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taexoxosgf · 5 months

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FORMULA 1

PAIRING race car driver!lee mark x fem!reader

WORDS 3.5k

SYNOPSIS mark just looks too good to resist after his race.

WARNINGS explicit sexual content (too lazy to add deets), car sex, fluff, friends with benefits, they’re in denial lol

NOTES my first fic on tumblr <3 my bb

You spot Mark across the airport track.

Sitting in his newly acquired Nissan Skyline GT-R 34, one arm hangs out of the window. He lifts the same arm to bring a cigarette to his lips, the cloud of smoke seemingly following in slow motion. His hair damp due to the forgotten rain from the hour before. The same cherry red hair, now longer and styled, no longer covering his forehead. A piece dangling in front of his eyes.

Individuals began dispersing now that the race had ended. Of course, Mark was the first to cross the finish line. He always was.

You often attended his races but not solely for him. The people were always friendly, and any kind of race was exhilarating to watch. The cars maneuver between each other, attempting to avoid collision. If anyone of the racers tried to pull a trick and it went wrong, it would turn into something much scarier than a race.

You loved watching him race, even more, the activities afterward. You two weren’t by any means exclusive, but the both of you hadn’t been with anyone else since meeting each other. People could call it a situationship. Some label it as friends with benefits. Whatever it was, Mark’s texts were what you looked forward to late into the night. But today, he texts you earlier than usual.

ML: Enjoying the view?

ML: I know I am

You scoff, looking back up and immediately locking eyes with him. A smirk adorning his smug face.

ML: Come here.

You: I’m not gonna run to you like a dog. You come here.

ML: Baby don’t be like that

You: Stopped by to watch ur race. It’s over now, so I’m leaving

You: Bye

Not sparing him another glance, you make your way off the track. Feeling his eyes on you, your hips sway with every step. The denim mini-skirt you chose to wear rides up, and the backless top reveals the perfect amount of skin as Mark's eyes are glued to your figure.

People are standing outside their cars, talking, eating, the usual at car meets. It’s almost like a tailgate before a football game. The atmosphere was always welcoming and it was easy to make acquaintances that could turn into close friends.

There’s one every week, and having gone to them for the past 2 months, there are many familiar faces. You’ve even made close friends with Ningning, another racer, who you bonded with due to her beating Mark in a race when they were still rookies.

There’s Jaemin too, who you met through Ningning. He always greets you with a smile, his eyes staying on yours a little too long after every response.

Your conversations with Jaemin never last longer than five minutes with Mark always making up an excuse for you to leave. And when you finish protesting to Mark, you look back, and Jaemin is already 20 feet away, grabbing another plate of food with Ningning.

You’d like to think Mark gets jealous. Maybe he does, but then, you remind yourself of the mutual agreement of ‘no strings’ and remember he couldn’t be. So you push any second thoughts in the back of your mind.

Unlocking your car, your fingers are wrapped around the handle when another hand grabs ahold of your wrist, spinning you around to your back.

The cold exterior of the car hitting your bare back causes goosebumps to appear all over your body.

You’re met face-to-face with Mark. He is so close you can feel the warmth of his breath fanning your face while his lower body is completely pressed up against you. He’s got you trapped in between his arms; his hands placed flat onto the hood of the vehicle.

“Leaving so soon?”

You smirk at his inquiry, knowing he always gives in.

“Just came by to watch the race. The race is over, isn’t it?” Your nonchalant response comes out softer than intended, but he doesn’t see through you.

Mark doesn’t utter a word while you continue with the act. His dark orbs stare into yours and scan down, stopping at the stained lips in front of him. Before disrupting the silence, he uses his thumb to smear the lipstick at the corner of your lips outward. “I prefer your lipstick messy,” he says softly.

All you do is continue to look into his eyes with the corner of your lips curving upwards. His small meaningless comments have been igniting a fuzzy feeling in your chest lately. Even if it was playful.

You know what this means.

I don’t even want to think about it.

There was a mutual agreement, and you swore never to break it. But can one control it? If this unspoken feeling was true, you couldn’t bring yourself to end it, but your chest feels heavier every second you’re by his side. The walls you put up to protect yourself seem to crack a little more each time, worsening as you realize he doesn’t seem to have the same internal battles.

You think to yourself how it fucking sucks but suppress it because you’ll live.

Mark notices you’re thinking about something as your eyes dance around his face. He wants to ask you what it is that has you daydreaming, but he seizes the opportunity to admire you. You’re so beautiful. He wants to tell you, but you both know it crosses boundaries. The word was mutually agreed as too intimate, but it’s at the tip of his tongue. The urge to compliment you, to text you in the day rather than the middle of the night, to spend more time with you, he yearns for more. But you always play along with his games and seem content with what you both have now, so he doesn’t do anything to catch you off guard. It’s a fuzzy feeling in his chest when he sees you smile. This feeling is foreign to him, but Mark welcomes it.

“Wow, you have a way with words Mark Lee,” sarcasm oozing from your retort.

‘Fuck, say my full name again,” he exclaims as he throws his head back.

You fully laugh, your arm giving him a playful push to his shoulder. You’re both smiling ear-to-ear, the flirty mood turning into something different. It had been happening much more recently.

His body was still pressed onto yours, his arms caging you between himself and the car. Going onto your toes, you bring your lips to his. It’s a soft, sweet kiss.

As you lean back onto the car, Mark doesn’t utter another word. He simply kisses you again, a little rougher this time, and your arms immediately move around his neck. One of his arms snakes from the hood of the car to your ribcage, his fingertips slowly inching downwards and finally pressing harder at the curve of your waist.

The kiss was what you could say, electric. It was as if the spark began at your lips and the electricity followed down to Mark’s erect length, currently already straining against his jeans. What you didn’t know was Mark had been thinking about you all day. When he would see your face, when he would speak to you, and what you would say as he was in between your legs. All the unrequited feelings and lust you both felt pouring into this kiss and every kiss before and after.

Your lips fit each other perfectly, moving in sync. Mark swallows your moan when you feel your tongue caressing against his. He was so enamored with you, having difficulty coming out from the daze that is you.

You finally pull back to catch your breath; Lips swollen and the nude lipstick smudged. You’re panting heavily against his mouth and your fingertips feel as if they’re leaving crescent marks around his neck. The lust between Mark and yourself was something you never experienced before. Being turned on just from a short makeout was nonexistent until Mark. If you were to check your panties right now, you’re sure they would be soaked; feeling as if you’re losing sanity every second that passes.

“You know, if you were good and just walked over to my car earlier, I would have made you come twice by now.” He’s gazing at you with those hooded eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing while he swallows. You’re playfully trailing your nails against his neck and notice the purple marks that once covered it are now faded. I’ll have to fix that.

You then notice the goosebumps that appear on his skin as your nails graze his skin.

“Since when do you like good girls?”

Mark’s inked hand plays with the strands of hair that hover over your cheekbones and continue to trace your jawline until they reach your chin. He holds your chin with his thumb and forefinger, lifting it to bring your face closer to his.

He’s still looking at you with naked lust. His head tilted to the side while his lips are practically touching yours.

“I did until I met you.”

“Shit,” you rasp against Mark’s mouth.

One minute you were standing outside and now you are in the backseat of his fucking brand new car making out like you both had not seen each other in months. It was always like this, aggressive and full of want. But you loved it. Mark knew you did, so he never hesitated on being rougher in bed.

You're straddling his thighs and it feels as if he’s everywhere at once. The feel of his warm hands palms your ass, guiding you as you grind on his clothed cock that becomes harder by the second. It feels too good, chasing euphoria every time you’re with him. “Oh my god,” you pant against his mouth. It isn’t long before you feel the grip of his fingers as he pries your mouth open, not hesitating to slip his tongue into it again.

Your fingers are running through his hair, pulling on his black locks as the makeout becomes more intense, and Mark grunts at the feeling.

His sounds turn you on even more. The kiss is still messy and hot as he slightly bucks his hips upwards, creating more friction. Your bodies mold together, fitting each other perfectly like a puzzle.

You break away from his lips to trail kisses from his jawline down his neck, sucking and nipping to leave fresh marks against his collarbone. His head leans further back against the headrest, closing his eyes to enjoy your touch. He’s panting harder now, the sounds erupting from his throat being music to your ears. It only encourages you further, but you don’t notice his hand skimming your inner thigh.

His fingers, which are painted in ink, shift higher in an attempt to move your panties underneath your skirt to the side, but they come directly in contact with your slick.

“Fucking shit, you’re not wearing any underwear?” he asks you, and you hum in response, still working at his neck.

“Slut. Slut who always just wants to fuck. Nothing else.”

“Your slut. Who always just wants to get fucked by you,” you whisper; Swollen lips grazing his ear as the words leave them.

He says nothing more with words, responding by slipping two fingers into you.

You gasped at the sudden force. It feels too good, but he doesn’t move. He just looks at you with a look you can't comprehend.

Your fingers inch up to move a curl out of his eyes. “Move, please Mark.”

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

You were surprised by the sudden expression. One moment he was acting like he always does, then he offered you small compliments. Though it was weird timing to be sentimental, you couldn’t help but feel a blush creeping onto your cheeks. It catches you off guard and the fuzzy feeling you never experienced before meeting him comes back. The same fuzzy feeling in your lower stomach came and went with certain words like these, not just his actions. It starts to scare you because every time, it seems you both stray further from the initial agreement.

“What’s gotten you so cheesy all of a sudden?” your eyes avoid him while you play with the same long curl.

“Nothing. Just wanted to let you know,” he offers a small smile. You swear you see a hint of something loving in his eyes. But it couldn’t be, you think. He’s just saying things in the heat of the moment.

You brush off what could be Mark’s slight falter from his strong persona; no longer avoiding his eyes, you connect your lips to his once again.

He gives in, both of you melting into the kiss. It's too intoxicating yet again. Both of your hands are on each other as if the other would somehow disappear.

His fingers begin to move, and you gasp against his mouth because you had forgotten Mark’s fingers were still inside of you due to his statement. Your surprise only allows him immediately to go for your neck; kissing your sensitive spots. Nipping and licking over it to slightly ease the burn.

“Fuck baby, you’re so wet.”

He speeds up the pace, curling his fingers to reach your sweet spot. The relief only increases as you get closer to your orgasm. Jaw slacked open as you pant against his ear.

“ Mark, right there,” you mewl.

His fingers are so deep inside you, and he finally adds a third finger. You already feel full, and think about how good his cock would feel after the satisfying burn. Of course, that wasn’t enough for Mark, so his thumb begins circling your clit, adding more stimulation. The sensation is too good to describe, and you roll your hips, grinding onto his fingers in hopes of increasing the amount of pleasure.

You’re a mess. Already feeling fucked out before taking his cock and your pussy continues to swallow Mark’s inked fingers as the arousal continues to drip down, the sound letting you know of the mess you’re making. But you don’t pay any mind to it, too focused on the feeling in your lower stomach increasing.

“Please Mark. Faster. Don’t stop,” you pant out as you chase the awaited high.

“Love it when you beg,” he whispers. His hot breath against your lobe.

Your eyes squeeze shut as the wave of your orgasm arrives before you can utter a warning. Mark continues to pump his fingers inside of you, the pleasure becoming more intense. You whimper against his neck as you ride out your orgasm.

Mark pulls his fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth. He makes sure you’re watching as his tongue licks a long stripe from his knuckles, finally wrapping his lips around his fingers.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” he praises.

As the corner of your lips lifts, your hand is already unbuttoning his jeans. Slipping your hands in, you begin to palm his cock through his boxers, Mark attempting to suppress a low groan from your actions. The sound alone has you trying to squeeze your thighs together; even after the intense orgasm you just experienced. Only Mark could make you feel this way. He was the only one who could turn you on as much as he did.

“Don’t tease, slut.”

“Just having some fun,” you counter against his mouth.

As you help Mark slip his pants and boxers off, his cock is fully hard, the pink tip leaking precum. Mark’s dick was on the larger side, making you feel full every time you both would have sex. It had surprised you the first time, expecting it to be average, but it definitely was not. This motherfucker knew it too, assuring you that ‘you could take it’ as he roughly thrusted in and out of you.

“Spit on it,” he demands.

From the straddle position on his thighs, you lower your head, letting saliva slowly drip down onto his cock.

Mark gives praise with a ‘good girl’ as you stroke him. You finally reposition onto your knees beside his thighs, feeling his rough hands on your waist before helping you lower yourself onto him. As you’re slowly sinking onto his cock, you both gasp.

Mark roughly smashes his lips by pulling onto your neck as you adjust to his size.

The feeling was literal heaven.

Oh, how you could never get used to this.

His long fingers are wrapped around your neck, squeezing as you start to slowly grind against his cock. He swallows your moans and your fingers that were initially gripping his hair move to his shoulders and you finally pull back to begin bouncing on his cock.

Your pussy envelops his cock, squeezing at the intense amount of pleasure that runs through your veins.

Mark finds himself marveling at your breasts bouncing in front of him, immediately wrapping his lips around your nipples. His fingers dig into your skin as the pleasure increases for the both of you.

A breathy whimper emits from your throat and it takes everything to not close your eyes. Mark hated when you closed your eyes, always wanting to look at you as arousal bled through your orbs.

“How are you always this tight baby? Fuck,” he rasps. Looking at him, you can say he’s almost as fucked out as you. You knew Mark well enough to know when he was feeling more than he let on.

You whimpered as a response. The small moans and wet sounds of skin slapping filled the empty air of the vehicle. Mark continues to squeeze your throat, the pressure only heightening the feeling in your lower torso. At the inkling of your orgasm, Mark feels you clench around him and groans against your tits.

As you’re bouncing on his cock, Mark matches your rhythm and bucks his hips into you, hitting your g-spot. It’s rough and fast, the brutal pace causing your moans to heighten in pitch. You couldn’t take it anymore. The imaginary band in your stomach is on the verge of snapping again. You were so sensitive from the first orgasm that the second one was not far from reach.

“Ma-arkk, so close,” you yelp, emitting words that were almost incoherent.

“Come for me baby, milk my cock.”

Putting all your remaining energy into riding him, you feel Mark’s fingers leave your waist and trail down to your clit, pressing circles. “Fuck! Mark!”

This was all you needed to come undone, your eyes squeezing shut and your body freezing momentarily as the overwhelming high washes over you. Your pussy tightens around his cock, spasming but not stopping Mark from continuing to drive his length into you with renewed vigor.

“Fuck baby, you’ll make me-”

Your mouth is open in an ‘o.’ A moan threatening to leave your throat but nothing is heard.

“Shit, you’re so tight right now,” Mark utters, throwing his head back against the headrest. He lets go of your throat, placing both of his hands at your waist to now reach his high. As he continues to abuse your cunt, all is heard are your sobbed curses into his shoulder, the intense feeling still lingering.

Your body was loose, facial features neutralizing as you come down from your euphoria. You were tired, having difficulty helping Mark but tried your best to move. The burning feeling in your thighs came and grew stronger but you could tell he was close due to his features scrunching slightly, focus becoming blurred.

The tension building in his body was on the verge of snapping. He was so close, wanting it so badly for the reason that the high of the orgasm seeped through his veins like a drug.

“Inside of me. Want you to fill me up Lee,” your voice enough to be the last straw for Mark.

His body began to heat up, nothing but one last shout of your name as he came into you.

“Fuck.”

You were spent every time, your limp body falling forward onto him. Your cheek rested on his shoulder, nothing but silence and warmth pervading the air.

Mark’s slender fingers dance on your thighs, both of you savoring the comfortable tranquility before he reaches up to your chin to bring your face to his.

“Lemme take you out on a date. For real. A real date.”

You chuckle at his confession, mistaking it for a funny gag. “Ha-ha very funny.”

“I’m being serious. You don’t think I like you?” he replies slightly taken aback.

“I just thought you didn’t want anything serious. What changed?”

His orbs stare into yours for a few seconds before he responds. “You. I wanna take you out on a date because I really like you.”

“I like you too, Mark.” It was a relief to finally be able to say it out loud.

“But you just came in me, so maybe date talk later?” you chuckle.

“Okay, bet. I can work with that,” he says before smashing his lips onto yours once again, never getting sick of the enigma that is you.

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daisies-daydreams · 3 months

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HIYA BABES 🥰✨ ITS ME AGAIN. Ready to sin 🙏. Bimbo reader with hobie brown..SOMETHING ABOUT THAT IDK..recently my page has been nothing BUT bimbo reader and i fell victim to them. Maybe something fluffy and airy? But def smut with it..but like in the beginning it can be that reader is getting ready to go out and obviously her outfit is bimbo core (I LOVE dressing like that.) short and pretty but definitely too revealing for outside, so hobie goes out with her (with consent). He’s like a guard dog but not to an overbearing point..hobie definitely knows he has nothing to worry about. Not when reader looks up at him like he hung the stars in the sky. The outfit definitely does things to hobie and yeah. Just a cute little date thing. Idk where the smut comes in from 😭 ALWAYS FEEL FREE TO HOLD MINE OFF IF YOU GET TOO OVERWHELMED. LOVE YA MUCH 💙✨ SO GLAD YOURE BACK

Juicy (Hobie Brown x F!Bimbo!Reader)

Pairing: Hobie Brown x F!Bimbo!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut Warnings: Depictions of Drinking/Hangovers, Friends to Lovers, Flirting, Swearing, Hickeys, Oral Sex (F!/M! Receiving), Face Sitting (Reader on Hobie), 69, Nipple Play, Unprotected P in V (You Know the Drill), Missionary Position, Mating Press, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Aftercare Word Count: 6.6k+ A/N: Hello hello! Thank you so much for your request! I’m so glad someone suggested Bimbo!Reader (the thought of that pairing has been eating me alive lol 🤭😳). I hope you enjoy! The reader's outfit is similar to this with a few changes

You paused when you stepped out of your room, your hoop earrings jingling softly as you tilted your head. You smiled gently when you saw your friend, Hobie, passed out on your couch. He’d usually come and crash at your place after long nights of playing shows or whatever mischief he found himself in. You hummed quietly as you grabbed one of your blankets and draped it over his lanky form.

“Sleep tight,” you whispered. You continued to hum to yourself as you sashayed to your bathroom, your hot pink crop top just barely hiding your tits as you reached into your medicine cabinet. You grabbed your lip gloss and mascara before shutting the mirrored cabinet. You swayed your hips side to side as an upbeat song played inside your head. You pursed your plump lips as you swiped your glossy, pink lip gloss across your mouth. You rubbed your lips together before puckering them out, smiling to yourself giddily as you set your lip gloss aside.

