#what am i going to eat for dinner tonight or literally every other night
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I just found out my favorite Thai place that I have eaten at dozens if not hundreds of times in the past 8 years closed permanently last week with no warning and I’m actually crying
#i have other thai places i like but.....#their chive dumplings#their pad kee mao#their larb#;___;#what am i going to eat for dinner tonight or literally every other night
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The Blind Date? (Part 3 of 4)
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 4 (in progress)
Pairing: Loki x female reader
Warnings: fighting, arguing, threatening language, brief use of a gun, mentions of dried blood, getting kidnapped... twice?, hangry, mild swearing... no fluff yet but I swear it is coming in the fourth part and it will be worth it
Summary: Your friend sets you up on a blind date with someone she works with at SHIELD but you accidentally end up on a mission with Loki. Your date comes to an abrupt end when you realize Loki isn't the one Michelle meant to set you up with and his mission puts you both in danger.
@michelleleewise thank you so so so much for reading every single part of this in random pieces and completely out of order over the last few days lol I really appreciate all of your help and letting me bounce ideas off of you!!
Dividers by: @harlequin-hangout
(Y/N POV)
"What... what do you mean 'who's Michelle?' You definitely know her. She has purple hair and works with you at SHIELD," you explain and he shrugs. "She's the one who set us up tonight... You talked to her the other day and she said you were looking forward to going on a blind date with me?"
He shakes his head and leans back in his chair, "No offense to you, of course but I would never agree to go on a blind date. Thor has tried many times to set me up, here and on Asgard but I have never needed anyone's assistance acquiring a date."
"You're literally on a blind date right now," you say, gesturing between the two of you.
"I am not-" he starts but his words die out and his expression suddenly changes, as if he's remembered something.
"Look, if you've changed your mind about this that's fine, Loki. I can just leave," you say loudly. Your outburst draws the attention of the people at the next table and you notice how Loki seems worried they are listening. You groan in frustration then snap at him, "And next time you're on a date with someone, try not to spend the whole night looking over at the beautiful women at the next table."
"Please, keep your voice down," he says in a hushed tone. "Come outside with me and we can talk. I will explain but you need to calm down," he urges as he stands up and tries to take your hand.
"I am calm and I'm not going anywhere with you. I'm going home," you tell him, you stand up as well and pull your hand free from his.
You look just beyond Loki and see the men and women at the table nearest you leaving quickly. The older man is left alone at the table but only for a moment as he waves over three men who had been standing in various corners of the restaurant. He whispers something to the large men and points towards you and Loki.
"Great," you mumble at Loki, "Now we're going to get banned from here and I didn't even get to eat dinner."
"We will be lucky if that is all that happens," he says quietly.
"What are you talking about?" you demand but he doesn't answer. He turns slightly and takes something out of his pocket, placing it in his ear. "What the hell-"
"Be quiet," he says to you in a harsh tone. The three men approach your table and the older man disappears into the kitchen. Loki faces the men, putting himself between you and them and smiles apologetically. "I'm sorry for the disturbance," he offers, "My girlfriend and I were having a bit of a lovers quarrel but it's been settled and we were just leaving." He takes your hand and this time you don't pull away as he tries to guide you from the table.
"We have a private room in the back where you and your lady can sort out your... issues," one of the men says in a gravely voice.
"That won't be necessary," he replies and you squeeze his hand tightly. "She was right and I was wrong, which is usually the case as I'm sure you all know."
One of the men grabs your wrist and tries to pull you from Loki, "I'm going to have to insist you join us in the back room, Loki."
Your heart begins to pound faster as you look to the God of Mischief for help but instead he calmly asks, "Loki? Why on Earth would you call me that?"
"That's what she keeps calling you, isn't it?" the man who is holding your arm answers.
"Oh, that's just a pet name she has for me, I will admit it's a bit odd. I would tell you the story of why but... well it's very long and not entirely appropriate," he says with a wink.
"Is that true?" the man asks you and you nod quickly. "In that case, I think you should tell us the story behind the nickname. We're all curious, aren't we?" he says as he looks at the other two men. "Come now," he pulls on your arm again, "You can tell us everything in the back." As he starts to move you towards the kitchen, his jacket opens slightly and you catch a glimpse of a gun in a holster at his side.
"Loki?" you ask in a terrified whisper.
Loki's attention shifts from the three men to you and suddenly his appearance changes. Standing in front of you is a man you vaguely remember seeing by the bar earlier. "What the fuck-" one of the men can barely ask before his appearance shifts again and the waiter who spilled the water is holding your hand. Just as quickly, he becomes Loki again and the man holding you reaches into his jacket with his free hand.
"There's no need for that," Loki says calmly. He looks over at you and says, "We will go with you," and you nod slightly, not knowing what else to do. The other two men each grab one of his arms and you are both pushed towards the kitchen.
"Stay calm," Loki whispers to you as they open the doors to the kitchen, but that was easier said than done.
(LOKI POV)
"You've got to be kidding me, Laufeyson," Stark says loudly in your ear. "You're going to get this woman killed. You need to get the hell out of there now, before this gets any worse... if that's even possible."
"And remember, you can't just kill everyone," Rogers adds and you force yourself not to roll your eyes. "That place is full of innocent civilians and we still need to keep as much of the recon mission intact as possible or this will all have been for nothing."
The cooks and waiters in the kitchen expertly avoid eye contact with you and Y/N as you are lead through the room towards the metal doors. "These two were planning to dine and dash so we're taking them to see the boss," one of the men explains but no one acknowledges him. You imagine this isn't the first time the employees have witnessed people being dragged into the back rooms. You briefly wonder if any of those people had been able to talk their way out of leaving through the front door.
You can tell Y/N is scared and confused but you force down the growing feeling of guilt, you need to keep a level head to get the two of you out of this. You don't resist as the two enforcers push you through the metal door on the left, into the halfway you were in earlier. "This way," the man holding onto Y/N's arm grunts as he pulls her down the hall.
You hear Rogers say, "This isn't good." You grind your teeth to keep from asking if anything about your current situation was good.
He stops to unlock the door on the other side of the hall from the office. You remember seeing it on the floor plan and it was a room you had no desire to go into. Y/N tries to struggle as she is dragged into the room first and you are brought in only a few steps behind. The room is empty except for four large meat hooks which hang from the ceiling. Tattered rope hangs on the end of one of the hooks from the last individual who offended the mob. Trails of dried blood have seeped into the concrete, leading to a rusted metal drain in the center of the floor.
"If you're going to do something, I suggest doing it now, Laufeyson," Stark urges and for once you agree with him.
With the door still open, you easily pull your arms free from the two enforcers who had been holding you. Before they can react, you wave your arm towards both of them, slamming them into the blood stained tile wall with a green flash. They hit the floor hard, one unconscious and one groaning in pain as he tries to stand up. Without waiting for him to get to his feet, you wave your hand downwards and with another green flash his head hits the ground with a thud.
You turn your attention to Y/N and the man holding her, walking slowly towards them. He tightens his grip on her arm and pulls her in front of him as a shield. He takes out his gun and points it at you over her shoulder, his hand shaking. With a flick of your wrist, you let out a green flash which pulls the gun from his hand, sending it sliding across the floor.
"Let go of her," you order him and to your surprise, he does.
He quickly releases Y/N and steps to the side of her, his arms raised slightly in surrender as he backs away from you. Not willing to risk being followed, you wave your arm wide and he hits the tile wall hard, shattering a few.
You reach for Y/N and ask her, "Are you alright?"
She looks at you in stunned silence for a moment than suddenly, she raises both hands to your chest and tries to shove you but you don't move. She yells, "No! No, I am not alright! What the hell is going on?"
You take a lose hold of her wrists and lower her hands gently. "I told you, I will explain but we need to leave," you tell her. She looks towards the open door and then back at the three unconscious men. "Unless you would like to stay and see how long it takes them to wake up," you say when she doesn't move.
"Ready to go when you are," she responds and you nod.
You take her hand, keeping her close to you as you leave the room. You wave your free hand towards the door to the office and a green glow surrounds it momentarily. She looks at you questioningly and you answer, "Just making sure it's locked."
"Here, this door leads to a back alley," you tell her as you use your magic to disable the alarm attached to it. "Captain Rogers will meet us a few blocks away and bring us back to the Tower," you say once you are finally outside.
"I'm going to need that," you hear from the front seat and look up before you can even unlock your phone.
(Y/N POV)
Three blocks away from the restaurant, you and Loki finally slow down just as a black van pulls up next to you. The side door slides open and Loki tells you to get in. You do without question and he follows you, pulling the door shut as the van takes off. You take a few slow, deep breaths and sit back in your seat as the van makes a turn.
"Can you drop me off at the subway station coming up?" you ask and Captain Rogers turns around from the front passenger seat.
"Sorry Y/N," he says. "That won't be possible."
"What- how do you know my name?" you ask and Loki turns from you, looking out the window.
"We were listening," Tony Stark answers through a speaker in the front of the van.
"Why would you do that?" you ask.
"Loki was on his first solo mission," Captain Rogers explains.
"First solo mission..." you repeat. "Wait, I was part of some stupid mission?"
"Yes and believe me, none of us are happy about it," he answers. He turns to Loki who is still looking out the window. "Everything that happened tonight is going in my report. I think we're going to have to extend your probation."
"You're on probation?" you ask him loudly and he nods but doesn't speak. "Wait... but why can't you take me to the subway?" you ask as the agent driving passes the station entrance.
"You need to come back to the Tower and be debriefed," Tony says.
"Debriefed? But I don't know anything about what just happened and to be honest I don't really want to know. I want to go home, eat something with chocolate in it and go to sleep," you tell them honestly.
"I'm sorry, it's too late," Captain Rogers says.
You sit back in your seat again then take your phone out. You need to text Jess and Michelle, you have to tell them what happened and that you are on your way to the Tower. Maybe they would be able to meet you there and help you sort out what was going on.
"What?" you ask Captain Rogers.
He holds out his hand, "I need your phone."
"You can't be serious?" you ask, looking at Loki for help but he just stares out the window in silence.
"I'm sorry but its protocol," he shrugs.
"This is bullshit," you mumble as you hand him your phone then cross you arms and sit back in your seat.
Through the speaker in the front of the van, Tony says, "Language."
(Y/N POV)
You follow Agent Hill silently down the long hallway, there are five tall doors on either side with an agent posted outside each one. You try not to look as intimidated as you feel when she opens the third door, leading you into a small room. Your stomach drops and you immediately recognize this space, anyone who had ever watched a law enforcement show would know this was an interrogation room. There is a rectangular steel table in the middle with an uncomfortable looking chair on each of the long sides. The light gray walls are completely bare and there are no windows, unless you were to count the mirror on the wall opposite the door. You have no doubt the large framed mirror is a one-way window, an idea which makes you feel more than a little paranoid.
"No, there's been a mistake," you say to her, turning to leave. "Isn't there somewhere else I can wait to talk to-" the agent on guard at the door easily moves to block you from leaving.
"Someone will be in to talk to you in a few minutes," Agent Hill replies calmly and motions for the agent to return to his post. "Try to make yourself comfortable," she says and when you turn towards the harsh metal chairs she leaves the room.
You look quickly back at the door when you hear it slam closed, unable to move from shock you stand motionless in the middle of the room. After a few moments, you realize she was being serious about making yourself comfortable although you have no idea how you are supposed to do that. You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself before you decide sitting still would probably make you even more anxious than you already are. You walk to the edge of the room and wander slowly around the space, the steady clicking of your increasingly painful heels is the only sound other than a steady flow of air from the vent over the door. After the tenth lap you begin to grow impatient and walk over to the mirrored window.
You knock on the glass and wait a few seconds before asking, "Is someone in there?" You aren't surprised when there isn't a response but you try again anyway. Knocking slightly harder the second time you ask, "Can I talk to Captain Rogers or... anyone?"
You pause as you realize you not only weren't told who you are supposed to be debriefed by but also why you would need to be. You only knew two things about the mission he was apparently on. The first being, the old man who owned the restaurant was clearly into something bad enough that the Avengers had taken notice of him and the second was that Loki had for some reason been required to pretend he was interested in you.
You decide to attempt to speak to someone one more time and knock on the window again. "I really want to go home. I swear I don't know anything, can't you just let me leave?" you ask but the only answer is silence.
You turn from the window and begin to pace around the room again, unable to stop looking at your watch every time you complete a lap. Fifteen minutes later you find yourself standing in front of the door, staring at the handle. You shake your head and reach out, gripping the handle tightly as you try to turn it but you knew nothing would happen. You twist the handle to the left then right and back again but it won't turn.
"For fuck's sake," you groan as you give up on the door. You pull out one of the chairs and it scraps loudly on the tile, causing you to wince from the sound. I can't be here that much longer, you think but you are beginning to wonder if SHIELD is planning on leaving you here all night.
Your stomach grumbles and you wish you had been able to eat dinner. You didn't even have a chance to finish your appetizer before everything went to hell. You lean back and stare up at the ceiling, counting the tiles out loud to distract yourself.
When you finish your count you check your watch again, it's just after 9 pm. You get up angrily, you had been locked in this room for almost forty five minutes. You knock on the glass with more force than last few times and demand to speak to someone. "I'm tired of waiting around in here. You can't just keep me all night. I haven't done anything wrong and I want to go home, now," you keep your face close to the mirror but you are unable to see beyond your reflection.
The silence means everything, you are going to be in here for a long as SHIELD decides to keep you. You pound on the glass one more time in anger, pain spreads through your hand and down your wrist. You sit back in the chair and hold your hand, slowly flexing your fingers.
"This is fucking ridiculous," you curse under your breath, a part of you wishing Tony Stark or Captain Rogers would at least appear to yell at you about your language. You cross your arms on the table and rest your head on them, "This has to be the worst blind date anyone has ever been on."
(Y/N POV)
The solid door slams closed, jolting you awake. You sit up quickly, your heart pounding as you look around the room and slowly remember where you are. Rubbing your eyes with one hand, you blink as the figure by the door comes into focus.
"Oh good, you're awake," he says as he walks over to the table. "Nick Fury, Director of SHIELD," he introduces himself.
You barely register what he said as you check your watch in disbelief, "I've been in here for three and a half hours!?"
"Sorry about that, we had to deal with a small... miscommunication," he says. He opens the folder in his hand and reads the contents for a moment before asking, "What's your full name?"
"Y/N Y/L/N," you answer, unwilling to hide the annoyance in your tone. He nods then takes a single sheet of paper out of the thin folder and places it on the table with a pen. "What is this?" you ask, picking it up.
"A non-disclosure agreement," he answers.
You look up at him quickly, "What?! I thought I was supposed to be interviewed or debriefed or something. I've been sitting here for hours for this stupid piece of paper?"
"That would be what the miscommunication was about," he replies as if it was obvious.
"You're freaking joking," you say, still in shock that this night hadn't ended yet.
"Do I look like someone who tells jokes?" he asks and you shake your head silently, biting back a sarcastic comment. He offers only a slight explanation for the extremely long wait, "Loki informed the team that you truly were unaware of any part of the mission so a debriefing wouldn't be necessary. Sign this and you can be on your way."
"And what if I don't want to sign it?" you ask, your anger at the current situation outweighting your common sense.
"It wasn't a request," he answers.
You glance at the paper, knowing you should at least skim it but you are too angry and tired and hungry to deal with it. You sign the paper quickly and toss the pen back on the table as you stand up. "Can I have my phone back now?" you ask.
He picks up the paper, putting it back in the folder then takes your phone out of his jacket pocket. "Agent Coulson will take you home now," he says, handing you the phone.
You momentarily debate turning down the offer but decide against it. On a good night it wasn't a great idea to take the subway at midnight alone and this certainly hadn't been a good night. "Fine, but he's stopping somewhere so I can get food," you respond as a man who you assume is Agent Coulson walks into the room.
"Sorry Miss Y/L/N, I'm only authorized to drive you home," he says and you sigh loudly. He holds the door open and you walk out into the hallway. "This way," he turns to the left and you follow him to the elevators.
(LOKI POV)
Thor stands by the door and waits for Stark, Rogers, Fury and Barnes to leave the room. You aren't in the mood to speak to your brother at the moment but you doubt that will stop him.
"You can yell if you would like, brother, but I'm sure Rogers covered how much of a failure I am already," you tell him as you walk towards the door.
"I'm not going to yell," he says calmly as you walk past him into the hallway.
"Ah, trying the 'I'm not mad, I'm disappointed method?" you jokingly ask and he follows you.
"I just want to know why you would risk being sent back to Asgard," he says and you stop. "This wasn't just another mission, this was your first one without the team. You were supposed to follow the plan and show them you could be trusted. Why would you endanger a civilian and gamble with the mission?"
You stand in front of him silently for a moment before answering. "I honestly thought the mission was simple enough. I should have had no issues planting the listening devices and spending the rest of the evening enjoying a meal with someone who... who doesn't think of me the way they all do," you gesture towards the empty seats.
