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A Short Break

pairing: Nanami x reader (NSFW)

warnings: NSFW, oral (m/f receiving), penetration (p in v), praise (good girl, naughty girl), unprotected sex, dirty talk, fingering

synopsis: You're working late with Nanami and you decide you both could use a break.

word count: 3k

a/n: I wrote this in one sitting so it feels kind of rushed but here it is ☠

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It's another late night at school with Nanami. Neither of you enjoyed overtime, but you both recently finished a particularly difficult mission and now have to fill out the resulting paperwork.

You were also both scheduled to dispatch for another mission in 2 days, so you needed to finish the paperwork and research the curse you were to track down.

The past few hours you've been alternating who does paperwork and who does research, the room mostly silent due to your concentration and the late hour.

Despite the urgency of the task, you can't help but steal glances at Nanami. His blue sleeves were rolled up, revealing his muscular, veiny forearms and his tie was loose. His hair was slightly disheveled from running his hands through it and you couldn't help but think about running your own hands through his hair. How it would feel to have his large, veiny hands on your body as you straddle him and comb his hair with your fingers and look him in the eyes, all desire and need. He had discarded his signature glasses a while ago so you got a rare opportunity to appreciate his brown eyes. It was a shame, really. Nanami was a handsome man already, but his glasses hid his eyes from the world. They were angular and sleek, just like the rest of him. And now they were trained on you, with a slight questioning look.

A blush rose to your cheeks as he caught you staring in the midst of your dirty thoughts.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

You looked away, body hot, “Yeah I think I'm just burning out from the non-stop work we've put in and it's kind of warm in here.” It was summer, so it was a believable lie.

“I see. You can take a break if you'd like. Fresh air might help.” He said and went back to looking at the paper he was holding.

You couldn't help the disappointment you felt. You had caught Nanami looking at you on more than one occasion but it never went beyond exchanged glances. You wanted him and you were pretty sure he wanted you too. But how to get him to admit it?

You decided to tease him a bit.

You unbuttoned your shirt a little bit, just enough for some cleavage to show but not enough to be obvious and then you walked over to Nanami. He did a double take as you walked over, hips swaying a little more than they normally do.

“What are you do–”

He was cut off when you leaned over him to open the window, a warm breeze instantly flowing into the room. You stayed like that for a second, closing your eyes and sighing as the breeze moved across your chest and also to give Nanami a few seconds to appreciate how round and plump your ass looked in your skirt and to see the cleavage that was now much more visible due to you being bent over.

When you opened your eyes you saw his were wide and his mouth was partially open, admiring your figure. When you pulled back to stand up he cleared his throat and put his papers on his lap, face red as he looked away from you.

You couldn't help the smirk that painted your face, “Are you okay, Nanami?” repeating the innocent question he asked you earlier.

“Yeah it's just....I think the work and heat are also getting to me.” He still wasn't looking at you and you thought you noticed his legs spread a little wider.

“I see...maybe you should also take a break?” You colored the question with a sultry tone, “here, I can finish the paperwork you're working on.” you bend down, tits directly in his line of sight, to reach for the papers on his lap when he quickly grabs your wrist.

“No, y/n. That's okay. I can finish this. You should go back to the books and see what else you can find about the curse.” He's trying so hard to be a gentleman and not stare directly at your cleavage but you see him steal a couple of glances, his grip tightening on your wrist.

You smile, “Are you sure Nanami? I don't mind helping you.” And your hand lightly travels up his outer thigh as you reach for the papers once more. Before you can grab them or he can further restrain you, a strong breeze blows in, flipping the papers over and blowing some away. It's then that you realize why he was so insistent. He's rock hard.

The bulge in his pants is large. You didn't realize Nanami was so well-endowed. Your pussy immediately pulsed upon seeing it and your mouth watered.

Nanami groaned and threw his head back, hiding his face with his arm and covering his bulge once more with the papers, “I'm sorry y/n. Please forget you saw anything. It's late and I'm tired and–”

You cut him off before he could continue, “I said I don't mind helping you didn't I? And plus,” you got down on your knees as he looked at you with a shocked face, “I think we could both use a break and I can't think of a better way to spend it.”

You were kneeling between his legs as he was seated in his chair, running your hands along his thighs, hungry to taste him in your mouth.

He looked at you for a second before responding, “Are you sure? We don't have to it–”

His words were cut short again by your hands running over his clothed length.

He groaned.

“I'm very very sure Nanami I've been wanting you for a while.”

He looked down at you with those angular brown eyes, “if we're gonna do this then we're gonna do it right.”

At that he picked you up and put you on his lap, so that you were straddling him and looking down into his eyes, just like you were fantasizing about earlier.

He pulled your head to him and kissed you deeply. Tongue licking your bottom lip, asking for entry to explore your mouth, tongue dancing around your own when you opened for him. You kissed each other sloppily, his firm hands kneading the fat of your ass and your fingers brushing through his hair. You couldn't help the moans that came out.

He trailed kisses down your jaw and neck and over your collarbone, traveling further down until he got to the top of your cleavage.

“Did you unbutton your shirt earlier?” He asked.

You giggled, “Yeah. I was hoping you would notice when I walked over to open the window.”

He gave a breathy laugh, “Naughty girl.” And he ripped the rest of the buttons off your shirt, making you gasp as he planted kisses over your breasts and taking your bra off at the same time until your nipples were exposed.

“So beautiful. Just like I imagined.” He massages one with his hand while he put the other in his mouth and twirled his tongue around it.

You gave a breathy sigh as you watched his strong hand play with your breast and his mouth lick circles around your nipple, “like you imagined?” You asked.

He detached himself from your nipple with a pop and moved to the other one, “of course. I've imagined doing this to you plenty of times.”

You knew it.

Your vindication was short-lived as he started grinding you onto his erection. The sudden simulation to your clit sending a jolt of pleasure to your core and causing you to moan.

“Mm your moans are so sweet to hear. I want more.” And he lifts you up, placing you on the table a few feet away. He bends over you to kiss you more. His lips are intoxicating. He moves them so expertly against you, the pulse in your pussy is going faster now and you desperately want some kind of stimulation.

As if Nanami can sense what you need, he starts pulling your skirt and leggings down, leaving you in nothing but your panties. He sees the wet spot and palms himself through his pants, “fuck you're so wet already.”

You don't even have time to respond before he kisses you over your panties, drawing out more moans, “mmm Nanami that feels good.”

“yeah? I can make it feel even better.”

And at that he slips your panties to the side and starts sucking on your clit, slipping two fingers in you. His fingers stretch you so deliciously, and the way he moves his tongue in circles on your clit had you moaning even louder, hands squeezing your own tits for more stimulation.

He curled his fingers and hit that sweet spot inside of you, moving them in time with his tongue on your clit and you could feel the pleasure building in you. You started to run your fingers through his hair, holding him to you as you rocked against his tongue.

The sounds of him sucking on your clit filled the room, he was eating you out so eagerly, like he hasn't eaten in days. The ministrations of his fingers inside of you had you clenching your thighs around his head.

“Oh Nanami fuck fuck I'm close oh shit.” you whined.

He continued his pace, palming himself through his pants to relieve some of the pressure. He was so hard it hurt but he wasn't the type to get off before a woman, especially not the first time.

“Cum on my fingers y/n and then I'll give you something bigger.” He moaned into your clit as you began bucking your hips and clenching around his fingers. You couldn't help the lewd sounds coming out of your mouth as you came. It was like a rope snapped in your abdomen and pleasure flooded your veins, feeling the rush and release as juices dripped out of you and covered Nanami’s hand. When he was satisfied you were done he took his fingers out of you and popped them in his mouth, tasting you, “you taste so fucking good y/n.” He was still palming his dick through his pants but it wasn't enough. Seeing you so overcome from your orgasm was making his dick twitch, he could feel the wet spot from his precum sticking to his thigh. He needed you. Now.

“Are you ready for something bigger?” He bent over and looked you in the eyes, his pupils blown so wide you could barely see the beautiful brown that normally outlined them.

“Yes please Nanami. I want you.” You said breathlessly.

“Good girl.” And he undid his belt and zipper to let his cock out. You sat up to look at it, god it was beautiful. Veiny with a slight curve upwards. You decided you needed him in your mouth first.

“Wait let me taste you. Please” you look at him, a hunger in your eyes.

He looked at you and hesitated but eventually gave in, “Go ahead.”

You smile and get on your knees in front of him, once again marveling at his girth and length before you drag your tongue from the base all the way to his tip, making him groan.

You plant light kisses around the top before finally taking him into your mouth, he tastes divine, slightly salty from the precum that had been leaking out of him.

“Ah fuck your pretty little mouth feels so good.” And he tangles his hands in your hair.

You begin to move your head, bobbing back and forth on his dick and swirling your tongue around his tip. His moans above you spur you on, ignoring the way his dick hits the back of your throat and stretches your lips. You moaned on his cock thinking about what it would feel like inside of you.

Before you could do more though he pulled out of you and you looked up.

“I need to fuck you. Now.”

The growl in Nanami’s voice, the authority with which he gave you that command had you up on your feet immediately.

He wasted no time turning you around and bending you over the desk, “spread your legs.” He ordered.

You complied, and with one hand he guided his dick to your folds, rubbing the tip around your slick entrance.

“And you're sure you want this?” He asked.

“God Nanami if you don't fuck me right now I swe–”

Now it was your turn to be cut off with the hard thrust he gave to bottom out in you. Your sentence devolved into a scream of pleasure. The slight pain of him stretching you was eclipsed by the absolute pleasure of how full you felt and from him immediately hitting that spot inside you that had you cumming earlier.

He stayed still for a second to let you adjust.

“Oh fuck.” You moaned.

“Mm. I'm gonna start moving now.” And he slowly rocked his hips in and out, as it got easier he picked up his speed.

“Fuck your pussy feels fucking amazing.” He groaned.

“God yes this feels so good.” You moaned back.

He was fucking you in long thrusts, using his hips to angle himself every time he bottomed out to hit that spot that made you moan loudly.

You could hear his balls slapping against you with each thrust combined with the squelching sound of your pussy. God it felt so fucking good you'd been dreaming about this. About having him. So many nights you wondered what his cock would feel like in you and now you're getting fucked better than you ever have in your life.

Nanami’s thrusts started getting harder and you moaned, “Oh fuck Nanami you're so deep it feels so fucking good.”

He groans in response, “Yeah you're taking me so well. So well.”

He wraps an arm around your hips and leans over, pushing a palm to the middle of your back to arch you even more. At this angle he's fucking right into your sweet spot.

You yell out his name, “Nanami!! Na-na- oh fuck I'm gonn–I’m gonna cum fuck.” Your legs start shaking as he fucks you faster, clearly close to his own climax.

“Oh fuck. Yes. Cum for me y/n.” He grunts out. Trying to keep his own orgasm at bay.

You reach down and start rubbing your clit and it quickly leads to your undoing.

After a few more thrusts you're climaxing. Wave after wave of pleasure rolling through your body and you can't help the pornographic noises you're making. You're clenching and milking his dick as he works you through your orgasm. His name tumbling out of your mouth as your body is wracked and you see stars. He continues fucking you through your orgasm, prolonging it and keeping you moaning but his hips start to stutter.

“Ah fuck y/n I'm going to cum. In or out?” Nanami's breath is heavy and fast, sweat dripping down his forehead as he tries his best to wait for your answer.

You're still riding the aftershocks of your orgasm but in your dazed state you tell him to cum inside you.

“Oh fuck that's a good girl.” And with a few more sporadic thrusts you feel Nanami tense behind you, his grip on your hips tightening as he shoots his load directly into you, a mix of both of your orgasms threatening to leak out of you.

You both stay like that for a second. Nanami's arm around you is the only thing keeping you up right now otherwise you'd surely keel over. Once he's caught his breath he slowly pulls out, the smell of sex and sweat is thick in the air.

Your head is still laying on the table, drool running from your mouth. You've never been this fucked out in your life.

“Y/n, are you okay?” He asks gently.

You can't help but giggle. That question is what got you into this situation.

You hum, “yeah I'm fucking fantastic actually.”

He laughs. “Here.” And he gently pulls you both back into the chair so you're sitting on his lap, head against his chest.

His face is flushed and sweaty and his hair is a mess. You're sure you look no better. It's the first time you've ever seen Nanami look disheveled, he's always so formal and put together. It's a nice side of him to see.

He once again catches you looking at him, “you sure you're okay?” He asks again.

You laugh, “yes I'm fine. I was just thinking it's nice to see this side of you. You don't usually let your hair down very much.” To emphasize your point you run your hands through his hair.

He's quiet for a second, “Yeah. I mean being a jujutsu sorcerer is a job and I treat it as such.”

“Mm. I suppose. But it is nice to see you without your glasses on. You should take them off more often.”

He gives you a quizzical look, “My glasses? Why?”

“You have pretty eyes. It's nice to see them.” You state matter of factly.

All you hear him say is a quiet, oh but the blush that rises to his cheeks doesn't escape you.

“Well,” you sigh and make to get off his lap, “break time is over, we should get back to work. I know how much you hate working overtime so the sooner we finish the better.”

You're putting your close back on and Nanami gets off the chair.

“We should get back to work but, I don't mind working overtime if it's with you.”

At his words you look at him, and his brown eyes are gazing at you fondly.

“Oh.” You couldn't help the blush that painted your cheeks even though you just got fucked senseless by this man.

“Maybe tomorrow if we finish up early, we could go to dinner.” He suggested.

“Yeah, that would be nice.” You smile at him.

“Good. And even if we don't finish early we could still take a...break to have dinner.” and you can sense the double meaning in his words.

“Ooh I would like that very much Mr. Nanami.” And you grab his tie to pull him in for a kiss before walking back over to your work, swaying your hips just a little more than usual.

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joeys-babe · 4 months

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Joey B Imagines: The Best of My Love

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Summary: A sweet Valentine's Day surprise trip from your boyfriend Joe turns into one of the most important days of your life.

(Part one to - Part 2)

Warnings: pure sickening fluff

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

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February 13th, 2024

(y/n’s pov)

Waking up on the day before Valentine’s Day alone in bed is never fun, especially when it's just 4 days after Joe and I’s 7th anniversary as a couple. The reason the day before was special was that Joe and I were celebrating today, Joe said he was super busy tomorrow with foundation stuff and we needed to celebrate today.

Joe had already told me last night that he was still going to work out this morning but instead would opt for our home gym. Still, the last thing I'd want to do is bother him.

Spending the alone time wisely, I didn't stay in bed too long and took a relaxing shower. Afterward, I did my normal skincare routine and put some light makeup on.

Once that was finished the next step was slicking my hair back into a tight bun and getting dressed.

As of right now, Joe and I don't have plans to leave the house so I put some leggings on and grabbed my favorite one of Joe’s sweatshirts, and put it on.

It was his pink Nike sweatshirt that was my favorite one ever since I hugged him when he wore it for the first time. It was so soft so I've been stealing it out of his laundry since.

After brushing my teeth and making the bed, I went downstairs to make breakfast.

To my surprise, when I walked into the kitchen there was already a whole spread of breakfast foods on a longboard charcuterie-style.

My heart warmed as I looked at the collection of baked goods, savories, and different juices.

When I picked up a blueberry muffin there was a white envelope underneath it.

I put it down for a second to quickly pour a glass of pink lemonade.

Picking it up to read the front a smile spread on my lips when it said “Joe” with a little heart.

I quickly opened the envelope and pulled the small note card out.

Happy Valentine's, Baby!

I'm probably still working out as you're reading this (gotta have big muscles to fight off guys that hit on you). But anyway… how'd I know that you were going to get a blueberry muffin out of all that food I put out?? I'll tell ya. It's because I know you like the back of my hand. I'm gonna guess right now that you're going to pick strawberry lemonade out of all of the drinks I put out.

This isn't the first little surprise either, I've got lots of things up my sleeves and in my pockets to make today the best Valentine's Day ever.

The best of my love, Joey

The little note had me smiling from ear to ear and I was so deep in a trance that I didn't hear Joe behind me. I jumped when two strong arms wrapped around my waist from behind but the familiar laugh coming from behind put me immediately at ease.

“Startle ya?” - Joe

“My gosh, Joe! Yes!” - you

I turned around in his arms and placed my hands on his chest, looking up into his gorgeous blue eyes.

“Did I guess right?” - Joe smiled

Nodding my head in the direction of my muffin and glass of pink lemonade I grinned as Joe’s cheeks deepened a shade of red.

“You know me so well.” - you

“Well, I hope that I know you a little bit after seven years together.” - Joe laughed

“Seven years is a long time…” - you

“It is, isn't it? Does it ever surprise you that we have lasted this long?” - Joe

“Oh gosh no. You're my best friend, can't live without you. Does it ever surprise you?” - you

“No. The rest of my life is with you.” - Joe grinned

I jokingly scoffed and Joe’s face turned to confusion.

“Not officially, last time I checked my left hand was empty.” - you held your bare left hand in front of his face

Joe’s lips formed a straight line as he glared at me. His facial expression made me giggle before I leaned in to kiss is soft lips.

“I’m kidding, Joe. You know I seriously don't care if and when it happens.” - you

“If?! What do you mean if it happens?! It's sure as hell going to happen, I don't care if it's the last thing I do. Who knows, it might be happening sooner than you think.” - Joe

“You said that last Valentine’s.” - you laughed

“Oh, whatever. I have to go shower but expect another surprise in a few minutes.” - Joe

“Ok…” - you

Joe kissed my cheek and unwrapped his arms from me. I couldn't help but watch him walk away because of how borderline delicious he looked wearing his cut-off Nike top with shorts.

Just as Joe was out of my sight the doorbell rang. Woah he wasn't joking, I thought.

I immediately walked to the door and thanked the delivery man after he handed me the substantial bouquet of beautiful red roses.

There was a vase that was my go-to for when Joe got me flowers but after a quick analysis, I came to the realization that there was no way they would all fit.

After placing them on the counter I was examining the huge arrangement when I realized there was yet again another small white envelope.

What it said was short but so sweet, making my heart swell even more.

For our one-month anniversary a few weeks short of seven years ago, I gave you a singular red rose. Here’s eighty-four roses for every month you've been my girl.

The best of my love, Joe

He must be in a sentimental nostalgic mood this Valentine's because though Joe is secretly a raging romantic, I've never seen him go to such great lengths as this.

When I went to put the card back in its stand, it fell and I realized there was writing on the back as well.

P.S. Go get my card from my wallet, a new nail set on me. There's a surprise waiting for you there, and maybe a few more afterward…

What is this man up to??

I went upstairs, and grabbed Joe’s card before grabbing my purse, putting shoes on, and heading to my favorite nail salon.

When I arrived the front desk lady offered me a warm smile and I sent one right back.

“Miss y/n! We've been expecting you. Go ahead and head back.” - Lady

“I don't have to pick a color?” - you

“Your boyfriend prepicked a color, nail type, and everything. You're all set!” - Lady

“Oh okay! Thanks!” - you

As soon as I walked over to my go-to station I noticed a familiar face already sitting there.

“Aubrey?!” - you

“Hey girl!” - Aubrey jumped up

Aubrey was my roommate at Ohio State and has been my best friend ever since. She had moved to California after college to pursue her career as a doctor.

“What are you doing in Cincinnati?” - you hugged her

“Mmm, a certain someone invited me down here…” - Aubrey smiled

“Joe?” - you smiled, immediately thinking about Joe’s letter on your roses

“Maybe.” - Aubrey smirked

“What is he up to?! Do you know? He's been acting so… romantic today.” - you laughed

“Hard to tell. I don't know what he's up to, but he has a nail request that he's also paying for so let's get down to business.” - Aubrey

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A couple of hours later I had nice oval French tips and Aubrey got solid sage green coffin nails.

We went up to the counter and I handed the lady Joe’s card. She smiled up at me and gave me a wink.

“Your boy has taste.” - Lady

“That he does.” - you giggled and looked at your nails

She laughed as she handed me the card back but she held up a finger telling me to wait. I watched the woman reach under the counter to retrieve yet another white envelope.

When she handed it to me I couldn't help but gasp and quickly rip it open to see what was inside. It was a note and read…

Go down to Kroger with Aubs and get your favorite road trip snacks… you'll need it. ;)

I hope you like your nails, I tried my best to explain what I wanted.

The best of my love, Joe.

Aubrey was reading the note along with me over my shoulder and when we were both done we looked at each other with wide eyes.

You didn't know of course, but Aubrey has known Joe’s plan for weeks so she knew this was happening.

“Aubrey what the heck is he doing?! - you

She just shrugged so I thanked the front desk lady and practically sprinted to the car with Aubrey.

“I’m so confused.” - you

“I know just as much as you, let's get to the store to get your snacks though.” - Aubrey

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I tried to make the Kroger trip as quick as possible because all I wanted was to get back home to Joe and find out what was going on.

Aubrey asked me to drop her off at the hotel she was staying at since she got an Uber to the nail salon.

After dropping her off, I headed straight for home.

“Joe!” - you called out as you made it through the front door

“Upstairs!” - Joe

I practically ran up the stairs and into our bedroom.

When I did, my heart stopped when my eyes scanned the room.

There were probably over 30 heart-shaped balloons that had floated up to the ceiling and multiple huge bags sitting on our made bed.

Joe was standing to the side of the room looking incredibly cute in his usual sweatpants and t-shirt combo while he wore a bashful grin.

“What is all of this?” - you

“Just another step in my master plan of putting this year's Valentine's Day down in history.” - Joe

I walked up to him and immediately pulled him into my embrace, my head on his built chest as we rubbed each other's backs.

“What are you up to Mr?” - you smiled

“You’ll see. Open your gifts!” - Joe grinned

Walking over to sit on the bench in front of the bed, Joe handed me the first gift bag.

We grinned at each other as I pulled the tissue paper out of the bag. It revealed a shoe box that said “UGG” and I immediately gasped.

They were the Tasman’s that I had been wanting for a while. I had briefly mentioned them when another WAG had them on and I complimented them, turns out Joe was paying attention.

“Thank you! They're so cute.” - you

“You’ll be needing them later today, you know something comfy. And speaking of comfy…” - Joe handed you another bag

I removed the tissue paper and a cute sweat set was revealed.

“Pastel orange, Joe?” - you giggled

“Orange looks good on you!” - Joe

“You’ve said that multiple times, honey.” - you

Joe just smiled at me and took the empty bags off the bed to put them in a pile by the door. He also grabbed the UGG box and sweat set to neatly stack them on the bench in front of the bed.

“Why are you waiting? Open your last gifts, baby!” - Joe

“I’m waiting for you Mr. to tell me which one to open!” - you

“This one.” - Joe grabbed a bag and handed it to you

I reached down into the bag and my fingertips brushed against a smaller box. Giving Joe a skeptical look, he returned my look with a sweet smile.

When I finally looked down inside my heart stopped when I noticed the familiar Cartier packaging.

“Joe… what did you do? This was probably so expensive.” - you

“Stop that, I love spending my money to spoil you. You know that. Just open it.” - Joe

His gaze was convincing so I took the box into my hands and flicked the lid off.

They were the most gorgeous earrings I'd ever seen. The White Gold, Diamond LOVE earrings.

