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The Dangers of Hope Ch. 4

Series Summary: When Y/N shows up at Camp Chitaqua with her little girl in tow, her bloodshot eyes leave no doubt that she's infected. Or is she? Everything Dean has come to know for certain over the last five hellish years, is about to be challenged.

Pairings/Characters in the series: Endverse!Dean x Reader, Emma (OFC), Castiel, Sam Winchester, Lucifer, Michael, Zachariah, Risa, Johnston (OMC), Patrick (OMC), Theresa (OFC), other survivors and soldiers.

Series Explicit 18 +/Warnings: Show level violence, some gore, angst, smut, fluff all the usual for a series of mine. ❤️ Endverse!Dean (that's a warning for his anger and callousness as well as his extreme hotness. 😁) Each chapter will have their own specific warnings.

Chapter Warnings: Nothing major. But - nudity! 😉

Word Count: 4,328

A/N: So, I've had this idea for quite a while. Basically since I watched The Last of Us. I loved Pedro in the role of Joel, but I kept thinking how incredible Jensen would have been. Which then made me think of how amazing he was as Endverse!Dean which then led me to this idea. Lol! I've stolen the premise of Ellie's storyline from TLOU, but made her a grown up, a reader insert, and a love interest for Dean.

If you've never seen TLOU, don't worry - you don't need to have seen it to understand this story. 😊

I've taken some liberties with the Endverse in my story, changed a few things from canon, but kept lots of things too.

I sincerely hope you enjoy the story. It will be ten chapters and I will do my very best to post one chapter every weekend. ❤️

A/N 2: So, here I am with chapter 4. I hope you enjoy it! Thank you so much for all the very kind comments that this series has received so far. You're all fabulous.

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Y/N woke with a start. She was breathing fast, her heart pounding. The sense of fear and worry that had lived trapped inside her chest for months lifted quickly as she looked down to see Emma laying beside her on the narrow cot, having migrated there from her own bed sometime in the night.

Y/N resettled herself so she could pull her daughter’s warm little body closer to her, tucking the gray, wool blanket tighter around Emma’s shoulders to protect her from the cool September morning. She looked at Emma’s pale face, the bones a little too prominent, and was grateful once again to be where they were.

They’d been traveling around, nomadic and scrounging for whatever food they could find, for months. They’d spent a week in an abandoned church one time, a few days in an old hunting cabin. If they were lucky they sometimes found a camp of other survivors who would allow them to stay for a day or two. But the people would inevitably shuffle them along quickly, not willing to divvy up their resources amongst two more people.

When they’d found the Billings camp, she’d been so happy. They’d taken them in without much issue, but she’d soon discovered why. The camp had been made up of somewhat fanatical people, calling themselves Christians, who believed the apocalypse happened because people had turned away from the church. So while they did feel it was their duty to help Y/N and Emma, unfortunately they also felt it was their duty to bring them to the light. They’d spent most of the month they’d lived there praying and listening to the leaders call upon God to cast away the evil.

If the Croat attack hadn’t happened, Y/N knew she probably wouldn’t have stayed much longer anyway. She’d heard people talking about this camp, Camp Chitaqua, saying that it had a good leader, a man named Dean Winchester, and she’d wondered whether it could be the same man who’d saved her all those years ago.

She sighed deeply now, breathing in the fresh scent of the pine trees around them, giving thanks again that they’d made it here, and that, despite all odds, she was still alive. Even more miraculously, she was still herself. For a while, she’d been secretly worried that she’d only managed to stave off the virus in the same way that mothers could sometimes lift a car off of their child, by sheer power of will and desperation as mothers. But Emma had been here, and safe, for a week now, and she still felt exactly the same.

She couldn’t explain it, but she was trying not to question her good fortune. They were in a well-run camp, complete with guards, supplies, and a leader who, whatever he might claim, cared a lot about the welfare of the people in his care. She wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

After Emma woke up, Y/N cooked them their oatmeal ration for the morning, gave them both basin baths, and braided Emma’s hair. As she was tying the last ribbon, two small voices were calling for Emma from outside the tent. When they went to look, there were two little girls, Keisha and Julianne, looking for Emma to come out and play.

Their mom, Monique gave Y/N a warm smile as she shook her hand. If Y/N’s bloodshot eyes worried the woman at all, she didn’t show it.

“We’ve heard a lot about you from Emma.” Monique said as the girls ran about, giggling and chattering all at the same time. “She spent a lot of time with us over this last week. We’re so glad to see you’ve recovered.”

Y/N was eternally grateful that Monique didn’t ask questions for which she had no answers. They spoke for a few minutes about their children, and Y/N mentioned her intentions to start a school. Monique’s eyes lit up.

“It won’t be much,” Y/N warned, “but I thought the kids could use something.”

They talked for a little while longer and then Monique requested Emma’s presence for the morning. Keisha and Julianne were looking for their favorite playmate. Y/N sent Emma along with a tight hug and a tug on one of her braids.

There was a small part of her overextended protectiveness that worried any time Emma wasn’t right next to her. But she knew how important it was that her little one got the chance to play, so she kept her worries to herself and waved her off to have fun, with thanks to Monique for watching her.

She spent the next couple of hours wandering around the camp. She learned the layout of everything, where the medical tent was, where they went to get their food rations for the week. While she was there, she finally got to meet Theresa’s mother, Brandy. She was a big barrel of a woman with russet-colored skin, long dark hair pulled back into a tight bun, big strong hands, and kind brown eyes.

She explained how the ration system worked, and explained that she worked with “The Boss” and “The Angel” to make sure everyone got their fair share, and that absolutely no food was going to waste.

Y/N’s forehead crinkled at that. “Angel?”

Brandy nodded. “Castiel.”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “He’s an angel?” She quietly berated herself for not figuring out that someone with a name like “Castiel” was an angel.

Brandy nodded again, and then spoke quietly. “But he doesn’t have any angel mojo. No wings or halo, or whatever.” She shrugged. “That’s what I heard anyway.”

Y/N chatted with Brandy a bit longer, offering up her idea for the school. The older woman was intrigued with the idea and gave some suggestions for where they could hold their classes. She scoffed at the idea of holding them outside.

“Gonna be winter soon and the wind can be really wicked around here. I’ll talk to The Boss about giving you one of those sheds at the Northeast edge of camp, behind the main cabin. They built them new there this summer for storage - for tools, and supplies like propane and such. But one shed will do for the winter, and they can build a second one for storage in the spring if they need it.” She said decisively.

“Well, please, don’t bug Dean too much about space.” Y/N cautioned. “He was reluctant enough to say yes to the school existing at all. I don’t want to make him doubt his decision.”

But Brandy just waved away the worry. “The Boss is hard, but he knows a good idea when he hears it.”

After a few more minutes of chatting Y/N gave Theresa a squeeze goodbye and headed back to her tent. She was excited to start putting some ideas together for lessons. She’d have to be a bit creative since there probably wasn’t a lot in the way of school supplies available. But she loved a challenge.

She was working at the little table in her tent when she heard a familiar throat clearing before Dean’s voice called out her name.

“Hi!” She called back. “Come in!”

Dean pushed through the tent flap, and walked in, a big green duffle bag in his hand. The height of the tent was just barely tall enough to accommodate him; it brushed against his spiky hair as he walked towards her, and Y/N had to smile.

Their tent home had seemed spacious when they’d arrived in it the other day. There was room enough for two narrow cots, a table and two chairs, a small wooden box for clothes and other supplies, and a little metal camping stove that was vented to the outside through a hole in the roof of the heavy canvas tent. She assumed that was for when it got really cold, and they couldn’t survive without some heat through the night.

It met all their needs and she’d been impressed by its size, having felt lucky enough to get the little two-person pup tent they’d had when they were at the Billings camp. But now, with Dean inside, the space felt much smaller. He seemed to take up most of the room in the tent, and he kept his neck bent forward slightly to avoid brushing against the top again.

“So, the river?” He asked, thumbing behind him.

Y/N nodded enthusiastically. “Oh, yes. That would be fabulous.” She grabbed her clean clothes and followed him out of the tent. She asked him to wait for a moment and dashed over to Monique’s to get Emma. But the three little girls didn’t want to stop playing, so Monique offered to take Emma with them in a couple of days when she took the girls down to the river.

“Okay.” Y/N gave in to her daughter’s pleading eyes and the three little girls squealed and jumped around.

Y/N was thrilled to see Emma having so much fun, and she couldn’t justify derailing that fun just for a bath. But she made Monique promise to let her watch the girls for an afternoon very soon as payback, and she hurried back to where Dean waited, somewhat impatiently, by her tent.

His face held a deep scowl. “Are we good?” He asked.