Before your brother can respond, you see Y/N being escorted to the elevators by Agent Coulson. You take two steps in that direction and Thor puts his hand on your shoulder.
"Do you really think that is a good idea?" he asks.
"I just wanted to apologize to her for-" you start to explain.
Agent Coulson pushes the button to call the elevator and Y/N looks around slowly as if she is bored. She notices you and Thor, immediately turning away from you as she crosses her arms angrily.
"I have a feeling you might be the last person on Midgard she has any interest in speaking to right now," Thor says.
(Y/N POV)
You turn on the lights, lock the front door and sigh in relief as you pry off your heels, swearing you will never wear them again. You lean heavily against the door and finally take out your phone. You hadn't responded to your friends while you were in the car with Agent Coulson. You had been too busy trying to convince him that no one would notice if he stopped at a deli or a fast food restaurant for a few minutes. According to him, they would have and you finally gave up, spending the rest of the thirty minute car ride in hangry silence.
You stop in the hallway, mid-step at the sheer amount of messages and calls you missed. Michelle and Jess must have thought you had been kidnapped or killed and to be honest you did get kidnapped... twice. Once by whoever the angry men were at the restaurant and then again by SHIELD.
You open the chat between the three of you and decide you'll read all the messages tomorrow. The last thing you want to do right now is think about how tonight had officially been the worst blind date you or anyone else had ever been on. You decide a simple 'I'm home and I'm not dead' text will have to suffice. You type out the message, letting them know you will call them in the morning as you walk into your kitchen. Opening the fridge and take out a bottle of water then grab a package of pretzels from the cabinet.
You sit on the couch, tossing your phone onto the coffee table and slowly drink the water. You swing your legs up onto the couch and forget entirely about the pretzels as you close your eyes.
(LOKI POV)
"I still don't understand why I simply can't summon the weapons I need during training," you complain to your brother. "Why must I borrow their inferior ones. I will never use them in a fight."
"If you keep skipping these training courses, you won't have to worry about their inferior weapons because they will never let you out into the field again," Thor counters and you groan. The Avengers seemed to have a training course or seminar on everything, even how to fill out paperwork which you recently found out you are still doing incorrectly somehow. You were almost convinced that the Captain changed the requirements every time you submitted a form.
"Very well," you mutter in response as you enter the armory. You freeze the moment the door closes and Thor smiles at you.
"Something wrong brother?" he asks. You gesture towards the two woman talking behind the raised counter. "Oh, you know Michelle and Jess, don't you Loki?" The woman with the purple hair turns towards you and you find yourself thankful that looks can not actually kill.
"No, we've never formally met," you find your voice after a moment.
Thor walks towards the two woman, Michelle crosses her arms against her chest and watches you closely. Her coworker, with red and blue highlights, picks up one of the small throwing knives from the counter and slowly begins to play with it.
You nod awkwardly. "And this is Michelle. She heads up the research department that deals with biological and chemical weapons," Thor continues.
"Good afternoon," Thor smiles at both of them, clearly enjoying how uncomfortable you are. "Well Loki, this is Jess. She is a weapons specialist and runs most of the training simulators. You'll need to speak with her about signing out the daggers you want to use," he tells you.
"Hello," you say after clearing your throat.
"I'll leave you three to talk," Thor says as he backs away from you. "Oh, brother I was wrong. There isn't a training course today so take as much time with Y/N's friends as you need." With that, he slips out of the room, leaving you alone with two women who are less than fond of you.
You stand in front of them for a moment, trying to decide how to phrase your question. Thor knew you had been thinking about Y/N a lot over the last week and you felt as if you needed to apologize to her for everything that happened. You hadn't meant to put her in danger or have her locked in an interrogation room for hours. Truth be told, when you weren't trying to focus on the mission, you enjoyed the brief moments you had been able to spend with her.
"What do you want?" Michelle finally asks.
"I was hoping you would give me Y/N's phone number?" you ask. "I need to speak with her."
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Guilty Pleasures
pairing: dark!married!Andy x Sister-in-law!reader
Summary: Sometimes getting the things we want, can be the best form of revenge, it’s even better when it ends in our favour (surprisingly not angsty)
Warnings: Anal, manipulative!Andy, Dark!Andy, buttplug use, cheating Laurie!Cheating Andy! (so it’s even I guess😀) Possessive!Andy, Age gap
Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate
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(Y/n's P.O.V)
I pursed my lips tightly, observing everyone else around the table conversing happily. Clearly ignorant to the perverse actions going on underneath, one screw up has lead to this. One night a few weeks ago I got a bit fucked up and slept with Andy Barber, my sister’s husband. Sure everyone has seem to have forgotten my sister’s cheating confessions, but Andy clearly hasn’t. I was his revenge.
Ever since our shared night he’s done nothing but torment me with guilt and sex that I can never find myself saying no to. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, feeling Andy’s foot brush up and down my leg sensually. A dark smirk on his handsome face as he spooned more food into his mouth, my sister talking to him about some new clothes she bought.
The guilt was practically eating me alive at this point, I loved my sister to bits, but was it my fault she basically let go of this beauty of a man? Not my fault he came to me that one night, not my fault we’re now addicted to each other. The rest of the family hasn’t even noticed the amount of time Andy has spent offering to help me “study” for my college classes, or the amount of times they’ve come over for dinner since then.
“I-I uh have to go, my friends want to go to a party tonight” I said abruptly standing up with plate in hand, Andy’s face clearly confused at the mention of a party.
“Omg yes are you wearing that dress I bought for you? With the see through slit up the middle of the chest?” Laurie asked excitedly, squealing as she watched me nod,
“Hell yeah i’m not wasting that dress, plus I need a night out anyway”
I shrugged putting it in the sink, listening to everyone cheer, “And tell me how it goes with that Josh guy you’re talking to, he seems so into you when I picked you up from that date” I heard Laurie shout when I was walking up the stairs, running over to my room to get ready.
Taking off my jumper and shorts, I hummed setting out the dress and grabbing my red heels from the cupboard.
“What the fuck is Laurie talking about?” The door slammed and in came a seething Andy, his face frozen with anger,
“What do you mean?”
I asked confused, my head tilting to the side, Andy taking slow steps towards me, his tongue poking at the cheek of his mouth.
“So first you have a party you don’t tell me about, and then you’re seein some guy named Josh?” His arms folded across his broad chest, goosebumps arising on my skin at the sound of his cold tone.
“I-I was invited, and it’s not like I belong to you Andy. You’re married.” I said throwing the dress onto the bed, completely forgetting that I was only in my bra and underwear set, coincidentally a set he had bought me recently.
“What’d ya say? You don’t belong to me? Then what the fuck is this?” He growled manhandling me to bend over my bed, his hands pulling down my underwear to press onto the deep plug sitting in my asshole. It was a blue shiny thing with an A on it, something he bought a few days ago.
“I want this in this pretty ass of yours every single day, want ya to walk around your sister knowing you’re full of her husband’s cum. Taking everything that’s hers” He groaned pushing it into my ass, his hot cum now plugged inside me. “Haven’t fucked your sister in so long and she keeps askin why, how am I supposed to tell her my cock belongs to you now?”
“Andy stop it, everyone’s downstairs” I whined feeling him prod at the plug, my hips wiggling subconsciously at the arousal I was feeling.
“So what?”
“This is wrong Andy, and you know it” I whispered hearing people walk past in the hallway, their laughs echoing the further they got from my room. Andy only chuckled pushing me to lay down onto my bed, throwing my new dress onto the floor and following me in.
“Shh baby, you know this feels right don’t ya?” He whispered against my ear, basically spooning me in my own bed, thankfully I was the one nearest to the door. His hands coming round to fold my bra downwards, then pulling my underwear down too. His fingers gently pulling the plug out of my gaping hole, his fingers circling it like an animal
“We cannot have sex right now Andy, I thought we were gonna stop this?”
“I know hunny but let me just grind against this pussy of mine alright? Jus for a little while” Rustling coming from behind me, his belt buckle coming off along with the rest of the trousers.
Nodding at his words, I couldn’t help but feel entranced, his hand holding one of my legs up slightly as I felt his cock slip back and forth between my wet lips. His shuddering breath fanning my face, his hips thrusting back and forth repeatedly.
(Andy's P.O.V)
“Come on baby isn’t this nice?” I asked listening to her small mewls and whimpers. Despite saying she didn’t want this at first, I couldn’t help but notice her ass starting to fuck itself on my cock. A smirk growing on my face as I stopped moving my hips and let her take control completely.
“Hey Y/n have you seen Andy by any chance” Shoving myself under the covers, I heard Laurie walk in, luckily not walking any further than the door so she couldn’t see me.
“Uh no? I think he s-said something-ah” I heard Y/n moan out, my cock suddenly finding her snug wet hole, by total “accident”
“Are you alright girl?”
“Uh yeah just feeling a bit under the weather tonight, might have to skip out on the party tonight. Andy said something about getting some stuff from the store”
“aww well just get some rest okay? we still having lunch tomorrow right?”
“Of course don’t worry about me”
Then the door closed and I felt Y/n whip her head towards me,
“What the hell Andrew? She coulda seen you, and get outta my ass”
“U sure u want me out? N so what if she saw me, our marriage was over the moment she fucked her assistant, i’m just in it for you now baby, want you all to myself”
“Then why don’t you divorce her”
“Then I take you away with me yeah?” I taunted slamming my cock back and forth into her ass, her muscles clenching around me, her moans going crazy at the limit.
“Quiet love, they’re gonna hear you, you dirty girl”
“Mhm, Andy just cum in my ass please, I need it, I’m your dirty girl remember”
“Oh yes baby I’m gonna fill this hole up with cum and plug it up, make you walk around this house filled with my cum, next time i’m gonna knock you up and make you walk about with my baby-“
“ANDY?! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK”
Hearing Lauries scream, I looked her directly in the eyes and only went harder on her dear sister. Y/n’s hands holding mine affectionately as I came in her ass, a loud moan leaving her as I watched it cream around my cock which was still inside of her.
Laurie breaking down in tears and falling to her knees, turning Y/n's face to the side I stuck my tongue out and licked her lips dirtily, her tongue also coming out to mingle with mine.
“I guess a divorce is due, huh Laurie?” Y/n said hazily, i’ve destroyed her morals like I wanted, she is mine. Forever.
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Dinner Conversation - Benergy Universe
Pairing: Benny Miller x wife!Reader
Summary: Dinner conversation is rarely ever dull when married to Benny, and sometimes it causes your children to learn a new word.
Word Count: 700+
Rating: No rating but my blog is 18+
Warnings: First person POV, Language
Notes: Inspired by an actual conversation that happened at the dinner table. This is what happens when your husband's mouth moves faster than his brain.
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When we first started discussing our future, Benny and I vowed that no matter how busy our lives got, we would have dinner together every night as a family. That feels like eons ago, but even as our family grew from just the two of us to three of us to now four of us, we’ve done a good job at sticking to our word. Supposedly, families who dine together are happier, and it supposedly increases a child’s vocabulary while teaching them to eat healthier.
Most days I can agree with that. Other days I think it’s bullshit.
Dinner with children can be exhausting. Today is one of those days. After a long day, I’m tapped out, and each loud clank and scrape of silverware on the plates makes my head feel like it’s going to explode. Our two-year-old, Sophie, keeps bouncing around in her seat like she hasn’t been a tired, whiny butthead all day. Her little hands keep busy as she takes small portions and fast choppy bites, sounds of pleasure escaping her mouth as she stands on her chair and rubs her tummy while chew. Lindsay, the five-year-old, is sitting with her elbow on the table, a fist resting on her cheek, poking and prodding at the food on her plate as if it's the most repulsive thing she’s ever seen, as if she hadn't eaten the same meal last week.
“Lindsay, baby, you gotta eat,” Benny gently insists, seeing I’m not at all in the mood to parent at the moment.
“I just want to watch my tablet,” she grumbles in reply.
“What did Mommy say?” he questions.
Lindsay looks up at me with a sly smile on her face. “Umm….” It’s clear she’s trying to pretend she hasn’t asked for her tablet a hundred times today, particularly that I haven’t given her the same answer every single time.
“You can have it after dinner,” Benny reminds her.
“Ugh!” Lindsay groans dramatically, making me wonder if she’s five or fifteen.
“Just eat your dinner,” I beg, not in the mood to negotiate. Why do kids make eating is so damn difficult?
“But I don’t want to.”
I exhale loudly, trying to keep calm. “Fine. No tablet tonight then.”
“But Mom!”
“Literally all you have to do is eat some food,” I say, clearly annoyed. “Maybe while you’re at it you can solve world hunger and find the cure for cancer. Is it really that hard?”
Lindsay opens her mouth to protest, but Benny decides to chime in. “Yeah. And find mommy’s g-spot too.”
My eyes immediately snap across the table to my husband, who’s now shoving food in his mouth, clearly in an attempt to hide a proud smile. I should never be surprised at the shit that spews out of his mouth sometimes, yet I always am. I'm somewhere between shocked he said that in front of the kids and wanting to laugh.
“What the fuck, Benny!”
Despite trying to suppress his laughter, he can no longer hide his pride, his bright blue eyes shining.
“First of all”-I sassily point my fork at him- “you damn well know that you know where that is, so don’t sit there and act like it’s one of life’s greatest unsolved mysteries.”
The corners of his lips curl into a smirk. Yeah, he can’t deny that.
“Second of all, have fun explaining what you just said to our daughter.”
“What is it?” Lindsay questions, and I just know we’re fucked. Thankfully, she seems to have forgotten the word. But we vowed to be transparent with our kids, to always try to answer their questions as age-appropriately as possible. However, explaining what a g-spot is to our five-year-old at the dinner table was not something I ever expected. Being married to Benny, I really shouldn’t be so surprised.
“Is that in your butt?”
“Yes,” I immediately answer, glaring at Benny. Am I about to give this man a taste of his own medicine? Absolutely. “Well, Daddy’s butt at least.”
Benny’s face immediately flushes red, flustered to the point that he doesn’t dare look into my eyes, his gaze dropping down to his plate instead. Finally, I’ve managed to say something that renders him speechless, which is a very rare feat.
“Eww! Daddy’s got a stinky butt!” Sophie squeals, playfully holding her nose.
Immediately, a loud laugh escapes my lips, Sophie and Lindsay joining with innocent giggles. Meanwhile, in an effort to hide his shame and laughter, Benny hangs his head and covers his face with a hand.
Thank fuck the conversation flows back to something more appropriate for the dinner table. Maybe experts weren’t completely wrong about family dinners increasing a child’s vocabulary. I just don't think that's what they meant.
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Word vomit about my poor mental state below, feel free to ignore 😬👍
I have literally been so stressed lately that my skin picking is out of control and I’m having heart palpitations. Dealing with grief, my dog being sick again, work stress, life stress, stress and sadness about the state of the world, like my body just can’t take it.
There’s so much I could say about my job. I recently went to my supervisor about the fact that my coworker who I share an office with sleeps all day. Which was really scary and hard for me, but it’s damaging my uncle’s company and the stores she is supposed to be paying the bills for are super behind because of it. Like getting three to four vendors a DAY reaching out about past due bills. Anywho my supervisor said she would take care of it but now our hr person is leaving which will dump a lot more work on everyone and I doubt anything is going to change. They’re also training me on payroll with the expectation that I’ll be able to do it by myself when the person that trains me goes out of town in like a month. Meaning that NO ONE that will be there will know how to do it or help me if weird situations come up. So now I’m stressing about that.
I was just given a promotion that came with a $4 raise which is amazing. Like I’m now making $6 more than when I started and I haven’t even been there a year which should really excite me but all I can think about is the fact that I still don’t make enough to live on my own and that the average salary needed to live comfortably alone in California is $80,000 a year which I am nowhere near. I’m almost 28, and I still live at home with no expectations of being able to move out anytime soon. Every Sunday night I want to cry because I can’t believe the weekend is over and I have to go to work again tomorrow and I’m going to have to do this probably for the rest of my life because retirement seems like a pipe dream if we even have a society or liveable world when I get to that age anyways.
I see what is going on in the world both in other countries and with people I care about here and I cry every day because while I do what I can to help it never feels like enough and I have to listen to family members with just the most awful thoughts and opinions. We live in a world where the people in charge don’t give a fuck about anyone or anything so long as they get paid and I’m TIRED.
My future, the future in general, feels hopeless. Utterly and completely hopeless. And yet here I am. I’ll go to bed early tonight to try to calm the panic in my chest and escape into my dreamland, even though going to bed early just makes tomorrow feel like it comes even faster, and I’ll go to work. Just like I do every weekday. I’ll pretend like everything is fine. Like my coworker sleeping all day doesn’t infuriate me to the point of feeling physically ill. I’ll come home and take care of my dog and then instead of cleaning or exercising or doing any of my hobbies or anything else that I want to do, I’ll just scroll my phone because I’m too tired to do anything else. Maybe I’ll eat dinner, maybe I’ll just go to bed because I’m too nauseous to eat. And I’ll repeat. For the rest of my life because this shit is never ending.
