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a-world-with0ut-dr34ms · 10 days

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Make Me Beg

Ghost x Reader

Ghost had been curious to see if you could be the one to make him beg for a change, in which to both his pleasure and dismay, you oblige.

NSFW 18+, Shameless Smut, Porn w/ little Plot, Explicit Description, Graphic Language, AFAB Reader, P in V Sex, Teasing, Sexual Tension, Flirting, Slight build-up, A lot of edging, slight Nipple-Play, Tit-Fucking, Handjobs, Kissing, Blowjobs, Fingering, somewhat Touch Starved!Ghost, Dom!Reader (in essence), One Shot, Somewhat proofread

WC: 3.4k~

A/N: I haven't written anything since November. Trying to dust off the old bones. I hope you enjoy~

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"Go on then," Ghost challenged you, this towering mass of man now looming in the doorway to your apartment like an impending shadow. "Make me beg for it."

You scoff, the remaining space between you two growing smaller by the second. You had been joking earlier (and a bit tipsy) when you claimed you could make him beg for you if you tried hard enough; a fast-growing habit, teasing him ever since you learned of his interest in you. To be fair, he'd been rather shy about it. But it seems it only took a few drinks and some jeering from the others tonight for him to finally do something.

He closes the door behind himself, still masked and in his boots, as he saunters towards you, his height and size growing more massive at every lost inch of space. His olive eyes, near black in the muted lights of your living room, seem to be devouring the entirety of your form before him, standing idle with your heart thumping within your throat. The smirk on your face can only hide it so well.

"Make you beg?" You cross your arms and start to lean on your hip rather provocatively. "Why? Do you want to beg for me, Simon?"

Ghost chuckles, his eyes dipping between your lips and collarbone, and noticing how you swallow at the sight, as your skin calls to him like a siren's song. In reality, it wouldn't be a hard thing at all having him beg for you, but did you know that? It's what's got him so curious to find out.

"I want to see if you can make me," he says. "Since you seemed so confident earlier. Or was it just talk?"

The way his voice rolls from his tongue like a husky growl has you near weak in the knees. Making him beg you seemed more daunting at every second, but you always loved a challenge. You lick your lips and step even closer, leaving your body just barely out of reach. You can tell he wants to lean in just from how his head is ducked down at you, eyes having been locked on yours since stepping in. Like a predator in every way, wanting to work for his meal.

“How exactly do I make you beg?” you ask him.

“I can't give you all the ideas,” he teases.

You pout. “And I'm guessing you're not gonna make it easy for me then.”

“Where's the fun in that, love?”

You cross your arms and think, tilting your head to the side and looking him up and down. All the while you felt his body heat radiating before you, his rainy pine-like scent from outside filling your nostrils. He keeps his hands at his sides, however much he wants to let them rest at your hips and pull you in, having you begging him instead.

And then it hits you.

“I know just the thing.”

By the fifteenth-minute mark of Ghost not-so-patiently waiting alone for you to emerge from your restroom, he’d begun wondering what it could be that you were cooking up for him tonight. No doubt, it had something to do with this little idea that had suddenly popped into your head.

“How much longer?” He calls to you from by your dresser, having just started curiously looking at all the little souvenirs stacked there.

More thumping erupts from your side of the door, as though you were hopping about. “Just… give me a few more seconds...”

The bathroom door swings open, sweet scents and perfume pooling out behind you as you slowly step out. Once Ghost has laid his eyes on you, however, all the blood in his body damn near rushes to the lower halves of himself, his skin catching aflame like napalm. He knew you would give him your best shot, but he hadn't expected you to be so prepared.

You'd put on lingerie, a pair you'd been saving for a night special like this. It fits your form more perfectly than Ghost felt he deserved to bear witness to, from the way the lace meshes with the most supple parts of your breast, rising and falling at every breath you make, all the way to how your panties hug your hips, just screaming to be tugged away. How you could have been hiding a body as fine as this from him for so long would be a mystery forever lost in time.

Watching his eyes bounce up and down on your body makes you damn near want to burst into laughter. Maybe this will be easier than you initially thought.

“Was it worth the wait?” you ask.

Ghost slowly steps forward, looming, as his eyes haven't wavered once. “It’s about to be.”

And then you smirk. “Good. Now for the rules.”

Ghost pauses. “Rules?”

“That’s right,” you nod. “Since you want to challenge me. We have rules now.”

Ghost stands there slack-jawed beneath his mask, all the ideas he had running in his mind translating into a less-than-excited glare. The rules couldn't be all too bad, he imagined. And it wasn't like you were turning him away either. So he'll bite.

“A’right, let’s hear ‘em.”

“No touching.”

“Wha’?”

“No touching.”

“What’s so ever?”

“No, no. I get to touch you.” As you speak, letting your words ooze off your lips like honey, you close that last little bit of space you two had, finally letting a single hand rest on his boulderous chest. It's enough to make the man ready to tear your clothes off right then and there. “I get to touch you all I like,” you say. “However I like, for however long I like. But you… no touching. Not unless you beg me. And if you don’t listen, you'll have to beg me to forgive you.”

Ghost gives you a more lustful stare, feeling how your fingers curve over his broad muscles even through his coat. You look up at him, having bit your lips and exhaled ever so dauntingly, silently telling him how much you were about to enjoy yourself with him.

So he can't touch you? Very well then, bring it. Let's see what tricks you had under your sleeve.

“Such a tricky woman you are,” he all but purrs. “Very well then, I’ll play your game.”

“I thought you might.”

Gently, you guide the man back until his large legs had brushed your bed, where he willingly sat before you. Your hands then slowly slide across his body, his eyes not being able to help but take in the fullness of your own. But it wasn't until he'd felt this itching urge to reach out and feel your skin for himself that he began realizing just how difficult this challenge might be. It wouldn't help that his pants were growing uncomfortably tight, just begging for your touch of relief.

You would oblige him, somewhat slowly, however. You get down to your knees and work your way towards undressing him. First removed are his boots, then his coat, his pants, soon to be followed by his shirt. It's at this point you take a small step back to look at your new plaything for the night.

Ghost's body already looks good even in uniform, so seeing this muscular and scarred mass of man before you, all tatted and warm-blooded, felt just as surreal and awe-inducing as it had in your dreams. It didn't make you any less wet seeing him like this either.

“You want the mask on?” he asks you, breaking that little trance you were in. The man already couldn't touch you, he wasn't sure if he could sit through these temptations much longer.

You begin your answer by resting both your hands on his knees, letting yourself lean further in. It almost makes you laugh when you feel the hairs on his thighs begin rising from your touch, his body reacting against this cool demeanor you continued masquerading. “I'll take it off when I feel like it.”

“As you wish,” he teases. “I'm at your full disposal tonight, love. Both mind and body.”

“That you are.” You gently separate the man's legs, leaving before you a massive canyon of muscle leading toward an almost distractingly large bulge. It practically throbs beneath the fabric, already hard and aching for you. The longer your eyes linger there, the longer Ghost feels his breath trapped in his throat. Your sudden smile brings him back to, nonetheless, if rather anxiously so. “Now, be a good boy and keep your hands at your sides. That's something you can manage, yes?”

“Yes, ma'am.”

It's the way he doesn't argue with you, following your command as obediently as he would on the job that has you so excited to get started. You just couldn't wait to finally break that unshakable composure of his; making a play-toy out of him was just the added bonus.

Your hand reaches between his legs, cupping over his cock and taking a hefty but gentle handful, as the entire mass of it all was already too much for a single hand. His breathing comes low and shaky like small huffs from the nose, biting back moans as you slowly pull him free of his trousers, his cock spilling out large and ready. It was taking all of him not to have his eyes already rolling back behind his skull from your touch, and even more so not to lift a finger and join you.

“Goodness gracious,” you say teasingly. “How long have you been hiding this?”

Ghost begins to quip, only to have the words catch in his throat as you let your two fingers trace up his shaft, brushing against the soft, throbbing skin of his cock like feathers. You let your touch teeter between teasing and pleasing him, your index finger playing with his tip and smearing slick across the head of his cock and your thumb. Your other hand soon joins, before gently taking the base and dancing your fingers over him. It makes his entire body shiver, a moan trapping itself in his throat.

Of course, you do everything in your power to try and force those moans out of him; it had been the best part of this. You wanted the sound of his lust-drunk voice to soothe the back of your mind for all your future days to come. But even now, you knew he was holding some part of himself back, if not to challenge you in return.

"Don't be shy now, Si'," you said. "Let me hear you."

"You'll have to make me," he said back. "If you can manage that."

"I'm just warming up, in fact."

You begin jerking him off, only you do it so lightly, with gentle tugs and swipes of your finger, that it wouldn't be enough to finish the job, instead overstimulating the man and sending his body into an impatient frenzy. Despite his continued refusal to let his lips part and moan for you, the low hums he released and the heavy breathing of his chest let you know well enough that it had been taking everything in him not to. And seeing him start to squirm only makes you giggle devilishly.

