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oh-theres-a-woman · 4 years

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Blood Doilies; Part Two

A/N: Here’s the as promised second part to Blood Doilies. This part is one I felt would be lovely to leave light and fluffy amidst the underlying themes of abuse. Allowing the reader to see the warmth of another person after being hurts for so long by another. Once more, to all the people that read part one, thank you so much for all the love.

Taglist: @zodiyack , @itsfrancisneptun , @shelbys-we-get-the-job-done, @amy-booxx & @fandom-fucking-shit

Pairing: Thomas Shelby X Female Reader

Word Count: 1438

Other Parts of the Story: [ 1 ], [ 3 ], [ 4 ], [ 5 ], [ 6 ], [ 7 ], [ 8 ], [ 9 ]

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The safe house appointed by the Shelby family and Peaky Blinders was stunning. Nothing that you could ever afford with life even organised. It hadn’t been long since the meeting when they ushered you down the streets of Small Heath to a townhouse, close to their point of main operations. Actually, it was across the road to the Betting Shop. So, the Blinders would be nearby at all times.

Walking through the homely presence, you could very much see your babies settling in here well enough. It’d just be a moment getting them from the neighbour. Packing a few things and coming back to this safe house. More than graciously, you had repeated your thanks to Polly Gray and Thomas Shelby a multitude of times. Which stole a small true smile from the plainly honest business runner and a more supportive one from his Aunt.

After they left and gave you the key, there were another few minutes spent looking through the entire small house. Eyes alert on all the beautiful things. Observing the modest bedroom, comfortable bed. Then the over room for the children. They’d spoken about getting a crib so it’d be put in briefly. One of the Shelbys’ had one spare for her to borrow. It made you completely grateful.

Shrugging off the cardigan in your privacy, you made the beds and prepared the bedroom for the children. Once everything was perfect, you were out the door and collecting them. Packing a few bags of their clothes and dollies. Packing your own clothing, tucking a comfortable hat onto your head. There was a moment where you stopped in the house that could have once been considered a home. One that made you feel insecure, now.

Looking at the bible left on your bedside table, you picked the holy book up. Tucking your prayer beads into the pocket of your dress. The only thing that was left behind were various things that your husband had left behind, and the wedding ring that once rested on your finger. A single note underneath it. Saying: Goodbye, William.

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Annabeth was sucking her knuckle when you arrived at the new home safely. Marcus snug at your chest, asleep. The poor thing had a bad night. So, you’d settle him in the crook of your shoulder. Watching the very active toddler, a very helpful little girl fussed about the new townhouse. That she’d proclaimed in was the castle a prince was the one who’d given them the house. Of course, this was in some sort of child babble. You knew what she meant, it was almost like that maternal bond with your children was strong enough you knew which coo, cry and babble meant.

Marcus was big on cooing, his brown expressive eyes and tone always selling what he wanted. Or told you clear enough he was annoyed. Annabeth was a stubborn little thing, she shrieked and babbled with fists waving. She’d seen her father do it a few too many times. So, the child believed it was okay behaviour. A task that you’d have to teach out of one pride and joy.

Sorting through the clothes upstairs, Annabeth settled looking at her little brother. Holding him like she was a mini-mother. So proud with the little boy in her arms. “Mama, doth you need helping? I can be big helper.” Spoke the sweet little girl, trying to gather her sentences together. You couldn’t believe how fast she was progressing. It made a swelling pride of motherhood take root in your heart. Brushing her curls out of hazel blue eyes, that were much like your late mothers. A smile couldn’t be hidden from your face.

“No Darling, you just keep your little brother comfortable and happy. Mama is just putting your clothes away.” You said soothingly to your little girl. Noticing the beaming pride that she’d been tasked with taking on a grand mission. Eyes drifting down on her little brother lovingly. A mop of curls was like a curtain hiding both little faces. Allowing you to return to arranging things. Then, soon it’d be working on supper for your small family.

Nursing Marcus in the quiet sitting room after a time, you were grateful that Annabeth had curled up beside you on the loveseat. Every last bit of her energy was spent. Leaving a quiet little moment for yourself and the dear little boy suckled at your breast. Stroking his puffed-out cheeks. He looked like a brown-eyed squirrel with a mop of auburn fuzz. The boy your husband wanted most in the world. It had been a nightmare when Annabeth was born because she wasn’t a boy. Something he never let you or the little girl forget for a moment. In mirrored bruises on your body.

Remembering your pregnancy with Marcus, you had threatened to throw yourself down the stairs if he so much as touched your little girl. In the case, it’d dash his chances of a little boy he wanted. Bitter and cold by his behaviour towards the perfect little flower.