Anyways, if any of you read this, I’m sorry it’s so negative and depressing. I’ve really been trying to tell myself the things that I would tell a friend who felt this way but it’s just not working. I’m just in a really awful hopeless place and I’m sorry.
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Day 18- phone sex/sexting feat. Ari Levinson
Another Kinktober 2022 entry in the books lol. I'll get this damn thing finished one day, yet. This is Ari x Peyton from my Laid Bare series, which is also going to be updated fairly soon. Enjoy my lovelies!
Warnings: language, use of a sex toy, mutual masturbation.
It’s such a rare thing to have a completely empty house (with the exception of the cat) and have it be so damn quiet, that when my iPad starts lights up and starts chiming with a new FaceTime call, I literally let out what can only be called a squeak and accidentally slop some wine on my blanket and almost knock over the plate of pizza I’d been munching on. Since Lucy and her whole class, not to mention my hot history teacher boyfriend who’s acting as one of the chaperones, are all in DC for the big end of year field trip. They’ll be back in two days, but still, I’ve missed the faces that have been permanent fixtures at home.
I click “accept” and Ari’s handsome face greets me on the screen. “Hey, sweetheart. I’m not interrupting anything am I?” I let out a snort. “Well, unless you count me binging on pizza and wine while watching stand up comedy on Netflix ‘interrupting anything’, then absolutely not. And you know if you were, you’re my favorite kind of interruption.”
I can see that Ari’s in bed, just like me, lounging back on a mountain of pillows. And the bastard is shirtless. “God, I’m exhausted. These damn kids are running us ragged.” he laughs. “Please tell me my little spawn is behaving herself. And also tell me that the kids aren’t playing musical hotel rooms. My heart couldn’t handle it.”
“Lucy’s fine. It’s not like she isn’t already one of the best behaved kids I’ve ever seen or anything. She’s been eating dinner with me every night.” That makes me grin, knowing that Ari and Lucy get along so damn well. Despite her initial mortification and wariness about her mom and her teacher dating, she’s actually become super attached to Ari, and he’s just as crazy about her too. The fact that it secretly drives Ransom up the wall is just the icing on the cake.
“Well it’s not like you guys don’t eat dinner together here every single night.” I tell him. “I know, but it’s different here. She has the option to sit with her friends and eat and hang out, and she decides to come sit with me. It’s sweet.”
I’m trying to pay attention, but the sight of Ari’s bare chest is incredibly distracting. That light dusting of hair, those muscular pecs, his Star of David chain hanging down……”Hey, my eyes are up here.” he jokes. My eyes snap up to the screen and I blush a little bit at being caught. “Don’t act like you didn’t know what you were doing when you decided to call me half naked. This is totally on you.” A thought occurs to me and the words are out of my mouth before my brain can stop them, or even slow them down for that matter. “So, what’s on the bottom half?”
A truly evil smirk appears on his face. “Not a whole lot, actually. You know I like to sleep naked.” I grab a pillow and press it to my face, groaning loudly. I swear to God, since we’ve started having sex, this man has truly ruined me. I never used to be this horny little deviant until he came along. And now if I don’t have sex at least once every other day, I’m nearly foaming at the mouth. It’s embarrassing. Truly.
“Stop. My dick can only get so hard.” I whine. He throws a hand over his chest, laughing his ass off. “Go in the nightstand drawer on my side. I got you a present before I left.” I put my glass of wine on the side table and crawl over the bed to Ari’s side and open the drawer, pulling out the box and reading the front. “You legitimately got me a vibrator that you can control from your phone when you knew you were only going to be gone a week?”
“Well, I figured that one of these nights we could play. And I think you’re just the right amount of needy tonight. What do you say, sweetheart? You wanna give it a whirl?”
Excitement starts bubbling in my belly, and I set the ipad down so I can shimmy out of my leggings and pull my tank top over my head, letting my breasts free. I pick up the box and open it, taking the toy out and inspecting it. It’s a dark purple color with gold embellishments, and looks surprisingly elegant for a sex toy. It’s almost a V shape, with one end that goes inside and vibrates to hit the Gspot, and then the other end fits over the clit to deliver a sucking sensation. I pick up the ipad and look at Ari.
“I’ve never done this before…..so please don’t laugh at me if I end up being completely ridiculous and bad at this.”
“Sweetheart, just relax. Have I ever steered you wrong in the time that we’ve been together?” I roll my eyes, knowing he’s right. “I promised you that I’d introduce you to things and teach you and help you experiment, and this is just another part of that. I’m right here with you, and I’m going to guide you through it, okay?”
“Grab my pillows and I want you to lay with your head at the foot of the bed. Go ahead and prop the ipad up against your pillows so I can get a good view of that perfect little pussy of yours while I’m making you go crazy.” I reach over and grab my airpods and connect them so I can make sure that I can hear all the downright sinful things that Ari likes to bombard me with when we’re together and not have to try and hear him over the sound of the toy.
I lay back on the pillows and get comfortable, enjoying the feeling of the soft down comforter under my naked body and the ceiling fan over the bed making goosebumps prickle across my skin. “How do you feel, sweetheart?” Hearing his sultry voice right in my ear is almost as good as him being right next to me. “Good. Excited.” I breathe out. I run my hands over my skin, ghosting over my tummy and chest, then cupping and squeezing my breasts, tugging on my nipples with a groan. “That’s it, baby. God, I fucking love your tits. Can’t wait to get my mouth on them again, and my hands. I just want to throw you on the bed and worship you until you don’t even know your name anymore.”
In no time at all, I’m drenched and ready. “Go ahead and take the toy and put it inside you. You might have to adjust it a little bit until it feels comfortable. Let me know when you’re all set, okay?” I nod and grab the toy and swipe the part that goes inside me over my dripping lips, coating it in my arousal before slipping it inside. “Oh fuck” I gasp. It’s just large enough for me to feel it, and the ridged head is settling right against my Gspot. I can’t even imagine what it’s going to feel like once Ari starts fucking around with the vibrations. I adjust the front part of the toy so that it’s settled right over my clit. I blow out a breath. “Okay, I’m ready.” I tell Ari.
I watch him pick up his phone and press a few buttons, then I feel a soft sucking sensation on my clit. “Oooh!” I squeak. “How’s it feel?” “Uh-Good. Kind of weird, but good.” He presses another button and the vibration starts deep inside me, making a loud moan tear from my throat. “Holy fuck.” I gasp. “Good girl. There ya go.” he purrs, and goddamn it if that doesn’t make my blood run even hotter.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, my girl. So damn good for me. I love that you’ve trusted me enough to teach you what your body is capable of and how good you can feel. You’ve blossomed for me just like a flower opening up. Watching you feel so good gets me so hard, you know that?” I open my eyes and watch as he switches to the back camera so I can see him just like he’s seeing me. His cock is long and thick, standing tall and proud, almost hitting his damn belly button. He takes a few drops of lube from the table next to him and wraps his hand around his length, letting out a hiss as his hand passes over his sensitive head. With his other hand, he adjusts the level on the toy inside me, just a bit, but enough to elicit another deep moan from my throat.
I’m wet enough and the toy has enough suction so that it’ll stay inside of me without me having to hold it, so my hands go back to my breasts and I pinch my nipples harshly, groaning at the feeling. It makes me wish I had grabbed the nipple clamps that Ari had introduced me to. God, that was a fun night.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to get your cock back inside me.” I groan out. As good as this damn toy is making me feel, there’s nothing like the hot throb of him inside me and feeling his thick, warm body pressed against mine, his chest hair rubbing over my nipples making them ache deliciously, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and stealing the very breath from my body. Fuck, I’m so in love with this man. “Is that right? And how do you want my cock inside you?” he groans out. His hand works a little faster over his length, precum dribbling from the tip. His balls tighten and draw up, getting ready to release streams of seed.
“I want-ah!” my abdominal muscles clench hard as Ari ratchets up the intensity again. “Fuck…..I want to ride you. I want your hands on my hips, gripping me so tight I know you’re going to mark me. I want to see you coming apart underneath me, and you fucking up into me so hard I can’t do anything but just take it.”
“Fuck, Peyton, baby, I’m close. Tell me you’re close. I want to see your face when you come for me.” All I can do is nod as I feel myself about to fly over the edge. The camera view changes and I see his beautiful face on the screen. His breath is coming in heavy pants, and I can see the muscles in his arm rippling as he strokes. With a quick tap to increase the suction on my clit, I fall apart, my pussy clenching hard against the vibrator, coating it in my slick. I hear a loud groan and look just in time to see ropes of white streak up Ari’s chest.
I grab the toy and practically yank it out of me when the intensity becomes too much on my overstimulated clit. I pant, trying to catch my breath. “Fuuuuuuck.” I groan into the duvet. I fling my arm out and make contact with the ipad and drag it to me. “Are you still alive over there?” I ask. He chuckles and nods. “Barely, it feels like. My god, I love technology.” he mutters.
“Tell you what, I think when you guys get back, I think I’m gonna send Lucy to someone’s house for a sleepover. Because I honestly don’t think either one of us is going to be quiet when I get my hands on you again.”
“I think that’s the best idea you’ve had today.” he laughs. We stay quiet for a few moments, just staring at each other over the facetime connection and smiling like goofballs. “I love you” he says softly, making me hide part of my face in the covers. I still can’t get used to hearing that from him.
“I love you too.”
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Part 9- Beauty and the Freak
18th Birthday
Veronica
I can't believe it, I am officially 18. An adult. Last night we celebrated with my favorite dinner and cake and ice cream at home, tonight I'm going bowling with Robin and Steve. This should be interesting. Robin has been hinting that Steve wanted to see me again, little does he know I'm going out with Eddie.
" Ronnie, they are here!!" My mom yelled-up the stairs.
" Coming!" I grabbed my purse and ran down the stairs." Bye Mom!"
" Bye hun!"
Out the door I went. Robin was frantically waving and Steve had his most charming smile on. I opened the car door and jumped in." Hey guys! How's it going?"
" Great! Happy day after your birthday!!" Robin smiled.
" Thanks!! Hey thanks for bringing me bowling, I am so excited! I am absolutely horrible at it but it's always fun."
We chatted all the way to the bowling alley, got our lane and our shoes when we got there.
" Who wants to start?" Robin looked from Steve to me.
" I nominate Harrington, I would prefer to watch everyone's approach and technique before it is my turn. Maybe I will pick up some pointers."
" You want to watch my approach? I think you just want a reason to look at my ass." He winked.
" That's exactly it Steve." I rolled my eye and smiled.
" We invited Eddie too. He should be here any minute."
My heart skipped a beat."Eddie is coming too?"
" Yeah hope you don't mind, got to get that poor guy out of the house every once in a while." Steve shook his head." He's kind of a loner."
" I don't mind at all. He's a nice guy, I tutor him three days a week. "
" That's right! I think I remember him mentioning that before." Steve picked up his ball and with perfect form launched the ball down the lane for a strike. He fist pumped.
" Of course he gets a strike !" Robin gave him a high five then went up for her turn as he came over to take a seat next to me.
" That was pretty impressive." I gave him a high five. " Wait till you see me get my gutter ball."
" Yeah! Eat that Harrington! Woo!" Robin cheered as she got a strike.
" Nice job! " I clapped for her.
" Hey, what did I miss?" I heard a familiar voice behind me and I got butterflies in my stomach. Eddie walked over and sat down. He nodded at Steve." Hey Harrington, Buckley ,"he smiled at me." Montgomery'."
" Hey Munson your just in time., Robin and I just got strikes."
" Nice."
I stood up. " I on the other hand, I'm headed straight for the gutter."
Eddie smirked, " You're a genius, can't you figure out some sort of equation to get the perfect angle and velocity or some shit like that?"
" No, Smart Ass." I smirked back at him. I high fived Robin on her way back to the table and grabbed my ball. I took a deep breath.
" Let me give you some pointers." Steve walked up behind me and leaned forward." Take your time with the approach, stay focused on that center pin and," he ran his hand from my shoulder down my arm , " Don't forget to follow through on the release." Smooth Steve, super smooth. I didn't dare turn around to see the expression on Eddies face. Yup, tonight was going to be interesting.
" Thanks Steve." I took a couple steps forward and concentrated on the pins, made sure to follow through and actually took down half the pins. For me that was just as good as getting a strike. I turned and gave them a thumbs up. Eddie had a super amused look on his face.
I took my second turn and knocked down all but 2. I would take it. My friends congratulated me. " Your turn Munson."
" Oh I'm not bowling, I just came to hang out." He smiled at me.
" Well if you aren't going then it's my turn. Ready for another strike?" Steve smiled then went to get his ball and started his turn.Robin went up to get drinks.
Eddie ran his hand up my thigh under the table. " I had to keep my eye on Steve." He whispered." Your only in the first round and he's already making moves. I can't blame him really, your so fucking hot."
" Hot? I am literally just wearing a tee shirt and jeans."
" But your ass in those Jeans."
"Your ridiculous." I laughed.
Steve got another strike, we cheered and he came back to the table." You see that? I'm on fire tonight!"
" You're a natural born athlete Harrington. Hey, remember when we were in middle school and we were on the same baseball team, I pitched a fastball to you when you were catching, you weren't quite ready for it and it hit you in the nuts?"
" Yes Eddie I remember that. Thank god I was wearing a cup." An embarrassed look on his face.
" You were still rolling on the ground, that ball had some heat on it." Eddie smirked, I kicked him under the table.
" It sure did-oh look Robins back with the drinks, Robin it's your turn."
" You got another strike? Wow! Way to go!" She grabbed her ball, approached the line and let it go, she didn't get a strike but between the both got a spare. I gave her a high five when she came back to the table.
" Soooo, I'm never going bowling with you guys again," I laughed." I am absolute trash at this. I will be lucky if I break 40 this game." I got up and grabbed my ball. Steve was just getting ready to hop up out of his seat when Eddie held out a hand to stop him.
" Let me give this a shot Harrington."
Steve looked at him quizzically. " But you aren't even bowling."
" Just because I'm not doesn't mean I don't know how."
I looked at Steve and shrugged."Alright Munson, what should I do?"I took a few steps up from the ball return.
Eddie smiled and pushed up his sleeves, walked up behind me. " Can I see the ball sweetheart."
I turned and handed it to him. He was so close. My heart started to beat a little faster. " Is there a special ball holding technique I don't know about, Eddie?"
He smirked. " I don't know much about holding balls Princess, and I know Harrington is all about follow through, but I find that it is important to make sure your fingers fit properly in the hole. "
" Oh really?"
" Yeah," He leaned closer and whispered , " You see, I like to to slide one finger in slowly, then the next, sometimes you have to pull them out and slide them back in again to reposition. Sometimes it's a tight fit."
I swallowed hard." Jesus Christ Eddie."
" Then after that you focus on your release. Got it sweetheart? It's all about the release."
" Are you going to talk her ear off or are you going to help her?" Steve hollered from his seat.
Eddie turned around and looked at him, a smirk on his lips. " Just sharing my expertise, Steven." He turned back to me. " Did that help Darlin?"
I smiled," How the fuck am I supposed to concentrate now."
" I don't know what you are talking about." He said innocently.
I walked up , concentrated on the pins and let that ball go with all my might. I watched the ball roll down the lane and hit dead on." Strike!"
Eddie fist pumped and gave me a hug."Fuck yeah!"
I did a victory dance as I walked back."I did it!"
Steve smiled and slid his arms around my waist for a hug." That was a textbook strike. Munson must know what he's talking about." He pulled me in for a hug,then let go.
" He, uh , certainly has a way with words."
" If I didn't know any better I would have thought that you were flirting with Miss Veronica up there." Robin smirked.
Eddie looked over at me." Was I flirting with you Montgomery?" He smiled.
" Maybe just a tiny bit, but I spend so much time tutoring him that I am immune to his charm."
Eddie dramatically pretended to plunge a fake knife into his heart." That hurt Veronica, that really hurt." We laughed.
" I didn't know you had it in you Munson." Steve said before walking up to get his ball." I didn't know you had any moves."
" Don't worry Steve your still the Lord of the ladies."Eddie bowed.
Robin laughed ." Your full of it tonight."
Eddie shrugged, " This is why you don't invite me out in public, but I had to come out and celebrate my friends birthday."
I smiled." Well thanks for coming out. It's nice to have friends again. Even if some of them can be quite dramatic. Beggars can't be choosers."
Eddie leaned back in his chair and shook his head." Your so fucking sassy." He smiled.
" She fits right in." Robin pat my shoulder.
We bowled for a couple of hours, laughing,joking , cheering and when it was time to leave Eddie volunteered to bring me home.
" It's ok Munson I got her." Steve looked skeptical.