You go at this inconsistent and playful rhythm for about seven minutes, though for Ghost that had felt equivalent to a half hour of pure sexual torture. And the worst part of all of this had been his hands, balling the sheets within his fists at his sides so as to not reach over and take hold of you.

No touching, you told him. He should have guessed it wouldn't be so easy.

“We'll be ‘ere all night at this rate,” he quips, though his words come out so stifled they're nearly at a whisper.

You giggle in response. “You say that like it's a bad thing.”

“Maybe not for you,” he says. “You're the one having all the fun.”

“Aw, this isn't fun, Si’?”

Ghost gives you the most deadpan look when he speaks, his voice low and filled with hunger. “Fun would be me throwing you on this bed ‘ere behind me and fucking you ‘til the sun rises.”

Ghost leans in now, letting his masked lips get so close to you that you could practically feel his breath in your ear. “You know you like the sound of that,” he growls. “Having me fuck you all night. Just bouncing up and down on my cock while I rail you good and deep. You want that, don't you love?”

You push him back against the bed, giving him a smug look as your grip on his cock grows more firm. Suddenly you've used your other hand to reach behind yourself, letting your bra unclasp and spill to the floor. Your breasts, now naked to him, look so moldable to the touch, the light curving off your skin so mouth-wateringly; Ghost wanted to do more than just touch you at this point. And even beneath a mask, you could tell. You could see it in his doe-like gaze.

“Just say the magic words then,” you smile. “Beg me.”

“What should I say?”

“I can't give you all the ideas.”

Not letting up your teasing, you finally take your hands away from him, your fingers now wet with spit and slick, rubbing over your breasts. Your fingers dance across your nipples before hugging your tits together and squeezing them with a light hum. You then lean forward and let the head of his cock gently press at your nipple, pre-cum webbing between you two as your hands to continue making a mess of yourself.

If he stared at you playing with him any longer, then the aching pain in his groan may just drive him insane. He hadn't cared any longer that your toying had his knuckles near white gripping the sheets, nor that the heat from your body had his toes curling, words barely able to process without coming out in a breathy grunt. He could watch you at his knees playing with him all day, if only this unbridled arousal could finally be released.

A bright idea crosses his mind, and then he closes his eyes. Your actions wouldn't go but the sensations wouldn't be as crazy if he weren't looking into your seductive gaze as you did them. For a few seconds that worked… until he felt something warm and wet engulf him, sucking lightly and making his hips begin to buck.

He opens his eyes and sure enough your mouth had gone over him, but only over the tip, as you let your drooling tongue circle about his cock like ice cream.

Your eyes meet his, and then you take your mouth away, replacing your look with a cheeky smile. You aren't about to let him off the hook so easily.

“I was just checking to make sure you were still awake,” you say.

“Fuckin’ evil, you are,” he grunts through another moan. “Not even a hint?”

“Say please.”

Please? It felt like such a simple thing to say now, though the more he thought about it the more he could feel his pride getting punched. You continuing to let your tits rub against his shaft made for a nice way to mend that pain, however, your breasts doing a better job at jerking him off than any hand he's ever felt before.

“...Please.”

You gasp playfully. “Please what?”

“Please let me touch you,” he said.

“Is that all?”

You never did like to make it simple. Ghost shakes his head and grunts. “‘Tis not all...”

“I'm listening.”

Ghost sits up again, towering over you once more as he looks you in your eyes, skin damn near burning with heat.

“Let me fuck you,” he said. “I wanna make you feel as good as you’re doin’ me now. I want to have your body shaking-- aching for me. I want to hear your voice cryin’ out my name ‘til it gives out and it's nothin’ but gasps and hiccups. Need I say more?”

You sit there motionless for a moment just taking in the words, as Ghost's eyes all but devoured you, waiting feverishly for your reply. You'd been smiling all night, but this had really brought the shine to your lips.

You lift your hand and reach out, until you've clasped the top of his mask, before finally unveiling the blond and facing a hardened and scarred face flushed with lust. The second his mouth was bare you finally let your lips taste his, as you pulled him into a sloppy kiss still slurred by your earlier drinking. A few pecks are left before parting ways, letting your legs straddle him as you nibbled at his bottom lip on the way out. For a moment he had seemed hesitant to kiss you back, if only for two seconds, before his kisses grew so overpowering that you’d almost forgotten who’d initiated this in the first place.

With one final smirk, you say, “OK.” And like a starved beast, he takes hold of you, quickly reversing the roles and placing you onto your back. As he was now towering over you, suddenly you feel as though you might regret all the teasing from earlier.

Ghost takes a moment to himself just to look at you, his eyes slowly traveling up and down your body, and his heart rate increasing. He then lifts a hand and reaches out; you half expected him to touch you in the obvious areas, however, he surprises you when his hand cups your cheek, simply bringing your gaze to his.

“Now,” he lets his thumbs gently caress you. “I was thinking on giving you a taste of your own medicine… at first.” His thumb now glides across your lip as he speaks, slowly trailing down your body, past your collarbone, and then your naval, before finally forcing their way past the seam of your panties, large fingers now teetering at the edge of your clit. He holds himself there, just knowing his hand being only inches from your pussy was already driving you mad, your little lip-bite proving as such.

“You could do that, yes,” you nod.

“I could,” he agreed, his two fingers now curving over your cunt and teasing at your dripping hole, making a soaking mess of his fingers almost immediately. There was nothing more you wanted than for him to bring those fingers over your clit and go to town, yet he kept his hand still, his eyes remaining firmly on yours. “I'd have you beg me now; you wouldn't last a minute I reckon.”

“You want to bet?”

Ghost brings those same wet fingers back to his cock, where he slicks the mess you'd made over his pulsating erection, letting his large, rough thumb swipe at your dripping slit for more lubricant every so often, until his skin was damp with you.

His hands grip your thighs like play-doh as he gives them a light squeeze, pushing your legs back until your knees were at your ears and your cunt was spread bare to him like a juicy, pink desert. He can't keep himself away after witnessing such a maddening sight between your legs, pulling himself closer and letting his cock rest heavily below your navel. The sheer mass of it made the weight against your belly unavoidably heavy, your lower halves throbbing in ways you're sure he'd grown recently familiar with.

“I already told you what I want to do,” he says, while just as casually taking hold of himself and rubbing the tip of his head roughly against your clit, flicking and massaging it teasingly. You've barely any time to let your lip quiver in delightful anticipation before the walls of your pussy are suddenly and slowly penetrated. Ghost has already started a brutally long thrusting in and out of you the second that wet heat cups over his cock, making sure you felt every girthy inch of him on the way in. With a final shaky breath, before he puts his full efforts into making a mess of your body, Ghost brings his lips to your ear, letting his teeth and warm breath tickle and graze at your earlobe, wanting you to hear him clearly as he tells you, “I’m gonna fuck you ‘til my name comes out your mouth like hiccups.”

And he does just that.

Between the sound of his name bubbling out your throat at every deep thrust he made in you, and the harsh smacking of his lower half against yours, giving you that pleasurably rough grind with each impact, you’d been drooling with tears falling down your cheeks by the tenth consecutive minute. All the while, Ghost took advantage of his newfound ability to feel you, his large hands cupping and pawing at your breasts like stress balls, kneading at your flesh, and imprinting the very shape of you into his palms. When he grew bored with one position, he’d only flip you over and let you ride him next, watching you bounce on top and take all of him in like you’d been born to do so.

Your body quivers and shakes above him with pleasure as you feel his hands slide up your torso, taking another handful of your tits. You begin to fold above him, your face burying itself in his chest from the overwhelming sensation another orgasm had brought you.

Now it had been his turn to laugh. “Don’t tire out now, love,” he teases. “There’s still a few more hours ‘til the mornin’.”

(^3^) it's good to be back~

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pupkashi · 9 months

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congrats on 1k followers jess!! I'm so glad I found your blog bc your writing is just amazing! here's to many more milestones!! can I request the prompt “i told you i have a meeting in an hour! get out of the bathroom!” from the champagne list with the silly white haired man aka gojo <333

thank u miya 🫶🏼 !! ilysm <333 i hope you enjoy :3

join the party!

you’re rushing around your apartment, struggling to put on your uniform as you fix your hair a bit.

“satoru have you seen my uniform top?” you shout, eyes landing on the closed restroom door, you knock quickly.

“yes?” he asks, the door only cracking open a bit so you can see a sliver of his face.

“I told you i have a meeting in an hour! get out of the bathroom i still have to brush my teeth and fix my hair and-” satoru closes the door on you.

“hey!” your brows furrowing and your voice going up a higher pitch.

“if i open this door then you’re gonna leave me!” he calls from behind the closed door.

