for me as it is for you.” she said looking up at you, her face just inches away from yours. you pout your lips into a small smile, “i’m sure everything will work out, so don’t worry too much okay?” you softly ask as you place both hands on her shoulders, massaging them to ease the anxiety away from sana’s body.

“alright i’ll leave you now, i’ll text you if something comes up.” you say as you adjust the soccer bag on your back.

“sounds good!” sana beams returning to her normal state of bubbliness as she tiptoes to plant a kiss on your cheek. you cutely smile at her sudden action, “if what’s inside is what i think it is about, that kiss was for good luck!.” she yells as she makes her way towards her house.

you kept your eyes on sana, waving at her as she got further and further away, eventually going past the door to her house and closing it. soon after, you look down in content, smiling at what just took place a few moments ago.

“that girl really is something.” you say to yourself as you make your way up the steps to the front door. a quick movement of opening the door and heading inside, you take off your shoes and place your bag down on the floor and walk towards the kitchen.

“ma! i'm home!.” you yell out as you turn to the dining table to see both of your parents and your best friend dex, who also was your personal agent managing the business and logistical end with the soccer teams. sitting across from them was a woman in a well-fitted dress layered with a blazer, holding a small card in her hand. you eyed the card the woman was holding a little more closely as it resembled a club badge facing towards you. it didn’t take that long for you to put two and two together and the first words you heard from dex all but confirmed everything that you assumed.

“hey y/n, i have some really good news for you.” dex began saying. your eyes shot open at the thought that was processing in your mind at an instant.

you couldn’t wait to tell sana about this after.

#sana x reader #twice x reader #twice imagines #twice #twice fluff #sana imagines #minatozaki sana #first work go easy on me #kpop x reader

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gretagerwigsmuse · 1 year

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i don’t know, blame the air force?

summary: in which lieutenant commander bradshaw feels his girlfriend’s wrath after she gets her year end bonus and uncle sam takes a pretty penny out of it

a/n: listen….this is very self indulgent and that’s all i’m going to say. i literally wrote it this afternoon after…well i got fucked by the government in the form of taxes on my bonus. also yeah she’s kind of a brat in this one, but i think it’s a little deserved. rated t for language and suggestive comments 1.2k

It wasn’t often that you beat Bradley home from work, but sometimes on Fridays you would sneak out of the office at lunch and work the rest of the day from home. It typically put you in a good mood and gave you the opportunity to run a quick load of laundry or get started on an - admittedly - rudimentary dinner. Sometimes you’d even go for a dip in your building’s skyline pool.

But that afternoon, you were seething. Properly seething. And no amount of stress cleaning or tanning was going to make you feel any better. Maybe you just needed Bradley to fuck you six ways to Sunday later? Surely the serotonin from a couple orgasms could soothe this particular anger brewing inside of you.

As per every October, you had gotten your year end bonus with your paycheck earlier that day, which always inspired equal amounts of giddiness and angst within you.

The giddiness, of course, because who doesn’t love extra money? It was like found money twice a year. Sure, you worked extra hard for it, many late nights at the office, client site visits, and presentations over the last four years could attest to that. You were up in the air over whether you should add it to your brokerage account or splurge on something? Because again - you worked for it.

But then there was the angst.

The angst because you inevitably lost half of it to taxes. And this angst appeared like clockwork, twice a year, every year, for the last six years you’d been working at PwC. You knew this - it was inevitable.

Except, earlier that morning, you’d been at your desk reading the WSJ with your coffee and had seen a headline. A stupid, annoying headline that had made you purse your lips, realization dawning as you rushed to check your pay stub on workday.

Pentagon Refocuses Spending on Weapons to Deter China

As you read further, you saw that as part of the FY24 budget, the Pentagon was increasing the $30.6B defense budget a further 12% with a focus on missiles, rockets, and - yes - airplanes, specifically for the Air Force.

Uncle Sam was taking 35% of taxes out of your bonus for that? Fuck that.

So, when Bradley came by your apartment later that afternoon, freshly showered after a quick trip to the gym after work, you were steaming. And though it was not Bradley’s fault - not in the slightest - seeing him in that stupid(ly tight), grey, US Navy t-shirt only further contributed to your sour mood.

“Hey!” he called out, letting himself in with his key. You turned your head towards him and hummed, letting out a gruff hi. He toed off his sneakers and left them by the door before coming over to where you were laying on the couch, doom scrolling through Instagram, and pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

He frowned at your tepid response and you felt like a absolute bitch for a moment. “Hey, hey. What’s wrong?”

You briefly glanced at Bradley and then went back to staring - glaring - at your phone. “I’m just in a mood - tired.”

You could see him doing the mental math, trying to figure out if you were on your period, but that wasn’t until next week. “S’okay. We can just hang out and have an early -”

“- Crash any planes today?” the words slipped out before you could think better of it. Before he could even respond, you cut Bradley off. “What’s it matter anyway? They’ll just buy you new ones? Fuck the kids, I mean, they don’t need to eat school lunch? And the Postal Service can cut off Saturday delivery? Hmmmm maybe we should cut Social Security even more? Our infrastructure doesn’t need to be fixed, let’s just let our bridges and roads crumble! Fucking taxes bullshit.”

“Uhhh...”

You got up in a huff and started pacing, getting more and more worked up. “It’s not that I mind paying taxes - well, that’s not totally true. But like? Actually put them towards something that’s going to help people? Not just stupid rockets and missiles and fucking -”

“- Did you get your tax refund or something?”

Bradley was standing next to you, trying to put his hands on your shoulders in what would have been a calming motion had you not been acting completely crazy over eleven thousand dollars.

“It’s October?” you snapped.

“I don’t know?” Bradley shrugged his shoulders, getting a little worked up himself. “Rich people are weird? And your dad seems like he’d know how - nevermind.” You rolled your eyes. “What happened?”

Your shoulders sagged. Fuck, this wasn’t Bradley’s fault. It was that piece of shit House Majority Leader’s, who was so far up Lockheed Martin’s ass he could see -

“I got my year end bonus check today…” you grumbled.

Like you figured, a huge smile lit up Bradley’s face. “That’s amazing - or not?” he backtracked.

“I lost like 35% of it to taxes.”

“Ahhh.”

“And I saw this article in the Journal this morning about the new Pentagon budget and how they’re purchasing these new planes for the Air Force and it just - it’s dumb but it made me mad because I just wish my taxes went to the things that will actually benefit the average American?”

Bradley tucked your hair behind your ear and clucked your chin. “That’s a lot to put on your shoulders, kid…”

“Do you think I’m acting like a brat?” You knew you were, you were just curious if Bradley would say the same thing.

He made a face. “Well,” the word dragged out, “maybe a little…” You hung your head and leaned against his chest. “But it��s kind of valid, I’d be pretty pissed losing all that out to the Air Force, too. But the Navy’s different. They don’t just put anyone in the cockpit -”

“- Oh, really?” You peered up at him. “And how many planes have you crashed, Bradley?”

He pursed his lips. “Like on purpose or -”

You threw your hands up and groaned, eventually making your way over to your bar cart. “- Like on purpose he says! Bradley!”

There wasn’t any ice in the ice bucket, but you didn’t care. You needed something. Anything to take the edge off. You were too annoyed, too fussy - too bratty.

As you poured yourself - and Bradley - a drink, he came up behind you and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist.

“Sweetheart,” he cooed in your ear, “I promise you, I have only crashed three planes on purpose.”