“Where you goin’ lovie?” Hobie hummed from the doorway. You gasped and dropped your mascara, the bottle hitting the porcelain sink with a loud “clink!”. You glanced over to see him lingering in the threshold of your bathroom.

“God, Hobie! You scared me!” you giggled. Hobie chuckled as he leaned on the doorframe.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to sneak up on you,” he said with a lopsided grin.

“Mhm,” you said with a suspicious, raised brow. You turned back to your mirror and unrolled your mascara. You arched your back a little as you leaned forward. “Anyway, I’m just heading to the pub down the street to watch the match. My stupid TV’s broken again,” you sighed as you brushed the thick, dark makeup across your lashes. Hobie pursed his lips.

“I told you I’d fix it for you,” he replied. You frowned and fluttered your lashes before applying a bit more.

“I know…but I don’t want to be a burden,” you said as you gazed at him with a slight frown. Hobie sighed before taking a step forward.

“You’ll never be a burden to me,” he said as he gently cupped your cheek. Your heart fluttered as he caressed your face with his warm palm. You laid a hand over his and smiled sweetly.

“Thank you, Hobie,” you beamed. The tall man before you nodded as he let his hand fall back to his side.

“No problem, love,” Hobie said. You tapped the tip of your white boot against the plush bathroom rug. His eyes scanned you up and down. “Would it be alright if I came with you tonight?” he piped up. Your eyes lit up as your heart glowed.

“Are you kidding? Of course you can come!” you giggled and wrapped your arms around him, your plump breasts pushing against his chest. Hobie chuckled as he patted the middle of your back.

“Sounds good. I’ll be waitin’ for you at the front door,'' he smiled brightly before slipping away. Your heart leapt as you finished getting ready. You slung your cute, pink purse over your white, fluffy jacket before walking into the living room. Hobie parted his lips as you walked out, your bra and thong peeking out of your crop top and short jean skirt.

“You ready to go?” you asked while biting your lip. Hobie swallowed thickly and nodded as he opened the door for you. “Why, thank you,” you beamed. The lanky man cleared his throat before he came up behind you. You raised a brow as he popped his elbow out.

“My, my. Aren’t you a gentleman,” you teased before slipping your arm into his. Hobie chuckled softly as the two of you walked out of your flat.

“What can I say - Nan raised me right,” he shrugged. You giggled as your hips swayed while the two of you began to make your way towards the pub. The cool night air washed over your form, goosebumps raising over your exposed skin as your boots clicked against the cracked pavement. You hummed as you pulled a cherry sucker out of your pocket, crinkling the wrapper and tossing it into a nearby bin.

“Not gonna eat there?” Hobie asked. You shrugged as you popped the sweet candy between your glossy lips.

“I might. I just like having something sweet before I drink,” you smiled brightly. You noticed Hobie’s gaze softened as he looked down at you. “What’s wrong?” you asked, the white stick poking past your plump lips. He opened his mouth to say something but suddenly grabbed you. You gasped as the lollipop fell from your lips when he pulled you back against his chest. A car honked loudly before barreling down the street, the vehicle swaying back and forth before making a sharp turn.

“Wanker,” Hobie scowled as he squeezed your arms. You blinked as you slowly turned towards him, your hands trembling as you placed them on his chest.

“T-Thank you,” you breathed, your heart still racing at the thought of being nearly squashed by that car. Hobie nodded, his hands slowly dropping from your arms as he smiled gently.

“You’re welcome, lovie,” he murmured. The tips of your ears warmed as you realized how close the two of you were, your hands still splayed across his chest. You bit your lip as you looked both ways.

“Right…guess we should head inside,” you grinned. Hobie returned your expression as both of you made your way into the crowded pub. The sounds of people charming and shouting erupted from the slightly cracked door. Your cheeks flushed as Hobie ghosted his hand over your lower back as you walked up to the front stand.

“Two for tonight?” a blonde hostess asked as she popped a bright pink bubble of gum. You nodded.

“Yes, please!” you chirped. The hostess checked a piece of paper before her eyes lit up.

“You’re in luck - a booth just opened up,” she beamed. You smiled as she grabbed two menus for you. You looked up and furrowed your brows as you watched Hobie remain strangely still, his eyes scanning over the crowd as his jaw tightened.

"Are you okay?" you whispered and nudged his arm. Your friend blinked and hummed.

"Hm? Oh, yeah. Just spaced out," he shrugged and slid his hands into his pockets. The hostess cleared her throat.

“Follow me,” the blonde grinned. You tugged on Hobie’s arm, slipping your own through the crook of his elbow as you followed the hostess through the crowd of people.

“Sorry!�� you whispered loudly as you squeezed past several men. You noticed Hobie turned his head towards each man you passed before you finally stopped at a small, empty booth.

“Your server will be out any second. Enjoy!” the hostess chirped.

“Thank you!” you smiled brightly. The woman nodded before shuffling back to her post. You grinned as Hobie slid into the seat across from you. You sighed and squeezed your hands together, your glossy nails rubbing against the inside of your hands.

“So, how’s the band doing?” you asked excitedly. Hobie drummed his fingers on the table as he pursed his lips.

“They’re doin' well. Done a lot of shows recently, so we're taking a break for a bit," he said while scratching the back of his head. You hummed.

“That’s good,” you replied. "Where's your next show going to be?" you asked. Hobie pursed his lips as he drummed his fingers against the table.

"We're thinkin' of doin' it at Slotts' in a coupla weeks...but you don't know that," he whispered with a wink. You giggled and gave him a short nod.

"Of course," you winked back. You glanced down at your menu before the crowd erupted with cheers. You shifted your gaze to the TV: Chelsea just scored, several players jumping on the field and tackling each other.

“What ‘bout you? Haven’t seen you in a while,” Hobie piped up as he rested his hand over his menu, his silver rings shining beneath the dim light of the pub. You sighed and closed your menu.

“Nothing much. Still working as a bank teller these days,” you said in a bit of a despondent tone. Hobie nodded.

“So that’s where you keep getting that candy,” he chuckled. You giggled.

“Yeah. It’s become a real problem - I need to switch to something less hard soon,” you joked. The man across from you laughed, the corners of his brown eyes crinkling with mirth.

“You’ve got a real good sense of humor, (Y/N),” he chuckled. Your body flushed with heat as you rubbed the back of your neck.

“Aw, shucks, Hobie,” you giggled. A server suddenly appeared in front of your table, his mouth curved into a perpetual frown as he stared at you.

“What can I get you?” he grunted. You smiled as you shuffled in your seat.

“Could I have a tall old speckled hen, please?” you asked. The man scribbled down on his notepad before turning to Hobie.

“Same f’me,” the tall man across from you replied. The waiter gave a silent nod before making his way over to the bar. Hobie turned his attention back to you.

“Old speckled, eh?” he raised a brow with an amused grin. You snorted.

“I’ll be able to handle it,” you said with a flippant wave of your hand.

Two Hours Later…

You met Hobie’s wide eyes as he stepped out of the bathroom.

“Hey, Hobie!” you giggled as you wobbled on your table. Several men were mesmerized by the way you swayed your hips to the music playing on the jukebox.

“Mamaaaaa! Oooooooh!” you belted, a few of the patrons joining in with you. You blinked as Hobie quickly pushed his way through the crowd, his brows knitted together as he flashed you a concerned look.

“Hobie!” you squealed before your ankle suddenly gave out. The man beneath you quickly steadied your standing; his large, warm hands bracing your legs as you hiccupped. “Come up and sing with me, Hobie!” you said as you wiggled your hips, the men around you hypnotized by your movements. You blinked as he squeezed your hand.

“C’mon, love. Let’s head on home,” Hobie sighed, his beautiful lips parted. You whined.

“But I’m having such a good time!” you pouted and started to stumble around on the tabletop. Hobie frowned as he brushed his thumb against the back of your palm.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he urged you with a pleading expression. You pouted before eventually sighing.

“Okay,” you murmured. Hobie kept his hands on your legs as you squatted down and started to crawl off of the table. The manager soon came out and gave you a deadly glare.

“The bloody hell is your girlfriend doin’?” he scoffed. You glanced down at your white boots while Hobie held you close to his side.

“She was just havin’ some fun, no harm done,” Hobie snapped back as he slung one of your arms over his shoulder. The manager sputtered as your friend guided you through the sea of swaying, drunk patrons. Your face grew hot when you realized the manager called you Hobie’s “girlfriend”. The thought made your body shiver slightly as your heart leapt beneath your sternum. You clumsily walked (more like dragged your feet) across the street, Hobie remaining by your side the whole time he guided you to the sidewalk.

“You’re so good to me, Hobie,” you cooed. He shifted his gaze over to you and smiled.

“I know, lovie,” he sighed softly. He gasped when you started to fall forward, your legs wobbling as he caught you. Hobie sighed as he threw one of your arms around his shoulder and hoisted you up. He studied your features before he parted his lips.

"What were you drinkin' so much for, anyway, hm?" your friend asked as he carried you towards flat. Your head spun as you frowned, your heart sinking a little even in your intoxicated state.

"I...I guess I just wanted your attention," you hiccupped. Hobie blinked, his features softening as you stumbled onto him. He grabbed your waist as you face planted into his chest. Your heart pounded in your ears as Hobie gently helped you back up, his large palm cupping your cheek as your vision began to fade.

"You've always had my attention, love”.

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You groaned as your head pounded, the room around you spinning as you slowly blinked your eyes open.

"Ugh, what the hell happened?" you asked groggily. You tensed when you felt someone's arms wrapped around your torso, their warm breath falling against the back of your neck. You swallowed thickly as you slowly turned your head, your body relaxing when you saw Hobie fast asleep beside you.

Hold on-

"HOBIE?!" you gasped as you scrambled onto your hands. His eyes instantly shot open as his breath hitched.

"(Y/N)?" he asked before drawing out a loud yawn. Your heart raced as his arms slipped away before he rubbed his eyes.

"What are you...how did we-" your mind was reeling as you tried to sort through your memory of last night. Hobie blinked a few times before he leaned on his side, his ripped, red shirt riding up his torso and revealing his lean abs. You bit your lip as your friend grunted beside you.

"You were completely smashed last night, so I carried you home," he explained nonchalantly. You slightly lowered your shoulders as you slowly nodded.

"Okay...but how did we...I mean, did we?" you made a few hand gestures while awkwardly glancing down. Hobie chuckled softly as he shook his head. "No?" you asked while perking your head up.

"No...you just asked me to stay with you," he said with a warm smile. You sighed and fell back onto your bed, your heart melting at his kindness.

"Thank God," you breathed. Hobie quirked a brow at your words. "No! I mean, not that I wouldn't, you know-" you groaned as you covered your face with your hands. Hobie remained quiet as he shifted beside you, his warm body barely caressing over yours.

"Do you want to?" he murmured. More heat rose to your cheeks as your throat tightened.

"You mean...have sex?" you breathed, each word growing more quiet with the last as your chest tightened. Hobie nodded as he leaned his head on his palm, his expression soft and inviting. You felt a spark of arousal light in your core as you gazed at his alluring, parted lips and down his dark, scruffy happy trail.

"You don't have to do anythin' you're uncomfortable with. I just-" Hobie's eyes widened as you leaned forward, capturing his lips in a heated, wet kiss. You closed your eyes and cupped his face as an insatiable hunger overwhelmed your body. Hobie sighed as he smoothed one of his hands over your hip, his other brushing over your face as he tilted his head.

You squeaked as he pulled you against his lithe body, something hard suddenly rubbing between your thighs as you moaned softly. Your lips glistened with your combined spit as you gulped for air. You shivered as Hobie stared into your eyes, his pupils blown wide and breath ragged as he squeezed the supple flesh of your hip.

"I thought you'd never ask," you confessed. You heard a low rumble rise from his throat before he dove back in. You trembled in his hold as he pressed his lips to yours, tenderly brushing over yours as he played with the band of your short skirt. You squealed as he slipped his warm tongue past your swollen, parted lips - his wet muscle eagerly dancing with yours as you bucked your hips forward.

"Fuck, you drive me wild, (Y/N)," he gasped before swiping his tongue along your lower lip. You panted and squeezed your thighs together as he kissed your chin and along your jaw, his fingers tugging on the thin band of your hot pink thong. "Every time I see you in one of these outfits, I have to stop myself from takin’ you right then and there," Hobie groaned before puckering his lips over your sensitive pulse. You pulled back a little as you laid your hands on his chest. He paused and deeply looked into your eyes.

“Please…don’t stop now. I never want you to stop,” you confessed with a low moan. A spark of lust ignited in his dark eyes as he sucked in a sharp breath.

“Fuck,” he murmured. Hobie quickly crashed his lips against yours, hungrily devouring your mouth in a passionate, sloppy kiss. You keened as he pecked along your jaw as his hands slid beneath your shirt and push-up bra. A soft moan escaped from your lips as he tenderly massaged your tits and brushed his calloused thumbs over your hard nipples.

"Bet your pretty pussy tastes just as sweet as you," he moaned into your ear before puckering his lips over your sensitive pulse. You nearly choked as he squeezed your nipples between his fingers, tugging on them gently as he ground his hips against yours at a faster pace. "Would you like that, sweet girl? My face stuffed between your perfect thighs?" Hobie grunted, his lips dancing over the fresh hickey on your neck.

"God, yes," you mewled as your walls fluttered at the thought of his thick, juicy tongue parting your puffy lower lips. Hobie grinned against your wet skin before slowly rolling onto his side. Your whole body trembled with anticipation as you watched him lie on his back, his eyes raking over your barely covered body. Your thighs shook as you slowly pulled your slightly soaked thong down your legs and kicked them aside with your short jean skirt.

“Take your time if you need to, baby,” he gently reassured. Your cheeks warmed at his caring voice while you bit your lip. You slowly raised your skirt up as you slotted your thighs across his lithe waist. Hobie groaned lowly as you crawled on top of him, his hands falling over your waist as you wiggled your hips.

"God, you're so fuckin' gorgeous," he murmured as he slowly slid his palms up and down your hips. You froze just before you reached his face, shivering as his warm breath fell over your slick folds.

“A-Are you sure about this?” you asked him with a gulp. "What if I break your neck or suffocate you?" you muttered and looked away. He raised his brows before leaning up and puckering his plump lips around your sensitive bundle of nerves. You gasped and gently bucked your hips forward as he moaned against your dripping, warm sex. He released his mouth with a loud “pop” before gazing into your eyes.

“I want nothin’ more than to feel you sit-no, ride my face until my mouth is completely soaked with your cum,” he said lowly while licking his already glistening lips. A soft moan escaped from your throat as your cheeks swelled with heat. “C’mon, lovie. I won’t bite…unless you want me to,” Hobie smirked before licking a bold, sloppy stripe along your slit.

“Oh, fuck,” you gasped as he pushed your hips down on his rugged face. You grabbed the headboard of your bed as he messily dug his tongue between your puffy labia, his nose grinding against your engorged clit. Your eyes rolled back as he audibly groaned into your cunt, his nails digging into your thighs as he voraciously devoured your sweet juices.

“God, Hobie,” you whined while gently grinding your cunt over his face, smearing your arousal across his lips and chin. Your jaw went slack when he swirled his wet muscle around your puffy bud, his fingers gently caressing your supple thighs as he flared his nostrils.

Your knuckles turned pale as you squeezed the headboard, your thighs quaking with every eager swipe of his soft tongue across your aching pussy.

“Yes,” you threw your head back and sobbed. Hobie’s eyes rolled back as you continued to rub your dripping cunt against his mouth, a low groan sending shivers through your quivering sex. The lewd, slick sounds of his tongue painting over your labia drive you further into a lustful frenzy.

“S-So good, baby,” you panted and nearly fell forward when he slipped his thumb over your swollen clit. The bed creaked as you thrusted a little faster, the feeling of his lip ring rubbing against your entrance making your head spin and thighs clench.

You squeezed your eyes shut as he massaged your tender button while sliding his tip past the rim of your tight entrance.

“Fuck!” you moaned as you felt the muscles in your lower stomach start to twist into a tight knot already. The way his tongue flicked and caressed your sex, his hot breath fanning over your clit every time his thumb came up - it was all too much.

“H-Hobie!” you cried as you fully sank down on his face. You heard him suck a sharp breath through his nose as your pussy pulsed against his smooth lips. Your breathing grew ragged as you white-knuckled the headboard, your bed creaking and groaning as he sloppily made out with your cunt. A sharp smack of his lips and swipe of his thumb finally made you tip over the edge. You cried and babbled incoherently as your jaw went slack, your legs shaking around his puffy wicks as your body grew rigid with bliss.

“S-Shit, Hobie,” you choked as your walls pulsed, your puckering hole gushing with your slick. A shiver ran down your spine as Hobie voraciously slurped up your juices - his tongue darting out and capturing every drop he could. You moaned as he continued to tenderly swipe his thumb across your bundle of nerves, his sharp chin supporting your perineum as he slowly blinked his eyes open.

It took a few moments before you slowly pulled your hips away from his face. Your jaw dropped when you saw how soaked his face was. Hobie chuckled as he swiped his tongue over his lips, his eyes half-lidded and completely mesmerized by your fucked-out expression.

“I-I’m sorry,” you said as you reached over to grab a tissue. You paused when he rested his hand over your wrist, a lopsided grin written over his sharp features.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it…I like it when my girl makes a mess,” he purred before pecking your swollen nub. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt his warm lips glide over your sensitive bud before he swiped the tip of his tongue over it. But even more so…the fact that he called you his girl made your knees weak and legs turn to jelly. Hobie smirked as he smoothed his thumbs over your hips.

“You like it when I kiss your pretty clit like that, hm?” he chuckled before pressing a few more quick, wet kisses to your bundle of nerves.

“M-Mm yes,” you keened and squeezed your thighs against the sides of his head. Hobie furrowed his brows when you suddenly slid down his lithe body. You sighed as you pressed your breasts together and rubbed your fingertips over the button of his jeans.

“Lovie?” he murmured, his hickory eyes fixated on the gentle sway of your hips. Your heart skipped a beat as you played with the band of his pants.

“Please, Hobie. I wanna make sure you feel taken care of, too,” you breathed while trailing your hands down his dark happy trail. Hobie groaned as he propped himself up on his forearms.

“Alright…on one condition,” he said with a mischievous smirk. Your eyes widened as he suddenly flipped you around, your face hovering above his hard, throbbing, cock while his lips just barely grazed over your raw, swollen pussy. “You let me have a second serving,” he blew a puff of air over your labia. You squeaked as a pulse of heat swept through your core while he nibbled and tugged on your folds. You arched your back and let your legs rest over his chest.

“Please, Hobie,” was all you could manage, your mind growing more and more foggy with arousal. You whined when he suddenly pulled his face back.

