#and there’s this random baby in the corner playing w the hot wheels car that came w the meal

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Ooohhh what about Erik messing with his boys sister & they get caught

Cherry checked her messages and left her granny's house looking both ways and holding the curtain of her 1B black tracks back from her face to make sure she didn't see anyone she knew hanging around the bushes or the Riverview Landing sign on the block in front of the unit. Speed-walking down to the next building in her hot pink Nike Air Max, ripped denim shorts and white beater, she saw a few faces out, but no one who could snitch to Big Eazy. The sun beamed like a flashlight trying to catch her in her wrongs.. illuminating her clear cappuccino skin. Her golden highlight gleamed off her shoulder blades and cheekbones like her Fenty glossed lips, the shine strategically placed to incite sin.. and there it was.. Erik's white S Class Mercedes parked behind a green truck. If she hadn't walked up on it, she wouldn't have seen it. Taking a final look from the corner of her eye at her surroundings, she slid into the passenger seat and put on her seatbelt while her own big nigga in the driver's seat with a white short sleeved v-neck put the car in drive and rode off, elbow out of the window and resting on the door as his hand casually blocked the lower half of his face, his finger under his nose.

"He followed you out? What did he say?" 

"He doesn't know, he asked about Stucky."

"Stucky?" He kissed his teeth. "He had that shit coming no cap."

"Okay well his pregnant girlfriend got shot up too, did she deserve that?"

"For fuckin that nigga? Yes." He turned on the highway.

"Well I'm fuckin you! Do I deserve to get shot in my house?"

"Big Eazy wouldn't let that happen."

"Big Eazy would shoot my ass.. and yours too," Cherry mumbled looking forward. 

"You'd have time to run. He'd shoot me first," Erik laughed like it was a joke. Cherry was serious. She felt uneasy creeping behind Eazy's back, but being with Erik.. It was like no one's opinion of her mattered and she could take the risk.

"Baby it's been mooonths.. I'm tired of sneaking around, I wanna enjoy you!" Her hand rubbed his thigh moving inward to the seat of his soft navy blue pants, bunching the fabric as she grabbed his meat tracing the outline against his thigh. "I need to show off my man! I can't deal with Eazy coming between us like this, controlling my love life. Daddy used to do that before he got shot."

"He care about you, you all he got.. Honestly I'd be the same way."

Cherry rolled her eyes taking off her sunglasses. "If you were in my shoes, E, you'd have left a long time ago. You wouldn't put up with half of what I deal with on the regular. He still see me as his kid sister and I'm grown! I'm 25, I'm in school, I got a part-time. I be out here too."

"In his eyes you gone always be baby sis, you can't change that, baby."

Cherry pouted, her lip poking out as she sat arms crossed. She watched Erik's hand on the wheel as he pulled into the Chik-Fil-A dive thru ordering 2 chicken sandwich combos with lemonades, saving his to eat when he reached home. Cherry ate hers in the car on the way finishing when Erik pulled into White Pine apartments.. his building, one that was leagues removed from and ten times better than any place in or around Riverview Landing. The streets were clean. No one was out. The grass was green and trimmed. It was quiet. The hedges were in shape. Cherry wished she could stay there with Erik instead of with her grandma, but Eazy lived in White Pine too, he just worked the block in Riverview. Cherry recalled back when she was 16, Eazy and Erik shot up some niggas tryna sell on their block. The cops came and no one would talk because they knew Eazy, Erik and their other homies would catch them out slippin or break into their house. Here at White Pine, they were more subtle but they were still the main dealers. 

Cherry followed Erik into his apartment on the fourth floor knowing her brother's empty apartment was on the fifth and as soon as she pressed the door closed, Erik grabbed her waist spinning her to where she could pull his neck and kiss him, her knee rising up his hip enough for him to catch the hint and pick her up. He sat on the loveseat with her in his lap straddling him as she stayed glued to his lips, refusing him air, kissing and sucking on his lips while he rubbed her booty in circles. She missed this contact, she hadn't kissed him like this since they snuck and met up last week. She had a week's worth of kisses to give as she grinded on his lap.

Erik rubbed and smacked her ass, gripping the back of her neck to pull her up and she released his mouth looking him in his eyes. They were low just like she liked them because it meant he was wanting her just as bad.

"Take your clothes off and get in the bed, wait for me," he whispered and Cherry lifted quickly to go to the room. Eight big bags of weed sat stacked on the dresser next to two pistols and a few small plastic bags of that white girl. Taking off her outfit and folding it to set on his nightstand with her Nikes on the floor, socks in the Nikes, she stood nude in her cappuccino glory, sliding between the cool black satin sheets and resting her head on the black satin pillow case. If Eazy knew Erik had bought these with her in mind and not some random hoes, it would've been a murder. If Erik wasn't such a good liar in the first place, there would've been a murder. She tried not to think about it and instead thought of how much she missed her man. She was finally getting quality time uninterrupted and she didn't have to pretend to be a play sis because that shit died a long time ago. 

When Erik came in the room, he was chewing with fat chipmunk cheeks and his lemonade in hand. 