Y/N nodded and he turned away, obviously expecting Y/N would follow. Once again she found herself walking quickly to try and keep up with his long-limbed, brisk pace. They went east towards the medical tent. But before they got to the tent, they reached a wide, open area where five vehicles were parked. Four of the vehicles, two trucks, a Jeep and a van, sat in a three sided aluminum building. Inside the building two men and a woman were working on one of the trucks, a black Ford F-150.

Dean nodded in their direction as he entered, and they lifted their hands in a salute before returning to their work. He walked towards the Jeep, but Y/N had her attention snagged by the car that sat outside the shed, towards the back, almost behind the building. The tires were flat and vegetation grew all around it. The front windshield had a big crack in it, and both bumpers were missing. Rust covered the tire rims and the bottom of the passenger side door.

But she still recognized it. She still remembered the way the sleek, black beauty had shined as it pulled into their driveway so long ago. She remembered the way her dad had whistled when he saw it and the way both Dean and John had beamed with pride when he told them, “That is an American classic right there!”

She walked towards it, and her heart was sad to see it so beaten up and neglected. Dean followed her around the side of the building. “What are you doing?” He asked angrily.

She looked back at him. “I remember her. What a shame.”

Dean’s jaw ticked and he grabbed her wrist to yank her back into the building. “Just a car, it wasn’t practical. Now, come on, you wanna a bath, or what? I don’t have all damn day here.”

Y/N kept her mouth shut as she climbed into the Jeep, flinching slightly when Dean slammed his door; she’d obviously hit a nerve. In deference to that fact she stayed quiet for a little while. But eventually, she risked starting a conversation.

“How far is it to walk out to the river?” She asked.

He shrugged. “‘Bout an hour or so.”

“How long will it take us?”

“Five or six minutes.”

She smiled. “Well, then I really appreciate the ride.”

He shrugged again. “Sooner we're there, the sooner we’re done.”

“I also appreciate you taking the time out of your day.”

He just grunted in response and she wasn’t sure exactly how to interpret the sound. Whether it meant, It’s fine, or I’m regretting the offer, she wasn’t sure, but she plowed on anyway.

“I can only imagine how busy you must be, running a camp this size. How many people live here?”

“Don’t know exactly.” He answered and she thought that might be the only answer he was going to give, but then he continued. “Somewhere between a hundred and a hundred and fifty, I’d guess.”

“Wow!” Y/N said, truly impressed. “Billings only had about 60, and they were the biggest group I’d ever seen.”

Dean didn’t respond as the Jeep jolted over a big rut in the uneven path they were driving down. Trees scraped against the sides of the Jeep as they passed, and Y/N almost bounced out of her seat as they hit another deep rut.

“Put your fucking seatbelt on.” He barked at her. “You tryna fly through the windshield?”

Y/N grabbed the strap and clicked it in place. Then she frowned at him. “You’re not wearing your seatbelt.”

“Do as I say, not as I do.” He warned her.

She snorted. “That’s crap advice.” He scowled at her but said nothing more.

They were silent until they emerged from the trees onto a wide river bank and Y/N could see a sparkling river laid out in front of them. She gasped.

“It’s beautiful.”

Dean threw the Jeep into park and turned off the engine. “It’s advantageous.” He admitted as he climbed out, pulling his duffel bag out with him.

Y/N jumped down and walked quickly towards the river, already itching to feel the water wash away the layer of grime she could feel sitting on her skin. When they reached the side of the river, they stood for a minute. Y/N looked over at Dean, waiting for some privacy before she took off her clothes and jumped into the river.

Instead he nodded towards it, and warned her. “Don’t go too far east. The current here is slower, but it picks up around the bend up there, and it can be hard to stand.”

He dropped the bag on the ground, reaching in and grabbing a bar of soap and tossing it to her. It wasn’t new, but it smelled fresh and zesty, so she didn’t care that it had been used previously.

She stood still, holding the soap, making no move to get into the water. Dean looked at her, annoyed again. “Are you going in or not?”

She knew she was blushing and she felt ridiculous for it. But she waved towards him. “Could you turn around or something?”

Dean rolled his eyes. “No, actually, I can’t. There’s a reason no one ever comes to the river alone. We’re almost five miles from camp, there could be wild animals, rogue Croats, or desperate men around.” He folded his arms across his chest. “Someone needs to stand watch.”

Y/N nodded, accepting that logic. But she still didn’t want to get naked with him watching. When she continued to hesitate, Dean gave a huge huff and shook his head.

“Oh for fuck’s sake. Even though you definitely don’t have anything I haven’t seen before, if it will make you hurry up and get in the fucking water, I’ll turn my head while you strip down. Just tell me when you’re covered up in the water, so I can go back to making sure nothing tries to eat you.”

With that, he turned his head away from her and sighed again, before holding up his finger. “And be careful - the deeper the water, the faster the current.”

She shucked her old grubby clothes quickly, practically moaning about how good it was going to feel to be clean and then actually step into clean clothes. She ran into the river, squeaking slightly as the cold water hit her skin.

“Whoo! It’s freezing!” She said with a slightly manic giggle. But she kept walking until the water covered her breasts. “Okay.” She called out over the rushing of the river. It was a little hard to keep her balance as she began washing, but she managed.

She tried to ignore Dean standing barely twenty feet away as she washed her body quickly and then dipped her head back in the water, lathering up her hands to scrub through her hair and across her scalp. As she rinsed her hair out she couldn’t take the silence anymore and started talking as a distraction, like she usually did.

“So you guys keep chickens? I’m assuming that’s where the eggs come from?”

Dean nodded. “And one young cow. We found her in the spring. Her mother was nowhere to be seen. So we brought her back to camp. The kids in the camp take it in turns to spend the day gathering grass for her to eat. They pull up buckets of it every day to fill her trough. In return she gives us fertilizer for the crops, and if we can somehow find her a bull next spring she’ll give us milk and more cows too.”

Y/N smiled as she finished her bath, and then ran her hands down her leg to rinse away the last of the soap. “How is it you can manage -”

Y/N stopped talking to let out a scream as her fingers brushed against something slimy on her leg. And then screamed even louder when it brushed over a second one. Before she could let out a third scream, Dean was in the water, having shed everything but his jeans and white t-shirt on the way.

“What’s wrong!” He was yelling as he barreled towards her.

“Something.” She pointed at her leg. “Something’s biting me. Something slimy.”

Dean looked relieved and then annoyed. “For pete’s sake, it’s probably just leeches.”

Y/N stared at him like he was completely insane. “Just. leeches?” She shrieked. “Get them off.”

Dean grabbed her hand and started to pull her out of the water. But she wrapped her other arm over her breasts and dug her heels into the rocky bed of the river. “No, I can’t leave the water. I’m naked.”

Dean spun around to face her. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He dropped her hand and threw up his arms. “You wanna stay in the water with the leeches?”

“Can’t you just pull them off while we’re in the water?”

“No.” Dean said shortly. “I can’t. I have to pry them off gently, meaning I have to be able to see them properly. You may also have leeches other places than just your leg. I need to check you.”

Y/N’s face turned blazing hot, but she decided she was more horrified by the slimy things sucking her blood than by Dean getting up close and personal. So she followed him out of the water to stand on the sandy bank. He walked back to his duffel bag and grabbed a knife. She covered herself with her arms and hands the best she could.

Dean came close and got down on his haunches to work at unsticking the leeches from her thigh. His fingers were warm on her chilled skin, and she knew it wasn’t only the cold breeze that was giving her goosebumps. She peered down at him, admiring the way his long lashes swept downwards as he focused on his task. His white t-shirt was wet and clung to him, outlining the muscles in his back that shifted slightly as he worked.

Thoroughly distracted she didn’t notice the leeches pop off until Dean tossed them back into the river. “K, I’m gonna check for other ones.”

Y/N’s whole body flushed as Dean walked around behind her, scanning all of her looking for more of the parasites. He came around to her right side where her arm was folded over her chest.

“Lift your arm.” He ordered. “They like the soft skin under here.”

With a sigh, Y/N shifted her other arm over her breasts, while crossing her legs to make up for the hand that was no longer covering her below. Then she lifted her right arm and Dean clicked his tongue.

“Yeah, there’s one more here.”

He brought his knife up again, and Y/N tried not to think about the way she could feel Dean’s breath move across the tops of her breast as he pried off the disgusting creature. When it popped off, Dean threw it back into the river and let his other hand trail down to her waist, leaving a fiery trail in his wake.

He moved to the other side and checked too but thankfully there were no more on that side.

Dean waved towards the parts of her that she had covered up. “Do you want to check the rest, just in case?”

He turned his head without being asked and Y/N was grateful as she searched her skin.

“There’s nothing.” She said with relief.

Dean nodded. “Good. Hang on.”