“satoru it’s a meeting with the higher ups” you sigh, glancing at the clock on the wall. you had to leave now if you didn’t wanna be late. “I can’t afford to be late like you can, please” you beg, knocking on the door again.

satoru cracks the door open again.

“i haven’t seen you all week” the small pout on his face is evident even with only an eight of his face showing.

“i know pretty, I’m sorry” your lips turning downwards as he opens the door a bit more, “i won’t take long i swear” you promise, hoping it would encourage him to let you in the restroom.

but as soon as the door swings open and you’re about to step in, satoru is grabbing you, the air around you whooshing violently and the ground beneath your feet turning into the familiar floor of Jujutsu halls.

“what the fuck!” you scold, look at your boyfriend and smoothing you hair down, “satoru i look terrible what’s wrong with you? I’m wearing a stained shirt!” you cry, looking around, thankful no one else is in the hall.

satoru is quick to shield your body with his, peeling his black t shirt off and handing it to you, a smirk on his face as your eyes wander down to his abs.

“thought you were in a hurry?” he teases, you snicker before taking your dirty shirt off and replacing it with his, grumbling as you check your reflection in one of the windows.

“god they’re gonna think I’m so unprofessional, they’re gonna hate me and-” satoru cuts your words off by grabbing you by your waist and pulling you into him.

“you’ll be fine sweetheart, I’ll sweet talk ‘em when you’re through with them” he smiles, you shake your head as soon as the proposition leaves his mouth.

“if anything they’ll hate me even more by association!” your lover pouts at your words, kissing your cheek before letting you go. wishing you good luck as you walk into the room.

the meeting didn’t take long, and satoru was teleporting the two of you home in no time, glad to be back home with your lover.

“don’t ever teleport me away before I’m done getting ready” you say, looking up at your boyfriend, a grin on his face as he nods.

“okay i won’t” he says, already heading back towards the door.

“where are you going?” you ask, brows furrowing as he opens the front door.

“i had a meeting with them like three hours ago” he laughs, waving goodbye with a soft smile, “see you in a bit!”

“satoru gojo!” you scold, but the only response you get is a sing songy ‘love you~!’ as he closes the door behind him.

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rowretro · 2 months

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𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕊𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟

✧tag list✧: @baevsxii

✧warnings: Yandere/toxic themes, kidnapping, death

♡synopsis: Lee Heeseung loved the feeling of falling in love, wanting to kill or die for a girl he knows would stay loyal to him. He got unlucky thrice, the three cheaters now rotting 6 feet underground, post mortem reports manipulated. Then he laid his eyes on her. Y/n. A girl looking for not just love, but commitment, someone she can trust blindly, knowing he'll be there for her. A match made in heaven right? too bad for her, he's a fucking psycho.

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Y/n sat at the café table Criminology book open before her, Laptop just beside, her jaw rested on her palm. A large Matcha bubble tea that was barely halfway finished as she loved to drink expensive drinks like this, slowly. She had been taking notes of what she believes she needs to remember for her exam. 2 hours of revising, and she found herself getting distracted. "Baby I'll be home before you know it, yeah just at work right now" a male said into his phone, hanging up straight after.

Infront of him, another girl too a seat, a sweet smile, looking at him as if he's her world, he leaned into kiss her. Men. so fucking un loyal. Why is it so hard to find a man who could do the bare minimum and not expect something? Was she asking for too much?. the girl heaved a sigh to herself, feeling bad for whoever the unlucky girl was. She got on with typing her notes, not even getting distracted by a rather pretty man who had walked in.

However he was immediately captivated by her beauty. Black hair, a few blonde pale highlights, glossy lips, long lashes, and a very attractive sense in style. One would take a look at her and assume she's some rebellious teenager, only Heeseung saw a girl waiting to be loved, to be held in his safe arms, someone looking for her soulmate. He wants her, he needs her, I mean she's literally made just for him.

Lucky for him, most tables were full, he ordered a drink as he approached her "excuse me... you don't mind me sitting next to you do you?... all the other tables are well... full-" Heeseung said as y/n looked around. There were some empty tables, but she was a bit socially awkward around strangers, not wanting to get on the strangers bad side, she nodded with a soft smile, moving over a little. Heeseung sat beside her, leaving plenty of space. He took out his laptop as he got on with his work. Eventually she went to the restroom, leaving her phone behind with him. Using the little time he had, he bugged her phone and placed it just where it was before.

Since that day, he kept track of all of the people she knew. The girl was walking home one day, looking over her shoulder every few minutes, trying to shake off the feeling that someone was following her. It was late at night, she lives alone, the last thing she needs is to lure a demon into her safe space. So she decided to make sure of that, assuming that singing and vibing to the music she was listening to as she skipped home would de-attract any potential stalkers.

Heeseung found it cute seeing how she was really getting into her music. See to him, he assumed she was acting as if she was in a music video, just because she thought no one was around. She's just so fucking cute in his eyes. So fucking cute. Especially when she's begging and crying, her little brain trying it's best to process what was going on.

Heeseung made a little pouty face as he bent down to her level. He just kidnapped her, the girl now tied up in his basement, her mascara-tear stained face in his view. He wiped away her tears as he planted a soft kiss on her lips. "Oh don't cry pretty baby... I'm only here to protect you... I love you y/n and I know you will love me. but for that you need to stay at home with me." He explained.

5 days had passed since then. Y/n was stick in this ginormous palace-like mansion. Stunning, intricate designs in the walls, golden patterns in the roof, an elegant, dazzling chandelier in the centre of the room. Heeseung was too sweet, he's everything she needs but dangerous. He's fucking perfect, but a sick psycho. Y/n feels herself falling for him, yet she fears him.

Heeseung smiles when he sees y/n, her eyes scanning the window with a pout. There was a little bunny in the garden and y/n wanted to play with it, but now that bunny was no more, either it's been hunted down or it found a better place to graze. "Sweetheart... come here I have something for you" Heeseung called out as y/n silently walked over to him. The man slipped the opaque sheet off of a pretty big square-shaped item.

The item was a fairly big bunny cage, with 2 little fluffy bunnies, one white and one had brown spots. Y/n audibly gasped as she squealed "So so cute!!!!" she said smiling, the girl hugged him tightly as Heeseung smiled, hugging her back, kissing her forehead as she blushed at his acts. He's the one. Others may call her crazy for falling for a kidnapper... but how could she not? in a world full of whores and cheaters, this man seems so... human.

"c'mere bunny~" y/n cooed softly as the small white bunny that was at Heeseung's foot. She stroked the spotty one, playing with his ears. "I'm going to call you.... Rocky!... then I'll call her Reena, because Rocky and Reena are a couple!" she said with a smile. Heeseung snickerred finding her so sweet, her love for animals being so intriguing to him.

Y/n rested upon Heeseung's chest. He had killed quite a few men on the streets today, but you found it romantic, he killed those perverted catcallers just for you. "Baby... I want a pet baby pig" y/n pouted as Heeseung snickerred "I think that's impossible sweetie, we can visit a petting zoo, but I doubt they'd like us since we did eat pork today..." He pointed out as y/n giggled, her eyes meeting his. They kissed, the sickeningly sweet, addictive taste of his saliva filling her mouth. Never has she ever felt so loved before...

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Rocky and Reena were my bunnies, but they passed along w their 3 babies, only Suzi survived of the 4 babies they had</3 my poor bbys

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hyqerfixation · 11 months

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WAITER SAT AT THE TABLE

-art by ringorenji88 on twitter.

OKKK YAKUZA PILLARS WE LOVE..

Kny boys Drabble NOT FINISHED..

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"oh shit for real? The pillars are here!? " the pianist asked in shock

"yeah u can see them in the vip seating on the other side of the casino"

"oh for fuck sakes, another fight is probably gonna happen some time soon. "

"you bet"

After hearing the two colleagues gossip Y/n placed her old hairbrush back into her bag.

“What the fuck are pillars?” Y/n thought.

The strip club was definitely something,a popular angle wing in the outskirts of the city of japan

But how could she describe this club?

Utter shit

Female hookers only had a little bit to get ready for their customers, and the bartenders had even less time to change into their uniforms and set the stools down before the casino gets ready

Too add on, the club didn't have a wonderful dressing room for performers to get "all dolled up," as many owners put it, so she dressed up in the ladies employees restroom as long with her female colleagues.

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"HELP Y/N I CANT ZIP MY DRESS UP AND I HAVE TO GO OUT ANY MINUTE!"

"ume calm down jesus fucking crist, Turn around ill do the zip."

Y/N zipped up the performers outfit, which was way more flashier then her skutty uniform.

"daki ur late ur supposed to be on stage letter A right now!"

Another performer exclaimed, rushing daki out of the females room.

"OKAY OKAY I'M COMING ALRIGHT" daki turned around to y/n who was also supposed to be out on her shift right now.

"LET'S MEET UP LATER MM K?"