"Come here, baby," Cherry smiled with a slow curve of her index. The two tatted cherries on a stem between her titties showed past the blanket. He set the cup on the dresser and pulled off the navy plaid button up that hung open over his defined abs and the exposed band of his white Calvin Klein briefs under navy sweats. Cherry kissed her teeth as he took time to swallow, sip his drink again and smile before kicking off his shoes and pants to jump in the bed squeezing Cherry to his chest. 

"Your breath smell like hot sauce," she frowned but it ain't stop her from wrapping her leg firmly around his thigh.

"And you smell like fried chicken," he mumbled pressing his nose to hers. He turned her over so he was on top as she rested her hands around his thick stocky neck, rubbing his nape.

"Shut up," she chuckled squeezing his neck briefly, "and gimme that dick." She pressed her lips into his neck as his slim long legs tangled with hers. Immediately, his dick aligned with help from his hand and he went straight into the pussy no foreplay. Cherry hummed from the delicious feeling of being filled, grabbing his hips and pulling him deep into her wet kitkat as she locked her legs over his ass. "Show me how much you love this pussy." 

She had having been craving his dick for an entire week. He snapped his ass repeatedly and it was like clicking his heels to send her to heaven. Now that she finally had her boo thang's soul pole, she could grab on his locs and pull them. He only let her do it when they had sex as he ain't like people touching his hair. She wrapped his locs around her fingers and tugged guiding her tongue forcefully into his mouth as he dug his hips filling her full of his fat curved dick. Suddenly he switched up with his curve and Cherry threw her head back overcome with a sudden wave of pleasure. He stretched a heavy arm above her head and braced the other against the bed as he threw his body grinding roughly, swiveling his hips and shaking her entire body underneath his weight. Cherry and gripped and scratched wildly over his back and sides, his arms, feeling her body bounce under him as she listened to his hard breaths coming out in pants, her sensitive nipples rubbing aggressively against his chest. She rolled her hips to his pace and feeling herself climb toward a new orgasm, she grabbed his ass pushing his pelvis down to keep his rhythm consistent.. holding onto the sweet feeling of her inevitable nut. He was fucking her so good, reaching under her ass to grab it and hold her pussy in place as he fucked it, panting over her ignorant to the red marks collecting on his smooth skin.

"Oh fuck yes baby!" Cherry was breathless clutching onto him like she'd drown if she let go. "Show me how much you love this pussy!"

"I luh this pussy baby," he moaned in her ear, "Shit I'm cummin."

"Nut in me," she begged. Pulling out he climbed quickly up her body. 

"Open your mouth." The tip of his dick knocked on her bottom lip and when she opened her mouth, his dick coated in her juice plopped in it. She sealed her lips around the head and from on her back she bobbed her head up and down on his length as he held it. In seconds she felt warm liquid burst in her mouth and she swallowed it with her spit. Sighing like he'd run a marathon, he pulled back dropped his face between her glossy inner thighs. She grabbed his locs again to guide him and hold him in place as he licked on her the way she loved, licking over her glossy folds and sucking until she shook.  

"Shiiiit..," she smiled feeling better already. She felt like she was glowing. She needed a smoke. "I need more dickkk," she grinned lifting to look at Erik. He was smirking. It typically took a few rounds before she was out. 

"Let's go," he chuckled. "I'm ready for whatever babe."

Cherry climbed on top this time as he hung his wrists in the air waiting for her to get right and situated on his dick and find a rhythm before holding her waist. She put the tops of her feet against the inside of his knees and he chuckled knowing what was coming. Her knees went on the bed outside his legs and raising her ass high to the end of his dick, she drove her pussy down and bounced her ass right back high to the tip of his dick. 

"Gotdammit fuckin bitch," he sputtered. She could feel her pussy dripping and knew it was sliding down his shaft as she bounced up and down, up and down, draining his soul quickly with every bounce. "Shit I'm bout to nut," he hissed with Cherry bouncing harder. "Cherry," he warned with a sharp exhale, his eyes focused on the ceiling. Anywhere but at her. "Shit, stop.." Hell no, she thought enjoying seeing him squirm. She wanted his baby though she knew he wasn't quite ready. He could get ready. Quickly, he pinched her thigh hard and pushed her off his dick right before leaking a stream of cum onto his thigh and onto the sheet. His dick twitched on its own spurting a bit more and he calmed it with his hand sighing deeply. He closed his eyes.

"Next time I'm throwing yo ass off my bed."

"Next time wear a condom then, but you won't feel shit," she giggled not really wanting that at all. She kissed his forehead and rubbed her hand over his beard to his chest. 

"I ain't in a position for kids right now, Cherry, neither are you. You got school and yo job. How you gonna juggle a damn baby?"

"I'm not stupid," she frowned, "I don't need a baby right now but I do want one." She rubbed the tip of his nose with his index and he didn't move. "...with you. Maybe sometime in the next two years."

"Ion know bout all that," Erik muttered sitting up. Cherry rolled her eyes. She'd just have to keep tryna convince him. 

"Besides, what I'm a tell Eazy? We been bros since middle school I can't do that shit. I'm already in deep enough, I'm fuckin my brother's lil sister."