“Joe… they're beautiful.” - you

“Yeah? Do you like ‘em? They're the matching earrings to the bracelet I got you for Christmas. I've had ‘em since them but I didn't give them to you at the same time to avoid ‘you spend too much on me’ speech.” - Joe

“If you keep it up with the white gold and diamonds Imma be more shiesty than you.” - you giggled

“That’s 100% my plan. Gotta keep my girl iced out.” - Joe grinned

I walked forward and immediately wrapped my arms around my boyfriend.

“I love you so much. Thank you so much for everything.” - you kissed his lips

“Aye not so fast. You've got one more gift.” - Joe

Joe unwrapped one of his arms from my waist and reached into the final gift bag. He pulled out a white envelope and smiled brightly when he handed it to me.

“Saved the best for last.” - Joe

“Better than those earrings?! Did you get me a puppy??” - you

“No! No puppy.” - Joe laughed

I backed away from him to open it and my mouth dropped open when I pulled out two plane tickets.

“Where are we going??” - you

“Read the tickets.” - Joe

My eyes frantically searched the tickets and I slapped Joe’s arm out of pure excitment when the destination of my dream getaway was printed on the sheet of paper.

“Shut up! I’m going to Portofino?!” - you yelled

“You’re going to Portofino, Italy!” - Joe

I practically lept at Joe and wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck.

“Thank you! Thank you!” - you yelled into his neck

A thought popped into my mind that made my heart sink and I pulled away from Joe’s neck to confirm or deny my disappointing thought.

“Wait… you're going with me, right?” - you

“Yes, baby. I'm going with you.” - Joe laughed

“Yay! My dream vacay with my favorite person ever.” - you smiled

“Are you excited?” - Joe

“Am I excited?! Joe, I'm ecstatic! I've been dreaming about going there since I was in high school. I can't wait to mark this one off my bucket list… especially with you.” - you

“Good. I'm happy to be there with you.” - Joe

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“Do you have everything packed??” - Joe

“Yup!” - you

I rolled my suitcase out of the closet and into our bedroom where Joe was sitting on the bed waiting.

“I was going to pack everything for you… but I realized I can't pack everything you need, cause I have no idea.” - Joe

Laughing at him as I wheeled the suitcase to him, I quickly came up with a response.

“You can't pack it but you can use those muscles to carry it to the car.” - you winked

Joe grinned as he flexed his arms, I had to hype him up and it never failed to surprise me with how deep the blush went.

He left the room shortly after to take my suitcase down to the car and I did a final walkthrough of the house to make sure all lights were off, we had everything we needed, and nothing was left running.

When I finally got outside the site of Joe headbanging slowly while biting his lip through the front glass of the car made me internally giggle as I rounded the side and plopped in the front passenger seat.

“Do we have to listen to Kid Cudi?” - you

“I thought you liked him?” - Joe

“I do. But we listen to him all of the time.” - you

“Fine. You pick.” - Joe sighed and handed you his phone to play a song on Spotify.

Naturally, I pulled up my go-to playlist and shuffled it. The first song that played was Nat King Cole’s “L-0-V-E”.

I of course was yelling along the lyrics while Joe just shook his head with a playful grin.

“This song is boring.” - Joe

“You think so? It reminds me of us.” - you

“Why? Because it's boring? Are you calling us boring?” - Joe

“No, you goofball. Because it says ‘love was made for me and you’ and I think that it was.” - you

“I think it was too.” - Joe grinned and laced your fingers with his

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“Was that whole playlist just old love songs? Or are you in a vintage gushy mood?” - Joe

I thought back to the songs that had played previously…

Can’t Take My Eyes off You by Frankie Valli, Everybody Loves Somebody by Dean Martin, Everlasting Love by Natalie Cole…

“Uhm… yes.” - you

“Yes, to which one, baby?” - Joe laughed

“Both!” - you

“Did I put you In a gushy love song mood?” - Joe

“Yeah… maybe you did. You've been so romantic today.” - you

Joe grinned at me while he squeezed my hand and the next time we were at a red light he leaned over to kiss me.

“I have a feeling that every trip we take from here on out isn't going to top this.” - Joe

“I already know they're not! I'm so excited. Thank you so much, Joe.” - you

“You’re so welcome, but just wait till you see what I have planned throughout the trip.” - Joe

“Ok, I still can't believe you planned a whole International trip with your homebody ways, Joseph Lee.” - you

“I didn't do it by myself. I got help from a lot of people. My mom helped, Aubrey, some guys on the team, your parents, and maybe or maybe not the team’s travel advisor.” - Joe

“Baby, that's so sweet.” - you

“It needs to be perfect…” - Joe sighed

“I think it will be. Can I ask you something?” - you

“Yup.” - Joe

“Why’d you get my nails done?” - you

“Uhm… because we're probably going to take pictures and you had said multiple times your old set was busted. Thought you might want to get new ones.” - Joe

I reached over and put my hand on Joe’s arm, lightly scratching his skin with my nails while I smiled brightly at him.

“I love you.” - you

“I love you too, babe.” - Joe

——

We arrived at the airport and to my confusion someone was there to escort us. The tall male with a bodyguard build led us through an area adjacent from the regular airport and before I knew it Joe and I were standing in front of a jet.

“What did you do?!” - you

“Wanna fly in a private jet?” - Joe grinned

After we handed our bags and suitcases to part of the crew, I was standing there astounded so Joe took my hand and guided me up the steps.

“This is incredible… how much did this cost to fly us there?” - you frowned slightly

“My love, money is not something we have to worry about.” - Joe winked with a cocky grin on his lips

I had changed into my sweat set, UGGs, and put my new earrings in before we left the house and I swore sometimes I would catch Joe’s eyes lingering to the substantial diamonds on my ears.

Eventually, we made it inside the jet and it was even nicer inside than it was outside. The lighting was warm and the leather seats were astonishing.

“You like it?” - Joe

“I love it, and I love you.” - you pecked Joe’s cheek

Joe put a hand on the small of my back and gently moved me in the direction of a chair.

After sitting down, Joe took his spot across from me, a table in between us and I propped my feet up on his lap.

He slipped my UGGs off and gently put them on the floor before he started massaging my feet.

It was the little things that Joe did that made me praise him for being the best boyfriend ever, and he never failed to hold himself to that title.

“You comfy?” - Joe

“Very.” - you smiled

“We have a long ride ahead of us so hopefully we can take a nap at some point.” - Joe

I nodded and the flight attendant walked over to us to explain a few things. Due to the fact Joe is an avid hater of PDA I was expecting Joe to drop my foot when she walked over, but he didn't. He listened to her intently as he continued rubbing small comforting circles on my foot.

Joe had a few questions about the lunch and dinner menu but eventually, she walked away.

“You have absolutely spoiled me today, I don't know how it can get much better.” - you

“Just you wait.” - Joe winked

——

February 14th, 2024 - *Actual* Valentine's Day

When we finally arrived in Portofino it was early morning the next day, Joe and I were pretty exhausted.

Despite being jet-lagged and tired, the drive to the Airbnb was absolutely beautiful.

The different colored buildings and the water were some of the most breathtaking sites I'd ever laid eyes on. I had to look back at Joe who was sitting next to me in the back of the car just to verify he could see it too.

“It's beautiful…” - you

“It is, isn't it?” - Joe smiled

He was so in love with you, so obsessed with pleasing you that he’d do anything just to see that twinkle in your eye when you see something you love. When you looked back at him he saw that twinkle and he hoped that it wasn't just coming from the gorgeous surroundings, but also because of him.

You were still looking out of the car window but suddenly he felt a hand on his thigh. When he looked down he saw your fingers making grabby motions and when he laced his fingers with yours, they were at ease. Even with the view in front of you, you still reached for him behind.

The Airbnb was even more breathtaking. Joe, in the most broken Italian accent I'd ever heard, told me it was called the Baia degli Ulivi.

It was a pretty pink color with forest green shutters and a beautiful balcony view.

Joe and I sat our bags down when we got inside because he said he wanted to show me around.

I could tell that Joe was proud of himself for picking such a ravishing place for us to stay.

He was so adorable as he walked around the house and pointed out little things he liked on the Airbnb app when he looked at pictures.

My favorite part was when he was super proud to show me the bathroom because…

“It has a fucking bidet!” - Joe pointed

He was looking equal parts intrigued and proud but I couldn't help but bust out laughing at his exclamation.

“There’s my goofy boy. You've been so romantic the past two days that I've kinda missed the goober side of you.” - you

“Trust me, it’s never gone sometimes it just gets overpowered by another side of me.” - Joe grinned

“C’mon Joey, let’s go take a nap.” - you

——

A few hours later, meaning like six, we woke up at one o'clock and decided to venture out of the house.

Joe had an itinerary on his phone that he pulled up while we were still lying in bed cuddling.

“Wanna go to a castle?” - Joe

“A Castle?! Yes!” - you

“Okay, we can get dressed and go to the Castello Brown before we head to lunch.” - Joe

“Is that the name of it?” - you

“Mhm.” - Joe nodded

“I can't believe I'm here with you right now. This is my dream come true, Joe. Thank you for everything, you're the best boyfriend a girl could ask for.” - you

“I love you.” - Joe kissed your forehead

——

Soon we were walking through the castle grounds hand in hand.

There was this one particular painting that I walked away from Joe to take a picture of, and when I turned around I was met with the sight of Joe holding his phone up taking a picture of me. He never fails to make me feel like the most loved woman on that planet.

We continued walking to the top where there was a beautiful view of the water. Our hands were laced together as I laid my head on Joe’s shoulder, and he laid his against mine.

The moment was amazing, everything just felt so surreal and magical. After everything Joe went through with football last season and all of the obstacles we've faced, it felt like they all disappeared.

I was so focused on Joe and the view that I flinched when there was a tap on my shoulder. When I turned around it was an older woman and what seemed to be her husband standing next to her.

“Sorry to bother but you two are just so adorable and remind me of my husband and I when we were young. I took a nice picture of you guys, do you want it?” - Lady

She showed Joe and me the picture and we both looked at each other with a large grin. You could see the love radiating off of us.

“Yes! Here I'll give you my number. I'm y/n and this is my boyfriend Joe.” - you smiled

“I’m Linda and this is my husband Ben. How long have you guys been together?” - Linda

“Seven years.” - you answered

“Wow, that's a long time! We've been together for 35. We got together as 15-year-olds in high school.” - Linda

“That’s so sweet. What are you guys doing in Italy?” - you

“Revisiting the place we got engaged for Valentine's Day. What about you two young’un’s?” - Linda

“Aww. This is my dream vacation place so Joe surprised me for Valentine’s Day.” - you

“That’s a good man you have.” - Ben nodded

“I know. He's my best friend.” - you grinned at Joe

We talked to Linda and Ben for a little longer before I offered to take a picture of them just like Linda had done with me and Joe.

They agreed and posed with smiles plastered on their faces.

Linda and I exchanged pictures before we parted ways and Joe and I went to lunch.

It was a place that Joe again attempted to pronounce, named Trattoria Tripoli.

“It has 4.5 stars.” - Joe

That boy really did do some research.

While we were sitting and waiting for our food Joe made a little ring out of the straw paper and slid it onto my ring finger. It was a gesture he'd done for a long time almost at every restaurant we go to, but this time it felt different. More butterflies set off in my stomach than normal.

——

We spent the rest of the evening and afternoon at the Airbnb watching movies on the couch since it had been such a long day.

At around seven I told Joe I was getting in the shower and that he was welcome to join me but he passed on the offer and said he wanted to start unpacking instead.

The shower was amazing and the many different settings had me making a mental note to buy a new showerhead for the house.

After stepping out I wrapped a towel around my body and put my hair up in another one before leaving the bathroom to get a comfy outfit.

I was confused when I stepped into the bedroom and Joe wasn't there, his suitcase was still zipped up and hadn't moved spots since we had gotten here.

“Joey?” - you yelled

My eyes scanned the room one more time and paused on the bed.

There was a beautiful dress I couldn't recognize as one from my closet and on top of it was a white envelope.

I immediately grabbed it and ripped it open.

Put this on and meet me on the balcony, the final surprise of the night. (but not of the trip)

The best of my love, Joe.

Asking myself the question I've been asking myself for 48 hours straight once again, what is he up to?

A while later I had the dress slipped on, my hair fixed, and very light makeup on.

There were nervous butterflies in my stomach because I had no idea what Joe was going to do.

I took a final deep breath before I walked out of the bedroom and out to where the balcony doors were in the living room.

When I stepped outside my heart stopped.

The instrumental version of Turning Page started playing (specifically at the time stamp 1:40) and Joe stood at the end of an Isle lined with candles and rose petals. He was wearing a dark grey button-down shirt with dark-washed jeans and dress shoes.

“Joe… what are you doing?” - your eyes filled with tears

“C’mere, baby.” - Joe smiled

I slowly walked to Joe who was nervously rubbing his sweaty palms on the front of his pants.

Joe took my hands in his and took in a deep nervous shaky breath.

“y/n y/l/n, for as long as I can remember I've wished for a princess to be the woman next to me. When I was younger every wish I made on an eyelash, dandelion, shooting star, or birthday candle, was about love. You filled that void. I remember the first time I laid eyes on you back at Ohio State, I was so infatuated with you but I knew there was no way I would be able to get an actual goddess to get out with me.” - Joe

He paused to laugh with me while I wiped my tears until he forged ahead.

“I was so surprised that my embarrassingly awful tries at flirting with you worked. I didn't need tutoring that much by the way, I just really wanted to be with you any chance I got. It seriously didn't matter to me if I was at your dorm studying till two with an eight AM practice the next morning if it meant I was spending time with you. You've been the one consistent thing in my life since then that I know will always be with me through anything. y/n, you're the princess that I've been asking for my whole life. The most gorgeous, humble, kind, selfless princess there ever was. You understand me on a level that no one else is even capable of doing and there isn't a life that I picture for myself without you in it. I'll love you when we're old farts with dentures, stealing kisses at the family get-togethers to freak our grandkids out because I know the rest of my living is with you. y/n, your love is my turning page.” - Joe

Both Joe and I giggled at his use of a line from the song that was currently playing before he dropped one of my hands to help wipe the steady flow of tears falling from my eyes.

“That being said…” - Joe

Joe paused and let go of my hands. My crying only got harder when he dropped down onto one knee and pulled the light blue Tiffany box out of his pocket. He flicked the box open and the gorgeous diamond ring only made me cry harder.

“Will you marry me?” - Joe looked up hopefully into your eyes

My hands covered my face for a second just because of how surreal this moment was.

“Yes! Of course, I'll marry you, Joe.” - your cried

Joe lept up and immediately wrapped his arms around me.

I wrapped my arms around him as he picked me up and spun me around.

When Joe finally sat me down he slipped the ring onto my finger and grabbed the back of my neck to kiss me.

Out of all the kisses we've had over seven years, this one was my favorite.

“I love you so much.” - Joe hugged you tight

“I love you too.” - you

——

We were both back in bed now that things had died down, but we were both bubbling with excitement.

“You’re my fiance.” - you smiled at Joe

“We’re getting married.” - Joe grinned

“You say that like you didn't think we ever would.” - You

“No, I knew we would. It's just official now. I'm so glad I finally did it.” - Joe

“Me too, baby. Me too.” - you smiled

I cuddled into Joe’s chest more and found myself nuzzled into his neck.

“Do you like the ring?” - Joe

“I love the ring. It's like exactly what I had pictured. You're really good at picking things out for me, Joe.” - you

“I have never put so much thought into anything else in my entire life. It took me weeks to find the one I wanted to get for you because it had to be perfect.” - Joe

“You seriously did an amazing job. We need to talk about some things though.” - you

“Like what?” - Joe

“When and how we're going to tell people, if we're going to make it public…” - you

“Shhh. We can worry about that when we're in Ohio. Right now I just want to be with my gorgeous fiance, eat dinner, and go to pound town later.” - Joe

I giggled and wrapped myself around Joe, grateful to have such an amazing man in my life who would soon be my husband.

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Author’s note: on the ninth day of Christmas I gave you all the fluffiest fic ever. (part two with smut is coming guys don't worry)

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Bruce Wayne. 2

.⋆｡Batman’s Kryptonite｡⋆.

Bruce Wayne x plus size reader

Bruce works too hard but unluckily for him, you’re more stubborn than he is

Warnings: reader can be sunburnt, fluff, mentions of showering together, workaholic Bruce

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Bruce was nothing if not a hard worker. He continuously worked himself to the bone to keep everything afloat and for that, you really did admire him. He used his privilege to help so many people both in his day job and his night job but god did you find it hard to spend time with him.

His brain seemed fixated on his goals, even in the quiet moments where there was nothing to do. Nothing ever got his full attention, not even you, his loving girlfriend.

“How long has he been down here?” You crossed your arms over your chest as you observed Bruce who was currently hunched over his new project, blue eyes firmly fixated on the delicate wiring. Alfred sighed heavily through his nose.

“Since the moment he returned from the airport after dropping you off.” Your eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

“That-“ You took a deep breath in an effort to calm yourself down. “I knew a week long girl’s trip was too good to be true. I’ll take care of this, take a couple days off.” The older man nodded and left the cave with a fatherly squeeze to your shoulder.

As soon as you heard the elevator doors shut, you shed the thick cardigan and long sleeve shirt you were wearing, leaving you just in leggings (that Bruce absolutely went crazy for) and a thin undershirt that did little to disguise the colour of your bra. Your steps were light but not completely silent, it would do you no good to sneak up on the Dark Knight.

Even centimetres away, you could feel the tension in Bruce’s muscles, like he was wound up for a fight. He jumped only slightly as you laid your hands on his shoulder blades but he quickly eased into your tough, letting out a hum of acknowledgement. “Back early?”

“Actually, I’m right on time.” His hands faltered and you knew that his dark brows were pulled up like they always did when he was coming out of a work-related trance. The chair turned yet your hands never left his skin, now resting on his strong chest as he looked up at you. His pupils dilated, slowly overtaking the stunning blue of his irises as he took in your attire.

“Are you sure?”

You chuckled. “I have the sunburn to prove it.” He grunted, obviously not quite believing you, or he just didn’t want to admit that he hadn’t obeyed your suggestion of taking some time off when you were gone.

“You were supposed to come back on the fifth.” Bruce tried to argue as his eyes flicked back to his work. You knew that look, it was his ‘I want to end this conversation so I can get back to work’ but you knew exactly what to do to distract him.

“It is the fifth, my love. Maybe you need to take a break. How about coming upstairs with me and we’ll have a nice hot shower?” Your touch slowly migrated up his chest to his jaw and Bruce’s eyelids fluttered under the attention. But he just as quickly tensed up again, catching onto your game.

“Sorry sweets, I have work to do.” He attempted to turn his chair back around but you stepped between his spread legs, pinning him to the spot with your body.

Your bottom lip turned out into a truly award winning pout and you sniffed. “But I missed you baby, I just want to spend some time with you.” You could actually see his will beginning to crumble. One more step.

Tears filled your eyes. “Do you not want to spend time with me?”

He knew that they were crocodile tears but they tugged at the mass of guilt in his chest anyway. “Do not. I said no. Those puppy dog eyes don’t work every time. Fuck- fine.” Immediately, your tears disappeared and you beamed at him.

“Great! Maybe I’ll also show you the new bikinis I got on the trip.” Bruce groaned and let you pull him to his feet, abandoning his half-finished work.

“You are a cruel woman.” He complained as you dragged him to the cave’s exit. You looked back at your boyfriend with a wink.

“I just know Batman's kryptonite.” You teased and though he wouldn’t admit it out loud, Bruce wholeheartedly agreed. You definitely knew how to get him to fold.

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I’ve been having a hoon brainrot for the past 3 days

I JUST CANT FORGET ABOUT childhoodfriend!hoon walking in on you while you’re touching yourself in your childhood room you used to have sleepovers in

Him manhandling you bc you’ve been such a dirty girl for moaning his name like that omg my brain can’t take this

Childhood!bestie Hoon catches you

You are back home from uni on break summer break that is and in your hometown it could not be more hot. When you first come back you’re greeted by everybody your parents, younger sister, and a few of your friends including your childhood best friend sunghoon. And to say that the glow up hit him like a truck it definitely had you feeling weak in your knees when he smiled at you showing his fangs and a little dimple in one of his cheeks. ‘Welcome back babe missed you’ babe? He definitely got more flirty with you, oh man if he continued this you were not going to make it you fear. Not to mention you noticed the muscle that seemed to flex when you put your arms around him. It’s been 2 weeks since you came back, you and Hoon have been hanging out together all during that time and today was just another day or so you thought when you seen him in his garage lifting weights through your window. Of course this wasn’t the first time you’ve seen him work out but today something in you was telling you that it was different this time maybe it was the cut sleeve shirt or the basketball shorts that refused to hide anything he’ll maybe it was the sweat that dripped from his forehead and arms. He just looked so good today and so strong you wondered if his arms would flex while he was fucking you so deep? Your thighs pressing together just from seeing your childhood bestie work out panties becoming so wet.. oh gosh you needed to get a grip but how could you when he was looking so good you just wanted him right here in between his legs giving him the most delicious head? You couldn’t handle it anymore taking a last glance you walked over to your bed taking off your shorts and shirt leaving you in your matching white bra and panty set. Thank goodness your parents were not home today because the ache in your heat was getting stronger you needed to feel good. So you laid on your bed pushing your panties to the side feeling up and down your folds rubbing the slick all over your clit as lube teasing yourself you imagined your best friend on top of you kissing all over your body going down to your heat. ‘Oh my goodness yes’ keeping a good pace going you played with your entrance with your other fingers. Little did you know that same best friend was already waking through your door he finished his workout early due to a certain someone looking out the window practically almost drooling waking to to your room he stopped right in front of your door hearing a voice coming from it ‘Please Hoon need it so bad’ ‘Need you to fuck me faster harder’ you were moaning HIS name, something in him ticked he was getting hard he continued to listen and watch you finger your self. He was fully bricked up now after seeing you grab the teddy bear he gifted you a couple days back and start humping it ‘Oh yes! More hoonie need more.’ You on the other side had no clue he was outside your door until you heard ‘Damn baby if your gonna move like that at least do it in the real thing’ you froze and looked at him you wanted to move but couldn’t ‘Oh don’t stop now that I’m here please by all means continue wanna see you ride that bear cmon’ the fear left your body and you continued to move on the bear something about him watching was making you even more turned on and the bear was not helping so you climbed off of it and crawled to the side of the bed where he was at turning showing him everything wiggling your ass a bit ‘mmm hoonie don’t I look so pretty?’ Landing a smack to your ass and smoothing it the flesh turning a bit red ‘You do look pretty baby if you needed dick you should’ve called me instead you wanted to touch yourself thinking about me? So naughty I guess I’ll just have to teach you a lesson right love?’ Flipping you over and motioning you to get on your knees undoing his belt and pulling out his now fully hard member ‘Now suck slut.’