“‘Please’ what, (Y/N)? Use your words, sweet girl,” he teased. You could practically feel the smirk on his face as he spread your asscheeks apart, his lips mere centimeters from your weeping sex. You keened and threw your hips back as you clutched the band of his jeans.

“Please let me suck your cock while you devour my pussy,” you moaned and wiggled your hips. Your jaw dropped when he suddenly dove between your supple cheeks, his tongue vigorously swirling around the seam of your tight hole. “S-Shit,” you groaned as you hastily unbuttoned his pants. The sound of his zipper mixed with the wet, sloppy noises of him indulging in the sweet flavor of your pussy. You gasped when you pulled down his black brief, revealing a long, veiny cock.

His dick throbbed as a thick bead of precum slid down his mushroomy tip. You licked your lips as you wrapped one of your hands around his base, the sudden feeling of his breath on your asshole making you whimper and twitch above him.

“Fuck, you taste divine,” Hobie growled before enveloping his whole mouth over your raw cunt. You squeezed the base of his cock, drawing a deep groan from your lover as you slowly swirled your tongue around his aching tip. You flared your nostrils as you slowly sank your mouth down on his bulbous head, your nails digging into his thighs as he parted the seam of your entrance with his long, writhing tongue.

You moaned around his dick as he gently thrusted his slick muscle into your hole, his hands squeezing and massaging your asscheeks as he grunted. You had to take a deep breath through your nose before you sucked in your cheeks and slowly sank your head down on his length. You flinched above Hobie when he gave a sudden, sharp thrust deep inside your core as your soft mouth glided along his veiny cock. You couldn’t help but lightly grind against his chin, your engorged clit deliciously rubbing against his warm skin as he pumped his long muscle along your velvety walls.

You only sank down halfway and already had to suppress the urge to gag, tears forming at the corners of your eyes as your throat tightened. You shifted above him, resting your arms across his upper thighs before wrapping one of your palms around the base of his cock. Hobie groaned into your pulsing heat while you stroked his length in time with bobbing your head.

“Fuck, just like that,” you heard his voice muffled into your folds before he dove back in. You squealed and dipped your head down a little faster while he slide his tongue back inside your tight little hole. The sweet smell of sex and sweat wafted through the air as the two of you moaned against each other.

“Can’t hold on much longer,” you thought as your eyes watered while he curled his pink tongue inside your slick, gummy cunt. You whined as you squeezed his shaft while slobbering over his hard, throbbing sex. Both of you grew more sloppy with your movements as you felt your body shiver and tense with pleasure. You squeaked when he dug his nails into the plush of your ass and slid his face back and forth, smearing your slick across his mouth and massaging your bundle of nerves with his chin.

You moaned and opened your throat up as your second orgasm crashed over you, your body trembling with bliss as you nearly choked on his long dick. Hobie inhaled deeply as he eagerly slurped up your juices, his tongue lashing in and out of your pulsing walls as your legs shook around his head.

“Yes!” you screamed internally as you squeezed the base of his heavy shaft. Your head spun as you sucked hard on his cock, drawing a deep growl from your lover. Your eyes shot open when you felt long, heavy ropes of his cum paint the back of your throat. You relished in the way his dick twitched against your tongue, the small groans that left his lips while he desperately bucked into your soft mouth.

You kept your cheeks hollowed and lips curled around his shaft as he panted beneath you, his body shivering and balls tightening under your hold. You gasped when Hobie suddenly slid his tongue out of you, his breathing ragged as he pumped his ups up.

“Mmm, baby girl,” he moaned as the last stream of his cum splashed against your raw esophagus. You let his dick rest against your tongue for a few seconds before you slowly pulled your mouth away with a wet “pop”. You gasped for air, your lungs burning a little as you trembled above him.

“How you feelin’?” Hobie asked as he smoothed his hands over your hips. You licked your slightly swollen lips before eyeing a thick bead of white leaking from his tip. You smirked and pressed your lips to his head. Hobie’s breath hitched when you swiped the tip of your tongue across his slit before swirling it around his entire head.

“Good,” you replied as you peeked over your shoulder and wiggled your hips again. Hobie’s chest rose and fell below your stomach as he rubbed your waist.

“God, you’re incredible,” he suddenly praised before pecking your cunt for the last time. You tried to steady yourself as you climbed off of him, your limbs shaking like leaves on a tree while you rolled beside your lover. Hobie’s eyes sparkled with affection as he gazed at your flushed face.

“Lovie, I know that was a lot…but do you think you’d be able to handle one more?” he panted while slinging one of his arms around your back. Your eyes widened a little as he mindlessly traced his fingers along your hip and lower back, his eyes soft and half-lidded as he eyed your body. You took a deep breath and nodded.

“Yes,” you whispered while wrapping your arms around his neck.

“You sure?” Hobie asked, his voice still dripping with lust yet carrying a gentle tone with it. You grinned and nodded.

“I’m sure, Hobie. But…won’t you need some help getting…you know-“ you blushed and looked down at his now soft cock between his legs. Hobie chuckled and kissed the tip of your nose, the smell of your arousal clinging to his face making your cheeks swell with heat.

“Don’t worry about me...right now, all I want to do is make sure the world knows your mine,” Hobie’s breath hovered over your neck as his hands slid up your stomach. He sat back on his knees and tossed his shirt aside before kicking his pants on the floor. You gasped when he pressed his body against yours and began to grind his cock against your swollen folds. You moaned and spread your legs a little more as he unzipped your jacket, letting the puffy fabric fall open to reveal your hot pink crop top.

“Mmm look at you,” Hobie kissed your ear as he rolled your shirt over your shoulders. You shivered as his nimble fingers expertly unclasped your bra and tossed it on the floor. You blushed and turned your head as you laid completely exposed beneath him, your perky nipples hardening as he sucked in a sharp breath. “God, you’re perfect,” Hobie murmured as he slid his fingers up your sides. Your face flushed as you bit your lip.

“H-Hobie,” you breathed. You felt him smile against your skin while he brought his hands back up to your breasts. You flinched as he suckled on your neck while tenderly squeezing your tits. He rocked his hips forward, drawing a high-pitched moan from your lips as his cock glided over your sopping wet sex.

“Fuck,” you hiccupped while Hobie tilted his head and licked a long stripe over your raw hickey. You kept your arms wrapped around his neck as he squeezed and pinched your sensitive nipples. Your mind grew fuzzy as the tip of his dick rubbed against your swollen clit, his veiny cock spreading your slick labia apart with every stroke.

“Makin’ such cute noises f’me,” he chuckled lowly before lightly tugging on your buds and sucking against your neck again. You snapped your head back and arched your spine as you felt his wet, warm lips curl over your skin, his dick starting to twitch and harden against your aching sex.

“Mmm!” you whined as the bed began to creak and groan beneath his rutting. You dipped your head into his thin shoulder as he bunched the supple flesh of your breasts within his large palms. Your breath stuttered as he sloppily kissed down your neck and nipped at your collarbone.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Hobie growled. You whined when he suddenly pulled away, his cock slipping from your sex as he panted wildly. “Need you now, baby. Please,” he grunted. Lust brightly flickered in his eyes as he grabbed your waist, his thumbs squeezing the plush of your hips as he breathed heavily. You felt a spark of pleasure rush through your core as he lined the tip of his dick to your weeping entrance, your legs falling on either side of his hips as he squeezed your waist. Your breasts jiggled as you sucked in a deep breath and leaned forward.

"Make this pussy yours, Hobie," you moaned into his ear. Your jaw went slack when he quickly sheathed his length deep inside you, his cock pulsing as your pussy squeezed him in a tender, vice grip.

“Oh my God,” Hobie groaned as your juicy walls sucked him in, enveloping his long shaft in a warm, vice grip. The two of you remained still for a moment as you adjusted to his size. He furrowed his brows and breathed heavily before opening his eyes again. “Just let me know when you’re ready,” Hobie whispered, his lips dancing over yours as his cock twitched inside you. You took a deep breath and slid your ankles over the back of his thighs.

“Y-You can move,” you breathed as you gripped onto him. Hobie gave you a warm smile before he slowly pulled his hips back. A rush of pleasure ran down your spine as he stretched your hole wide open, his cock massaging your soft walls as his tip bumped into your cervix.

“God, you feel so good around me,” Hobie sucked in a sharp breath as he pumped his hips in a steady rhythm. You whined as he crashed his lips against yours, the heady taste of your arousal slipping against your tongue as he moaned into your mouth. Electricity danced across your skin as goosebumps rose over your body each time his hips came into contact with yours.

“H-Hobie,” you spoke up right as he pulled away from your sloppy kiss. He grunted in reply as he continued to thrust into your snug sex. You swallowed the lump growing in your throat as tears of pleasure rolled down your cheeks. “It's okay - I don’t want you to hold back,” you reassured him while cupping his sharp cheek. His pace slowed as he furrowed his brows.

“You sure, lovie?” Hobie asked, his voice laced with concern. You nodded before gasping as he pushed your legs up, his hands squeezing the back of your knees before he snapped his hips forward.

“Fuck!” you cried out as his tip slammed against the plug to your womb. The bed shook beneath his rough, heavy thrusts while his plump balls slapped against your asscheeks.

"Yes, s-shit you feel so good," Hobie panted as he nearly folded you in half. "So fuckin' hot and tight," he groaned while pistoning his hips forward, his cock sinking deeper and deeper inside of your clenching hole. You cried and thrashed beneath him, your pleasure bordering on pain as your cunt tightened around his cock.

"Gonna be a good girl and cum f'me, yeah?" Hobie breathed as he squeezed the back of your legs. You nodded as you moaned and babbled incessantly.

"Yes, please, k-keep going!" you cried out as his thick tip massaged your soft, sensitive g-spot. Stars began to dance in your field of vision as the muscles in your lower tummy grew unbearably tight.

"Hobie!" you screamed as you snapped your hips forward, your cunt violently pulsing around his shaft as a pure bliss pierced through your core. White flooded your vision as your entire being trembled, your pussy soaking his throbbing dick with your sweet cum while he moaned into your ear.

"Shit, baby," he gritted his teeth as your walls clamped down on his length. You sobbed uncontrollably as your legs trembled in his hold, your mind numb with an indescribable pleasure. "Grippin' me so fuckin' tight, such a good - fuck - girl," Hobie rasped as his thrusts began to falter. You parted your lips and gasped as if breaking free from drowning. Your body glowed with euphoria as your lover's breath grew short with each pump of his cock.

"W-Where do you want me?" he shivered while gazing into your tear-filled eyes.

"Inside!" you squealed as his taut lower stomach brushed over your clit. Your jaw dropped when he buried himself deep inside your core, his moans reverberating inside your ears as his cock swelled and throbbed.

"G-Good girl," Hobie rumbled as he shallowly pumped his hips while shooting streams of his thick, heady seed against your swollen cervix. You dug your nails into his glowing skin as he nearly choked, your walls greedily sucking him in as he drenched your walls with his cum. You felt like your body was drifting in the heavenly waters of a warm ocean as he gently thrusted into you a few more times, your sex squelching wetly as his cock deliciously rubbed along your raw walls.

"Christ," Hobie panted as his hold on the back of your knees softened. You slowly blinked your eyes open, tears falling past the rim of your eyelids. Your love swallowed thickly before he kissed your calf, a patch of goosebumps breaking out over the small area as you gulped.

"Please tell me we're doing another round - I think I need a breather first," you sighed. Hobie chuckled as he slowly helped you lie your legs back onto the messy sheets.

"We could just stay here if you'd like," he said with a bright grin. You nodded and took a deep breath, your heart still pounding against your sternum and body shivering with bliss.

"Yes, please," you murmured. Hobie smiled softly as he slowly pulled out of you, his cock drenched with your combined juices and inner thighs caked with slick. You sighed as he shifted behind you, wrapping one of his lanky legs over yours and sliding an arm over your stomach.

"Do you think we could do this again sometime?" you asked. Hobie hummed against your neck, his puffy wicks tickling your ear as he tilted his head.

"Do what, lovie?" he murmured before kissing over the blanket of hickeys laid across your pulse. Your breath hitched for a moment as he pulled you against his warm body. You slid your hand down and threaded your fingers through his.

"I guess I meant to ask...are we an item now?" you said aloud. Hobie squeezed your hand as you glanced over your shoulder, his smile soft and melting you to the core.

"I mean, I figured that the second my lips hit yours was the moment that sealed it," he chuckled. You giggled and shifted a little more to softly peck his lips. Hobie sighed as you fully turned around, your front pressed against his as he brushed his long, nimble fingers through your hair. Your heart skipped a beat as you parted, your eyes dancing with a warm love you haven't felt in so long.

"I love you, Hobie Brown," you whispered softly while rubbing his upper back. Your boyfriend returned your gentle smile as he kissed your forehead.

"I love you, too, (Y/N) (L/N)," he grinned ear to ear.

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Pairing: Jimin x Reader Other tags: Olympic Swimmer!Jimin, Ex Olympic Swimmer! Reader, Swim Coach!Reader Genre: Strangers to Friends to Lovers!AU, Coach!AU, Swimming!AU, HEAVY Angst, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, fluff, eventual smut, I'm so soft for these two it's crazy. Word Count: 12.2k+ Synopsis: After a car accident ends her athletic career, Y/N has slowly started rebuilding her life again as a high school swim coach. That’s until she gets a request from an old friend and finds herself back in the spotlight as the new coach of Olympic swimmer, Park Jimin. Warnings: toxic relationship (not reader and jimin), arguments, cheating (not reader and jimin), talks about previous child abuse, anxiety attack, strong language, crying, emotional abuse (not reader and jimin), talks of bad parental relationships, abandonment issues, some PTSD, prescription medication use, mentions of depression and mental health, lots of angst in this one, finally making some progress though, age insecurity, mutual pining, lots of side character development in this one, they really are so sweet together, jimin just being the nicest boy in the world, so much PDA, physical touch is his love language 👀👀👀, writing this is so comforting even when its angsty lol, i think that's it, let me know if I missed something A/N: Hello hello. Probably my favorite chapter to date. Bad news is that I think this series might be a little longer than originally intended. My inability to just get to the point has things moving a little slow, but I'm trying my best. We'll have to see, though! Hope you enjoy reading :)

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Time went by quickly. Wednesday and Friday morning, Jimin and I met up to train for a few hours and then got breakfast together. When he asked if I wanted to work out with him in the evenings, I agreed. In the beginning, I had given him pointers, but after the second week came to a close, we had started exercising in silence. We spotted one another, made small talk, and went to dinner on the nights he did not go home to be with his parents. We got along and I was happy my overwhelming attraction to him had slowly calmed down.

I was still aware of his presence, the way he smelled, and how often he smiled and laughed, but I had grown used to seeing him walking around in barely anything at all. Hoseok called me a cougar whenever we had time to chat while Andy kept telling me to talk with Jimin about how I felt, but I had gotten very good at deflecting. Things were better and I was taking my wins whenever I could get them. Even if those wins meant I went home sexually frustrated and aching for someone to make it better.

Jimin was packing up for the night and I was getting ready to head out. He had plans with a large group of his friends, so I would have to figure out dinner by myself this time. He invited me but I politely declined. I could vaguely recall how rude his friends from that restaurant had been, and that one girl's mean glare. I had no interest in repeating that.

Giselle waved at me on her way out which I returned with a smile. She was a very sweet, college girl and getting to know her was fun. Her brother moved out here six years ago and was the only reason she left Memphis. In-State tuition and a rent-free bedroom was all it took to convince her to spend some quality time with her big brother and his dog, Lucky.

She and Sam were the closest, but I would often see her eating lunch with Megan when he was with a client. Everyone was making bets on when they would eventually hook up, but I was convinced that had already happened and they were keeping it a secret from the nosy staff.

"See you tomorrow," Yoongi called out from across the room, seemingly appearing out of thin air.

He was out of eyesight before I could reply.

"Bye Yoon," Giselle sing-songed anyway, shoving her ear buds in and leaving before the door could close behind Yoongi. "Night guys!"

As the young woman said, Yoongi and Megan were the two most important people to befriend. Not just for massages either. The both of them were hilarious and kept the back fridge stocked with our favorite snacks. On the mornings I did not have time to eat breakfast, Megan stopped and got me a muffin and coffee from her favorite cafe. If I needed someone to help me out in the pool, Yoongi was always happy to offer himself for the job. It was challenging for me to focus on my swimming when Jimin was around, and I would often come in early to get a quick work out in before he got here.

“You okay getting home?” Jimin asked.

We had come together tonight, and he had offered to drive us in his truck. I had grown very fond of the green machine, which Jimin affectionately called Fiona, and I jumped at the chance to get in his passenger seat. We were usually riding around in my car since it was better on gas.

“Yeah, I’m riding with Sam.”

Sam and I had grown close as well. He was super funny and always down to hang out with me if I showed up by myself. On the odd Sunday I felt like getting out of the house, I found myself at the gym with Sam. I was currently attempting to teach him how to swim and always filled in for Yoongi on the weekends.

Jimin nodded, “Good. See you this weekend?”

I smiled, “Can’t miss your big party.”

Jimin’s 24th birthday was on the 13th and his family liked to go big. Eloise was clearing out an entire section in their restaurant for all of us, and I had found myself teamed up with Taehyung to help with the planning. Na-Yeon put everything in his hands since she was not feeling up to the task this year. I only agreed to help when I realized just how overboard the snowboarder would go if no one was there to reel him back in. So far, I had placed the responsibility of decorating, music, and organizing the gift table on my shoulders. James had pulled me aside and thanked me when he found out. Apparently, he was also worried about Taehyung’s enthusiasm.

“It should be fun,” He nodded. “I’m going to head out.”

“See you tomorrow,” We had finally started coming 5 days a week. "We're working on your turns. Butterflies, too. Be prepared.”

He groaned, “You’re torturing me, coach.”

I laughed, “Is the baby upset?”

“Very,” He winked. My mouth went dry. Sometimes I felt silly for getting nervous around him, especially when I knew he flirted with everyone. I was not special. “See you Saturday.”

“Yeah,” I mumbled as I stared at his retreating back. “See you.”

Jimin’s birthday passed quietly. We had a great time and ate well. Taehyung got drunk enough to suggest karaoke once we cleared out the place for the night, and he and Na-yeon had all of us cracking up. I finally met Jungkook’s girlfriend, a pretty girl who did not talk very much, and I could feel the tension between the two of them. Jimin said that was just how they were and to ignore it.

After Jungkook successfully shoved Jimin's face into his cake, we opened presents. The boys got him tons of workout clothes and gear, Eloise bought him a new blender, and his parents both chipped in to get the new video game he had been talking about picking up.