"Don't say it like that!"

"That's what it is.. that's my nigga. How we gone explain this shit, Cherry?"

"I wish we could just tell him.. If he loves me he should accept that I'm grown and I do what and who I want when I want."

"You don't wanna do that," Erik cautioned. "You ain't that grown, you still living with g-ma in the crib.. Eazy still pay the bills and for your classes. You at least need to be independent before you say anything to that nigga." 

"Erik! This is ridiculous. I'm tired, I just wanna live my life. I want us to go on dates and be seen in public. I don't wanna be duckin and timing our exits and whispering at night. That's high school shit.."

"You think I wanna creep in shit? I ain't crept since 8th grade. This ain't ideal for me either. We gotta be smart about it though, timing is important." Cherry whined feeling defeated and Erik draped an arm around her shoulder, cradling her. "We'll figure this out, be patient." He kissed her forehead and stood grabbing his lemonade and gesturing for her to get up so he could change the sheet. 

After a cuddle session and long talk, Cherry fixed herself up in his bathroom, redressed, and Erik drove her back to Riverview Landing dropping her off a building away, riding off. 

Looking around for anyone who could recognize what had just happened she didnt see anyone and turned quickly to jog to her building. 

"Yo," a voice yelled. Her spine stiffened as she looked around not seeing anyone of consequence. "Up here," he called and she looked up to a balcony with a guy sitting out shirtless smoking a black n mild. It was Leonard, a guy under Eazy's thumb. Instantly thumb set in. He leaned forward blowing out a puff of smoke. "What you up to Cherry?" 

"None of your damn business," she snapped as she continued to walk, nervous as ever.

"I see. Maybe it's Eazy business," he said loud enough for her to hear on the ground. He always had a big mouth, he was a glorified snitch.

"What you want," Cherry stomped coming to a standstill.

"Don't want nothing just wondering why was out for three hours with the boy E." He shrugged puffing the black again his eyes still on hers. "You ain't… doing shit you ain't supposed to.. are you?" 

"He's my bro what are you saying to me right now?"

"Nah," Leonard spit off the balcony onto another part of the sidewalk. "That's not what I saw."

"Well I don't know what the fuck you think you saw," Cherry muttered continuing to the entrance of her grandma's building. She was sweating, pausing outside of the door before she put her key in to open it. She hoped to God that Eazy was somewhere selling in a different building. She turned the key and walked in… there sitting with a gang of other niggas was Big Eazy. He looked up and the look on his face was like he knew something. He didn't blink, he just glared the way he had that time when he she accidentally broke his memory thing on his game system. 

She tried to walk by to her room. Her grandmother was at bingo. 

"You just gone walk by?" He was angry, she could hear it in his voice. Swallowing, she close her eyes and headed back to where he was. 

"Eazy-"

"Eazy!  Don't Eazy me, how the fuck you gone do that to your own flesh and blood, Cherry? You gone fuck the homie? My brother? He posed to be yo brother too and you fuck him? That's some backwards ass treacherous shit sis-"

"He's not my brother!" Cherry snapped. "He's not blood, he's not related to us, he's a friend, yeah.. but that's why I like him! Wouldn't you want me with someone we trust?! You want me with just anybody?!" 

"Not my brother, stupid! That's fucked up!" He jumped up but Cherry wasn't afraid anymore. She was just pissed.

"You always do this! I'm not a baby, I'm a grown ass woman."

One of his guys scoffed and Cherry smacked him in the head shutting him up as he looked up in surprise. What was he gonna do hit Eazy's sister in their grandma's house?

"No, you not. You a lil ass girl and you fuckin up your life! You out fucking dealers an shit! You know what he is? You know what he into? I can count on two hands the people that nigga killed and the niggas after him, he's the worst nigga you could choose. You need a nice lil college boy. Smart. Someone with a future, not some fuckin hoodrat ass nigga!"

"Do you hear yourself..?" Cherry was in shock. 

"I ain't raise you to end up like mom. You don't need a nigga like dad. You don't need a nigga like me. Do better, Cher… DO BETTER!" He looked wide-eyed like he wanted to shake her and she could feel his conviction like he really hated himself and who he was, it shocked her. Never had she been ashamed of him or who he was. She didn't expect this. 

"Eazy-"

"NO!" He shook his head. "I can't accept it.."

Cherry took a deep breath looking him in the eye. "You have to.. I love him.. and I love you. If you love me, you'll accept that and let me make my own decision. Trust me."

"I can't," he shrugged taking a deep sigh. "Look… I can't allow this. Either you stop seeing him.. or I'm cutting your funding for school."

"You can't do that!"

"I will."

Cherry gaped staring at her brother with new eyes. This was what Erik meant, why he really couldn't know. She wanted to cry, but refused to do it in front of his boys. "Fine," she whispered, the air knocked out of her lungs. "I don't need you," she shrugged, a tear falling despite her strong will. She headed to her room and packed a bag, walking out the apartment without a backward glance. She'd come back when he was gone. In the meantime she called Erik.