" Dude, I drive right by her house on my way back. I promise I will deliver her safely home."
Steve looked at me." Are you ok with that?"
" Yeah it's fine. No sense in you going out of your way to bring me home if he is going in the same direction."
"Ok. " he pointed at Eddie, " Just don't drive like a maniac."
Eddie put his hands up in front of him." Ok Dad."
I have Robin and Steve hugs and thanked them for a wonderful night out then followed Eddie back to his van. I turned and waved as Eddie opened the door for me.
" Do you know how hard it was for me to see Harrington flirt with you all night?"
" You're the one that wanted to keep us going out a secret. You know you don't have anything to worry about anyway. I only have eyes for you."
" I just don't like it when he touches you."
" In his defense, he doesn't know that he shouldn't be."
" I know, I know. I just don't want you to pay the price for being associated with me."
" You don't think people see us in the library together?"
" Yeah but they know you're a tutor, and like the smartest girl in the school, they know I'm a dumb fuck up that needs to graduate-"
I rolled my eyes. " Your not dumb, your very smart actually, your just easily distracted."
"What?" He asked , then smiled." Just kidding. You know what's distracting?."
" My boobs."
He looked offended." I was going to say your eyes.They are beautiful." Eddie smiled." I noticed you wore the earrings I got you for your birthday."
I tucked my hair behind my ear , exposing the dangling heart earrings he got me. ." Yes, I love them." He gave them to me yesterday when he came over for dinner and cake.
" Do you really?"
" I really do." I smiled. " You know what else I loved last night? When you snuck in through my bedroom window and we made out all night. "
Eddie smiled. " I enjoyed that too."
" I promise I won't make you wait forever for sex-"
" Baby-" he squeezed my leg, glanced over at me." I would wait ten years for you. I don't want you to feel like you need to rush into anything. "
" You have been so patient. " I sighed." I wanted to let you know that I'm going to be starting birth control very soon. "
" Ok, wow."
" I don't want us to have any secrets Eddie. I will always be one hundred percent honest with you. I'm serious about us, I feel like it's time. You make me feel so good, I feel so dirty admitting that-"
" Woah, no baby, there is nothing wrong with enjoying what we do together. There is absolutely no reason for you to feel like that. We are in a relationship, with real feelings for each other. It's normal that we want to express those feelings through touch, we want to make each other feel good."
I blushed", I have never, ever felt so good-"
Eddi smiled." It gets so much better-"
" I'm ready for the better. I've never wanted anyone so much as I want you."
" I want you so fucking bad. When it happens Baby ,it's going to be amazing, it will probably be a complete fucking frenzy, but I promise it will last longer than two minutes."
I laughed." Poor Jake, it was just so clumsy and awkward. I suppose it is like that most of the time when it's your first time."
" Yeah , but it gets better every time."
" Sooooo I have an hour and a half before I have to be home-"
" Want to go to my place? I can think of a few things we can do to kill time." He smirked.
" I thought you'd never ask."
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really stood there as this man’s (Chinese, girl) best friend called him first after her thesis defense. before her own boyfriend, a fact he took a lot of pride in. went on describe how the boyfriend hates him because he’s jealous. that bf is going to dinner afterwards with friends instead of her, how monumentally shitty that is. (guess what l*** did the night of his defense lmaooooo) . offers to be there for her however she needs, to meet tonight. ‘jokingly’ she requests a strip tease at her birthday. they have so much more history.
mans starts going for way too much PDA immediately after hanging up the phone . I’m a little cold for obvious reasons but what am I gonna say??? ur a much better friend than partner?? u make me wanna throw up sometimes cause every other Chinese girl around you feels like they can call you with their deepest insecurities, be it social anxiety or unsatisfying boyfriends or eating disorders, but I wouldn’t? because I know who you are and what you crave and I’m terrified that you wouldn’t be there for me? that even if you were you’d resent it? that you told me months ago that you just want to be taken care of rather than taking care of someone and I said relationships are a two way street and you said “yeah, but…” and I didn’t forget?? that I should have run then and there but my martyr complex made me stick around and try to be everything you wanted? that I’m your emergency contact but you definitely aren’t mine?
at some point even he has gotta realize the hypocrisy cause he is calling me saying he misses me literally 20min after I get off the bus. saying that I’ve been there for him more than he has for me . that he’s never felt this vulnerable. that I’ve seen all of him. that he appreciates me.
#it’s like yes you realize your behavior is shitty but self awareness doesn’t necessarily negate the shiftiness of the action#it’s enough. for now. I’m still breathing a sigh of relief that this ends#I saw him and his friend today at the library but I didn’t say hi cause I was terrified of how I’d be introduced#and he said that his friend knows and I should have said something . cause he would have introduced me properly.#but how was I supposed to know?#and he says he’s getting more comfortable and trying and I can see that.#I can see that he’s been trying the best that he can. this entire time.#and his best is getting better.#it’s enough for the next 23 days.#cj talks
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MAY THE BEST MAN WIN
competing for the best toast at their best friends' wedding, calum and tanner go from being pretend rivals to… something like friends. maybe a little more? may the best man win.
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part five
a few months later
Tanner is grateful that she left a full weeklong gap in her schedule between when her final shoot was before the wedding and the night of the rehearsal dinner. Despite Valerie and Ashton having an insane wedding budget, Valerie’s extremely picky nature meant that she was still overseeing and micromanaging everything. Their wedding planner was making a fortune for doing next to nothing.
The errands and decorating weren’t the worst part, despite them taking long hours and being emotionally draining as Valerie picked apart every detail of literally everything. No, the worst part for Tanner was that Lou, who’d been booked as the lead photographer for the wedding, was stuck in New York because of bad weather. The rest of his photo team is unavailable tonight, so the rehearsal dinner is left without a photographer.
Except, naturally, it’s not.
Caterers have been setting up for dinner all day. Cases of champagne, way more plates than should be in front of each seat stacked elegantly, people running around, Valerie toeing the line of bridezilla… it stressed Tanner out as the maid of honor, the best friend, and, now, the photographer.
No one else has seemed to notice, but Valerie and Ashton are incredibly annoyed with each other. They’re both aware it’s a stupid fight, so they’re holding their tongues as to not lash out and crossing things off their to do list with as few words as possible. It makes things tense, but only for those who know them well enough to pick up on the subtleties of their body language shifts.
Tanner is lucky that she doesn’t travel without her film camera, which is all she’s promised the bride and groom. They’re limited to the 36 exposures on her single roll of film, but Valerie and Ashton assured her that was better than nothing and promised to compensate her for her work, which of course she denied.
She’s running around in her dress, barefoot, trying to help get everything in its place so she can take a few pictures before everyone shows up. She knows she probably looks comical — a vintage film camera slung around her neck, her hair poorly held back in a claw clip, no shoes, a flowy black dress tied up loosely in a satin scrunchie so she doesn’t have to hold it up while she runs around without her heels.
Valerie and Ashton are talking to the head of the catering crew, both of them also dressed up and looking fashionable and far less frazzled than Tanner. She felt envious of the rest of the bridal party who got to spend the day at a vineyard, drinking wine and eating cheese and getting a tan, while she spent the whole time with Valerie at the venue.
The maid of honor isn’t sure if she’s relieved or more stressed out as the groomsmen and bridesmaids enter with their plus ones. They’re all rosy cheeked and cheery, laughing and talking without care. The girls start gushing about how good the hall looks and how stunning the floral arrangements are, which was mostly Tanner’s handiwork, so she feels at least a little better.
“Having fun yet?” A familiar voice says from behind her while she tries to set up the perfect flat lay of the invitations to the dinner, the custom labeled champagne for the evening, and flowers.
She spins around, trying her best not to shoot a death glare at Calum. “No, no I am not,” she whispers.
Calum is stunned, nearly staggering backwards. “Woah, woah, what’s up? Are you okay?”
Tanner sighs, reaching up and letting her curled hair fall out of the claw clip, only so she can redo it. “Fucking Lou is trapped in New York, so not only am I being maid of honor to,” she lowers her voice while her eyes point to her best friend, “bridezilla,” she whispers.
Calum laughs, looking over at the currently unhappy couple before he looks back down at Tanner.
“I’m also in charge of taking photos tonight. With my film camera.”
He gives her a look that says he doesn’t fully understand the extent of why that’s such a bad thing.
She huffs, picking her camera up and spinning the back to face him so he can see the number of shots she has left. “See that?” She asks, pointing to the tiny number 31 in the corner. Calum nods. “I have 31 chances to take the perfect pictures of this whole night. No room to fuck up. Oh, and, amidst all the other stuff I’ve been told to do today, I still haven’t written my goddamn toast for tomorrow.”
When Calum smiles arrogantly, she holds up a finger.
“Shut the hell up, I’m still winning the bet.”
“I’ve never seen you this sassy,” he says, giggling.
She frowns. “I’m just stressed.”
He nods. “Oh, no, I can definitely tell.”
“Tanner! We missed you today!” Elle comes over, pretty tipsy from all her wine, but not drunk. She slings an arm around her friend and pulls her closer.
“I know, I’m sorry I couldn’t make it. Did you have a good time?” She asks.
Before Tanner can even finish asking her a question, Elle is reaching for the camera hanging from her neck and pushing Calum next to her.
“Squeeze in, gotta get a picture of the maid of honor and best man! Best buddies!”
Both Tanner and Calum laugh, but Tanner is panicking about losing one of her 36 shots to Elle taking a blurry, overexposed photo on her vintage camera. She holds her hands out, trying to take the camera from her, but it’s a lost cause.
“Elle, wait!”
The flash goes off and the camera whirs, making Tanner’s heart sink.
In an effort to prevent Tanner from crying out of frustration, Calum grabs the camera from Elle. “Let’s leave the photos to the professionals,” he says gently. “Which, speaking of, sorry to disrupt your workflow, Danny. Elle, do you know where the bathroom is? I’ve been looking but can’t find it.”
He looks back over his shoulder at Tanner as they walk away, holding up a thumbs up as she mouths ‘thank you.’
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I had the longest day. I am so tired. I had a tough time waking up this morning but at least I had 30 minutes before I had to get ready. I don't know how I used to wake up at 3:30 or 4am every day for work. I can't do that anymore but I miss having the extra time to wake up. I feel like I'm always rushing.
Work wasn't very exciting. It was a normal Wednesday. I have so much I need to get done but I haven't really had a break from cases. I had an hour to get some stuff done at the end of the day so that was nice. I'm in the process of redoing all of the eye instruments in the storage closet that have the old labels on them. We aren't able to scan the old labels with the new system we're using so we can't use those items until they get redone. I have to repackage and sterilize them again so that they can be tracked back to the patients. There are literally hundreds of peel packs and wrapped things in there. I've only gotten the top shelf done and I've been working on it since last week. I was frustrated earlier because the other people in my department didn't have anything to do since it was a slow day for them so they were all just sitting around watching me work while I was super busy. I have so much stuff on my station right now that it's hard to do anything and I wish someone would offer to help me. They don't care. I keep begging to train other people to help but no one is listening. They think I can just handle it on my own because I always have. I won't have any cases tomorrow afternoon unless there's an add-on so my goal is to get as much done as I can. I'm tired of being stressed about it.
I was productive when I got off work. I tried to go pick up my glasses but apparently they're only open until 5 on Wednesdays so I drove all the way over there for nothing so that made me mad. I will try again tomorrow because they should be open till 7. I went to get my prescription refilled after that. I'm glad that I was wrong about having to wait to refill it because I'm going to need it tomorrow. I had to wait in line for 15 minutes at the pharmacy to pick it up but I survived. After I got my medicine I went to the store and got a ton of groceries. I had to make 3 trips to bring everything upstairs. My freezer is completely full. I bought some stuff to make salads so at least I got something healthy. I've realized that I'm not in good enough shape to try to carry everything in a basket anymore and it's nice to be able to lean on the cart so shopping isn't as painful. It's better for me to get a bunch of stuff at once instead of trying to go to the store every other day. I don't know why I did that for so long because it's stupid.
I am trying to make sure I have everything I need because I already know I'm not going to want to do anything this weekend. I still don't feel like I'm prepared but I will do my best to take care of everything else tomorrow night. I might need to pick up a couple more things. I am planning on asking to leave work at 4 tomorrow so that I can get everything done so hopefully that won't be an issue. I also haven't gotten fast food in over a month so I think I am going to get that for dinner tomorrow night. I wanted to do that tonight but I didn't want to deal with the hassle of trying to carry more stuff inside.
I am starving so I need to make something to eat soon. I'm not sure what I want because I have a lot of options but I will figure it out. After I eat I'm going to get ready for bed and maybe try to relax for a while before I fall asleep. I don't have much else to talk about right now. I hope that tomorrow is a good day.
I hope everyone else has a good day tomorrow too!!! Thanks for listening to me. :) 💖💖💖
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Shy Girl asks you out on a date before school ends
Context:
You are a high school student who’s been having a crush on the boy (listener)... Before school ends you confess to him… he (the listener) gladly agrees to take you out on a date
[internal thoughts]
“ [sigh] School is going to be over in a week, and I still haven’t built up enough courage to ask him out. Every time I’m near him I just go into panic mode just like Bocchi having a panic attack. I’m just scared that he will reject me and every one of his friends would laugh at me, I would be so embarrassed that I would spend my whole life under a paper bag, not talking to anyone ever again
No..no..no.. I’m overthinking this again, it wouldn’t happen, right? No, it would most likely happen..
Ughhh… why am I always thinking about the worst things that can happen to me
Ok!! [speaker’s name]. You’ve got to get your shit together, after the last class today you’ll ask him…”
[you bump into him in the hallway dropping all the books you were carrying]
Oh my god….
I’m so sorry I… I should have watched where I was walking…
[internal thoughts]
“Oh no… out of all the people in the school, why did I bump into him
[Hesitates]
Should… Should I tell him….?”
[stuttering]
Hey… umm.. Tha… thank you, for… for picking up my books for me, [quickly] hey umm… can I take you out on a date… umm no, I’m so sorry this is so weird, I… I wasn’t supposed to say that I’m sorry…I… I’m gonna go now…
[he grabs your hand]
Huh.. What.. what are you….
[he kisses you]
Oh… oh my, that was something haha, what… made you choose me, I’m as pretty as the other girls in class plus, I’m also very awkward and everything…
…
You think I’m cute? and you’ve noticed me for a while now?
So, you would be willing to go on a date with me?
Oh wow… this is so unexpected ahah, I literally have nothing planned right now… so is the Diner near the school ok? I heard they have really good strawberry pie there haha…
So… the date is set then? Ok… I will see you then
[kiss]
[walks away]
[internal thoughts]
[happily] “I can’t believe that just happened, it’s just like a fantasy… anyhow… I need to look the best for him tonight”
[End]
Part 2
[Date Night]
[Knocks on the door]
You look incredible tonight. I'm really looking forward to our date.
[Smiles] Oh, I think you're being too modest. You look amazing too, handsome.
Are you ready to head out? Let's get going.
[At the Diner]
I didn't expect the diner to be this empty tonight. It's usually bustling with students and couples.
Let's take a look at the menu.
[Looking at the menu]
Yes, we're ready to order. I'll have the strawberry pie with a side of vanilla ice cream, and some syrup, please.
[He orders]
Thank you for joining me on this date. It means a lot to me. I'm still amazed that someone as popular as you in our class, even the whole school, is interested in me. Haha.
[The meal arrives]
Wow, the food looks delicious. Let's dig in.
[As you eat]
So, how has your week been? I heard you've been quite busy with your activities.
[He talks about his week]
That sounds exciting. I've been keeping busy with my studies, but I'm glad we could make time for this date.
[As the conversation continues]
You know, spending time with you tonight has been really special. I've admired you from afar, and it's even better getting to know you in person.
You're amazing, and I'm glad we decided to go on this date.
Would you like to do something else after dinner, maybe take a walk or catch a movie?
[He responds]
A walk sounds lovely too. I'd enjoy a little more time with you.
[The date continues with a romantic walk]
[At the end of the walk]
I had a wonderful time tonight. It's been even better than I imagined.
[He smiles]
Me too. I can't believe how great this date turned out. We should definitely do this again sometime.
[You say goodbye at your door]
Thanks for walking me back. I really enjoyed tonight. Have a great night.
[kisses]
[You both exchange smiles and part ways]
And scene.