This was already getting so long so I cut it short sorry! As always feedback is always welcome and appreciated!! Love ya!!💕🫶🏼

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danikamariewrites · 4 months

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I just read your parapet fic with Xaden it was cute ! I think a part 2 would be adorable as the reader progresses and then evening gets her own room 😉

Parapet pt. 2 (SMUT)

Xaden x reader

A/n: this wasn’t going to be smut at first and then I couldn’t stop writing. Apologies if this is a lil rough I haven’t written smut in a few months

Warnings: fingering, p in v, orgasm denial, and fluff (also typos so sorry)

By the grace of he gods, and Xaden, you made it through every challenge thrown at you. You bonded a dragon. You won fights. You beat the Gauntlet. And best of all, Xaden was confiding in you.

Another perk was your own room. Meaning privacy. Hopefully for you and Xaden soon. Your alone time had been lacking. He was busy running missions for the secret rebellion while you were busy staying alive. Though you had asked Xaden if you could help he told you no.

“Your focus is to get through first year. Do that and then you can help me, baby.” He had told you. You didn’t want to see his point. You wanted to finish what your parents started. This isn’t just Xaden’s fight. You deserve to fight too.

It was Saturday night and you were sitting around waiting for him to come back to campus instead of having dinner with your friends. You’ve been in your room all day, not wanting to risk missing him.

A soft knock sounds on your door. You jump up from your desk chair rushing to open the door. At the sight of Xaden a giant smile breaks out on your face. Grabbing his hand you pull him into your room wrapping him in a bone crushing hug. It feels like you two haven’t seen each other in months.

Xaden kicks your door shut, dipping his head down to place his lips on yours in a deep kiss. You reciprocate, your tongue running across his bottom lip before taking it between your teeth, gently biting down. A growl sounds from his chest making you pull him closer to you.

“Gods I missed you,” he whispers against your lips. You whine, jumping to wrap your legs around Xaden’s waist. He squeezes your ass and walks you over to the bed. Xaden drops you down to take you in. You’re still clothed but he loves you in anything.

Propping yourself up on your elbows you bite your lip. Everything about him is just perfect. From those dark eyes to that perfectly sculpted body under that very attractive uniform. As much as you wanted to talk to him about helping the rebellion again, you can’t deny yourself of him right now.

Xaden peels off your shirt leaving your torso bare to him. His eyes linger on your relic that spans up your arm to the nape of your neck. He traces one of the swirls all the way up, bringing his hand to cup your cheek.

You never liked showing off your relic. Opting to wear long sleeves even in the summer time. Xaden softly moved your face so you are looking up into his dark sparkling eyes. “You are so perfect. Every single part of you.” He says sweetly. “You are too, baby.”

He dropped onto your bed, caging you in with his body. You grab his face, pulling him into a bruising kiss. One of his large hands cups your breast. Twisting your nipple, earning a moan from you. Your hands move up to his dark hair to tug on his short strands.

Xaden moves down to kiss and nip at your neck. Leaving marks across your throat like a necklace. His rough hands slide down your body, lightly tickling your sides. He grips your back forcing you to arch into him. “Wanna make you feel good sweetheart. Missed you. Missed this body.” He rasps out between breaths.

You practically rip his shirt in half while pulling it off him. Running your hands up his muscular arms a deep moan sounds from your chest as Xaden nips and licks in the right spot. “Fuck Xaden. Need you so bad.” “I know baby, I know.” He murmurs against your skin.

Pulling off your pants his fingers find your center. Xaden moans at how wet you are already. “All for me baby?” You nod vigorously against your pillow. Biting your lip you silently pray for him to just thrust his fingers into your pussy. Xaden collects your arousal, spreading it around your folds and up to your clit. He pushes down on the sensitive bundle, drawing tantalizingly slow circles. You buck your hips into his hand. Begging for more.

Finally, he brings two of his thick fingers back down to your entrance. Slowly pushing them in and curling them to hit that sweet spot that makes your head empty. Xaden knows your body better than you. He’s spent hours exploring you. Finding out what makes you moan and melt at his touch.

Just as you were about to reach the height of your orgasm Xaden slides his fingers from you. Your eyes fly open as you whine. Giving him a desperate look. He lets out a breathy chuckle, making quick work of his pants. At the sight of his long cock all complaints leave your brain.

Laying back down you smirk at him stroking his length. Spreading your legs wider, ready for him to use you. Xaden crawls up your body leaving small kisses up the valley of your breasts until he reaches your lips. Resting his forehead against yours he slightly smiles. “Think you’re ready for me, baby?” He taunts. “Gods yes.” You moan.

He lines himself up with your entrance, teasing you. Another desperate whine slips from your swollen lips. Xaden slides in. Grabbing your thighs he wraps your legs around him as he moves in and out of you. You could tell he was torn between taking his time pleasuring you and fucking you like a mad man.

You caressed his face trying to gain his attention. Xaden’s eyes never left yours as he grabbed your wrist pressing a kiss to your palm. “Don’t hold back Xa.” The words come out broken as you try to focus. He doesn’t need to be told twice.

Picking up his pace Xaden pounds into you. His cock hitting the spongy spot that makes you see stars. You feel your orgasm approaching quickly. Clawing at Xaden’s back you come around his cock, chanting his name like a prayer. He fucks you through your high until his moans get louder and louder until you feel his seed spilling into you.

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After you’re all cleaned up and taken care of Xaden has you in his arms. Your head rests on his chest as Xaden softly plays with your hair while his other hand traces small circles on your side. You softly kiss his jaw and he lets out a happy hum.

“Hey Xa,” you whisper. “Yeah baby?” You trace small circles on his chest as you work up the courage for what you want to say. “You know you don’t have to do everything yourself, right? This fight…I know your father led the rebellion but mine were part of it too. You’re not alone my love. Let me help.”

He gives you a loving look. Tracing your nose and softly tapping the tip. “I will think about it. How does that sound?” “Better than wait until next year.”

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transformation4life · 11 months

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Daddy Growth

"Become a real Daddy in minutes with Daddy Growth! Buy NOW!"

Those were the words that brought Dean to his local supermarket. Dean had been trying to bulk up for ages, but just couldn't no matter how hard he tried. The 22 year old was fresh out of college taking freelancing work in art and making it by but just barely. Dean was desperate for any quick solution to his muscle building problem and this product promised fast results he couldn't have driven faster to the supermarket than he already did.

"Is that all?" The cashier said to Dean as he put the bottle on the conveyor belt"

"Yea- WOAH!" Dean was shocked to see that the cashier was JACKED.

"Notice the guns? Pretty weird for someone like me to be working here yeah?" The cashier spoke with his deep voice

"Y-Yea.. a little... And how come they let you wear no shirt!" Dean was getting a little bit flustered as his attraction to guys was starting to show.

"Oh believe me, after this stuff came out dress codes got REAL lenient," He points at the bottle of Daddy Growth

"Wow... I didn't even really notice..." Dean twiddled with his thumbs.

"Don't worry about it, bud. Say... random question but are you a parent?"

"W-Wha? No... I'm only 22!" Dean was shocked to get asked that by a random person let alone a buff one.

"I see... yea good luck with that. Here's your bottle. Have a great day!" The man said with a wink giving Dean shivers.

Dean arrived home shortly after with the bottle in hand a little shaken by the whole experience, but was still determined this bottle will be the solution to all his problems. Dean carefully inspected the bottle instructions: Step 1: Open Bottle

Step 2: Drink bottle all at once

Step 3: Enjoy The Muscle!

Warning:sideeffectsmayincluderapidagingrealitychangingsuddenlybecomingaparentofabodybuildingsonlocationchangeandrealitychange

"Seems simple enough. I can't understand the warning though... Oh well!" Dean popped the bottle open and drank the whole thing in one chug.

"Damn... that was actually pretty refreshing... so now what..." Dean pranced around the room expecting something to happen but a couple minutes pass and nothing did.

"Is this a scam? Did i just spend 20 dollars on a drink? Hell why do I always fall for these kind of thi-" A jolt hit Dean as he clenched his head in pain.

Dean's body began to sweat at a rapid rate as his body began to grow. First to grow was his chest as they ballooned up into two massive clashing meat mounds with sweat adorning their surface. Next to change was Dean's stomach as a sexy set of abs popped in with the sweat making them glisten. Soon after Dean's arms became behemoths in size both having large biceps and triceps and... veins with an accompanying back widening and shoulders prop up! That marked the end of Dean's button up as a loud *rip* led the shirt to fall to the floor. As the shirt fell it was beginning to change. The buttons fell off as the sleeves rescinded and the shirts blue became a white with a black rim until it was the perfect bodybuilder tank top. Letter by letter the words "Better Bodies Gym Issues" appeared with the change finished right as it reached Dean's feet.

The top of Dean's body had their fun so it was the lower half was ready to grow with the thighs as thick as chickens and godlike status were already forming on his legs. Dean's feet growing by a couple inches whole too good thing he wasn't wearing any shoes. Unlike his shirt dean's bottoms held on pretty tightly before becoming elastic and breathable shorts as a direct cut sliced his pants right above his now thick knees as the rough material became more free. The leftover material wrapped around his feet becoming a nice pair of blue and black shoes with the laces tied tightly. Everything about Dean had changed besides his head, but not for long.

The main change began as Dean's body began to age. Wrinkles forming in the face and general gruffness that definitely didn't suit the 22 year old as he became someone in their late 40's as derek gained some stubble and his hair flattened and became slicked to the side with some gray hairs here and there as well. Dean couldn't speak through the whole ordeal as the pain in his body was too much, but it was finally over... right? WRONG

Dean's room morphed into a busy gym in a flash as the pain subsided little by little. Dean was able to snap back to reality as he now realized he wasn't in his room anymore and he was sweating like a bullet... on a workout bench? Dean couldn't even speak as a gold necklace with a cross wrapped itself around Dean's thick neck signifying the end of the changes.

"W-What... happened... to..." Dean couldn't process what just happened. How did he get at the gym and why did he feel sweaty.

Just then he felt something move. It was his new pecs... bouncing.

Dean looked down to see his new BIG and MEATY body in complete dumbfoundery. The drink actually worked. He became a "daddy"! Dean immediately stood up and flexed to the nearby mirror.

Dean looked great and he KNEW it. He did every bodybuilder thing under the book. Flexing, pec bouncing, and touching his muscles. the works and Dean loved every second of it. He felt like a new man!

The fun had to end though when someone walked up to Dean with a look that definitely wasn't friendly.

"Dean. What are you doing here?" It was a sterner older man not dissimilar to one Dean met at the store.

Dean wasn't sure what to say and just looked at the guy and spoke nothing.

"That's all you got to say to me? Your SON has been looking for you!" Wait... Son? Dean didn't have a son, let alone sex! How did he-

"Not to be rude sir, but I don't have a son I just drank this potion and-"

"Don't sir me, young man! I am your TRAINER. Now take off your tank top that shit is too sweaty to show your son!"

Dean not wanting to be rude to his "Trainer" reluctantly removed the tank top in order to satisfy him.

"Now put this on!" The trainer holding a tank with the word Evogen surrounded by stars.

Dean put it on and when he put it on he felt... comfortable in it. Almost like he's been wearing it for the past ten years. Like he...

Suddenly a whole slew of memories came flooding into Dean. Firstly being the 20+ years of life now under his belt, his years bodybuilding, and of course his son. Daniel. Dean always loved how the rascal took after him ever since he was young.

"Wait... no I don't-" Dean fought against the memories but when he saw the spitting image of his son in his mind dancing just like how Dean remembered he would, he felt at ease he somehow helped brought someone into this world.

Xander was a lot like his father. A bodybuilder and knew when to have fun. Dean was proud of him more than any father could ask for.

"Feel better now?" The trainer he now remembered as his longtime friend Ron.

"I'd say... yeah," Dean giving his pecs a firm lift.

And right on cue came Dean's just as big son.

"Hey pops," Xander was sweating from presumably a workout.

"Son! Good to see you! How's... Maria?" Dean randomly blurted out the name, but somehow knew it was related to his son.

"Oh, she's doing great! I'm so glad you were so accepting me being straight dad, you know how you can be sometimes?

"Know how I can be sometimes? What do you mean oh son of mine?" Dean said in a cocky manner before getting into a dance.

"That's what I mean dad! Anyways... ready to workout?" Dean almost already forgot he was supposed to be working out with his son.

Wait... what just happened? How did this all happen? Dean didn't realize that none of this was normal. First he become buff and older and not to mention has a child??? That's not normal in the slightest. Even with the new memories he still he had his old ones, the ones where he was skinny and scrawny and lived in a shoddy apartment, but he also had the memories of his kid and living in a big house. The mix of memories was getting to his head, and yet when he saw his new life and now body... he was fine with this. All this. He's never been a parent, but it won't hurt to try! And this BIG body is a huge bonus Dean can't complain at all. Now the real question is who did he fu-

"Dad? You good? We should head to the machines!" Xander looking at his father with confusion

"Oh! Sorry my boy, just lost in thought. Let's get to work!" Derek gave a confident flex to his son.

"Well I'll see you two later. Have fun!" Ron promptly left to help out other bodybuilders.

This new life was gonna be a bit hard for Dean to adjust to and Dean knew that and his old life was over but he was ready to start anew in exchange for this sexy body.

And so the new Dean waddled his way to the workout machines with his new son and looked as hot as hell doing it. He was a real Daddy now!

#male tf #muscle tf #mental change #mind change #reality change #bodybuilder tf #male transformation

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dokifluffs · 5 months

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Can we get Kageyama x Reader Domestic when he's in charge of taking care of his bb girl while Reader is on business trip 🥺🥺🥺💝

HEHEHEHEHE HEY LEXI HEHE i like this one.

note after writing: this is not a crumb. I repeat, this is not a crumb.

The house was in tatters

The sink was almost starting to overflow

in your and his daughter's room, the floor could barely be seen through all the clothes and toys littered all over the place

Kageyama slept peacefully, sprawled out from a mix of exhaustion but also bliss from getting to sleep in on his day off with no practice or games coming up

but it wasn't an entirely free day off

"dada." The little girl with raven hair like her father crawled onto the bed, pulling at the sheets, his legs, his pants, everything her two-year old little body could muster up to pull herself up

she of course gained success

but that was when kags half asleep, half awake, probably not even knowing what was happening, rose from his sleep and instinctively lifted her up and into his arms

She giggled going up all of a sudden and then was laid beside him as he hugged her in his long arms

she laid there for a bit, playing with the hem of his shirt sleeve, his arms before turning and playing with his face, pressing her little hands to his cheeks and his face

this went on for about 2 minutes before kags couldnt sleep anymore plus it was time to start his little girl's day

He yawned and sat himself up, sitting his little girl up too and grabbing the first thing he saw on the bed and handed it to her to keep her occupied while he quickly got himself ready for the day

"play with mama's volleyball plushie, D/N~" he nuzzled the back of his finger knuckle into her small, plump cheeks, a soft smile spreading on his lips just watching her for a moment

She played with it, grabbing the little limbs with her hands in her little crow pattern pajama, even losing balance sitting and rolling to her back with it, her hands still holding onto your plush

He was quick on his feet and now that he was a dad, knowing the mornings were a rush

he wasted no movements and got himself ready within 5 minutes and now it was time for his little girl's

"D/N~" he called as he went back to the bed, seeing his little girl rise to her feet on the bed, wobbly on the squishy surface. "Upsy daisy," he hoisted her up, her hands still holding onto your plush

He took his time, carefully washing her little face, moisturizing it but of course accidentally using a little too much lotion, which he then put onto his own face

Then took her back to her room to choose an outfit for today

Okay kags as a dad

The morning routine you had to teach him to do it in the correct steps and you made sure to watch him before leaving on your trip

Plus his fashion sense wasn't... the best..

the pictures you had been receiving recently had you worried about what others thought when he took her out on errands or just to play 🧎‍♀️ you didn't want people to think that you guys didn't care for your daughter

But today he chose simple black overalls with a red onesie to wear

At least, he learned from hinata, that the overalls should be put on over the sweater

But he was surprisingly good doing her hair

He put them into two little pigtails at her sides

his cooking skills were okay.. not the best but he was getting there with more experience

He occasionally stirred the miso soup while cooking the salmon and luckily

The rice had finished while everything else was just about done too

He took occasional glances to the living room to check on D/N, still seeing her coloring, somehow holding onto your plush still

He placed the dishes down on the kotatsu she was at on the side away from her coloring book and crayons spread out all over the place

He pulled out her little seat and placed it right beside him

he had a small bowl for her and a bigger bowl for himself

He took a bite, testing the temperature in his mouth before he grabbed the little spoon, puttling a little bite of rice onto it and blowing on it

"careful, it's hot," he continued blowing and leaned close as he pushed the bite into her wide open mouth

she chewed carefully and slowly on her food as kags fed her, occasionally taking 2 bites for himself as he fed her the rice and other dishes

After eating, he finally tackled the dishes swiftly and all the toys and put the laundry into the basket, making a note to wash them sometime later instead

Usually his day's were busy and packed, mostly at the long practices for a couple of hours and then back home, spending time with you two but you were away for a few weeks for work

This wasn't the first time but it definitely reminded kags of how hard you worked for work and also for the family

He thought if this wasn't something he could handle while you were away, how could he deserve to be with you?

on these days with no particular plans or anything, all his attention was devoted to his little girl

he sat beside her, drew and colored with her

read her books

which eventually would lead to maybe a short nap time

if she wanted to watch cartoons, the tv would be turned on, but only in moderation

if she wanted to go out, it would be time to get ready for a trip to the park

He took her on walks through the neighborhood

to Hinata's house to play with his kids

to the park

he loved his daughter so much

but he loved the three of you all together the most

it felt like there was a puzzle piece missing while you were away

you two did talk and call as much as possible, but with the time zone differences, it was hard to stay on call with you as long as he would like

"just one more week," he breathed to himself as he walked, his arms holding D/N who looked happily at him at eye-level, pressing her hands to his face again

"one more week until mama comes home," he leaned close, pressing a kiss to her cheek, making her giggle

#dokifluffs #haikyuu #kageyama x reader #kageyama #kageyama tobio #kageyama imagines #kageyama scenarios #kageyama headcanons #kageyama tobio imagines #kageyama tobio scenarios #kageyama tobio headcanons #haikyuu dads #dokicrumbs #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader

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accio-victuuri · 14 days

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i’m someone who can’t get enough of (fake) stories from the time of cql shoot. so when i see a “story” that i haven’t before ( or maybe i did but forgot about it ), i get excited. lol. even if it’s not a juicy kind of information— i’m cool with it. 🤍 i like this one cause OP seems closer to wyb, it’s more of a short analysis of him & his relationship with XZ during that time.

the usual disclaimer: these are all fake and treat it as fanfiction. obviously, this content is for cpfs. if you don’t like it then scroll along. if you are somehow offended by stuff like this, it’s your problem. feel free to unfollow or block me.

i got the screenshots over here. enjoy!^^

W often catches up on sleep as soon as he gets on the car because he has a lot of engagements. He doesn’t talk much. Last year, he was not in good health. He had a cough and fever and went to get an IV drip at night. Many fans knew about it, so he talked even less in private. Later, I found that he talked a lot on the set. This is a matter of opinion. He needs to refresh himself when he is so tired.

But he does have a good relationship with X. He is not very outgoing, so he should not have many friends, but he is not the kind of person who really looks down on others and does not talk. Many times he does not know what to say (personal feeling hahaha), so he does not start a conversation. Some people are like this, thinking that it may not be meaningful to say it, so they do not say it. He has changed a lot in recent years, and this drama he has successfully made friends with X.

W didn’t communicate much with me. After all, we had never met before, so I could understand the distance. Once, I was discussing tomorrow’s arrangements with the coordinator. He had just finished shooting a scene and passed by me and suddenly asked me if I had a hemostatic patch (this is a consumable item in the crew, and I had just used it up and didn’t bring a new one). I was shocked. I said no, and he didn’t say anything and seemed to go to the bathroom. Later, I don’t know where he asked, but it was a very girly pattern. I feel that he may have asked around, but I didn’t see him use it. That day, I saw a new hemostatic patch on X’s leg, but it wasn’t the one that was used by the transporter?! When I was chatting with the coordinator, I found out that someone had given it to X first, and W saw it and quietly put away the one with the girly pattern. At that time, he had just joined the crew not long ago. Because we were really not familiar with each other, he might have felt that it was too obvious and a bit embarrassing.

W and X have a lot of scenes together. As the main characters, they interact a lot, much more than what is shown. X is not as talkative as the footage shows. On the contrary, he is a person who cares about other people's feelings. In the footage, we can only say that he was: 1. He fainted from the heat (he almost had a heat stroke), 2. He was too tired, and 3. He didn't expect that everyone would exaggerate it. W was the same. He was just joking and making faces, just like everyone would have some such pranks when they were in school. When he felt something was wrong, he quickly changed the subject.

The main reason was that it was really tiring and hot at that time. Every time I went to the scene, I felt that I could get a heat stroke at any time. They also wore long robes with wide sleeves, which was very hard (W didn't dare to eat too much to maintain the fairy feeling of the character) In short, although this matter fermented a lot, it did not have any substantial impact on the relationship between the two. At that time, the crew also knew that this was their childish behavior and was used to it. After all, they were like this all the time. The two are ordinary people who are more casual in private. If they have a good relationship, they will definitely play around, but they will not be fussy about such trivial matters. W's personality is very interesting. He will suddenly act weird and then return to being calm. When he acts weird, he acts seriously. When he is silent, he is serious. I later thought that this kind of personality may have something to do with his love of street dance, motorcycles, and skateboards. Whether it is physical, emotional, endurance, psychological quality or anything else, he wants to try to touch or even challenge the upper limit in all aspects. He is a true adventurer. Most of these people are quite opinionated. He also said that he is a male chauvinist and has a strong desire to control himself and the outside world.

A double-edged sword, not a weakness. Being serious is good, but it is always difficult for people to grasp the precise degree. If you exceed the limit, you will develop a conditioned reflex of vigilance, which will prevent you from revealing too much of yourself, and on the other hand, you will be wary of outsiders' attempts.

This kind of self-defense is actually related to his experience. One is that he left home very early to work hard, and the other is that he went to Korea for training. You must have heard about the trainee system there, which is fiercely competitive and full of intrigues, and it is easy to fail. Many young trainees don’t have much life experience. No matter how cautious they are at the beginning, they may not be able to play better than the older or Korean people. The habit of not offending others for many years has become one of his personality. I am not so familiar with W, so it is difficult to remind him, but I found that he has improved in his relationship with X. It is very subtle. It is generally a good thing. Hahaha. Maybe it is also due to experience. X’s past is relatively simple. He entered the circle a few years after graduating from college. Before entering the circle, it was relatively smooth. It’s not that he has never experienced setbacks and lows, but it is definitely not as shaky and cautious as W faced during adolescence. It directly changed a person. I believe that W is still a positive and enthusiastic person in his heart, but he doesn’t show it easily. He needs someone to guide him.