Burping the well-fed baby over your shoulder, fixing your dress. A small knock on the door caught your attention, stirring Annabeth on the couch. Marcus drunk from his little milk coma only hiccupped and burped. Paying no mind to the noise. Spying through the peephole, spotting Thomas Shelby standing there holding a parcel. You didn’t spare a moment in opening the door. “Mrs [Y/N], Pol thought you’d be needing these clothes for yourself and the little ones.” He gestured to the baby at your shoulder, as your left hand rubbed Marcus’s back. A warmth of blush travelled in your cheeks, absolutely smitten by the kindness.

“Oh thank you so much, Mister Shelby. Would you like to come in for some tea?” You asked trying to invite the man in. Offering to take the parcel from his arms. But he simply placed it on the table sparing your full arms.

“Tea would be lovely, thank you. And, call me, Thomas.” He was curt in his manner, looking back at you with that assessing gaze. Before looking down at the loveseat. Noticing Annabeth playing with her dolly babbling some sort of nonsense. Before gasping catching wind of him. Eyes utterly sparkling with Thomas, poking to him with no thought of manners.

“Mama! Prince is here!” Annabeth announced stirring an awkward gork from you and a chuckle from Thomas. He was rather amused at the gesture of him being anything remotely dashing.

“I don’t think I’m a prince, but you are certainly a little princess,” Thomas said in a soothing voice that made you look on with awe. His utter gentleness in regard to your daughter. She slipped out of the loveseat, standing rather bashfully giving a cheeky wave. Curtseying with a bit of a wobble on her footing. But the Blinder was quick to catch her. Brushing long curls from the little girl’s face. “Carefully there,” he said in a rather parental tone that caused a sad smile to tug on your cheek.

It was the warmth your daughter had always deserved. “Thank you for catching her,” you whispered from the back of the loveseat. Holding the now sleeping Marcus. His little fists tightened in the front of your dress. Rising to his feet, Thomas looked at you with surprising warmth after settling Annabeth back on the seat. Holding out his arms to take the sleeping child from you so you could get tea.

It was a strange domestic sight to see the ruthless head of the Birmingham gang, take the sleeping baby correctly into his hold. Hand light supporting the little back into his shoulder. Little fists resting on his chest clenched tightly. Easy breaths leaving Marcus. He didn’t stir once in Tommy’s grasp.

“Right, I’ll get the tea.” You said lightly, blush collecting at marked cheeks. Filling the kettle as Thomas stayed in the sitting room with the children. Sitting with Annabeth and holding Marcus snuggly. Spying from the kitchen you saw him picking up a picture book you’d laid out on the coffee table. Opening it one-handed. Annabeth pressed into his left, cheek squished into his coat. Marcus snoring away on his right shoulder.

Tommy quietly read to the little girl. A perfect scene you felt perhaps you shouldn’t have been able to see. Since, at that present moment, you should have been fixing the tea and biscuits. However, you were grateful at the lovely simple sight. Certain that one day, that proud Blinder would be a rather proud father and his wife would surely be lucky to have him.

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kingyoongitrash · 7 years

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Chocolate cake - Yoo Kihyun

A / N : I’ve only ever found a handful of Kihyun smuts soooo I thought to myself why not write one, I hope you guys like it and if you do please let me know because I have an idea for another one in mind 🖤 or I could make a part two for this either way let me know. S Y N O P S I S : You and Kihyun grew closer together after your boyfriend cheated on you, but you never entirely considered him your friend. G E N R E / W A R N I N G S : Smut + Fluff + slightly dom Kihyun W O R D C O U N T : 5.8k

P A I R I N G : Kihyun x Reader ____________________________ It was normal wasn’t it? Feeling this anxious after seeing your ex?

You thought as you sat on the toilet fidgeting with the sleeves of your sweater. There was a soft knock on the door and silence on your end.

“Y/N?” you heard the voice call out from the other side after you never responded, the doorknob moving in a failed attempt to open the door since it was locked from the inside.

You stood up and quickly pulled your hair out of your face flushing the toilet pretending you were just doing your business before opening the door.

“Geez can’t I have 3 seconds to do my business?” you said trying to brush off the past 5 minutes you’d been locked up in the small room and letting out a forced chuckle.

Kihyun gave you the look slightly pursing his lips. He knew all too well to see right through you.

It was evident seeing HIM who shall not be named still affected you.

“Y/N” he said with an ‘I know why you were really in there’ undertone.

“What?” you said playing dumb still pretending there was nothing going on.

“I’m not dumb”

“I never said you were”

“Just admit you were in there because Ge-” he said as you quickly jumped to press your finger against his lips.

“You shut up alright” you barked out which was enough confirmation for Kihyun to know he was right all along.

“Fine yes! I’m still not over him and I’m fuming over the fact one of you idiots invited us to the same place and he’s here with blonde Barbie girl” you said out in frustration “and I’m just…” you said looking down at the floor before feeling Kihyun’s hands right under your jaw cupping your face and forcing you to look at him.

“You’re cute when you’re angry” he teased and you pushed his arms off as you snorted.

You’d met Kihyun a few years ago in your art class, you’d always pick fights with him in the middle of the class over stupid things which was how his friend Gerald aka your ex noticed you. He’d then join in with you and mock Kihyun as well or nag him for picking fights with the pretty girl.