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it's Sunday night, father's day 2023 and Richard just left and idk why it felt like he took my heart with him when he left. he annoyed me so much when he was here, i yelled at him constantly and couldnt wait for him to leave although I didn't have the heart to tell him to get out and the only reason he actually left tonight is bc I have work tomorrow and he FINALLY goes back to work on tuesday which is when his work leave is over that he requested for for the California San Francisco trip. I cried when i came back inside, in the shower and while I was putting my pj's on like a high school girl that just got dumped my emotions are running high and idk if it's the pre-period hormones or what but i thought i hate him so why am i missing him so much already. i told myself i hate him. will never forgive him and i thought atlanta healed me so what happened? i seriously have not had time to enjoy my post vacation highs by myself, after atlanta i had a week before san francisco and richard has been here since san francisco and i didnt want to make him leave after he just helped me drive during our california trip and he was still off work so i said ok you can stay for a few days and now it's been one full week since we got back from california plus an extra weekend. so the first week back we're recovering and it was ok, he irritated me here and there but we got along for the most part and of course me yelling and throwing insults every so often although I think I only brought up his infedelity once which is a huge improvement and like I said I think atlanta made me feel like a new person. so there was time when he was his usual lazy self that seems selfish like he didn't want to participate in cleaning up his soda cans, the dinner we finished that is still out or just sitting at the computer when smores is in bed waiting for him. but then there's times when hes doing things like actually paying for our meals, and then there was that good moment when he suggested we buy food to make at home so we don't keep eating out which surprised me but made me happy and then he's driving me to pick up Aiden and he's helping with laundry or doing helpful things without me having to ask him. and then there are times when we are watching black clover and eating or playing with smores in the bed or watching something else and enjoying just being in each other's companies and we're able to live in the moment and it just feels nice to have someone to be next to and i think about how most of the time it's just me and the dogs and i think i forget how lonely that can feel sometimes however i haven't felt lonely about it lately, but yet now that i am comparing it to sitting next to richard watching tv and how i feel like i prefer that because it actually feels so much better but it's also hard for me to admit that because i'm suppose to hate him remember? because during the entire first year we were together he was never honest with me once and he spent counless times at his ex girlfriend's house, going to hang out with richelle and hiding it from me, being with another person on camelback regularly and solicited sex workers and one time i was pretty sure i saw fingernail marks on his back that he gaslit me for. yeah remember all that? that's why we hate him and we promised to never date him or consider marrying him again. but then when i just literally vibe with him and we are vibing and then i think to myself "oh, this is why i thought we could get married" "because we do actually vibe" and i think it's real unless he's persuading me into believing something untrue again. but i really do think it's real, i really do think we vibe when we let it happen, but i also know that we are on different wave lengths more often than we vibe. i know being a shut in with me in what feels like an infinite amount of time is not his cup of tea. like when we were in cali and we got in the first night to santa ana and after getting back from the beach and it is already late for someone at my age (35) and he was still talking about
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God With Us
I’ll get to that in a minute. Much to think about. Little time. Do help me please.
I think im sick again, for the sixth month in a row. I think it’ll be quite mild as long as I rest and eat well. Im not even going to tell my mom, maybe not my dad either. I don’t want them to worry. Especially not my mom. Im gonna try to keep her from getting sick, and hopefully if she does get it she’ll have such mild symptoms that she won’t even notice. I rather wish I wasn’t feeling this way but it could certainly be much worse.
Hunter came to my mom’s apartment for the first time and just invited himself to spend the night which is fine but weird and it freaked me out and was just so odd. This is the weirdest timeline for real. I woke up this afternoon snuggled up with Hunter on the floor of my mom’s apartment. I feel awkward and horribly embarrassed about being affectionate and cuddling with Hunter and that my mom saw us k*ss (almost.) I feel so uncomfortable about the whole thing it was just so weird. Part of me feels defective or something that my literal boyfriend whom I do love basically ruined my day by just staying slightly longer than I anticipated. Not only did he spend the night but I went back to his house tonight and we had dinner and hung out and played games. It was a lot of time together. I love him but I’m just so scared all the time that I’m doing the wrong thing. I get so so scared that I’m going to regret my decisions someday. I have a headache.
I feel ashamed of how I live in multiple ways. I feel ashamed of what I did this morning. I’m sorry. It’s one thing to do what’s wrong and it’s another to do what’s wrong in my mothers home and lie about it. I’m exaggerating a little. It was still not the right thing to do though, I think, and I’m sorry. Truly. Please forgive me.
I really hope I haven’t ruined a part of my future for the sake of today. I hope Hunter is my future. I really do. I hope the future gets easier to navigate. That sounds completely unreasonable and false but a girl can dream.
I feel really stressed about Christmas today. I want it to be over. I’m trying to make everyone happy and make me happy too and I hope I don’t mess it up. I’m afraid my dad will be grumpy and it’s gonna be awkward and my mom will be grumpy and I’ll feel pressured to stay here but pressured to leave but pressure to talk to my friends or my boyfriend but pressure to pay attention to my family. I don’t know why it’s so important. It’s not new or unexpected at this point. It all just makes me anxious and sad. I grieve my past. Today especially. Please, Father, let it go better than I fear it will. Please let me do the right thing, whatever that is.
At the same time as all this worry and angst and fear and guilt and dread is a center of gratefulness and joy. There is a peace in here, waiting quietly by. Immanuel, God With Us, is here. That is what we are celebrating. Nothing else matters nearly so much. And even so, we’ve been given so much more than just God With Us. I have so much more than I deserve. I thank you so sincerely for what you’ve given me. I thank you as much as I am capable of in this moment that you sacrificed everything to bring peace on earth and good will toward us. This year more than ever I feel a lump in my throat every time someone quotes the stories. I feel like I almost want to cry, I feel so moved. Thank you so much for moving me. You are what matters. I love you so much and I’m so sorry for everything and I thank you for everything. Above all else please let this day be yours. Let my thoughts and actions be acceptable to you. Let me bless you and bless others as I have been blessed today. Thank you so much my sweet Lord. Please help everyone to have a good Christmas. Give peace and reveal yourself to others as you have to me. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Merry Christmas my first love and my dearest Father and Brother and Friend.
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Lavender
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader
Word Count: 9,244
Tags: 18+, NSFW, Dad's Best Friend Friend From Work Hotch, Me turning a naughty, smutty story into something way more aka my specialty, Fingering, Unprotected sex, Oral sex, Semi-public sex, Office sex
Summary: You absolutely dread going home for vacation, to your sickeningly cheery childhood bedroom and opinionated parents, but meeting your dad's friend from work at a stuffy cocktail party has the potential to make this a vacation you'll never forget.*Requested by anon, severely altered by me 😅
Link to A03 or read below!
Most people would jump at the chance for an unexpected two week vacation, but you are not most people. When your boss emailed you to inform you that there had been some kind of glitch in HR’s system and you actually had two weeks of paid vacation that were set to expire, your anxiety had kicked into high gear. There isn’t enough time to coordinate travel with any of your friends, too short notice, and you’re kind of afraid to travel alone, though you’d never admit it, so that’s out.
There’s always the prospect of hanging out at home, catching up on all the shows you started but never had time to finish, doing things you’re always too busy for, like cooking and cleaning out your closet and going to the animal shelter to pet the dogs and cats.
Unfortunately, those dreams are crushed when you accidentally let slip during a call to your parents that you have the time off, and they literally insist you come home, will not let you get off the phone without confirming your plans.
You only live about an hour away from them, but for one reason or another, you rarely visit.
The minute you step into your childhood home, you’re reminded of why you rarely visit.
“There’s my little do-gooder!” Your dad is all but waiting at the door when you arrive, pulls you into a hug despite the fact that your hands are full of luggage. “Let me look at you.” He pulls back, hands on your shoulders, acting like it's possible something has changed about you since you had lunch together a month ago in DC. “Oh, you’ve got that serious lawyer hairstyle now,” he remarks with a chuckle, even though your hair is styled the same way it was at that lunch. He might not mean it to come out this way, but it sounds condescending.
“That would be appropriate, considering I am a lawyer,” you remark, trying to keep the snark out of your tone. You know he always means well. “You look good.” He takes his hands off of you and puts them on his stomach.
“Your mom has me on some kind of greens and beans diet, says it will help me live longer.” You smile, a little awkward, not sure what to say about that—your dad is typically the meat and potatoes type, so you figure some variety can’t hurt, but if you say that you’ll never hear the end of it, and you’ve already got a headache.
“Where is mom, anyway?” You shift your bag on your shoulder, and your dad clues in, takes it from you and starts walking up the staircase.
“Oh, she’s at the gym, then taking care of some last minute things for the party.” You pause at the base of the stairs, sigh softly.
“Party?” You weren’t told about any party. Your dad keeps walking, and you’re forced to follow.
“Yeah, nothing major, just some people from the office and their spouses coming over for drinks tonight. Maybe some of their kids,” he adds innocently, and you can’t help rolling your eyes.
By kids, he means sons: eligible sons to try to set you up with. You wouldn’t mind being in a room full of hot, single men vying for your attention any other time—in fact, it’s been a little while, and your most recent hookup was lackluster, so you’re a bit more tightly wound than usual—but the kinds of men your parents bring around aren’t your type at all. You’re career driven yourself, but all they want to talk about is how they plan to be the youngest partner at their firm, or the clubs they can get into, or worst of all, money. Your potentially somewhat relaxing vacation just went to shit in no time at all.
“I didn’t bring anything to wear to a cocktail party.”
“I think mom got you a dress, honey. Check your closet after you get unpacked.” He pushes the door to your former bedroom open, and you’re assaulted by the color lavender; somehow you’d actually forgotten how purple it is. “You’ll look beautiful no matter what you wear.” He sets your bag on the bed—oh god, the frilly purple comforter, you may have actually repressed that memory—and you drop your other luggage there too. “I’ll give you some time to get settled in, maybe order some lunch for us? Vesuvios?”
As irritated as you are about the party, it’s sweet that he remembers your favorite restaurant. You went there for dinner after you graduated from high school, college, and law school, so there are lots of great memories associated with the place.
“Do they adhere to the greens and beans diet?” you ask with a grin, and he puts his finger up to his lips to silence you.
“What mom doesn’t know won’t hurt her, right?” You shake your head fondly, and he slips out of your room and leaves you to it.
You start unloading your clothes into the empty dresser, hanging them in the closet that holds things like your prom dresses, graduation gowns, old cheerleading and volleyball uniforms. Every touch of silky fabric is a memory, and at this point in your life most of them are good, even if they weren’t at the time. It’s kind of nice to remember where you came from, when where you are now can be so hectic, so fast-paced you don’t see the forest for the trees.
Feeling nostalgic, you walk over to your desk, where you spent so much time with your face crammed into textbooks it’s not even funny, and flip through your old stationary set—what teenager had her own stationery? You were a total nerd—and photos you’d taken off the mirror but left sitting in a pile to be packed away eventually.
You snap out of the past after that, finish putting your toiletries away, setting up your laptop and chargers where you want them, then shove your empty suitcases in the closet and grab your phone to head downstairs.
You meet up with your dad in the kitchen, where he is opening steaming takeout containers full of Italian food. You grab some plates from the overhead cabinet and lean against the counter, look over the offerings to decide what you’ll have.
“So how are things at the ACLU?” he asks with a bit of a teasing tone. You’re well aware of the fact that he thinks you could be doing more—translation: making more—in private practice, or working for the government like he does, but neither of those things interest you and he is well aware of that.
“They’re really good, actually. We’re working on a disability rights case now that will probably make national news if we win.” It’s been forever since you had penne arrabbiata, since it’s not very easy to eat at your desk without running the risk of staining your blouse with spicy red sauce, so you load up your plate with it, add wilted spinach for color, a piece of garlic bread because it’s garlic bread. You lick your thumb, and your dad points a finger in your direction in that way that means he’s about to give you life advice.
“When you win; if you’re not confident about your capabilities, no one else will be.” You roll your eyes good-naturedly, nod, because that’s a pro tip you’ve heard time and time again. “If you came to work at the bureau, you’d win more of your cases; Constitutional law isn’t easy.” He says that like you don’t already know, like you haven’t been working in your current department for more than a year. You sigh.
“I’m not really the bureau type, dad.” You take your plate over to the breakfast table, sit down and start to pick at your food. Arguing about your chosen career path is enough to make you lose your appetite, even for your favorite dish. Your dad follows, sits across from you.
“You’re so smart, honey, you could be if you wanted to.” He takes a bite of fettuccine alfredo, points his fork at you. “Hey, maybe you could talk to Jim from the Office of General Counsel tonight—or maybe Aaron. You’d be really interested in the work his team does.”
“Who’s Aaron again?” You don’t recognize the name, so he’s probably not one of the attorneys on your dad’s team, but he works closely with so many departments you might have heard it before and missed it.
“Friend from work. He’s the unit chief at the Behavioral Analysis Unit. They’re criminal psychologists or something. Profilers,” he says, snapping his fingers. “That’s what they call them. They get into criminals’ heads, analyze them and interrogate them. I know you minored in psychology, I bet he could get you an internship.” You laugh at that, because he always gives you advice about furthering your career, but that’s a step backward for you and he can't be so dense not to realize it.
“An internship? I’m a little old for that, don't you think? Not to mention I have a job that I love.” You stab at your food, more than a little agitated by the current conversation.
“Never too late to get your foot in the door, sweetie. It’d be great to see you more, that’s all I’m saying,” he adds, ending on a gentler note, and you sigh. Your mom does it too, but your dad is an expert into guilting you into doing what he thinks is best. Unfortunately, you’ve never handled guilt very well.
“Okay. I’ll talk to him, if it means that much to you,” you promise, and you both smile and make easy small talk for the rest of the meal.
The dress your mom bought for you for the party is a black, sleeveless, designer cocktail dress, something more form fitting than you would normally wear—she is evidently trying very hard to find you an eligible bachelor tonight. You pair it with your favorite jewelry, simple heels, and when you head downstairs your mom acts like it’s prom night all over again.
“Oh sweetie, you look so beautiful!” She puts her hands on your arms, spins you around. “You’re looking too thin—must be eating a lot of salads on that paralegal salary,” she throws over her shoulder to your dad, and they both laugh. You wish life were a documentary so there was a camera you could look into with an unimpressed expression.
“I’m a staff attorney actually. Fully accredited,” you add, but it’s no use. If you don’t follow in your dad’s footsteps, you will always be seen as living beneath your potential, and therefore always the butt of these types of jokes.
You love them, really, and you know they love you, but they are not the most supportive pair by a long shot. They made sure you got into a great college, let you follow your law school dreams—and you’re grateful, won’t deny their money is a privilege so many other people in your position do not possess—but that was only because those were their dreams as well. As soon as you told them about taking the position at the ACLU, it was like the tables were turned, and instead of your accomplishments, all they saw was wasted potential.
It’s enough to keep you away most of the time, which sucks, but it is what it is. It’s easier to love them from afar, so that’s what you do.
At the party, you shake hands, talk about the weather, introduce yourself to so many middle aged white guys and their sons that their faces all start to blur together. After half an hour you excuse yourself, head to the bar for a drink, and come to stand next to a middle aged white guy you have not introduced yourself to—this one, you’d have remembered, because he is tall, broad, serious looking, and very handsome.
If you were a dog, he’d have your ears perking up, no doubt about that. Instead, your heart just races a little.
“I have to say, these FBI parties are even less fun than I thought they’d be,” you comment as you wait for your drink. The man lifts the corner of his mouth in a slight smile.
“Get a bunch of men who are past their prime in one room, and all you hear about are the glory days. Can’t get a word in edgewise.” The bartender hands you your glass, and you turn to fully face the stranger.
“Why aren’t you talking about your glory days?” You immediately kind of want to slap yourself. Your social skills have been exhausted tonight, apparently. “I’m sorry, that was rude; I didn’t mean to insinuate that you’re… past your prime.” You give him a brief once over, because he deserves it, is even more gorgeous up close than you’d initially assessed; he chuckles softly, sips on his own drink.
“It wasn’t rude, it was… shrewd.” His own gaze lingers on your face, maybe the neckline of your dress, just a little. “Your father’s really happy you’re here, wouldn’t stop talking about it.”
“Yeah, he's one of the most ambitious people I know; he gets an idea in his head and won’t rest until he’s seen it through.” It’s a quality that sounds good on paper, but when it’s constantly being applied to your life, it’s more tiring than anything. “Right now he’s trying to get me to bully one of these poor guys into giving me an internship, as if I’m not twenty-nine years old with a career of my own.” He wets his lips, laughs again.
“I think I’m the poor guy—Aaron Hotchner. I’m the unit chief overseeing the BAU.” Wow, 0 for 2. This guy’s got to think you’re a complete idiot. He extends a hand and you shake it firmly, melt a little because his palm is so broad, his fingers so thick.
“Right, I’m so sorry. Feel free to tell me right now that I’m not the right fit, and I’ll slink off and hide in a corner somewhere for the rest of the night.”
“No need for that. You strike me as someone who would be a great fit for my team, if that was something you actually wanted.”
You aren’t looking for a career change in the slightest, but you can’t deny it would be tempting to report to this man every day.
“It’s not that I’m not curious about what you do; my dad told me a little, and it sounds really intriguing. I just have a lot on my plate right now. If the offer had come up before I started my current job, I would be all over it.” You smile, shrug. “Unless you could have me intern for the next two weeks I’ll be on vacation, I’ll have to politely decline the offer you haven't actually made me.” You smile, and so does he.