"Cherry?" He sounded confused because she didn't typically call him when she was around her brother. "What's wrong?" The concern was there in his voice and she knew she'd chosen the right guy. Sniffling, she let her tears fall. 

"He knows.."

#original #erik killmonger #killmonger #erik killmonger smut #killmonger smut

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Little Do You Know: 6

Pairing: TJ Hammond x fem!Reader

Story Summary: Soulmate AU. On your 21st birthday, you begin to hear the innermost thoughts of your soulmate. What will happen when your soulmate just so happens to be a drug addict struggling to recover? Did I mention that he may or may not be incredibly gay? Will his family accept you, or are you doomed to be kept apart?

Warnings: bi!TJ, use of alcohol/drugs, language, angst, feels, fluff, TJ being REALLY REALLY dreamy, Did I mention feels?, kissin’ and stuff. 

A/N: Here’s part 6 for you guys. Sorry it’s super late, but at least its also SUPER long and pretty fucking fluffy. Thanks for encouraging me to continue this, your support and kind words mean the absolute world to me. I couldn’t do this without you. Enjoy, and let me know what you think.

You’re sitting on TJs couch watching some random Holiday drama while he shuffles around the apartment behind you, removing his shoes, jacket and unbuttoning his dress shirt before he joins you. “You look tense.” He points out, pressing his index finger against your cheek to grab your attention. You look at him with a small smile and shrug, “I’m okay, just.. Today’s been a long day.” He mirrors your smile and nods, moving his hand up slightly to brush a few strands of hair away from your face. “You need to relax.” He states softly, brushing his fingertips across your jaw as he moves his hand to the nape of your neck, gently massaging the muscle there. “I am relaxed.” You murmur, practically melting at his touch. He lets out a quiet chuckle, continuing to softly knead at your skin. You let out a soft hum after a few moments and he takes a deep breath in. “I have an idea..” He whispers, and you can feel him scoot closer to you on the couch, his knee bumping yours in the process. “Why don’t you take a nice hot bath… I’ll run out and grab some ice cream from the gas station up the street.. and when I come back, we can snuggle up and watch a movie, huh?” You hum again before fluttering your eyes open and meeting his gaze. “I dont have anything to change into, Teej. So a bath is out of the question.” You reply softly, but his expression doesn’t change. “You can wear something of mine. C’mon.” His hand leaves your neck and latches on to your own, pulling you up from the couch with him.

You trail behind him into his bedroom, taking a seat on the edge of his bed as he makes his way into his closet, returning after a few minutes with a soft long sleeved shirt and a pair of boxers. “These should fit you just fine.” He says softly, rubbing his thumbs along the material as he looks down at you. “Come on. I’ll get the bath started.” He makes his way into the bathroom, and you wait to hear the water running before you follow.

He’s kneeling next to the tub, slowly pouring in what seems to be a scented salt soak and you smile to yourself. ‘How thoughtful.’ He turns to look at you with an adorable smile before standing up. “Anything for you, babe.” He sets your borrowed clothing on the counter along with a plush, white towel before turning to you and grabbing your hands in his. “Take your time, okay? I’ll be waiting for you in the living room when I get back from the store.” He leans forward, resting his forehead against yours as he takes a long breath in. “Don’t miss me too much.” He says on his breath out, a smirk on his lips. “I’ll try not to..” You whisper in reply, reaching your hand up to toy with one of the buttons on his shirt. “Hey..” The word is barely audible as he reaches up to cradle your face in his hands. Your eyes meet his and he brushes his nose against yours. “You okay?” He wonders, his thumbs tracing your cheekbones. “I’m fine.” You tell him, nodding slowly. ‘Don’t lie to me.’ His voice is in your mind and your cheeks flood red in embarrassment. ‘Is it something my mom said?’ You shrug in reply, chewing on your lip. “I love you.” He suddenly speaks, the words making your heart beat wildly in your chest. “That’s all that matters, hm?” You nod, unable to keep yourself from grinning. “There’s my girl.” He presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, and you can’t help but wish he was actually kissing you. “Go on. Before the water gets cold. I’ll be right back.” He steps away quickly and heads towards the bathroom door, turning to look at you once more before he leaves. “I love you.” He states again, waiting for a response this time. “I love you, too.” He winks at you before leaving you alone in the bathroom.

TJ

I’m in love with her. Completely and totally in love with her. I can’t get over how her eyes sparkle when she laughs or the dimple in her cheek. The curve her lips make when she says my name is so inviting - I have to stop myself from diving right in and kissing her. All I want to do is kiss her. Is that weird? God, that must be weird. But I don’t care. Because I love her. And that’s all I know.