Y/N sighed lightly while giving a suttle smile

"sure" y/n replied on her way to follow daki to the exit.

Y/n exited the bathroom, leaving her aftershow clothes in on the bathroom sink as long as her bag, and began shifting her fingerless gloves.

“I should’ve pretended to sick today smh” she thought.

"hey y/n! What's up w being late all the time. We could've had a smoke break together."

"i would of been here five minutes ago but I was helping your sister "

Y/ns workmate, also known to be gyutaro rolled his eyes as he gave y/n her note pad and biro pen.

"whatever dude, but come tell me when your on your next break so we can go smoke mm k?"gyutaro said

Y/N waved him goodbye as she slowly walked away.

"we could've talked longer if u came on the right fucking time."

"mm k!" y/n mimicked, taking notes how the siblings act like each other.

Y/N walked out of the bar counter and pushed a stool aside her to continue on to taking orders.

Yet while she looked around she noticed all her work mates avoided the back left,also known as the more "mightier side". Was there someone big there? But if it was someone famous there wouldn't everyone be offering to take their order?

It didn't make sense.

Y/N walked towards to back without a ponder. There wasn't anyone to take the people's orders since the waiters scurried to take their orders, as if they were avoiding a certain table.

'whatever this is; i need that bag, so I guess I'm just going to have to deal with whatever hits me.' y/n thought.

High heels clanked on the ground while y/n search for a table to assist, only for-

"y/n! Y/n!"

She turned around.

"sasumaru? What's up with you?"

Sasumaru was one of y/ns closet friends at the casino, besides the siblings. She wanted to be a volley ball player but failed at everything ever since she was put under house arrest.

"I'm begging you to do that vip table! All of us are to scared to do it!"

"Well why, its not like they are gonna try to kill u for getting their order wrong."

Sasumaru laughed sarcastically

"they tried to kill yahaba because he asked if they wanted ice in their drink!" sasumaru exclaimed, rocking y/n back and fourth by the collar.

"whatever, I'll do it" y/n dead panned

"Are u so sure after hearing what I just told u!" sasumaru panicked even more

"yes it's fine I'll just do what they say, no questions, no ice."

Sasumaru stopped and starred at y/n

"Now will you let me go?" y/n asked.

"AAAAA UR SO COOL Y/N!!! SO BRAVE TOO, JUST LIKE ME"

Y/N pulled sasumaru off her and continued to walk to the vip room

'if u were brave like me, u would be walking to the vip lounge' y/n giggled to her self.

"hey babe what's ur number?"

"look at the fat in her back!"

"I would smack that"

Y/N grumbled to her self about these comments, much to her dismay shes pretty much used to the cat calling here. The manager doesn't really give a shit about the treatment his female employees get here.

'tch, whatever. Fucking saddos'

Y/N walked to the vip table, no in closer inspection she saw a group of men.

Rich men.

Rich and powerful men.

How could y/n tell they were powerful? Doesn't the silent tables of men around them tell you enough? What about the employees refusing to serve any where over here? Is that enough?.

"what could I get for you guys" y/n asked carefully, remembering what happend to yahaba.

"finally someone flashy to help us order!" one of the men said. His hair silver white with magenta eyes that popped. Jewellery coated his body with a expensive tuxedo.

"can I please just have some water? I hope that's okay." the other man said, he was way more bigger then the others and had a red beaded necklace on, his eyes were-wait, is he blind?

"CAN I PLEASE HAVE SOME HOT WINGS" a booming voice asked, his eyes were orange and red, matching with his hair.

"shut the fuck up Kyojuro. I want a sex on the beach cocktail" another white haired male asked, his appearance way more scary then the others with his scars that show from his face to where the tuxedo is undone to show more scars.

"I want the same as sanemi!" the male from the start exclaimed again.

Y/N noted all of these

"anything else?"

"how about you darling?" the flashy man asked. y/n internally screamed inside.

"can uzui shut his mouth for ten seconds" the man known as uzui smacked the scar face beside him while the others laughed.

Y/N walked away when they finished their order.

Okay! Maybe they are a little bit imtimidating.

Yeah, especially when she realised she saw them on the news for murder half way through their order.

But it's fine. It won't bother her THAT badly. Would it?.

"what's up with you? You are all shaken up."

"I just realised I was taking the fucking pillars orders"

"Are you fucking stupid? Everyone knew that's why they stayed closer to the entrance."

Y/N clicked her tounge, she knew that she was stupid but she Just wanted some more money! Cut her some slack!

"I did hear the pianist talk about it outside of getting changed. I didn't really deep much into it though."

Gyutaro placed the drinks on a round black tray along with some hot wings.

"I mean it's your problem now, and to be honest if they didn't like you, you would have been dead by now."

Y/N awkwardly smiled, knowing shes fucked.

"yeah yeah whatever."

She grabbed the tray and started to walk back towards the mobsters

I mean are they really mobsters? even though how imtimidating they were, they somewhat respected you.

They respected you way more then other people you are close with.

"look at her body."

"she's hot."

"yo guys should I ask for her number?"

At this point y/n couldn't even hear the things that were said about her. She was too focused about the men on the Vip table. Is she scared? Incredibly. Is she going to act like nothings bothered her about them? Yes. She is.

The platform heels platters the floor, alarming the men on the table.

"I see your back so soon"

The bling guy said, clasping his hands together.

"took her time didn't she." the scarface complained, tapping his finger on the table.

"don't be so rude sanemi."

" and how the fuck am I being rude?!?"

Y/N placed their drinks down, ignoring how her body's shaking from the pillars infront of her.

"so lady! How long have you been working here?"

Y/N paused at what she was doing and looked up to the fire head who just asked her a question.

"just under a year."

Kyojuro nodded and smiled

"that's nice, you look so young though how old are you?"

Sanemi who sat on the edge of the table hanged his leg out

"I bet not a day over 19"

Y/N chuckled lowly, letting her guard down

"I'm 23"

Uzui spat his drink out

"HUH"

Gyomei smiled towards y/n, he felt comfortable around her arua.

He couldnt explain it, she just seems nice to hang around with.

Y/N chuckled again

"do I really look that young? -"

"NO WAY UR MY AGE"

Uzui shouted light heartily, maybe he could have a 4th wife.

"how about she sits down with us? Since u guys are obsessing over her like bitchy dogs."

Sanemi complained, true they were acting like dogs, but he would be lying if he didn't want to talk to y/n too.

"that's not a bad idea!" Rengoku exclaimed while tengen patterned on the the sofa like chair in between him and Kyojuro.

"how about you sit here precious?"

Y/Ns face paled, does she have a choice? I mean she doesn't mind sitting between them she's just worried her boss would think she's slacking off again.

"don't force her, remember she has a job to do." gyomei said to the two, for sanemi to agree

"I'll pay her to sit with me, her job is to get money from customers right? Come sit down with us darling."

Uzui said, while rengoku took a few papers out of his wallet.

"It's fine if you don't want to! We will still pay for our drinks." Rengoku re assured y/n.

Y/N smiled softly, forgetting her worries about any of them.

"cmon girl they will be asking all night if u don't say anything." sanemi grumbled, embarrassed of the two weirdos on the table with him.

"sure.but not for to long"

"BETTER THEN NOTHING!" Rengoku shouted, for uzui to nudge sanemi to move for y/n to get in.

Sanemi stood up and put his hand on her shoulder.

"come on uzui we don't have all day."

"Sorry my fatass Is making it harder to get out, I know you can't relate sanemi" uzui chuckled to make sanemi embarrassed. Y/n chuckled lowly, just to embarrass him more.

"whatever, in you get girl"

Y/N nudged over to Kyojuro, only to smile at each other while ignoring gyomei telling uzui to not body shame anyone.

"It's not my fault he fails at squats" uzui said nudging over to sit next to y/n

Which made her sandwiched between two physco extroverts who wears expensive tuxedos

Nothing else could get worse then it already is.

"so pretty face, what's your name?" sanemi asked, fed up of the name calling.

"I bet her name is really cool!"

"I bet its something snazzy"

Gyomei took a sip of his water and looked over to y/n

"whatever her name is, it would be beautiful."

Y/N was going to answer sanemis question once she had some of uzuis drink, that he offered her.

"my name is -"

"Y/N."

#demon slayer #yandere kimetsu no yaiba #anime #kny x reader #kny yakuza au #thank you dear anon #aesthetic #art #gaming #writing #rengoku x reader #sanemi x reader #uzui x reader #gyomei x y/n #kny x y/n #hashiras #upper moons #gyutaro and daki

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mikachacha · 7 months

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𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝙲𝚊𝚛 (𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

Synopsis: You met Bada when she recently broke off with Howl. You were there for her, you built her up and now, she's left you picking up the remaining pieces of your heart after you mader her's whole again.