Oh how you wanted to laugh. You leaned back against Bradley’s chest, fully ensconced in the smell of his soap and aftershave. “Hmmm, that’s $195M down the drain. Could’ve fed a lot of kids in Kern County with that money, repaved a lot of roads, too…”

He grabbed the drink you had poured for yourself and took a sip, hissing at the burn of the tequila. “I don’t know about the kids, but I can make it up to you.”

The glass was placed back on the bar cart with a clink and Bradley placed his right hand on your hip, while the left slipped underneath the waistband of your skirt and eventually your underwear. Your whole body sagged against him and you hated how keen you were for this - for him. Apparently you really had just needed to get fucked.

“Such a pretty girl…even if you are a bit of a brat sometimes,” he finished, nipping at your ear. “Hey, kid?” You hummed. “You know if I was an astronaut I would cost the US government even more money, you still sure you want me to go down that route?”

“Shut up and fuck me, rocketman.”

“Can do, hell I’ll even buy you dinner.”

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this was so random so i hope people actually like it??? idk if no one does i never wrote it??

small taglist: @howdysebby (happy early birthday!) @sometimesanalice (thanks for the eyes alexa!) @notroosterbradshaw @ofstoriesandstardust @bradshawsbitch @rae-gar-targaryen @jupitercomet @sunderlust @softspiderling @seasonsbloom @heartsofminds @cloudycluster

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moonlight-prose · 26 days

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KISS ME ONCE

a/n: i am so late with even starting this and i don't expect to finish, but i still wanted to contribute something. so this is the first fic for the moon knight bingo hosted by @moonknight-events. some of the prompts really captured my attention and i wanted to write what i could for them. i based this off yes the long long, long time, but some other jazz songs were played as i wrote. and honestly i'm obsessed with how it turned out. the divider is by the ever talented @saradika-graphics.

prompt used: butterflies

summary: dating steven grant came with its challenges. between being a superhero, sharing the body with a man you hardly knew, and his forgetfulness, you felt dizzy. so when your date goes awry, you take matters into your own hands.

word count: 1.7k+

pairing: marc spector x reader

warnings: not explicit, some soft fluff, romance, the blossoming of a relationship, flustered marc.

Candlelight flooded the darkened flat, flickering a soft orange glow along the walls and stacks of books. It would be romantic if the frustrated bangs of a man trying to fix it wasn’t the only sound that echoed back to you. The evening had started out as a date. An attempt between you and Steven to rejoin together after weeks apart. But life continually managed to get in the way.

Problems arose one after the other. But nevertheless this is where you found yourselves. Sitting at the small table, candles scattered throughout the space, and the soft sound of jazz coming from the record player in the corner. And just as he poured you a glass of red wine—the power went out.

“It’s alright. Really.”

“I’ve almost got it.” A very American voice called back to you.

Steven—the man you adored—had no clue what the fuck to do in a situation such as a this. The radiator should have been easy enough to turn back on, but by the sounds it seemed that there was nothing but difficulty. Which is how Marc—the man you barely spoke to—wound up crashing your date.

It’s not that you didn’t want to speak to him. Get to know him. You just rarely found yourself with the chance. Between him and Steven being whisked away consistently, you barely had time to speak to Steven. Yet there you were, in your best outfit, candlelight illuminating the flat, and wine poured into two separate glasses. And Marc was acting as if you weren’t there.

He was helping. You knew that, but there was nothing that could be done. At least not right now.

“Are you hungry?”

The question must have thrown him off guard; his head peeking out from the bottom of the radiator. His eyes quickly caught sight of you standing there—hope shimmering in your eyes. A look that was usually only reserved for Steven. A look he’d longed to see directed at him one day. But Marc—ever the stubborn man Steven made him out to be—looked away as fast as he started.

“No I’m alright honey.” His eyes flicked back to you briefly before settling on the mirror. A quick sigh, the tensing of his shoulders, and you knew enough.

He wanted this.

You couldn’t deny the endearment didn’t have an effect on you. In fact, it was quite surprising how your entire stomach erupted into a flurry of butterflies. They normally only arose when Steven was near. How he smiled so bright it nearly killed you, how his entire heart was worn like an accessory on his sleeve. He looked at you in awe. As if you were the very light of his life, but Marc faced you with hesitancy. With reluctance and the darkened shine of anguish in his brown eyes.

What he wanted, he could never have.

That’s what he believed. Or at least that’s what you came to understand in the short time you’d known about him. That he gave everything—all he could spare—to Steven. He sacrificed a normal life to the man who already had it; to the person he could never be.

It broke your heart in a way.

Why would he believe he could never have you too? That his life wouldn’t be intertwined with yours. Like it or not you chose Steven, and whether he knew it or not…you also chose Marc. Even if he wouldn’t allow himself to be chosen.

“We ordered dinner. Thankfully. I love Steven, but I don’t trust him in a kitchen.” Smiling, you moved to grab the container you had yet to take the food out of.

Marc flinched at the word love falling so freely from your mouth. He acted as if he’d never heard the word before. And maybe he hadn’t. Maybe someone never looked at him the way Steven looked at you. Although something told you that tonight might in fact change that. You never saw yourself falling for Steven—for anyone really—but Marc was a welcomed surprise.

“I don’t want to take Steven’s food.”

You shrugged. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind—”

“You don’t know Steven honey.”

There was that fucking word again. A rush of flutters overtook your stomach, your heart racing with the glint of annoyance in his eyes as he stared at the mirror behind you. You could practically see Steven trying to reason with him. Trying to keep Marc from ruining this night. If only the both of them could see in your mind—how you longed to get closer to Marc, to see if you could make him feel the same as you did now.

So you did.

He looked startled, stepping back a bit with his hand outstretched. The sight brought a smile to your lips.

“I want to have dinner with you Marc.”

“You’re on a date with Steven.” He sighed, eyebrows pulling together. Strange how it was so different to Steven’s frustration, so unlike the soft man you knew. “Lemme fix the radiator and you can have him back,” he muttered.

“Marc—”

“Just need a tool. Which is somewhere around here.”

“Wait—”

“And I’ll be—”

With a quick lunge, you grabbed hold of Marc’s (Steven’s) button down, pulling him close enough to feel his breath on your chin. He froze, hands hovering over your waist as you kept him there and fixed him with a look that made his heart thump loudly against his chest. That glimmer—the want—was suddenly on him. And he felt as if the breath would fly out of his lungs if he tried to make a move. He was afraid he’d scare you off.

“Eat with me.” You smiled sweet and honey like he could practically taste it on his tongue. “Don’t make me tie you to the chair just to join me.”

He huffed, his throat bobbing as he swallowed roughly. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Then you’ll stay?”

He nodded. “I’ll stay.”

“The food’s cold.” You sighed, twisting in his hold to catch a glimpse of the darkened street. “And it looks like the whole street is down.”

You never saw how his eyes lingered on your lips, how he drank you in with ease. His own tongue swiping along his bottom lip quickly, chest stuttering as he sucked in a breath. If there’s one thing Marc knew it was this—you were the most beautiful person he’d seen. He wasn’t sure how Steven found you, but suddenly he found himself thanking every god he knew of that he did.

Perhaps that’s why he relinquished control so often. Solely to keep you around. Marc ruined things. He knew this. He understood that whatever he touched came away broken, but Steven…he fixed things. He brought light to the darkness and made sure it burned bright—he saved what Marc destroyed. And Marc couldn’t destroy you.