After he cheated on you, you somehow found yourself growing closer to Kihyun, after all he was the one who found you a crying mess sitting right outside of his apartment building in the rain.

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“Y/N?” he asked holding an umbrella kneeling down trying to get a better look at the stranger crying outside of his friend’s apartment complex.

You shot your head up ready to start yelling at your cheating boyfriend but instead met eyes with the pink haired boy before you.

“Ki-kihyun?” you half snorted trying to wipe your nose with your damp sweater.

“What are you doing out here… like…. this?” he asked getting a hold of your arm and helping you up.

“I….” You said as he stared at you trying to find an answer, his eyes filled with concern.

The words couldn’t even leave your mouth, still overthinking the last few minutes, how you walked into his apartment only to find the one person you thought you loved in bed with his super model “friend”.

You simply broke down into tears again before two arms wrapped around you and you were pulled into an embrace, no questions, no words, you both just stood there for a while, it was nice just not being alone, even if Kihyun was the last person you’d expect to be there to comfort you. A few seconds later you slightly pulled away and Kihyun loosened his grip around you.

There was a long pause between the both of you, most likely because neither knew what to say next.

“There’s a coffee shop down the street from my apartment, whenever I feel like shit I go there and order the biggest piece of chocolate cake I can get” he said and you let a soft laugh smiling at the floor.

“That’s all I can offer to you right now” he said and you nodded.

“Come on” he said dragging you by the arm under his umbrella on the sidewalk.

The both of you walked for what seemed like 5 blocks in the pouring rain, he dragged you by his side and soon enough the both of you were running in the rain laughing at nothing trying to get to the coffee shop as soon as possible to avoid even getting any wetter, which was nearly useless since the both of you were halfway drenched even with the umbrella over your heads.

Once you got to the shop Kihyun had previously mentioned he held the door open so you could walk inside, as you walked towards the counter you spotted the long fridge with pastries inside being exhibited in doilies and glass trays.

Kihyun was looking up at the menu as you spotted the round three-layer chocolate cake inside the fridge, that should be the cake he was talking about. The large slices were already precut and you could only wonder if the skinny boy before you could even finish it by himself when he’d been there before.

You heard him order but didn’t look away from the cake still debating whether if you should get it or not, even though you weren’t much of a sweet tooth at this point you felt like bawling your eyes out and eating an entire tub of ice cream and boy, that cake didn’t seem like a bad idea at all. Or so your inner voice with no self control told you.

“Are you going to order anything?” You heard Kihyun ask snapping you out of your thought trance,you turned to look at him before slowly pointing at the cake before you. As you walked up to him right in front of the cashier you took out your walled and pulled out some of the crumpled up dollar bills inside.

You heard the cashier say the total and as you extended your hand with cash she was already swiping a card on the register. You took a few seconds to register what had happened and you slightly turned to look at Kihyun with the cash in your hand motioning him to take it.

“It’s fine, I offered to bring you here, it would be rude if I let you pay” he said before making his way over to a table. You blinked twice not being used to this sort of treatment and followed him to your table.

The barista soon enough came out of the kitchen and placed the plate with the huge chocolate slice in front of you two as well as the coffee pot and two mugs on a small round plate for each.

Kihyun didn’t hesitate before picking up the fork and digging into the huge slice. You on the other hand ended up picking up the fork from your side of the table and poking around the cake, neither of you said a word since Kihyun was too busy eating and you were just picking around your side of the plate thinking about everything.

“You want to talk about it?” he finally said breaking the silence between you two. You shook your head and he got the hint and continued eating.

“it’s just” you said dropping the fork and letting out a sigh, his eyes moving away from the plate to you once more. “That fucking idiot” you said finally letting out what you’d been holding in for the past hour. “I was always there, I.. I… how dare he lie to my face and cheat on me!” you finally started venting out the sadness turning into anger in a matter of seconds. “Even after I walked in on him he says ‘I can explain’” You said out in frustration and he raised his brows, what Kihyun had thought was only a dumb argument turned out to be more than that. You looked up to find Kihyun that was at a loss for words, again.

“I’m sorry this must be terribly awkward for you” You said propping your elbow on the table and resting your hand on your palm.

“No it’s.. fine” he said and you both were quiet again.

“What were you doing there anyway” you asked trying to change the subject, after all he was friends with your now ex.

“I was actually there to deliver this to him” he said pulling out a yellow package from his coat, you nodded and looked down again at the table. Why were you even venting out to his friend? Especially the one you’d always bicker with. After neither Sabrina, Bree or Krista picked up it seemed the best option since you didn’t really want to be alone.

“Well you know you’d feel better if you actually dug into the cake” he said “when my ex girlfriend cheated on me I spent most of my evenings here, trust me I’m an expert” he said and you looked up to see him giving you a soft smile.

Well at least he understood what it was like.