I gifted him a bottle of his favorite cologne after Na-Yeon mentioned he was out. Jo Malone was the most distracting thing in my life right now, its scent clinging to the passenger side of my car most days and driving me insane if Jimin stood too close. Still, it was something I did not think I could part with now. Jimin was happy with the present and hugged me after opening it. I was positive I had this stupid grin on my face for the rest of the night.

By Halloween we were in the gym every day, save Sunday and the occasional Saturday when Jimin needed some time to rest. We both kept our word, our conversation at the restaurant we went to with Jungkook and Taehyung sticking better than I thought it would. Overtime he got more confident when asking for a break and I was a professional at picking up on his body language. We were a good team, and I was confident he would be in great shape for the Olympics.

It was mid-November now and Taehyung had finally gotten around to getting us together for the sushi date in Detroit. I had just gotten out of the shower when Jimin messaged he was going to come along. His mom had a rough Sunday and could not go to their usual dance class, so he had stayed with her instead. He looked worn out when he walked inside the pool room Monday morning so instead of training, I just sent him home. We were meeting back up on Wednesday to get back to work, but it seemed Jungkook’s nagging finally convinced him to come out with the rest of us.

My relationships with his friends had also started to improve. Taehyung had added me to their group chat a few weeks back and I had tried to keep up with them as often as I could remember to. It was not difficult. They text so often I had to silence notifications for the chat, but I had to admit they were really funny. Jungkook especially.

I was happy to spend time with everyone and getting out of the house sounded nice. Violet and Calvin were great, and I did enjoy eating dinner with them sometimes, but I would be lying if I said they would be my first choice to spend time with.

I had grown close enough with Taehyung during the partying planning that his bubbly, over the top personality had become more endearing than overwhelming. We had gone to lunch a few times together, his boldness only increasing with each meet up, and he could hold me hostage for hours if I let him. Milo was typically my saving grace, and Taehyung would leave with a wet kiss to my cheek and promises of the same time next week.

Tae: Y/N should pick you up

Jimin: Why???

Kookie: Your truck is ass

I chuckled and sent off a text of my own before going to my dresser to find something warm to wear.

Me: I don’t mind driving

Me: Don’t hate on the truck. I like it.

My phone chimed a few times but I ignored it for now. I knew I wanted to wear a pair of dark, navy jeans. It was freezing outside so a long sleeve was a must, but I could get away with just two layers. My hands found a mustard-yellow turtleneck and I smiled. I could wear my brown boots with it. Happy with my outfit, I checked on the chat.

Jimin: U sure?

Tae: The truck is GREEN

Tae: Already a crime

Kookie: It can’t go over 60

Darcy: omg stop blowing my phone up

Darcy: just ride with her dude

Jimin: Y/N?

I rolled my eyes. I hated when he did that. Jimin had the habit of double and triple checking in with someone. It was sweet but it also drove me insane. There was nothing more I disliked than repeating myself, especially if I already agreed to something.

Me: I’ll pick you up in 30, k?

Jimin: Thanks

Darcy: Was that so hard?

I frowned. So, Darcy was in a bad mood then. Shouldn't take it out on Jimin, I thought. Even if she was having a bad day, something that seemed to be a reoccurring theme with her, it doesn't mean she can just talk to people like that. Fighting the urge to give into my annoyance and call her out, I tossed my phone on my bed and made myself finish getting ready.

Walking into the living room, I went on a hunt for the jacket I wanted to wear. It was the same color as my leather boots with sherpa trim. It would tie everything together and, I hoped, would keep Taehyung from complaining too much about the “offensive” color of my shirt. He had a hard time accepting anything in the yellow or green family. Finding it on the sofa, I nodded and left it be. I would grab it on my way out.

It took me more time to get my hair figured out than anything, but once I gave up and did the same thing that I did every day, it worked itself. After that, I put on a little bit of makeup since I figured it would not take me very long. This was a casual outing with friends and the dim lights of the sushi place would give me some grace if things were not perfect. A nice base, simple eye look, and a layer of mascara already had me looking more awake than I had in months. After applying a layer of lip gloss and a misting of setting spray, I was out of the door, jacket keeping me warm, and purse tucked under my arm.

I drove in silence, like I always did, and pulled onto the curb of Jimin’s house. Sending a text to the chat, I waited for him to come out. I was a few minutes later than I said I would be, but Jimin found a way to be late for everything, so I did not feel that bad about it. Taehyung and Milo were already on leaving Ann Arbor, and Jungkook and Darcy riding with them. They would only beat us there by fifteen minutes or so, but I hoped he would hurry up and come outside. Taehyung worked hard for those reservations.

My phone vibrated and I stared at the little device in my cup holder. It was weird how my anxiety fluctuated on a daily basis. Back home, I could talk on the phone and hold a conversation behind the wheel, but ever since I came to Michigan it felt like I had taken three massive steps back. Taking a few deep breaths, I told myself that I was safe. I was parked, completely stationary, and no one was around. No traffic meant no accidents. Sucking in a harsh breath, I picked it up.

Jimin: Be out in a sec

Jimin: Just making sure mom is okay

He had not left his mother’s house in days. I was worried about Na-Yeon, but I had to believe that Jimin would tell me if something was seriously wrong with her. I had truly started to feel connected with the woman. We joked over dinner and I found myself helping her out more and more each time I came by. It would devastate me if she passed away without me knowing how bad it had gotten.

Me: Take your time

He came out only two minutes later. Wearing a heavy, black puffy jacket and tight pants, Jimin leisurely walked over and got into the car. His cologne hit me as soon as the door opened, and I bit my lip, trying to hide the deep inhale I took. Jo fucking Malone.

He smiled at me but otherwise kept quiet as I drove. He knew I had a difficult time behind the wheel and tried his best to keep conversation light. While I normally appreciated the sentiment, I did not want to make him sit in silence for 45 minutes. Opening and closing my mouth a few times, I struggled to come up with a good conversation topic.

We often bounced from idea to idea, mostly sticking to swimming and music, and I always found our little talks to be very insightful. Movies and tv shows had been fun to bond over, a small generational gap introducing us to shit we had never heard of before. There were so many things I could bring up, things that Jimin would jump at the idea to talk about. Still, I could not find my voice.

“So,” I started, awkwardly, trying to push past the blockade of anxiety. “Is this place as good as Tae says or is he going off on one of his rants again?”

Jimin chuckled softly. “It’s pretty good, but it’s still just sushi. Taehyung finds a way to make everything sound extravagant.”

We shared a quiet laugh.

“It was nice of him to invite me,” My hands gripped the wheel tighter. We were starting to approach more populated areas. “He didn’t have to do that.”

Jimin snorted childishly, the sound relaxing me ever so slightly. If there was one thing I hated was driving at night. I was lucky the snow had stopped falling yesterday afternoon and the roads were clear, but a part of me wished I had asked Jimin to drive.

Traffic in Saline was lighter than any town back in Colorado, and driving around was a breeze in comparison. At home, you were lucky if there was only one accident a day, but more times than not I had been stuck on the interstate for hours because of multiple car crashes. Michigan felt less hectic; safer. Not safe enough to let my guard down, but safe enough to listen to Jimin when he spoke.

“Taehyung is just that kind of guy.”

I nodded; eyes glued to the road. I wanted to say something and keep our conversation flowing, but the more cars around us the more I tuned him out. My eyes flickered between my rearview mirror, side mirrors, and windshield rapidly as I drove. Once we were out of Saline and on I-94, I loosened my grip on the wheel. We would not hit much traffic until we were closer to Detroit.

Jimin stayed quiet and looked out the window. I wanted to thank him for being so understanding, but I knew he would not want me to. I kept my thoughts to myself and focused on the road. Jimin began to hum an unfamiliar tune.

My hands were shaking when we pulled up to the restaurant. Traffic had gotten pretty bad coming into the city, but we had picked a good day to come out. Jimin hummed and sang underneath his breath for most of the car ride, and we had a few small sporadic conversations when I felt the knots in my stomach loosen for a few brief moments.

"It's been forever since I've come here," Jimin said to himself, going to unbuckle his seat belt. "It looks pretty filled up."

Bash was a sushi place across from Wayne State University's football field and was one Taehyung’s favorite restaurants. He bragged about how delicious their food was for weeks before finally wearing me down with the promise of picking up the tab. He made reservations for their omakase, or “chef’s choice,” and promised I would get his obsession.

When I talked to Megan about it, she had said it was an expensive meal, so I was going to try and force myself to enjoy it regardless of my own personal feelings. Jimin seemed to like it here, and we usually enjoyed a lot of the same foods, so it made me feel a bit better about things.

I had to park down the street and spotted Taehyung’s Mazda a few cars away. Instead of getting out, I took a few moments to gather my composure. Jimin sat beside me patiently. He had grown used to my traffic anxiety. We had driven together so many times now, and he had gotten a taste of the worst of it a handful of times.

He had only asked about it the first time we rode to the gym together, completely frazzled and unsure of himself as I hyperventilated in the driver's seat. My hands trembled violently as my palms sweat profusely, and I let myself shed a few tears once we were parked. He reached out, placing a hand on my back, and quietly asked me what was bothering me.

“Red light,” I managed to wheeze out. They were doing some construction on the main road and things started piling up. I had gotten stuck in the intersection for just a few seconds, but it was long enough to send me into a blind panic. “Anxiety. Sorry. Need a minute.”

He helped me calm down, calming down to help me through my panic attack. We played a game of I-Spy, Jimin picking out the most obvious shit and saying the most random things to point out in order to make me laugh. When I felt a little better, he got out of the car to help me get out. After that he kept quiet about my obvious driving discomforts, but stuck close just in case I needed the support, and always offered to drive.

“Ready?” He asked when I grabbed my phone out of the cup holder.

“Yeah.”

We walked inside and the hostess made light conversation while she walked us to the back. Taehyung's laugh could be heard from the other side of the room, and his bright blue hair and vibrant eyeshadow stuck out like a sore thumb in this place. Milo was dressed in all black, his arm draped around his fiancé's shoulder, and a smile on his face. Jungkook was beside him scrolling through his phone, but Darcy was nowhere in sight. Glancing at Jimin, he seemed exasperated.

“Trouble in paradise,” He murmured, leaning down so I could hear him. I had to imagine their relationship was very exhausting and took its toll on their friend group. I knew how much it sucked being caught between Tilly and Hobi back in the day. “Here we fucking go.”

Taehyung jumped out of the booth when he caught sight of us, his fluffy, white cropped top riding up, revealing even more of his tanned skin. The snowboarder wrapped his arms around my waist and snuggled my hairline, showering me in compliments. Gold hoop earrings tapped my forehead, and his belly button ring was cold against my ribcage. He was happy to see me “dolled up” for once and forgave how ugly my shirt was since I looked “so cute.”

Milo gave me a slight wave, eyes never leaving Taehyung's bouncing body as he embraced Jimin, and Jungkook put his phone down to greet us. Darcy had gone to the bathroom and from the look on Milo’s face, Jimin’s was right about trouble in paradise. Whatever was going on, we were all about to fall witness. It made my stomach churn just thinking about it.

Our waitress brought a new pot of tea, asking us if we needed anything, before leaving with the promise of the first course coming out soon. Darcy almost slammed into the poor woman on her way back to our booth, her annoyed huff making the hair on the back of my neck stand up. When she sat down beside her boyfriend her entire body was rigged and face pulled together tightly. She did not spare us a glance as she sulked.

Darcy was a very beautiful girl and it made sense why Jungkook liked her so much. Tanned skin, green eyes, and black hair, the girl had one of those bodies most women would pay thousands of dollars for. Like Taehyung had said, she was a pleasant enough person, and we did not along well enough to hold a conversation, but there was no hiding the fact that Darcy was not a nice girl. In fact, I would venture to say she was very, very mean.

I saw it firsthand at Jimin’s birthday party. I had a moment where I felt myself panicking. Overwhelmed with all of the noise and people, I excused myself and called Andy to get my head back on straight. The women's restroom was tucked away in a small hallway and allowed me the space to shed a few tears. I was just starting to calm down, Andy's words of encouragement getting back to some sort of baseline, while I rubbed cold water on my neck. That was when I heard Jungkook on the other side of the door.

He was angry and when I told Andy I needed to go, I had every intention of going out there to talk to him, but another voice beat me to it. Darcy had been in a bad mood since she walked through the front door, her shitty attitude bringing down the party every time she opened her mouth. At first, I just brushed it off as an off night, something I could feel empathy towards, but then she opened her mouth and stopped those thoughts in their tracks.

The two of them were serial cheaters, and Jimin had alluded to that being their main issue when I asked about her attitude problem earlier that night. Eloise was the person who gave me the whole story and was not afraid to voice her dislike for the older girl. This was different from Milo, a guy who she clashed with due to their night and day personalities. Darcy had actively picked on and made fun of her growing up, and bullied her older sister while they were in school together.

Darcy, according to Eloise, started the back-and-forth cheating when they were in college. Instead of going their separate ways, something I doubt anyone would have blamed Jungkook for doing, he chose to get even. After fucking one of her sorority sisters, Jungkook made his way through the entire house within the span of three months. In retaliation, Darcy slept with a couple of guys from the NHL, something she still did to this day.

On the night of the party, she was still fuming over catching him with another woman a few days prior. Trapped in the bathroom and too afraid to let them know I could hear them; I suffered through five minutes of a couple’s quarrel I had no business being in the middle of. It was an eye opener for sure and made me avoid getting too close to either of them.

Darcy was very mean and spiteful, her words meant to cut him deeply with little care about how it would make him feel in the long run. She even brought up screwing one of his rivals to get back at him, something she had done on numerous occasions, and went as far as to compare the two men in bed. It helped to explain why Jungkook hated Jackson Wang so much.

Jungkook, despite how much I enjoyed him as an individual, was just as awful. He spent most of the argument defending his bad behavior by bringing up her own and took no accountability for his actions. He could have sex with all of Michigan and it would be justified because she cheated on him first. It was all very juvenile, and I tried my best to avoid them for the rest of the night.

“Bet they can’t go ten minutes without fighting,” Jimin mumbled in my ear.

I fought back a smile, leaning into his side. Physical touch was the swimmer’s love language and I had slowly grown accustomed to small touches here and there. So, it did not catch me off guard when his arm came around my shoulders, resting just above my head, hand gently brushing against my neck. The voice in my head often wished he would do it more often.

“She won’t start something before the food gets here,” I reasoned, stealing a look at the couple. Jungkook seemed fine, but from the look on Darcy’s face that might change soon. “I’ll say twenty.”

“What are we bargaining for?”

I laughed awkwardly, “Whatever you want.”

Taking a second to think, Jimin eyed the couple across the table. Taehyung and Milo were obviously extremely aware of the couple's awkward tension and tactfully ignored them, instead giggling about some inside joke. They were a very sweet pair. My weariness about Milo had dissipated over the last few weeks, but I could understand why he and Eloise could not get along.

Lou herself had admitted to being a bit of a stuck-up teenager back in the day, and Milo was the typical small-town stoner. They constantly butt heads when they were in high school, and just drifted apart with age. Taehyung and Jimin's friendship were the only reason they were in the same circle anymore, and the two just never spoke to avoid pressing buttons.

“I want to do something together,” Jimin finally said, I smiled, trying to ignore the snarky comments Darcy was making. The arguing was starting, and I felt my neck growing hot. Did they have to do this in public? “Get dinner or something.”

“We do that all the time,” I countered, half-heartedly paying attention to him.

“Denny’s doesn’t count," He mumbled.

The waitress finally came back with a large tray of sushi in her hand. That seemed to break up the argument momentarily, but Darcy did not seem pleased to be interrupted. Stuffing a large piece of ahi sashimi in my mouth, I sparked up a conversation with Taehyung to keep myself from having another meltdown. Beside him, Milo sent me a grateful look.

The rest of the table was silent, waiting for the fight to resume. Taehyung kept smiling painfully, but I could see the panic bubbling in his eyes, and for once I saw a small crack in his otherwise well-crafted facade.

“I didn’t mean just getting food,” Jimin finally continued when we hit a lull, and it took me a few seconds to remember what he was talking about. “I meant… going out.”

I looked at him, eyebrow raised. His cheeks were puffed with scallops and I wished we were alone. This was not a conversation I wanted to have in front of the others, especially if he was insinuating what I thought he was. I did not want to jump to conclusions, but I was sure he was asking me out on a date. Even if it made me feel jittery thinking about it, I had a difficult time finding the voice to say yes. Saying no felt just as impossible, though, and I wished he would have picked a better time to bring this up. Whatever the hell this was.

“What are you asking me?” I whispered, taking another piece of fish off my plate, sneaking a look at Taehyung and Milo.

They were too wrapped up in one another to being listening in on us. I did not even bother checking in with the other two. I knew for a fact they did not care about anybody else but themselves.

“You know,” He replied.

Dating was not off the table, and I was more than happy to indulge myself, but I was worried about crossing this invisible line I had drawn. What would people say if they found out? A coach and her trainee, and even worse, the older woman and her much younger man. I could see the headlines now and it made my palms sticky. That would not be a good look for either one of us, and I did not want our personal relationship to affect Jimin’s career.

Putting my chopsticks down, I leaned away from him. “Can we talk about this later?”

He nodded, meeting my eyes, and I was relieved to see he was not upset. I had seen him angry a few times now, and he wore it on his sleeve with pride. Jimin was not afraid of his emotions, something I found extremely attractive, and it was nice that all I could see right now was understanding. Whatever happened he would hear me out, and I had to hope he would be understanding. I just had to be sure I did not fuck anything up.

Across the table the bickering had started again. Our waitress brought out the rest of our meal, sans desert, and seemed happy we were enjoying the food. She eyed Darcy wearily and left our table in a hurry. I felt horrible for the wait staff who had come to our table. They were all getting the nastiest looks from the dark haired beauty.

“Do we really have to do this now?” Jungkook sighed, running a hand through his hair roughly. His face was red and expression tight. “In front of my friends, dude? Are you serious?”

I cleared my throat, grabbed my tea and took a long sip before sinking into the booth and praying no one could see me. Jimin’s arm dropped, and he squeezed my shoulder in comfort. I let myself melt under his touch. It always felt nice when his hands were on me, his warmth burning hot like a furnace even in below freezing temperatures. Taehyung’s eyes were bulging out of his head now, his bottom lip trembling as he tried his best to keep the conversation between the four of us light. He had stopped trying to include the other two.

“You two seem close,” He gritted, fakeness coming from him that I had never encountered before. “Glad you were able to sort that out.”