He walked over to his duffel bag and pulled out a towel, also grabbing her clothes that sat beside his bag. He tossed them all to her and then turned away so she could dry herself off and get dressed. She dried quickly, but as she started to pull on her jeans, Dean pulled his wet t-shirt over his head, and pushed off his jeans, treating her to the truly disarming sight of his beautiful bare torso and round, plump ass. His back was bronzed and tan while the fleshy skin of his backside was milky white.

He must have worked outside without a shirt on a lot this summer.

That image left her brain spiraling, and while she was melting into a puddle, Dean pulled a pair of jeans out of his duffle bag and put them on, before slipping his long, muscular arms through the sleeves of his flannel shirt.

He stood quietly for a moment after he was dressed before he called to her without turning around. “Are you dressed?”

Shaking her head like a wet dog, Y/N answered quickly. “Not yet, just give me a minute.”

“Already had a minute.” Dean mumbled.

Y/N hopped into the jeans; they were a size smaller than she normally wore, so they fit a bit snug. She put on the bra that was also a bit too small in the cups, but she wasn’t about to complain about the free, clean clothes, so she just tugged on the t-shirt.

She could practically feel Dean’s impatience as he stood there with his hands on his hips. “I’m finished.” She told him and he finally spun around to face her, his expression annoyed as usual.

He started to say something, but when he caught sight of her, the words seemed to die on his lips. He scanned her from head to toe and Y/N felt her cheeks flame. It was silent between them, but something crackled in the air, hot and vibrant.

Dean took a step closer, and her eyes wandered over his flannel shirt and the way the open sides framed his tanned, broad chest and flat abdomen. She looked at his belly button and the light trail of hair that disappeared into his jeans and she had the sudden urge to lick him, dip her tongue into his belly button, and then…

“Clothes good?” Dean asked, his voice soft and deep.

It took Y/N a solid ten to twenty seconds to figure out what he was talking about. Finally she nodded. “Oh yeah,” she ran a hand over her skin tight jeans, “they’re great.”

“Good.” Dean cleared his throat and nodded his head sideways towards the Jeep. “We should get back.”

The ride back to camp was tense as suddenly Y/N was aware of every move Dean made. She watched his hands on the big Jeep steering wheel and became immediately distracted by them. They moved smoothly, but she remembered the calluses she could feel when he grabbed her wrist, and it made her want to feel them again, feel them in more sensitive places.

The five minute ride felt twice as long on the way back.

When they reached the garage, Y/N practically leapt from the Jeep before it had even stopped fully.

“Well, thanks.” She said in a high pitched, squeaky voice.

Dean followed her silently out of the Jeep and out of the building. When she started back across the camp to her tent though, he called her back.

“Y/N!” She turned around but kept some distance between them. She was honestly afraid of what her addled mind might try if she got too close to him.

Unfortunately, Dean didn’t seem to be suffering from the same problem because he walked right up to her, leaving barely a foot between them.

“Just keep an eye on the bites. Leech bites aren’t usually dangerous, but the itch can be a real pain in the ass. If they get bad, you can go to the medical tent.” She followed his finger as he pointed at the big white tent to her right. “They'll probably have something for you.”

She turned back to face him and her breath caught in her throat. He was so close, and he smelled so good, like gunpowder, fire and something a bit warmer, softer, that she couldn’t place. She stared up into his intense green eyes and her stomach started doing somersaults.

His gaze fell to her lips and for one insane moment, Y/N thought he was going to lean forward and kiss her. But he took a step back, nodded and then turned on his heel and walked away. Y/N stood staring after him for a lot longer than she had any reason to, holding her breath the whole time.

As he disappeared into the main cabin, she exhaled slowly, finally able to admit to herself that she was incredibly disappointed by the kiss that didn’t happen.

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orangekittyenergy · 26 days

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Yes its me

Since Fumblr just doesnt seem to want to do anything I just went for it and started a new blog 🙃 Not sure If I'll migrate everything over here but all new stuff will be posted here❤️

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revluvzen · 1 year

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[/💦/] Splash! [/💦/]

Top!Hongjoong x Bottom!MaleReader

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credits to the owner of the gif!

Category: Smut, some fluff. MINORS DNI.

Tags: Hongjoong is your boyfriend, gay sex, top hongjoong, bottom male reader, sex in public, exhibitionism, sex in the pool, degradation, some romantic remarks, anal sex, spit on mouth/spit swallowing, dirty talk, hongjoong and you refer to each other as "honey"

WC: 4k

Despite my fics being mainly of NCT, I want to try doing fics for other idols. These idols will mostly have their own storyline in a series format! You can expect another Hongjoong fic in the future, continuing this plot, if this gets enough love! Please upvote, reblog and leave a comment if you liked it! ❤️

"H-Honey, they're gonna notice..."

It's summer! And Hongjoong and you both got some days off from (college/job). You've been so busy these months, what better than some vacations to relax a little?

"Honey~", you call Hongjoong, who's making some iced tea for both of you. "Yes, darling?", he replies, with a kind voice. "Wouldn't you like to go on vacation~?", you ask him, having thought of it since the past week. "That's... actually a good idea, sweetie...", he says, giving you your iced tea.

"Did you think of any destination already?", he asks, before sipping his tea. "I was thinking of going to a resort... a beach resort... I think we deserve it", you tell him, excited. "I like the idea! Let's book a room for us two and the ticket planes", Hongjoong happily says. "Really?! I'm already excited~", you tell him, happy that he agreed.

Hongjoong and you have been dating for two years already. He's the best boyfriend someone could have: he's kind, funny, and hot. And don't get me started on the sex topic. He's always coming with new kinky things to try... and, how could you say no to him? Bondage, whipping, role-play, he always do some new things and you end up loving it. Every time he's horny and approaches you, you know you're going to have a good time. The fact he's (almost) always horny implies you and him fuck on a very regular basis. It's not weird for you suddenly getting into a love hotel with him or passionately making out with him on the park.

Anyways. The day after, both of you arrive to the airport, do the check-in and get on the flight to the beach destination. Fortunately, the flight was nice and comfy, with no turbulences at all or whatsoever. After landing and going through Migrations, you finally could observe the beautiful sight of the town: luxurious hotels, fancy and colorful shops, and the gorgeous, blue sea on the horizon. "Hongjoong-ie~ this is so beautiful~", you tell him, very excited. "I know, honey~", he replies, with a smile on his face. "This is gonna be awesome!"

Hongjoong and you took a taxi to your resort hotel. "Oh, my, god!", you say, amused at how big and luxurious the resort is. "It's even more beautiful than in the pictures~", Hongjoong remarks. You do the check-in, and the bellboy guides you both to your room.

The room is majestic, it has everything you can expect from a 5-Star resort: great views from the window, a fancy and comfy king size bed, a minibar, and a luxurious bathroom. "Wow~ It's so beautiful, I love it!", you say, sitting and bouncing on the bed. "It truly is~", Hongjoong replies. "We're gonna have a really good time here~".

Both of you get everything from you luggages tidied up, and go have brunch at the hotel's restaurant. The buffet has many delicious dishes, made by a top-tier chef. After eating with Hongjoong, having some nice views to the sea, you started planning about the things you could do for the rest of the day.

"I think we should take a tour around the town, and go shopping", you suggested. "I think we should do that tomorrow... We have a lot of time to enjoy, so we don't have any hurry. I'm kinda tired, aren't you too?", Hongjoong asks. "Well, you're right... getting everything tidied up and the flight overall made me kinda tired...", you agree with him. "Why don't we go to the pool? It's midday still, the sky is clear and the water should be warm... I think it's a great idea", he suggestz. "Hmm, yeah, so do I! We can go to the pool, yeah. Although, we should go out for the night. Maybe going to the town's nightlife avenue or something?", you say. "I think that would be great~ Let's go back to our room and get ours swimming shorts, and let's go to the pool!", Hongjoong says, excited.

Both of you go back to your rooms and change your clothes. After taking off your shirts, Hongjoong puts on some swimming shorts with a Hawaiian flowers design. Your shorts also match the flowers design, but it's with different colours. "You look so cute, darling~", Hongjoong tells you, making you blush. "You too, honey~", you reply, smirking.

Hongjoong and you go downstairs and go to the resort's pool sector. Following a short path of natural rocks from the main building, you end up on an intersection with a sign in the middle.

<=== Kids this way || Adults this way ===>

Please, for the safety and wellness of our guests, kids should go to the kids' pools, that's less deep and has funny games for them.

"Let's turn to the left, then", Hongjoong says, joking and actually walking towards the left. "Hongjoong!", you laugh and tell him to come back. He does come back, and both of you follow the right path. Then, you see a very large pool, with many amenities on its side such as jacuzzis, water massages machines and saunas. There are quite some people on the pool sector. Some of them sunbathing, and some on the pool, swimming or playing between each other. The deeper side of the pool is closed, with a sign that reads "Life guard on a break, please stay on the shallow side".