He’d die before he broke the one thing that made everything good.

“I have an idea,” you said, joy lighting up the room.

“Hm?”

You smiled, digging into your purse for your phone, the small screen lighting up your face. It was harsh to look at after nothing but candlelight for an hour, but you managed. At least long enough to find a good playlist, a jazz one Steven made for you in the first week of dating. Songs you’d danced to time and time again. It sounded echoey and small in the flat, but you played it regardless, setting the phone on the table as you reached for Marc.

“Dance with me?”

He stuttered this time. “W-What?”

“Dance with me.”

“Baby I’m not much of a dancer…”

Sighing, you pulled him close, your hand sliding into his. “That’s okay.” You felt him shudder slightly at the way your hand slid on his shoulder, your body pressed against his. “I’m not either.”

Marc knew that was a lie. He’d caught glimpses of moments between you and Steven. The soft love you both shared. It made him ache in ways he couldn’t describe with words, and maybe this was going too far. Maybe Steven would be pissed when he finally came back, but Marc refused to feel sorry for this. He wouldn’t apologize for loving you. Because there was nothing to apologize for—not when you felt so right in his arms.

He managed to sway gently with you, his feet shuffling—albeit a bit clumsily—along the hardwood floor. You didn’t notice. At least if you did, you never said anything. The music hummed a soft tune behind you, the yellow glow of the candles casting shadows across your supple skin. And Marc felt the ground vanish from beneath him.

How could someone be as perfect as you?

“I’m thinking we should go to the Italian restaurant on Friday.”

Flutters overtook his entire body. “Friday sounds good.”

You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder gently. As if you were entirely at ease, planning dates with him like this had happened before. Marc did what he could to be the same. This was normal. This life, this flat, this…relationship. It belonged to him in a way; he just hadn’t seen it.

“We can go walking afterwards,” you said, your words soft—your breath washing across his neck and causing goosebumps to form. “See the moon.”

He smiled. “I see too much of the moon.”

“Then we go during the day.” Marc wrapped his arm tighter around your waist, daring to rest his hand a bit lower. You shivered at the touch. “See the sun instead.”

Marc realized then why Steven loved you, why he fought to keep you in his life. You gave all of yourself in a way he might never be able to. You jumped in wholeheartedly, with a smile on your face. Consequences be damned. And like the lights finally came back on in the apartment, he realized why he loved you. Steven—the man meant to protect him for his entire life—was an exact reflection of you.

You wore your heart on your sleeve just as he did.

You loved fiercely, hoped endlessly, and gave your entire soul to the one you chose.

Whether he liked it or not…you chose him too. Even if he couldn’t give over all of himself. Yet.

“Okay,” he murmured, resting his head gently against yours. “We’ll see the sun.”

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18 Seasons

A Joel Miller baseball player AU.

Pairing: Baseball player Joel Miller x Female Reader Rating: Explicit. 18+ (Minors DNI) Summary: Joel Miller has only ever known playing baseball for his hometown team, and they’ve just announced they’re not resigning him. He heads to a fancy hotel bar to drink alone and wallow. He doesn’t except to find you, the team owner’s daughter, there. Warnings: smut, baseball talk, drinking, banter (reader has a smart mouth and Joel’s got that asshole voice), unprotected p in v (but a discussion on testing and reader has an IUD), F receiving oral, Joel’s 42, reader’s in her late 30’s. Words: 4,900 A/N: Happy 2024 Baseball Season! I’ve always thought Joel Miller would make a good baseball player, though I’m not sure if I just want to see him in tight baseball pants and that’s why I think that. 🤔 Anyways, this might be a bit of an adventure in me coping with the fact that my current favorite ballplayer is over 40 and only signed a minor league contract to play this season. Also, shout out to said favorite baseball player’s arm for being part of the cover of this, feels very Joel Miller to me. Hope you enjoy!

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"The Austin Capitals thank first baseman Joel Miller for his time and dedication to the team for the past 18 seasons. Miller is a six time All-Star, two time batting champion, and two time Gold Glove winner. He signed with his hometown team in the second round of the draft twenty three years ago and has been a great contribution both on and off the field. The organization will not be able to provide Miller with the proper playing time, with the current roster and plans for the upcoming season. We thank him for his years of service and he will forever be a part of the Capitals family."

Joel knew it was coming, it was inevitable. He had been warned of it multiple times, his agent straight and to the point about his chances, his brother and Maria more analytical and sympathetic, and his sweet Sarah so chipper and hopeful for him.

For twenty three years he’s only known the Capitals. The only thing he’s ever been good at, baseball… he’s never been so good at anything else really, save maybe for wood working or fishing, but those were hobbies. Baseball was his job, he knows he’s a lucky son of a bitch who got to do this full time, and now it’s all over, he’s unemployed.

Joel needs a drink. The stronger, the better.

DING. DING.

DING. DING. DING.

DING. DING.

He also needs to turn off his phone.

“What can I get you?”

“Gin martini, dirty please.”

“Should I charge it to your room?”

“Ye–“

“No, you can put it on my tab." You turn towards the deep voice, you’re used to the southern accent, you grew up around it, but this timbre is different and yet so familiar.

“Joel?” What the hell?

He lifts his glass towards you, his dark brown eyes shining at you from across the bar.

You haven’t seen him in quite a few years, ever since you got the hell out of Texas, moving to New York and betraying your home state for packed subway cars and better politics.

He stands and walks towards you, he looks just as good as you remembered. Broad, strong, and too damn handsome to be alone on what you know might be the worst night of his life.

“Figured you wouldn’t waste your time on any of that fruity drink stuff,” he nods towards your drink as it’s placed in front of you.

“Too much sugar gives me a headache.”

“Mm,” Joel gulps down the rest of his drink and signals the bartender for another.

“…How are you holding up? I’m really sor—“

“M’fine. Was expected.”

He doesn’t want to talk about it. Understood.

Joel Miller was never one for talking, or the media. He’d give them a nod and a quick answer before moving on to the next nuisance. Talking was never his job, you know this. Your dad would sometimes complain about how his star player couldn’t play nice with the reporters. You always admired Joel’s candidness, it’s one of the things that you found most attractive about him. He was always honest, whether it was a good thing or a bad thing depended on how high the team was in the standings. You’re going to miss him on your team, but you can’t let him know that.

“So, why exactly are you back here in Texas?”

“It’s my Mom’s birthday, she’s tired of visiting me in New York, was guilted back here as part of her present.”

“Mm. New York, hate playing in New York.”

“Likely thing to hear you say. Guess I should ask you what you’re doing in a fancy hotel bar in the city you live in?”

“S’quiet here, it’s the fanciest hotel ‘round here, nobody who stays here cares about baseball. Not a lot of people recognize me without the hat on.”

“Ouch. I care about baseball.”

“Yeah, and you don’t belong in a place like this,” Joel pivots to look at you, his arm resting on the bar top.

“Where do I belong, Joel?” You angle your body to look at him and swallow down the last bit of your drink.

“Some place cozier, not as cold and… corporate as this place. Some place… hip.”

Your head tips back in laughter. “Hip?! I have a phone case with ducks on it, I cried at the same part I always cry at during Paddington 2 last night. I’m far from hip, what a funny word.”

“Dunno, always got the idea you’re cooler than me.”

“Okay pro baseball player.”

“Not so pro now,” Joel scours.