I looked over at Jimin and saw his cheeks had gone pink. So, Taehyung knew something I didn’t. It would make sense for the childhood best friend to get the scoop before the chick he’s known for two months, I had definitely vented to my friends on more than one occasion, and my curiosity was peaked.

“I'm working on it,” Jimin replied, taking a big gulp of water. “Thanks, Tae," He breathed, rolling his eyes.

I stifled a laugh. He was so cute when he was embarrassed. I made a mental note to ask Tae to explain what he meant when we had a chance to get lunch. I had a feeling the snowboarder would be more than happy to divulge that little piece of information.

“Talking about me to your friends?” I teased, trying my best to ignore the ever-growing argument across from me. The butterflies in my stomach were a helpful distraction. “Good things, I hope.”

He cracked a smile, face and neck flushed. “The best things.”

Such a flirt.

I bit my lip and looked away. Eating was a nice way to interrupt the electricity that was enveloping us, and I gorged myself on octopus and tuna. Whatever the hell these dishes were, I had to admit the sushi here was the best I had ever had. I would never doubt a recommendation from Taehyung again.

The conversation started flowing easily after that. Jungkook and Darcy were at a stalemate and were relatively quiet on their side of the booth. With the atmosphere lightening, Milo felt good enough to start telling us his latest work stories. He was a firefighter along with all three of his brothers. His father was promoted to chief about five years ago but was coming up to his retirement. The only one of his siblings to avoid the fireman fate was his baby sister, but had still managed to find a job at the station.

"You guys must be close," I laughed in disbelief.

“It’s the family business,” He joked. "Rosie is our new EMT."

Taehyung spoke excitedly about his upcoming competitions and was really hopeful he would win enough to qualify for the Olympics this year. Milo and Jimin both reassured him multiple times while I tried my best to keep up with everything he was talking about. I had very little knowledge of snowboarding, so I was having to constantly interrupt and ask for clarification. No one seemed to mind, and eventually Jungkook joined in to talk about his upcoming hockey games.

The Red Wings were having a good year, and he was proud of his team for working as hard as they did. As a goalie, he did not do a lot of skating, but his job was one of the hardest on the team. From what I knew after watching a few games on tv with Jimin's family, Jungkook was one of the best goalies in the NHL who was highly sought after. He had been offered millions to transfer to the New York Rangers, but out of loyalty he turned them down.

“I’ll take you to a few matches if you want,” Jimin offered. “Kook can get us tickets whenever.”

I smiled, “That sounds like fun.”

“Milo and I go all of the time so we can sit together,” Taehyung interjected, his shoulders relaxed for the first time since we got here.

Darcy was quiet and stayed on her phone. Jungkook was pretending she was not here, and it helped keep the arguing from starting again. I was not sure how long the truce would last, but I hoped they could hold it together long enough for us to finish eating.

“So Y/N,” Milo mused, taking a piece of fish from Taehyung’s plate. “Have you ever thought about competing again?”

I laughed nervously, “For a time, maybe. My injuries make it hard for me to swim the way I used to so I decided to keep it as a hobby.”

It was not a complete lie, but I knew I might be able to get back into competitions if I put in the time and effort. I hated the thought of being back in the spotlight, cameras shoved in my face, only to lose and give them more to talk about. I was still recovering from the trauma they inflicted on me after the accident. My leg injuries just gave me the perfect excuse to keep my distance.

He nodded, eyebrows knitted, “I didn’t know you had medical leave. What happened?”

Jimin tensed up beside me.

“I was in a car accident,” I replied. Talking about what happened did not bother me as much as it used to, and Milo seemed genuinely interested in the answer. “I had to get a full knee replacement on my left side, and a full hip replacement. I should have lost my leg, but the doctor on staff recognized me and brought up my profession.”

Milo whistled, giving me a sympathetic look. “Leg? You could have died.”

“Well,” I breathed, finishing off my last piece of fish. “I pulled through though, so it wasn’t all bad.” I fiddled with my shirt, pretending to smooth it down as I played it cool. "Anyway, I have nerve damage in my leg that makes me get really horrible cramps and twitching if I overwork my muscles. It sucks but coaching is really fun, so I can't complain."

Blatantly lying wasn't something I did often, but I truly hated reliving the months of physical therapy. Unable to walk or talk, I was stuck in that hospital bed for weeks and then got sent home to watch my closest friends wait on me hand-and-foot. When I wasn’t in physical therapy, I was with my SLP. When I wasn’t with her then I was in bed, crying into my pillow, and wishing I had never woken up. It was an extremely dark time in my life, one filled with chronic pain and overwhelming depression, and talking about it made me emotional.

“Anyway,” Taehyung sent his fiancé a pointed look. “Kookie’s next home game is in two weeks.”

Happy to be out of the spotlight, I began to talk with Jimin about changing our schedule around so we could attend the game. Taehyung was excited to get me some Red Wing merchandise, and Jungkook quickly began to boast about his prowess on the ice. Darcy scoffed beside him and I felt the group tense up.

“You’re so cocky, Ian,” She taunted, eyes glued to her phone. “I heard Avalanche was doing really well this season.”

I knew from the group chat that the Red Wings and the Colorado Avalanche had a long-standing rivalry. It had started all the way back in the mid-90’s and reached its peak in 2002. While the intensity had dissipated over the years, it had recently spiked up again due to Jungkook and Jackson Wang’s ongoing feud. The only reason Darcy would bring that up would be to piss her boyfriend off.

“Hm,” Jungkook smirked, chuckling darkly. “Who told you that?”

I held my breath, already guessing where this was going. The tension from earlier was thicker than ever as we fell silent. Darcy put her phone on the table, flipped her hair over her shoulder, and looked Jungkook in the face as she replied.

“Jackson.”

It was dead silent for a few seconds. Then, without waiting for a response, Darcy kept digging the knife in and twisting. She called him ugly, said he sucked in bed, brought up all of the ways Jackson was better than he was, and went as far as to bring up his father's affair. Jungkook could not get a word in as her silky voice dropped lower and lower, words cutting deeper and deeper, and eyes growing brighter as she watched his expression fall. I learned something tonight. Darcy enjoyed hurting Jungkook.

"Why are you doing this, dude?" Jungkook's voice was thick with emotion. "You're acting like a fucking child. It's embarrassing."

“Holy shit,” Milo groaned as their voices got louder. “Are they being forreal right now?”

“Babe,” Taehyung scolded, the forced smile still plastered on his face. “Language.”

“You weren’t embarrassed when you fucked that girl” Darcy screamed and I felt my stomach twist uncomfortably. “Why should I feel bad about airing out my dirty laundry? Everyone here knows how much of a whore I am anyway, isn’t that right, Ian?”

“Keep your voice down,” Jungkook hissed, eyes glassy. “You’re causing a scene.”

Taehyung and Milo looked as mortified as I felt, both of them staring at Darcy in horror. The entire restaurant had gone silent. Eyes were glued to our table as they argued. She shouted about him getting his dick sucked in their bed, and Jungkook was just angry she was acting like this in public. It was Jimin’s birthday all over again only this time they knew people were watching and did not care. Taehyung’s smile was finally gone and replaced by trembling lips and fidgeting hands.

“Take that shit outside,” Jimin cut in, voice cold and hard. Darcy glared daggers in our direction. “You’re going to get us kicked out.”

Darcy opened her mouth to argue but was interrupted by the waitress coming back and demanding our party leave. Taehyung began to apologize profusely while Darcy stormed out of the restaurant, bumping into numerous people roughly without looking back. Jungkook was hot on her heels, breathing heavily, and eyes glossed over with unshed tears. She shouted that Jackson was outside and for Jungkook to go fuck himself. Jungkook didn’t reply but I knew he was not expecting the other man to be here. I sure the fuck wasn't.

An arm wrapped around my shoulders, “Hey, calm down. Breathe.”

I had not realized I had been holding my breath. Turning my head, I was taken aback by how close Jimin was. Our noses brushed together, his breath hot against my cheek, and I jerked away, heart racing. The butterflies were swarming now, and a shiver went down my spine. His arm dropped and I immediately missed its warmth. Flustered, I scooted out of the booth and kept my head hung low. I was so embarrassed, and I could hear Taehyung’s voice starting to wobble as he handed over some cash to the waitress for the trouble. No one was going home happy tonight.

“I’m so fucking pissed off,” Jimin grunted, keeping in step with me. Milo was attempting to get a now hysterical Taehyung calmed as they followed behind us. “I don’t know why Tae invites the two of them anywhere.”

I shook my head, “It’s not his fault. She needs to get some self-control, though. That was so rude and uncalled for, and for what?"

“They both owe him a fucking apology,” He sighed harshly.

The guests of honor were already in a very heated screaming match when we finally made it outside. Whatever had been brewing inside had clearly reached its peak, and neither one of them was willing to back down. Jimin’s arm was back around my shoulders as he tried his best to shelter me from the strong winds that were kicking up. Looking at Darcy and Jungkook all I could see were my parents and it caused me great discomfort. Maybe I should try to call my dad again and make sure he was alright? He rarely answered but at least it would cut some of the edge off of my anxiety.

“Why are you acting like this?” Jungkook shouted, pulling at his hair. “What the fuck is wrong with you, dude?”

“You!” Darcy shrieked. “You! You! YOU! You’re the problem. This is all your fault!”

Jungkook called her a crazy bitch and Darcy slapped him across the face before stomping off. A sleek red convertible was waiting for her on the curb, a well-groomed man behind the steering wheel. He smiled and waved at Jungkook before speeding off, Darcy already attaching her lips to his neck and not sparing any of us a second glance.

“What the fuck!” Taehyung shouted, sobbing and clinging to Milo.

I was surprised he was able to hold himself back for that long. He seemed hellbent on strangling Jungkook as soon as he was able. I stepped to the side watching a man I had never seen upset shove Jungkook backwards. Any resemblance of a smile was gone now, replaced with a snot-nosed, red eyed man with bared teeth. Jungkook stumbled, barely keeping his footing before shoving the other man back. Milo was quick to defend his fiancé, pushing Jungkook so hard he stumbled, fell on his ass, and cried out in pain.

Jimin’s arm gripped me tighter as he stared at the scene unfold in silence. His clenched jaw, however, told me how angry he was. I briefly wondered what he would be doing if he was not so focused on keeping me warm.

“That was so fucked up,” Taehyung cried, wiping his face roughly. “I told you both to keep that shit at home or don’t come!”

“She started it! It’s not my fault-”

“Dude,” Milo shook his head, wrapping his arms around Taehyung. “It doesn’t fucking matter. That’s your girl.”

As the three of them argued, I tried to decipher the look on Jimin’s face. He was angry, that was very apparent, and I felt my own anger finally start to rise. He had been dealing with so much shit and on his first night out in ages this happens? It was unfair and ridiculous, my frustration over the entire situation making me want to go over and push Jungkook around, too. However, I knew that was not the way to handle this. Truth was, he was not the only person to blame for how badly the night had ended. Darcy was the main instigator.

“Are you okay?” I asked Jimin, stepping away from his tight embrace. His arm was still around my shoulders with no sign of moving. “I’m sorry everything got so shitty.”

He nodded, face softening when he looked at me. “Just worried about Taehyung. He was really excited about tonight.”

The yelling was finally starting to calm down and I was happy that they were talking things out. I did not think I could handle the screaming for any longer. I had been a bundle of nerves since I left my house, and my fingers trembled at my sides. I could hear my mother’s voice echoing in my head, though I was positive it was distorted after so many years. Sometimes when her and dad fought, she would find me hiding in my closet and pull me out, hands leaving my skin tender from the harsh grip she had on my arms, before telling me to clean up the broken dishes from off the floor.

“Come here you little shit!”

She hated me; hated being a mother. I could remember how much I wished she would hold me like the other kids' moms held them but was too afraid to ask. One time I drew a picture of her at school and she never even looked at it. Instead, she smoked her cigarettes at the dinner table and watched Law and Order. If I really thought about it, she threw the drawing away. It was too dirty. Just like I was too dirty.

Mom had germaphobia and considered me one of the dirtiest things she had ever seen. I was not allowed in their bedroom because of it. Dad went along with it like he did everything else. When he wasn’t drinking, he was sleeping or in the garage. I hoped he was doing okay. Danielle seemed to be just as controlling as mom had been.

“Where’d you go?”

I startled, whipping around to find Jimin staring at me. His expression was gentle and calm, and I was suddenly aware of the harsh chill nipping at my wet cheeks. I had not noticed I was starting to cry. Strange. It had been a long time since those memories had been brought up.

“Are you okay?” He asked, rubbing my arm. “You looked lost.”

I nodded, quickly reaching up to pat the tears away. It was a good thing my mascara was smudge proof or else I might look even more pathetic. I am 31 now and it felt stupid to cry over things so far in the past. Things I had not had to deal with in well over 20 years. Dr.Wolfe would disagree with me, but she wasn't here.

“Yeah,” I nodded, voice thick. “Just zoned out for a second. Eyes must have dried out.”

It was a bad lie, but a lie he accepted. Squeezing my arm one last time, he finally moved away to give me a bit of breathing room. That was another thing that I always appreciated about the guy. He never overstayed his welcome, even if he wanted to. Taking a second to compose myself, I mindlessly fixed my hair and adjusted my clothes. Nervous habit.

“I think everyone’s heading home for the night,” Jimin said, nodding his head toward the other three men. “They seem cool. You ready to leave?”

I shrugged, “If you are.”

He nodded and walked over to the ground. I gave myself another moment to gather my thoughts. The worst of it was over and I doubted those memories would make themselves known again. With the screaming over it would not take long for my head to get itself straightened out. I might ask Jimin to drive us back, though. I was exhausted, and frankly, I did not think we would be safe if I was behind the wheel. Nothing worse than an anxious driver.

Jungkook was ashamed of their behavior tonight, and when I joined the others, he was quick to throw a million apologies in my direction. I accepted them all easily but knew it would take me a few days to fully forgive him. Tonight was a lot. Hopefully I could speak with Taehyung privately and ask him not to invite the couple out with us. If I never had to see Darcy again it would make my stay that much easier.

“I think we’re going to go home,” Milo said once Jungkook walked away. He was planning on calling an Uber so Tae could have a bit of space. “My little flower is burned out for the night.”

I smiled sadly, “Are you sure? We can always try something else.”

Taehyung’s head snapped in my direction and I wanted to scoop him up in my arms. His face was puffy from crying and eyes still misty. He was quick to nod his head and reached out to take hold of my hands.

“You still want to hang out with me?” He whimpered.

I had only said it to cheer him up not thinking that he would actually go for the idea. I had never seen him so distraught before and Milo seemed convinced that he was over having fun. Stealing a look at the blonde, he gave me a grateful smile but otherwise kept a watchful eye on Taehyung.

“Of course I do,” I finally replied, squeezing his large hands. “Tonight wasn’t your fault.”

His lower lip started to wobble again and next thing I knew I was in a very tight, warm hug. Taehyung cried into the crook of my neck. He was worried I would not like him anymore because of the fight. I awkwardly hugged him back, hoping my calm reassurances would soothe him. We really needed to get from outside the front of this restaurant before they called the cops.

“It’s alright,” I said, trying to gently remove his arms from my waist. “We’re still friends, I promise.”

After another minute of crying, Taehyung was back in Milo’s arms. His face was red, and his nose was running, but the sobs had stopped. Jimin placed a hand on my lower back and started to bounce a few ideas off of Milo. It was late, but from the sound of things, our get together was not over. I could not say for certain if this was a good thing or not, I did need to have that talk with Jimin. If we were out too late there was no way for me to promise I would not pass out in the car.

“Uh,” Jimin thought for a second. “If we’re still hungry there’s Pie Sci and Woodbridge is right down the street. There's also that park a few blocks away."

I shrugged, “Whatever’s the best?” Looking at Taehyung, I made sure that he was feeling well enough to hang out. “I won’t be upset if you want to go home. It was a rough night for all of us.”

He sniffled and nodded. “I’m just really tired.”

Jimin and I said our goodbyes and I promised the blue haired boy I would call him in the morning to set up another meet up. He called it a group date, something neither Jimin nor I disagreed with, but it did make me feel queasy. Depending on how our conversation goes, we may never spend time together outside of training. I felt like I was going to vomit.

“Let me drive?” Jimin murmured as we parted ways with the couple.

I nodded, digging in my purse to find them. “Mind reader, I swear. Get out of my head, kid.”

He snickered, “Who says you weren’t in mine, granny”

The queasiness dissipated and I felt like I could breathe a little bit easier now. Being alone with Jimin had never felt this nerve wracking before, not even the first time we met, and it was hard to explain all of the thoughts and feelings going through my head. We were finally having the talk, but I had never imagined it going this way. Handing him the keys, I elbowed him in the ribs.

“Whoops,” I mocked. “You know me and my bad eyesight, kiddo.”

“Watch it,” He hissed, rubbing the spot. “Don’t want you breaking anything. You know you have frail bones.”

I laughed, “Don’t make me give you a knuckle sandwich, punk.��

Sliding into the passenger seat felt less daunting after the light hearted exchange. Still, my blood was pumping as Jimin clicked his seatbelt in place. I had no idea when the conversation would shift into murkier waters, but I needed to start thinking about what to say to him.

Denying my feelings would only make things worse, and I did not think the younger man would believe me. In fact, he would be offended that I thought he was dumb enough to get bamboozled in the first place. Lying did not seem like the right call anyway. My feelings were not something to feel ashamed about, but they were very frightening.

“When is later?”

I gasped, startled out of my thoughts. We had been driving for over ten minutes already. Time seemed to slip by when I was lost in my own head. Jimin apologized for scaring me but repeated the question once I reassured him that I was fine.

“Now,” I mumbled. “I guess later is now.”

Turning on the blinker, Jimin switched lanes smoothly. He was probably the best driver that I knew and always made sure to keep my little quirks in mind during our rides. He had even gotten used to leaving the radio off when I was around, something that I appreciated more than words could ever say. Recognizing that I was stalling, I cleared my throat and tried my best to get my jumbled thoughts across.

“As much as I would like to go on that date,” I started, voice weak, “I’m just a bit concerned with how that might affect our ability to work together.”

There we go, I thought to myself mentally patting myself on the back. That was not as hard as I thought it would be. Leaving out a few details would not hurt anybody, and it was the main cause of concern for me. My age was definitely up there, but I doubted Jimin would understand my perspective. To him I was just older, but to the rest of the world I was this cougar on the prowl for young men to help me relive my glory days. Even my own friends thought it was funny to make fun of the age gap.

“Is it only because of that?” Jimin pressed, his voice telling me that he was still reacting positively to whatever was coming out of my mouth. I was refusing to look at him, fearful that he would see through me. “Or is there something else bothering you?”