You took the fork once more this time actually digging into the cake itself. You weren’t sure after a few minutes if you were the one who ate the most of it but in all honesty you stopped caring as you binge ate the cake trying to bury your feelings in it.

You and Kihyun ended up talking about just random things and it was sort of comforting to just be able to talk about nothing without being bombarded with questions or having your friends get angry and plan out how they’d kill your boyfriend for what he did.

After a few hours the rain stopped and the both of you left the coffee shop, even though Kihyun’s apartment was just across the street he offered to walk you back to your place since it was already late.

Once you reached your apartment door you took your keychain from your purse and fumbled with the keys trying to find the correct key that opened your door.

“Thanks for… whatever that was” you said as you opened the door.

“It’s no problem” he said sticking his hands inside the pockets on his coat. You hesitated before you pulled him in for a hug, he was sort of taken aback by your action and took a few seconds to hug you back, you squeezed a bit tighter before pulling away but he kept his hands on your sides, your arms were still hanging from his shoulders on each side and you just stared into his dark chocolate eyes. His face being only inches away from yours you could feel his hot breath.

“I…. I should get going it’s late” he said letting go of you and you did the same nodding.

“Yeah” you said softly.

“Night” he said before turning around.

“Night” you said back as he disappeared into the hallway.

The next morning you woke up remembering everything about the previous night in a flash, you pulled your pillow up to your face and let out a groan.

“Why am I still here” you said patting your bed trying to find your phone.

12 missed calls from Gerald.

Great.

You scrolled down your notifications to find messages from your friends, you didn’t really feel like explaining to them anything anymore or even talking to anyone, you just wanted to ignore the entire situation and slowly rot in your room. Scrolling down you saw a notification you really didn’t expect to see there.

Yoo Kihyun: did the cake help at all? I usually get a guilt trip the next morning

You let out a soft laugh opening the message

Y/N: Could use like 20 more slices right now

Kihyun didn’t seem to ask many questions, and whenever no one talked it didn’t feel awkward, as weeks passed you both grew closer finding yourselves at that same coffee shop just complaining about your lives sharing a slice of cake, occasionally switching up the flavor but usually it was the three layer chocolate one, there was still the constant bickering you two were used to but now you hung out intentionally. Because of Kihyun, Changkyun and Wonho you knew Gerald had been going around with girls, he tried begging a few days but eventually stopped. You never heard from him again after that week, personally at least.

You’d sometimes hear some of the boys talk about him, curiosity would get the best of you and you’d go straight to Kihyun to ask him what they were talking about, always being able to drag out every bit of information you could out of him, and as much as you tried to pretend you were over it or that you didn’t care you failed every time. So Kihyun knew that even though it had been 8 months, you still weren’t over it. So standing outside of the bathroom in Jooheon’s apartment trying to lie your way out of it, especially with Kihyun was useless.

“Why don’t you just give him a piece of his own cake” he said as you still pulled at your sleeves out of nervousness.

“What do you mean give him a piece of his own cake?”

“Well that, he’s always here with new girls you do the same” he said and you rolled your eyes.

“Yes wow thanks never thought of that” you said sarcastically

“Y/N you can literally ask Hyungwon and he’ll play along”

“We don’t even talk that much let alone pretend we’ve got something going on” You said walking past Kihyun and into the living room. When you walked back into the room Jooheon and Hyungwon quickly looked in your direction as you stood there.

Don’t look to your left don’t look to your left.

You thought before turning your head and meeting eyes with your ex boyfriend.

“Hey Y/N it’s been a while” he said as you forced a smile trying to ignore the blonde on his lap.

“Yeah” you said as you were about to make your way over to Hyungwon’s side of the couch to do what Kihyun had told you.

“You all must be starving I’m so sorry” Kihyun said walking in stopping right beside you.

“Sorry I took so long” he said giving you a smile and snaking his hand around your waist before pulling you against him and giving you a peck on the lips.

Surprised by his sudden action you found yourself looking at everyone and exchanging looks with Hyungwon, he was giving you a confused look too until he figured out what Kihyun was doing and they smirked at each other.

“So, we are leaving right?” Jooheon said clearing his throat.

“Yeah yeah, Tiffany suggested we go to that Japanese restaurant they just opened up near my apartment” he said.

Tiffany, you mocked inside of your head eyeing down the blonde.

“Yeah sounds good, who’s driving?” Kihyun said still gripping your waist.

“I am” Hyungwon said standing up and walking over to the slim table next to the entrance taking the car keys. Stiff in Kihyun’s touch you moved with him and followed after everyone as they exited Jooheon’s apartment.

“Can you at least act more natural” he said hanging his arm over your shoulder.

“What the hell are you doing?” you half whispered.

“What you weren’t going to do” he said and as annoyed as you wanted to be at him you lowkey knew you’d wanted to do this to Gerald ever since you heard about him going out with multiple girls and you stayed at home doing nothing.

Plus what was so wrong, after all it was just a show.