Warnings: cheating, language and this one will be heavy 🥹🫶

(A/N: This idea is inspired from Taylor Swift's song, Getaway Car. Yeah I'm a huge swiftie if you can't tell already 😫 and the idea is further fueled by @nimixie who gave me the idea of cheating Bada so thank u so muchhhh)

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"Bada, just.. Just tell me the truth! I'm tired of you lying straight to my face. Just please, just this once.. Are you dating Howl again?" you asked Bada after she came home from a supposedly class but a friend of yours spotted Bada, going on a date with Howl and even snapped a pic of the two kissing.

"Y/N that's not true.. Howl and I are just friends.." Bada lied once more and you couldn't stop your tears from falling as you handed your phone to her, showing her the pictures of them kissing just earlier. Bada's eyes widened as she looked at the pictures and tried to apologize, promising that it meant nothing but you're done.

"Save it, Bada. I'm just a getaway car for you, aren't I? Just someone you can use to forget all the pain you're feeling and once you're okay again, you'll discard me as if I meant nothing. You never really loved me in the first place, you just needed me." you looked at her, heart aching from the betrayal. You loved her truly but you were just nothing to her.

You packed your belongings and left, Bada didn't even tried to stop you, she just let you be. She just let you pick up the broken pieces of your heart after you made her's whole again.

A few weeks has gone by and you're trying your best to be okay again but it was a hard thing to do, especially when news of Bada and Howl being a couple again is the hottest talk of town. She didn't even bothered hiding the fact that they're back together but when she was with you, she kept you like a secret. She would introduce you to people as her best friend, wouldn't hold your hand in public and would often just keep you at home.

"Y/N.." you heard a familiar voice call you when you were at the restroom of the bar that you're currently hanging out at, that made your heart ache and tears well up in your eyes. It's Bada.

"Bada, don't. Just don't.. I'm trying to live my life in peace, let me have that." you told her without looking at her. You know you'd break down, beg her to be with you and you know too well that's exactly what she wants to happen but you're not giving her that satisfaction, not again.

"Look, I just want to say sorry for everything.. Believe it or not, I did love you. I loved you.." she spoke and your sadness was replaced by anger when she said those words.

"Loved me? Bada, you don't have to fool me or yourself anymore. You and I both know that you never did! You just needed me to make you feel loved, to fill the void that Howl left when you two broke up.. I'm just a seat warmer for him just in case he comes back or you found someone better. You know what, fuck you and fuck all of your lies! Don't ever talk to me again and leave me the fuck alone!" you bursted out and ran out of the rest room and out of the bar, crying inside your car because you couldn't deny that you still love her. You loved her even more than yourself but all you got from her was betrayal.

#bada lee #bada lee x reader #swf2 x reader #swf2

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mariasont · 29 days

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Our Minds Entwined-----------------------

ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4, ch 5, ch 6, ch 7, ch 8, ch 9, ch 10

MDNI----------------------------------------------------------------

pairings: aaron hotchner x oc x spencer reid

summary: in which jason gideon's daughter joins the fbi as the newest, brightest member

warnings: implied smut, evelyn annoying the fuck out of hotch pt 2

Chapter Nine:

The morning light filtered in Evelyn's bedroom, casting a lazy glow across the room as Spencer's kiss melted into Evelyn's lips. She stretched languidly across the bed, the soft fabric of her lounge set--a cozy ensemble chosen for the day's travels--wrinkling beneath her. The scent of mint lingered in the air, a fresh reminder of her morning routine now complete. Spencer stood, the sheets sifting, his departure slow and reluctant.

"You're not leaving me already, are you?" Evelyn's words were a playful whimper, her eyelids fluttering open to reveal a hint of feigned distress. Her hand lazily patted the empty space beside her as if to say there was no good reason for him to get up just yet.

"I'm going to engage in a necessary biological process commonly referred to as 'using the restroom'," Spencer said, the corners of his mouth lifting in a smile. "You're very needy in the morning,"

"'M not," Evelyn protested with a drawn-out whine, but she puckered her lips in a pout that begged contradiction, her hands pulling on his sleeve. "Round two?"

Spencer's laughter was a soft rumble, his lips grazing the delicate spot beneath her chin, causing a ripple of giggles to escape her. "Tempting as it is, I should get out of here before Hotch shows up. I'm not sure 'we were just analyzing sleep patterns' would fly as an excuse."

"Yeah, I doubt he'd buy that."

As the bathroom door closed behind Spencer, Evelyn sank back into the pillows. Casual was a term she had never associated with sex before--yet here she was in a no-strings attached arrangement. The simplicity of it all was good and so was the sex--god the sex was good. Evelyn never knew it was possible to want to have it all the time, yet here she was feeling like she could jump his bones at every minute of the day.

Spencer re-entered the room, his eyes sweeping over the space with an inquisitive glint. The room was a reflection of Evelyn herself--unapologetically girly, with walls adorned with soft pastel shades and shelves lined with an array of romance novels. He paused at the collection, an eyebrow raised in amusement.

Evelyn shot him a look, her arms crossing defensively. "Listen, not everyone finds the dictionary to be a page-turner."

"I didn't say anything," Spencer replied, his hands raised in surrender, the ghost of a smirk on his face.

"You didn't have to," Evelyn retorted, "I could hear you thinking it."

Spencer's fingers grazed the spine of particularly worn novel. "May I?"

"Hands off, pretty boy!" Evelyn's protest was cut short as she bounded from the bed, trying to intercept Spencer's reach for the book.

Spencer's chuckles echoed in the room, the book just out of Evelyn's reach as she hopped in vain. With a quick, fluid motion, he captured her wrists with one hand, and with a gentle firmness, her pressed her against the wall. She stood on her tiptoes, the top of her head barely reaching his chin.

"Spencer Reid, if you don't put that book down this instant, I'll--" Evelyn demanded.

"Patience," he replied, the pages flipping rapidly under his gaze. "I'm conducting research."

"Research, huh? In that case let me assist," she trailed off, her hands catching the hem of his shirt, coaxing him back to the bed.

With a laugh, Spencer closed the book. "Evelyn, Hotch will be here any minute. Are you even packed?"

"Of course, I am," she replied, "I'm just gonna miss our nights together while I'm gone, Dr. Reid."

"I'll miss you too," Reid admitted. "Did you know that the heart doesn't actually 'miss' in a literal sense? It's a brain colloquialism for the activation of the brain's reward system, particularly the anterior cingulate cortex and insula, which respond to emotional stimuli..."

Spencer's lecture on the heart was cut short by a sudden, firm knock on the door. Evelyn's eyes widened as she darted a glance through the window, spotting the familiar black SUV outside.

"It's Hotch," she hissed, a note of urgency in her voice. "Please tell me you parked in the garage."

"I did," Spencer assured her, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Okay you stay here," Evelyn directed, her gaze flickering from Spencer to the door as she snatched up her suitcase. "Make sure you wait until we're gone to leave, mkay?"

"Yes, ma'am," Spencer replied, a soft chuckle in his voice, punctuating his words with a gentle tap on her ass as she made her way out.

Evelyn moved to the door with a fluid grace, pulling it open to find Hotch in an uncharacteristically casual stance. He was dressed down for the flight in a soft, gray henley that accentuated his build, paired with jeans that were a far cry from his usual suits. She found the sight disarmingly attractive. Hotch, in turn, was struck by how Evelyn's casual outfit clung just right, only seeming to enhance her natural elegance.

"Morning, sunshine," she chimed, her smile sharp and gleaming as she tore her gaze from his body.

Hotch's gaze fell to the overstuffed suitcase at her feet, one brow arching higher than the other. "Planning to move in, or is that all for three days?"

"Oh, Hotch, you wouldn't last a day with me as a roommate. I'm a handful and then some," Evelyn teased. "And this," she gestured to herself, "takes a suitcase full of effort. It's not sorcery, but it's close."

Hotch watched her with a measured gaze, finding himself momentarily lost in thought. Inwardly, he doubted the necessity of her suitcase's contents. She hardly needed meticulous preparation to look the way she did. It was a thought, he chastised himself for having, he was her boss, and such considerations were definitely beyond the scope of the role.

Evelyn made a move for the suitcase, but Hotch was already one step ahead, effortlessly hoisting the luggage before she could. Side by side, they walked to the car, their footsteps in quiet accord. With a swift motion, Hotch stowed the luggage in the car, and they both climbed into the car.

Evelyn settled in and her gaze fell to a coffee cup awaiting her. "Hotch, is that for me?"

Hotch started the engine, feigning indifference. "Let's just say I prefer my mornings peaceful, and a caffeine-deprived Evelyn is anything but."

She grinned, noting the vanilla scent wafting from the cup. "And you got my favorite?"

"I make it a point to remember the important details--unlike like someone."

"You know, I had a feeling you'd bring that up," Evelyn said with a roll of her eyes. "A girl's entitled to one coffee mishap, isn't she?"