My train of thought is wrecked when my phone starts to ring over the Bluetooth in my car. ‘Incoming call from: Birth-giver.’ I roll my eyes before jamming my finger into the accept option on the screen. “Thomas.” She speaks, her voice tight. “What’s up, mom?” I pull into the gas station parking lot, putting the car in park and praying this conversation will be over sooner rather than later. “We need to talk. Is.. she with you?” Another eye roll. “No, mother, she is not with me at the moment. And talk about what? You didn’t talk enough at dinner? How dare you?” My words are spewing out before I can stop them, a common thing when it came to conversations with my mother. She lets out a harsh laugh and I grit my teeth, hand gripping the steering wheel hard enough to make my knuckles go white. “How dare I? How dare she, come into my home and disrespect me like that. I knew there was a reason I didn’t like her.” I shake my head, letting out a sound of disapproval. “You just can’t stand the fact that she genuinely makes me happy, can you? That she’s actually good for me.” There’s a tightness in my chest after I speak, knowing that it’s the truth. She doesn’t want me to be happy. She merely scoffs in reply. “I just think she’s more trouble than she’s worth is all. I know how.. unstable you are. I don’t want her to set you off.. I worry about you.” Her voice sounds so sincere that it makes me sick. I immediately end the call and slam my fist against the steering wheel.

Unstable.

Her

Four hours.

Four whole hours.

That’s how long you’d been out of the bath, waiting on TJs couch anxiously for him to return. Where was he? Had something happened? A million different scenarios had played in your mind, each one worse than the last. You’d worried yourself to tears at this point as you paced in his kitchen, trying to decide if it was time to call the police.

Where the hell was he?

You called his phone for the hundredth time, it rings once, twice, and then goes to voicemail. Mailbox is full. “FUCK!” You yell, slamming your phone down on the counter. “Where are you, TJ?” You whimpered, bringing your hands up to tug at your hair and letting out a small, frustrated cry. ‘I fucked up.’ You’re in such shock at his voice in your mind that it takes a moment for you to register what he’s saying. You blink a few times, standing up straight and grasping your phone, calling him again. ‘Pick up, pick up..’

He answers on the third ring this time. “Baby..” he whines, and you know he’s drunk. “Teej, oh, babe.. where are you?” You gush, making your way towards the door and trying to find your shoes. Where the hell were they? “Just tell me where you are, I’ll come to you.” You coo, doing your best not to cry. “I.. I fucked up..” He whispers, hiccuping a few times mid sentence. “It’s okay, Teej, I’m not mad, just please.. tell me where you are.” It’s a lie, you’re definitely a little mad, but that’s not what matters in this moment. Getting to him is priority one. “Mmmf… I’m here..” You hear what sounds like him dropping his phone, but you also hear it from where you’re standing in his apartment. You rush towards the door, ripping it open and letting out a sob when you see him standing there, bottle in hand, a large cut in his eyebrow and a small one on his cheekbone. His lip is busted and his pupils have nearly taken over his eyes. He’s gone. “I fucked up.” He tells you, his eyebrows raised and lower lip trembling. You can tell he’s sorry. He doesn’t even have to say it. “Come here, it’s okay.” You whisper, holding your hand out to him, trying your best to look reassuring. He takes a few steps forward, placing his hand in yours.

You pull him inside the apartment with you, leading him into the bathroom and making him sit on the edge of the bathtub. “What happened to you?” You asked as you searched his medicine cabinet for a first aid kit. You internally cheer when you find one hiding in a drawer beneath the sink. “I.. I talked to my mom and.. then I got into a fight.. at a bar..” he mumbles, finally coming down from whatever high he was on. “What did she say to you?” You don’t even bother to hide the venom in your voice. “She said.. I’m unstable… so we shouldn’t be together.” You refrain from rolling your eyes, opting for a soft sigh instead as you turn to him, alcohol and gauze in hand. “Wasn’t it you who just told me that all that should matter is that we love each other?” You asked as you began to nurse his wounds, doing your best not to inflict more pain on him than necessary. He mumbles a reply and you smile sadly at him. “We’re all a little unstable, Teej.. that’s what makes things interesting..” He laughs a little and nods, not meeting your eyes. “Hey..” you call his attention to you, bringing your hand down to caress his jaw. “She’s manipulative. And she’s going to do what she thinks she has to, to get you to do what she wants.” You shrug, pressing your lips to the tip of his nose. “I love you, regardless of what she thinks.” He smiles, a wide, boyish grin. “You’re too good for me, you know..” he tells you, carefully watching as you place a few bandages over his cuts. “Oh, I know.” You tease and that only makes him laugh a bit more. “But.. you can’t do this to yourself anymore, Teej..” Your voice is soft now, and the smile drops from his lips. “I know.” He says, gaze falling to his hands. “I thought you said you’d come to me..” You whisper, chewing the inside of your cheek. He lets out a small sigh as he picks at his cuticles. “I.. I don’t want to mess you up.. you-you’re so perfect and I.. I’m just… not.” He says with a sad laugh, shaking his head as fresh tears fill his eyes. “You’re so good. Your fucking smile lights up the room, your laugh makes my stomach do this dumb fluttering thing, and goddamn, all I want to do is kiss you for the rest of eternity, but, how could I? I don’t deserve you. Don’t you know that? How could I taint you with my.. my.. darkness?” A tear escapes his eye and you find yourself leaning forward and capturing it with your lips, pressing comforting kisses along his cheek and jawbone. His hands are cradling your back and head as he sobs into your shoulder. He holds you as if he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he’s not careful. “I love you..” He whispers into your hair after a few moments, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Your reply is a sweet kiss to his forehead and a small sigh.