Right?

Kihyun was just his normal self all night, even though he was acting extra clingy around you and giving you pet names, which honestly should have made you cringe but you didn’t mind. Honestly it wasn’t all different from when you went out with the boys except Gerald started gradually getting pissed about Kihyun being all over you.

At first it was as if he didn’t care nor mind Kihyun and you, but his cool facade soon started fading as he was making his jealousy evident by the second, Tiffany didn’t seem to pick up on her date’s behavior, shocker she wasn’t that bright, Jooheon was just sitting there wishing the earth would swallow him fidgeting with his fork that you kept thinking he was about to bend every 2 seconds and Hyungwon was enjoying and juicing every bit of drama that was slowly escalating.

“I need to go to the restroom” you said sliding off the booth as the waitress took away the check. You went into the restroom and simply washed your hands running them through your hair instead of blow drying them when you were done.

You were getting what you wanted, he was jealous, yet why didn’t you feel at peace? You stood there looking at yourself in the mirror still feeling that bittersweetness in you trying to figure out what it was.

It wasn’t about Gerald anymore. You hated the fact that deep down it was about Kihyun, the way he’d been acting only frustrated you because it was just… pretend. He was your friend and that was that, and all the thoughts slash feelings you’d been trying to bury up for months after the two of you started growing closer to each other just hit you like a bus and you were dreading it.

You opened the door only to be greeted by a tall towering figure.

“Can we talk?” Gerald said and you stood there speechless. “We never really talked about things“ he complemented.

You opened your mouth but no words came out. Your mind soon going into overdrive about what you should say.

“What’s going on?” Kihyun said walking into the short hallway where the door to the kitchen and restrooms was.

“Nothing” Gerald said eyeing you and then Kihyun.

“Well, we’re leaving” he said pulling at your arm. You looked up at a severely annoyed Gerald and finally spoke up.

“Yeah I… we were done here anyway” you said before taking Kihyun’s arm and walking back into the restaurant itself.

“You mind if we walk back to my apartment?” you said as he took your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours, you both knew Gerald was trailing right behind you.

“Not at all” he said before catching up to Hyungwon whom was standing in the lobby impatiently waiting for everyone.

“We’ll walk back” Kihyun said and the bored Hyungwon sitting there next to Tiffany nodded and shooed Kihyun away. When you walked out of the restaurant Kihyun didn’t let go of your hand even though the both of you didn’t need to keep pretending.

You were quiet the entire walk back but as usual, it didn’t feel out of place or awkward. Once inside your building he let go of your hand so you could fetch your keys and open your door.

“Yeah well… thanks for… you know” you said holding your door with one hand and leaning against the frame.

“Anytime” he said as you let go of the door and stepped out again to give him a hug before he left. As you pulled away slowly both of your arms lingered there for a few seconds. His dark chocolate eyes staring right at you and once more you had him only inches away from you, it was always like this, you knew he’d say something along the lines of ‘I gotta go’ and let go of you after a few seconds.

The seconds started feeling longer as they passed by and Kihyun didn’t budge, you hesitated on whether or not you should be the one who completely pulled away this time but didn’t move either. Kihyun leaned in slightly and stopped right when his lips brushed against yours, both of your warm breaths mixing in you could smell the cologne on him and you were sure he could smell your coconut mist as well.

Since you didn’t pull away or move he took this as a signal to fully press his lips against yours tightening his grip around you as you did the same with your arms around his neck. His soft rosy lips on yours was something you’d thought about for months now but never really acted upon the thoughts, never in a million years did you think it would actually happen you were just friends. Or so you tried to tell yourself every time you ended up thinking about Kihyun in any other way. He tilted his head to the side getting better access to your lips and kept one hand on your lower back as the other one slid up your side.

You brought your hands up to his hair and ran your fingers through his recently dyed dark brown almost black hair. The slight worry of someone passing by and catching a glimpse of the both of you making out in front of your apartment door only fed your excitement. Kihyun brought his hand up to your neck and his soft passionate kisses were starting to get more eager.

Whatever self control you had in you went out the window as you stumbled backwards pulling him into your apartment, you knew what would happen once that door closed. He closed the door behind him still kissing you, his kisses now filled with lust and his hands touching and feeling everywhere they could now that you were alone.

He pressed you up against the door and slid his tongue into your mouth running his hands down your thighs to lift you off the ground, you wrapped your legs around him supporting yourself between him and the door. Your hands almost knowingly tugged at his jacket and fumbled with the fabric trying to get it off of him, keeping you pressed against the door he took one of his hands from under your thigh and started taking off his jacket before doing the same with his other arm throwing it on the floor next to where you were.

He bit down and tugged on your swollen lip and you let out a soft moan, Kihyun then pressed you harder against the door and you could feel the hardness in his pants against your thigh.

You felt his free hand slide under your shirt as he pressed his lips down your jawline and spread kisses all the way down to your neck before sucking on the bare skin right above your collarbone.