“W-w-well-” I stammered, “There is the media frenzy to think about. Sejin is already dealing with the press and your ‘out of character’ seclusion this season. Then there’s the age gap. I just-” I struggled to find the right words. Having let my insecurity slip out, I lost my flow and scrambled to get back on track. “Look, I haven’t done this whole dating thing in a really long time, and I don’t want that to get in the way of being a good coach. Ozzie put me in charge of you, and my reputation is on the line.”

I could hear my heart beating in my ears. Mouth dry and palms sweaty, I forced myself to look out of the window as I spoke. Anxiety had been something I dealt with for as long as I could remember, and it only got worse the older I got. My hands and fingers trembled in my lap as I tried to steady my breathing.

In all of the dreams I had about Jimin, and there had been quite a few at this point, this moment had never felt so real and raw. We were always in these picture perfect pieces of heaven, sunshine beaming down on us, and the words I desperately wanted to say fell from my lips with ease. It was simple and sweet, and yet profound and beautiful. I could wax poetics and put myself thoughts together so eloquently he had no choice but to say yes to me.

Reality was different. Here I was stumbling over my sentences and stuttering my way through words. Instead of taking his hand with mine, I was fidgeting with shaking fingers and desperately hoping he could not see just how uncomfortable I was. I knew he did. He always noticed. My heart was racing so fast I was afraid it would burst. Had he turned the heart up? It was boiling.

“I just want to know how you feel about me.”

“Hm?” I squeaked, unable to form any real words. My mouth was too dry.

“I’ve thought about all of the same shit,” Jimin continued, voice as smooth and calming as ever. “I don’t care about any of that. All I want to know is how you feel about me.”

“You know,” I replied, wheezing. Talking felt impossible. “You know.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

Taking in a deep breath, I squeezed my eyes shut and began the mental countdown. My therapist taught me the technique years ago and I always found it to be helpful. I did this a few times until I felt calm enough to open my eyes.

“Are you alright?” Jimin asked.

“Yeah,” I nodded, finally feeling my heart rate slowing. “A little anxious.”

“Don’t be,” He placed a hand on my knee. “It’s just me.”

And he was right. It was just Jimin and I in my car, but that was also the reason I felt so suffocated. There was nowhere to run or hide in here, and if things went south I was stuck with him for half an hour. Trying not to let those pessimistic thoughts send me back into a panic, I began to mentally point out things in my car.

Air freshener. It's green. It smells like pine and lemons. I want a new scent. Jimin likes to buy this coconut and mango one that smells like candy. I will buy one like his. I love the smell.

I let out a heavy breath. Everything was fine. He was not upset. He just wanted to know how I felt about him. Nothing more nothing less. My heart was settling, and my fingers were no longer shaking.

“I like you,” I choked out, placing my hand over his. “But you already knew that.”

He gently laughed, flipping his hand up to intertwine our fingers.

“Yeah, you’re a terrible actress.”

I groaned, leaning my head against the window. As much as I tried kidding myself, there was absolutely no way he did not see the way I looked at him. I always knew when his flirting took on a more serious edge, like when he called me beautiful after seeing the scar on my leg for the first time, so it should not have been surprising that he picked up on a thing or two. Still, it did not make it any less embarrassing.

“How long have you known?” I asked, peeking at him through my lashes.

“I mean, I had a feeling when you first got to town, but I wasn’t completely sure until that first training day.”

He laughed at my embarrassed groan, holding my hand tighter. I knew I wasn't subtle enough. Poker face champion, my ass.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” He cooed. “You’ve been my dream girl since I was, like, 15.”

“That's not helping the age gap thing,” I tittered as I played with his fingers. Then, because I could not help myself. “Dream girl, huh?”

Picking up on the teasing tone in my voice, Jimin chortled.

“Okay, big head. Calm down.”

“Big head?” I guffawed, pulling my hand out of his grasp. “Who are you calling big head, shortstop?”

“You, big head,” Taking back my hand, Jimin pinned it down and kept a tight grip. “No take backs.”

I always loved it when Jimin was in a good mood. He was so playful and full of energy, and all signs of those dark days were in the deepest parts of his mind. It was impossible to keep myself from playing along which only served to egg him on.

“You never said yes or no.”

“Yes or no to what?” I questioned.

Jimin started rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb.

“To that date.”

Saying yes felt wrong, but saying no felt impossible. No matter what I said someone would be upset, and I had to decide who that would be: Jimin or America? I turned my own hand around this time and put my fingers through his. They fit together awkwardly, his hands just a bit too large, but I still found it perfect all the same.

“Do you have any ideas?”

His shiteating grin was contagious and a burst of butterflies began to flutter in my stomach. Hands clasped, Jimin started to list off all of the places we could go, but I was not fully listening. I had a date with this guy. I was going on a date with my trainee.

“What do you think?”

I blinked rapidly, hoping he could not tell that I had zoned out.

“You pick,” I breathed. “Surprise me.”

The rest of the drive back home was spent making small talk and discussing food preferences. Jimin was a dinner and a movie kind of guy, while I would rather do some sort of activity. What type of conversation could we have in a theater? Jimin seemed excited to plan out a fun night and I was just happy he was this into me. The feeling was most definitely mutual.

“Do you mind if I go to my house tonight? Mom needs some space and I know my dad is tired of having me breathing down their necks.”

I had yet to go over to his house. The days that we drove together were when he spent the evening with his parents. When Na-yeon and I talked about it, she was more upfront about her health situation than the men of the house. James spent most of his time taking care of his wife and their son enjoyed giving him a break every now and then. James would go on a fishing trip with his friends while Jimin stayed back to keep an eye on his mother.

“Is it closer to town?” I asked, nibbling on my lower lip.

I had yet to drive through downtown Ann Arbor. The Park house, and by proxy the Anderson’s, was a thirty minute drive from the bustling city. Nestled in the smaller town of Saline going towards Manchester, I had rarely had to leave the small town. This trip to Detroit was the farthest I had gone since arriving in Michigan, but I had a feeling the traffic in downtown Ann Arbor would be a bit much for me to drive through alone.

“Yeah,” I felt even more nervous by his nonchalant tone. “I used to live downtown, but I got tired of the noise. I bought my house in Eberwhite last summer, so there’s a little less foot traffic.”

“How’s the drive back to Saline?” Even I could hear the hesitation in my voice.

“Less than twenty,” Rubbing the back of my hand, his voice took on a sweeter tone. “We don’t have to. My truck’s at my parent’s place anyway.”

“Maybe some other time?” I forced myself to laugh, hoping to make the awkward tension leave. “Preferably when it’s not dark outside.”

I relaxed into my seat once I started seeing familiar landmarks. Saline was a very small town with a little over 2,000 residents, but downtown still had a way of attracting a relatively large crowd. Stoney Creek Brewery was packed and Jimin pointed out Sam’s car as we pass by.

“Looks like he came out with Otis and Skye,” He murmured.

Otis was another personal trainer at the gym, and Skye was responsible for marketing. They had been going out for a while now and made plan to move to Ann Arbor once Otis graduated from school. He was getting his masters in movement science at the University of Michigan. They had planned on moving out there when he graduated last year, but neither of them could find a job that could pay their bills. Otis was hoping the master’s would give him a competitive edge while Skye saved up enough money to start her own advertising firm.

“Think Gigi is with them?” I wondered.

“Probably not. She’s busy studying for an exam. I saw that she requested time off tomorrow and the day after, so I don’t think she has the time to go out for drinks.”

Giselle was getting her bachelor’s in dental hygiene at UM, and everytime I spoke to her she was swamped with work. I had no idea she needed to request time off, though. Must be an intense program.

“Did you ever go to college?” I asked Jimin.

He nodded, “I got my bachelor’s in psychology.”

Well, I had not been expecting that.

“Really?”

“Yeah, but I never went back to get my master’s,” We turned onto the long road that led to his parent’s house. “I might after the Olympics.”

It was interesting to hear about his goals post-swimming. I never had those. My entire life was going to be swimming, and then, once I could no longer compete, I was opening my own swim school. After a couple of years of coaching under my belt, the plan was to start training professional athletes until I could join the Olympic coaching team. The accident was a very traumatic and eye-opening experience for me, so most of those plans ended up getting changed and modified over the years.

“What about you?” Jimin asked, pulling up to the curb.

“I went through an accelerated program at UCCS. Just graduated with my Masters in Athletic Training back in April.”

Neither one of us seemed to be ready to break the bubble we created. Even if we were just talking about school, it felt too intimate to leave. Holding hands in my car was new and I was worried if I opened the car door all of this would turn out to be a dream. The date, the confession; all of it.

“I should get going,” Jimin sighed, still not moving his hand from mine. “It’s late and I have to drive home.”

I was the first one to move away. He was right. It was almost midnight and I had a really difficult time tonight. All of that yelling really took a toll on me. Jimin did not move until he heard the click of my seatbelt unfastening.

“See you tomorrow?” He asked when I rounded the car. Getting out of the car, he held the door open as I slid inside. “I know we were out later than we thought we’d be.”

I nodded, “We can have a late morning. 8:30 instead of 6.”

“Sounds good. See you then.”

He closed my car door and jogged to his truck. It was parked in the driveway today. I pressed the button to roll my window down.

“Drive safe!” I called out.

Looking over his shoulder, Jimin grinned and threw a hand up. I watched him climb into Fiona and tried to keep myself from worrying too much. It was so dark outside and he could be exhausted behind the wheel. Who knows what could happen to him.

He caught me staring and waved at me again. I returned it with a small smile. The truck stopped for a second and his phone was his hand. My cell phone vibrated in the cupholder.

Jimin: I’ll be okay

Jimin: Text you when I get home, k?

Looking back at the truck, I found him already looking at me. I nodded my response. He smiled at me again, waved, before finally backing out of the driveway. I did not move until I could no longer see his truck in my rearview. My phone buzzed one more time.

Jimin: At the stop sign on Woodland and Ann Arbor-Saline

Jimin: Go home. I’m here. I’m fine.

I hesitated texting him back when I knew he was driving, but decided that I would just have to trust he would not open it until it was safe.

Me: Get out of my head, kid

Finally putting my car in drive, I threw my phone back in its spot and made the ten minute drive down the road to the Anderson house. All of the lights were off when I pulled up and I was as quiet as a mouse walking to the backyard.

I was beyond tired but still needed to get my nighttime routine done. Stripping out of my clothes, I turned on the shower and took off my makeup. Tonight wasn’t a wash night, so I was not in the shower for long. I heard my phone vibrating as I put on lotion and I quickly threw on a night shirt and went to my bedroom.

Jimin: Who says you aren’t in mine, meemaw

Jimin: I’m home now so you can get some sleep

Jimin: Night, geezer

I snorted. That was a new one. Crawling into bed, I got comfortable under my blankets and thought about a good comeback.

Me: Thank you

Me: Geezer? That’s such an geriatric thing to say, you whippersnapper

Jimin: LOL night 🫰🏼

Me: Night 🌜

I quick sent Taehyung a text to make sure he and Milo go home safely before putting my phone on the charger. Jungkook sent a text to our group chat an hour ago to let us know he was in his apartment back in Detroit. He was in Ann Arbor so often since Darcy lived out here, but he had bought a multi-million dollar home in Corktown when was first signed to the Red Wings in 2019. Milo was the one to reply to my text, signing his name at the bottom, since Taehyung passed out in the car on their way back home.

I took my medications and started up a game of solitaire while I waited for them to kick in. My psychologist had sent me to Michigan with a three month supply. I was planning my first trip back next week so I could see the boys in time for their first big competition of the season. While I was in town, I would pick up another three month supply. We were making the arrangements work as best as we could, and I was lucky I had a large group of people willing to support me during this transition.

Finally I felt the sleeping pills kicking in and I went to my white noise app. I hated falling asleep in silence and Emery had suggested the app while we were in a session. I paid for a yearly subscription and never regretted the fifty bucks. It had been a huge help in lulling me to bed.

Lights out and blankets wrapped snugly around my body, I closed my eyes and thought about everything that had happened. Jimin liked me back, asked me on a date, and told all of his friends about his infatuation with me before I even realized something else was going on. I was his dream girl. That put a lazy smile on my face. Then, I could no longer think about anything and was plunged into a dreamless sleep.

Taglist: @ownthesunshine @screamertannie @lovelytaes-blog @pernesianparapio @tae-with-some-suga @sumzysworld @chimmisbae @adventures-in-bookland

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johnslittlespoon · 23 days

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I know it’s more cat vibes but do you think Buck ever uses a spray bottle on Bucky when he misbehaves?

I JUST LAUGHED SO LOUD WHEN THIS ONE CAME IN i slapped my hand over my mouth so fast PLEASEEE ???!!!!

i actually love this so much i'm so sorry i can't stop giggling.

imagine: post–war buckbucky, living together in a cute little apartment or rancher with a couple cats (they don't need a dog, they've got john, that's more than enough lol). naturally this means they've got spray bottles scattered around the house to protect the kitchen counters and the arms of couches from kitty claws.

thinking about john being very food motivated and always trying to waltz into the kitchen while gale is cooking to steal food behind his back, and gale doesn't really mind, but sometimes john eats just plain ingredients that he's not done with and then he has to chop up more and it's just a tiny bit frustrating (he can't ever actually stay mad though.)

one evening after an incident like this, john, unaware of the extra work he's created for gale and the patience he's drained, comes back in twenty minutes later for a second sweep through, and the moment his hand settles on a sliced tomato, he's spritzed in the face with a sudden blast of cold water.

the look of absolute betrayal and shock he gives gale as he blinks at him with water dripping from his curls, eyelashes clumped together, hand frozen on the tomato slice. gale's got the spray bottle aimed at him like it's a weapon and john can't help the laugh he barks out as he goes to pick up the tomato slice again in defiance, not expecting the second spray that gets him right in the open mouth this time.

sputters out a "hello?" and gale just twitches the bottle at him in a wordless 'and i'll do it again' and john reluctantly retracts his hand with a grumble, stealing the towel draped over gale's shoulder to dry his face, muttering "like i'm one of the damn cats" on his way out. only when he's gone does gale let out a snort, leaning against the counter as he laughs with the image of drowned–rat, kicked–puppy john replaying in his mind.

(bonus: one day they've got friends over in the dining room and john follows gale back into the kitchen under the guise of 'helping', but he's all touchy when he comes up behind him, pressing his hips a little too hard against gale's, and gale unthinkingly reaches for the spray bottle and gives him enough of a spritz to offend him out of his inopportune horniness lmfao.)

#john egan is cat coded?!?!#was gonna tag this as crack taken seriously but is it even really crack?#because i'm 99.9% sure gale would not hesitate to weaponize the cat's spray bottle on john #and john would be mortified when he realizes it actually works #this would backfire in the summer when it's merely a nice refresher for him lol #buckbucky #buck x bucky #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon brainrot #johnslittlespoon spicy

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mynameismckenziemae · 3 months

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In Case You Didn’t Know

Part 3

(previous part here, next part here)

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x You

Summary: The tension builds

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, language, sexual tension, wet dreams, etc.

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Charlie: Sorry to bug you on a Sunday but can you do me a favor and add someone in for me this week? Any day works.

Hayes: Depends. It’s not that old farmer who called me a dumbass when I told him he needed a new knee?

Charlie: Lol, no. It’s my friend Jake. Traumatic tibia/fibula fracture after he ejected from his jet.

Hayes: Wait, that Jake?

Charlie: My best friend Jake…yes.

Hayes: *cough* The one you’re in love with *cough*

Charlie: Maybe I was just trying to let you down easy.

Hayes: Liar. You have hearts in your eyes when you talk about him. 😍

Charlie:🖕🏻 Forget it. I’ll just drive him to Austin. And I am NOT getting you coffee at all this week. You’re on your own.

Hayes: No, I’ll see him. I’ve got to meet this guy.

Charlie: Thank you. He’s not talking about it yet but I think he’s pretty shaken up.

Hayes: I bet. I’ll see you tomorrow and we’ll look at my schedule.

Charlie: Great, thanks again.

Hayes: Anytime.

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Jake smiles a bit more when you eat dinner together at the table that night.

He falls asleep with his head in your lap again, tightening his grip on your thigh when you try to move, so you end up on the couch too; waking up with an awful crick in your neck.

“Hey Jake, let me up. I’ve gotta get in the shower,” you whisper.

“'m so comfy though,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your bare thigh; the slight scruff of his facial hair sends a thrill between your thighs.

You both freeze.

“Sorry, I don’t know why I did that,” Jake says, a blush rising to his cheeks.

“No big deal,” you say, brushing it off. “Need anything before I jump in the shower?”

“I’m good, thanks though,” he replies, lying back down.

He’s still asleep when you put his breakfast on the counter and a note on the coffee table telling him to call if he needs anything.

“Be a good boy for Jake, okay?” You tell Cash with a boop to his nose before heading to work.

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Jake’s on the porch when you pull in a little after 5, throwing a tennis ball to a delighted Cash. He looks better already; more rested and lighter.

You could used to seeing him at home every night.

“How was your day?” You ask as you juggle the pizza you picked up and some PT equipment.

“Pretty good, slept ‘til 10. Haven’t done that in years. Caught up on some TV and then came out here to play with Cash,” he says, petting your tired dog. “You?”

“Long but good. Dr. Hayes can you see you tomorrow over the noon hour. Let’s get your PT out of the way and if you do a good job I’ll reward with you pizza and beer.”

“I’ll try my best, what happens if I don’t?” Jake asks cheekily.

“You get a bologna sandwich and the day-old milk in the fridge,” you tease, knowing he hates bologna.

He looks a little green as he replies. “I’ll do good.”

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“I’m sweating. Why am I sweating Charlie?” Jake pants from the thick exercise mat on the floor.

You had him do some upper body work to keep him in shape when he gets back to California.

“‘Cause you lift too many weights without enough cardio,” you laugh at the offended look on his face. “I’m kidding. You just haven’t worked out in almost 2 weeks, so you’re a little deconditioned.”

“Apparently.”

“Alright, let’s finish up with some stretching,” you say, kneeling on the floor by him and lifting one of his legs.

“Jesus, your hip flexors are tight,” you say, pushing his leg towards his head.

“What the fuck is a hip flexor?” He grits out, holding his breath.

“Breathe. It’s the group of muscles towards the front of the hip. Right here,” you reply, hovering over his upper inner thigh.

He nods, face red. “Fuck that burns.”

“Maybe you’ll think twice before folding women in half, huh?” It slips out of your mouth before you think.

Very professional.

He huffs out a laugh. “It’s been so long since I’ve been laid, I don’t think I remember how to do that.”

“You too?” You cringe internally at yourself. Shut up.