The early morning drive to the airport was a quiet affair, punctuated only by the soft hum of the engine and the occasional melody that Evelyn couldn't resist singing along to. It seemed that every song on the radio was her 'favorite,' and she serenaded Hotch with a gusto that was inversely proportional to her musical accuracy. Hotch's expression might have read as mildly pained, but in truth, he found her off-key notes unexpectedly charming.

Evelyn navigated the narrow plane aisle with a practiced grace, sliding into the middle seat. On the window side, Hotch had already claimed his spot, his gaze fixed on the world outside. The aisle seat remained vacant but not for long. A man, older and with a certain disheveled charm that bordered on sleazy, soon occupied it.

His suit was a tad too shiny, the kind that tried too hard to impress, and his hair was slicked back in way that seemed to defy both age and gravity. Evelyn, ever the person she was, didn't seem to mind as she offered him a polite smile, the kind that was courteous yet distant. The man returned the gesture, revealing a gold tooth that glinted in the cabin light.

"Well, isn't this cozy?" the man started, "I must say, you make our cramped quarters seem rather pleasant."

Evelyn flashed a polite smile. "That's very kind."

Hotch sat quietly, his gaze fixed on the exchanged with an intensity that betrayed his calm exterior. His protective instincts were fully engaged, a subtle tension visible only in the slight clench in his jaw. He watched as Evelyn navigated half the flight with her usual poise, responding to the main's veiled advances with nothing more than polite nods and neutral smiles.

Oblivious to any underlying intentions, she carried on with an air of kindness, her attention occasionally drifting to the window. Hotch, ever watchful, noted the subtle cues--the way the main leaned in, the too-warm chuckles, the searching glances. Yet, Evelyn seemed unaware.

"Your choice of material is quite... enlightening," the man remarked, his knee brushing against Evelyn's for the umpteenth time.

"Oh this?" Evelyn remarked casually, holding up the romance book. "Just a little light reading for the flight."

The man chuckled, his tone dripping with innuendo. "Careful, those can set quite the mood. Might be more than you bargained for."

Confusion flickered across Evelyn's features, failing to grasp the full intent behind the man's comment. Hotch, however, was all too aware, his patience wearing thin with each 'accidental' contact between the man's knee and Evelyn's.

In a moment of quiet resolve, he leaned towards her, his voice a soft murmur meant only for her ears. "You said you prefer the window seat, correct?"

Evelyn's eyes widened, the corners of her mouth curving into a smile of genuine surprise. "Are you offering it to me?"

He confirmed with a simple nod, his eyes holding hers with a gentle firmness.

She lowered her voice, a playful smile dancing on her lips. "You're just full of surprises today, aren't you? I better start taking notes; the team's never going to believe this."

Evelyn stood up, her movements betraying a slight reluctance as she moved to switch seats. Meanwhile, Hotch stood from his seat, his stature filling up the limited space between them. As Evelyn edged by, the proximity caught her off guard, sending a surge of warmth through her, her heartbeat thundering in her ears.

"Oh, sorry," she breathed out, barely audible, as a wave of crimson flooded her cheeks, her mind chastising her for the clumsy encounter.

Hotch offered a silent nod, his own heartbeat imperceptibly faster.

Time stretched on and as the drone of the engines filled the cabin, Evelyn rose yet again, her movements fluid yet mindful in the confined space. The narrow space forced Evelyn to turn her back as she edged by, her focus solely on the beckoning call of the restroom. Hotch, his composure momentarily slipping, masked his distraction with a cough that sounded almost strained against the quiet chatter.

Hotch was a man of control, yet as Evelyn moved past him, her presence was undeniable and quite literally right at eye level just like her ass. The fabric of her attire accentuating her every move, leaving an imprint on his watchful eyes that lingered longer than necessary. Hotch's gaze followed her every move, tracking her discreetly until she merged with the aisle.

The man beside Hotch, leaned in closer than necessary. "Quite the view, huh?" he commented in a hushed tone, a sleazy grin spreading across his features.

Hotch's expression hardened, his jaw setting a firm line. Facing the man, his eyes were steely, his voice a low rumble of warning, "I'd suggest you keep your observations to yourself. It's a long flight, and I'd hate for it to become any longer for you."

The remainder of the flight passed without incident, the earlier tension dissolving into the cabin's recycled air. Evelyn, none the wiser to the exchange between Hotch and the man, mused to herself about the sudden peace.

As they disembarked in Miami, Evelyn and Hotch were greeted by the warm air that wrapped around them like a welcoming shawl. The hotel loomed around them, a sprawling resort nestled amidst lush gardens and shimmering waters.

"Hotch, look at this place! I think the Bureau's expense department got their wires crossed," Evelyn gushed as they entered the lobby, where her attention was swiftly stolen by the sight of the pool through the floor-to-ceiling windows. "I half expect to see a celebrity or two lounging by that pool. Speaking of which, how strict do you think they are about conference attendees taking a 'research break' in the water? Asking for a friend, of course."

"Evelyn," he began, "what you do in your free time is at your discretion. However," he continued, his gaze locking onto hers, "we have a dinner engagement this evening with some key figures from the conference. It's an informal setting, but impressions matter. I trust you'll bring your usual insight and professionalism to the table."

"Professionalism? Oh, you've got it, boss man. I'll be the picture of professionalism--so much so, they might just mistake me for you," she teased, her grin suggesting she was only half-joking. "As long as you keep me on the guest list for these conferences."

Hotch's gaze lingered on Evelyn for a moment, a silent warning conveyed in the briefest of looks. "I need to meet with some representatives from the BSU," he said, "Here's your room key," he added, handing her a small envelope with a practiced hand. "Remember, 'be good' isn't just a suggestion, it's an expectation."

"Oh, Hotch, when have I ever been anything but good?" Evelyn asked, batting her lashes with an exaggerated innocence.

Hotch offered nothing but a deadpan look in response to Evelyn's words, the unamused mask firmly in place as he turned and walked away with measured steps.

Evelyn's delight was unmistakable as she made it to her room. The space was more than nice--it felt luxurious. From the plush bed to the breathtaking view that beckoned from the window. But the room couldn't contain her restless energy for long. She swiftly changed into a comfortable pair of jeans and tank top.

Evelyn's casual stroll through the hotel brought her to a halt outside a bustling conference room where Hotch stood, surrounded by a circle of professionals. One woman in particular caught her eye--a vibrant figure with a small tattoo adorning her exposed shoulder, her proximity to Hotch just shy of intimate. Her laughter rang out, a decibel too high, piercing the hum of conversation. The sound seemed to echo in Evelyn's ears, stirring an unfamiliar jealously as she watched, a sense of possessiveness she hadn't anticipated washing over her.

"What am I doing?" Evelyn questioned herself, a frown marring her usually carefree expression. She shook her head, trying to scatter the unexpected feeling that clouded her thoughts. She was already with one coworker. With one last look at Hotch and the woman, she turned, her footsteps echoing through the hall.

The evening had settled over the resort, casting a soft glow of the evening lights. In her room, Evelyn stood before the mirror, draped in a black dress that embraced her form with an almost immoral familiarity. The neckline offered a glimpse of the swell of her breasts that made her second-guess the appropriateness for dinner. She pondered if the dress crossed the line from chic to scandalous, especially since Hotch had left the dress code to her imagination.

As she reached for her lipstick, a knock at the door interrupted her thoughts.

Opening the door, she was greeted by the sight of Hotch. His dark suit was crisp, the lines clean and authoritative, setting off the steely look in his eyes. For a fleeting second, Evelyn found herself at a loss for words, her usual quick-witted banter deserting her. She marveled at the sharpness of his jawline, the intensity of his gaze.

She blinked, a rush of warmth flooding her cheeks as she took a moment to appreciate the man before her. Regaining her composure, she greeted him. "Well, if it isn't Agent Hotchner, looking sharp enough to cut through red tape."

His eyes softened as his gaze dragged up her figure. It was rare when words, typically his steadfast ally, seemed insufficient. Clearing his throat, he allowed a genuine smile to touch his lips. "Evelyn, you look beautiful."

The unexpected warmth in Hotch's voice sent a flutter through Evelyn's stomach. A blush crept up her cheeks as she stammered. "Oh--uh, thank you, hotch," she managed, her voice a notch higher than usual. She stepped aside, gesturing him in. "Just give me one sec, I need to... uh, apply my lipstick," she said, her hands fumbling for the cosmetic.

As Evelyn carefully twisted the tube of lipstick, she began to speak. "So, who exactly is going to be at this dinner...?" She trailed off, focusing on the precision of the crimson shade as it glided over her lips, forming an 'o' shape. "And the seating arrangements, I hope they're not too formal. It's always so awkward to make conversation when--"

Hotch found himself unexpectedly transfixed, leaning casually against the doorframe yet entirely absorbed by the scene before him. Evelyn's lips, parting and pressing as she spoke, were all he could see. She was speaking--something about the dinner, the guests--but the words seemed to drift away. All of it was drowned out by the delicate precision with which she painted her lips, the occasional catch of her teeth against the plush red, the way he could imagine those same lips wrapped around his cock. The mundane task, one he had never given much thought to before, suddenly seemed the most fascinating thing in the world.