What I really found strange was one time when the two of them were standing on a downhill slope. The scene was built in a studio and was a bit high. X walked in front of W and slipped. There was a few steps between the two of them. W rushed forward in two steps and quickly grabbed X's waist. They both almost slipped. He intended to grab his arm with his fingers spread out, but he miscalculated and poked X's lower back. We shot that scene in two or three takes and it was passed. After that, W's hand was a little swollen. I found some ice cubes to apply to him and it stopped swelling, but it looked painful. There were still a few scenes that day, but he didn't tell me because he didn't want to delay the progress. He applied ice when he left the camera. Because he had to go to the hospital for an IV drip after work, I thought I would deal with it together.

The strangest thing about this incident was not his behavior, but that X did not see W come down to apply ice, and came over to ask if his hand was okay. W directly stretched out his hand to show him, twisting it vigorously, shaking his fingers flexibly, trying to prove that he was fine, but X grabbed his wrist and looked at it clearly. X said that it was swollen, and W said it was caused by the intravenous drip. X muttered a few words of doubt, and saw that there were indeed many needle holes on the back of W's hand. He believed it a little. I was about four or five meters away at the time.

The director often asked them to be more ambiguous. At the beginning, it was quite awkward because they were not familiar with each other, but it was fine after they got used to it. X made a lot of small moves, and W would shout his name when he couldn't stand it anymore. W was very smart and could find the door. He didn't lose to X at the beginning. It was forbidden to move. It was common for them to insult and fight each other.

Many people are talking about the drinking scene, so I'll share another one. After the day's shooting, W took off his makeup and walked unsteadily. After walking out of the studio, he was looking for something. I said the car was over there (the exit was narrow and the car was a little further away). He said he knew, and then he turned around and pounced behind me, which scared me. I subconsciously turned around and hid, and found that X also came out, but he hadn't taken off his makeup yet. W stuck to him like an octopus. X was also scared, and his wig was pulled by W, and X screamed in pain. His assistant came out the next second and quickly pulled W away. I reacted and supported W. X was not angry, and told me that W had secretly drunk some more later and might be really drunk, so he asked me to make some honey water for him to sober up. I said okay, thinking where would I find honey water in the middle of the night. W is very thin, but very strong. X's assistant couldn't pull him away completely.

I am a little anxious, but I can’t say anything, I can only worry.

X was in a good mood, and cheerfully patted him and said, "Isn't W laoshi known for not getting drunk even if he drinks a lot?"

W didn't refute, and hugged him so tightly that I felt X was about to suffocate, and then X said: "It's late, see you tomorrow." W let go as if he had suddenly lost his temper, reluctant to let go, wanting to look at X but not daring to. I don't know why, but I felt that he was a little sad.

X joked with him: "Go back after you graduate from kindergarten.

W said sullenly: "I will definitely beat you next time."

X changed his tone of voice and complained: "W wants laoshi to win everything. save me from losing a few times, okay?"

I went back to the hotel and asked X's assistant who the winner was. She said that the two of them competed to see who could talk in the other's ear without blushing, and the loser would drink a small sip. I was speechless. No wonder he rarely played mobile games last night, and went to sleep after chatting on WeChat (he got off work earlier yesterday). It turned out that he was saving his energy to play this today (wrong). I asked again, "No one took the photo (mainly referring to the fans who were waiting there.)" She said that it should not be possible, because the place where the two people were standing was difficult to take a photo.

-END.

#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do #accio victuuri translation #accio victuuri gifs #accio victuuri edit #i think this is wyb assistant story lol i just.. my god i forgot… idk idk #sometimes my brain loses bits of info about them lol cause they occupy alot of my brain capacity already

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assembletheimagines · 2 years

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Devour

Summary: You’ve tested Bucky’s self-restraint but now you ask him to let go

A/N: Part 2 of Self-Restraint

bro this took me a while to write I was struggling for some reason lmao but as always, feedback is appreciated

Warnings: Smut, 18+, dirty talking, pet names, just a bunch of other filth so please be advised

Tagging: @dramallama18 @getwellsoontana @elle14-blog1 @nana1000night @potatothots @catarata288 @medelinee @teaamochii

Bucky.

Your thoughts clouded with your last encounter with the ex-soldier and you shyly bit your lip, a warmth spreading in your stomach as you thought of the handsome man.

Your body heated as flashbacks crossed your mind. His fingers, digging into your hips, his eyes watching you as you whined in his lap.

A whimper fell from your lips and you squeezed your thighs together for relief but it barely sedated your need.

You needed, your eyebrows furrowed as you cheeks blushed pink.

But before you could think about anything further, the devil himself, Bucky, walked into the room with Steve. Your eyes widening at the two super soldiers and Steve greeted you with a smile with your name while Bucky tilted his head, a ghost of a smirk on his lips.

“Hello,” Bunny, the word not falling from his lips as Bucky greeted you. Steve moved into the kitchen already raiding the fridge for a drink as Bucky continued to look at you. His eyes moving slowly down your body and you felt yourself getting warm from the man’s attention.

Your fingers brushed over your thighs and Bucky noticed the action, his eyes darkening as he looked back from your thighs to you.

Before anything could happen, Steve sauntered back in, tossing a water bottle to his friend and flashing you another charming smile. “We’ll see you later, going to finish some training.” Steve said and lead Bucky out of the common room.

Once Bucky was gone, you sucked in a breath, trying to figure it out why you felt tingly all over.

Frustrated.

That’s how you felt as you tossed and turned in your bed. Throwing the sheets off of you as you huffed in exasperation. You couldn’t go to sleep, you couldn’t stop thinking.

Thinking of Bucky, thinking of his hands, thinking of his smirk, his eyes, his body against yours.

You had enough and got up. Your feet carrying you out of your room and down the hallway.

You stood in front of the door and hesitated. You didn’t know what you were doing and you almost felt like you would be crossing into something you wouldn’t be able to take back.

Bucky had rolled his sleeves up, sitting on the edge of his bed when the door opened.

His head snapped over to see you standing there and his fingers curled into the sheets beneath him as he looked you over, thinking back to earlier in the day.

And then his eyebrow raised as you stepped inside further, closing the door behind you. He heard the noticeable click of the door locking and now you really had his attention. “What are you doing here, Bunny?” Bucky’s voice was low and he leaned back with curiosity as you bit your bottom lip.

“I’m here to say good night,” Your answer come out quiet and soft but when Bucky realized what you had said he had to stop himself from groaning.

His tongue swiped across his lips, wetting them as he watched you take a step closer. His lips curved into a wicked grin and he fluttered his eyelashes towards you. “You going to kiss me on the cheek again?” He mused, his eyes darkening as you got closer.

You nodded your head to his question before gasping as his hands reached out and pulled you to stand between his legs. Your hands rested on his shoulders out of instinct and Bucky’s smirk grew. “Are you hoping to be on my lap again?” He asked and your cheeks burned red but he continued, “are you trying to make me lose control, Bunny?” This time, the question came out more of a growl and a pleasant shiver ran up your spine.

Your fingers dug into his shoulder as your doe eyes looked at him. “I didn’t ask for you to stay in control.”

Once the words fell from your lips, Bucky had you flipped onto your back on his bed. Taking a stance between your thighs as he smashed his lips to yours.

His warm hands went to your thighs as his tongue slipped into your mouth, your gasp granting him access as his fingers trailed up your legs.

The over-sized pajama top you wore got bunched up at your hips as Bucky’s hands rubbed up your thighs and his lips moved down your neck. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this, Doll?” Bucky nipped your earlobe teasingly and you gasped, squirming underneath him.

You felt him everywhere, his hands moving your shirt up your waist and his lips sucking a mark onto your neck. You held onto his biceps as he took full control, enticing gasps and moans from you. “Bucky,” you whined desperate and he pulled away as he took your shirt off.

His eyes met yours and he couldn’t help but smirk at your glossy eyes full of need, you responded to him so well. But then he noticed and he groaned. “You’re telling me you weren’t wearing anything underneath but those cute little panties, Bunny?” He moaned and his warm hands went to your exposed breasts. His thumbs swiped over your nipples, enjoying the way you whined and arched into his touch.

He dipped his head down, his mouth wrapping around your nipple as his other hand pinched your other nub. His hand that wasn’t occupied with your breast moved down your side as he sucked your nipple in his mouth, before his mouth switched to your other breast to give it the same attention.

You felt warmth begin to grow in your abdomen and you needed more. “Bucky,” you mewled, tugging his hair as his teeth grazed your nipple. He flashed you a wicked smile and you could feel his fingertips tease the hem of your panties.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” He hummed and you could feel wetness pool between your thighs.

“I need,” you struggled to find the words, your mind already fogging up as you tugged on Bucky’s shirt. “Take this off,” you started there. Your fingers pulling the white button up from being tucked into his black slacks and he chuckled, standing up to abide your request.

Once his shirt was off, he was back to hovering over you, his fingers brushing up your inner thighs and relishing in the way you shivered in response. “This needs to go,” he mumbled hooking his fingers into the hem of your panties and once you nodded, he pulled them down, leaving you completely bare to him.

“Touch me, please.” You begged and Bucky hummed, kissing you just as his fingers followed your pleads. His kiss swallowing up your whimper and gasp as his fingers ran up your wet folds before circling the bundle of nerves that made you jerk in response.

“So responsive,” he teased and had you watch as he pulled his fingers from between your thighs showing your essence smeared between his two digits. “So wet for me,” he hummed and brought the fingers to your mouth. “Suck.”

His order made your body hot all over and you opened your mouth, wrapping your lips around his fingers and sucking. The action made Bucky groan, his eyes closing briefly as he felt your tongue swirl and lick him clean.

“You’ll be the death of me,” he mumbled under his breath and slipped his fingers from your mouth, replacing them with his mouth as he kissed you again.

His fingers now coated with your saliva dipped between your bodies as he parted your legs wider. He distracted you by biting your lip as he sunk his fingers into your dripping cunt. Both of you groaning at the feeling.

His fingers stretched you wider, pumping in and out of you as he kissed down your chest, “sucking me in, Bunny.” He mumbled between kisses as you moaned. He curled his fingers searching for the spot that would make you see stars. “Can’t wait to feel you stretched around my cock.” His words fueled his movements, quickly adding a third finger as the sounds of your moans resonated through the air.

“I’m- Buck-” You stumbled over your words as your hips grinded you down on his hand, needing more. Bucky’s tongue licked up your collarbone and you shivered, crying out as his fingertips brushed the soft spot inside of you.

You felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge and you grabbed the wrist between your thighs as your thighs began to shake.

Bucky smirked and removed his hand from your pussy, savoring the whine you made from the loss of connection. “The only way your cumming is on my cock, Bunny.” Bucky said and unbuckled his belt, his eyes dark as he looked down at you.

He took his time in appreciating how you looked on his bed. Your lips parted, eyes wide and glossy with need, thighs messy with your own essence. And all because of him.

He freed himself from his boxers and noticed your eyes widen more as you saw just how big he was. His smirk grew and he used his hand that was still coated in your slick, to pump his length lazily. “When I am done with you,” he lined his dick to your wet folds, sliding his cock along your folds enticing another moan from you. “You will feel it for days.”

And then he pushed in, the head of his dick stretching your walls and sending a mixture of pleasure and pain up your body. You gasped, fingers digging into the sheets beneath you as he dropped his head back. He groaned, holding your hip as he stilled with only few inches in.

You felt like you were tearing into two and he was barely in. “Fuck, choking my dick with how tight your squeezing me, Darling.” He hissed and moved back, leaving just the head of his cock inside before thrusting forward, getting a few more inches back inside.

His other hand went to your clit, rubbing slow circles as he continued his movements. Fucking you slowly to help you take him more and more with each thrust. You couldn’t speak, mouth parted as Bucky’s fingers dug into your hip to keep you still as his other hand worked your bundle of nerves.

“You’re taking me so well, Bunny.” He praised, eyes on where the two of you were connected. He watched the way you stretched around him, a choked whine falling from your lips as he went deeper. Your walls fluttered around him and he finally bottomed out, pinching your clit just as his hips slotted to the back of your thighs.

You saw white, a tingling wave washing over you as you gasped. The pinch and fullness you felt sent you over and your orgasm took your breath as your walls clamped around Bucky’s length.

It was muffled but you could hear Bucky curse as his hips stuttered against you. His fingers rubbing your clit to help you ride your orgasm.

When you finally could hear over your heartbeat, you blinked your hazy eyes, still feeling your walls convulse around his shaft as Bucky came to focus.

“Fuck, Baby.” He cursed again and held your hips down as he pressed himself deeper, making you whine. His lips crashed into yours and his teeth nipped your lip before he pulled almost all the way out and then pushed back in. Rutting his hips into yours as he kissed you breathless. “You came from me bottoming out,” he groaned and his pace sped up, his thrusts growing harder. “Want you to cum again, need you to cum again.”

Your fingers scratched down his arms as you held onto his biceps. Your head falling back as you trembled under him already sensitive and overwhelmed. Your slick inner walls clenched around his cock with each thrust as Bucky continued pounding his hips into yours at a ruthless pace.

Your eyes clenched shut as Bucky angled his thrusts, hitting the spongy spot inside of you with each rut of his hips. The loud slap of skin against skin sounding around the room mixing with your cries and his grunts as the warmth in your abdomen grew again. “Bucky-” you warned and Bucky’s fingers found your clit.

He messily rubbed the tight bundle of nerves while bullying his cock faster into your slick cunt. “Cum on my cock, Bunny. Show me how pretty you look when you’re creamin’ my cock, again.” He demanded and moved your legs onto his shoulders.

The change resulted in him sliding in deeper, his arm wrapping around your leg to rub your clit as he pounded into you harder. It felt like you could feel him in your stomach, the breath leaving your lungs with each thrust.

He pinched your clit again and your orgasm hurtled through your body from the action.

“That’s it, Baby.” Bucky groaned feeling your walls spasm around his length as you gushed all over his cock. He continued circling your clit to help you ride out your release, feeling the coil inside him close to snapping as your walls squeezed him hard. Bucky’s pleasure took over as his eyes rolled back, “Gonna fill this pretty pussy with cum, yeah?” HIs words causing your pussy to clench around him again.

You heard him mutter ‘fuck’ under his breath, throwing his head back as he came inside you with a grunt. Hot ropes of his cum painting your walls white as he pressed his hips to the back of your thighs.

As you both tried to regulate your breathing, your legs dropped from his shoulders. His thumbs rubbing your hips softly. You felt him begin to slide out of you, your mixture of cum smeared on his cock and threatening to drip out once he fully moved away. But it never happened, a gasp falling from your lips as Bucky thrusted back in, his dick already half-hard, and keeping you full.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

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Fairway to Heaven - Part 2

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awe yeeeeah here we go. One ticket to smut town. Read at yo own risk!

TW: talks of death, Harry is so d*ddy in this I’m shaking, agegap

yes, daddy, I will

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Sunday morning, as promised, Briar is working the cart on the back course. She includes an additional bottle of Casamigos in her first fill of the day, just in case. To spice up the early morning rounds, she added string lights to her cart. They cast a pink hue over her face as the sun finishes rising.

Briar loves her outfit today. A white, fitted skort with a long-sleeve lavender zip up. She used self-tanner, last night, so her skin is tanned and glowing.

She spots Harry on the practice putting green as she pulls out of the garage. She looks down at her watch. He’s really here at 7:15 AM on a Sunday? Dedication. His long legs are covered by light khaki pants that hug him in the right places, and a navy blue long sleeve.

It seems they’re the only two souls on the course right now. Perfect. She slowly approaches the green, in hopes for redemption. She throws the cart in park and hops out to greet him on the other side.

“Hi, Harry,” Briar says, offering him a shy smile. “Can I grab you anything?”

Harry smiles, putting his putter bag in his bag. He throws both hands in his pockets and begins to walk over to her.

“Morning, Briar. S’early, are they paying you extra to come out here?”

“No, just out here out of the goodness of my heart to serve the dedicated players who are practicing at 7AM on a Sunday,” she teases, finally making direct eye contact with him.

He smirks, placing his hand on the top of the cart and leaning closer to her, admiring the new lights she added.

“Well, I have a new incentive to play the back course more often.”

She inhales sharply. “C-can I get you anything?” she repeats herself, after a beat passes.

“No, thanks, love. I’d better wait for Niall. Plus, it’s a bit early for the hard stuff.”

“I have coffee and orange juice, too!” she squeaks, eyes widening as she recognizes her outburst.

He smiles and says, “Coffee sounds great. Do you have cold brew?”

“Yep! Do you want any cream or sugar?”

“No, thanks. Black is just fine.”

She pours the cold brew into her signature lavender cup. She holds out her cup of colorful bendy straws for him to choose from. He opts for a teal straw with a dolphin charm. She smiles at his choice.

His large hands grasp the cup tightly. She notices the small cross tattoo on his left hand, along with what appears to be an anchor peeking out under his sleeve. During their unfortunate run-in, she didn’t have time to take inventory of every tattoo. She’d jump at the chance to examine each one.

It’s not that she’s intimidated by Harry, but the unreadable way he looks at her makes her feel uneasy. He’s smirking at her, seemingly unbothered by the silence.

“Okay, well, I’ll catch up with you and Niall later, then,” She trails off.

“Looking forward to it. Cheers,” he lifts the cup in her direction, much like their second encounter, and saunters back toward his clubs. He places a $20 bill in her jar on his way.

She pauses for a moment, before jumping back into the cart. As she’s pulling away, she hears the sound of Niall’s boisterous voice calling out for Harry. She smiles and continues on the path.

After serving a few groups, Briar is ready for a break a little after 1PM. She pulls the cart over in a lightly wooded area overlooking the 14th hole, not quite hidden from view, but certainly off the beaten path. She sighs, pulling her chips and guacamole out of her lunch box, along with her favorite green iced tea.

She is fussing with her phone with her feet elevated on the cart’s front windscreen when she begins to hear a rustling in the woods behind her. It’s not uncommon to come across foxes, groundhogs, deer or even a possum, but they make her weary nonetheless.

She slowly turns to face the sound before seeing Harry pop out behind a tree.

“Hi, love.”

She shrieks, a delayed reaction, after staring at him for 5 whole seconds.

He chuckles, raising his arms in defense. “Sorry, sorry. I didn’t think I’d scare you.”

“How’d you see me, anyway?” She asks, looking around the empty area.

“I came over this way to look for my— Niall — Niall’s ball,” he stumbles, scratching his head at the nape of his neck.

She smiles, knowing he’s full of shit. He just doesn’t want to admit he made a terrible shot.

“Well, hope you don’t have to look too hard.”

He snorts, “Thanks. Hey, while I’m here, can I grab some drinks for us?” He asks, craning his neck to see her snack on the bench of the cart. “Oh shit, are you on a break? I won’t bother you, then.”

“It’s no bother. What would you like?”

“Mich Ultra for Niall, and you can surprise me for mine, thanks,” he smiles sheepishly.

He smiles as she pours his usual Casamigos on the rocks with a lime. Maybe one day she’ll give him a splash of grapefruit or pineapple juice to mix it up.

“S’no problem. Have a good rest of your round,” she smiles.

“Thanks, Birdie, I’ll need all the luck I can get,” he says, placing a $50 bill in her tip jar before walking away with the drinks.

She calls after him, a bit stunned, “Birdie?”

“Yeah, been getting a lot of birdies since I’ve been seeing you out here. You’re my good luck charm. Should’ve started playing the back course ages ago.”

She smiles softly, staring down at her shoes as he walks off. The twisting feeling in her stomach from the pet name makes her dizzy. She sits down to finish her snack and scroll Instagram for a few more minutes before continuing on her way.

Harry finally bought drinks from her, instead of Niall! She drums her knuckles on the steering wheel and sets off towards the clubhouse. She’s grateful he chose not to bring up the run-in after the steam room. Based on their most recent interactions, she’s ready to put that behind her.

She sees Cam on the side of the garage, hitting her vape before shoving it in her pocket.

“Don’t you dare tell Patrick you saw me doing that,” she threatens.

“What do I care? I told him when I started he can’t use me as a spy,” Briar reasons. “Doesn’t everyone in the service industry smoke anyway?”

“Yeah, but there is no three strike rule at Wynnewood. One time and you’re done. Even if you’re seen overly fraternizing with a member, you’re out of here.”

Briar inhales, “Oh, really? Does that happen a lot?”

“I’d say once a summer there is some sort of inappropriate hook-up. Just hasn’t happened yet,” Cam smirks.

Briar nods, staring off toward the restaurant.

“Hey, let me know if you want to grab an early dinner with me after your shift. Dominic promised me a free meal because I’m working a double on Father’s Day.”

“Oh, nice. Yeah, I’ll join,” she smiles, wondering if she’ll cross paths with Harry as they’re finishing their round.

The course emptied out significantly by 3PM, so Dominic let Briar off early. She decides to use the extra time to shower and bask in the club’s deluxe amenities. She changes into an outfit she keeps in the back of her Jeep, a pair of white linen pants and a cream, fitted tank top. She ties a cashmere sweater over her shoulders to get the country club look. It’s conservative enough, but walks the line of the dress code.

Her hair is perfectly fluffy after using the Dyson Airwrap, the $600 hair tool that lives freely in the women’s locker room. She touched up her make up, adjusting it slightly now that she’s in front of members at the club.

She turns town the hallway, close proximity to her run-in with Harry, where she sees her uncle chatting with another man. He pats Patrick on the back and continues toward the locker room.

Patrick smiles, placing a hand on her shoulder blade, “Hey, Briar bear! How was your day?”

“Good, started off busy and tapered off, I think the hot weather has people…” she trails off as Harry comes into view, his face stoic as he sees her in close proximity to Patrick.

“Hey there,” Patrick says to Harry.

Harry looks Patrick up and down before giving him a slight nod, “Hello.”

Unable to sit through an awkward silence, Briar interjects, “This is Harry, ‘ve been serving him over the last few weeks on the course. Harry, this is my Uncle Patrick. He’s the golf pro here, actually.”

A look washes over Harry’s face. Is it relief?

“Ah, how’re you doing, mate?” he says, shaking Patrick’s hand. “My buddy Niall swears by your techniques. Maybe you should tone it down. He’s getting closer to beating me everyday,” Harry laughs.

“Yes, Niall! Nice guy. His form has come a long way,” he smiles, looking back at Briar. “I hope you’ve been taking care of my niece out there.”

“Of course. We’ve been calling her our beer angel,” Harry says.

“I’ve been told she’s pretty persuasive. Maybe it’s the generous portions,” he cracks a smile, tousling her hair a bit. “She’s a great addition to the course. She even helped me make a list of members who haven’t taken a session with me. I think you might be one of them.”

Briar’s cheeks heat up. Ugh! Harry is going to find out that’s how she got his name to look him up online. Patrick has a way of embarrassing her without even realizing.

“Hey, speaking of, why don’t you set a time up with me sometime this summer. You probably don’t need it, but you never know, you could always learn something.”

“That sounds great, Patrick, thanks. Well, I’ve got to meet a few people for an early dinner, so I’ll see you both some other time,” Harry smiles softly, gazing at her a beat longer than at Patrick.

“Bye, Harry. Nice to meet you,” Patrick says, oblivious to the burning tension between the two.

Patrick and Briar part ways for a lesson he’s late for. Patrick teaches school aged girls golf every Sunday evening to encourage more of them to get out on the course.