“You know” he breathed out letting your thigh go and you brought your legs down to stand again. “Every single time you talked about that idiot” he half whispered kissing on your neck again. Your head rolled back exposing the fair skin he would most likely mark within seconds.

“it just made me boil on the inside” he said intertwining his fingers on the hair on your nape and slightly pulling at it which made you gasp softly. “and the fact that you still cared about him” he said sliding his fingers into your pants. “even when he didn’t appreciate you” he said grazing his fingertips over your wet core. Your heavy breath grew along with the desperation to just feel him all over you. You squirmed under his touch before he pulled his hand out and you tried to hold yourself up.

“Kihyun” you moaned out softly as whatever sanity you had in you left.

“What’s wrong babe?” He teased brushing his lips against your neck.

“Please” you begged in a breathy voice wanting to feel his fingers back on you.

“Please what?” he said sliding his leg between yours pressing against your wetness, the friction giving you some sort of relief. You opened your eyes to meet Kihyun’s again.

“Take me, now” you said and he smashed his lips harshly against yours pulling you closer to him and moving away from the entrance to what you assumed would be your bedroom. Once inside your room you were still all over eachother, you slammed the door closing it before attacking his lips once more and both of your hands roaming eachother pulling at whatever clothing was left desperately trying to get rid of it. Your hand found its way down to his pants and you ran it along his bulge pressing your palm against it. He let out a moan which you didn’t anticipate and the sounds coming from him had you smiling against his lips.

The back of Kihyun’s knee hit the edge of your bed and he pulled you down with him onto the bed. You straddled him and kissed all over his neck biting down and sucking on some parts giving Kihyun exactly what he’d given you just a few moments ago. You started grinding your hips down against his and he brought his hands up to your shirt to finally pull it off your body. He shut his eyes and rolled his head back letting out a moan, feeling some sort of relief from you grinding onto him. You slowed your pace teasing him and soon enough his eyes sprung open and he let out a groan in frustration.

He grabbed your wrists and pushed you off him flipping you over so he was on top of you now.

“Don’t try me” he warned pinning your hands above of your head before he trailed his hands down your arms and torso running them over your breasts which were still covered by your bra. His hands wandered over them and you arched your back so he could get your bra completely off you, he slid his hand under you unclasping the back and pulling it off you before guiding his mouth down to one of your nipples and his hand to the other one, slightly stroking with his hand and sucking on the other one, your hands somehow kept finding their way to his now messy hair, he nipped at your hard nub and you gasped at the feeling pulling harder at his hair. You felt him smile against your skin before he pulled away and started fumbling with the button of your jeans, successfully pulling them off a few seconds later along with your panties leaving you completely bare under him.

“Who knew I could make you this wet” he cockily remarked running his finger down your slit teasing you. It had been months, almost a year since you’d been with someone, the last person being your ex and Kihyun slowly finding every button of yours and pushing you all over the edge had you going crazy. You hated that he was making you needy.

You wanted him, you needed him.

“What should I do about you?” he said pressing his fingers against your clit watching you squirm under him because of the sudden contact. He started working his fingers in circular motions giving your core the burning attention it needed, you let out a breathy moan before rolling your head back against the pillows arching your back and closing your eyes grasping the sheets underneath you.

You felt two fingers slide into you before his warm tongue replaced his fingers on your clit, his free hand on your thigh spreading your legs wider as he used his other hand to pump his fingers in and out of you.

Alternating between tugging at the sheets on your mattress and his hair you started to feel your climax build up in your stomach, moaning out Kihyun’s name and a series of curses as you rocked your hips against him trying to increase the pleasure you knew you were right on the edge and about to come, you were feeling everything building up inside you as Kihyun worked his tongue all over you and just like that the sensation went away abrubtly.

Your eyes sprung open as you tried to figure out the reason for the sudden stop and you met eyes with Kihyun, who gave you a smirk.

“I told you not to try me” he said hovering over you and you let out a groan.

“You dick” you said pushing him off you annoyed by his action, he was now on his back propping himself up with his elbows and you were quick to move to his belt and start to take it off as well as undoing his pants.

He let out a soft laugh and didn’t stop grinning watching you fumble with his remaining clothes.

Oh he’ll see.

You finally managed to take off his pants leaving him in his underwear, you placed your hand over his groin running your fingers over his still clothed member. His breath grew heavier at the contact but it wasn’t until you applied pressure and stroked harder that he actually let out a moan.