Evelyn caught the distant look in Hotch's eyes and paused, her lipstick hovering mid-air. "Hotch?" she probed, a note of curiosity in her voice.

He snapped back to the present with a slight start. "Huh? Oh, yeah, sounds great," he mumbled, almost as if on autopilot.

Evelyn eyed him quizzically for a moment but then shrugged it off with a smile. "Well, I'm all set," she said, slipping her lipstick into her purse. "Shall we?"

The restaurant was a cocoon of warmth and subtle elegance, its walls adorned with tasteful art and tables set with crystal and fine china that caught the glimmers of the chandeliers overhead. As Evelyn and Hotch made their way through the hushed conversations and the soft clinking of cutlery, she felt a flutter of anticipation mixed with the slightest edge of nerves.

As Evelyn neared the table, a sharp pang of recognition coursed through her--the woman from before was there. The woman who had flirted with Hotch, her casual elegance now a sharp thorn in Evelyn's side. The closer they got to the table, the more Evelyn felt the bitter vine of jealously winding its way up, tightening around her voice. It made it all worse as she realized the same woman that was flirting with hotch was the infamous Lillian Lewis, best-selling author and behavioral analyst. She was a legend in their work.

Hotch, ever composed, acknowledged the table with a subtle nod. "Professor, gentlemen," he began, "this is Special Agent Evelyn Gideon."

The men at the table, both influential benefactors of the BAU, received her with a warmth that melted away some of her stiffness. "Agent Gideon, a pleasure," the man, Thomas Weller, remarked, his handshake warm and reassuring.

Dr. Reeves greeted her with a thoughtful nod and a smile. "Welcome, Evelyn. It's always good to see new faces in the field."

Evelyn mirrored their greetings, her smile unfurling effortlessly, softening the formality of the moment. Her voice turned to one of admiration as she tried to push aside the knot of discomfort in her stomach. Despite her confusing feelings to Hotch, game recognizes game. And Professor Lewis was one of the best.

"Professor Lewis, it's an honor. Your work on micro expressions has been a game-changer in high-stakes negotiations."

Professor Lewis gave a curt nod, her 'Thank you' slicing through the air, sharp and devoid of the earlier warmth. Her eyes, a steely grey, seemed to appraise Evelyn with a scholar's critical gaze, flickering over her with an air of polite disinterest.

As they took their places at the table, Hotch smoothly slid Evelyn's chair out for her. As she eased into it, she shot him a teasing smile. "Such attentiveness, Agent Hotchner. I wasn't kidding about taking notes, the team will need a full briefing when we get back."

Hotch leaned in, his breath a whisper against her ear. "Remember how I said being good wasn't a suggestion?"

The warmth of his breath left her momentarily dazed, a tingling sensation lingering where his words had landed. She shrugged softly at his words, shooting him a quick wink.

As the dinner conversation ebbed and flowed around them, Dr. Reeves leaned forward, drawn by the familiar ring of her last name. "So, your father is Jason Gideon?"

Evelyn affirmed with a modest tilt of her head. "The one and only."

With a scrutinizing look, Professor Lewis cut into the conversation, injecting dryly. "Must've been nice having that as your golden ticket."

The comment hung in the air, and Evelyn felt a momentary discomfort. She recovered quickly, though, with a light-hearted retort. "Well, it certainly wasn't a Wonka bar, but it did come with its own set challenges," she said, hoping to deflect the tension with humor.

Without missing a beat, Hotch offered a measured nod in Evelyn's direction. "Evelyn has earned her place on the team. Her record stands on its own."

Evelyn managed to navigate the rest of the dinner with grace, her laughter blending seamlessly into the restaurant's hum. It was easy for her to charm the benefactors just like Hotch assumed she would: the way she remembered personal details, the easy way she joked about the appetizers, or how she gracefully deflected any praise to her team, specifically her unit chief.

As the clinking of glasses subsided, Mr. Weller nudged Hotch with a knowing look. "The bureau's lucky to have someone like her," before shooting a wink to Evelyn, he added, "And hey, if you ever get tired of this guy, give me a ring, huh?"

As they prepared to leave, Hotch's hand found its way to the small of Evelyn's back, guiding her through the crowd. The warmth of touch sparked a cascade of tingles down her spine, and she couldn't help but press back against his palm, a subtle gesture not lost on the observant eyes of the professor.

"Did you hear that, Hotchner?" Evelyn teased as she pressed closer to him. "The bureau is lucky to have me."

Hotch's fingers gave a gentle squeeze on her back, his voice low and teasing. "I knew that would go to your head."

The hotel's quiet corridors echoed with the soft tread of their steps as Hotch accompanied Evelyn to her door. The distant hum of the air conditioning lent a subtle rhythm, while the floorboards yielded a soft protest against their weight.

Evelyn paused at her door, her palm grazing the cool metal of the doorknob. Her gaze flickered up to Hotch. "Guess I'm not high on Professor Blake's list, huh?"

A smile of quiet assurance played on Hotch's lips, his gaze steady. "I wouldn't quite put it that way," he murmured, his voice low. "That's just her way."

Evelyn exhaled a breath tinged with mock amusement, her gaze honing in with accusation. "Well, she sure seemed to have a different way with you earlier," she insinuated, her words just loud enough for him to catch.

"What was that?" Hotch asked, an eyebrow raised in silent invitation for her to elaborate.

"Nothing," Evelyn retorted with a swift dismissal.

Hotch shook his head, a silent chuckle in his throat.

He lingered, his eyes savoring her--the contours of her face, the curve of her beck, the line of her shoulders. Hotch found himself captivated, unable to divert his attention. As the hallway seemed to condense around them, Hotch found his gaze on the delicate bow of her lips, the color seeming to tempt him in more ways than one.

"Goodnight, Evelyn," he finally managed.

"Goodnight, Hotch," she voiced evenly, her words smooth and controlled, a veil over the wild drumming of her heart.

With a final nod, Hotch turned and walked away. Evelyn retreated into her room, the door's click sealing her inside, its sound a faint punctuation in the quiet. She exhaled a deep, satisfied breath, a serene smile playing on her lips. She moved with a soft deliberateness, preparing for bed, her slow and purposeful movements discarding the dress.

She pulled out her pajamas, the fabric soft and familiar between her fingers. A shade of blush with tiny hearts, the material hugged her just right. Dimming the lights, she climbed into the plush bed, the sheets cool against her skin.

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Hi, I'm gonna be completely honest you can go crazy on my ask, I'm not picky whatsoever. I've been dying for Velvet x Fem!Bodyguard, absolutely starved. Fluff, angst, SWF, NSFW honestly anything in any format I'm just craving it~ 🌵

You know what..why not! Sounds like ya need a release 😭 here is what you requested babes! Mama hopes ya like it;3(also is this a reference to that Wattpad fic)

Velvet X fem!Bodyguard Reader SFW/NSFW

CHARACTER IS 18+

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

SFW

-In the beginning of your and Velvet's journey of growth, she didn't trust you at all, even though you were her bodyguard. - She always watched you like a hawk, keeping rooms locked while you monitored her and Veneer.

-Velvet and Veneer will undoubtedly make you carry things like bags after shopping, and you'll complain, "Chauffeur isn't in my job description!"- Velvet turns you into a walking, talking Barbie, dressing you up and enhancing your appearance. "If that looks bad on you, it'll make me look stunning. Put it in the 'yes' pile."

-When I mentioned that she and Veneer make you do things not in your job description, it's mainly her doing it to agitate you. "Y/N, make me a coffee with three sugars, one spoon of coffee beans, and NO MILK! Can you do that, or do I have to get Crimp to do it, hmm?" -After you finish making her coffee, she intentionally changes her words, saying, "I asked for two sugars and milk, you incompetent fool. Ugh, never mind. Crimp!!! Make me coffee!"

-Once she fully warms up to you, the childish behaviour decreases, but not enough to avoid pushing your buttons until you might have a meltdown in the guest restroom. If you choose to put your foot down, their behavior stops completely; otherwise, Velvet will still find ways to press your buttons.

-As Velvet developed attachment issues for you, she had you live in the guest room in the basement of her and Veneer's mansion. -She went to the extent of getting you evicted from your apartment, leaving you with no choice but to move into her house. “See it’s perfect if me or veneer need you! You will be near us!!!”