"The last on on jumping in is a loser!", Hongjoong says, excited. He runs towards the pool and jumped in. A big splash was produced as he got submerged. He then looked at you, laughing. "You lost!", he says, mocking you. "You started running when you announced it! That's not fair!", you reply to him. You then jump into the water. It's kinda warm, as the sun rays has been hitting the water since the sunrise. "Wow~ it's nice", you say, getting relaxed. "It truly is, honey~", Hongjoong tells you.

You both did a lot of things in the span of an hour. You swam, played between each other with water guns and a waterpolo ball, got below the hydromassage fountain, etc. As both of you got tired, you swam to a corner to talk between each other while leaning in it. There's still a lot of people in the pool as the sun's still shining (it's ~2:00pm and the sky is clear!), so talking in the middle of the pool might be annoying to the rest of people.

You both chatted about a lot of topics: plans for tonight and tomorrow, comments about the brunch you had, and gossips about the other guests. "I've heard that the lady on the 235... is cheating on her husband... Wanna know how I know?", Hongjoong told you, quietly. "How?", you asked, intrigued. "Her husband... He came to the lobby, searching for her. Apparently he discovered about her affair and came here to check it. It's about to go down", he said. "Oh, my, god!", you said, on disbelief.

You both laughed in shock, but suddenly Hongjoong got a little corny. "You would never cheat on me, would you?", he said, smiling and staring at you. "Of course I wouldn't, honey~ I love you so much~", you say, touching his chest playfully. He replied back by caressing your hips, that are underwater. "I knew it~ I love you too~", Hongjoong said, leaning over you to give you a peck. You leaned too to kiss him. His soft lips touched yours, romantically.

Although, it soon became more than a peck. You both closed your eyes at the same time, and started kissing more passionately. Your lips are softly biting each other, sending a romantic feeling all over your bodies. Hongjoong put his hand on your chin, while you put your hand on his nape.

Things soon went to second base. It's so difficult to pull apart each other once you start kissing... It's just that his lips feel so soft, and you feel so secure while making out with him... and you love him. And he loves you too. It's natural that both of you kept kissing for long minutes, getting rougher as time passes by. You start tongue kissing, your tongues dancing inside of each others mouth. Your grip on Hongjoong's hair gets tighter. Your other hands gets on his chest, sliding down the water to his stomach. His hands get on your submerged waist, sliding to your lower back. His crotch now touches yours, slowly thrusting back and forth and making your bulges get hard.

Hongjoong then grabbed your ass, squeezing it. You replied by softly caressing his hard bulge. Both of you keep kissing, tasting each other's tongues. Hongjoong slowly slide his hand down your shorts, now touching your skin, slowly approaching your hole with his fingers. You also slide your hand down on his shorts, touching his hard veiny cock.

You keep kissing him, with so much passion. Taking advantage of the little lubrication the pool's water could bring, he puts one finger inside of your hole; meanwhile, you started jerking him off. It didn't take long before he finds your prostate and starts stimulating it. You each quietly moan inside each other mouth, him bitting your lips.

You actually think no one could guess what's happening underwater. I mean, from outside, it maybe could look like a plain passionate kiss on the pool by a sweet couple. That, until Hongjoong gets so horny that he has other plans for you. "Honey, turn around", he said, sexily whispering to your ear as he started fingerfucking you, now with two fingers. "W-What...?", you ask him. You know Hongjoong is extremely kinky, and making out with him on public is very common for you, but actual sex? That's new... But, once you get horny, you just don't want to stop. Should you risk being catch and humiliated in public because of being a horny slut that gets fucked while in the pool? "H-Honey, they're gonna notice~", you tell him, kind of worried.

"Come on, turn around babe~. Put your hands on the edge and give me your cute, slutty ass. I will do it slow so no one notice. I need to fuck you, honey~", he says. Fuck, how could you say no? His dirty talking gets you every time. You do turn around, and put your hands over the pool's edge, facing towards one of the plenty sunbathing areas on the pool zone. Luckily, no one's there. Unfortunately, that is because most of the people are on the pool instead of sunbathing. Not only that, but also some people walk across that zone to get on the pool or go back to the hotel. As Hongjoong lowers your swimming shorts, low enough that your rim gets exposed to him, you start wondering... Why is this turning you on? Will someone notice? Of course they will. But, maybe that's what's turning you on.

Giving your back (and ass) to Hongjoong, you feel his hard tip teasing your hole. He gets closer to your ear to whisper to you. "Do you want my big cock here, honey~? Are you this of a slut~? Ugh, I love you~", he saids, still teasing your hole with his cock. "Y-Yes, babe~ P-Please, put it inside... Quick... Before someone notices...~", you tell him, kind of trembling because of all the adrenaline.

"There it goes, fucking whore~ Feel it all inside of you~", Hongjoong says, as he starts putting his cock inside of your hole. The pool's water kind of work as lube, so his dick actually didn't have trouble on getting inside of you. "A-A-Agh~", you softly moan, trying to stay as quiet as possible so no one noticed you. Hard task, obviously. Hongjoong's cock feels so good inside of you, that your natural response is to moan like a slut.

"I'll start thrusting now~ I'll go slow, so we don't make waves or something...~ Be quiet, honey~", Hongjoong tells you on a playful sexy voice. He then sexily whispers to your ear, "Unless, you want people to notice...~". At the moment he said that, he started thrusting into you. Pace might be slow but the mere fact of his big cock fucking you already makes you so horny. "Agh~ H-Hongjoong-ie~ I... I love it~", you quietly tell your boyfriend, giving him validation. "I know you love it, fucking whore~", he says. You can't see him, but you know he's with that pervy, smirking face you love. Hongjoong's cock feels so good fucking you, and the adrenaline of doing it on a public place is a perfect combination that soon gets your cock hard.

Hongjoong keeps fucking you, going faster. He's grabbing your waist in order to do precise thrusts that makes his cock go deep inside of you. "F-Feels so good~", you whisper, feeling your prostate sending soft shockwaves of pleasure all over your body. You put on a lewd face, that Hongjoong notice from behind. "Look at you, fucking slut~ You're liking it so much~", he says. You turn your head to see him, who's smirking and looking at your ass, that's getting fucked by him.

When you go back to rest your head over the pool's edge, you see the legs of three guys, walking past you. You unconsciously raise your head and stare at they... And you see the expression on their faces. They give you disgusted looks, as if they're shocked at how you dare to fuck in a public pool. Being so close to you, they obviously noticed what's going on (unlike the other people in the pool, that's minding their own business and they can't tell what you're doing as they're kind of far away from you). You just look down and ignore them, your face blushing as you realize how shameless and nasty you're.

"H-Honey, I think those guys noticed~ Agh~", you say, still quietly moaning. "Don't worry, babe~ Everything will be okay~ Plus, that's the best part about fucking in public, isn't it~?", he says. "Ugh~ My cock feels so good inside of your tight hole~ I'll go a little more faster~", he says, now fucking you at a normal pace, not slow nor fast.

"F-Fuck~ You fuck me so good, honey~", you quietly moan. You know feel your prostate being hit by Hongjoong's cock harder, making you so fucking slutty and happy. "Such a shameless whore you are~", he sexily whispers to you.

Hongjoong keeps fucking you at a normal pace. Then, you hear a loud noise: a dude jumped into the water, kind of close to both of you, screaming "CANNON BALL!". The water splashes over both of you, which made both of you turn your heads to look at this guy. Hongjoong's glare to him is so intimidating that made the dude get shocked, both because of seeing you two fucking and Hongjoong getting angry. "W-What are y-you guys d-doing", he said, stuttering and shocked. "Get away...", Hongjoong told him with a serious expression, as he kept fucking you. The guy got scared, and swam away as fast as he could.

Hongjoong now sets up a faster pace, enough to make it difficult for you to try to quiet down your moans. You feel his cock so fucking deep inside of you, his balls hitting your ass, and your prostate being abused so fast. The water around you starts creating soft waves as Hongjoong thrusts harder into you. "Fuck, honey, it feels so fucking good~", Hongjoong tells you, quietly moan as he feels his cock so satisfied of fucking you. You turn your head to look at his lewd face. He looks so fucking sexy, so focused on thrusting fast and hard inside of you. As you turn your head, you also notice a group of people on the pool that are discreetly looking at you, with disgusted looks; some of them leaving the pool. "H-Hongjoong-ie~ t-they're noticing it~", you tell him. "And~? Is that something bad for you, baby~?", he replies, with a sexy playful voice. His cock feels so fucking good inside of you, you just want him to keep fucking you all day long and filling you with cum. It's so good to have nasty, kinky sex with your boyfriend. You don't even care about the other people in the pool. You just want to enjoy this moment with Hongjoong.