“Hey, sorry,” you place your hand on his forearm, a perfunctory touch. You had zero decision on the matter, and yet you feel so much guilt over it. You know what this game meant to him and you know he made it known he wanted to return.

“S’alright. Just weird to know I’m done for.” He looks down and focuses on his hand rubbing back and forth on the rim of the glass. A nervous tell. Your hand remains on his arm, Joel makes no attempt to move away.

“You’re not done for, I’m sure another team would like you.”

“Don’t want another team. My daughter grew up here. Hell, I grew up here. My brother’s here. Sarah just started college here. I couldn’t move away.”

His daughter. The big story of Joel’s first year was how the star rookie, was also a father to a newborn baby girl. Juggling a .300 average and fatherhood.

“Wow, she’s in college, huh? I remember seeing her at the stadium all of the time, reminded me of how I grew up there too.”

“Time flies,” a wistful smile on his face as Joel signals the bartender for another round of drinks for the two of you.

Goodness he’s gorgeous. You’ve always found him attractive, ever since he was signed right out of high school. All tall, golden skinned and muscular, now his form is a little more filled out, his muscles less defined but still fully there. His arms and thighs thicker now, a small gut protruding, but still solid and muscular. His speed to round the bases is a lot slower these days but his power and batting eye are stronger from years of playing. He was a school girl crush for you, a stadium give away bobble head of his still sits in your office under the ruse that he was your team’s biggest player. Now you don’t know what to call it, you’re long past school girl crushes. All you know is now, over twenty years later, he’s still one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen. Time sure does fly.

“Are you staying here tonight?” You cut the silence between the two of you, both of you facing the bar and quietly sipping your drinks. Joel’s eyes looking a little heavier, the alcohol taking its effect on him. You feel good, a lot lighter, but happy to sit and allow Joel to ponder.

“Planned on it. Booked a room. Figured I’d get drunk and go pass out, take care of everything I have to tomorrow. Just don’t want to deal with it tonight.”

“I understand that, just didn’t know if you needed car service home, I could have ordered you one.”

“Dad’s money, right?” Joel bites out condescendingly.

“Or, my money, you asshole,” you bark back. You know he’s pissed off at the world but there’s no need for his tone to be so mean towards you.

“Sorry, still kinda pissed off at your family.”

“My family? You mean my dad? I had nothing to do with it, my mother had nothing to do with it. You can be pissed off at him, but you’re also not getting any younger and believe it or not our farm system and minors are stacked with talent waiting to play.” You try to calm your voice as you gulp a drink down from your newly made martini. You don’t want to be pissed off and drunk but goodness the cold gin cools your heated body. “You’re old Joel, and you know it.”

“Of course I know it sweetheart, but I know I’m still better than most of those kids.”

“Yeah, well, stop getting injured and batting .220 and prove it.”

“Damn, you got a smart mouth,” Joel leers at you.

“Not to mention all the time and effort spent on keeping your body in playing shape. I’m sorry, you’re ancient in sports standards.”

“Real fuckin’ smart mouth, huh?” Joel leans in and whispers, “I like it.”

You fight the urge to moan, to give an audible to the feeling that’s now coursing through your body from those three words snarled into your ear.

You feel the same feelings you felt those few years ago, while out with the team celebrating their playoff series win. Drinks flowing, cigars puffing plumes of smoke into the air, conversations shouted above music, bodies sweating and glowing different hues under the lights on the dance floor. The Capitals were heading to the World Series for the first time in twenty years, thanks to Joel Miller’s walk-off home run. Teary hugs shared with your family and friends as you watched him round the bases, it may have been the happiest you’d ever seen your dad. Hell, it may have been the happiest you’d ever been. You didn’t think the night could get any better, until Joel backed you into a corner of the club and stuck his tongue in your mouth and his hand up your dress. You don’t know if you’ve still forgiven him for pulling his fingers out of you and wiping the wet of your orgasm on his jeans before slurring out, “Fuck, I shouldn’t have done that,” as he backed away and left, leaving you all weak kneed and blissed out panting for air.

You did agree though, he really shouldn’t have, the scandal that could’ve been brought on if the owner’s daughter was spotted in that position with the team’s star baseball player. He’s one of the reasons why you moved away, he was off limits and it drove you crazy. You casually dated, you slept with strangers, you spent three years with your ex who you thought you’d settle for and marry, but that night never escaped you. Sometimes you’d reach your hand between your legs and touch yourself while you remembered the look in his eyes as he nodded his head to signal you to follow him into that desolate space. Like he always wanted you as much as you always wanted him and he was seizing the opportunity.

“I’m just letting you know what we’re all seeing. Trust me, I don’t want to see you in any other colors than the Capitals color. Red suits you.” If you’re being honest, you really prefer him in the olive green button up shirt he’s wearing tonight. The top few buttons of it unbuttoned to relieve the stretched seams around his large shoulders giving you a peek of the gold chain he always wears resting against the bronzed skin of his neck and chest.

“Mm, whatever the color you want to call this is,” Joel grabs the shoulder of your shirt and rubs the fabric between his fingers, “suits you.”

“I call it aquamarine, most would just call it light blue.”

“S’pretty, s’soft.” You wonder if he can see how rapid your heart is beating or the swallow of air you gulp down as his eyes linger on your chest and neck. “Fits real well.”

“Thanks, bought it at one those real fancy stores they have in New York,” you lift your shoulder causing Joel to pull his hand back.

“Do the boys in New York like you in this color?” Joel’s words drip with the sarcastic tone he’s famous for.

“Worked a couple of weeks ago with a guy. HUGE New York fan,” you emphasize huge, two can play that game. “Like, big, real big.”

“Mm,” Joel’s nostrils flare. “He your last? This… New York fan?”

“Yep,” you smile through your glass taking a drink and licking your lips.

“Mm,” Joel’s eyes don’t leave your mouth. “And why’s that?”

“Been busy, haven’t found anybody that’s piqued my interest, I guess.”

“And what was so special about him?”

“Not sure,” you shrug, “he was good looking and paid for my martinis. I wanted him, he wanted me, the classic hook up.”

“Talk to him since?”

“Here and there, he seems nice enough." “Mm,” Joel licks his lips as he leans forward placing his arm on the back of your chair and turning it to swivel towards him, his other arm rests on the bar, caging you in between. “You want nice?” You can feel the heat radiating off his body, see the freckles on his skin from years of playing ball in the sun, smell the whiskey on his breath mixed with the soap on his skin. You’re so close you can almost count the gray hairs just beginning to tint his dark hair lighter. You want him.

“Not really. Plus, he was younger than me, I’m pretty sure I like older men.” You challenge him. You can compete with the best of them, and Joel’s one of the best, he’s made millions of dollars over the years just from being competitive.

“Mm,” Joel moves the hand from the back of your chair to your shoulder, rubbing his thumb back and forth, his touch igniting your core.

“How long has it been for… you?” Your words come out a little too nervous than you’d like them to be.

“Few months, not sure. Don’t like that type of distraction during the season.”

“A celibate?”

“No, not that, just don’t have the time with deal with all that, between Sarah’s senior year ‘n me having to focus more on my regimen, ya’ know since I’m ancient.”

“Mm,” you copy Joel’s sound. He smirks.

“Never been my scene to meet someone, fuck them, and leave the next morning.” Your body tenses at his words. “I prefer to know someone before I touch ‘em. Too many people out there just want to say they slept with a ballplayer and move on. Not for me.”