‘Please don’t be mad at me..’ His voice is in your head as he presses himself closer to you. “Teej..” You whisper, shaking your head just slightly. “So, you are mad..” his voice is so soft you almost don’t hear him. “I’m only upset because I care about you..” you pull back from him, pushing a few hairs away from his face so you can see him clearly. “You’ve given me quite a few scares these past few years.. I just don’t want to lose you..” He smiles softly, twiddling his thumbs in his lap. “I’m sorry..” You shake your head before standing up and offering your hand out to him. “Come on. Let's get you to bed. We can talk in the morning.” He places his hand in yours and follows you to stand, swaying just a bit with a giggle. “Probably a good idea.”

You carefully lead him to his bed, helping him to sit on the edge and then eventually lie down. You tuck the covers in around him and press a kiss to his forehead before turning to leave. “Wait.” He catches your wrist before you can get too far, pulling you back to him. “Where are you going?” He practically whimpers, eyes wide and almost fearful. “I was just going to sleep on the couch.” You tell him, pushing his hair away from his eyes. He pushes his lip out into a little pout, blue eyes sparkling up at you. “Stay with me..” he begs, tugging on your hand gently. “Teej.. you’re drunk.” You reason with him, though you’re close to giving in. “Please.. no funny business, I just.. I want to be close to you.”

How could you say no to that?

“Fine. Scoot over.” You give in so easily, sliding under the covers beside him. He immediately pulls you into his chest and presses a kiss to your head. “Thank you.” He breathes after a few moments, holding you just a bit tighter. “Go to sleep, Teej.” You whisper back, bringing your arm over his waist to snuggle in closer. “I am, I am, just…” He pauses to let out a small sigh. “Thank you for staying.. Even though I fucked up.. I.. I just wasn’t thinking.. Its like.. My brain just shuts off and I’m not me anymore.. That probably doesn’t make any sense..” He slaps a hand to his forehead and drags it down his face slowly. “What I’m trying to say is.. Thank you.. For not leaving me.. The people in my life have a habit of abandoning me when I need them most, but you..” He meets your gaze, eyes shining with fresh tears. “You’re the only one who’s ever actually stayed.” Your lower lip quivers at his confession and you can’t stop yourself from leaning forward and attaching your lips to his for a brief moment. He lets out a little whine at the contact, pressing back needily before he hastily pulls away, shaking his head. “Baby, no…” He whispers, and your heart suddenly drops. No? “Not-Not while I’m like this.” He finishes, resting his hand on your cheek. “This is not how I want to be when I’m intimate with you, I.. I want to remember it, relish in it, and be one-hundred percent present in those moments.” He presses a lazy kiss to the corner of your lips, lingering there for an extra second before he leans back, resting his head on his pillow with a quiet sigh. “You know…” You start, pushing his hair away from his face lovingly. “You spend so much of your time telling me how bad you are, but.. you’re such a good man, Teej..” His lips curve into a smile at your words and he pulls you into his chest. “Go to sleep, babe. We can talk in the morning.” He tells you, nearly repeating what you’d said to him earlier. “Yeah, yeah. Alright. I love you.” You whisper, nuzzling your face into his neck with a soft sigh. “Love you more..”

You’re surrounded by warmth.

His chest is pressed to your back, legs tangled together and his arms are caged around your waist, keeping you from wandering too far. His lips rest against the nape of your neck and as he breathes, in and out, goosebumps arise on your skin. He’s so close. You wiggle your hips ever so slightly, to get just a bit closer to him, and you can feel his lips turn into a smile against your skin. “Well, hello there.” He murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your hairline, nuzzling just slightly.  Your response is a soft hmpf as you bury your face further into the pillow. He lets out a soft chuckle, kissing further down your neck, pushing down the collar of your shirt as he goes. You let out a soft sigh, pulling out of his reach. “Where are you going?” He asks, hands on your waist, pulling you back into his embrace. “You can’t do that - it..” You pause, shaking your head as a blush floods your cheeks. “Oh, baby..” He whispers, running his fingertips down the top of your spine lightly. “Is it like your kryptonite?” He asks, and you have to bite back a laugh, choosing to nod instead.  He pulls you back into your previous position, back flush against his chest and nuzzles into your neck. “Good to know.” He whispers, barely audible, before pressing another soft kiss to your neck. You bite back your groan, melting into his touch instead.