“Yeah. Almost 2 years,” he replies, looking at the ceiling to avoid your eyes. “You?”

“Grad school, so about the same,” you answer, bending his leg for a different stretch.

“Fuckfuckfuck, cramp,” he grits out.

“Here, turn over and I’ll massage it.”

You help him to his stomach and dig your fingers into his hamstring, the muscle contracted and rock hard, but it eventually begins to loosen under your touch.

Other things begin to harden as your fingers work upwards, his ass clenches and he grunts when your hands almost reach the crease where his thigh and butt meet.

“Sorry, ticklish?”

“Mhmm,” he answers, his tone strained.

“Alright, you earned that pizza. Let’s go,” you pat his leg and rise.

“I need a minute,” he murmurs, face pressed into his crossed arms.

“Shoot, cramping up again?” You ask, ready to help.

“No. I’ve got a uhm…situation.”

“What hurts?”

“Nothing hurts. I’ve got a boner.”

“Oh,” you realize, heart skipping a beat.

He sighs, lifts his hips to presumably tuck himself into his waistband, and rolls back over.

Your eyes flick to his groin and your mouth waters at the thick, hard line of his erection.

You ignore it and help him up, catching him as he stumbles. His face just inches from yours. His eyes flick to your lips before meeting yours. “Thanks,” he says after clearing his throat and stepping back after you hand him his crutches.

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Your ‘Liked Songs’ on Spotify plays softly as you sit at the kitchen table as you share the pizza. The Coors are going down easy and soon you’re down to the final 2 of the 6 pack as Jake has you crying from laughing so hard as he tells you of Rooster’s latest antics.

You’re feeling good as you wash the few dishes when one of your favorite songs comes on.

“Give me one reason to stay here,” you song softly before turning to him and pointing your soapy finger at him. “and I'll turn right back around…”

“Sing it, Charlie!” Jake calls, taking another swig.

So you do, dancing along as you approach him.

The energy in the room shifts from playful to tense when you straddle the thigh of his good leg.

“You can call me baby,” you lean forward, brush your lips over his.

“You can call me anytime,” you whisper, meeting his heated gaze, rising quickly when you realize what you’re doing.

“Come on Cash, I’ll take you outside,” you say as you leave the room to cool off.

Jake’s head falls back as he tries to do the same.

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You both go to bed shortly after.

It takes ages to fall asleep as you kick yourself for your actions; tossing and turning most of the night and wake up feeling like you only slept an hour.

You hear Jake softly call your name as you head back to your room in a towel after your shower.

“Yeah?” You ask.

No response.

You hear him grumble again and wrap your towel around you tighter as you walk to his room, gasping when you push open his door.

The blankets are kicked off and he grips himself through his boxer briefs, eyes still closed.

He’s having a wet dream. About you.

“Charlie!” He mumbles, back arching as he cums, coating the inside of his briefs.

His eyes shoot open when you whimper at the sight.

“Fuck.”

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A/N: sorry this was another short one. I hope it’s decent, I wrote half of it while in the ER waiting for my husband to get a CT after he was in an accident today that totaled my car 😬 he’s okay btw, just very sore.

As always, any interaction is appreciated but I love hearing your feedback in comments/reblogs.

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thegreatirene · 3 months

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Rose Covered Skin

Fezco x Latina!reader

Cuz I fell in love with this ginger drug dealer I’m hopping on the bandwagon and writing a Latina reader with fez. I think fez needs a Latina in his life lol so I’m giving him one.

Rated Mature (language, drug use, strip tease, poor attempt of describing the dance lol)

“Is that the hot neighbor you said your brother been drooling over?” Asked rue as she looked out the front window of ash and fez’s apartment. Ashtray was in the kitchen pouring himself some cereal as he laughed.

“Is she walking around with some big ass dogs?”

“Yea”

“Yea that’s her” he laughed as he sat down at the table.

“Every time she walks by the window he tries to go out there and talk to her.”

“Aww does our Fez got himself a little crush” rue said as she walked over to the table and pinched fez’s cheek. He swatted her hand away as he focused on his phone. Trying to ignore what they were talking about.

“Fez if you don’t get up she’s gonna be gone”

“He waits until she comes back from her walk” ash says with a mouthful of cereal.

“You have a big mouth ash” fez looked up from his phone and glared at his brother. Both rue and ash laughed at his face. Fezco got up from the table and walked towards the door.

“Where you going fez? We’re just joking” rue said as she wiped her eye.

“I’m going to the shop and get something”

“…” both rue and ash looked at each other and smirked.

“Y’all do too much” he sucked his teeth and went out the door. He could hear their laughter from outside the door as he shook his head with a small smile on his face. Fez sat at the bottom of the stairs and lit his blunt.

“Hey fez” came your voice. Fez blew his smoke away from you and smiled.

“Hey y/n, how you doin?”

“I’m fine and you?”

“Yea I’m good just got a friend saying hi and bugging me”

You giggled and shifted your weight on to your right foot. Hip popped to the side giving fez a chance to eye it, he followed the curve of your leg up and to the detailed ink of roses going from your thigh and under the shorts. His eyes met yours as you looked at him with fluttering lashes.

“Saw one of your girlfriends in the window earlier” you looked at your nails as you said this.

“Who rue? Nah she ain’t my girlfriend. She a friend of the family” he took a hit of his blunt.

“But you do have a girl tho?”

“Nah ma ain’t got a girl, not yet” he looked at you from under his lashes. He sat back on the steps and eyed your body slowly until they got to your eyes.

“Mm” you said as you puckered your lips and nodded. Your dogs whined at your side and you looked at them.

“Well, I’ll see you later fez the girls are getting upset they didn’t eat yet. Maybe come by my job? ” You walked up to him slowly. You bent down and grabbed his blunt from his fingers, “I’ll save you a dance” you brought it up to your lips and inhaled. You placed the blunt to his lips and the smoke rolled out of your mouth as you stood back up.

He smiled as he slowly stood up. You looked up at him as he stood over you. The both of you stood there staring at each other. The sexual tension strong as you waited for him to make a move. You wanted him to touch you so bad. He wanted the same, he wanted to touch you, to feel your hot skin.

He moved closer as the tip of his nose brushed the side of your forehead. You closed your eyes as you felt him. You could feel his breath on your cheek as he moved his nose across your cheek. His hand that wasn’t holding the blunt moved to your hip as he brought you closer to him.

“Hey fez, I thought you were going to the shop” ash’s voice broke through the haze between the two of you as you opened your eyes and met the ones of the younger brother.

“Hey ashy, how you doin little man” you asked as you slowly moved back from fez’s hold and to the side of him. Fez exhaled through his nose as he rolled his head and turned to look up at his brother. Fez’s cheeks were flushed as he looked up at him.

“Sup (nickname) I’m good” he said with a small knowing smile as his eyes shifted from you to his brother. “I see you doin good too” a snort came from the side of the door.

You shook your head with smile as you looked down and then looked at fez. He rubbed his face with his hand as he put the unlit blunt behind his ear.

“Yea get my keys and we can go” he huffed as he looked at his brother then to you.

“I’ll see you later tonight?” You stepped to him and kissed his cheek. A shiny kiss mark was left behind and he gave a small smile.

“Yea I’ll see you” he said as he watched you walk away until you went around the corner.

“Fez you fucking simp” came Rue’s voice as both her and ash started to cackle and ran back into the apartment as fez turned a glare at them.

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“Gentlemen let me introduce our star of the night to the stage, Ivy!” The announcer’s voice came over the speakers as desire by Meg Myers played. You walked on stage with slow and precise steps as you walked to the center pole.

The red lights bathed the stage as you grabbed the pole did a twist into a squat. The white bikini you wore hugged your body tightly as you threw your head back and ran your other hand down your body.

You rolled your head to the side and slid back up as you turned and continued your dance. The feel of the song made your body tingled as you swung on the pole. You held it with your legs and hung your body down. Your hands ran up your body slowly until you cup your breast. You opened your eyes and met fez’s.

He watched you with lidded eyes. He licked his lips as he watched you drop down on to a split on your knees. Your back to him you gathered your hair up and moved your hips. Turning around you crawled to the edge of the stage where he sat. You hung your head off the stage as you moved your left hand through your breast and onto your neck. Your legs bent at the knees as you moved your body in the air. Grinding it as if someone was there.

Your eyes closed as you opened your mouth and moaned lowly. Fez eyes hungry as he watched you. They widened when he watched you lift your legs into the air and practically swung your body over the stage and onto his lap.

Your hair fell over his shoulder as you brought your head back onto his shoulder. You brought your left hand up to his cheek and rolled your body on top of him. Moving his face to look at you, you brought your face closer to him so that he could feel the faint touch of your lips.

You looked down and then to his eyes. You could feel his breath on your lips as he huffs and puffs. You could feel him harden under you and smiled. Letting his face go you bent forward as you sat on his crotch.

Moving your legs from the side of him to the middle and opening his. You placed your hands on each of his knees as you grind yourself on his hardness. Grabbing his hands you ran them up your torso until they got to your breast and you squeezed.

Falling back on to his chest you continued to dance on him as you felt him squeeze you one more time. You got up slowly as you turned to look at him and danced a little in between his legs. You kept your half lidded eyes on him as you placed your hands on his knees and swung your hair and turned to get back on stage. You swung yourself a couple times on the pole and left as the song came to an end.

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Fez sat at the bar nursing the drink he ordered as he waited for you. He thought about the way your body felt and how you smelled. He wanted to feel you again.

“Hey” you whispered into his ear as you sat next to him.

Fez looked over to you and smiled, “sup, you were amazing.”

“Thanks my boss said that was my best routine,” you laughed as you placed a drink order with the bartender.

“She said you should come by more often if I was gonna perform like that” he chuckled as he drank the rest of his drink. You smiled too as you got your drink.

“I might if I get to take you home at the end of the night”

“Hmm, what’s in it for me?” You asked as you took a sip of your drink.

“Whatever you want”

“Oh really?”

“Whatever you want” he said as he leaned towards you. Your noses touched each other and you bit your lip with a smile.

“Ok I got my car with me tho” you said as you moved back a bit. He brought your face closer and kissed your lips once. He broke the kiss and looked at you. Swiping his thumb over your bottom lip he looked at your eyes again.

“Leave it I’ll come by in the morning and get it for you, k”

“Ok”

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*knock knock knock knock*

“Who is it?”

“It’s me ash” came Rue’s voice.

He opened the door and let her in. Ash walked into the kitchen as he made himself something to eat.

“Fez here?”

“Nah he’s out right now. You need something?”

“His car’s outside” she pointed her thumb to the door. Ash raised his eyebrow as he walked to the window and looked out. Sure enough the car is there.

He walked to the back and knocked on his brother’s door. But he didn’t come to it. Ash opened and looked inside and saw no one.

“Yea I don’t know where he is”

“Maybe he’s at his girlfriend’s place” rue wiggled her eyebrows. Ash rolled his eyes and went back to the kitchen.

Fezco walked right as ash walked into the kitchen, “sup lil bro whatcha doin” he asked as he made his way to his room.

“Nothin” ash answered as he watched him go. He turned to look at Rue who was sitting at the couch. She gave him a knowing look and watched fez come back out.

“Sup fez”

“Hey rue, when you get here?”

“Been here for a couple of minutes”

Fez nodded his head, “cool.”

“Where you go?” Ash asked as he looked at his brother changed clothes.

“I was doing something. Why you need something Rue? Cuz I told you I’m cutting you off”

“I know I just wanted to hang with you guys. Maybe get some weed. Nothing hard just that”

“Ash can help you with that” he said as he walked towards the door and left. Both Rue and Ash ran to the window and looked outside. They watched as fez went down the stairs and around the corner.

“No fucking way” both kids ran out the door and down the stairs just in time to see fez go up the stairs that led to your apartment floor. They watched as fez pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the door. Your door.

—

Fez kicked off his shoes at the door and petted one of the dogs that came up to him. He made his way towards your bedroom door and went in. He took his shirt off and his pants. He pulled the covers back enough to get in and slid right next to you.

His arms went around your waist and pulled you back into his side. You mumbled and he shushed you telling you to go back to sleep. He buried his face in your hair and inhaled your smell. Kissing your head one last time before he fell asleep.

#fezco x reader #fezco imagine #fezco euphoria #Fezco x Latina!reader

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theunexplainable · 1 year

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The amount of times I had to listen to Wally + Barnaby’s voices to get them correct is concerning. Also, I forced a friend to Beta Read this, one of the few that is Beta Read, and it’s about gay puppets lol. I don’t even know if The Neighborhood has a park :].

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“Hey Wally! How’s about you and I go on a date tomorrow?” Barnaby questioned as he walked up to Wally, who sat on a stool beside an easel that had a half finished painting of Home on it.

“That sounds like just the most idea Barnaby,” Wally replied after thinking the offer over for a moment, turning his attention to the giant blue dog.

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“Ain’t it nice out here?”

“Yes.”

“A man of many words.”

“Who?”

“Don’t mind it Wally.”

The two ‘puppets’ were laying on the grass in the small park that resided in The Neighborhood. The two lay beneath the trees staring up at the sky, and watching the clouds.

“How’s about after this, we go back to my place to eat?” Barnaby offered kindly.

“I think I would enjoy that,” Wally commented, relaxed as he was beside his best friend.

“It’s settled then,”

Barnaby sat up, glancing over at Wally before standing, and reaching a hand out to his companion. Wally took it happily, his hand engulfed by the soft paw of the giant blue dog. The two had known each other for quite some time, and were rather comfortable with each other.

“How about curry?” Barnaby asked, knowing his companions' odd love of warm things.

“That sounds delightful, neighbor!” Wally took the offer happily, as much as he loved Home, the house had a bit of a tendency to be watchful.

The two walked calmly hand in hand to Barnaby’s house, chatting along the way about anything that came to mind. When they arrived, Barnaby opened the door, a gentleman to only one puppet, said puppet walked in happily, sitting down at the island that resided in the kitchen.

“Hope your fine with waitin’, I don’t have anything prepared.”

“That’s quite alright.” Wally was fine with waiting, having already grabbed an apple from a fruit bowl nearby and was rotating it in his hands excitedly.

“Don’t run off with the whole bunch ya hear me?” Barnaby joked, knowing just what his friend was doing without looking at him.

“I don’t like to run anyway,” Wally responded, the sarcasm lost on the puppet as always.

“That's good.”

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After the two had eaten they continued chatting until nightfall, with Wally deciding that he would stay with Barnaby till morning. They had a sleepover.

#unexplained writing #wally #wally darling #wally x barnaby #barnaby b beagle #welcome home #drink lots of water #eat good food #get some sleep #and have a good day!

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secretaccountlol · 2 years

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Peter is a teasing man.

Hii loves, I think you’re really gonna like this one

Virgin! Cocky! (afab) Reader x Peter.

18+!!!!

Summary: You and Peter have been friends for a while now. He offers to help you with your the “problem”

Cw time!!: teasing and ALOT OF IT!!safe word mentioned not used, overstimulation, toys!!(vibrators and dildos), pussy eating, a bit of switch! Peter and reader, pet names, unprotected sex! uhm and maybe typos? Lol. Formats off I’m sorry, tumblr ruined it ;0;

You can imagine any Peter you'd like darlings!

Also requests are open, loves!!

“Peter.” You mumbled, staring at your best friend of 2 years now. “What- what are you doing?” His arms caged you between the door. “Isn’t it obvious?” He tilted towards your face, nipping at your ear, “I’m about to fuck the shit outta you.” His voice didn’t waver at all, it was crystal clear, you shuddered. You start to call his name again but a laugh stops you, “And that’s how I’d initiate sex with someone I like” he pulls back gripping your shoulders, his face big with a smirk, yours with an attempted scowl as your cheeks heat.

“That’s not funny!!” You push him away, stomping into the living room, Peter trails behind, before you could plop down on your couch, he pulls you to his chest. “Nooo, don’t be mad at me, you're the one who asked, sweetheart.” He rocks both you and himself side to side in a soothing motion. “Exactly! Asked! Not show! Two different things, Parker.” This earns another chuckle from him, as he bends down to kiss your cheek. “Mm, you’re right firefly, I’m sowwy for teasing you.” You grunt, pulling your way out of his arms and finally sitting on your couch as he stares at you, delighted.

“Stop staring at me you creep.” You cross your arms, you’re still scowling, but now it’s actually believable. “But you’re sooo pretty!” You hated when he got like this, the constant teasing. His teasing fits were always random too, like one time you came back from the gym and he couldn’t stop cracking sex jokes much to your dismay, or the time your skirt ripped and he had to patch it for you he had a field day with that one.

“It’s really your fault for asking though” Peter chatted at your side, his shoulder leaning on you pushing into the couch slightly. “Move over, Parker. You’re squishing me!” You try scooting him away but he just lets all of his body weight drop on you, “Now I’m actually squishing you.” Peter's voice was full of shrillness. “Peter!! Get off!” You whine as his weight sends you flying on your back, his sadistic laugh fills your ears. “Ugh, you’re so annoying!” You grumped as Pete finally got off of you. “Aw you don’t really believe that Firefly” he pouted, he tried his best to give you puppy eyes. You avoid the manipulation by getting up and heading toward the kitchen. “God I wish I never moved in with you!” you move about the kitchen, opening and slamming the fridge to get juice before spinning around and dropping the carton, which Peter catches without flinching, his eyes just searching yours, as he holds your juice hostage in his hands. “ You don’t mean that right?” Peter's head cocked to the side, reminding you of a dog. “Mean what, Peter..” You try playing it cool but it’s a bit hard when Peter is unconsciously backing into a wall. “What you just said..You wish I never moved in?” You felt a ping in your heart, shit. “Aw no Pete, I was just fake mad, I’m glad we live together, I promise.” You push your hand into his chest slightly, his boyish charm is instantly rebooted, a Lil smirk plays on his face, he gives a small “yay” before turning around.

“Peter, my juice?” You said curiously as he pulled a glass from the cabinet. “I know I’m pouring it for you to save you the trouble, clumsy.” Peter chuckled as you huffed. “You’re so meaaan to me!” You snatch the glass away from him as soon as he’s done pouring, sticking out your tongue. “Mm, careful I might tongue kiss you if you do that too much,” Peter stated as he got another cup to pour some for himself. You burn red “I-you-..you can’t just say that stuff, Pete!!” You blurt out, Peter spins around to face you, collectedly sipping from his cup.

”Why not?”

“Y-you- Ugh! You just don’t say that type of stuff to close friends- or girls for that matter it makes people think you’re ....Y’know. Crushing on them!” You whisper that last part into your cup, taking a sip at the end to chase the squirmy feelings. You never had great dating history, you were pretty inexperienced, dating, kissing, sex, all of it. Much to Peter's delight, he lovingly made fun of you for it, because of course Mr.Igetbitches24/7 would find your misfortune funny.