With your mind going on an euphoric state, as Hongjoong fucks you so good and rough, you replied to what Hongjoong asked. "I-It's actually the o-opposite~, I-I love this, honey~", you tell him, now moaning on speaking voice, loud enough to be noticeable for some more meters around you. "Look at you, fucking whore~ So happy of being fucked in public, you don't even care about the other people here anymore~ You know what~? I'm gonna fuck you so fucking rough that this waves are gonna overflow the pool~", Hongjoong threatens, smirking and thrusting harder into you, actually making the waves that are created because of how he fucks you get bigger.

"F-Fuck me rough, honey~ I want your cock deep inside of you~", you moan, now frenzied. "Yeah? You like my big cock, fucking slut? Huh? Fuck, you're so tight~", Hongjoong moans, fucking you at an extremely fast pace. He puts his hand over the pool's edge just like you, to have more control of the thrusts he's doing underwater. As he does that, he puts his face next to you, and starts kissing your neck, leaving some hickeys.

"Tell me you're my slut, come on", Hongjoong ordered as he railed your ass. "I-I'm your slut, h-honey, AGH~", you moan out loud. "Good boy~", he tells you. He grabs you by your chin and puts two fingers on your mouth, and makes you suck them. "Mmm~". Despite having his fingers on your mouth, your groanings are still kind of loud. "Yeah, keep moaning while you suck my fingers, yeah, fuck~", Hongjoong groaned. He's fucking you like a beast, so fucking focused on drilling your hole. The water around you strikes the pool's edge with so much power, as Hongjoong thrusts faster and rougher inside fo you. It's impossible for the rest of the people there to not notice what's going on.

Hongjoong grabs your chin and makes you face towards his face. "Tell me you're my whore, and that you're only mine~", he commands. "I-I'm your whore, and I'm only yours~", you reply, feeling his cock hitting your prostate with so much precission, it sending big and strong shockwaves of pleasure over your body, feeding your euphoria. "Say it louder", Hongjoong ordered, with a sexy and aggresive voice. "I-I'M YOUR WHORE AND I'M ONLY YOURS~", you yell, moaning after each word. "Good boy~ I love you so fucking much~", he says, grabbing your face and spitting on your mouth. You already know what to do: you swallow his spit, showing him how much you love him and enjoy being fucked. "I fucking love you so much too~", you tell him.

After some minutes, Hongjoong and you feel your orgasms close. He keeps drilling your hole so fucking fast, and you keep moaning loud as you enjoy how you he rearranges your guts so fucking rough. "H-Honey, I'm gonna come~ I'm gonna fucking fill you up so much~", he tells you, his voice breaking with moans. "F-Fuck, I'm gonna come too, it feels so fucking good~ Agh~", you moan out loud too. "L-Let's come at the same time, honey~ I'm gonna breed you so good, fucking slut~ F-FUCK~", he groans. Hongjoong fucks you frenziedly, the pool's water around you splashing out of it with so much power. The pool zone got invaded by the noises of your moans and the striking water splashes. "F-FUCK, AGH~".

Hongjoong finally comes inside of you, with a powerful final thrust that splashes water all over both of you. You feel his cum filling your insides and warming your abused prostate. "F-FUCK, FEEL ALL MY FUCKING CUM INSIDE OF YOU, SLUT~", he moans, with his cock still inside of you, now doing slower thrusts. Right at the moment you felt his cum filling your hole, you also reach your orgasm. Your back arches and your eyes roll up, feeling so much pleasure. You ejaculate underwater, then quickly realizing how you can see your white creamy sperm flaoting to the surface, around you. "F-FUCK, FUCKING FILL ME UP, AGH~", you moan during your climax.

Hongjoong keeps thrusting, now on a slow pace. He bends over to whisper to your ear. "Fuck, honey, you went crazy~", he whispers with a sexy voice. You're trembling right now because of how he fucked you so rough and the fact you're realizing what just happened. "Y-You went crazy too, f-fuck, it's just that it felt so good~", you tell him. "I know~ The moment we started kissing here, I knew we had to take it further", he said, smirking. "You fucked me so good~", you tell him. "I didn't even care if people noticed, I just wanted you~ I love you~", he says, hugging you. "I love you too, honey~", you tell him, smiling. You both kiss for some minutes, romantically tasting each other's lips. He then takes his cock out of you, and both of you raise your swimming shorts back on.

Both of you jump out of the pool and head over the path to go back to the hotel building. The moment you turn your head to see the pool... you see there's no one left. Not surprising, obviously. Apparently they all left at the moment your boyfriend started fucking you extremely fast. "Honey... Oh my God...", you tell him, shocked. "Yeah, I know... But it was worth it, wasn't it?", he tells you, laughing. "Well, it surely was... I hope they didn't call the cops or something...", you say, worried. "Don't worry, darling~ we just had a wonderful time, probably the best sex we ever had~ relax and enjoy the moment", Hongjoong tries to relax you. "You're right... Fuck, I still feel your cum inside of me", you tell him, laughing. Hongjoong relaxed you, and all that's on your head now is the happiness from the sex you just had. "You have too keep it inside during tonight's trip to the town's center, you know~?", he says, quietly laughing. "...I promise!", you laugh.

Both of you walk to your hotel room. On the main lobby, you can see some people staring at you both with disgusted faces. They surely were on the pool when you two fucked. "Don't care about them... haters gonna hate, you know?", Hongjoong said, quietly laughing. "I guess you're right", you tell him, smiling. You arrive to your roomm dry yourselves with a towel and change your clothes.

"I still can't believe what happened... I'll never forget about this, it was incredible~", you tell Hongjoong. "I know~ It was awesome, fuck, definitely worth it~", he replies. You then noticed an envelope being slided across your room's door. "Uhm, we got a letter", you say. "Oh... check it... fuck", Hongjoong says, already guessing what could it be. You open the envelope, and, indeed, there's a letter inside.

"=Paradise Resort=

==NOTICE==

=Fine for Indecent Exposure=

Hello. We send you this letter because of the recent event that took place on the hotel's pool, wjere both of you engaged on immoral sexual acts right in front of our dear guests. We attach a link to the camera's recording of the situation as proof.

We would like to reach out for you in order to settle this case, ordering you to pay the amount of 150$ to the hotel, with a plus of 50$ more on the basis of moral damage to our guests. Otherwise, we'll call the cops and sue you. Thanks for your understanding."

"Uhm...", you say, worried about the amount of money you both have to pay because of what you did. "W-Well, as we said before, it was worth it!", Hongjoong said, optimistic. "Well, you're right on that...", you tell him. "Plus, you say the CCTV recorded it? We now get to see it on VIDEO?! We have porn of ourselves?! This is the best day of my life!", he continues. You look at him, trying to hold back your laughter. "HONEY!".

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zepskies · 21 days

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Hey, Zep! Any advice on writing a good kiss scene? (Totally not for upcoming chapters or fanfics or whatever and I’m procrastinating and possibly hyperventilating-)

But yeah. Any tips and/or tricks?

Hey there!

Oooh, what a great question. 😉 (Aww, don't worry, this is the fun part! lol ❤️)

So when it comes to any kind of romance scene, it has to do with the buildup. Where is the couple at this point? Is it desperation, longing and yearning, hurt/comfort, pure fluff and sweetness, raw, dirty, gritty desire, or a combination of these things?

And when they come together for that moment, is there a bit of hesitation, or even fear -- the idea that once they do this, there's no going back to the way it was before? Is the kiss tentative and sweet, chaste at first, or hungry and devouring from the onset?

Anticipation is also a big part of the first kiss especially. It's the culmination of a "will they, won't they," and it's a cathartic moment for a romance.

A kiss can start out small, just a meeting of lips. It can lead to more, as passion builds. You want to think of what emotions are driving each of them -- what defines their connection and chemistry, and this need to be together physically.

Word choice here can also be very important in how to convey passion, because again, "passion" can be expressed in different ways. To help figure this out, I try to visualize a scene in my head like a movie, down to the:

Setting: Are they out in the open? Is there the threat of getting caught? Are they in the privacy of a bedroom, in the kitchen, couch, potentially knocking things about? lol

Character "Blocking": The characters' physical movements in the scene, like the placement of hands, head tilting, movements of lips, teeth, tongue, bodies pressing, hand brushing the cheek, holding the hips or waist, hands cradling/caressing their partner’s face, hands slipping under layers of clothing, fingers tangling in the hair, gripping, pulling, or soothing, etc.). And of course, where on the body their partner is kissing, if they migrate from the lips after a while. 😏

Internal Thoughts: "God, should we really be doing this?" vs. "Freakin' finally," etc. 😂

Dialogue: Potentially breaks up the "action." Quipping remarks, teasing, heartfelt romantic words, sexy/dirty talk, etc. But sometimes there's no time for words, if you catch my drift. 😉

The Emotions: The key to what's driving each of them throughout the scene.