You’re not sure how long you lay there for, his breath on your skin, lips trailing up and down your neck and shoulder. His hand has managed to find its way under your shirt, resting on the skin just below your belly button, his fingers threatening to touch your waistband with each slight movement. Your hand is tangled in his hair with your back arched, lip caught between your teeth. He’s got your heart going a million miles per minute and you’re starting to feel dizzy. ‘Breathe.’ He slowly ceases his assault on your neck, focusing his attention on your face. “A-Are you.. Is this okay? I.. I’m sorry.” He stammers, his hand resting on your arm as he sits up, putting a bit of distance between you. “No, no, I mean- Yes! This is fine, you’re fine, I.. I just got overwhelmed there for a second.. I’m sorry..” You admit quickly, the color in your cheeks deepening to a scarlet. His frown quickly turns to a smile, and then to a full grown grin. “Did I make you forget how to breathe?” He asks, making you glare in return. “Damn. I’m good.” He leans down to kiss your cheek, but you move your head at the last moment, capturing his lips in a soft kiss, instead. He gasps into your mouth at the contact, bringing his hand up to support the base of your neck as he deepens the kiss. You pull him down to hover over you and tangle your fingers in the short hairs on the back of his head, nipping his lower lip between your teeth and tugging ever so slightly. The moan he lets out has you letting out a small moan of your own, and TJ lets out a growl at the sound. “God, you have the prettiest moan I’ve ever fucking heard.” He gushes, running his hand down your thigh, gripping onto it tightly and bringing it over his hip. His jaw drops when you immediately buck your hips up against his leg, desperately seeking friction. “God, look at you..” He runs a fingertip over your lips, flicking his tongue out to wet his mouth as he watches you kiss the pad of his finger. “You are the most beautiful human I’ve ever seen..” He breathes, eyes meeting yours in a hypnotic gaze. He leans back down to kiss you, lips a mere centimeter away, when his doorbell goes off, followed by a knock on his apartment door. He rests his forehead against yours, a desperate sigh leaving his lips. “Its like the universe doesn’t want us to spend any time alone together.” He jokes, grumbling some more when the knocking persists. “I’ll be right back.” He tells you as he crawls out of the bed, straightening out his hair and his clothes as he leaves the room. You can hear him walk across his apartment and then open the door, followed by muffled voices. You decide to curl back up under the covers and close your eyes, melting back into his mattress.

Before you know it, you’ve drifted off to sleep and TJ is shaking you very lightly. “Babyyy..” He whispers, pressing his lips to your jaw. “Lets go get breakfast.” Your stomach growls loudly at the same exact time as he speaks, and he lets out a loud laugh. “C’mon. We can go Christmas shopping after.” You shake your head with a groan. “No shopping.” He laughs once again, tugging on your shirt. “Come on. We have to. Christmas is in less than a week.” You let out another small groan, “I loathe shopping.” He laughs softly, rubbing your back soothingly. “I promise to make it worth your while.” As he says this, his fingers trail up and down your spine, coaxing a shiver from you. “Fine, fine, alright. We’ll go. But you owe me coffee.” You say, quickly sitting up to hide your involuntary reaction to his touch. He just smirks, nodding slowly. “Get dressed.”

December 31

“Well, fuck.. Where did this year go?” You ask, mostly to yourself as you stare out one of the many large windows that litter TJ’s apartment, overlooking the busy city below. He lets out a loud, melodic laugh as he makes his way over to you, arm extended with a glass of amber colored liquid inside. “Here. This’ll make it all better.” He tells you, taking a sip from the glass of ice water he’d been nursing all evening. You cock an eyebrow, eyeing the drink carefully. “Just because I can’t have a little fun doesn’t mean you can’t. Go on. It’s good, I promise.” You take him at his word and bring the glass to your lips, eyes fluttering closed at the warmth it brings to your throat. “See? Told you you’d like it.” He says once you’ve finished the drink and licked the remnants from your lips. You nod, “It was, thank you.” The liquid courage has done nothing for your nerves. He looks so good tonight and its making your hands shake.

“Thanks for being okay with just staying in with me tonight, I.. I’m not really sure I could’ve handled being in a crowd right now..” He admits as he takes your empty glass back to his kitchen counter, preparing you another amber colored treat. “Oh, Teej, I’m okay, really.” You say quickly, but he just shrugs, finishing up anyway. “You’ll need something to toast the new year with, won’t you?” You nod in defeat, taking the drink from him when it’s offered, your gaze returning to the city below. “You sure you don’t mind being here with me?” He whispers after a moment, eyes fixed on your face, watching the passing lights race across your skin. “Not at all..” You tell him, a soft smile on your lips as you turn slightly to meet his gaze. “I’m happy to be here with you.” A large grin lights up his face and your heart stutters in your chest.

You were in trouble.

He takes slowly closes the distance between you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pressing his lips to your temple in a soft kiss. The gesture has your knees shaking and you let out a small laugh to hide it. “What’s so funny?” He asks, smiling down at you, eyes sparkling with something you’d never seen before. What was it? “N-nothin’.” You manage to stammer, forcing another small laugh. He just smiles even bigger, if possible. ‘You’re pretty fucking cute when you’re nervous, you know.’ His voice in your head makes your cheeks burn in embarrassment. “I’m not nervous.” You tell him, trying to sound convincing even though your voice shakes. “You sure about that?” He murmurs as he turns to face you, bringing your chest flush against his, prompting a small gasp to leave your lips. 