“Now who’s ambitious?” he asks with a raised eyebrow; the way he says it, like he finds it charming, makes your face heat a little. You’ve never connected like this at one of your dad’s FBI events, and even though there’s no way it ends well—if anything even starts—you feel the need to see how far you can go. Even if it’s just a little flirting. Even if it’s just tonight.
“Have you ever been here before tonight?” you ask after a beat. You take a sip of your drink, and he mirrors you. You lean in a little closer.
“Once, briefly. I didn’t get a grand tour, or anything.” You smile—bingo—and reach out to place a hand on his arm.
“Oh, I’d be happy to give you one, if you like. Usually my dad is all about it, but he looks occupied.” You both glance across the room at where he is in the middle of a group of men—still discussing their glory days, no doubt—and Aaron looks at you again, nods.
“Sure, I’d love one.” You show him around downstairs, the backyard, the garage—he doesn’t seem to care about the cars at all—and then go upstairs, show him guest rooms, the master bath your mother recently remodeled; he gets a little closer as you go, and you smile more, flirt a bit. You stop outside the door to your room, block it with your body while you talk about the art hanging in the hall; he’s very good at reading your body language, apparently, because he leans closer to you, puts his hand on the doorknob next to your hip.
“What’s this room?” he asks, feigning innocence, and you put your arm over his.
“Oh, no, we’re not going in there. That’s my old bedroom.” He smiles, and you grimace.
“You mean the room I most want to see now? Come on.” He turns the knob, hears it click, and you cover your face with your hand, sigh.
“This is going to be really embarrassing. It’s exactly the way it looked when I went to college, and that was over ten years ago.” You push the door open with your hand, walk in and flick on the light. Aaron follows, chuckles.
“It’s... purple. Cute.” He makes toward the bed, touches one of the frills on the comforter with his big, broad hand. The juxtaposition of your innocent lavender bedding being stroked by the fingers you can’t stop staring at is a very interesting one.
“No, it’s not cute, it’s horrifying,” you say, and when he walks toward the open closet, you begin to regret this little tour. He pulls out your prom dress, your cheerleading uniform.
“Cheerleader, huh? You don’t seem the type.” He looks over at you, and you push it back into the closet, lead him away from it with your hands on his arms.
“I’m not. It was important to my mom.” The two of you are by your dresser now, and he leans in to look in the mirror, at you standing behind him and not his own reflection.
“I see. Do you always put other people's needs before your own?” You sidle up next to him, and he turns to face you.
“This is what you do, right? You… deduce for a living? Like Sherlock?” That makes him laugh, which in turn makes you smile.
“It’s called profiling, but that’s accurate enough.” You feel a challenge brewing inside you, take a step closer to him.
“Okay… What can you tell me about myself by looking around the room? Remember, this stuff is from ten years ago; a lot could have changed.” He crosses his arms, nods.
“You’re right, but your core values wouldn’t have.”
Slowly, he walks around the room, taking things in, touching things, looking back at you briefly and then rifling through parts of your past. It’s a few minutes before he speaks again.
“I think your father wants you to work at the bureau, and you don’t want to because you’ve always felt like you’d live in his shadow if you followed the same career path. You want to blaze your own trail, do what fulfills you, not let his last name be what moves you up the ladder.”
That’s all scarily true, so you nod, cross your arms, lean your butt against your desk.
“I think you’re afraid of commitment because you don’t think any relationship you’re in will ever measure up to what your parents have.” That stings a little, but he’s not wrong. He points to a flyer stuck to a cork board, something about a charity project you’d worked on that revolved around recycling. “Environmentally conscious: I bet you drive a hybrid, and if your dad bought it for you, it’s a... BMW.”
He glances back, and you encourage him to go on. He points to a copy of your Georgetown diploma hanging on the wall, then picks up a cheerleading trophy on your dresser.
“You were a cheerleader to please your mom, went to Georgetown to please your dad, excelled at both; you’re an only child, so you felt you couldn’t let them down. My question is,” he says, looking up at you curiously, “what pleases you?” The words make your heart beat fast; you lick your lips, tilt your head.
“Not much.” He comes closer, arms crossed again.
“Why?” God, that’s a loaded question for a Friday night, for the first day of your vacation. You absently wonder if he’s going to bill you for this impromptu therapy session.
“I find it difficult to ask for what I want,” you ultimately say, and he moves even closer. His stare is probing, and you speculate that he may have been a lawyer before the FBI. The look on his face is the same one you’ve seen in many courtrooms over your short career.
“Of course you do. You’ve never done it before. You've spent your whole life asking other people what they want from you.”
You feel very seen, and you kind of hate it, but you also kind of like it—that he’s able to dissect you like this is a huge turn on. What that says about you, you’re not entirely sure; maybe that you enjoy being seen for who you are—for all that you are—instead of who you know, or who you could have been, for a change.
“I think you didn’t lose your virginity until college—your second year.” It feels like bringing that up is a bold move for him; he doesn’t meet your eyes when he says it. “I would guess you got drunk for the first time around then, too. Your first year you were trying to navigate the feeling of not being under anyone’s thumb anymore; your second year, you finally felt like your own woman, you wanted to try new things, but it made you feel out of control and you don’t like that. Even now you only drink socially, never to get drunk.” He is directly in front of you now, and he reaches out a hand, brushes it over your cheek. “I also think you gravitate toward men you find inappropriate and unattainable so you don’t have to worry about being the reason your relationships fail.”
He looks into your eyes with a questioning gaze. It’s a painfully accurate take, but he softens the blow with the gentle touch.
“Wow, you’re kind of an asshole,” you breathe, but you smile, and he laughs low.
“Maybe. But am I wrong?” You nod your head, and his face falls a little, so you narrow your eyes to mess with him a bit.
“Only about one thing: I actually drive a Kia hybrid. And I bought it myself, for your information.” He smiles, and you press your hands against his chest; it’s crazy how quickly he drops back into the serious expression you first saw him wearing by the bar. “Are you unattainable and inappropriate?”
“I work with your father; we’re the same age. We play golf together sometimes.” He doesn’t seem uncomfortable, doesn’t back away or remove your hands. You slide them down his body, over his stomach, stop at his belt, and he looks the way you feel: tightly wound, aroused, a little breathless.
“That doesn’t really answer my question, Aaron. May I do some profiling of my own?” You look up at him, curious, and he nods.
“Be my guest,” he murmurs, and you lean back. You rake your eyes over his body slowly—there’s no mistaking your appraisal for what it is. “No ring on your finger, but there’s no way you haven’t been married before. My guess is you’re divorced, and it wasn’t your idea.” You look up at his face, smile softly. “Sorry. You weren’t exactly pulling punches either.” He huffs a laugh.
“You’re right: I wasn’t pulling punches. You’re right about the divorce, too. Go on.” You nod, hum.
“Okay. You have a strong moral compass; you always do what’s right, even when it’s difficult. It’s what makes you such a great leader for your team. You like to go by the book, you’re a Fed through and through—but when it comes down to the bureau or the people you care about, you’ll fight the establishment with all you have. You aren’t a blind believer in the government; you have your criticisms, and you aren’t shy about voicing them.”
“Unlike your father,” he says, and you sigh. “You don’t have an appreciation for his work.”
“No, I really don’t.” Your dad specializes in Freedom of Information Act litigation—he does his best to keep the FBI from actually living up to its commitment to be transparent with the American people, and it doesn’t sit right with you, never has. You may both be attorneys, but you could not be more different if you tried. “But I’m profiling you, remember?”
“Right. Please continue.”
“This might be going out on a limb, but I think you went to law school. The way you speak, and the way you looked at me earlier? It was a little like cross-examination. Am I right about that?” His answering smile actually looks pleased.
“You are. I was a prosecutor for a number of years before joining the FBI. I think it’s something you don’t ever really lose.”
“For better or worse,” you say with a smile of your own. Happy with your assessment, you move a little closer again. “One more thing. I don’t think you’re the kind of man who would normally let a woman take you into her bedroom after less than an hour of knowing her. Childhood or otherwise.” You smooth your hands down either side of his tie, over his firm chest and solid midsection. “Maybe you saw something in me you liked?”
“I was... dreading coming here tonight.” He brings his hands up to cover yours, but doesn’t pull them away, just holds them. “If you’ve been to one of these parties, you’ve been to them all—no offense to your father—and I was contemplating a good excuse to leave early, if I’m being honest. Then you showed up at my side—my friend’s mysterious daughter that I’ve heard so much about—and you’re funny, and charming. Insightful. Vulnerable.” He squeezes your hands, presses them closer to his chest. “Beautiful. It’s been a long time since I’ve looked at someone and felt an instant connection. Do you feel it?” His voice is just above a whisper, and you nod lightly.
You aren’t the type of woman to take a man into her bedroom after less than an hour of knowing him, childhood or otherwise, but he makes you want so badly you’re almost ravenous—you’ve felt this way before, maybe twice in your life, but neither of those experiences ended with you getting what you wanted. You really hope this time might be different.
“Kiss me?” He takes a breath and then presses his lips together.
“I shouldn’t.”
“I know. But will you?” After a beat, he does, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours, moving his hands to your face as he deepens it.
It’s not a hard kiss, but rough around the edges, your noses pressed together, mouths seeking contact even as you pull apart for breath. He kisses like he needs it, tastes like bourbon, feels like heaven; it’s steamy, wet, makes your chest heave and your pussy throb. When he walks you backward, gently presses your body against your desk, you hop up onto it easily and pull him closer, between your spread knees.
“Aaron,” you sigh over his lips, and his hands move to your thighs, pushing up your dress so he can get closer to you. You glide your fingers through his hair, plant a hand on the desk, then feel something tip over, hear the soft sound of paper sliding over the edge.
Aaron looks down, picks up a lavender envelope; he holds it up with a question in his eye and an enamored look on his face.
“‘From the desk of…’ You had personalized stationery at eighteen?” His mouth is a little red from the kiss still, and he’s teasing you, perfect; you smile, can’t believe this is happening.
“I liked to write to my congressman… and Ruth Bader Ginsburg,” you pant. He chuckles, kisses you a little softer than before, then moves down your throat, sweeps his tongue over your pulse. “Mmm. Right there.”
He pauses to look up at you, hair mussed from your fingers, and you push his jacket off his shoulders; he shifts to full height, helps you take it off, and you drape it over your desk chair, work the knot of his tie loose.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asks as your fingers slip down the front of his shirt, freeing his buttons. You unclasp his belt, open his pants, and stretch up for a kiss, touching his face; you nod when you pull back.
“Absolutely. Are you?” He nods too, all serious eyebrows you want to kiss, mouth you want back on yours, on your throat, anywhere.
“Absolutely.” You step down off the desk, run your hands over his arms, then kick off your shoes and walk over to the door, close and lock it; when you pass him again, you guide him to the bed and sit in his lap, clutch at his shoulders and kiss him with as much desperation as he showed you before. There’s a lot of heavy breathing, sighing, moans from you both, and if just kissing is this good, you can’t imagine what he’ll be like inside of you.
When you can find it in yourself to stop kissing him, you pull back and climb out of his lap, present the back of your dress so he can ease down the zipper. He pushes it off, large, warm hands gliding over your body until it hits the floor in a heap unbecoming of the designer label. Your mother would lose her mind.
“You are incredibly beautiful,” Aaron says as he moves his hands to your hips, sliding your panties down and leaning in to press his lips to your stomach. You sigh, press a hand to the back of his head while his mouth explores you where you’re soft and sensitive. You’d like it lower, but there may not be time for that tonight. “What do you want with an old man like me?”
“None of that.” You sweep your hands over his shoulders, sink down onto his lap again, and his hands fall to your bare hips, squeezing you softly; you close your eyes for a moment, so overwhelmed by just the simplest touch. “Like you said: I feel a connection.” Your fingers move to push his shirt open, to lift his undershirt so you can get your hands on bare skin and soft body and hair. He groans, and you kiss him, deep and slow, hands moving to take off both shirts and add them to his jacket on your chair. You take a deep breath, reach out to touch his cheek. “Connect with me.”
He takes your hand, brings your palm to his mouth and kisses it, then drags it down so your fingers slide over his lips; you swallow hard, can feel wetness pooling between your legs, so you slide off of him and onto the bed—however sexy it may be to leave your mark on him, you do both have to return to the party at some point.
Sitting up beside him, you touch his body, ease his pants and boxers down; he takes them off along with his shoes, and you pull the comforter out from under you, push it to the side, let yourself lay back and bask in the look and feel of him as he settles between your knees, leans in for a kiss.
It’s even more intense than before, somehow, his thighs against yours, strong arms supporting him, and you drag your nails lightly up his body, tip your head back and sigh when his lips trail from the base of your throat to your jaw.
He moves a hand low, rubs his fingers between your lips and presses one finger inside you, slowly glides it in and out so you’re moaning, sighing his name.
“That feels so good,” you breathe, and he moves his mouth to yours again, soft and wet, the slide of his tongue sinfully delicious. He adds a second finger, earns more gasping moans, then a third; with the help of a capable thumb stroking over your clit, you come, and he kisses the praise right out of your mouth and then pushes inside you.
His mouth doesn’t leave yours, keeps you close as he thrusts inside, gradually lowering his weight onto you until you feel him everywhere: chest soft against yours, stomachs pressing together as you both work your hips, as your hands grasp his back to keep him close, heavy. Connected.
“You’re perfect. You feel incredible, baby,” he speaks against your lips in a rare moment apart, and you hitch your knees up higher, press the heels of your feet against his ass.
You thought he looked turned on before, but now he looks like he’s being consumed by it, like he wants to thrust deeper into you, make a home in your body and never leave; you would be more than okay with that, to spend the next two weeks beneath him, holding him close, sharing breath and sweat and pleasure so complete it changes you profoundly.
He moves a hand behind your head, cradles it, and sucks wet kisses against your throat—nothing so deep as to leave a mark, but that doesn’t mean you’re not panting, whimpering, begging for more.
“Aaron. Hmm, oh. You’re so gorgeous, I—everything about you.” He pulls away from your neck, peers down at you, and you’re sure you’re a sight to behold in your desperation; your palms smooth down his back, to his sides, and you hug him close, squeeze him hard when he comes, panting your name against your throat and pumping roughly inside.
You meet his every thrust, dig your nails into his hips, and he leans forward, covers your mouth with his and grinds against you until your second blissful orgasm shudders through your limbs. You clench tight around him, moan, then slowly sag back against the mattress, more thoroughly satisfied than you’ve ever been in your life.
He shifts, half on top of you and half off, his kisses gradually slowing, his hands sweeping over your shoulders, your face, your arms. When you’re calm, content, you sigh, kiss his hands and cheeks and lips; you’re warm, and you curl around him, overheated skin on skin, and never want to leave.
“Mmm,” he rumbles against your shoulder, mouthing at it, and you sigh, scrape your nails through his hair.
“Mm hmm. Think I can die happy now,” you murmur, and he shifts up to look at you, a smile curving softly from the corner of his mouth.
“Don’t die on me, now.” You smile too, scoot closer for slow kisses. You’re both happy to lay there, quietly kissing, but eventually it’s clear you need to return to the party in order to avoid suspicion—not that you think anyone would ever guess what just occurred.
You dress side by side, turning to have him fix your zipper, reaching up to help him with his tie. When you’re both technically decent enough to head downstairs, you plan to give him a head start, but the two of you get caught up in one more deeply sensual kiss that almost makes you want to just say screw it and take his clothes off again. He can tell, has the barest hint of a smirk on his face when the kiss breaks, and he punctuates it with a soft press of lips before walking out the door.
With your spare few minutes, you look around the room—and at your rumpled, frilly, lavender bed, on which you just had super hot sex with one of your dad’s friends, it’s still kind of sinking in—and wonder what the rest of your vacation could possibly bring that could top this night.
At breakfast the next morning, you find out.
You and your parents are discussing the party, who got too drunk to function, who left with the wrong wife, which of your dad’s friend’s sons you got along with most, and then he drops the bomb on you.
“And see, honey, I told you talking to Aaron would be beneficial.” You choke on a bite of scrambled eggs, try to wash it down with a sip of juice; your mom pats you on the back until the moment passes.
“What?” you ask, voice barely a squeak. You clear your throat and try again. “What about Aaron, dad?” He flips the newspaper he’s holding to the next page and peers over it at you.
“I told you talking to Aaron would be beneficial. Before he left last night, he told me all about the internship—it’s nice of him to set it up for the two weeks you’re here, so you can get some experience under your belt.” You briefly think about your experience under Aaron’s belt, but it’s really not the time.
He really set you up with an internship—one he knows you aren’t interested in—based on the offhand comment you’d made about squeezing it into your two week vacation. You’d be kind of irritated at him for making the plans on your behalf, but if it means the next two weeks are anything like last night, he’s going to make it well worth your while.