She continues on to the main dining room, poking her head in the door to say hello to the evening kitchen staff. She spots Cam at a table in the corner, perched on one of the comfy leather chairs.

“I love this table, you can people watch for hours. Sometimes I like to narrate what I see,” Cam laughs, drawing Briar’s attention to where she’s pointing.

“There, that lady is like, ‘ugh, I had to take out the Benz instead of the Rolls this afternoon. Can you even believe it?’” Cam says in her most dramatic old lady voice.

“And look, there’s Harry and Niall, I bet they’re planning their weekend hook-ups, like ‘mate, she’s a rocket, she’s totally in t’me’,” She says, in the worst Irish accent Briar has ever heard.

Harry and Niall are leaning against the bar, sipping on their drinks, listening to another man tell an animated story. Harry’s eyes can’t help but gaze in Cam and Briar’s direction.

Briar bursts out laughing, “That was supposed to be Niall?”

“I never said my narrations were good. We can’t all be Snoop Dogg watching Planet Earth.”

“What’s their story, anyway? Are they both single? I’m pretty sure they’re in their 40’s,” Briar asks.

“Mmm, yeah, I think they’re just forever bachelors. I’ve never seen them eat here with women, or have a ring on that finger, for that matter. But, I really don’t know for sure.”

The girls order delicious meals and sip on their cocktails. They’re about to wrap up when their waiter, Isaiah, brings over a bottle of Dom Perignon. Cam’s eyes bug out of her head.

“Zay, what’s this for?”

“Not sure, that member over there, the guy with the brown curly hair, sent it over. If you guys don’t want it, I’ll take it,” Isaiah tries.

“Mmmm, no, don’t think so. We’ll take it. Thanks, Zay,” Cam smiles devilishly. Isaiah pops the cork, pouring two glasses before walking off, pissed he can’t drink Dom P on the clock.

Throughout the interaction, Harry has been staring at their table, waiting for Briar to look over at him. She looks up and smiles shyly. He smirks, raising his glass to her, to which she mirrors his action. Their unspoken sign of gratitude to one another.

“So, when are you gonna hook up with him?” Cam asks, bluntly.

Briar’s eyes bug out, nearly spitting out the champagne, “Huh?”

“Why are you so shocked? Based on what you’ve told me, it sounds like a sure thing,” Cam says plainly.

“I-I thought you said I can get fired for that,” Briar questions.

“Yeah, if you get caught. Just don’t get caught.”

Don’t get caught. Sure.

Secret romances have always been her favorite kind of books. The exhilarating feeling of almost being caught, becoming the talk of the town as the news spreads like wildfire.

She’s all in; though, she questions the implication of being Patrick’s niece. The last thing she wants to do is embarrass him. She put him and her Aunt Meredith through the wringer as a teenager. She’s not looking to repeat her high school and early college antics.

She nods, absently.

Cam and Briar finish up their dessert and champagne, get their employee discounts and pay, before heading off for the night. Briar is exhausted, ready to crawl into bed after showering and taking Gus out for a walk.

As Briar walks to her Jeep, she sees the valet boys pull a black Range Rover out front. She pauses for a moment, waiting to see who’s getting in.

Harry pushes open the heavy oak doors of Wynnewood, alone, taking large strides to get in the driver’s seat of the car. He looks around, spotting Briar, and extends a wave, with a smirk, sending that funny feeling straight to her gut.

She is so fucked.

Her break on Monday afternoon is a longer one. The course is empty, only seeing a few golfers here and there. She pulls into the same wooded area where Harry scared the daylights out of her the week prior.

She closes her eyes, throwing her sunglasses over to face to try and make it look like she’s not taking a nap on the clock. She just barely dozes off when she sees someone approaching. Harry.

“Hey, Birdie,” he says, smirking. “Taking a little cat nap on the job?”

“Fishing your ball out of the woods again?” She strikes back. He busts out laughing, the first genuine laugh she’s heard.

He likes that she has some bite to her, and that she can make him laugh. A real laugh. Not the kind he forces out when he’s looking to get his dick wet. He helps himself to a water bottle in the cooler, not wanting to make her get up for him.

“Slide over,” he says, expecting her to make some room on the bench for him. She gawks at him for a moment to analyze his face, but obeys. He plops down, placing an arm behind her on the edge of the backrest.

Briar is frozen in place before asking, “Where’s Niall?”

“I’m not always with him. Even I need a break from him sometimes,” he says, nonchalantly. “Came by myself for some peace and quiet. It’s nice to play with headphones in and listen to a podcast.”

“I can see that. Big personality,” she says, not forgetting about the arm that’s snaked around her shoulders. “What’re you listening to?”

“A finance podcast. Kind of boring, but lately I’ve been too busy to read the news.”

“Yeah, real busy. S’that why you’re out here on a Monday at 11AM?” she says, looking up at him to see his reaction. When meeting new people, she likes to test the waters a bit, making sure their sense of humor syncs up.

He chuckles lowly, sucking his bottom lip in his mouth, shaking his head. “Most of the time I’m here, it’s for business,” he increases the pressure where their bodies are touching. “This trip is for pleasure.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he says, his face mere inches from her. His eyes are burning holes into the side of her head.

He closes the gap when she finally looks over at him, linking their lips together. His arm moves from the back rest to wrap around her lower back, gently laying his finger tips there. The kiss starts out innocently enough, before Briar pulls away, frantically looking around.

“It’s okay. We’re okay,” he assures her. “Are you okay with this?”

“Yes.”

“Then we’re okay.”

They resume their kiss, Briar now twisted to face him fully. She can taste the gum he must’ve recently chewed. This fucker came to find her for one thing only, she thinks. She doesn’t mind, though.

His right hand reaches down to pet at the soft skin of her outer thigh, now exposed from her skort riding up. She parts her lips to make room for his tongue that begins to shyly explore her mouth. The same hand begins to migrate toward her ass, so she readjusts to where she is perched on the bench in a kneeling position, now nearly eye height with Harry.

She finally reaches her hands out to touch him; her left hand resting on his right pec, and right hand around the nape of his neck. She pulls away, staring straight into his emerald eyes. Her self control is washing away, but she pulls herself together.

“‘M not supposed to have anyone in the cart with me,” she says, doe eyes wide, darting back and forth to read his face.

He busts out another genuine laugh while pinching her thigh, “Is that what you’re thinking about, Birdie?”

She sits back down and her hands go to the steering wheel. “Well, I’m thinking about other things, too, like how you’re a member and I’m an employee.”

He hums, “I think it’s just a divine intervention. Us, being here at this course together as frequently as we are. I’m a member at quite a few places, but this one seems to draw me in more than the others recently.”

Divine intervention? She ponders this, but says nothing. How many country club fees can this guy afford?

“I should probably go,” he says, standing up and stretching after being hunched over in the cart. Her heart sinks at this, but she doesn’t let it show on her face.

“Don’t worry, Birdie, I’ll come back for you,” he says, grabbing her chin like he did in the hallway, placing one last chaste kiss on her lips. “What time does your shift end?”

“Around 3:30.”

“Excellent. Stick around, maybe we can go somewhere this afternoon. I’ll drive us.”

“O-okay. That sounds good.”

“Bye, Birdie,” he says, walking down the path toward the green.

She takes a deep breath to try and regulate her heart beat. It’s already 2:30, so she races back to the clubhouse to try and beg Dominic to let her go early. He gives in, but only if she promises to be the number caller at the next member bingo night.

“Yeah, yeah, sure! Thanks, Dom,” she squeals as she runs off toward the locker room. She spends the extra time preparing for her afternoon with Harry. Her outfit is casual; a white, nearly sheer button down top with light-wash jeans and sandals.

She heads out to her Jeep at 3:37PM. Not too early, not too late. Harry’s car is once again pulled up to the valet stand out front. She watches him head down the stairs, confused, looking around to find where she is.

He changed into his street clothes as well; a pair of cream trousers, white under shirt and a patterned button down. She takes notice of his Vans; an interesting choice for a 40 year old, she supposes.

She waves him over. He acknowledges her and jumps in the car to pull into the spot adjacent to hers. He rolls down the window, perplexed, but motions for her to get in. She rounds the side of the vehicle and steps in.

“I didn’t want anyone to see us,” she says, sheepishly. He understands.

“That’s okay, Birdie. Here, while I drive, go ahead and put your number in my phone. I realized I didn’t grab it when I was looking for you out front.”

Her stomach twists as he hands it to her. She can see his phone is playing Beast of Burden on the Range Rover’s stereo. She carefully types in the numbers, and makes her contact name a simple “🐥” on the off chance someone from the club were to see his phone. And because his nickname for her is fucking adorable.

“I made my name the chick emoji,” she smiles.

“I like that. Thank you. Did you text yourself so you have mine?” he asks.

“Yes. I made yours the fox emoji,” she laughs.

“What? Why?” he questions, alternating looking over at her and the road.

“When you scared me by the woods, I thought it was a fox rustling through the bushes,” she grins. He squawks out a laugh.

“A birdie and a fox. I like it.”

She glances out the window, unsure where he is taking her.

“Where are we going anyway?”

“I thought we could go get drinks and take a stroll through the park. Does that sound good?”

“Yeah,” she smiles, bobbing her head to the Eagles song he has on.

Harry is extremely easy to talk to. They got their drinks, paid for by Harry, and walked over to the public garden. Summer is just around the corner, so the lawn is busy with people and the flowers are blooming.

Briar sips on her iced green tea, while Harry nurses a black cold brew. His other hand is in his pocket, but she wouldn’t be mad if he held hers. She’s glad they didn’t go for alcoholic drinks; she finds herself to be less talkative and more anxious if she drinks before a date.

If that’s what they’re calling it.

They walk the perimeter of the garden, talking about everything and nothing, stopping only to look at the ducks swimming and eating grapes thrown by energetic toddlers. Harry learns Briar is a Libra, graduated with honors from Boston College, and one day wants to own an animal sanctuary.

He shares with her his funny college stories, and adventures with Niall since they first became pals in college. He recounts their trip through Indonesia, where they got such bad food poisoning from the street food, they could barely lift their heads to look outside. Only to have the same exact thing happen the following week in Thailand.

As the conversation lulls, Harry’s gaze extends towards a bench off in the distance, tucked away in an alcove of willow trees and flower bushes.

They instinctively walk over in that direction. Briar sits, followed by Harry. Their bodies are pressed together again.

“I keep thinking about earlier today,” he says, fiddling with his hands. She smiles, looking over at him.

“Me too. I wouldn’t mind repeating it.”

“Yeah?” he says, smiling and inching closer to her.

“Yeah.”

Briar closes the gap this time, eagerly kissing into his mouth. Her hand comes up to cup his face. Harry deepens the kiss, using his tongue to explore every inch of her mouth. He eases up, opting to suck on her lower lip. They naturally break apart, her lower lip now red and plump.

“How far do you live from here?”

Harry is taken back by her forwardness. He’s picked up on her blunt nature, but she continues to keep him on his toes. His stomach twists in indecision, not wanting to move too quickly with her. She is, after all, a delicate little bird.

He’s quiet for a beat, surveying the look on her face, “Not far. Why? What’d you have in mind?”

“Well, you said you’re amazing at Scrabble. Let’s see you put some money where your mouth is.”

He smiles brightly, shocked at her answer. “Fine, you’re on. Don’t go crying when my stellar vocabulary comes out.”

He grabs her hand and guides her to stand up from the bench. They follow the path the way they came, passing an ice cream truck.

“Ooh! Do you want to split a cone?” she looks up at him, eyes the size of saucers.

“I’d love to. Which flavor?”

“Mint chocolate chip? Do you like that kind?”

“It’s m’favorite, actually,” he smirks at her, pulling out his wallet to give the worker a $10. He tells her to keep the change as she hands him the small sugar cone.

“We can stay here and eat. I’d hate to get it inside your car,” she says, staring at the black SUV across the street.

She’s sweet, thoughtful, and a little spicy. His favorite combination. He watches as she takes two delicate, kitten-like licks and extending the cone in his direction. He leans in to take his first bite, only for her to shove the cone in his face, causing both of them to erupt in giggles. She blots the napkin on his cheek to remove the mess.

“Fine, if we’re playing like that, don’t mind if I do,” Harry says, taking a large bite of the ice cream and cone, causing her to squeal.

“No! The cone is the best part!” Briar laughs, trying to steal what she can get.

They finish their cone, using Briar’s wet wipes from her bag to clean their hands and faces. Harry grabs her hand once more, guiding them to the car. Briar opts to link their pinkies together as they walk. Harry thinks it’s cute.

Their pinkies are locked for the duration of the drive, Harry dropping them only once to switch gears. They pull up to his place, a beautiful brownstone, clearly renovated in the last few years. His garage door opens as they get closer.

Briar waits for his lead, to which he pads around the front of the car to open her door. He leads her through the door to his mudroom, where he removes his shoes and socks. She follows suit, placing her bag on a hook by the door.

His decor is eclectic; warm, dark wood tones meeting bold colors, where appropriate. His walls are anything but bare; classic rock posters and delicate pieces of art litter every inch.

They arrive in his kitchen; a wide open space with updated appliances and gorgeous quartz stone countertops. His counters are neat, but certainly reflect a man lives there alone; various protein powders and supplements, along with raw fruits and even some tins of baked goods scattered around.

His attention is drawn to the room on the other side of the counter, where he hangs out the most. A TV hangs above the grand soapstone fireplace, where a large, L-shaped sofa resides.

“Head in there, I’ll grab us some water and grab the game.”

She smiles. While she’s happy to play Scrabble with Harry, she wouldn’t have minded he act on the double meaning of her self-invitation to his house. She’ll take what she can get.

Her eyes are drawn to his bookcase, filled with classics, new releases, and everything in between. She even spots Beach Read by Emily Henry. She chuckles to herself. She notices the abundance of Bukowski novels as Harry enters.

“Ya know, it’s a red flag when a guy is reading Bukowski,” Briar teases, running her fingers along the spine of one of the books, aware of Bukowski’s underlying theme of misogyny throughout his works.

“I’ve heard that. I think it matters more what you do with the topics he writes about, than the topics themselves. I read what he says, and go, ‘welp, won’t be doing that,’” he laughs.

He places the board game box down on the expansive coffee table. He doesn’t immediately open the box, in case Briar has other plans. She moves from the bookcase around the coffee table to sit on the sofa a respectable distance from Harry.

“How long have you lived here?” she asks, making note of the tall ceilings.

“5 years. I bought it in dilapidated shape and fully renovated it. The renovations took around 3 years. I lived with my friend, Ben, and his wife while it was being done. They had a nice attic apartment set up for me,” he recalls, smiling to himself.

“That’s really cool. What was your favorite part? The planning, the build, or the designing?”

“A little bit of everything. I was hellbent on keeping the historical integrity of the place, but it really only came to life when the finishing details came in. I’m really proud of the art pieces and trinkets I’ve picked up over the years, so I wanted everything to work well together.”

She hums at his thoughtful answer. “I don’t actually want to play Scrabble, you know.”

He smiles, looking directly at her, “I was hoping you’d say that, but I wanted to be a gentleman.”

She appreciates his honesty, and moves closer on the large sofa. Harry leans in again, this time, nudging her to sit in his lap. She clamors on, straddling over his legs. Their kiss deepens as she begins to strategically move her hips over his crotch.

He speaks between the feverish kisses, “I only wanna do what you're,” he kisses again, “—comfortable with, Briar.”

She pauses when she hears him say her name. She’s gotten used to the pet name, so it catches her off guard. “I appreciate that, but I’m good for anything, Harry.”

A groan catches in his throat. One day, down the line, she’ll wish she never said that. But today, he’s spoiling her in gentle kisses and slow movements. Before he even realizes, she peels herself off of him, kneeling in front of him on the ground and making a move toward his belt buckle. A few of the pillows slid off the sofa with her, creating a soft nest on the floor. He inhales sharply, recognizing there is no turning back in this fling with the beverage cart girl at his country club.

He pets at her hair, collecting the stray strands that lay on her face. She peers up at him, almost asking for permission. He runs his thumb along her cheek, encouraging her to keep going. In a perfect world, he’d be the one to pleasure her first, but there will always be time for that, he supposes.

She releases the buckle while unbuttoning his trousers, revealing his black Calvin Klein briefs. Briar runs her index finger along the length outlined by his underwear. He shudders, holding back a whine.

Briar releases him from the confines, preparing herself to come face to face with his size. She’s not the most sexually promiscuous girl, but she’s not a prude, either. His size intimidates her, she has to admit. Her two previous boyfriends’ dicks paled in comparison to Harry’s. But, she’s proud of her “can-do” attitude, so she continues on.

Briar wraps her small hand around him, eliciting the quietest moan from Harry, who’s patiently watching her from above. She peers back up at him before licking one cohesive stripe from the base to his tip, before swirling her tongue around the very top. She repeats the movement two more times before enveloping him in her mouth.

She nearly moans at the taste of him, plus the delicious girth stuffing her mouth to the brim. Her first move to fit more of him in her throat forces her to breathe through her nose and settle down a bit.

“Taking me so well, Birdie,” he grunts, laying his head back. “So fucking good.”

He can sense her lack of oxygen, so he taps her on the cheek to remind her to breathe. She peeks up at him, a lazy smile on his face. After a few more minutes, he grunts out, “Okay, baby, that’s enough.”

She pulls off of him with a pop, and one more tug for good measure. She stands, placing her hands on his knees, leaning in to kiss him again. He welcomes it, deepening the kiss once more. She loves when men kiss her after oral; she can’t say so about her past boyfriends.

He tucks himself back in his underwear, making her cock her head at him. He stands, pants still unbuckled, grabbing her hand to lock pinkies, assuming he’s leading her to his bedroom. Her suspicions are correct as they climb the staircase in the main entrance, yet another grandiose and impeccably designed room.

His room is the last in the dimly lit hall. She makes note of the hallway’s gallery wall filled with photos of Harry from all years of his life, and a few landscapes she assumes he took himself. She makes a note to ask him about them later.

He opens the door, revealing a cozy, neat bedroom. She can clearly see a balcony straight ahead that overlooks his small garden area out back. He pulls her to stand at the foot of the bed, kissing her.

He reaches to pull his shirt off, tugging it off by the neckline, revealing the tattoos she got a glimpse of at the club.

“Wow, I didn’t get to take a close look at your tattoos last time,” she jokes, running her hands along the mermaid on his forearm.

“You were looking, don’t lie to me,” he teases, placing his tongue in his cheek. He gently reaches out to remove her shirt, to which she complies, pulling it off, leaving her in her bra and trousers.

Harry can’t choose where to look first, her supple breasts, or her toned midsection. He takes a deep breath, before reaching for the button of her pants. She stands, like putty in his hands, allowing him to take control.

When she’s in just her bra and thong, he places his knee in between her legs, nudging her to sit on the bed and lay back. She reaches back to remove her bra, sending her breasts pouring out. Harry has to hold himself back from ogling her.

“So fucking hot. From the moment I saw you,” Harry says, adjusting his pants.

She slides back, awkwardly, until her head is closer to the headboard. He follows, elevating himself by his left arm in a plank position. He drops his knees to either side of her. He shuffles backward so his face is directly above her center. He looks down like a dog eyeing a bone, and gently lowers his face to kiss her on the outside of her underwear.

He plants her feet on the bed and pulls the fabric aside, revealing her glistening core, eyeing it hungrily. He looks back up at her, to which she smiles gently at him, a blissful look on her face. He takes a long lick, from bottom to top, receiving a whine from Briar in response. Her taste is already driving him wild.

She begins to squirm, to which he locks his bicep around her leg to keep her still. He sticks his tongue out, making contact with her clit, while using his other hand to pet her entrance. He looks up, the bottom half of his face buried in her, to see her head thrown back as she holds up her upper body on her elbows.

He inserts his middle finger into her, making her pant and move her leg.

“Relax, Birdie,” Harry says gently, bringing her mind back to him. He circles his tongue around her clit, seeing which side is more sensitive. Her response when he hit her left side tells him his answer. He continues his blunt attack as he feels her tighten around his fingers. He’s since added a second and third digit, lightly curling his finger tips to pet her G-spot.

“C’mon, Birdie, get there,” he encourages, his husky voice pushing her closer to the edge, his breath on her folds making her whine. One more thrust of his fingers has her shivering, turning the build up of pressure in her pelvis into a wave of pleasure. He rides her through it, slowing down his tongue on her clit.

Her facial expression is unreadable. She lowers her head back down to the bed, abruptly pulling her elbows out from under her so she collapses the rest of the way down. He uses this time to readjust himself in his briefs.

“Wow,” she breathes, wiping a little bit of sweat from her forehead. They both stay exactly where they are, catching their breaths, before Harry joins her on the upper portion of the mattress.

He’s laying on his side, hand under his head, creating a triangle with his arm, and gently reaches out to pet her side.

“You good? Do you want to go back downstairs?” He questions, taking note of her current state.

“What? You didn’t come…” she trails off, eyeing his crotch. He looks uncomfortable.

“Hey, it’s okay, I wanted to take care of you,” he assures. She stares at him before kissing him hard, tasting herself on his tongue. He takes that as her answer. Harry maneuvers so he’s above her once more, this time pulling her underwear down her legs, and taking off his own pants and briefs. While she gets comfy, he unwraps and rolls a condom down his cock.

He takes her legs and throws one over his shoulder, placing his hand next to her head. He guides his length so its aligned perfectly with her center. He pushes the bulbous head past the ring of muscle, exhaling as he does so.

“Oh, baby,” he grits out, trying to hold back from vigorously thrusting into her. He reaches out to grab her boob, flicking his thumb over her nipple. She shivers, squeaking out a sensual moan.

“Feels so good, Harry. Start moving please…” she begs, squeezing her eyes shut in pleasure.

He completes a full thrust, staring at her core devouring him. He could watch this all day. He thrusts quickly, but not hard, hoping to get her to cum one more time. He takes more shallow thrusts before pinching her clit with his thumb and index finger. He can feel her clench around him, making that same blissed out face like the last time.

“Wish you could see how well you take me, sweet girl,” he coos, increasing the pressure.

She grabs his bicep, “There, right there, Harry, ah!” as she rolls into another orgasm.

“Good girl,” he praises, making her absolutely melt below him. He’s thankful it came quick, as he feels himself hit a wall.

He takes one last, long thrust before pouring into the condom. They’re still for a moment as Harry drops down to his forearm, petting the hair out of her face. He gently pulls out, rolling over to stand up and discard the rubber.

By the time he turns around, she is under his top sheet to give a little modesty, leaning against the headboard. He joins her, loosely covering his lower half with the sheet. He reaches out to pet her inner thigh, a touch she appreciates.

“That was…Something,” he laughs, looking over at her. “You’re incredible.”

“Thanks,” she says shyly. They sit in silence for a few minutes, until Harry reaches for his phone on the side table. It’s already well past 9PM. His hand extends to gently tap her thigh under the covers.

“I’d love to have you stay, but I totally understand if you’d rather go home,” Harry says with kind eyes.

“Thanks, yeah, I actually have to get home for my dog. It’s been a long day for him.”

“You didn’t mention a dog! I love dogs,” Harry smiles as she shows him her phone’s lock screen of Gus with his tongue sticking out. “He’s gorgeous.”