Taking these into account (in my experience) can help you create a unique romantic scene. ❤️❤️

Thanks for the question, lovely. Let me know if this helps! 🫡

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ghost-party · 1 year

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Pairing: Erwin Smith x F!Reader (Modern AU) Word Count: 5.4K Warnings: anxiety, swearing, alcohol, work stress, secret relationship, teacher-student relationship, age difference, explicit sexual content, nudity, fingering, desk sex, a little possessiveness, size difference, talk of marriage and having kids, drunk Nile, mention of a sex dungeon, lots of romance, marriage, pregnancy/children A/N: This is my Secret Santa gift for the lovely @lady-lauren. 😊❤️ Merry Christmas, Lauren! (Also: To anyone else reading this, IF YOU ARE A MINOR, DO NOT INTERACT!)

FIRST CHRISTMAS

You really should have known things wouldn’t go according to plan when your plane nearly slid off the icy runway. But you were trying to be optimistic.

And you are in desperate need of a vacation.

Even now, as you stand at the edge of a group of fellow travelers, waiting to find out if your flight is just delayed or outright canceled, your phone keeps buzzing in your bag.

You know you turned off Teams notifications. But apparently, your office group chat — or at least part of it — has migrated to a group text.

With a sigh, you glance down at your lock screen, a familiar anxiety settling in the pit of your stomach. You feel guilty enough as it is, taking a week off to escape what already feels like an endless winter. But it felt like it was meant to be when you spotted an all-inclusive vacation deal at a Hawaiian resort.

The last thing you need, on top of a very untimely blizzard, is workplace drama and news that your boss has fired his third secretary in as many months.

As you swipe the notifications away, an airline employee confirms the news you’ve been dreading: Your connecting flight is canceled, and the soonest you can fly out is tomorrow morning — Christmas Day.

Nearly twelve hours from now.

And that’s only if the weather decides to cooperate.

Fucking fuck.

Luckily, it’s still early enough that all the shops and restaurants are still open. You leave a group of agitated businessmen to gripe over the situation and make a beeline for the nearest place with half-decent drinks.

To be honest, an airport Applebee’s usually isn’t your first choice. But as they say, desperate times…

It’s only once you’re seated at the bar, waiting for a “Tipsy Reindeer” with what you hope is a generous pour of vodka, that you notice the man seated to your right, with one empty stool between you.

He’s looking up at the flatscreen mounted on the wall, his lips pressed into a thin line as he watches the massive winter storm move across the weather radar. His phone is out, open to what looks like a text conversation. There’s a suitcase near his feet, along with a leather briefcase.

When he takes his glasses off and pinches the bridge of his nose, muttering something under his breath, he notices you.

Caught staring, you consider looking away and pretending nothing happened. The last thing you need is banal conversation shared over six-dollar “Sleigh Bell Sips.”

But something keeps you from doing that. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s clearly a kindred spirit, another traveler stranded here because of the snow. Maybe it’s the printed copy of the Georgetown Law Journal resting underneath his phone.

Or maybe it’s the fact that he’s ridiculously handsome.

It’s even worse when he smiles at you, his blue eyes crinkling a bit at the corners. With his glasses now slipping down his aquiline nose just a little, paired with the knit sweater he’s wearing under his wool coat, he’s like a blond version of Clark Kent crossed with a J. Crew model. And maybe a smidge of Old Hollywood movie star.

“I was going to ask if you’re stuck here, too,” he says, his voice deep and warm. “But I think it’s safe to assume everyone is.”

You huff out a laugh and thank the bartender as he hands you your oversized drink. “Guess it’ll be a white Christmas after all.”

His smile widens a little. “Are you heading home, to see family?”

“Nope.” You take a large sip of your cocktail, and yes, there’s the vodka. “I’m being terrible and skipping out on the festivities this year. Mostly because it’s the only time I could take off work without my boss losing his shit.”

“Sounds like my workplace,” he quips, lifting a glass of what looks like scotch on the rocks. “Here’s to escaping for a little while. Or at least trying to.”

Your glass is comically large compared to his, but you lift it anyway. Another sip, and you twirl your straw around, thinking you spot a Santa gummy floating somewhere near the bottom.

“Do you work in law?”

When he looks surprised by your question, you nod towards the journal now pinned under his elbow.

“Oh! Yes. I’m a professor at Georgetown Law.”

You visibly perk up. You’ve always been interested in law, to the point where you were, for a time, thinking about going to law school. But you have what often feels like an incurable case of imposter syndrome, so you have yet to do much research, let alone take the LSAT.

“What kind of work do you do?”

His question only reminds you of the unread texts still piling up in your inbox, and you sigh, hard enough to elicit a look of concern from the man.

“Sorry. It’s a marketing job.” You take a larger gulp of your drink and explain, “I don’t mind the work, but I know it’s not something I want to do forever. And honestly? All the drama is exhausting.”

Now he looks intrigued, turning to face you as he rests his chin on his hand. “Would it help to talk about it?”

You laugh. “You’re already stuck overnight in an airport, and you want a stranger to bore you to death?”

He grins. “I somehow doubt you’ll accomplish that.”

“We’ll see.”

Between what you suspect truly was an extra shot of vodka and the fact that you haven’t eaten in hours, you’re already feeling more relaxed.

Or maybe it’s just him.

Pushing that thought away, because nope, you are not allowing yourself to crush on a total stranger in the middle of an airport Applebee’s, you fix him with a considering stare.

“At least tell me what name I should have them put on your headstone when I succeed.”

Your dark humor seems to delight him as he extends a large hand for you to shake. “Erwin Smith.”

By the time you’ve regaled him with the most memorable pieces of workplace hot gossip — including your boss’s suspected affairs, a manager’s very inappropriate purchases billed to the company card while attending a conference, and several coworkers’ attempts to commit fraud — you’ve both finished your drinks, along with a shared plate of nachos.

“I don’t know how you deal with it all,” Erwin says, rolling his suitcase beside him as the two of you step out into the terminal. He’s tucked his reading glasses into the pocket of his coat, which is now draped over his arm.

You wonder if his sweater is as soft as it looks, admiring the way it fits across his broad shoulders. It’s blue, like his eyes — but no, a different shade entirely, like the ocean at dusk.

Too much vodka. Focus.

“Yeah, it’s, uh… interesting. Wine helps, though.”

Erwin laughs. “I can imagine.”

“On top of all the work I do — which is probably too much, since we’re understaffed — it’s stupidly tiring. Not physically, of course, but mentally, emotionally…”

As the two of you walk past a Sunglass Hut, a Brookstone, and then, of all things, a Spanx boutique, he considers what you’ve said.

“Have you thought about quitting?”

“Only every day.” You try to say it jokingly, but it comes out flat and deadpan. “I just don’t know what else I would do. And, you know, having money is nice…”

You’ve debated disclosing your true ambitions, your growing desire to go to law school and pursue a career in that field. Initially, you didn’t want him to think you were only talking to him because of that.

But after a few hours spent together, you get the sense that, if anything, he’ll be curious to hear more. He’s an information sponge, soaking up every detail you’ve given him, no matter how mundane or salacious.

“I’ve been thinking about going to law school.”

He stops walking, his briefcase swinging at his side. “Really?” There’s a pleased smile on his face. “I think that’s an excellent idea — but I’ll admit, I’m biased.”

“Did you always know that was what you wanted to do?”

“No.” He glances away, watching a couple exiting the travel convenience store with neck pillows and blankets, no doubt preparing for a night of restless sleep.

“I was an English major in college.”

You raise an eyebrow. “I’m surprised, but also… not really.”

He chuckles. “At one point, I could recite a good number of Shakespeare’s sonnets from memory. I wanted to reach high school language arts.”

“What changed your mind?”

The two of you continue walking, exiting one concourse and heading for another. “My father started having some health issues, so I took some time off after my junior year, to be there for him, take him to appointments…”

His expression is unreadable. “It gave me a lot of time to think. Mostly about how we were going to pay off his medical debt.” He looks at you, explaining, “He’s a teacher, too — well, he was. He’s retired now.”

You nod, listening carefully, even as you pass a Starbucks whose cheerful Christmas music is blaring at full volume.

“Two of my friends were going into law, so I decided to give it a go. And I ended up working at their firm for a while before taking the job at Georgetown.”

“It seems that you liked it well enough to keep going.”

It’s his turn to nod. “I paid off my father’s debt, but I also fell in love with law. It’s fascinating. And as someone always looking for a challenge, it never fails on that front, even as a professor.”

A comfortable silence stretches between you for a few moments before you tell him, “I’m really happy for you. That’s the dream, right? To find your life’s purpose?”

He hums a little, tilting his head as he thinks. “I wouldn’t say it’s my purpose. It’s something I enjoy, but at the end of the day, it’s still work. It’s part of who I am, but not all of me.”