“Y/N” he panted out as you ran your hands on his abdomen all the way down and hooked your fingers on the waistband on his underwear pulling it down. His hard member now exposed to you, you took it in your hand and wrapped your fingers around it slowly rubbing your thumb over the tip and he threw his head back breathing out heavily trying to hold in his moans. After a few seconds of rubbing around the precome on his tip you actually started moving your hand up and down his shaft. Still with his head rolled back you could see his chest rising and falling quickly. You lowered yourself still pumping your hand gradually increasing your speed as you brought yourself up to his member. Your hand slowed down and stopped at the base of his length as you took him in your mouth. Kihyun bucked his hips at the feeling pushing his member deeper into your mouth, it was only a matter of seconds before he collapsed onto the matress letting out a moan as you bobbed your head up and down. He brought his hands up to your hair carefully intertwining his fingers on your locks and pushing them out of the way. You knew you’d hit a spot when he’d tug lightly at your hair, the sweet echoing of his moaning indicating when it was time for you to increase your speed or suck a little harder, his fingers pulling at your hair and his nails digging into your scalp also letting you know you were working him just the right way.

Just as you were pushing him over the edge and had him under you a moaning mess saying out your name bucking his hips each time harder onto you, you gave him one last painfully slow suck before removing yourself from him and he shot up in frustration.

“You shouldn’t try me either” you mocked and he got up taking you by the shoulders and pinning you down on the bed. You gasped at his sudden outburst and the once cute, sweet and loving Kihyun you knew was buried deep down the lust filled man in front of you who you wanted to go feral on you.

“I’ll teach you a lesson” he said harshly pressing his lips onto you once more before climbed out of the bed picking up his pants from the floor and you assumed he was looking for a condom. Once he found the small package he ripped it open and placed it on himself before climbing on top of you to continue where he’d left off.

As you were anxiously waiting to see if he said something he didn’t even give you time to anticipate what was going to happen before he completely thrusted his length into you. You let out a cry in pleasure as he started pumping into you. You had your arms around his back and soon dug your nails on the skin which would most likely leave red marks all over.

“Kihyun” you said out loud and he started to slow his pace again.

“What is it princess?” he said running his hand down your thigh which you had just wrapped around his waist.

“Please” you were starting to beg, which was something you’d never admit to doing. Kihyun loving every second of being now the one in control of you came down to give you small kisses all over your neck still pumping in and out of you but not at the pace you wanted him to.

“Faster” you managed to breathe out as your frustration and need for more was becoming unbearable by the second.

“Faster what?” he said detaching his lips from your neck and looking you whom seemed to be having trouble keeping your eyes open.

“Just fuck me harder” you finally spat out.

“I don’t know if I should” he continued teasing.

“Please” you managed to breathe out as he thrusted harder into you and you finally moaned out louder feeling some sort of relief that you were getting exactly what you were waiting for. He whined over you at the feeling of your insides clenching against him.

He started going at a faster pace once again smashing his lips against yours, sloppy kisses and muffled moans was all you were getting from Kihyun. That same sensation in your stomach started coming back indicating you were close to your own high.

His thrust started becoming sloppier so you assumed he was close as well, it only took him a few more thrusts before you finally reached your climax choking out his name trying to hold yourself together as he didn’t stop. One, two, three more thrusts was all it took for him after having you shaking underneath him and wrapping around him thanks to your own orgasm.

He finally reached his own high letting out a louder moan that came out a few pitches higher than his last ones. He sunk his head right next to yours above your shoulder trying to gain composure and you brought your hands up to the back of his neck and ran your fingers through his now dark dyed locks that were once pink months ago. When he could finally regain some composure, he brought his head up to look at you before pressing a soft kiss on your forehead and throwing himself beside you.

You rolled over to your side to see him on your bed with his eyes closed trying to regain his breath, his hair falling softly on his forehead that had a few sweat drops dripping. He turned his head and slowly opened his eyes meeting yours, he ran his fingers through your somewhat tangled messy hair pushing it out of the way. You pulled yourself closer to him wrapping your arm around him and resting your head on his chest.

He still kept his hand in your hair petting and running his fingers softly through it as you closed your eyes and waited to slowly doze off in his arms.

Who knew it’d be this nice.

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Coming Out: A Southern Gay Fairytale

Here’s the beginning of my newest book!

Garrett is from a wealthy family in the deep south and at the age of 32 his family is pressuring him to find a woman from an upstanding family to fall in love with and marry. They don’t know that he is happily in love-but it’s not with a woman. It’s with the son of one of his father’s business partners! With his upcoming partnership at his Dad’s lawfirm, pressure on him to become a family man is growing. To buy himself some time, he convinces his best friend Stacy to pose as his fiance. Before he knows it, his parents have announced the engagement to the world and Garrett and Stacy are on the fast track of becoming southern society’s newest happily married couple. Can Garrett find the courage to tell his family that he is gay before the situation blows up in his face?

“Mom, I need to tell you something.” I had said to my mom a few minutes before, bringing her attention away from the pot of spaghetti she was stirring and onto my obviously nervous face.

‘What is it, sweetie?” She asked, turning back to the spaghetti and placing a spoon in the sauce to test it. “I need more garlic.”

I could smell that she had already used plenty of it, and I started to tell her that, but stopped myself. I wanted to keep her in a good mood and besides, who was I to come in between a woman and her garlic?