The hushed tone of Joel’s voice and his proximity to you begins to take its toll on you, you feel so hot and quite flustered. “I understand that.”

“You ever been with a ballplayer? Ya’ know since you’re involved in the business.”

“I haven’t… just what we did in that club after the playoff win,” you blink at him, willing him to tell you he wants more.

“You want to do more than just that with a ballplayer?” Joel’s accent dropping an octave as he whispers the question out.

“I do,” you just as quietly confess.

“You want to do more than just that with me?” he leans in closer.

“I do.”

“Alright sweetheart, your room or mine?”

“I have the suite, so mine.”

“Should’ve charged the drinks to your room then.” Joel turns and gets the bartender’s attention.

It’s becoming real. You calm your nerves as Joel signs the check and moves off the stool, you following him through the bar and lobby before reaching the elevator.

All you expected to do tonight was have a couple of drinks while reading a book in a quiet corner of the bar before ordering room service and watching whatever movie you can find on hotel TV. You’re now headed up to your room with Joel Miller.

The elevator doors ding open, empty with nobody following behind you. It’s just you and him in the mirrored oasis of the lift. You go in first and stand with your back against the wall.

“What number?”

“The P at the top, I have to scan my card,” you lift your key out of your pocket and hand it to him.

“Of course. You got the suite.”

“I did, wanted to treat myself on my return home.”

“Mm,” Joel scans the card and tucks it in the back pocket of his jeans. The doors close and your stomach anxiously drops as the lift speeds upward.

The vision of Joel surrounds you, his reflection repeated in every panel, you could stay right in this small room forever, seeing every angle of his handsome face. Aquiline nose, creased eyebrows, dimple tucked between a dark mustache and beard, plush lips, deep brown eyes, wavy hair.

“You’re staring.” You’re shocked out of your concentration by Joel’s whisper. “This whole elevator’s mirrors, I can see you as much as you see me.”

A blush creeps across your face.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Joel turns around and steps towards you, standing in front of you. “You look beautiful.” His hand rests against your cheek, his head angles down, his lips resting right in front of yours. “It’s hard to look away from you.”

You close the gap between the two of you, your lips meeting his. It’s a soft kiss, both of your tongues gently licking into each other’s mouths. You’re both savoring the first taste of each other in years, it feels like he also would think about your last kiss as much as you did. Joel pulls away first, turning his head to look in the mirror, you follow his gaze. His hand on your cheek, your hand resting on his bicep, far too big for you to be able to wrap your hand around it. This reality you’re in right now feels like something out of one of your wildest dreams. The alarm goes off, the elevator dinging your arrival to your floor. Joel turns away and you follow behind him as he unlocks your room door.

“Nice room, pretty big for just you, don’t you think?”

“It is. Maybe I figured I’d be sharing it with someone else. Maybe someone older who needed more space to get around on account of his old knees and hurt shoulder.”

“That mouth is going to get you in trouble one day, sweetheart.”

“I welcome it,” you look up at him as you bend over to untie your shoes.

“Where’s the bedroom?” Again, you like Joel’s bluntness. You appreciate how he doesn’t mince words, he knows what he wants and he tells you what he thinks.

You point, he nods, and turns towards it as he begins to unbutton his shirt.

“What? You got somewhere to go?” You shout still standing in the middle of the living room.

“No,” Joel peeks his head out of the doorframe, shirt half open, his hands paused on a button. “I just really want to see you naked on your bed.”

Your knees feel weak, your pussy clenches, your body breaks out in goosebumps. You love his mouth and the way he always sounds like an asshole, even if he’s telling you he wants to see you naked.

You hurry to the bedroom, taking your shirt off and tossing it behind you.

Joel stands with his shirt unbuttoned next to the bedside table, the only light source of the room is the lamp he’s turned on next to him. His skin might be your favorite color, sun bronzed with a patina of dark freckles across his chest and neck. His body standing in front of the dark wood paneled wall glowing in the aureate glow of the lamp takes your breath away. Maybe you should come home more often.

“Take your pants off,” Joel turns to you, his eyes lighting when he sees you without your shirt.

He sheds his shirt before unbuckling his belt and removing his jeans. Your own clothing removal pauses as you stare at the trail from his belly to the black boxer briefs bulging with his erection. This man could never survive without spandex, his thick thighs strain the tight fabric. “Like I said, take your pants off darlin’,” he chuckles. You don’t think you’ve ever heard him chuckle.

“Oh, sorry, yes,” stammers out as you remove your jeans.

You can’t help but not look away from him. You’ll never get over just how handsome and large he is. Other men with his features on their bodies would look ridiculous but Joel is perfectly put together. You can’t get over the fact that he wants you as much as you want him.

“How’d you know navy blue was my favorite color?” Joel asks as he stares at your panties. You wonder if he can see how soaked they are.

“Didn’t. Lucky you.” You’re not sure who’s luckier at this point, maybe you’re both ready to share each other’s luck.

“Very. Get on the bed for me.”

You lay down on the soft sheets, the bed and cover are so plush you sink into it. Your hands by your sides pet the silky sheet and your legs rub against the fabric, it feels so divine and smooth.

“God, you look good like that,” Joel reaches down to palm himself through his briefs. “Might be the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Your body lights on fire at his praise, your pulse quickening, your almost naked body feeling overheated. “Spread your legs for me.”

You follow his instruction, bending your knees and spreading. Joel climbs on the bed to kneel in between, his palms rest atop of your knees, you can feel the calluses on his hands from years of gloves and bats on your smooth skin.

He runs his hands down your legs before stopping right at the edge of your panties. You moan as he takes a hand and runs it back and forth along your drenched panties. “This all for me?” His cocky smile making his dimple even more apparent.

“Yes, fuck… yes,” you struggle out. You’re so turned on right now, aching all over. Joel’s barely even touched you and you feel like he’s already devastated your whole body. You’ve never felt this way with anybody else before.

“Want to see all of you, take your bra off ’n I’ll take these off,” Joel says as he cups your cloth covered pussy.

You lean up to unsnap your bra, quickly getting naked as Joel takes off your panties. He sits back on his heels, his eyes mapping your body. “Jesus baby, you’re so fucking pretty ’n soft looking.”

His voice, his accent, his praise, it causes a whimper out of you.

“I know baby,” Joel leans down, his hands grab your ass cheeks and pulls your whole body towards him, easily lifting your ass up. Your pussy rests now right in front of his face, you can feel the heat of his breath against your sensitive folds. He’s supporting your whole lower half in his hands until you lift your legs to rest atop his wide shoulders. He licks a long stripe up from your opening to your clit and back again.

“Taste so fucking good, so fucking sweet, knew you’d be this good. Can’t believe I didn’t taste you before.” Joel’s words of devotion are spoken straight to your cunt.

He devours your pussy like it’s never been ate before, fucking into you with his tongue, sucking on your clit, rubbing the bristle of his thin beard against your sensitive folds. Your thighs and legs beginning to shake against Joel as your whole body burns with pleasure. His hands are gripping your ass so tight, his strength and support the only reason why your whole body hasn’t collapsed as your orgasm quickly ripples through you.

Joel moans against you as you spill into him. He doesn’t come up for air as your hips writhe against him. He flicks his tongue against your pulsing clit, a scream escaping your mouth as he begins to press his tongue down on your too sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Holy fuck,” you struggle out. “Fuck. Joel, Joel. Fuck.”