Looking somewhat abashed, he asks, “Does that make sense? I suppose… after watching my father give up so many years to his work — even give up his marriage — I’m more interested in making the time I have count. There’s so much more to life, isn’t there?”

In that moment, perhaps because of his earnestness, or the way he unknowingly speaks directly to some of your deepest worries and insecurities, you realize there’s no use in trying to avoid falling for him.

It’s too late. It’s already happened.

SECOND CHRISTMAS

“You do realize it’s Christmas Eve, right?”

Erwin blinks, looking up from his laptop for what feels like the first time in hours. In fact, it probably is. The coffee he brewed late in the afternoon has gone cold in his mug, as if the stiffness in his neck weren’t telling enough.

You’re standing in the doorway, wearing one of his Georgetown sweatshirts. It’s so large on you, the sleeves hide your hands, and he can’t tell what you’re wearing underneath it, if anything.

What a tantalizing thought…

With a sigh, he leans back in his chair and takes off his glasses, setting them on his desk. “I’m sorry. It’s this damn presentation.”

You saunter into the room, a disappointed little huff escaping you. “It can wait. You’re on break. We both are.” Slowly, you reach across his desk and push his laptop closed. “So take a break.”

He can’t deny that you make a good point. You’ve been done with classes since early December, but exams had consumed weeks of both your lives and made it difficult to see one another. Now that grades have been submitted and the holidays are here, his focus should be on making up that time you were forced to spend apart.

It’s a precarious balancing act, dating a first-year law student. Upon your acceptance to Georgetown, the two of you agreed to certain rules that helped to make things easier. You wouldn’t take any of his classes. He would only give you as much help as he would any other student coming to his office hours. He would show you no favoritism, nor pull any strings to make things easier for you.

And, most importantly, neither of you would tell anyone about your relationship.

That last rule had been inadvertently broken when Miche and Nile decided to stop by his apartment unannounced one evening — and proceeded to use a spare key to come in when he didn’t answer the door.

“We needed to make sure you weren’t dead,” Miche had explained while Erwin frantically pulled on a pair of pants and you hid under the covers, mortified.

“Yeah, you could’ve slipped in the shower,” Nile chimed in, smirking. “Or thrown out your old man back.”

“We’re the same age,” Erwin snapped.

“She’s most definitely not.” Miche was very clearly amused, wiggling his fingers in a wave when you poked your head out to glare at him.

Needless to say, it wasn’t an ideal way for you to meet his closest and oldest friends. But since then, they’ve made an effort to atone for their behavior. It’s not unusual for the four of you to have dinner together, often joined by their wives, Nanaba and Marie.

Other than that small, trusted group, no one knows that Professor Erwin is smitten with a student. And oh, how smitten he is…

He knew he was in trouble from the moment you met, both miserably spending your Christmas Eve stuck at the airport. You struck him as intelligent, funny, and tremendously kind, and if anything, his admiration of you has only grown over the past year.

When you decided to apply to several law schools, he had privately hoped you would choose Georgetown. And when you received your acceptance letter, he opened a bottle of champagne and cooked dinner for you both before congratulating you in ways that involved far less clothing.

He is, put simply, enamored. Your mind fascinates him, your wit and determination impress him, and your body —

“Erwin? Are you even listening?”

He startles when your hand waves back and forth in front of his face, and when you give an exasperated sigh, he smiles. “I’m getting distracted in my old age,” he dryly jokes, which makes you crack a smile.

“You’re ridiculous…” Throwing one bare leg over him, you settle yourself on his lap, and his hands instinctively move to rest on your hips.

“You’re forty, not eighty.”

“Some days, I’m not so sure.”

“Oh, please.” But you’re smiling at him as you run your fingers through his hair, pushing it away from his forehead.

He makes a small, pleasurable sound, leaning into your touch. Although he typically uses pomade on the days he teaches, he tends to forgo it otherwise. He can’t deny that this is one of the reasons why.

“If you really were an old man,” you muse, your voice light and playful, “you wouldn’t be getting hard so fast, just from me sitting in your lap...”

When you sink down a little lower, the outline of his cock pressing against you through his thin, cotton pajama pants, he groans. “I can’t help it. You’re not wearing anything under this, are you?”

He grasps the sweatshirt and tugs on it, just enough to reveal a little more of your bare thighs. You smile sweetly in response and simply tell him, “I thought I might have to persuade you to stop working.”

“Consider me very persuaded,” he murmurs, hooking his thumbs under the hem and pulling it nearly to your waist. Fuck, he was right. You’re wearing nothing at all. And he can see that you’re already wet.

“Have you been thinking about this for a while? Seducing me in my office?” His voice is lower now, his focus entirely on you as one hand slowly slips between your legs.

You open your mouth to answer, but all that comes out is a strangled gasp as he touches you, his thumb just barely brushing against your clit before he begins to slide two fingers inside you.

“I didn’t catch that,” he says, enjoying the way you brace your hands on his shoulders as he pushes in deeper and deeper. “Tell me, sweetheart… Have you been aching at the thought of me fucking you in my office?”

“Yes,” you finally answer, the word more of a breathless sigh than anything else. And it only makes him harder, the way you roll your hips forward, desperate for him in a way that’s utterly intoxicating.

He fingers you until you’re begging for his cock, your skin hot to the touch, your eyes hazy with desire as you clumsily strip off your borrowed sweatshirt.

While you fumble with the waistband of his pants, tugging it down far enough to reach into his boxers, he lowers his head and mouths at your breast, one hand pressed flat against your back as his tongue teases against your nipple.

He realizes it, not for the first time, when he has you sprawled across his desk, your legs pushed up as he fucks you deep and hard, his soft grunts overlapping with your lovely moans. It’s when you look at him, your hand reaching up to tangle in his hair, your back arching as you near your release.

You’re so beautiful like this, in every way, always. And he loves you.

He loves you so much, it feels overwhelming, in a way that’s both exhilarating and frightening.

He wants to possess you. Consume you. Worship you. Protect you. He wants to tell everyone you’re his, but also no one at all, because how could anyone else possibly understand?

As he rubs your clit in tight, little circles, kissing you, swallowing every needy whine and gasp of his name, he knows he’ll never want anyone else. It’s only been a year since you first met, but it doesn’t matter.

He loves you. And he’ll happily spend the rest of his life proving it.

THIRD CHRISTMAS

Although this is, first and foremost, Nile and Marie’s Christmas party, Erwin seems determined to strongarm the guests into celebrating your recent graduation. You quickly lose count of how many people congratulate you, and the seemingly endless refills of sparkling wine leave you feeling giddy.

It’s hard to believe it’s all over. But thanks to summer classes, along with a rigorous internship at Zacharias and Dok — earned entirely on your own merit — and too many late nights to even begin to count, you’ve graduated early.

Erwin has been glowing with pride for weeks now, ever since your commencement. No longer caring about hiding your relationship of three years, he showed up with an enormous bouquet of roses and practically swept you off your feet the moment he saw you.

It made sense. You were no longer a student, not that you had ever been his student. That was a rule you luckily managed never to break. But even so, many of your classmates had been shocked by the public display of affection. Others, however, cheered and wolf-whistled.

It’s been strange, pulling back the curtain and ditching the secrecy you’ve held tight to for the past two years. But it’s also been incredibly freeing.

You sometimes think about how miserable you were at your old job, always wondering if things would ever get better. And now here you are, with a brand new career ahead of you, along with a boyfriend who adores you so completely, it still blows your mind.

How did I get so lucky?

“I think the cookies are just about done.”

You’re startled out of your thoughts by Marie’s soft voice, and you turn to find her putting on cat-patterned oven mitts over her manicured hands. She’s wearing a red velvet dress that hugs her stomach, and you wonder if she should be bending over so much at seven months pregnant.

But when you offer to help, she shoos you away. “I’m fine, I promise.” And she proves it, pulling out the baking sheets with ease and setting them on top of the stove. “Trust me, this is a breeze compared to the twins.”

“Are they at your parents’ house tonight?”

She nods, picking up a spatula and impatiently poking at one of the chocolate chip cookies. “They’re a godsend. We’ve been looking forward to this for weeks.”

“Nile texted Erwin and said if the girls made him watch Elf one more time, his brain might actually melt.”

Marie laughs at that, leaning back against the counter. “He’s just annoyed that they didn’t want to make a gingerbread house with him this year.”

You dramatically gasp. “Now that’s heartbreaking.”

“Poor guy.” Marie shakes her head, then fixes you with a curious look. “Have you and Erwin talked about it at all? Marriage, kids…?”

Taking another sip of your drink, you consider her question. Truthfully, you have. It only makes sense to double-check with a partner that you’re on the same page when it comes to Big Life Events.

But it’s not something you’ve discussed lately. You’ve wanted to, there’s no doubt about that. However, between his hectic schedule this semester and your scramble to finish everything you needed to before graduation, it never seemed like the right time.