“I’ll drive you back to Wynnewood to get your car,” Harry offers, standing to throw his clothes back on.

“That’d be great. Thanks,” Briar responds, rising to go into the attached ensuite. For other hookups, she’d ask to use the bathroom. Something about her interactions with Harry feel natural, putting her at ease.

She can hear him say he’ll wait for her downstairs as she’s finishing up washing her hands. She does her due-diligence, checking the bathroom for signs of another woman; a razor, loofah, sweet smelling body wash. The coast seems clear.

Briar takes her time walking down that same hallway to admire the dozens of photos on the wall. She sees one of Harry with two women, one she assumes to be his sister, and the other, his mom. They’re both gorgeous, like him.

She pads down the stairs to find him at his kitchen island. He smiles, looking up from his phone.

“Ready to go, Birdie?”

“Yeah, I’ll follow you out.”

When they arrive at the club, it’s packed with the late night crowd. It’s never not a party at Wynnewood. Harry pulls the car into the same spot, adjacent to her Jeep. She lingers before getting out.

“I had a really nice time with you, Harry,” she smiles shyly.

“Me, too. I’d love to take you out again, or even just hang at mine,” he says earnestly, reaching to grab her hand. “I can give you a call tomorrow to plan something.”

She almost laughs, forgetting Harry is older. Normally, she’d wait for a Snapchat from a hook up, asking, ‘WYD?’

“Sounds good,” she says, leaning in for a quick peck. He gladly obliges. She reaches for the handle, opening the door to the Range Rover. There’s no one outside of the club, except for the valet boys.

“Bye, Birdie,” he says, smiling.

“Bye, Harry.”

She shuts the door and Harry smiles as he watches her unlock and get into her Jeep. He waits until she starts the car successfully. She gives him a cute little wave and carefully pulls forward. He follows her out of the parking lot, only parting to go in their respective directions toward home.

In the distance, a pair of watchful eyes see them leave the parking lot of Wynnewood, making note of the interesting pair.

When Harry wakes up the next morning, replaying yesterday’s events in his head, he can barely wipe the smile from his face. He hasn’t felt this way about anyone in a long time. His nights have been filled with hook-ups with housewives in his pilates classes, and PTA moms from his niece’s school. He’s never been one to enjoy random hook-ups, but the last few years have brought significant amounts of stress his way.

Briar is special; full of charm, witty come backs, and all-around gorgeous. He thinks about the first moment he saw her at Wynnewood. Niall finally convinced him to return to the club after several years of bouncing around other courses in the area.

She was smiling brightly, washing the golf carts down with her co-workers. She has a way of bringing fun to even the most mundane tasks. Her golf outfit accentuated her features, matching his years’ long fantasy of hooking up with a girl that golfs. Whether she golfs or not, he’s unsure, but she looks damn cute in everything she wears.

He sends Briar a good morning text before jumping in the shower. She’s already at Wynnewood, filling him in on the drama he’s missing. The members should be featured on a Bravo show; the goings on are pure reality television material.

He spends extra time in the shower, easing his achey muscles. He’s played more rounds of golf in the last month than he has in his whole life, just to increase his chances of interacting with Briar. He feels a tiny, thumb-shaped bruise forming on his bicep, presumably from Briar’s grasp. He smiles.

His work days have been light recently, opting to delegate instead of jumping on the front lines of investing and trading. He’s been a hedge fund manager for a little over ten years, putting in the work to set him up for success for life. Many of his mentors and predecessors retired early, even younger than Harry, but he’s not quite ready to throw in the towel.

He responds to a few emails on his phone before entering his home office. Niall is coming over so they can strategize before a meeting. Their hedge fund used to have an office, but they opted to sell to give their employees the freedom to travel and work from where they please.

He hears Niall come in through the garage and make his way down the hall to Harry’s office. Harry is sat in his leather office chair and gives him a simple nod when he comes in.

“What’d you get up to yesterday?” Niall asks, plopping down in a seat adjacent to Harry’s. Niall and Harry spend an ungodly amount of time together, so he’s not surprised Niall asks this.

Harry hesitates, wondering how much he should share, or if Niall had somehow seen him and Briar yesterday.

“Um, not much, went to Wynnewood for a practice round in the morning, and then some random things in the afternoon,” Harry lies.

“Went to Wynnewood to see your girl Briar?” Niall smirks, crossing his legs at his ankles.

Harry runs his tongue along his teeth, holding back a smile, “Yes, I saw her there. She got me a nice drink and a snack.”

“Sure, buddy,” Niall laughs, pulling out his laptop and a pair of reading glasses.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Harry snaps, furrowing his brow.

“You’re a little obsessed with her, is all. Ever since I got you back to Wynnewood, you’ve gone there hoping you run into her. Why do you think I requested her as our server when we met with Hassan and Jason?”

“I just thought you liked her. She’s a nice girl,” Harry huffs.

“She is a nice girl. If you like her, you should do something about it,” Niall reasons, looking at Harry directly.

“Fine. I took her out yesterday, and we came back here and we fucked.”

Niall’s eyes widen, his mouth falling open at Harry’s confession. He juts his lips out and nods his head as to say, ‘right on’.

“Do you like her?”

“What, Niall? Of course I do. I hope she wants to go out with me again. We’ve already been texting today.”

“Good shit,” Niall seemingly moves on, ready to talk business.

Harry laughs at Niall’s ability to switch gears completely and focus on work. Harry pulls up his slide deck and begins to review his notes from his last meeting.

Since her afternoon with Harry, Briar has been on cloud 9. She’s happy she didn’t shy away from Harry’s advances in fear of getting fired.

She woke up early to take Gus on a walk, and to feel out the slight soreness she has between her legs. It stings a bit, but is a nice reminder of Harry. She arrives at Wynnewood at a quarter to 7, ready to conquer the day.

She smiles at Harry’s good morning text, opting to tell him about the gossip she overheard as she passed the tennis courts. The tennis players at the club are way more wild than the golfers.

She heads inside to clock in at the register at the bar, where she finds Cam setting up for the day.

“Hey, B!” she yells.

“Hey, Cam,” Briar smiles, punching in her number. She walks around to lean on the bar.

“Harry and I fucked,” Briar whispers.

Cam’s head whips around, “Holy shit! When? Where?”

“Yesterday, at his place. He picked me up after my shift and we went for a walk at the public garden. Then I told him we should play Scrabble to invite myself over,” she snorts. “He actually got the game out in case I was being serious.”

“Good thing he’s not stupid. Next time you can ‘Netflix and Chill’ him.”

“Yeah, I’ll have to do that,” she giggles. She waves goodbye to Cam before heading back out to load up her cart. She adds another golf pun to her tip jar:

What did the sign above the golf club bar say?

“Don’t drink and drive. Don’t even putt.”

She chuckles to herself, turning on her string lights. She hopes Harry will swing by today. They’ve been texting lightly, but she doesn’t want to come off as clingy. Maybe she’ll call him on her break.

The day goes by as usual, returning to the clubhouse to stock up a few times. When she’s ready for a snack and some time in the shade, she pulls up to the familiar wooded area on near the 14th hole; her and Harry’s spot.

Briar looks around to make sure no one is nearby. She pulls out her phone and scrolls her contact list to find her fox.

Harry answers on the second ring, “Hi, Birdie, how’s your day? I thought I was supposed to call you?”

“Hi, Harry, it’s good. Well, you should assume by now that I’m not the type of girl to wait by the phone,” she teases.

“Silly me, I should have known. My day’s been good; reviewing a few possible investments and lots of emails. Niall just left my place, actually. Since we don’t have an official office anymore, he comes here sometimes.”

Briar hums, smiling to herself. She could listen to him tell stories all day.

“Listen, uh…” he trails off. Is he trying to push her off the phone? He was the one that wanted to follow up with her.

“Niall was kind of grilling me about where I was yesterday. I think he noticed I was a little hard to reach. So, I kind of ‘fessed up. I didn’t share anything in detail. I’m not that kind of guy,” he says, exasperated, not wanting her to think he’s a scumbag.

“Harry, Harry, it’s okay, don’t worry about it. I told Cam, so, I think we’re even.”

He lets out a breath, relieved. “Okay, good. Again, sorry it happened like that.”

“It’s all good. What are you doing the rest of the day?” she asks, tapping the steering wheel of her cart.

“Umm, no plans as of yet, but, I’m not against making some — with you, if that wasn’t clear,” he stumbles. She giggles, rolling her eyes.

“Yeah, that sounds good. I can come over? I can grab us dinner from somewhere, or bring something home from the club. I’ll probably be here later than usual, there’s some charity event that starts soon.”

“Yeah, that sounds good. You can schmooze the chef into cooking up something good, I’m sure.”

“Yes, Chef Lambo! He’s the G.O.A.T,” Briar squeals.

It takes Harry a split second to decipher what she just said. Greatest of All Time. Hm, one of those generational differences. He laughs, “Alright, Birdie, that sounds good. Well, I’ll let you get to it. I hope the golfers are treating you nicely.”

“Thanks, Harry, I’ll talk to you later.”

They hang up, and Briar continues on her route. The butterflies in her stomach stay with her all the way to the clubhouse. When her shift ends, she heads straight for the kitchen to find Lambo.

“Hi, Lambo,” Briar says, knocking on the frame of his open office door. “Have a sec?”

“Hi, Briar Baby! Of course I have a second,” he grins, inviting her in. Lambo is the nicest human she’s ever met. He went to culinary school after growing up homeless. Everything he has is through incredibly hard work. She admires him for that.

“Think you can whip up something good for me and…a friend…to eat tonight?” she doesn’t make eye contact with him when she says ‘friend’.

“Of course, baby. What are you in the mood for? Pasta? Steak? Is it a male ‘friend’?” he says, putting air quotes around friend.

Her cheeks heat up, knowing he’s figured her out. She nods.

“Well, I’ll think of some date night food while you go get changed. Come back in a half an hour and I’ll have it ready.”

“Thanks, Lambo, I owe you one.”

“Don’t sweat it. I’ll see you in a bit.”

She took her time getting ready in the locker room. She changed into a pair of leggings and threw on a Nike pullover. Nice and casual. When Briar returns to the kitchen, she sees her food packed up perfectly, with a note from Lambo:

Steak frites with broccoli rabe and scalloped potatoes. I included a brownie for dessert :-)

Enjoy! Be safe.

-Lambo

She smiles. She’ll bring him an iced coffee the next time they work together. She grabs the bag and exits through the back kitchen door that leads straight to the employee parking lot.

She pulls up to Harry’s house, parks, and retrieves the food from her passenger’s side. As she heads toward the front door, she hears a voice from his neighbor’s side of the fence. She sees a middle-aged woman watering plants on her front porch.

“Leave the food on the porch, hun! Read his sign about deliveries,” she says, rolling her eyes. Briar’s attention moves to the note on the door, scribbled in Harry’s writing.

Please leave all packages on the table to the left. TPWK.

She looks to the left to see a small glass table, with a basket full of snacks and drinks and another note, thanking the drivers. In fear of Harry’s neighbor calling the cops for lingering too long, she grabs a granola bar and books it back to her car. She calls Harry immediately.

“Hi, Birdie, you on your way here?” he asks, sitting on the foot of his bed, putting on a pair of socks.

“Um, I’m here, but there’s a slight issue. I was walking up to the front door, and your neighbor thought I was a delivery driver,” Briar says, mortified. “She told me to just leave the food.”

Harry starts to hysterically laugh, leaning down to pinch the outer parts of his eyes with his thumb and his pointer finger.

“S’not funny! I was scared she was gonna call the cops if I lingered there. I even followed your instructions and left the food on the little table. These Karens are unbelievable these days.”

“Alright, I’ll come down and get you. Be there in one sec,” he says before clicking end.

He exits his house through the garage, opening the door to meet Briar on his driveway. He looks over to Maureen’s yard, finding it empty. Briar hops out of her Jeep and fast walks over to Harry.

“It’s okay, she went back inside,” he says, leaning in for a kiss. She reciprocates, before walking to his front porch to retrieve the food.

“That’ll be $47.91 plus tip,” she says with a straight face, before busting out into her signature giggle.

He shakes his head, following her into the garage before clicking the overhead door closed.

They eat and enjoy each other’s company. When Harry sees she brought home steak frites, he grabs a full-bodied Cabernet Sauvignon from his wine cellar to pair it with. The two of them finish the whole bottle, and retire to his sofa for the evening, a little wine drunk and content.

They chat for a bit longer. He shares more information about his family and why he left the UK for college. She listens attentively, asking questions when necessary.

“What about you, Birdie, what was your life like growing up?”

She freezes. If she didn’t have 2 1/2 glasses of wine in her, she’d shut down any mention of her family.

“Um, well, my Uncle Patrick and Aunt Meredith actually raised me. Patrick is my dad’s brother. He passed away when I was young, like 5 or 6. My mom is still around, but she struggled with an addiction problem after he died. She and my dad knew each other since they were 14 years old, so she just couldn’t handle it.”

Harry instinctively offered a comforting touch on her arm. He let her continue.

“So, when she was struggling, my aunt and uncle got custody of me and my brothers; I have 3 older and 1 younger. But my mom is doing better now. She’s about 4 years clean, and actually just got remarried. He’s a nice guy and I think he’s good for her.”

“Did you still see her when you were growing up?”

“Yeah, it’s not like we were kept from her, but she always came to our house. We were never told of the details of where she lived, worked. Everything was kind of surface level.”

He pulls her in for a side hug, “Thanks for sharing that with me. I’m sure it’s not an easy thing for you to talk about.”

They’re quiet for a moment, her head on his shoulder.

“Wanna watch a movie?” Harry offers. He’s noticed Briar’s eyes gently close throughout the night, signaling her exhaustion. Poor thing. Those long hours at the club are probably taxing.

“Yeah,” she replies simply, nuzzling into his side. “You pick.”

“You want something scary? Or something easy to watch?”

“Easy to watch. I don’t like scary stuff, really.”

Harry puts on ‘Crazy, Stupid, Love’ before dimming the lights in the room on his phone.

She gasps, smiling bright, “This is one of my favorites!”

He smiles, “Mine, too.”

Briar jerks awake, frantically looking around the room to reorient herself. She remembers she’s at Harry’s and they fell asleep watching a movie. The screen is off, but she can still make out Harry’s sleeping frame from the street lamp out front. He looks like a dad asleep in a recliner, arms spread out, head back and mouth wide open, slightly snoring. She smiles at him fondly.

She pats around the sofa for her phone to check the time. 3:23AM. It’d be weird to leave, right? She thinks to herself. Or is it weirder that she stayed? This is only their second official hangout, but she already feels so comfortable with him.

He must sense she’s awake, because his breathing gets more shallow. His eyes peel open and he sits up, clearing his throat as he looks over at her.

“Briar? Are you okay?” he whispers, voice full of sleep and eyes puffy.

“Yeah, go back to sleep. It’s early. I just woke up and forgot where I was for a few minutes.”

“Well, let’s go upstairs. I’ll have to go to the chiropractor if I sleep like this any longer.”

She laughs. She doesn’t feel the age gap between them often, but when he says things like that, she can’t help but recognize it. They climb the stairs, his knees cracking on the way up.

“Are you comfy in those clothes? Or do you want one of my T-shirts?”

She ponders his question, opting for a shirt. He hands her a Def Leppard T-shirt, and she takes off her bralette before sliding it over her head. Harry is already in his bed, tucked under the covers watching her. She slides her leggings down to the floor and then joins him.

Harry surveys her expression, seeing if she’s sleepy, or full of energy. Before he woke up, he was having a wonderful dream that he’s now dealing with the physical ramifications of. Briar stares back at him, wondering if he’s looking for a hook-up, since they kept it pretty innocent last night.

She reaches out to paw at his waist, feeling his rock-hard crotch. She smirks, knowing she’s right. He inhales sharply, moving his hips towards her. Briar moves her hand past his waist band, dancing her fingers down his length.

Harry moans quietly, closing his eyes at her gentle touch. When he opens his eyes, she’s shuffling down the bed, disappearing under the covers. He feels his briefs sliding down his legs, coming to a stop just under his ass.

He rolls so he’s flat on his back, his knees slightly bent. Harry hears Briar gather spit in her mouth before gently wetting his cock with it. She starts by firmly grasping him at the base, before licking a stripe towards the top. This time, her free hand comes up to fondle his balls.

Harry’s eyes roll back in his head, before releasing a guttural moan. Briar smirks and repeats the movement, before lowering her head to stick them in her mouth one at a time. She pops off each one of them like a cherry, before returning to his cock. She sticks her thumb at his slit, rubbing the pre cum around gently. She envelopes him in her mouth, moaning at the fullness. She bobs her head up and down for a few minutes, before she feels his hand slam down on the bed, begging for mercy.

“Oh my goddd,” he slurs.

Harry runs his fingers through Briar’s soft hair, trying to hold off an orgasm. He can feel his lower region start to bubble, before shooting his cum into her mouth. She moans, collecting the sperm, before sliding her mouth off his cock and giving his tip one last kiss. She swallows, licking her lips while she stares up at him.

He’s bewildered. Perplexed. In awe. His head drops back down on his pillow, waiting for her to join him at his side. Her head pops back out from under the covers, smiling at him. He gives her a peck on her lips.

She rolls on her side and places her hand under her cheek, closing her eyes, “Night, Harry.”

“Huh? Let me get you back!” he pleads, still in shock.

“Nah, it’s good. I’m tired. Are you swinging by the course today?”

He rolls over to look at his phone. 4:39 AM. “I wasn’t going to, but that performance incentivized me,” he smiles, shuffling to make room for her.

She giggles, scooting over to lay her head on his chest.

Briar and her spry energy at 7AM makes Harry envious. He slept on the sofa for only a few hours and feels like he got hit by a bus. Oh to be in your 20s.

She’s rustling around in his ensuite, opening each drawer and closing them softly.

“Extra toothbrushes are in the bottom drawer,” He rasps out, trying to block the light from his eyes.

“Got it, thanks!”

She brushes her teeth, checking herself in the mirror. She pads back out to his bed, now occupied by Harry in the starfish position. She leans over him, pushing his hair out from his face.

“I’ll see you later?” she asks, sweetly.

“I think I’ll make an afternoon appearance. Gotta recover a bit. Drink some electrolytes.”

Briar rolls her eyes heading for the stairs, “Alright, I didn’t keep you out at an all-night rave. Bye, Harry.”

“Bye-bye, Birdie!” He shouts. “I’ve been waiting to say that one!”

Briar groans dramatically from the entryway, before closing the front door gently. He can get used to these kinds of mornings.

Since he’s up, he uses this time to head down to his home gym. He hops on his Peloton treadmill for a quick run, opting to listen to his playlist instead of the instructor’s. He sets a personal record, throwing a fist in the air when he earns his badge. His day is off to a great start, he thinks.

The morning goes by quick, and before he knows it, Harry’s getting dressed to head over to Wynnewood. He grabs green juice, one for Briar, and one for himself, from the organic grocery store down the street. He pulls up to the valet stand, tossing his keys to the boys.

Harry sets off toward the locker room to retrieve his clubs. He upgraded his locker to be able to keep his clubs there, instead of lugging them back and forth each time.

He arrives at the 5th hole for his designated tee time. The group ahead of him is playing at a less than ideal pace, so he grabs his phone to turn on a podcast. Instead of his usual finance show, he plays an episode of ‘Girls Gotta Eat’, per Briar’s recommendation.

He is a bit shocked by the raunchiness, but continues through the episode. He shakes his head, knowing that that show fits his girl’s personality perfectly. His girl. He likes that.

He hasn’t seen Briar anywhere. By the time he makes it to the 14th hole, he can see her cart parked in the wooded area — their spot.

Harry sinks the putt at 1 under — a birdie, of course, and then heads over to her. He hears her clapping and cheering for him. He places his clubs down a few yards away and saunters over.

When he approaches, she’s beaming.

“Hi.”

“Hi, Birdie. Were you waiting for me here?”

“Maybe. I saw your tee time on the list.”

He smiles, sitting down next to her on her cart’s bench. The course is relatively empty, so they don’t feel the need to hide.

They embrace in a passionate kiss, getting a little sloppy after a while. He pulls away, and Harry begins to stare straight ahead. Unsure, she follows his gaze, but sees no one.

She can feel his hand snake under her skirt, eliciting a gasp.

“Harry! Here?”

“Why not? No one’s around. We’ll be quick.”

He’s thankful she’s not wearing one of those skort things. The built-in pants confuse him and make things difficult.

His fingers dance at the crotch of her thin panties. He glides his middle finger up her slit, gathering the bit of wetness. He inserts his middle finger. He has yet to look at Briar, but he’s sure the look on her face is one of bliss, broken whimpers escaping her throat.

“Be a good girl and keep it down. Wouldn’t want to cause a disturbance,” he murmurs in her ear. They’ve only hooked up twice, but he feels like he can start to explore his more dominate side with her.

Briar whines, wiggling away from him. Harry doesn’t like that.

“Move again and I stop.”

“Okay,” she says quietly, wanting to cum already. She hasn’t even looked up to see if anyone is near them. At this point, she doesn’t even care.

He thrusts three fingers in and out of her center vigorously, but discreetly. His thumb moves backward to pet at her clit, increasing the pressure in her pelvis. After a few moments, she’s clenching so hard around his fingers. She comes just seconds later, releasing the sweetest whine, shoving her face into his shoulder.

Harry removes his fingers, straightening out her skirt, before lifting his fingers to his mouth, licking his index, before sliding it out and extending his other fingers out to her.

“Suck.”

She welcomes his fingers in her mouth, tongue swirling around them. She closes her eyes at how erotic this is, his dominance making her hornier.

He pulls his hand back, reaching for one of the wipes she keeps in the cart, acting as if nothing happened. She can see his bulge in his pants, so she reaches over to try and alleviate it.

“Ah, ah. No, Birdie. Settle down. You’re not allowed to touch unless I say.”

She whines at his dismissal, but she realizes he’s playing the role of the dominant. They haven’t had an explicit conversation about their likes and dislikes in bed, but this is a big fat LIKE on her part. Her experience with dominant and submissive roles is limited, having only been spanked by her ex-boyfriend in college. She’s a quick learner and will basically do anything Harry tells her to.

Harry cleans up and rises from the cart, casually looking around. The course is still empty.

“Well, I better get going. Be a good girl for me, Birdie. I’ll see you later,” he says, kissing her on her neck.

He walks off, leaving Briar speechless, as usual.

Harry finishes his round, shooting well under par. This is a great fucking day, he thinks, smiling to himself as he heads to the locker room.

He sees Briar’s uncle, Patrick exiting one of the conference rooms near the locker room.

They make eye contact, and Harry smiles, about to open his mouth to greet him. Out of no where, Patrick pins Harry up against the wall, his forearm crushing his windpipe.

“Woah, Patrick, what’s going on?” Harry panics, choking slightly.

“What’re you doing sniffing around my niece?” Patrick seethes, his face getting red.

Harry falters, unable to form a coherent sentence. “I—what?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. I saw her get out of your car the other night, right out front,” he whisper-shouts, not wanting to draw any attention to their altercation.