The internship excites both of your parents, and your mom declares it a girls day, takes you out for some new clothes, since you didn’t bring any workwear, for a manicure and pedicure and then drinks. She talks about what a great opportunity this will be for you, and you don’t have the heart—or maybe you just don’t care anymore—to argue about what great opportunities you’ve already made possible for yourself.
Sunday is for relaxing, and not internally panicking about seeing Aaron again. Friday night was incredible, but you didn’t think it would turn into anything, considering he is your dad’s friend, and you’re only here for a couple weeks.
You have to hand it to him, though: if he enjoyed himself as much as you did, and this internship is his way of getting to spend more time with you, he has managed to do what you haven’t been able for twenty-nine years—find a way to please your parents while finally pleasing yourself.
Monday morning, you show up at the BAU office to receive a photo ID badge and fill out some paperwork. You don’t actually get to meet anyone from the BAU until after lunch, and when you do, Aaron is nowhere to be seen.
“Hi, I’m looking for Unit Chief Hotchner?” you say to a fair-skinned woman with long blonde hair and a kind smile. “I’m interning for the next couple weeks.” There is a man with her, Black, tall, bald, with very expressive eyebrows; the eyebrows don’t look like they think very highly of you.
“You’re an intern? A little old, aren’t you?” After a beat, his face breaks into a smile, and you roll your eyes, huff a laugh.
“Charmer. Yes, I’m definitely too old to be an intern; do you have overbearing parents by chance?” He raises his hands, palms up, and takes a step back.
“No, but enough said.” The blonde woman laughs, and he nods in your direction. “I’m Derek Morgan, this is JJ Jareau. Come with me, I’ll take you to Hotch.”
You thank him, follow as he leads you across the room and up some stairs.
“So what’s he like, Agent Hotchner?” you ask, wanting someone else’s opinion of Aaron as a boss, a coworker—anything other than the one night stand that wasn’t. You really know so little about him.
“He’s a good guy; smart, fair, great at what he does. A little tightly wound; could stand to live a little.” He looks back at you with a grin. “He’ll probably remind you a little of your dad.”
God. It almost makes you throw up in your mouth a little.
“You know, I doubt it, but thanks for the warning.” He knocks on a closed door at the end of the hall, and a moment later, Aaron answers it. His expression doesn’t change as Derek introduces you, and when he walks away with a friendly pat on your shoulder, Aaron gestures you in. He closes the door behind you and looks carefully over your face.
“Hi,” he says, and you see that hint of a smirk on his face again. You take a moment to appraise the room—there’s a window with blinds that are closed, a desk and chairs, bookcases, a printer, more windows on the far side, a loveseat. You look back at Aaron with a raised brow.
“Hi. What am I doing here?” His expression gets serious, like he can’t tell if you’re pleased or upset with him for the surprise. You sit down on the loveseat, set your bag down, and he sits down next to you.
“I know you wanted to get your father off your back, and you did say if I could squeeze an internship into two weeks that you’d be interested.” You smile a little, because you did say that. “I thought it might be nice to see you a little more, too. You’re under no obligation to stay,” he assures you, briefly looking down, and then he takes your hand. “But surely there are worse ways to spend your vacation?”
You give him an uncertain look, like you’re really trying to decide what you’d like to do, and then you push up your skirt and swiftly straddle his thighs, press your hands against his shoulders. His mouth falls open a little, and you lean in to catch it with yours.
“I have been thinking about you all weekend,” he mutters into the kiss, wraps his arms around your back. “Have you thought about me?”
“Only every night.” He groans at your words, lets his head fall back a little, and you press your lips to the column of his throat, nip softly with your teeth. “Every morning. Every minute.” You bite at the shell of his ear, kiss it, card your fingers through his hair. “Do I have an actual job to do here?” You pull back, and he raises his eyebrows; you can’t help the grin that takes over your expression. “Because if not, I’m going to focus on making this the best two weeks of your life.”
He pulls you in for another kiss, a little rougher than before, deeper, and you tug on his hair, pant against his cheek when you separate.
“In that case, no. You don’t have a job to do here.” You tilt your head, and he smiles a little. “I'm the boss, I make the rules.” That kind of thing has never done it for you before, but you have to admit it’s making you feel some type of way right now. You sweep your hands inside his jacket, squeeze his sides.
“Mmm, yes you do. Hey, do you think there’s enough room for me to fit under your desk?” He wets his lips, and you climb off of him, walk around to check it out for yourself, bending over his desk in your tight black skirt to peek beneath it. You look up to see Aaron is not shy about taking in the view, and you grin. “Spacious.”
He walks toward you, and when he’s closer, his eyes look dark with need; his hands look like they ache to reach out and touch. You step forward, let yourself be caged in against the desk by his arms, and you arch your back a little, open his belt slowly.
“I didn’t set this up so you would feel obligated to do this.” You sigh, lean up to catch his lips in a soft kiss.
“I know you didn’t. But if I want to?” You tug down his zipper, slip your hand inside his underwear, feel him hot and stiff in your palm. “And you want to?” He nods tightly and you kiss him again, squeeze him softly, sweep your tongue between his lips. “Then let’s.”
You take a step back, push his chair far enough out of the way that you can crawl under the desk, come up on your knees; he exhales deeply, then sinks down into his chair, stretches his long legs so they rest on either side of your body, holds his pants open for you. You look up at him, hope he sees how ridiculously eager you are to do this, and you take his dick out, stroke it a couple times, and cover it with your mouth.
“My god,” he sighs, head resting back against his seat. You hold him with both hands, suck deep and wet, moan a little when he spreads his legs further apart. “Your mouth feels so good, baby. Does this make you wet?” You pull off, move one hand to slide up his stomach, clutch his shirt there.
“Very, but I’m patient. Want to make you come.” He wets his lips, sighs, and you dip your head, lick up the length of him before sucking him back down.
He is all perfect, desperate noises, soft grunts and moans, gently palming your head as he gets closer, and you’re pretty sure he’s about to get off when there’s a knock at the door. He mutters a curse, and you squeeze his stomach, determined to make him come in the next five seconds. He looks like he’s going to lose his mind.
“Just a minute,” he manages, his voice strained, and he puts his hands on your arms, but you stroke and suck him quickly, actually sigh in relief when he spills in your mouth; your only regret is that he couldn’t be louder.
As soon as he’s through coming, you duck under the desk to wipe your mouth, and he hurries to fix his fly, to close his belt. There’s another knock, and he exhales, calls for whoever is on the other side to come in.
He accidentally bangs his knee off the desk, winces, and you lean back against it, panting, your heart racing.
“Aaron!”
Your eyes snap closed. What are the actual chances of this? You don’t know enough about karma to have an opinion on it, but you come to the sudden realization that you must have done something wrong in a past life.
“Hey, what are you doing in our neck of the woods?” Aaron asks, managing to sound like he is in fact not talking to the father of the woman who just swallowed his come.
“Looking for my little girl, of course. Had to see what she was getting up to on her first day at the FBI.”
“She’s actually… downstairs. In the mailroom. Interns start at the bottom and work their way up.” You stifle a laugh, because despite your compromising position, that’s kind of funny.
“Oh, okay. Agent Morgan thought she was up here, but I guess she must have snuck by him. Would you tell her I stopped by?”
“Absolutely. She’ll be happy to hear it,” he says, and you think you might be out of the woods, but you hear your dad’s voice again.
“Hey I almost forgot to mention: Monday Night Football tonight, got a bunch of guys coming over to watch the game. You interested?”
“You know, that would be great. You can text me the details. Thanks for the invitation.”
“Sure, of course. I really appreciate you taking care of my girl.” You have to bite your lip this time, and Aaron taps his foot against your hip.
“It’s my pleasure. She’s really wonderful. You should be proud.”
“I am. I’ll text you the details,” he says, and then the door closes and Aaron pulls back, looks down at you beneath the desk. You kind of just stare at each other for a minute.
“Close call?” you say with a shrug, and he helps you to your feet, then lifts you up and sets your ass on the edge of his desk. He grabs your face for a messy kiss, and you cling to him, breathless when he pulls back.
“What does it say about me that I’m turned on again?” he asks, and you shake your head, pull him close for another kiss.
“I don’t know, but I’m really turned on, too. Can you—” That’s as far as you get before he strides over to the door, flips the lock, and comes back to push your skirt up, tug your panties down to your knees so quickly it makes you gasp. He gets on his knees slowly, looks up at your face, and puts his hands on your hips, takes a few deep, thorough licks of your pussy. “Oh, my god.” You put your hand on the back of his head, drop your ass harder against the desk and press your other palm against it for support.
He is as enthusiastic as you were for him, slipping his tongue between your lips, gliding rhythmically over your opening but not pressing in, the tease. It feels insanely good, so much but not quite enough.
“Aaron. Oh, mmm—please. Please.” You sigh, dig your fingers into his hair, and he puts his hands under your ass and tilts you back on the desk, dives lower to start thrusting inside you with his tongue. “Yes, yeah, right there,” you murmur, and you rock your hips a little; your hand slips, sending you further back on the desk so that you’re almost laying back on it, and it makes you feel so deliciously dirty that you groan, grab at the collar of his jacket at the back of his neck.
“You okay?” he asks, pulling back to look up at you, and you nod, frantic; he licks his lips, lifts your legs and puts them over his shoulders, then dips down to stroke his tongue inside you, to press a finger inside alongside it.
“Holy—oh, yes.” You toss your head back, whine, and come around his finger while his tongue flicks in and out until you’re left breathless, spent.
You press yourself up to sitting, and Aaron stands, kisses you deeply, hands on your face while you’re still slick on his tongue. After a couple of minutes, he helps you get cleaned and straightened up, his kisses soft presses of lips this time.
“I should try to get some work done,” he says, but he doesn’t sound like he wants to; after that, you can’t really blame him.
“That’s okay; I brought my laptop, so I can work on some stuff too, if you don’t mind.” He doesn’t of course, and you get set up at the other end of his desk. You’re both plugging away at your work when you’re reminded of something from earlier; you close the lid of your computer and look over at Aaron, head tilted. “I didn’t take you for someone who likes football.” He smiles, taps his pen against his chin.
“I don’t. But I figured you’ll be there.” You smile back.
“Yeah, I’ll be there. Maybe I’ll see if my old cheerleading uniform still fits—you know, just to go with the theme.” You open your computer back up, but the look on Aaron’s face out of the corner of your eye is very, very promising.
“Mmh, that feels good,” you murmur, one hand on Aaron’s shoulder and the other on his thigh; he is propped up against your pillows, massaging your bare breast and your clit while you roll your hips in his lap. Your cheerleading skirt fits, mostly, but you couldn’t zip it all the way; still, it’s the only thing you’re wearing, and you can’t deny the whole situation is so hot it hurts.
“You feel so incredible. Taking me so well.” He can’t kiss you in this position, and you can tell he wants to—you really want him to—so you feel a little like a tease as you work your ass and thighs atop him. “You know you’re beautiful, but I can’t stop saying it. You’re perfect, baby—in this little skirt?” He moves the hand from your breast to your hip under the skirt, squeezes you there. “So sexy. Do you remember any cheers for me?”
You groan, roll your eyes.
“Not worth the orgasm to embarrass myself,” you say, and he lifts his hips, slams up into you hard. “Mmh. Okay, almost worth the orgasm, but not going to do it.” He lifts an eyebrow, pumps his hips up again.
“Really? Not even if I…” He lunges forward, lifting you out of his lap and making you laugh, then maneuvers you onto your stomach, gets on his knees behind you, flips up the skirt.
“God, Aaron,” you sigh, and he presses his thighs right up against your ass, slides inside, pumps slow and steady while squeezing your cheeks, pulling you back toward him. Your fingers dig into the stupid, frilly bedspread, which will probably turn you on for the rest of your life, now, and you move back against his thrusts, moan.
“Worth it now?” he asks, filling you so completely, and you pant, hum.
“Wouldn’t you rather I just moan your name?” He leans forward at that, hands planted up under your arms, and leans in to speak into your ear; the way he’s pressed against you, the angle is perfect, and you’re right on the edge when his lips brush your throat.
“Yeah, why don’t you do that instead.” It takes about two seconds for you to come, and you aren’t shy about it, let his name fall from your lips in an endless string of praise. He hammers against your ass, the roughest he’s been—and god, does it feel good—then comes inside you murmuring your name.
He pulls out, rolls you over, and you finally kiss, make it count; it’s like the first night, how you can’t get enough of each other, messy, desperate, curling tongues and soft, eager lips, but you know you can’t keep it up forever, because his presence downstairs will be missed much sooner than Friday’s party.
You help him get dressed—in jeans and a blue polo, maybe the only time in your life a polo has made you wet—and then throw on a t-shirt and jeans of your own, head downstairs. You detour for the kitchen to grab a couple beers while he heads into the living room, and then you plop down next to him on the couch and hand him one like you weren’t just defiling your childhood bedroom yet again.
“There you are,” your dad says when he registers your presence—it’s impossible to get him to look away from the tv when a good game is on. “So how was your first day at the office? Think you’re going to like it there?”
“Yeah, I don’t know why I was resistant for so long.” You shift, put your leg under your butt, and take a sip of your beer. “It’s not going to be a career for me, but I have a really good feeling about the next two weeks.”
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1 Month Challenge
Hinata Shoyo X f!reader (SMUT 🔞)
Sum: A challenge came up by Hinata before he leave for a month of intensive volleyball training 🤭 (timeskip MSBY Hinata)
Warnings: +18 MDI, dirty talk, unprotected sex, oral receiving (both ways), hard edging, dirty talk, daddy shoyo, 69, hard orgasm deny, creampie, basically really filthy smut
Word count: 2504 words
Author’s Note: Its been 8 years since I last written smut HAHA please spare me 😭 Im loving timeskip buff hinata currently and this plot is something similar I saw on p*rn so I decided to write it 🤭
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“Sho! Have you packed all your stuff?” You shouted from the kitchen from you and Hinata’s apartment. Preparing breakfast for him before he leaves for his intensive training in Brazil with the MSBY team in an hour.
“Yes baby” Hinata whispered in your ears from behind while snaking his arms to your waist and pressing you to his chest. “Can you pass me the soy-sauce, I made your favorite” you kiss him on the cheek while preparing his favorite Japanese rice with raw egg and soy-sauce.
“What did I do to deserve you baby” he wipe his fake tear smiling at you while passing you the soy-sauce.
“Baby girl, remember to take care of yourself okay? I will be back in a month. I know your college exams are coming soon but without me reminding you to eat you wouldn’t eat, so please remember to eat okay?” You nodded while pouting, didn’t really want him to leave.
“I will tell Yams to check up on you too” he side-eye you, knowing you will forget to take care of yourself once you indulge yourself into studying. “You’re so nagging haha” you pass him a cup of ice chocolate while ruffling his hair.
“Anyway baby, before I leave let’s come up with a challenge?” he asked while helping you wash the dishes and drying it. He pulled you to the couch and sat down while pulling you onto his lap, straddling him.
“What’s up your sleeve again?” You run your hands cupping his head from behind and play with his fluffy orange hair. “You see, I will be gone for a month and we won’t get to fuck” he said in a teasing voice. Knowing him, your high sex drive boyfriend for 2 years he will be having this dirty thoughts 24/7.
“And yeah what about it?” You rest your cheek on his chest and hug his waist instead. “Don’t touch yourself for a month, and when I come back I will breed you till morning” he smirk at you. “Hey not fair, what about you?” Knowing his horny ass he will probably run to the bathroom to finish himself off, “Both of us, it’s a challenge for both of us”
“I am up for it, but can you?” You tease him back. “You bet” he kiss you on the lips while carrying you into your shared bedroom, breeding you for the last time before he leaves for training.
It was already the 3rd week since Hinata has gone for his intensive training in Brazil, he had been sending you photos of himself shirtless almost everyday, but a prominent outline of his hard dick is seen on this jersey pants in every picture.
my ninja sho❤️: Im sooo horny baby🙁 i wanna ruin you so bad 😘
you: shoyo… HAHAHAHAA just how hard are you 🤣🤣🤣
my ninja sho❤️: Just you wait, 1 more week and you won’t be able to walk after im done with you 🙃
you: 🤭🤭🤭🤭
Truth to be told, you was so close to touching yourself and relieving yourself, but you really wanted to see how long can you hold onto it. You busied yourself with studying, playing the new game you downloaded, eating lunch and having tea time with Yamaguchi in the cafe that you, Hinata, Yamaguchi and Tsukishima like to hang out in your free time. Yachi and Kageyama joined sometime too but Yachi has moved to Osaka for college and Kageyama was busy with travelling because of his volleyball career.
“So how are you coping without Shoyo?” Yamaguchi stop scrolling his phone, looked at you while sipping his frappe. “What do you mean?” You acted blur, you know what Yamaguchi was implying. But you didn’t want to remember anything of Hinata that will get you riled up.