Seeming to sense your answer before you can give it, Marie offers you a kind smile. “I’m not trying to pressure you, I swear. I was just curious.”

“No, it’s fine,” you assure her, your voice a little too cheerful to compensate for your tangled thoughts. “It makes sense. It’s not like we’re getting any younger.”

Erwin turned forty-two this year. Does he really still want kids? And now that you’re living together, practically a married couple in every other way except legally, is it something that’s still on his mind?

Marie frowns and opens her mouth to reply when Nile stumbles in, clearly trying his best to walk straight despite his obvious inebriation.

He steals a cookie, stuffing it into his mouth, before asking Marie, “Haff oo seen Hange ‘n Mulblit?”

Marie tuts at him. “Chew before you choke, and no, I haven’t.”

“They left early,” Miche interjects, ducking into the kitchen to grab another bag of ice for the bar they’ve set up in the living room.

Nile looks aghast, quickly finishing his cookie before demanding, “Why?”

Miche shrugs, and Erwin appears behind him, leaning in the doorway. Unlike his friends, he seems sober. Almost too sober, considering how many times he’s encouraged partygoers to toast your accomplishments.

He catches your eye and smiles warmly. He’s wearing a sweater you bought for him last Christmas, and although his hair is still mostly slicked back, it looks softer than usual, like he’s been running his hands through it.

Is he nervous about something?

The thought promptly leaves your head when Miche continues, “I’ve stopped asking shit like that, ever since Hange went into explicit detail about what they keep in their sex dungeon.”

Nile nearly trips over his own feet, and Marie snorts as she moves the cookies to a cooling rack. “They have a sex dungeon?”

“I’ve said too much,” Miche gravely states, turning on his heel and leaving the room. Nile follows behind him, while Erwin shakes his head, moving to join you at the kitchen island.

“It’s almost midnight,” he murmurs, placing a hand at the small of your back. His thumb moves up and down in a familiar, soothing motion, and you relax into him, resting your head on his shoulder for a brief moment.

“Time to take me home? Before I turn into a pumpkin?”

He laughs softly and noses against the crown of your head. “Exactly. Your carriage awaits.”

After saying goodbye to Marie and accepting a hastily-packed to-go container of cookies, you follow Erwin to the car and make small talk on the way back to his apartment. He tells you about the drinking game Nile was playing with some of Marie’s coworkers, Levi’s newest café on the other side of town, and Petra and Oluo’s adorable mishap under the mistletoe.

By the time he’s unlocking the door, you’re feeling a little sleepy and more than content with the idea of throwing on your coziest pajamas and climbing into bed. You’re so distracted, it takes you a minute to realize exactly what you’re looking at.

The living room has been filled with candles. They illuminate the space with a gentle, golden glow, and you catch the faint scent of something sweet in the air. Small votives are lined up on the faux wood floor, marking out a path. And Erwin has followed it, walking ahead of you to stand in the middle of the room, his expression caught somewhere between excitement and nervousness.

“W-what… Erwin, what is this?”

Distantly, you realize it’s a ridiculous question. You know what this is. You know. But you need to hear him say it.

As you slowly walk towards him, Erwin clears his throat. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a while, but it took some time to decide how. Luckily, Hange and Moblit agreed to help while we were at the party.”

You feel much more awake now, processing his words. Your friends did all of this. Because he asked them to. Because he’s been planning this, for who knows how long.

Erwin shifts from one foot to the other, then quietly says, “When I was eight years old, I asked my father why he fell in love with my mother. His answer seemed frustratingly simple at the time. ‘She was like a dream — something I never knew I wanted, but once I did know, I could never let her go.’

“And when I was thirteen years old, I asked him why she left. He said, ‘Because I took her for granted. I thought the dream would never end.’”

He reaches into his right pocket. “I promise I will never take you for granted. I promise to make you happy, to always put you first, to give you all of me, always.”

By the time he sinks down to one knee, you’ve begun to cry, pressing your lips together to keep quiet even as you wipe at your tear-stained cheeks.

“I love you. I think I always have, from the moment I laid eyes on you.” His smile turns somewhat shy. “It sounds clichéd, I know… But I can’t help it. Not when it comes to you.”

When he holds out his hand, revealing a small, black box, you press your hand to your mouth, and he takes a shaky breath, overcome with emotion.

“I want you by my side for as long as you’ll have me. I want to have a family together, grow old together… I can’t imagine anyone more perfect for me than you.”

He opens the box, revealing a ring it seems he plucked from your errant daydreams, whenever you’ve wondered about what your future might hold. It always astounds you, how he knows you so well and manages to make it seem effortless.

“Will you marry me?”

The answer is obvious. There’s no doubt in your mind. Because just as he believes you’re perfect for him, he is perfect for you.

You love how he rambles when he’s passionate about something, the way he’s patient with you when you cook a meal together, especially a new recipe. You love when he dozes off on the couch with a book lying on his chest, the way he holds your hand and tucks it into his coat pocket when you take a walk after classes are done for the day.

You love that he hums in the shower, that he cries during heart-wrenching movies, that he’s a happy, lovable drunk, that he wants to try bird-watching and pottery, that he can fuck you so good, you nearly forget your own name.

And you love how he gazes up at you, tears glimmering in his eyes, when you finally manage to answer his question.

“Yes.”

FOURTH CHRISTMAS

You’ve just finished loading the dishwasher when you wonder where your husband has gone. After drying your hands on a towel, you can smell pine and cinnamon as you turn the corner and allow yourself to admire the Christmas tree tucked into the corner of the living room.

You love many things about your house, purchased right after your wedding. But one of your favorites is how much space you have. Erwin’s apartment was so full of bookshelves and furniture, he had settled for a four-foot-tall artificial tree that usually went undecorated until you came along.

But this year, he was the one who bought a much bigger version, along with colorful strands of lights, yards of garland, glittering ornaments, and even a tree skirt. He did it all in one day, surprising you when you came home from work.

Blowing out the candle sitting on the small table beside his usual reading chair, you think you hear his voice upstairs. And when you reach the second-floor landing, you smile, knowing exactly where he is.

You slowly push open the door, not wanting to interrupt. But your chest tightens at the sight of him sitting in the rocking chair — a gift from his father, who’s taken up carpentry during his retirement.

Your seven-month-old daughter is nestled against him, paying rapt attention as he reads to her from a board book called “You’re My Little Christmas Cookie.”

He’s wearing his reading glasses, and as usual, they’re making a slow descent down his nose. He dresses more casually these days, since he’s on sabbatical to both work on writing a book and be a stay-at-home dad.

It was something you both agreed upon, but he made it clear that if you ever needed a break from your work at Miche and Nile’s firm, he had no problem returning to the classroom — or even the courtroom — while you stayed home.

Your daughter grabs onto his forest green henley with one fist, babbling a little as he reaches the last page.

“That’s an excellent point,” he says, as if responding to a colleague, and your laugh gives you away, drawing his attention for a brief moment.

He smiles at you before setting the book aside and lifting your daughter up into his arms. She’s wearing one of the many Christmas onesies your friends have gifted you. After you’ve both kissed her goodnight and placed her in her crib, he follows you into the hallway, already opening the monitoring app on his phone.

“She’s learning to pull herself up and stand by the railing,” he says, pointing at the screen. “I’m worried she’s going to fall back and bonk her little head.”

“Nile instilled that fear in you, didn’t he?”

Erwin looks sheepish, but his smile turns softer when you stand on your toes and kiss his cheek.

“She’s already so big,” he murmurs, watching as your baby girl begins to doze off.

“You always say that.”

“What, you never think that?”

“Of course I do.” You playfully shove at him as he leads you into the bedroom, setting his phone aside.

In retaliation, he wraps his arms around you and hauls you onto the bed, trying to shush your laughter as he leans over you.

“You’ll wake her up.”

“And it’ll be all your fault.”

He grins. “I suppose that’s true.”

Realizing you’re still wearing your office attire, you sigh and reach up to begin unbuttoning your blouse. “But I really do think that, all the time. She was so little, and now she’s not, and it’s just going to keep happening, and…”

Erwin gently nudges your fingers aside, taking his time undressing you. “That’s how it goes, sweetheart. All we can do is enjoy it as much as we can.”

You watch him as he focuses on removing your clothes, your eyes flitting from his stubbled jaw line to the faintest hint of gray coming in at his temples. He looks tired, as do you, you have no doubt. But you can tell he’s happy — more relaxed than he ever was while teaching.

You’re distracted from your idle thoughts when he lowers his mouth to the swell of your breast, his hand sliding over the satin fabric of your bra.

“What happened to ‘you’ll wake her up’?” you ask, even as your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer.

Erwin lifts his head just enough to look at you, his eyes bright with mischief — and love. Always so much love.

“You’ll just have to be quiet, sweetheart… Think you can manage that?”

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