You hear the click of Peter's cup being sat down. Suddenly your chin was being pulled up to face his, “Oh? Really? I didn’t realize that.” He scoffed. His thumb ran over your bottom lip as he studied your face, you stared back at him silently. “Firefly.” Peter's eyes still bore into yours, half-lidded leering at you. “Yes, Peter?” You squeaked out, as Peter grabbed your drink you were desperately gripping behind you, not once taking his eyes off you. He tutted, “I knew you were a virgin, but I didn’t think you were this bad.” You frowned, here we go again. “Pete. Please don’t tease me like that ..“ you bit your lip, looking away before being jerked back towards him.

“Peter-!” “Sh- I wanna help you.” You blink, “Help me?” You said gradually, he nodded. “Mm-hm. First lesson is, did you ever once think I said those things because maybe I was crushing on you? Hm? Beautiful?” Peter pushed your body into the counter until you were flat against it, and his body was practically crushing you. “N-no.. I didn’t” You whispered back, he chuckled cynically, as he leaned down. “How about we go to the bedroom for lesson two, okay?” He pulls back and with a twink in his eye, as you nod slowly, he links arms with you as he rushes to the bedroom with you.

“Pete-Ah!” Before you could finish your sentence you were off to his bedroom, Peter chucked you on the bed, you giggled. “Peteerrr!!” He snickered, “So sorry ma’am!” He plopped down next to you. You stop giggling and start fidgeting, “Sooo, why are we in here now?” You look up at him, his eyes are unreadable to you, you’ve never seen this emotion on him before. “Mm, I really have to phone it in for you huh, firefly?” Peter pushed you softly onto your back. You grimace. “Stop with the crypt stuff, Pete obviously I don’t know!” Peter nodded, “Ok, well. I’ve been thinking recently of helping you out with your dating AND sex problem.” You nod, “Yes and how will you do that Mr. Genius man?” He smiles brightly at the term. “Well, by being your first experience, of course.” It took a bit for you to realize what he meant by “being your first”. “Pete- you’re not serious, it’s- not okay to joke-“

“I’m not joking, firefly. We both know I have a plethora of experience, and we know each other very well, plus I want your first time to be amazing, you deserve that.” You blush, that last part really got to you. “I- what does that have to do with the dating part?” You question. “Well, you’d have at least some experience with sex, which will hopefully carry over into your dating life.” He stated a bit too matter-of-factly. “I see” you shook your head.

“O-Okay, but do you promise this won’t change stuff between us? I-I watch romance movies a lot. The best friends always end up-“

“Sh, you and I both know we aren’t movie characters, firefly, okay?” You nod. “Okay,” he smiles.

Peter sits up, “Wait here one moment, Okay?” You watch as he walks out his door, you hear a bit of rummaging from your room before he comes back with a little black box, your black box!? You grab it instinctively, covering your arms around it. “H-how did you?” Peter laughed. “You’re not very quiet, bug..” you were mortified, all your sex toys were neatly tucked away in here, hidden (so you thought.)

“Hey, it’s not really a big deal I masturbate too.” Peter tried to reassure you but the damage was already done, you hugged your knees in shame. “L-let's just start lesson three!” You squeak out as Pete sits next to you, you unfold yourself putting your box on the dresser. “Before we start I want us to have a safe word, okay?” Peter softly grabbed your hand. “Have anything in mind? Or should I explai-“ you cut him off

“I- I know what a safe word is Uhm..Pineapple!”

Peter smiles, “Pineapple it is!” You smile back, Peter's face softens like butter.

“ I’m gonna start talking dirty now okay? Just relax, you don’t even have to do anything this round, let’s just focus on what you want and what you like, yeah?” You nod again, your voice escaping you. “I need verbal communication, princess.” Peter softly prodded you. “Okay. I u-understand.” You bashfully looked at him. “Good girl. I’m going to kiss you now, okay?” Peter questioned, you managed to let out an “okay” as he crawled to you.

His lips were soft, slightly chapped as they pressed gently on yours, “Mm here tilt this way this time” he instructed you, you definitely getting the hang of it now, your kisses became less sloppy and more passionate. You started exploring his mouth, clashing teeth a bit still, but it was pleasant, it was hot- it made you feel hot, you pulled away panting. Brown eyes stared deeply into yours. “That.. was good.” You breathe out. “Mm. Just good?” Peter replied, “Okay no it was amazing” you quickly grabbed his collar and pulled him into another kiss, his hands languishingly roaming your body. He pulls away this time,

“I’m gonna start - uhm..”

“Peter, it’s okay.. just treat me like any other person you’d sleep with.. you don't have to explain everything.. J-just do it.”

You were surprised you could even talk, you were so flustered, Peter gazed at you. “Are you sure?” He bit his lip, thinking. “I don’t want to-“ “Peter” you lay your hands on his face gently “You won’t. I trust you.” Peter for the first time blushed, and he blushed hard. He stammered, running his hand up the back of his neck and into his hair. “Haha, what’s with the shy guy act, anyways? You were the one to suggest this!” You ruffle his hair. “Like you said, you’re Mr.BigDick!” Peter's breath choked up as he started to laugh, your plan to loosen him up was working. “C‘Mon Parker!” You giggled. “ I’ve heard how the women you bring to bed moan, I wanna be one of them.” You pull his face up so you can look into his eyes to savor his reaction, you pull a pouting but innocent face. While you were inexperienced, it didn't mean you didn’t know how to dirty talk.

“A-are you tryin’ to seduce me right now, hon?” Peter's eyes squint, his grin wide. “Maybe. Maybe not?” You slyly replied back, he nuzzles your nose, chuckling before grasping your top. “May I, princess?” You nod whispering yes as he gently tugged the shirt off your figure, his fingers traced around your breast, you hum.

“God. So so so so pretty.” He’s straddling you now, looming over you as he gets a nice view of your pink bra. “You’re too cute, firefly.” His hands toyed with your strap, snapping it against your skin. “Pete! Ow!” You pout covering the straps, he only laughed “Intrusive thoughts won, sorry princess, I’ll make it up to you promise” he crossed his heart, you smiled as his hands cool dip under you to unhook your bra. you whip your head away, as you rest your hands above your breast, resisting the urge to cover yourself up. His hands slide down your torso to your leggings, you lift yourself a bit to help him shimmy them off along with your underwear.

“You are so..breathtaking.” You shift to see him looking down at you in awe, you bite your lip. “I-really?” He nods, ghosting his hands over your body. “P-Peter?” He hums in response, trained on your body still. “C-can you take your clothes off now too? T-this is embarrassing.” Your lip quivers, he nods slowly, sliding off of you. “So desperate to see my naked body hm?” He strips slowly as his eyes are locked on yours. “I- no-! I-I just-!” He grinned. “God, I tease you 24/7 and you still fall for it every time.”

You frown as he hovers over you again. “You’re so mean to me, Pete!” You fold your arms across your chest, you scowl though it isn’t very scary. “Ohh, baby I can be meaner, so so so much meaner.” His fingers ghosted over your cheeks, “Is meaner even a word?” You stick out your tongue, he sucks on your tongue, you quickly retract it back into your mouth, stunned. “Pe-“ “I told you If you keep doing that I’d kiss you.” His thumb swipes against your lip. “Now open up, sweetheart.” You bite your lip before, closing your eyes as you feel his lips on yours, his moans are enticing.

His hand his way under your arms to caress your tits, “Mm, so soft.” His buttery voice made you hot, he moved down pushing your boobs together before motorboating them, you can’t help but giggle maniacally, he pulled back his boyish charm smirk plastered on his face.” Couldn't help myself” he shrugged before, flicking your nipples once, you give out a little “hey!” Before the stinging sensation is cooled with his warm mouth, a satisfying “oh” leaves your mouth as you close your eyes. His hands traveled down your sides before stopping to rub circles at your hips. “Feel good?” He gives your nipple one last lick before sitting up, as you nod.

“Now let’s see what’s going on down here” he parted your legs as you looked away embarrassed.

“I-is there something wrong-?” You spoke softly, Peter hums a no as you finally get the courage to look back at him, his eyes were glossy and his jaw tightened. “Please stop st-staring then!” His thumb grazed your clit as you spoke, you buck up immediately. “Mm sorry you’re so, enticing had to” he cleared his throat as his thumb stroked you causally, his gaze finally met yours, as you held your tongue to keep your noises at bay. “Collect myself, if I didn’t I might’ve just fucked you right now.” Your jaw hurt from clenching trying to keep your moans at bay, Peter’s words made it even harder for you to keep it together.

“Why are you being quiet, baby?” Peter pouted, his thumb stroking your clit faster as you squealed inside your mouth.

“Come on, I wanna hear that pretty mouth, can I please?” Peter's voice coaxed you to submit. “S-sorry force of ha-habit! Ah-! From ..yknow” you pant slightly. “From what baby? Tell me what you do alone, do you touch yourself hm?” you blush and nodded slowly.

“Oh, good girl” you shiver. His voice was like sugar, your eyes widened as you felt his fingers ease into your hole. “Peter!” You whimper, grabbing his hand. “Oh, she can moan?” He chuckled, you sulk. “Do-don’t tease!” You mutter out before moaning as his digits curled into you.

“Mm, there she is” His eyes were low, drinking you in, as his fingers pumped inside you. “You’re already in shambles, love.” He teased, You whine grinding against him.

“Peter, please..!” You threw your head back in frustration, you were so so close, and he was making sure you wouldn’t reach it. Your eyes roll back as you feel his cool tongue lick your aching clit, “Oh god” you breathe out, Peter gives you a lick.

“Mm no god just Peter.” His fingers speed up as he sucks on your nub, your hands grip his hair. “P-Peter! Shit.. I’m - hnn” you hunch over him as he pushes himself deeper into your pussy, soaking up as much as he can, you fall back, you were content just like this somewhere between dazed and happy. “Tsk firefly, no sleeping yet” Peter sat you up on the headboard as you watched him get up, sneaking a peak at his package as he grabbed your black box.

“Why are you grabbing th-that?” Your back straightened as he carefully laid out your toys in front of you. “Oh? Uhm I’m gonna make you cum a second time.” He waved his hand around like it was a simple question on your homework.

“B-but. Y-you already made m-“

“I know, but I’m gonna do it again to make sure you’ll be nice and wet for me, plus it’ll make it much more enjoyable. Now pick which one you want today.”

You look down at all the toys lined up in front of you. You had your regular bullet vibes, your bigger vibrator, clit sucker, and your two dildos, one vibrated the other did not. You gulp, thinking about your decision definitely no more clit stimulation you’d probably pass out so that meant the two dildos were your best bet.

You put your hand on your chin, this was a big decision, your thoughts were thrown away by his laughter. “Having trouble there, bug?” He hummed, you scowled. “No! Shush it, Parker! I’m trying to decide which one! You’re messing up my process!” You throw your hands up in a fit as he doubled over laughing. “Okay okay I think I’ll go with my dildo” you pick up your non-vibrating one, Peter sat back up staring at your choice.

“Hm but, that one doesn’t vibrate” he frowned, you tilt your head. “Yeah? What’s wrong with that?” You question as he pouts playing with the vibrating dildo you abandoned on the bed.

“Mmm, not as fun.” He bit his lip as he stared at you, curious, you let out an “oh” and he gives an “Mmhn” and a nod, before clapping his hands together.

“I omit your choice, let's use this one!” Peter stacked your other toys up including snatching the one you picked outta your hand, you give a Lil “hey!” and an expression of “wtf” before he gives you a kiss on the lips and you can’t help but smile.

“What’s the point of saying I can choose and you choose for me “ you point out as his lips grace your skin, kissing down your body, he shrugs. “The illusion of choice” you complain as you ruffle his hair, you tug on it when you feel the slick sensation of your dildo probing your hole. You shift as it eases into closing your eyes as Peter kisses your stomach, “Feel ok, baby?” Peter's voice sent a shiver down your spine, your head moved slightly, a whimper passed through your lips.

You look down to see him staring at you with a twinkle in his eye. “You’re.. so cute like that. I wanna- see more of you looking like that.” He confessed as he pumped into faster, “P-Pete. Oh-..” you hum as you feel a familiar build-up.

“I haven’t even turned on the vibration, you’re so sensitive.” He chuckled, as you muttered “shut up” and “be quiet”.

You whine and thrash as he switches on the vibration, your hips move up as he drives your dildo deeper.

“P-Pet-Mmhn!”

“Look at me, baby”

Your eyes flutter as you glance at him. His grin is lazy as you struggle to not close your eyes in bliss. His eyes stay on yours as his mouth creeps towards your slit, you shake your head furiously before he presses your hips down with his free hand as he sucks on your sweet spot. You chant his name over and over again as you let yourself go again, panting.

Peter kissed his way up your body finally reaching your lips to give you a big kiss on the lips.

“You’re pretty sexy for a virgin.” His grin is goofy as you puff your lips out. “S-shhhut up!” Your voice weak from all the yelling you just did. “Mm, you're soundin’ pretty tired, firefly. Are you sure you wanna continue?” It was a question but you knew what answer he wanted, what you were gonna answer. “Ofc’ you ass! I’m up for the challenge, plus you didn’t make me scream like your other girls yet.” Your eyebrows wiggled as Peter's eyes darken. “Oh? But I’m pretty sure you were just chanting my name just a second ago.” Peter licks his lips and you laugh to his dismay. “Mm yeah but I didn’t scream now did I?” Your hands pet his hair, “Fine. I’ll make you scream, but don’t say I didn’t warn ya” You scoff as he sits to ogle you, pumping his cock

“God, I feel like I’m gonna bust right now just from lookin’ at you.” Your eyes widen, blushing at his comment. “T-thanks” you squeak out as you feel his tip probe your hole, you look down to see his cock.

It’s big, like bigger than big, biggest, your dildos were puny compared to his johnson.

“You okay there? Been staring at my dick for like five minutes” Peter snickered, you snap at it before looking at him again.

“I-I’m fine! You’re just.. big.” You gulp and he smiles. “Don’t worry I’ll go slow” though that sentence was supposed to be comforting, coming from him it sounded like a threat.

“I’m ready!” you bit your lip as Peter primed himself again before stopping, “Are you sure, you..want me to, y’know?” His eyes were soft as they bore into yours. You think for a moment before taking his soft face into your hands. “Peter, Peter Parker, you are my best friend. There's no one I would rather have than you. I don’t want it to be some random guy or even.. a boyfriend. It’ll always be.. special, with you.” You

Peter's eyes crinkle with love as he slowly slides into you.

Your eyes close as the unfamiliar pressure fills you up, “Feelin’ ok?” You suck your teeth at his question, “You can move, Pete.” You grip his shoulders as you shakily breathe out, as he gently pulls back and pushes into again. “Oh- Mm. You- feel great- shit” You stare at Peter, his eyes closed, eyebrows knit together in concentration, “That good huh?” You smirk as his eyes pop open, curious, your smile widened before moaning loudly as he pumped into harshly. “I-oh! Pe-Pete Mm- “ you tried to call his name but the pleasure was too much.

“You know how much I’ve wanted this? Wanted you?” His hips snapped to yours as you felt a tingle through your legs. “W-wha-? Ah-!” You spit out between moans. “Fuck- Like when you ripped your ski-skirt. I wanted to rip the rest of it off and take you right there Mmm, god you feel so good” Peter kisses you hard as tears form in your eyes. “God even that time you came from the gym, your top, a-and leggings shi-shit. They were so see-through I could see your cute Lil bra and panties” His cock slammed into you again as your toes curled and your body was burning from his words. “I wanted to eat you out and make you cry in pleasure” His hands hold yours as you look at him with clouded eyes, his mouth finds your neck giving you a hickey as you wrap your legs around his waist. “You know you’re so fucking loud when you jerk off? I love hearing you trying to keep quiet as you cum.” Peter licked the shell of your ear as you closed your eyes tight in embarrassment. “Don’t think I don’t hear you moaning my name too, tell me, am I as good as you imagined, baby?“ you squeeze him in response “Oh? Does she like that? She likes when I talk about how much of a pervert she is? “ You whine as he talks. “Who knew virgins were so so so dirty” he laughed cruelly.

That was the final straw for you, your head tilted back.

“P-peter!!” You scream his name over and over again, his thumb rubs circles into your clit as you twist and turn. “Shh, good girl..cum for me.” You finally cum your shut your eyes tight, as Peter kisses your lips softly. Pull out of you, you lay there catching your breath as you hear small shuffles, you feel a cold sensation on your pussy, you jolt up. “You remember the safe word, right?” Peter spoke tenderly, you mouth the word as Peter smiles, slipping back into you. He slides in and out of you a feel times before switching on the vibe, you buck up. “I-oh- Pe-mmm, I- im still sen-“ you whine and your frenetic movements are stopped by Peter’s free hand splayed across your stomach. “Fuck, you’re clutching me so tightly. I’m-“ his moans and whimpers fill your ears as you’re forced to take all his cock into you over and over again.

“I’m- fuck I’m cumming, are you gonna cum again? Hm, darling?” You groan, lifting up, “ I know you are, I can feel you trying to grip me tighter.” Peter's voice was rough as his words came out like venom. “Want me to come inside you? Hm? Say it. Say it!” He furiously pounded. “I-I .. Hhh- I-!” You whine as he grabs your arms holding them above your head. “Look at me when you say it baby-Mmm, I wanna see that cute face when you say it.” You gasp as you tilt to look at his face, his eyes were low as they stared into yours. “I-I..o-oh Pete- mm- I- want” you bit your lip to keep from screaming again. “Come on, tell me what you want, firefly. Y-fuck! You- you know I’ll grant your wishes-“ his voice hitches as you squeeze him once more. “C-cum ins-side me! Mm, p-pleas-!” You push the words out of your mouth, cumming hard again. “Oh mmm- I love when you say please- fuckfuckfuck!” You scream as Peter’s seed fills you steadily as his last movements

Peter falls beside you, your vibe discarded somewhere on the floor as you both cuddle together, you look at him with peacefulness as he beams down at you.

“So, how was the service” Peter joked, you giggled a bit. “It was 10/10! Very satisfactory, will come again. If you'd let me..” He tilted your chin up kissing you lovingly.

“Of cours’.. if you’d let me?” He cracked a smile as you shake your head intensely. “Yes please!” You state, shameless. He snuggles you closer, “Well, on one condition.” Your eyebrows quirk up, listening closely.

“I get to take you on a date.” He boops your nose making you snicker,

“Deal!”

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