Harry is caught red handed.

“Buddy, I—,” Harry starts, before Patrick interrupts.

“Don’t ‘buddy’ me, we’re not friends. That girl is my entire life, and I’ll be damned if a rich prick like you takes advantage of her. Especially one twice her age! I knew giving her this job was a bad idea. It’s why I didn’t let her work here as a teenager.”

Since Briar filled him in on the details of her upbringing, he understands Patrick’s defensiveness. Their bond is close, as he had to step up as her father figure for most of her life. Patrick eases up the pressure he’s holding on Harry’s neck.

“Sir, I completely understand. But, I can assure you, this isn’t some fling. I’m quite fond of Briar. We shouldn’t have risked being seen here. I would hate for it to affect her job. But, I promise, there are real feelings here — for both of us,” Harry explains, his eyes a little wide out of fear of Patrick’s next move.

Patrick eases off of him, looking around to make sure no other members saw them.

“Fine, but I swear to God, if you hurt her, you’re done for. Do you hear me?” Patrick threatens, staring straight into Harry’s soul.

“Understood.”

Harry retreats to the locker room, exhaling. He has an uneasiness in his stomach. He changes in record time, and books it towards his car. He shoots Briar a text:

🦊: Call me when you’re done your shift.

🐥: I will 🤠

He sits for a while, answering emails while he waits for her call.

He feels it buzzing, letting him know he has an incoming call from ‘🐥’.

“Hi! Are you still here?” she says, right as he picks up.

“Um, yeah, I’m still here. I’ve been sitting in my car,” he says, scratching the back of his head.

“Huh? Why?” she asks, unsure of what his answer will be.

“Why don’t you come here and meet me. We’ll sit for a bit,” he says, trying to remain ambiguous.

“Ummm, okay, I’ll be right there.”

They end the call, and Briar appears at the passenger’s side a few minutes later. She hops in, giving him a peck.

“What’re you doing?” she asks.

“We have a bit of a situation,” Harry says gently, turning to face her in the passenger’s seat.

A puzzled look crosses her face, “What kind of situation?”

“Patrick saw you get out of my car when I drove you back here the other night. So, he just cornered me in the hallway by the locker room and gave me an earful.”

Briar doesn’t even process Harry’s words before she’s furiously opening the door and storming towards the pro shop. Harry swallows thickly, panic bubbling in his throat.

He quickly follows her in, knowing he looks like such a pussy for telling on Patrick.

Patrick is helping a customer when Briar powerfully pushes the door open, causing everyone in there to look at her.

“UNCLE PATRICK,” she screeches.

Patrick’s eyes go wide, seeing his niece, red in the face, and the guy he threatened to kill just an hour ago right behind her.

“Folks, if we could just have a few minutes… Come back later and I can help you all out…” He says to the people in the pro shop.

They clear out quickly. Patrick leans back against the counter, presumably giving Briar the floor to speak. He’s learned over the years to let her get her point across before responding.

“Harry told me you threatened him, is that true? I’m 23 years old for god’s sake. Who I spend my time with has nothing to do with you. And what are you doing even threatening someone with physical violence at your work? Are you crazy?” Briar rattles off point after point, and Patrick just takes it.

“Good now?” Patrick says, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Briar bear — Listen, I know I don’t have a right to say anything, but when something like this is happening under my nose, I have to speak up. I just worry about you, kid. I always will. I just want to do right by your dad. Yes, you’re a grown woman now, but he would roll over in his grave if I let this go without saying a word.”

“I think I got my point across,” Patrick says, staring directly at Harry. “Didn’t I?”

“Yes,” Harry says, moving closer. “Which is why you can kick me out of Wynnewood if I ever disrespect Briar. I’m very serious about my feelings for her, Patrick.”

Briar smiles softly. She’s calmer having Harry with her for this conversation. “Uncle Pat, please don’t tell anyone about Harry and me. We’re still going to follow the rules and not be overly friendly on the property,” Briar says, already lying. She and Harry were plenty friendly in the woods on the 14th hole.

Patrick ponders, before agreeing. He pulls her in for a hug, resting his chin on her head. He glares at Harry over her head, to which Harry cowers away a bit. He still won’t fuck with Patrick, even though he has no plans of letting Briar go.

The pair leave the pro shop, a few minutes after the other, as to not drum up suspicion. They climb back into his car, staring straight ahead in silence for a minute. Harry links their pinkies together.

“I like you all spicy like that,” Harry teases. “Like a little chihuahua. And Briar bear is so cute! Might even be cuter than Birdie.”

“Shut up.”

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simon x sick!reader

wc— 973

cw— sick fic!! reader is gender neutral. emetophobia warning!! > mention of throwing up. simon being a good boyfriend.

a/n— this is my first official addition to this page!! i’m still getting used to this whole “writing and posting” thing, so i’d love feedback and constructive criticism :3 enjoy!!

your body felt hot. the weight of your sheets on top of you was all you could feel aside from the way your eyes felt glued shut and how your clothes stuck uncomfortably to your back.

the past few days you knew you were starting to catch something, a few sneezes there and a small headache there — but you’d never guess you’d start to feel this bad.

now, it’s not like you were running to the bathroom and hurling the remains of your dinner from the past night into the toilet bowl, no. however, you did feel like the inside of your throat was being clawed at by a very angry cat and your mouth was dry from not being able to breathe clearly from your nose.

forcing your eyes open, you groan as you stir from your warm and slightly damp spot of the bed, your eyes adjusting to your dark room. you lick your lips, attempting to bring back some moisture, but they dried up again almost immediately.

“ugh… si?” you groan, looking to his side of the bed where he was. well, where he would be. you blinked your eyes, lifting your hand and placing it in his spot and feeling the warmth of his body that was left behind. huh.

you peered at the alarm clock on your nightstand. 2:41 am.

“si?” you weakly called out again, your nasally voice ringing throughout your shared bedroom. a few moments pass before you hear the heavy padding of feet approaching, a muscular forearm gently nudging the door open.

simon’s dark silhouette walked in, a mug of something in hand and a thermometer in the other. he shuffled closer, setting the mug down on the nightstand and turning on the small lamp next to the edge.

the lamp illuminated his dark eyes, which shifted from the thermometer’s buttons to you after turning it on. his short, blond locks were tousled from sleep, scratching the scruff on his jaw.

“woke up a couple minutes ago. felt ya’ start to get hot,” he grunted, holding the thermometer up to your forehead as he took your temperature. after the beep, he squinted, reading back your temperature in his gruff voice.

“99.8” he stated, setting the thermometer down and sitting on the edge of the bed, rugged body slightly facing you as one leg folded onto the sheets and the other hung off the bed.

“nothing too bad, yet.”

coaxing you to sit up, he carefully brings the cup of tea towards you, pausing when your hands don’t come up to take it. he looks up at you, watching you eye the steaming cup suspiciously. he sighs

“yes, it has enough honey.” he clarifies, watching your expression relax. he held his hand beneath yours as you took hold of the mug, softly blowing on it before you took a sip.

you hummed in satisfaction, affirming his words. “thank you, si,” you murmured, “but aren’t you going to get sick too?”

“don’t worry about that, lovie. focus on you gettin’ better,” his voice rumbled. you took a few more sips of the tea, soothing your throat little by little, before deciding you were too sweaty to finish it.

you handed the mug to him before coughing into your elbow, trying to clear out the feeling of glass in your throat but failing.

“i’m so sweaty…” you groan, watching as simon automatically puts the mug down and gets up, moving to the closet as he looks for something lighter for you to wear.

he’s back within a few seconds, one of his large t-shirts in hand and a pair of sleep shorts just in case.

“up,” he nudges your arms, helping you take off your long sleeve shirt which was slightly cold with your sweat. tossing it to the side, he rolled up the other shirt, gingerly slipping the sleeves down your arms as his shirt draped across your form.

“shorts?” he asked, noting how you already weren’t wearing pants, opting to sleep in your underwear instead. when you shook your head, he walked to the closet once more, putting the shorts away and your shirt in the hamper.

“thank you, si,” you whispered tiredly.

“none of that. need anything else? some water?”

“yes, please”

he walked out of the room.

you wondered how you ended up with such a caring man as your boyfriend. he’s practically a mind reader at this point. you looked down, eyeing the shirt he picked out for you. it was an old shirt of his, one he used to wear frequently before he became a part of your life.

the shirt was a dark gray, small holes between the seams of the sleeves. it was your favorite one, hence how worn out it was. you took the soft fabric in your hands, bringing it up to smell the familiar scent.

simon walks back into the room with a fresh glass of water, noticing you. he gently tuts to himself, setting the glass next to the mug he had forgotten to take to the kitchen with him.

he plopped back into your shared bed, your body falling towards him as the bed shifted from his weight. settling the sheets over his lower half, he handed you the glass of water, waiting patiently for you to be finished. when you were, he set the glass back down, the two of you getting comfortable once more.

he subconsciously brought you towards him as you lied back down, his strong arm pulling you into his broad, clothed chest. you sighed again, breathing him in as you tried to forget about the oncoming congestion you felt. your hand settled on his waist, your legs entangled with his.

“i love you, simon.” you exhaled, closing your eyes once more.

“love you too, sweetheart,” he grumbled into your hair.

maybe getting sick wasn’t gonna be so bad after all.

~🧸

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worlds colliding ☆ pt.1

genre : non!idol mark lee x male reader, college au, ennemies to lovers ?

summary : what if you - kinda - had to save the world and Mark was your sidekick ? or — you need to give out fliers for a class, and Mark doesn't care about "global warming."

warnings : strong language, mark is kind of a douchebag but i swear he's sweet, not proofread yet

words : 1.6k

notes : i love this story sm, it's been in my drafts for so long and it was supposed to be about p1harmony, but i like it with mark too ! might make it in more than just 2 parts if you guys enjoy it as much as i do ! and btw, english isn't my native language, so i really do hope i actually wrote well and if i made dumb mistakes, i'm sorry :((

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"thank you, please look forward to it !" y/n says, bowing multiple times, a smile enlightening his face, watching the group of students walk away with fliers in his hands. "i hope to see you there tomorrow !"

it must have been around 9:40 a.m., a chilly morning for a spring day. the sun was shining, the clouds were absent. the green leaves were showing, some still falling on the grass of the campus park. the students in short sleeves were out again, and the jocks were taking advantage of the cooler weather to work out outside. y/n looked up, his eyes squinting in the bright sunlight. he felt cold, his bones shaking. his poor denim jacket did not cover his bare arms, and his jeans with holes in them did not provide any warmth either. he smiled to himself, seeing some birds migrating elsewhere, formed into a triangle.

he blinked a few times, returning to his emotionless face, before continuing to approach some of the students in groups to give them the rest of his fliers. but none of them seemed interested, and y/n began to lose hope. his business professor had made it clear that if he couldn't get at least 20 students to donate, his semester was over. this was his last chance, and he wasn't about to let it go. his displeasure gradually began to show, the creases in his face deepening. the more people walked around him, the more his hands tightened around his fliers. it's one thing for them not to be interested, but for them to ignore him like this is another.

for a moment there was a flutter, no one was coming out or going in. he took the opportunity to catch his breath, closing his eyes.

"one... two... three..." he whispered to himself, focusing on the soft whistle of the wind.

when he opened them again, he saw a figure facing him approaching the doors of the art building behind him. y/n thought to himself that this was fate, that this boy was almost arriving with a glittering halo of light behind him, signifying y/n's last chance. he took this opportunity and approached the guy, feeling confident.

"hey, how's it going? i'm handing out fliers about globa-..."

a brief gust of wind caressed the skin of his face. again, no response. the boy stalked his way, his headphones screwed to his ears, only giving y/n a small glance. he stood there, watching the boy's back as he walked away. he finally admitted to himself that this time, his pride had been shattered into a thousand pieces, and someone had come to trample it right after. he noted in a corner of his head that he didn't like the idea at all. but it was without realizing it that his legs responded alone, quickly approaching the young black-haired student. he patted him on the shoulder vigorously and handed him the previously crumpled paper in his hands when the latter turned around.

Mark, on his side, put on a bewildered face, one eyebrow raised. he was sure that he had deliberately ignored this boy just a few seconds ago. his day was not starting very well. his dog had chewed on his last pair of freshly bought shoes, his roommate — Donghyuck — had finished his favourite cereal and the hot water had been turned off on his floor. then finally his bus... never came, so he set out to walk to the university, realizing halfway there that his wireless headphones were out of battery. he'd wasted about ten minutes buying wired ones just to survive the rest of the day. and it was also at that very moment, coming out of the convenience store, that he promised himself he'd keep a spare pair of headphones in the bottom of his bag, just in case.

he took out one of his headphones, and uttered an extremely nonchalant "what? i'm late." he didn't mean to sound mean or disapproving, but the day was already taking its toll on him. he almost wondered what kind of people were picking on him so much, and for what reason? had he been too mean to the salesman last night, when he asked him to get out of the store because Mark was singing EXO's music at the top of his lungs? was he too dismissive of his singing teacher when she told him to stop doing 'too much'? and then, what do you mean 'too much'? Mark really didn't like that word, even less when it described his singing.

y/n, on the other hand, waved the paper in front of his nose. he was frustrated with his morning, especially with the way people responded to him. and especially the way Mark said 'what'. he wondered why people were in such a bad mood in the morning. he let out a breath to regain his composure before starting.

"before you cut me off, i think taking this won't hurt you. i'm really passionate about this cause, so i will give you this flier. and if i have to shove it down your throat, i'll do it." he pressed the piece of paper against the boy's chest in front of him. "thank you, and have a great day."

y/n bowed before rotating drastically, turning his back on Mark. he put his hand on his heart, which was now pounding in his chest. not because the black-haired boy was a living god, but because he felt he was getting carried away and tangled up in his words. how people see him matters a lot to him, even if he doesn't talk about it much. and he knew that this interaction was going to play over and over in his head tonight and keep him awake.

"what a fucking weirdo..." Mark muttered once y/n was far enough away.

he clutched the flier in his hands before resuming his journey to his class, which was really about to start. what do you mean 'i'll shove it down your throat'? he shook his head from left to right, pushed open the door and quickly dashed down the left corridor, hitting someone in the shoulder on his way.

Mark hardly turned around, just to give a weak look to the brown man who was bending while getting lost in excuses, and he took a quick walk to room 208. once in front of it, he opened the door and quickly sneaked to his place, at the back left of the room, managing to pass out of the radar of his teacher, who hadn't even noticed his absence until then.

once seated, he took out some of his things, not forgetting his bottle of fresh orange juice, something he bought every Tuesday morning to give himself luck during that long day. Tuesdays were never really his days, always bad and gloomy. he wasn't superstitious, but if Tuesdays could disappear completely, his world would be much better.

as he took his notebook out of his backpack, the flier given to him by y/n slid silently to the ground. Mark bent down to pick it up, not failing to roll his eyes as he placed it back on the table. but his eyes were drawn to a large headline.

"THE WORLD IS SLOWLY ENDING, BUT YOU'RE THE HERO, RIGHT?"

he chuckled silently, before turning the paper over to see the back, finding that there was nothing written on it, and crumpled it up in his hand before tossing it into his backpack. saving the world was not in his plans. not today.

maybe tomorrow... who knows? and he did. he saved y/n's world, in some sort of way the day right after.

"it will serve you better than me."

y/n blinked a few times, frowning in front of his phone, which was playing a summer song, although outside, it was raining damn heavily. he wondered if the voice came from someone talking to a friend behind him, or from his headphones. but the whistle sound in his right ear brought him back to reality. he let out a faint "i'm not a fucking dog-" before looking at the umbrella someone was holding upon his head, then at a guy with brown hair. it takes some time for y/n to connect the dots — maybe because of some sort of poor eyesight — but when he does, his mouth opens up wide.

"you're the guy from yesterday that said "what" so nonchalantly it made my day way worse than it was already !"

Mark rolled his eyes. "i'm trying to save the world, being a hero, i'm landing you my umbrella." with a devilish grin, he removes the umbrella from above y/n's head. "but if you want, i can leave too."

"i'm surprised you read that flier you hated so much." he mutters.

y/n did not know if he should accept, but after all, it won't kill him and it will keep him from getting sick. even though he loved hanging out in bed instead of going to class, getting sick was one of the things he hated the most.

"thanks a lot... um... what's your name?"

"Mark."

he took the umbrella and put it over his head while nodding, repeating Mark's name quietly like he was getting used to it. their eyes met again before Mark got swept away by Donghyuck's reminder that the bus was there and it wouldn't wait for them. he let himself be swept away, and a minute later, y/n's silhouette evaporated in the distance, through the mist on the bus windows.

Mark was lost in thought. and he noticed that his name sounded pretty coming out of y/n's mouth.

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iaeriy · 7 months

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escápate (pedrixreader)

summary-pedri sneaks you out this time, you and your boyfriend go to small places and then stay at his place. just two teenagers doing teenage stuff.

pt1 pt2

warnings-smut,spanish sentences (translatedd dww) oral sex f! recieving, unprotected sex, public sex, squirting, fluff at the end.

note; i just finished this fic today AT SCHOOL THROUGH MY PHONE..am so hungry as i type this fucking note. thank u for 314 (i think) followers! i appreciate the support! i know it too forever to upload but i’ve been stressed out with school so..plsss understanddd :,(. meanwhile, enjoy this fic for now as i begin to write for the pt2 for ‘sleep well’! 🎀

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the bright moon was down, your window open yet again. the cold breeze entering your room as you were laying down in bed wearing a white oversized shirt. your hair was in two braided pigtails, you were on your phone scrolling through whatever was entertaining, your phone chimed as you looked up at the text notification.

‘i’m on my way to your house, i want to take you out.’

it had been 2 months since pedri would sneak in to your bedroom window & such things would happen, why? after last time it got himself in consequences & of course yourself by your brother snitching. sure there’s moments where the two of you get to see each other all day in school, and just get to hang out all day. but two months without interacting & touching was pretty much difficult besides holding hands, hugging & small kisses.

you smiled as you got up stumbling to your closet, you put on your grey flare leggings & a pink long sleeve, you grabbed your brown slippers putting them on as you heard footsteps approaching your window, you looked at your window as you walked quickly to the window, "this time you didn't scare meee.." you said giggling as pedri rolled his eyes, your hands were placed on the sill as he held your hand, “vámonos..” (-lets go..) he said as you giggled before you leaned out the window as he held you by your waist helping you get out, you smiled before he pulled your hand. dragging you behind your house as it was pitch dark, he held your cheek as you looked at him before he kissed you passionately, you kissed back as his hands found your ass, squeezing it gently. a soft moan mewling out of your mouth in between the kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “me querías afuera para esto..?” (-you wanted me out for this..?) you said as you moved away from the kiss as he chuckled shaking his head, “no i wanted you out so we can go to my house and maybe the convenience store..” he said as you giggled kissing his cheek as he held your hand walking to the streets.

“you’re wearing the slippers i bought you..” he said as you nodded giggling, “i love them so much. of course i’ll wear themmm..” you said as he rubbed your hand, the two of you infront of a streetlight as the small park was right across from the convenience store. “el parque primero o la tienda?”(-the park first or the store?) he said looking at you, you looked back, “the store is fine.” you said before you kissed his cheek as the two of you walked to the small store as the two of you went in, you grabbed your usual which was just a bag of fruit gummys & a raspberry lemonade. you were never really a big fan of going to convenience stores because of the men just creeping around, smirking or staring at you. once you finished grabbing your stuff you just held onto pedris arm as he looked at you and smiled, “come on, lets go pay.” he said holding you by your waist as you walked to the front putting your stuff on the cash register as your pinkie intertwined with pedris, holding onto his pinkie as he placed his stuff on the register as well paying for both your stuff. you grabbed the bag as you walked to the door, “gracias.” he said smiling at the lady at the register before standing behind you as the two of you walked out.

pedri held onto your free hand as the two of you walked outside of the store, “cres que podrías pasar por el parqué.. y nos quedamos a hi por un rato..?” (-you think we can stop by the park & stay there for a bit…?) you said as he nodded his head, “si, despues a mi casa vale?” (-yes, then my home alright?” he said as you hummed in response, the two of you holding hands walking back to the neighborhood, you grabbed your fruit gummies out the bag and ran to the little picnic table and sat on the table, before he sat on the bench as you looked at swings then just ate one of your gummys, “do you remember when we would come here in the afternoons after school?” he said resting his hand on your thigh as you laughed in response, “yeah..and you’d find a random cricket or just any insect and chase me with it in your hand.” you said as he chuckled poking and spanking your thigh just a bit. you swallowed looking at his hands as you began to felt butterflies in your stomach, thinking of such thoughts, what kind of thoughts? the dirty usual ones.

you fiddled with his index finger just playing with it until his hand went higher to your inner thigh, you smacked his hand signaling him to stop but he continued as he ran his index finger through the thin legging material on your pelvis area as you looked down at his hand before he began to rub his finger against your area, you arched your back a soft moan mewling out your mouth as he chuckled moving his hand away. “seriously!? you’re such a tease!” you said, half your words being muffled from stuffing the gummys in your mouth. he chuckled again rubbing your thigh as you whined smacking his hand off before throwing a gummy at his head, he looked at you giving you a small glare before you jumped off the bench running away from him as he chased you. you hid behind the big slide before you heard his footsteps stop, you peeked your head out before you triped on your slipper before you backed up to hide, your back hit against pedris chest as he spun you around cupping your cheek, kissing you deeply.

you kissed back as you slid your hands inside his shirt, your finger slightly rubbing on his nipple as he smacked your hand off pinning them against the material of the slide, the kiss getting messy as he slid his tongue into your mouth. you sucked on his tongue as your fingers ran through the strands of hair before he picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed himself in between you, your hips grinding for friction as you moaned in the kiss. his kisses tracing down to your jawline to neck as he began to sloppy kiss your neck. whimpers and your hitched breathing leaving your mouth before he started to suck on your soft skin, his hand roaming through your chest groping your breast. “p-pedri.. w-we can’t..” you said as he lifted your shirt up, your breasts bouncing out of your shirt as a tint of red formed on your cheeks, “w-what if someone sees u-us!” you whisper-yelled as he pulled away putting you down, you stumbled around as you giggled putting your shirt back down and putting your breasts back in place. you smacked his noticeable boner as he yelped, “paybackkkk~” you said giggling before walking away grabbing your drink, sipping on it before he smacked your ass harshly. you stared at him and frowned your eyes, “let’s go now, i wanna go home.” he said as you blushed noddding your head slowly before he held your hand as the two of you left the park.