“Oh come on, you two are the second horniest couple I have know. Well Tsukki and (tsukki’s gf name) being the first” he laughed since all of you had been friends since high school years.
“Not saying anything~~~~ don’t ask anymore before I tell your girlfriend you wanna get it” you smiled not hiding the intention of killing. “Jeez ok ok im kidding” he laughed while seeing his girlfriend of 4 years outside the cafe. You and Yamaguchi then meet her outside and walked home for a movie night.
Hinata had just landed into Japan, after getting into the van with the team he texted you to let you know that he will be home in 2 hours. You were eating dinner when your phone pinged, you replied him with a ‘Okie hurry up 😭’ you had missed him, 1 month without hugs from him was quite depressing for you, the house seems quiet without him singing loudly while showering.
You had brought a white crotchless underwear to surprise him, you quickly showered, change into an oversized white t-shirt and slip on the lewd panties. You turned on the tv while watching the 7pm show that you had been chasing since last week.
Time passed by quickly but you were getting sleepy, so you grab your blanket and wrap yourself on the couch snoozing off for a bit, thinking to have a 10 minutes nap before Hinata comes home. But your snooze was interrupted by Hinata’s loud “MY LITTLE BABY!!! YOUR FAVORITE ABS IS HOME!!!”
You jolted awake and rush to jump onto on Hinata, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. Luckily your shirt was long to cover your ass because Hinata’s quick reflex supported them before you could fall. “I miss you so much baby” you whispered lightly while peppering kisses around his neck.
“I miss you so much too” he put you down on the floor and wrap his arms around your waist and kisses your forehead, nose and lips. After the small reunion, Hinata was in the shower and you were on the bed thinking about the steamy night that was about to happen. Just before Hinata went to shower he whispered “Prepare to be ruin by my cock tonight my little slut” this little cheeky tangerine, you thought as you clenched your pussy getting excited.
Hinata’s hands were running up and down your body as soon as he came out of the bathroom naked, “What? Im gonna fuck you anyway, why bother wearing clothes hehe” he chuckled when you glance at him in disbelief. He was kissing you slipping his tongue in to taste you while pulling off your t-shirt, he knew you didn’t wore any bra so he when straight at sucking your nipple while toying the other, his other hand going straight down south, wanting to feel how wet you are outside your panties but was caught by surprise when he touched skin.
“Do you like my surprise?” you said softly to his ear. He glanced up at you, “You are driving me crazy holyshit” he pushed you down onto your shared bed, brought both your legs up and spread your thighs wide to look at his surprise. “You are so fucking wet, you’re literally drenched” he move down collected some of your arousal and show it to you, “Sho, stop it. It’s embarrassing” you cover your face with both hand. Who knew not touching yourself and not cumming for 1 month made you this wet just by kissing your boyfriend.
“If you don’t move your hands away now, you won’t be getting any dick tonight” he said sternly. You were quick to remove your hand and he chuckled at how desperate you are. “You better not hold back your moans if you want to get fucked tonight you little slut” he turned your hip sideways, slip your panties off and slapped your ass, you moaned feeling yourself clenched again. “Do you hear me?” Hinata slapped your ass again when you didn’t answer, “Yes daddy” you whimpered, feeling extremely horny by how Hinata is treating you. Its really been awhile.
Hinata placed you back on your back and spread your legs again, hands holding onto the back of your thighs and diving into your drenched pussy, “Oh fuck daddy it feels so good” you clench your fist onto the bedsheets, back arching. You had been eating pineapple for the past 3weeks in prepare for today, “Why do you taste sweeter than usual baby? Did you had pineapple or what?” He lifted his head up to look at you, man the sight of him wet chin, wet lips full of your juice. You just nodded and clenched your pussy feeling the lost of touch, Hinata look down and the sight of your cunt clenched while juices dripping down made him want to just take you right here right now, but he steadied himself and dive back down to your pussy slipping his tongue into your tight pussy, tasting everything you have to offer.
Not even a minute had pass but you were writhing under Hinata, “Im gonna cum daddy” you whimpered, arching your back and grinding your hips into Hinata’s face desperate for the first orgasm after a month. You almost screamed when Hinata lift his face off your wet aching pussy, “Tonight you are gonna cum on my cock and only my cock” you whimpered a small yes daddy, panicking a little. When Hinata is serious he won’t hesitate to deny you orgasm and you wouldn’t want that.
“Now come and suck daddy off before I fuck your brains out” he lay next to you and you didn’t hesitate to take his already hard cock around your hand slipping the head to your parted lips, Hinata glances sideways to see you still dripping from your pussy, he tapped your ass and you turn back to look at him, lips still on his cock. “Sit on my face” knowing he loves 69 you quickly lift one of your legs and drape it over his head. Shifting your drenched slick infront of his face you move your mouth down to take Hinata’s warm cock into your mouth, “Oh fuck, your mouth feel so good” at this point Hinata wants to see how long he and you could stand denying orgasms before snapping.
You were a hot mess above Hinata, he had denied your orgasm 5 times while you had denied him 3 because you took slower stroke to work him up. Your pussy is literally drenched and sticky, you really couldn’t take it anymore its starting to hurt and you really need to cum, “Daddy please fuck me I need your cock” you turned behind and look at him. “My favorite” he lift himself up and you got on all fours facing the headboard, back arched with your cheeks squish onto the pillow. “Please daddy i am so wet for you, I had been a good girl, I want your cock please”
Hinata thinking he too couldn’t hold it back anymore line up his cock up your pussy lips rubbing up and down to tease you for a bit, he chuckled when you whimpered another please daddy and slip in all the way. You were so tight despite how wet you was prior to the foreplay and its driving Hinata crazy by how warm and wet you felt. “Holyshit baby you are so tight and warm”
You couldn’t think straight, all you could think was if Hinata were to move a few times you will cum soon. He slowly slip out dragging his thick cock veins around your walls and then slamming it back, “Fuck daddy im gonna cum” he continue to slam his cock into your pussy and then pull out completely and look down at your pussy, you were literally sobbing by now you clenched onto nothing and grind your hips wanting Hinata to just fuck your brains out.
You subconsciously slip your finger between your legs to relieve some tension on your pussy but Hinata hold your fingers by your folds, using his hand he guide it and circle it on your hole, you whimpered at how drenched you were, “Look at you wet and horny for me, since you’re being such a good girl daddy won’t hold back anymore okay” He line his rock hard cock back on your pussy and slip in, “I want you to cum hard on my cock okay” he leaned down and you nodded, preparing for his brutal thrust. At his 5th thrust your pussy had clamp down his cock and had you squirting all over your leg, you didn’t had the chance to tell him you were coming, Hinata had to pull out and watch you squirt all over the bedsheet and thinking how fucking hot you were currently.
“Look at you, so desperate to cum that you squirted all over our bed. What a little slut” he was gripping your ass and had continued his fucking your brains out. Your pussy is clenching onto him for the 4th time cumming hard on his dick and he had emptied 3 load of cum into your womb by then, holding you down while shooting his load into you. He weren’t kidding when he say he wanted to breed you.
Your lower half was sore by midnight, Hinata was now lying down with you on top of him grinding and whimpering at how hard he still is, both of your cum making your lower body full of white stains. “Sho- I-I can’t-t im gonna cum again” you grind harder onto his cock while throwing your head back, “Me too baby” he thrust up and hold your hips making you fall to his chest taking in the loud skin slapping and wet squelching sound you both produced, “Shoyo omg please please please harder im so close” he feel your walls clenching hard on him again and you cum hard onto his cock again for the nth time tonight while he shoot his almost nonexistent cum into you again, he really unloaded everything with nothing left. Soft moans filled the room as you lift yourself off his finally limped dick and plopped yourself beside him catching your breath.
“Stay here while i prepare the bath for you okay” you gave him a tired smile and close your eyes for a bit still feeling your body hot from the activity. Hinata came back and gave you a kiss on your sweaty forehead and carried you bridal style to the bathtub filled with warm water with your favorite bath bomb scent.
(EXTRAS)
Hinata was at the MSBY locker room the next afternoon for their short meeting/training regarding an upcoming match. He was shirtless was trying to put on his training jersey when Atsumu gasped, “HOLYSHIT SHOYO WHAT HAPPEN TO YOUR BACK?” All he could do was smile sheepishly and said “My little cat scratch me”
You weren’t spare either, you had to call Yamaguchi telling him you were sick the next morning because of how sore you were and you were literally limping even going to the bathroom. And had to cover the hickeys around your neck before going to school.
(A/N:It’s literally almost 4am here and Im also drenched after writing this fic, I HOPE YOU ENJOY 😭😭😭 reblog and comments welcomed ❤️)
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Canceled lectures, pasta, and feline love
pairing : Levi Ackerman x Reader
synopsis : You study litterature and you're married to Levi, all your classes get canceled and you get to spend the night w/ your beloved husband.
warnings : nsfw
a/n : this fic has been sitting inside my drawer for a bit now, so i thought i'd publish it now or it will just get forgotten and fall into oblivion.
You put on your bomber jacket over your T-shirt, swung your messenger bag over your shoulder and headed out with an enthusiasm you could hardly hide : all your afternoon lectures have been canceled, you could go to Levi's appartement earlier and spend the entire afternoon and the entire night there, walking down the stairs of the college where you studied litterature, you brought up your left hand up and stared at the small glinting diamond on your wedding ring, and a smile, just as shiny as the rock appeared instantly on your face.
You and Levi had just gotten married, he felt he was ready and steady enough to balance his life, you, and your awful temperament, and basically everything in between.
You were in your last year in college and Levi was very supportive of your aspirations. Even though you were married, you still didn't live together in one place, it has been only two months since the ceremony, and you still had a lot of things to move out of your appartement, changing adresses and other small details that were taking way too much time to both your likings, the situation didn't but you two had to be patient.
You jumped out of the last step and landed on the nude concrete, heart fluttering like the one of a child. The sky was incredibly blue, not a single cloud around, the sun was warm and swimming in the clear blue, you noticed how stunning the details in the architecture of your building was, it was a beautiful day.
You literally thought that this day couldn't get any better.
Just when you reached the portails of your college, you heard your phone ringing, it was Levi.
"Hello ?" you singed into the device hoping your good mood will reach Levi on the other end of the line.
"Where are you brat ?" a masculine voice asked
He calls you brat even though there were only a few years separating you in age, you hated that nickname and that's exactly why he keeps on using it.
"So that you know who's in charge here" he told you once jokingly as both of you sat on a couch preparing for the wedding, but you knew Levi too well, and knew he wasn't entirely joking.
"I am actually heading out to your place sweetheart" you said smiling mischievously, since he was going to call you by the nickname you disliked the most, you were going to do the same, he hates it when you call him sweetheart. "I have good news, all my lectures have been canceled ! I am all yours today !" you finished.
"Well i called to tell you i was making your favorite dinner-"
"Pasta ?" you interrupted him overjoyed.
"Pasta" he confirmed.
"Oh Levi !"
"Yeah yeah just come home already, looks like you're having a really nice day huh ? some people really have it all..." he said sarcastically, and you being able withstand his stingy tongue and not be affected by it is probably one of the reasons he married you.
"But you have it all too Levi !" you said, a smile perceptible through your voice.
"I do ?"
"Yeah, you have me !" your laugh ringed through the air making its way through the phone, you were now walking down a really crowded road and some people turned around at your loud and joyful laugh.
"Hurry and come home already ! Your cat is annoying me he wants you ! and be careful when you cross the street idiot" The reason he said that is because he could hear the sudden honks that bursted all over, you yelping and someone in the distance shouting at you. Talking on the phone and crossing a street was never something you were good at.
"I'll be there in ten minutes..."
"Wonderful" he said in such an apathetic voice that you knew he was being sarcastic again.
but you weren't finished
"...sweetheart"
CLIC !
*****
Putting a bag filled with some ripe and red apples in front of his door,, you searched for your keys in your messenger bag and opened the door to what was your small heaven on earth, before you heard the familiar clicking sound you could hear your cat scratching the door, your feline companion really did miss you. You picked up the bag of fruits that your bought on your way and entered the quiet and minimalistic appartement. It smelled so clean, as usual, and some tea was being brewed, black tea probably. You took off your jacket and bag and laid them carefully on the arm of the grey -and incredibly comfortable couch- in the living room. The kitchen was at the left, separated from the room you were in by a big wooden furniture with shelves, and just when you were about to get in there, the man who was sarcastically teasing you on the phone appeared, wearing a black top, and black jeans, his hands tucked in his pockets.
"What's that ?" he asked pointing at the heavy bag.
"Apples, i know you love them!"
"Great"
"So you too can have a perfect day"
"I can't have any good day with this cat using me as his scratching tree" he said while the said cat jumped on the counter where you were washing the apples in the sink.
"Hello little guy, did you annoy Levi as i asked you too ?" you nuzzled your cat's head, the purring that started automatically had you smiling fondly.
You heard Levi shuffling your way and coming to stand next to you to watch you wash the fruits. He was just standing, but you were so comforted by his presence and his incredible warmth.
"How are you doing today ?" he asked, voice low and almost husky ?
The cat hopped on the floor and started going in circles around your leg while Levi's arm slowly made its way to your waist in such a caring and loving manner that it almost surprised you, making you look up at him, your faces were so close you could feel his breath on your nose.
He's been drinking tea you thought to yourself.
"I feel great" your words were sure joyful but your tone was a bit off, and Levi was quick to notice it.
"Why are you lying yo me ?"
"I am not lying to you, i really do feel great, it's just-"
You exhaled deeply. It's true you were as happy as someone could be, but you were also very overwhelmed by all the changes in your life happening all at once, the mariage, the moving out, the workload in college, this new life, you were the type of person to get easily stressed when overwhelmed, and your were grateful for a husband and a partner like Levi who made it seem like you could do it, no matter how hard and stressful it could get.
"Levi, you did absolutely nothing wrong, it's me, i'm a little bit stressed about everything. not because i don't want it, it's what i have always dreamed of, i'm just...well, stressed, you know me...
-"always stressed out about anything and everything." finished Levi, putting your final thoughts into words.
He looked at you with a very serious look while you rumbled about every little thing that has been bothering you, paying attention to every word you said, when you finished talking he nuzzled your neck just like a cat would do to comfort you. A small candid laugh slept through your lips at the gentle gesture.
-What's so funny ?
-I just realized you're just like a cat !
-Excuse me ?
-You hate having to socialize, you like to stay alone and only like my company or the one of only a few people...and just like a cat you know how to show love when someone needs it the most.
*******
Small candles lit up the small space of the living room, a bigger candle -that you insisted on buying not long ago only to realize later that it was ridiculously too big- was sitting down next to the couch casting soft hues on your naked bodies.
All the candles smelled so good.
They wrapped the room in a vanilla scented veil, keeping your bodies warm.
"Levi...i love you so much"
Your voice almost cracking half way through your sentence, you couldn't help being vulnerable tonight. You didn't have the time to eat that pasta Levi had been preparing all afternoon and that you've been waiting for all evening. When you were standing in front of that sink, going on about how hard it was for you to keep up, his arm around your waist slowly climbed up to rest on your shoulder and pull you closer, then the pulling closer became kissing your forehead, then kissing your forehead started to become not enough. All you remember is that you and your husband ended on the couch making out with a need you didn't even know was there, both of you had missed each other the whole day, Levi being so touchy with you earlier was a dead giveaway, he only touched you this much when he missed you.
You loved this couch it was so comfortable, soon you were making love, wrapped in a soft blanket Levi kept there for his reading nights alone, surrounded by the intoxicating smell of vanilla, yours and Levi's favorite scent to make love to.
His touches were passionate yet calculated, his eyes studying your curves painted by the dim light, he enjoyed looking at you covering your face with embrassement, kissing every inch of you.
The fluttering touches of your sweaty palms, your tangling sweet warm skins and your hot breaths mingling in the air between you two made you dizzy.
Today was such a good day you thought to yourself as you straddled Levi, positioning yourself on top of him, as soon as your most sacred and intimate parts found themselves again, Levi's breaths became erratic, slipping grunts here and there, telling you to move, go faster as he was entranced by everything about you.
He parted the two locks of hair covering your face like someone would part the curtains so the light would shine on them, and the suns in your eyes made him all too aware of how much you two loved each other.
He loved every inch of your body but also every inch of you, your mannerism, your happy mood that always seemed to rub off on him, your laugh, your joyful spirit, your boldness, the one you display when you take the lead in bed, just like you did right now.
Sweet moans soon filled the room, your head pulled back, mouth hanging open, you didn't bother cancealing anything, because anything that could show Levi how happy you were here and now was to be welcomed, to be expressed freely. Soon, sweet and lovely waves of pleasure washed all over you before you collapsed ontop of his now drenched chest, sighing at the drowsiness embracing you slowly.
-I guess it's too late to eat that pasta now.
-It's okey, i just had my other favorite meal.
-And what's that ? asked Levi with a half smile that made him look so handsome.
-You.
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