All you can do is nod, opting to stare at his nose instead of meeting his eyes. When your gaze drops to his mouth, you can’t help but lick your lips, which of course, he notices. “It’s almost midnight.” He tells you, voice horse as his gaze, too, drops to your lips. “Got any resolutions?” He wonders, resting his forehead against yours and fluttering his eyes closed. You were sure you saw him tremble when you brought your hand up to rest on his jaw. “I have a few..” You flirt, thumb brushing over his bottom lip lightly. You definitely saw him shiver that time.

You can hear the New Year count down faintly coming from his TV, nearly 30 seconds left. “Any of ‘em involve me?” He breathes, nuzzling his nose against yours. You can feel the warmth of his exhale on your skin and have to remind yourself to take a breath of your own. “A few...” You repeat, the words barely audible as the countdown reaches its last ten seconds. He laughs, lips brushing yours in the process. “I’m gonna marry you one day, you know..” He tells you, letting one of his hands travel to the nape of your neck, tilting it back to give him better access to your mouth. ..... 5..... 4....... 3...... “Promises, promises.” You manage to get out, right before the clock strikes midnight and TJ closes the gap between you, pressing his lips to yours in a needy, almost desperate kiss. 

Your heart is hammering in your chest as you continue to explore each other’s mouths, one of his hands making its way down to your lower back, nails digging into the skin right above your waistband. You let out a hiss into his mouth and he seems to enjoy it, taking the opportunity to seize your lower lip between his teeth, sucking on it with a small moan before he releases it. The look on his face has you clenching your thighs together. “I-I want you.” he whispers, holding eye contact with you. “I know.” You tell him, running your index finger across the outline of his lips. “Can...” he pauses to clear his throat before continuing. “May I?” He asks, confidence suddenly returning to his tone as he tucks an unruly hair behind your ear. Your mouth suddenly goes dry, which only makes his smirk grow larger. “Use your words, baby.” He murmurs, letting his fingertips ghost down your neck, humming when you shiver under his touch. “I.. I’m yours, if you want me.” You manage to whisper, voice shaking just a bit. He bites his lip as he stares down at you, what looks like disbelief written on his face. “I’m yours.” You bring your arms up around his neck, pulling his mouth back to yours in a messy, passionate embrace. His hands attach to your hips as he deepens the kiss and begins to lead you carefully towards his bedroom. You’re so entranced by the kiss that it takes you by surprise when he’s pushing you back onto his bed, the soft, plush comforter feeling like heaven against your overly sensitive skin. TJ unbuttons his shirt and you prop yourself up on your elbows to get a better look, almost drooling when he’s finally shirtless in front of you. “See something you like?” He wonders, removing his necklace and setting it on his nightstand before making quick work of removing his belt. “And what if I do?” You try your best to sound innocent, batting your eyelashes at him. The way he looks at you makes your heart stop in your chest. You swear you can see just how much he loves you in his eyes. “Well.. I guess it’s a good thing I’m yours, then, hmm?”

You can’t bring yourself to say anything witty in return as he comes closer, tapping your knees and gently prying them open before he pushes you up further on the bed, kneeling in the space he’s made. He’s hovering over you, now, arms making a cage to keep you from moving too far from him. “No smart comeback?” He asks, amusement evident in his voice. He’s enjoying seeing the effect he has on you. He likes knowing that you’re just as entranced by him as he is by you. Your reply is to simply pinch your lower lip between your teeth and bring your hand up to rest on the muscles in his lower stomach. You can feel him flex under your touch and let out an involuntary whimper. ‘Yours.’ His voice is soft in your mind and you close your eyes in bliss at the sound. You feel him shift his weight, right before his hand comes to rest on your jaw, thumb teasing at your lip.

‘Marry me.’

Your eyes snap open at the thought, but his expression hasn’t changed. He’s staring at you like you’re a goddess, a savior. His hand drops to your neck, fingertips grazing your skin as they make their way to the hem of your shirt. “I mean it.” He speaks softly, dipping his fingers under the fabric and resting on your waist. “I’m not saying it has to be tomorrow, or next year, or even five years from now, but marry me, please.” His words come out in a quick breath, leaning down to rest his head on your chest, ear just above your heart. “I know it hasn’t been very long, but.. Now that I have you, I don’t know that I could live without you.. and, just.. before we take this any further, I..” You shush him, taking his face in your hands and making him look at you. “Of course I’d marry you.. Is that even a real question?” You gush, eyes filling with tears. ‘Of course.’ He lets out a relieved laugh, tears filling his eyes, too. “I um.. I wanted to do this right and.. I got you something.” He whispers, reaching into his pocket and holding the gift inside a closed fist. You gasp when he presents you with a silver ring, the facets of the stone glimmering in the dim light of his room.

“My grandmother gave this to me on thanksgiving.. It was hers..” He tells you as he, too, stares down at the small symbol of eternity he’s holding. “She knew... She knew that I was already head over heels for you.. Knew that this day would be coming soon..” He pauses again, licking his lips as he meets your eyes. “It’s yours, if you want it.” He breathes, nearly mimicking your conversation from earlier. ‘I’m yours.’ You let out a quick breath at the sound of his voice in your mind once more. Your lip trembles when you find yourself speechless. “I really mean it.” He repeats, holding the ring up to you with a shaky hand.

“Marry me, Y/N.”

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