“Mm,” Joel lifts his head up out of in between your legs, your wet glistening on the lower half of his face, his eyes resting under his furrowed brows staring right at you. You unwrap your legs from around his head as Joel gently helps your legs drop to the bed.

Joel rubs your legs and thighs as he stares down at you longingly. His actions are so sweet, actions you never thought you’d see. You don’t think a lot of people get to see this side of him, his features relaxed, mouth slacked open a bit, eyes softened, this isn’t competitive Joel, this is bedroom Joel.

“Let me fuck you baby, don’t think I’m going to last long, wanted to prove to you I can fuck you all night but I’ve waited a long time for this.”

Your core clenches at his words, you wanted to challenge him tonight too, but you can’t fathom the idea of waiting any longer for Joel’s cock inside you. He gets up off the bed, removing his briefs, his cock springing free. Fuck, he’s big and beautiful, the perfect size and shape to match his broad and athletic body.

Joel climbs back on the bed, his body resting in between your spread legs again, this time he leans forward, putting his weight on his two arms as he looms above you. You feel his cock resting against your wet cunt.

“You got a condom or should I have grabbed mine from my wallet?”

“No— can I ask you something?”

“Now?” Joel huffs. "I guess."

“Yes, yeah,” you gather your nerves before you confess. “I want to feel you, all of you. I have an IUD and I always use protection with… others, I just, I want to feel your cum inside of me.”

Joel's jaw drops at the shock of your blunt words. “Fuck, yes. Of course. Jesus Christ.” His dick twitches against you as he answers. “I’m tested and clean.”

“I’m clean too.”

“Fuck baby, I’m so glad you asked.” Joel plants a kiss to the top of your head as he pushes himself into you.

“Holy fuck,” you rasp out at the feel of Joel’s cock stretching you. He’s slow to enter, mindful of how tight your cunt is squeezing around him. It stings so good, you’ve never been this stretched before.

You shut your eyes and focus on taking his length, anchoring yourself in this moment.

“I can feel you clutching me, fuck you feel so good,” you open your eyes at Joel’s words. The glimmer of Joel’s gold chain catches your eye as he moves inside you. You’re mesmerized by how it moves between the two of you, the pendant swinging back and forth like a metronome of Joel’s cock entering and exiting you. “Look at me baby.”

You move your gaze from Joel’s necklace to his eyes, all big and brown and blown out with lust. He begins to increase his pace, your whole core beginning to build another orgasm. Joel cranes his neck down to kiss you, the way his mouth languidly moves against your mouth contrasts the brutal speed of the way he’s now fucking you. You move your hands up to cradle his head, gripping his messy curled hair, left longer during the offseason.

Years and years of pining over Joel culminating in this one night, a surprise encounter at the bar turning into the shared moans and groans you and Joel trade back and forth as your bodies move together.

He’s simply too beautiful, your eyes watching his heavy eyes disappear behind the crinkles on the side of them as he half smiles at you. Like he also can’t believe the two of you are doing this.

You move your hips to meet his thrusts, the softness of the bed cradling you as Joel fucks you harder.

“M’close baby,” respires out against your mouth. Your cunt tightening even more around him as you both begin to reach the apex of your orgasms. “You gonna cum with me?”

You can only nod and blink hoping that your whimpers and moans let him know you’re right there with him.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty and tight, can’t believe how fast you’re gonna make me cum. Fuck baby, just talking about it— gonna fucking cum.”

You feel Joel’s cock throb as his spend fills you, your orgasm following, pumping Joel’s cock as you pulse around him.

He drops down to rest on his forearms, his body landing on top of you. You welcome the feeling of his burning hot body smothering yours. He kisses you as he languidly still fucks into your cunt with his softening cock. Your pussy drips a mixture of your intermingled cum out as Joel pulls out and lays next to you on his back.

You turn and rest your head against his chest, his breaths slow and relaxed. Your hands run up his chest, stopping at the gold chain around his neck.

“Never took you for a necklace man, why do you wear it?”

“My daughter got it for me, when I won that playoff game.”

“Like THAT playoff game you hit the walk-off?” Your question implying it’s the same game you celebrated together in the back of the club.

“Yeah, that one,” Joel wraps his hand around yours. “Sometimes I still think of you and I that night when I see it. Thank you for tonight. You made a bad day into the best night.”

A/N: I adore these two. This stands as a one shot right now, since I'm currently working on my multi-chapter story Elks, but I might revisit them later. Go sports!

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amerricanartwork · 2 months

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After seeing so many amazing drawings from previous years, and even some cool pieces for this year already, I'm so excited to finally get to participate myself in this year's Rain World Art Month! Unfortunately me having to take care of stuff all day Friday and Saturday meant my start to the challenge has been a little late, and I doubt I'll have the time to make finished art for all 31 of the prompts anyway, but nonetheless I at least wanted to do the ones I thought were cool. So once I found the time, I broke out my colored pencils again for a quick little drawing of my favorite slugcat from Day 1's prompt! It was a little hard to start, especially figuring out how to layer on the blues and get the hues I wanted, but I quickly managed to finish it and even figure out blending in the process!

Hope you enjoy this first piece! I'm excited to see what else I can contribute to this challenge!

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eatommo · 9 months

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Kisses of Fire [j.m.]

Summary: You and Joel get caught up in a champagne-filled domestic dream, and your impulses are too strong to resist. Aka, you and Joel sing and dance in the kitchen until you can't deny your feelings any longer.

C.w: slight dub con because of alcohol consumption, mentions of parental loss, age gap (reader is in her 20s), unprotected pinv, lots of praise, pet names, Joel is a sweet talker, fluffy dancing and cooking with Joel, size kink?, creampie, squirting, oral sex (f receive), mentions of oral sex (m receive), breeding kink if you squint, mutual pining?, idk I probably missed some let me know!

A/n: Hello! I am alive! I started a new job and it's been pretty crazy but I am pleased to bring you my first Joel Miller fic and my first contribution to the Dbf!joel subgenre that has been one my favorites lately. enjoy!

~3.5k

“Joel, the sauce is going to burn.” you stumble through a laugh, trying to focus the little clarity of your mind on the chicken browning in your ceramic pan. He had insisted on opening a glass of champagne to congratulate you on your new job. It was sweet and dry, exactly what you liked, and it went down easy.

You were sitting around the coffee table gushing and hardly letting the man get a word out, and then he asked if you were hungry, and well you hadn't yet eaten and with your stomach growling at his words, he was very insistent.

In truth, you'd always looked out for each other, you'd help pick up Sarah from school, on occasion try new recipes in his much larger kitchen, and in turn, he'd fix your sink leak, install a new shower head, or even build you a new coffee table.

Here standing in his kitchen you felt so comfortable, stirring the pasta with one hand and rummaging through his cabinets for oregano with the other. It could've been the alcohol or the decade-long crush on the older man that was driving you wild.

With a rush of melody, you realized where he disappeared as the fun rhythmic beat of Be My Baby echoes through the living room and into the kitchen. Joel's words barely call above the song, “Oldies okay?”

You turn to answer him, only to catch him jamming out to the song behind you as he strides cool as a cucumber back into the kitchen. “More than okay.” You’re beaming, enjoying the music and the laid-back demeanor of his slight dance and groove.

You've cherished the few moments of joy since your father passed away a few years ago, singing with him and Sarah in the car, bullying Joel onto a rollercoaster, and summertime BBQs complete with movie marathons.