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by the time you walked into his house you looked around, of course it was dark & quiet. before he grabbed you swinging you onto his shoulder, you squealed loudly before he smacked your ass. “hush. we’re going to get caught.” he said as he went upstairs to his room before he closed the door, and threw you on the bed you giggled as you sat up on your elbows before he took his shirt off, you gulped as you looked at his chest and his v-line, admiring the view before he walked towards you as you opened your legs, letting him enter in between, your body as he kissed you deeply yet again. you kissed back wrapping your arms around his neck, your legs wrapping around his waist as the two of you made out passionately and sloppy. you bit down on his bottom lip as he groaned midway into the kiss, as you slipped your tongue inside his mouth. your tongue intertwining with his, as a giggle escaped out of your mouth before he sucked on your bottom lip, his hands wrapping arond the hem of your leggings as he pulled your leggings down, you moaned in the kiss as his crotch hit your clitoral area. he began to grind his hips onto your clothed clit, you moaned again in the kiss. before he pulled away looking at your current state chuckling, “tan hermosa eres..” he said as he ran his thumb across your lip before he sat up as he made you stand up, “strip.” he said as you gulped, his voice sending a shiver down your spine as you grabbed the hem of your shirt, lifting it above your head whilist he was pulling his pants off including his boxers, as his dick sprung out before you tossed your shirt at his head giggling as your boobs bounced out before you pulled your panties down, a string of your wetness being pulled down as well.

“¿tan mojada para mí ya?” (-already wet for me?) he said chuckling as he stroked himself just a bit at the view, you giggled squeezing your boobs together before you sat on the bed crawling to him biting down on your lip, “come closer..” he said as you crawled to him. he grabbed your jaw kissing you as you kissed back, his hands making their way to your ass giving it a slight a squeeze as you moaned in the kiss. your small little hands finding his long veiny length as they began to stroke him slowly, he chuckled before groaning midway into the kiss, before he pulled away. laying down on the bed as his back hit the pillows, “come here.. i want to try something new.” he said as you pouted before crawling to him as you were face to face, “closer, until i see everything.” he said as you nodded your head blushing, crawling until your hips were above his face. your heels on the side of his head, “what are you eve- .. o-oh my god.” you got cut off as he pushed your hips down, your knees now on the side of his face as your clit was on his mouth, his tongue slipping inside your hole as he began to suck on your clit. you gasped out as your back arched gripping onto the bedpost, he held onto your thighs tightly as you whimpered feeling his fingertips dig in your inner thighs as you moaned in agony.

he spread your labia as he licked up and down, you leaned your head back moaning uncontrollably as you whined, before you officially sat on his face as you arched your back covering your mouth afraid you’ll wake up anybody before pedri smacked your hand off as you moaned in response as you felt him swirl his tongue around your clit, exploring every part of you. you saw little sparkles in your vision as you threw your head back when he slipped his tongue inside your hole, thrusting in and out as little wet sounds were echoed from the room. you pinched your nipples whinning in between your moans, before he groaned sending vibrations inside of you as you arched your back before he stopped, “ride my face princesa..” he spoke as his sentence was muffled, you hummed in response before he continued to burry his tongue inside of you, as you continued moaning uncontrollably before he laid his tongue flat as you buckled your hips, moving them slowly as you giggled, feeling his hands roam around your breasts as he would squish and smack them whilst you kept riding your hips against his tongue, as you felt your stomach tighten.

you whined loudly as you gripped onto his hair, as he held down onto your thighs sucking on your clit harshly. you arched your back trying to move against his face as his nose would hit your clit, sending you to the edge as you moaned loudly, “pl-please..! let m-me..move..!” you moaned out as he hummed in response, before you started grinding yourself against his mouth as you began chasing your own orgasm, your eyes rolling back as you kept bumping against his nose, mewling out his name everytime your hips moved against him, “i-i’m gonna..” you mewled out as your orgasm washed over you, moaning out loud as you continued moving your hips gripping onto pedris hair tightly. his mouth still sucking on your clit as you looked down at him, a giggle escaping between your moans, your wetness spreading all over his chin as he continued to slurp up your juices, you stopped moving as he stopped his tongue movements before he went back in eating you out again as you shuddered whinning out loud. “p-pedri!” you moaned out as he grabbed your hips, you yelped before his big hands began to ride you up and down on his mouth. your eyes rolling back moaning uncontrollably as you gripped tighter onto his hair feeling tingles building up, “i-its too m-much!” you said holding onto his hand as the overstimulation hit you, something else besides your orgasm on the way.. “o-oh my g-god!” you moaned out as your juices squirted out, you arched your back as your body spasmed, squeals coming out of your mouth as you placed your hand over your mouth.

pedris tongue licking up all of your juices as you pulled yourself back, breathing heavily. you looked down at pedri as you sat on his torso gigglling, “first time squirting huh..not bad..” as he grabbed your hands, a gasp coming out of your lips before you fell on your back as he towered above you, you bit down on the flesh of skin before you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you smashed his lips, both of you kissing deeply and sloppy as you tasted yourself through his mouth. your hand finding his cock as you stroke him slowly, as a groan escaped out of his mouth in the kiss. your fingers rubbing on his tip as little groans and grunts were heard throughout the room before you grabbed his tip, rubbing it against yourself as you giggled before pushing his tip in, a grunt coming out of your lips as you held onto his arm. before he pushed himself in fully as you bit on his lip, a moan escaping out of your lips.

“you’re so gorgeous..i love you so much..” he said before thrusting slowly into you, small moans escaping out of your mouth as he leaned to your neck, kissing your neck whilst thrusting into you. you leaned your head to the side giving him more space as your hand ran down his back, your fingertips pressing onto his skin as your body jolted forward at each thrust he did in you. your legs wrapped around his waist as you moaned throughout each thrust, before he grabbed your hand placing it next to you as he intertwined his, holding your hand the entire time. his lips finding your neck leaving his marking behind as you moaned uncontrollably at every movement inside of you, his free hand pressing down on your tummy as you arched your back feeling him in every inch. “m-my tummy..” you said as he chuckled before kissing you again, quieting your moans as you kissed back, moaning into his mouth. “w-want..more..” you murmured before he pinned both your hands above the air, thrusting quicker into you a loud whiny moan escaping out of your mouth, his face an inch away from yours as your noses touched. small groans & grunts coming out of his mouth due to how tight you would clench around him as you would look at his dark chocolate eyes the entire time. “you’re tightening around..m-me..fuck..” he said as he groaned into your ear.

he gripped onto your boob as you moaned at the touch, your knees almost against your chest before he grabbed your legs placing them on his shoulders before he began to thrust quicker, his balls smacking hard against your clit as you moaned loudly arching your back, the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot as you saw black sparkles forming in your vision, your eyes rolling back as he thrusted harder into your g-spot, the bedpost hitting against the wall. you gripped onto the duvet as he smirked at your current state. your lips all plumped, your neck all covered in love and bite purple red marks, your nipples hardening due to cold air, even sweat building up on your forehead now. “s-so..good for me..” he murmured, cupping your cheek as his thumb caressed your red puffy cheeks. you giggled between your moans as he lifted you up by your back, holding onto your waist tightly before pounding harder and quicker than before into you. you threw your head back arching your back, as you almost fell but with pedris grip you were held tightly. you wrapped your arms around his neck, moaning out his name as you felt butterflies forming in your stomach again. this time he gripped onto your hips, as he was on his knees pounding harshly into you, loud squeals and moans were echoed through the room as you knew something would happen the next morning, but this was a moment to enjoy.

“joder.. muévete alrededor de mí hermosa..” (-fuck..move yourself against me.) he said as you whimpered in response, before you placed your hands on the bedsheets, your whole body now facing him as you opened your legs, one of each side of his thighs before you began to bounce up and down on his dick, your brain becoming all fuzzy as your eyes rolled back, your hands gripped the duvet as you bounced slowly, the bedpost matching the same pace you were on. before pedri laid down as you were now ontop of him, you placed your hands on his chest bouncing up and down on him, moaning uncontrollably as you squeezed your boobs. he groaned in response to your movements, moving your hands away as he squeezed them. “so pretty..” he whispered as you moaned in response, bouncing faster on his dick before you moved your hand to your clit, rubbing it gently in circles as you felt your stomach starten to tighten, you moaned loudly as you continued your movements. he groaned loudly as he twitched inside of you before pushing you down, your back and head hitting the soft pillows as you gasped, giggling before he opened your legs, pushing himself in again thrusting quicker than he was against you, the bedpost hitting against the wall yet again, the mattress slightly squeaking. you moaned as loud as you could before he covered your mouth, you whined into his hand. “i know baby..i know..” he said as you continued moaning uncontrollably, your moans turning out muffled before you felt your orgasm approaching.

his thrusts becoming sloppier as his climax was coming near, his free hand moved from being on your breast to your clit as he would rub your clit gently. you screamed out into his hand, gripping onto the duvet tightly. as you released yourself moanning uncontrollably, he injected his seed into you as you arched your back feeling more warm, he continued thrusting into you as he rubbed on your clit faster, you were moaning as loud as you can into his hand from the overstimulation, he began to rub your clit quickly you lited your hips slightly, sensing the tingle feeling as you cried out a moan. crying from the pleasure. “you’re tightening so m-much..” he said before you squirted yet again all over his torso and onto his dick, “o-oh f-fuck!” you screamed again squealing, as you fell on your back. your butt now laying in the pool of your juices as you breathed heavily, your chest rising up and down.

you laid there as pedri fell on your chest, his head resting on your breast as you giggled, “your heart is racing like crazy..” he murmured as you smiled, rubbing his back as you played with his damped hair. “you’re shaking too..” he said as you giggled before he sat up as he held your hand, sitting you up placing a new blanket on the current wet one. before he cleaned your thighs with the towel before the two of you got under the duvet, you rested your head on his chest. “thank you..” you said sleepy as he hummed looking down at you, “for what bebé?” he said rubbing your arm, “for taking me out and letting me have fun with you..” you said lifting your chin up as you kissed him, he kissed back holding your cheek as you giggled before resting your head on his chest again.

you fell asleep cuddling him as you were hugged onto him, he fell asleep eventually after you fell asleep. his head was resting on your chest as the two of you fell asleep cuddling each other. by then you two had calmed down and you were pretty exhuasted after he had sex with you yet again.

the sun was coming up as you woke up and checked your phone, 8:57am. you fell back asleep not caring at this point, you fell asleep for an hour or 30 minutes until you felt pedri shift around the bed. you woke up as you groaned when your head hit the pillow, you woke up as you looked at him. “what happened..” you said sleepy as he chuckled, “nothing, you’re not in trouble hermosa..” he said as you giggled before sitting up, covering the duvet to your chest. you picked your phone up before you rolled your eyes at the message from your mom asking you where you went before you replied with ‘at pedris, i’m sorry.’ you sighed before putting your phone away as pedri looked over to you. “que pasó?” (-whats wrong?) he said rubbing your hand, “just my mom texting where i was, shes coming to get me since she also wants to talk to your mother..” you said as he kissed your forehead, “don’t worry let’s just get you dressed up.” he said as you sat up the duvet falling off your chest before you put your panties back on, you got up as he went to put on sweatpants and a white wife beater on. you rant to the closet as he handed you one of his unused boxers as shorts and a shirt, you put it on kissing his cheek. “my shirt is big on you..” he said as you giggled hugging him, before he hugged you back picking you up. “i love you so much..from the bottom of my heart..no matter if our parents punish us from going out..that wont stop me from seeing my gorgeous girl..” he said as you smiled cupping his cheeks, as he kissed you. you kissed back giggling before pulling away.

“i love you to the moon and back pedro.”

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Amoeba

a/n: third part of don’t delete the kisses (lmk if you noticed the Dina x Ellie reference 🤞)

pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.4

Warnings: a little bit of angts(? lots of fluff. homophobia. mentions of suicide.

“Between the gasps, I was swimming laps”

Echo chambers inside a neighborhood

In centerfold, humility’s shown

You’re not as good as what your mama’s sewn

Nobody yet everything, a pool to shed your memory

Could you say you’ve been tired? You haven’t called your family twice

I can hope tonight goes differently, but I show up to the party just to leave

The delicious and soft aroma of sweet bread wakes you up. Before you can even open your eyes properly, you feel your stomach growl. How much have you been sleeping for?

The warm of the sun coming from a big window besides you doesn’t help as you try hard to open your eyes. You rub them, yawning and stretching your legs.

It was probably the first time since you moved to this place that you didn’t felt exhausted.

You grabbed your phone to check the time, it was 10:30 am. How on earth could you slept for so long? you usually don’t make it pass 9 am, your body simply wakes you up and once your eye open there’s no way to feel tired enough to go back to sleep.

“Did I wake you up?” Ellie’s voice bring you back to reality, you finally turn around, there’s two plates on top of the kitchens counter with what seemed like hotcakes in them. Your heart felt like melting. “No… did you just cook our breakfast? How long have you been awake?”

Still a little bit sleepy you stood up from the couch you’ve slept in last night. Giving slow dizzy steps towards the counter and sitting on one of the few chair that were along it.

“Not too long, probably an hour” you could only see her back and her messy hair as she looked trough the many cabinets of the kitchen “what’re you looking for?” “The fucking maple syrup! I literally bough it like… three days ago”

“I bet you forgot it at the store” a sleepy chuckle came out of your mouth, already craving the very tasty hotcakes displayed in front of you.

“No I didn’t, I’m not that stupid” just before you could speak back she found it, whispering a ‘yessss’

She turned around and sat next to you, covering her plate with and exaggerated amount of syrup “That’s a lot” “it’s not” “it is”

Probably she was just as hungry as you were because none of you spoke again último both plates were empty, not even a crumb left.

“No, lemme do it” you pushed her away from the sink, she’d already done more than enough by cooking something for both “Why did you wake up so early? Didn’t you say how your day started like…. suuuper late?” with your hands you lifted both sleeves of your sweater, starting to wash the dishes.

“Couldn’t really sleep” she replied, almost too fast “Why?” she stood in silence for some seconds before explaining “It’s gonna sound super cheesy, just forget it”

“Now I really wanna know” you laughed “Did you dream of me? Of us? Did you marry me and started the most pretty cliche life with me?” she groaned

“Actually yeah, but you were so different…. and we were younger too” could it be? “did I have the same name?” you glazed at her quickly, but enough time to see her sudden change of expression “How’d you know?”

“I’ve had the same dreams, I freaked out when I first met you” you could hear the way the chair moved abruptly, her footsteps getting closer to you

“It made me feel nostalgic” her figure finally appeared on the corner of your eye, you were about to finish cleaning the last glass “and you haven’t even got to the best part” the sarcasm on your voice made her feel so confused,

Were you being serious right now? “What does that even mean?” her arms rested on the counter, watching you clean the glass “I’m not gonna spoil you our failed romance, just go to sleep and you’ll see” “You’re fucking with me” her hand slapped your shoulder slightly “I’m not! You’ll see what I mean tonight” all dishes now clean, how convenient.

“Is this what you meant yesterday? Is that why you asked me about-“

“Yes, but you don’t believe in those things, it’s fine”

“We’ve really met before then? Isn’t creepy?”

“Not really, I mean, not literally”

“You think we are soulmates then?”

You shrugged

Wooden floor sounding loudly as you walked to a small coffee table where you’d put all your bags the day before. Everything you’d bought and everything Ellie had insisted on buying you. There were just a few bags, you didn’t want to carry much.

“I can’t believe you suddenly believe in all this” you chuckled “well, we both dreamt about it. It’ll be too creepy if it was just a coincidence or something” she was just following you through the apartment, walking behind you whenever you moved.

“Have any plans for today?” you we’re hoping she didn’t, it would’ve been cute to stay all day with her, or maybe go out again. But she nodded, she did have plans for today.

“Gotta go see my parents, family reunion or some shit” you hummed “then I’ll go already, I don’t want you to be late or anything”

“I won’t”

“You know if you bring a girl this is over” Ellie’s mom looked furious. Her dad was just sitting besides her, trying to calm her wife down and trying to convince Ellie to stay a little more to properly talk.

But both of them were so stubborn and easily blinded by anger. No one could really intervene once they started shouting at each other.

“What’s the matter with it? I’ve been a fucking perfect child for this entire family but I’m not allowed to do one thing for myself?” she was so mad, her fists tightening more and more every time her mother spoke back.

“You are, just….not something like this” her mom finally calmed down, sitting besides her husband and staring back at Ellie with the must blank expression ever. it was infuriating.

“We’ll it’s either her or you two, and I’m not gonna quit to my life anymore just to please you” the whole room stood in silence. Everyone could fill the tension but it was completely quiet.

“Then don’t ever dare to come back”

This words made everyone feel disgusted, an unexplainable shiver running trough the ambience, touching every inch of skin of those present.

“No… shit, mom I’m sorry alright? I just” the knot of tears forming on her throat didn’t allow her to speak properly “what am I supposed to do? why can’t you accept it?”

“Get a man Ellie, grow up and start acting like an adult”

“Why not a woman? If it’s about the money, she’s rich alright? She has a great job, she lives in my same building, you know it’s not-“

“She lives there?”

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

“You’ll find another place then. I don’t want you to keep talking about this, I trust you’re gonna do the right thing”

You haven’t heard of Ellie since that day in the morning when you left to your apartment. You could hear her when she came back but decided not to bother.

She’d told you about her parents, how they weren’t so supportive now that she’s an adult. She’d told you how much it overwhelmed her the idea of visiting them or just having any type of contact with them.

And it’s not that you could do much about it either. You’d only have one date and knew her for almost two months so far so you weren’t quite sure about how to help or comfort her, also, you didn’t have the time to go and find out right now.

You were busy placing every new decor you’d bough with her and taking the chance to clean everything.

However you were thinking the whole day about her, well, the old Ellie you’ve met somewhere else. Could she have any effect on your new Ellie? on your new relationship?

It gave you anxiety to think about how she’d react when she knew what had happened, if she ever got to see it.

Would she understand? Would she hate you? Would she just ignore it? Would she even let you know If she knew what happened?

And the most darker and cozy the ambience got the more your anxiety grew, because you feared that night came and Ellie could see something that made things change. That maybe it’ll affect her as much as it did to you when you first saw it all.

You feared that the story could somehow repeat again, maybe as a karma type of thing. You feared that not you or her could handle it.

Because you’d wait her forever, you’d do anything for her. But something you did knew and something you were sure about was that whenever someone hurt her, she’d never forget about it, she won’t forgive, not easily.

10 pm

Weird to not have a single text from Ellie, she always sent you dumb stuff or tried to convince you to go with her to work or eat together.

“You haven’t texted me all day. U good?”

“Can you come over? I feel like shit”

“Wanna talk?”

“Just cuddle, hurry”

She’d been sleeping next to you for almost an hour now.

When you came in she didn’t say anything, her eyes looked puffy, her nose and cheeks were slightly red and her hair was a mess.

You decided not to ask any questions, she’ll tell you everything eventually, when she’s ready to talk about it.

You’d been running your hands trough her hair, caressing her back and arms, hugging her tightly and whispering to her how everything will be fine, how you wouldn’t leave her side ever. Reassuring her that you would stay as long as she needed. Until she fell asleep.

So now you were just cuddling with her. Arms around each other’s warm bodies, the whole apartment in complete silence, just Ellie’s heavy breathing as your hands kept on palming and caressing her back.

She started to cry on her sleep, saying random words and murmurs that made no sense. Whispering a bunch of unfinished phrases and letting out small whimpers.

You assumed maybe it was the stress, or whatever situation her parents had put her in some hours ago.

Until you heard your name. Could she be dreaming about the two of you again? Should you wake her up? Was she experiencing what you feared the most? So fast already? Maybe you-

Her eyes opened abruptly, letting out a loud gasp as if she was out of breath.

“Ellie, hey…. I’m here shhh” small pats on her back as she tried to compose herself. She was breathing extremely heavily “What happened?”.

Her eyes met yours and only there you realized about the tears on them, about the sweat on her face making some of her baby hairs stick on her face.

“You’re here” her body practically jumped to yours, embracing you with her arms, tightly “What is it? did you have a nightmare or something? El?” you could practically hear her heart beat, so loud and unsteady. Almost too fast.

She murmured something, her voice was too shaky and teary to speak properly “I don’t wanna lose you”

Your hands ran trough her hair, trying to not panic and make things worse for her. You leaned on her and kissed her head, gently.

“Good….”

“Why’d you do something like that?”

“What do you mean?”

“Leave everyone and everything like that”

“That wasn’t really me, don’t worry ab-“

“Just why? you had so much privilege and fucking friends, I was dating you, we were best friends”

She couldn’t go to sleep after that, she didn’t really tell you about the dream she had but you already knew.

And you thought she’d understand, but maybe you were wrong, maybe she never did and you just convinced yourself about it because you two were in love.

“I felt overwhelmed, I thought you-“

“I feel overwhelmed too but it’ll pass, there no fucking need of killing myself”

Was she being serious? How were you supposed to reply back?

“Is it because of your parents? We don’t need to talk about this if you’re not feeling like”

“No it’s not” it is “and It’s important that we talk about it because that fucking detail just changes everything, how am I supposed to live like this with you knowing you could do it again?”

You’d make her dinner this time, but at this point it wasn’t possible for either of you to even touch the food anymore.

“Did you see what happened after I died?” she nodded, maybe the lack of knowledge was troubling this whole thing. “Is that why you’re mad? I didn’t see it”

You were trying your best to not explode, but you felt like punching her right in the face. How could she speak like this about you? About everything?

How could she be so selfish and stupid right now.

“I’m mad about the whole situation, why’d you leave me and not even talk to me about it? Why didn’t you tell me how you were feeling? Why’d you have to be so selfish? I was left alone after that, your parents moved out of the town.”

So they did take care of her as you’ve asked them to. And she did search for them to have some support as you’ve insisted.

“That was someone else Ellie, things are different here. I won’t leave you, I’m fine”

“How do you know? if we met again is for a reason”

“To actually end together maybe?”

“I don’t think so”

The immediate regret on her face was something you’ve never seen before. But you’re now too focused on your own pain to care.

“You know, the reason of those letters, the reason of why I didn’t died earlier and the reason why I’m here right now, making you fucking dinner Is because I care about you more than I could ever care about myself”

You could feel the salad flavor of tears slowly appearing in your throat. The tears slowly blinding you as rage built in your heart. It was physically painful.

“And it sucks and I know it’s not how any of this should’ve been but it it’s, and we can’t change what we’ve experienced” she stood up from the chair she was eating at, almost running towards you “but I’ve tried over and over again to make us work, and I’m tired of you not understanding. You’re supposed to love me Ellie, why can’t you?”

“I really thought you’d get over it, I really thought you’d understand in this life too. But you always let the anger in you fuck everything”

She tried to hold you, to speak, anything to try and talk and not fuck yo things again. Because you were more than right and she knew it.

“I guess we’ve changed, maybe you’re right snd we are just not meant to be anymore”

“That’s not what I meant! my mom she- they don’t want me to be with you, I’m sorry I’ve been feeling like shit today, please let’s talk Mhm?”

Her hands were on your face, cleaning every tear that ran along your pretty eyes and your pretty nose, along your shaky lips and all the way to your jawline.

But you stopped her, because you didn’t care about any explanation she had now. It was fucking stupid from her to act the way she did and maybe she was right, maybe you two weren’t meant to be.

Maybe it was all an illusion.

“I’m mad at them and you’re right, I let the anger blind me but I’ll promise I’ll control it. Just let’s talk, please” you wouldn’t reply, not verbally or physically and it made her feel so horrible to see you like this.

“She wants me to stay away from you, but I chose you over them. I love you, I really do-“

“I’ll make her a favor then”

Hopefully it was an illusion.

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