“Mom?” I asked, “Can we go sit down? I really need to say this face to face to you.”

Mom turned around, a look of concern on her face. She glanced over at my dad, who had put his newspaper down and was looking at me with concern. “Go.” He said, “I’ll watch the spaghetti.”

“Don’t burn it!” She warned.

“I won’t dear.” He sighed, standing up, adjusting his thick framed glasses as he did so.

“I mean it, Jay. It’s almost done, if you let it go too long it will burn.” She stated, giving him a look that said she did not trust him not to burn the spaghetti.

He let out an annoyed puff of air. “Would you just go talk to your daughter?”

And so there we were, sitting across from each other in the living room. I was perched on the edge of that horrible, stiff floral loveseat that my mom for some reason loved and refused to throw away. She was across from me, in dad’s leather reading chair.

“Well, Stacy. What is it?” She asked, reaching up to tug at her pearl earrings. It was a nervous habit, and she only did it when she thought she was about to receive bad news.

I cleared my throat and looked at her, trying to find the words. I sighed and looked away. I knew it had to be done. I was nearly a woman now and it was time to stop lying to myself and my family. I wanted them to know before I went 2000 miles away to college and maybe too much time would go by and it would be too late. I had to tell them.

I had to let them know that I was gay.

I don’t know when I figured it out, really. I mean, I kind of always knew. When I was little, my girl dolls kissed other girl dolls and the boy dolls were their best gay friend or protective older brother. When I was in middle school, I was crushing on a female pop singer while my friends all drooled over boy band members. Freshman year, I had my first kiss on a dare with Lisa Bennington. I liked it way more than she did, even though I laughed it off and pretended that I too, thought it had been gross.

It had certainly not been gross. Her lips had felt so soft and they tasted like her bubble gum lipgloss.

I thought about that kiss over and over again and kept replaying it in my mind for months afterward.

And now, there I sat, trying to figure out how to tell my mom, that I like to kiss girls in the way that most girls like to kiss boys.

I rubbed my forehead and sighed as she looked at me expectantly. I was so sacred and I wasn’t even sure why. I mean yeah, my parents were strict- 10 pm curfews, no boys at parties; that kind of thing. They were also kind of uptight-mom never laughed at any sexual humor and only rolled her eyes if there was a love scene on tv and Dad was only concerned about humor or romance if it happened in the book of a 19th century author. In fact, I had never seen them do more than hold hands or give each other a peck on the cheek in all my 17 years of living. But at the same time, they weren’t completely prudish; my dad even had a tattoo. And I knew that they were accepting of LGBT lifestyles, I mean, both of them voted for same-sex marriage and scoffed at the anti-trans bathroom laws.

But this was different. This was their daughter. It’s easy to support same-sex relationships until one affects you personally.

I shook my head and breathed in deeply. Time to just say it.

“Mom.” She jerked her head up from staring at a piece of lace she was picking at on the coffee table doily. “I’m a lesbian.”

Her eyes grew big and her mouth dropped open. ‘I…I’m sorry. What did you say?”

My heart began to speed up. “I said, I’m a lesbian.”

Her face broke into a huge smile. “Oh! Thank God!”

This time it was my turn to look confused. “I…what?”

“Oh! Jay! Jay get in here!” She called out to him, jumping up excitedly. My dad came running into the room, looking worried. “Oh Jay! She’s gay! No more worrying about unplanned pregnancy! She’s gay!”

My dad’s face changed to reflect pure joy. ‘Oh! Just like we always wanted.” He looked over at me. ‘That’s awesome sweetie.”

My mom ran over and wrapped me into a tight hug. “I’m so glad you told us.”

When she said that, I burst into tears. I felt so many emotions pouring out; relief, happiness, excitement. “Thank you so much mom. Really. I love you.” I looked over mom’s shoulder. “I love you too, Dad.”

Dad smiled. “And I love you, honey.” He walked over towards us and wrapped his arms around us. “Well, I burned the spaghetti. Shall we go get Chinese?”

“And that was it. That’s how I came out to my parents.” Stacy smiled over a cup of coffee to her friend Garett, adjusting her purple scarf. It was a little warm in the coffee shop but she loved the way the scarf made her green eyes pop, so she had left it on.

He shook his head of perfectly styled blonde hair. “That’s it? No questions or anger or anything? They just hugged you and took you for Chinese?”

“And thanked me for not having an unplanned teenage pregnancy.” She reminded him, grinning.

He gave her a look of mocked scorn and squinted his bright blue eyes. “I hate you and your whole fucking weirdly-lgbt-approving-perfect-squeaky-clean-1950s-sitcom-family.” He took a sip of coffee then added as an afterthought, “you bitch.” His deep south accent curled out as he said it.

She laughed. “So then, I’ll tell Mom you won’t be joining us for dinner on Friday?”

“What?” He said, raising his eyebrows. “Are you kidding me? Your mom makes the best poached salmon I’ve ever eaten in my life. I’ll be there.”

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