This felt different. Not only was Sarah noticeably absent, but there was an electric hum of something between you, it was almost palpable. Chalking it up to the alcohol, you settle back into your rhythm of taking care of the food in front of you with extra sway to your hips and occasionally singing into the wooden spoon like a microphone.

Joel returns to your side, stirring the thick sauce before grabbing a spoon from a drawer and tasting it. He moans around the cheap metal, throwing his head back in exaggerated ecstasy.

Hoping the heat from the stove disguises your blush, you carefully accept a spoonful he offers you after he cools with a few quick purses of his lips, humming in agreement.

“What did you say this recipe was called?” When he's been drinking, his Texan drawl lengthens, and you swallow around the lump in your throat, lord have mercy.

“Marry me chicken? It's said to get a man to marry you on its own…” you try and let your voice trail off as he grabs a colander and begins to strain the noodles for you, and before you can think you add, “I thought it would be good practice.”

You catch something in his face as he looks toward you, now mouthing the words to a song by Simon and Garfunkel, but your brain is a little too fuzzy to dissect it completely. Turning off the heat, you quickly add bacon and parmesan before tossing the chicken and sauce mixture on top of Joel's freshly strained pasta.

He hovers over you like he hasn't eaten for days, grumbling something about sweet torture as you garnish his bowl with freshly grated cheese. Turning your attention to the table you see a second bottle of champagne adorning a small dining set, and your flukes full and awaiting your attention, and your blush returns, what is happening to you?

Dismissing himself to turn the music lower, you set his plate down and settle into your chair beside his. Briefly, you consider refusing another glass, you were supposed to drive home, but his slightly tousled curls and the nonplussed smirk on his face as he walks into your field of vision wash over your body like a cool shower on a hot Austin evening, refreshing, revitalizing, and rewarding you with his simplistic beauty.

The way his eyes fell to yours with each silly verse, speaking to each moment you’ve swooned over him in private and cementing the swell of your heart. He sits and you both immediately dive into the food, moaning in unison at the salty and creamy flavor. “I get it.”

“For sure.” You confirm, shoveling more into your mouth as delicately as you can in your haste. “I’ll keep it in my back pocket for sure.” You both laugh and reach for your champagne for a toast.

“To the luckiest man in the world.” This time, he does a piss poor job of covering his shock, and you don’t dare let the moment slip from your grasp, setting your fork down, and reaching to settle your hand on his forearm, tenderly running your fingers over the rough-tanned skin.

The affection seems to coach a weight from his shoulders, as the tension in them drops and he meets your eyes with a deep and wicked sense of playfulness. Holding his gaze, and touching the lips of the flukes together you smile innocently, and hum as the cool bubbles coat your tongue and lift your confidence higher with every passing moment.

In a flash you feel the energy in the room shift, as silence flirtatious eye contact is shared between smaller sips of champagne and groans of delight, you find your eyes lingering longer on the base of his throat and the purse of his lips around the tip of the glass.

In your stupor you miss his devilish grin, he’s chasing the feeling of your gaze on his skin, drinking in the slip of your guard, and suddenly the incredible food you prepared for him is not nearly enough to sate him.

It’s his turn to stare, watching as your lips part in a soft pant as he takes a lingering swig from his glass, imagining how delicious this could pair with the taste of your pussy. Fuck, he’s so hopeless, you could talk him into anything, yet you sit and torture yourself undressing him with your eyes and practically projecting your dirty thoughts onto his chest.

When your eyes meet again your breath catches in your throat, some snarky comment you bury beneath the burning fire on your cheeks. “Joel…” it’s an invitation, a plea, and your heart stands still in its cage in the breath between your words and his mouth on yours.

His beard and moustache are rough against your lips, but the kiss is hungry, and not nearly as vulnerable as you feel. It's a clash of tongues and teeth, your bodies are drawn together like the world is stitching them together with desperate rough movements.

You can taste the rich sweet champagne on his tongue as it drags over yours, tilting your head back with a soft hand on your throat. Standing to his feet, he breaks the kiss with a reluctance you feel, but he’s ushering the plates off the table in a single trip, setting them on the counter to be dealt with later. The complaint dies in your throat, as you let your brain devour him in a primal sense. The broad expanse of his chest rising and falling in heavy needy breath, the veins in his neck as he tilts his head to return the same hungry stare, you don’t make it past his biceps before his hands are on your sides, directing you to stand but only for a mere second as your practically lifted onto the kitchen table.

His mouth is on yours again, hot and determined, your mind is made up, and he can feel it in each little whine he swallows. Confidence surges through him, bolstered by the hum of alcohol in his system, and he leans over you guiding you to your back, while he slots himself between your legs.

You part them quickly, wanting to feel him pressed against you more than you want to breathe, and rather than following you he kisses down the smooth skin of your calves and begins working on the button of your shorts, yanking them up and off with a dexterity that would surprise you had it been anyone else.

The thin cotton panties are not your first choice of sexy intimates, but it doesn’t seem to phase him as his gaze holds at the growing wet spot pooling in the fabric. His index fingers ghost over the seam of your pussy. “Are you sure?” He kisses the words across your skin, moving along the inside of your thighs as his stubble draws the nerves in your skin taught.

You blink your eyes a few times, almost not believing and basking in the warmth of his breath. Your mouth falls open in a pant as you throw your head back onto the table, in any other circumstance it would've hurt. “Yes…Joel…please.” Each word takes a lungful of air worth of effort.

There's a dark chuckle as if taunting you for being so pathetic, as he nibbles on the skin of your inner thigh, you feel goosebumps spread across all your skin, unaware if it's from shame or the heat of his mouth muttering sweet nothings into your skin.

“So pretty,” he coos letting two fingers trace over your slick panties, “Spread out on my table for me,” he presses harder but slows his movements to a beautifully slow taunt, “A fucking meal.”

The chair moves sharply back with his movement, as he pulls your underwear to the side and licks at your hole for his first taste. His mouth is feverish in appetite, licking and sucking and caressing each part of your sex, the assault is overwhelming at first, the movements so erratic you’re unable to focus on anything but trying to breathe. Cantering your hips against his mouth his rough palm stalls one of your thighs from closing, the hand is firm and warm commanding you to obey in just its presence. “More,” you beg, again the pleasure dulled as he slowed to listen.

His free hand goes to the waistband of your underwear running along its length and tickling the skin, before you feel a rough tug at the fabric and hear the tearing sound before you can even comprehend what’s happened. The fabric disappears and the soft table mat you are perched on protects you from the cool wood of the table. He mumbles more things into the flesh of your mound, and he kisses at the exposed skin of your hips, “Sweet little thing.”

You throw a hand over your eyes, losing yourself to the embraces and brushes of pleasure he showers you in. He settles back between your legs, pinning them to your chest with his arm and working two fingers slowly into your tight heat. The stretch is pleasant, and he lets his tongue lave over the top of your sex. “Joel.” You whimper feeling his knuckles curl inwards brushing against a bundle of nerves that has your vision lulling white. Each stroke feels like it's pulling your soul from your body, and an unfamiliar pressure builds as he coaxes the orgasm to the surface with his tongue swirling over your clit.

You explode, soaking the table and his hungry waiting mouth feeling the clear gush of liquid pool beneath you and coat your thighs. “Oh god, I’m sorry I-” you stammer, not having experienced this yourself before.

Joel’s attention snaps to your eyes, “Don’t.” It's a warning, his eyes dark and muddled with something animalistic you’ve only seen when he’s angry. “You’re going to do it again.” he sits straight, and you realize he’s still fully dressed as he stands on his feet, dwarfing you against the table, undoing the length of his belt.

Unsure if your breathing is coming fast or if he is moving slowly, undoing the buttons of his flannel, and exposing skin that you’ve seen countless times before, but as each button is freed and his shirt spills open, you struggle to keep your breath even. Thick tanned skin, soft to the touch but cords of practical muscle run through his pecks, and down his well-defined biceps hold your eyes still, as your heart clips away steadily. You mumble something about his muscles, fawning over him like you’ve done so many times before, but unafraid to get caught this time.

He peers down at you, maintaining eye contact through your spread thighs as you lay waiting gawking at him like you always have, the loose leather of his belt is tugging the jeans down his hips slightly exposing the soft flesh of his stomach and the feather-light trail of hair disappearing below his jeans. He longed to reduce you to a babbling drooling mess, he wanted to mark your skin his and fill you so full his traces would linger on your cunt for days. Days, he knew it wouldn’t be easy to stop, he felt like he was running downhill and his legs were jelly beneath him, hurtling towards some sort of self-destructive meltdown. But the sweet tang of you lingering in his mouth, splashed across his chest, on his dining room table.

You were perfect, even more so than he thought possible. He ached, the jeans strangling his thick cock, he longed to free himself and sink into you. “Come here.” he stepped closer, back between the welcome squeeze of your thighs, and he wondered if he would need a new table.

You sat up barely even with his chest and when you're close enough he brings you in for a deep and filthy kiss, giving you a chance to taste your slick from his tongue and to groan as your hand settles over the hard length of his cock in his pants. You allow a finger to trace over the outline surprised when your hand keeps finding more of him to play with, fighting the urge to squeak in delight as each kiss grows in fervor.

If Joel hadn't suggested otherwise, you would've happily been fucked to bliss on the table, but as one of his hands falls to cup the supple flesh of your ass you're lifted into his sturdy arms. Now even this isn't a first, but your cunt is pressed flat to the ripped muscles of his abdomen and you can't help but trail feather-like kisses and nips across the thin skin covering his Adam's apple, half tempted to suck a bruise into his skin as he whines lowly into hair.

He traverses the stairs with ease, fingers squeezing and playing with your ass as he does so. As you enter his room, he leans in for another searing desperate kiss, nipping and tugging on your bottom lip almost painfully slow.

The bed is plush, more so than you expect, the sheets feel cool and inviting as you settle into them, not daring to turn your attention away from Joel for a second. The moon is the only light in the room, but it's bright enough for you to drool over the large bulge he reveals as he shucks his jeans.

“Something you want darlin?” that all-knowing chuckle, call your attention to his face, always handsome but there's a depravity and a hunger in his eyes that is a little bit intimidating.

“I-” You struggle to decide what exactly it is you want to do, part of you wants to let him lay down and have you suck his cock dry, and the other part wants to see you bent in half stuffed full of his cum.

Your stumble only brings another dry chastising chuckle, “Don’t worry honey, I'll take care of you.” His dark boxers leave little to the imagination, the fabric pulled tight across him as the curve of his cock is pinned to the curve of his hip. He’s huge, bigger than you could’ve dreamed, and by the looks of it nice and thick, you would be happily limping around in the morning.

He plants his hands next to your legs, crawling up your body until he’s even with your mouth, his skin radiating heat and his mouth meets yours once more. The taste of you is still lingering in his mouth, spurring you on.

The clothed hardness of him presses against you, insistent and delightfully relieving the tortuous pressure building at your core. You run your hands against the muscles of his back, at first gently caressing but as his teeth skim your pulse you dig into the flesh with your nails. “Joel…” you whimper, knowing if he wanted to drag this any further you'd have no choice but to beg, there's something so addictive to his power and the way he looks at you. He knows what he's doing to you, he knows the way you shift your hips to grind against him is a silent plea, he wishes he could withhold longer, but each hitch in your breath coaxes more precome spilling into his boxers, he hasn't been this hard since he was a teenager.

He hushes you, soothing you with a hand running over your hair, and shoves his boxers down to free himself. He lets the weight of his cock slide over your sex, the thick head catching deliciously on your clit and allowing it to get coated in what's left of your cum. You both groan into another kiss, “Condom?” The question shocks you into reality briefly, but you quickly shake your head no, not bothering an attempt to form any words.

You swear you hear a whimper in his half-lidded chuckle, but you try to focus on the feeling of his body pressing against yours, the heat of him and the rich smell of his skin the taste of his mouth as he kisses you through a few more lazy strokes.

He runs a calloused hand over the soft skin of your throat before sliding it around and into the hair at the back of your neck, tilting your eyes to his As he lines up and slides in a single brutal thrust. Your body tenses at the stretch, but the pleasure is immense and Joel's mouth parts in a pant so beautifully you crack a wickedly seductive smile.

As he begins to canter his hips, his grip on your hair gets tighter, holding your eyes to his, his pelvis grinds delectably against your clit, as the ridges of his cock and the angle of his hips drag along your walls. You wonder if you'd been able to take it if it hadn't been Joel, you don't think you've ever been this fucked out in your life. He presses your legs slightly further apart nudging at your cervix, and grounding down.

The orgasm rips through you before you know it, the shake in your legs and your panted obscenities only encourage him further. “Fuck, good girl,” your hips love on their own grinding up fucking yourself through the climax as a second wave of white-hot pleasure soaks his abdomen and your thighs, “So good baby.”

Your head drops, body limp and wrecked he kisses along your cheeks and forehead, giving you a moment to catch your breath.

He moves quicker than you can register what's happening, his boxers are on the floor and suddenly you are straddled over his lap dropping down onto his cock as he buries his face in your tits. Tongue drags deliciously over your nipples as he lets you adjust to the new angle, you rest your head on top of his, kissing his sweat-damp hair and rocking your hips slowly. You didn't think he could feel any bigger, each slight rock nudges almost painfully against your cervix, words no longer forming in your brain and breath escaping in squeaks.

You let yourself get caught up in the moans and praise failing out of Joel nonsensically, the drag of his stubble on your skin overstimulating, you bear down on him and shiver as you hear the hitches in his breathing. “Where?” you almost miss it, his voice is hoarse, desperate, strained even.

“Cum inside me.” you can't suppress the smirk, “I want it.” It's your turn to pull his head back, looking deep into the rich dark brown eyes as they admire you, he chews on his lip. His shoulders hunch as you feel him twitch, his grip tightening on your hips as he uses the last bit of his strength to bounce you on his lap and fuck up into you as he cums deep and hard into your wrecked swollen pussy.

You suppress a shutter, you feel like you're made of gelatin and you slump against his body, going completely slack.

He waits a few moments to collect his wits and allows you both to catch your breath. “Should I start a shower?” You laugh, hoping to skirt over any sort of rebuff.

“Sure,” he massages the flesh of your ass, “I'll take care of the leftovers.” You're overwhelmed with a sense of relief, both letting out a massive sigh at the same time, and laughing once you make eye contact again. You feel his heartbeat against your chest and lean in for another kiss, the complicated stuff can come later, but the smile he gives you as he tilts his chin up slightly for thekiss, makes you feel like it's all going to be more than you could've dreamed of.

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