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

NSFW

-The relationship between you and Velvet transitioned from a focus on protection to a quick shift towards the desire for each other’s love. Professionally distant at first, it escalated rapidly into a more sexual dynamic, with Velvet insisting that actions like touching were part of your job, framed as helping her. “you are helping me.. it’s your job to do what i say”

-In the dynamic where Velvet is your boss, you're lower in the hierarchy, compelled to heed her commands or face consequences. She takes pleasure in asserting dominance, occasionally pulling your hair, making you face her, and emphasizing, "I'm your boss, and you will learn how to obey me." She then dips her face into the crook of your neck, licking it before sinking her teeth into your flesh.

-You aren’t allowed to touch her yourself, unless given direct orders or permission from velvet herself. Despite the way your eyebrows curl in frustration, and the way you beg to feel her skin against your fingertips, you obey without question. “Please velvet let me just feel you..” “you will do so when I tell you too Y/N~”

-if your begging works on velvet you won’t be the one touching that’s for sure.. she will already be in between your legs with your underwear already pushed to the side and her face buried into your cunt. “Mmmgghh~ you taste so sweet babe~..”

-This girl works hard with her tongue, and is very sloppy as well. Her fingers at this point are plunged deep inside of your pussy whilst she goes crazy with sucking your sensitive nub.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

I know there’s not a lot of it barely relates to a body gaurd.. mama tried😭

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lowkeyremi · 11 months

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𝙏𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝘼𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 -> Aizawa Shota x afab!reader

➼ Sum: In short, you're fired from your main job. The worry and stress hits you while you're ugly crying outside of the building of your old workplace. You happen to meet a man who can give you a job. The question is... should you take it?

➼ Chapters: Prologue, 1

➼ Content Warning: Implied fem reader, reader has fem parts, eventual sexual content, suggestive language, all characters are aged up, eventual relationships, strippers, reader is struggling. (I'll add more as time goes on)

Prologue - I'm Fucking Losing It.

banner by: cafekitsune

"Please... I promise it won't happen again." You're on your knees in one of the halls, pleading- no begging to keep your job. It couldn't be helped though, why should you let people get handsy with you when it makes you uncomfortable?

"I'm sorry but that was your last chance. You've beaten up too many customers.. publicly at that and it's scaring away customers." Your manager says, he seems to feel for you but that frown may just be as fake as your life right now.

"But I'm your top money maker!" This is your last resort. You cannot lose this job because you don't make much at your coffee shop part-time.

"Technically, that's no longer true. Your performance has been sloppy lately, so Ami has risen and taken your spot." His words shatter what's left of your hope. Your makeup runs as you cry ugly tears. A man walks past the two of you, most likely toward the restroom. Any other time you'd be embarrassed, but right at this moment all you can feel is emptiness.

"So I'm being fired for defending myself?" You ask between sobs and sniffles.

"No, you know we wouldn't let anything happen to you. It's policy after all. You also know better than anyone that people at clubs are drunk and high even, so, of course, they're going to touch you. It's what you signed up for." He says to keep it professional.

Anger starts to seep into you. "Fuck, if that's how it's gonna be then I'll leave!" They don't deserve your service anyway.

"Ms. L/n...?" Your boss asks and you look up at him. He sees you struggling to stand because of your sore feet, these heels do you no justice. A hand is held out and you take it, trembling as you get up.

"I could recommend you to another club-" You cut him off.

"I'm good, thank you for everything you've done for me." It breaks your heart that you're leaving this place. As weird as it sounds this club was the closest thing to a home for you.

You start your walk to the backroom to get your things. Emptying your locker was the hardest. The tears start flowing again when you see the old Polaroid pictures you took with some of your coworkers who you considered to be some of your best friends.

Once changed out of your lingerie and you've packed everything you turn in everything the club let you use.

There was no way you'd say farewell to this life, it'd only make leaving it behind all the more hard. You walk outside and slump against the club's wall. You allow yourself to cry it all out.

You call your mother not sure what to do.

She picks up on the second ring, "Hello?"

"Hey.." you mumble. Your voice is hoarse due to crying.

Your mother instantly sighs, "Did you get yourself into some bullshit again?"

"Um.. yeah. Can I stay with you until I-" You're cut off by your mother's stern voice.

"Y/n, I cannot keep covering for your ass. You are twenty-six years old and every time you get into some shit you come crying to me or your father to fix it. I raised you better than that." And so the lecture begins.

"Mom please, just for a week or two.." You plead, usually she'd give in but she seems to be set on teaching you a lesson.

"No. You can call me if you need anything, but you need to get your life together. Life is not all cupcakes and rainbows. You need to learn how to deal with it. I love you but I have to go." Your mother, the one who's supposed to have your back through thick and thin is in your opinion giving up on you.

Your crying continues. What the hell are you supposed to do? Bills are due a little while from now and you work a small paying part-time.

"Shit I need to look for a job." You say sniffling.

"I could be of some assistance." A deep voice rings in your ears. You assume whoever it is is making a phone call and is not talking to you.

"You are in need of a job, correct? I could help you get into an honest line of work." The voice tries again. This time you look up to see a man with long raven hair casting down his shoulders, he has stubble covering his face alongside a few scars, and an eye patch that hides his right eye.

"Me?" You ask stoked about his appearance.

"I don't see anyone else out here crying their eyes out." He says with a hint of smugness. Wait.. how does he know you need a job?

"How did you-"

"Those walls aren't that thick." He replies somehow already knowing what you were bound to say.

"I need an assistant, I teach in a high school." The scoff that leaves your lips is inevitable.

"Teachers don't make shit, how am I supposed to pay my bills with a job like that?" Sarcasm is laced in your tone, you search his eye for any sign that he'll leave you alone but he seems determined.

"It's not just any high school. I'm a first-year teacher at UA high school, you'll be making around $20 an hour as my assistant. Also room and board is provided." Your eyes widen, now the offer is more tempting.

Looking down you get a glimpse of his prosthetic leg. "You need help because of your leg?"

"No, I could just use an extra set of hands, it seems every year the hero students get a little bit more naive." His sigh does not go unnoticed by you.

"Don't you need like a degree or something? Why are you asking an ex-stripper?" It's not even out of spite just pure curiosity.

"Usually you would, but I can get you the job. I'm asking because you seem to be struggling and if I can do something about it then I'll try to the best of my ability to make it happen."

Oh. So he's one of those people. The kind to pity anybody, you assume.

"I'm not struggling, I'm fucking losing it." The tears threaten to come back.

"What would I do?" You ask.

"Bring stuff from the printer, monitor the class, answer questions on current subjects, get coffee, other simple things like that." The calmness in his voice is a little unnerving.

"And I'd get paid $20 an hour for that?" The shock in your voice causes the man to chuckle a little bit.

"Correct. Any other questions?" His voice is smooth.

"How can you trust me? I just got fired for beating people up." You fear losing the potential job but you just had to ask.

"As you said, you were defending yourself. Your job should have considered that, even if the people are drunk that is no excuse for them to touch you when you have asked them to stop." He explains simply.

"Okay, I'll take the job.. when can I start?" This is what is crucial to you, those bills need to be paid, and getting behind would only cause you more trouble. But then again room and board is provided... would you even need to live in your crappy apartment anymore?

"Next week or the week after, I need to speak with the principal. Once everything is set straight I'll contact you about moving in." He rubs his face, and when looking into his eyes there was no way to tell what he was thinking. He looks so good though, you couldn't deny that.

"Eraserhead, a pleasure to meet you." That must be his hero name.

"Do I need some kind of code name? I'm not a hero. My stripper name was Golden Tiger." Your face flushes a little bit.

"Should've been Golden Kitten, you clearly haven't reached tiger status yet. Just give me your last name." It was clear he was teasing, his voice gave it away.

"Okay, just call me L/n then." He chuckles at your little huff of annoyance.

"Alright L/n, you think I could get your number to contact you?" That easygoing tone not leaving his voice.

You hand him your phone and you watch with interest as he types in his number. You hear a little hum escape his lips signaling he was done.

"Text me," he commands handing you back your phone. Something about the way he said that gave you goosebumps.

'Golden Tiger here.' you text biting your bottom lip. All you receive is Eraserhead shaking his head at you with a smug smirk.

"You need a ride home, Golden Kitten?" You can't even be upset when that smirk looks so good on him.

"Oh fuck off. My car's over there." You point to your ugly beige 2006 Honda Accord. (let's just pretend those still exist even tho the mha timeline is in the future)

"Is that any way to talk to someone who just got you a job?" His voice dropped an octave and you weren't sure if it was on purpose or if he was doing it unconsciously.

He looks like a tired man anyone wouldn't consider being attracted to but something about this man is drawing you in.

Instead of responding to his question, you ignore it, "I'm leaving."

You push yourself off the wall that hasn't been cleaned since who knows when. You'd forgotten that your feet were sore because of Eraserhead's presence but they reminded you of the pain.

Eraserhead mumbled something that sounded like 'be careful' but it wasn't certain, you already started limping to your car in pain.

Once situated you shut your eyes and let out a sigh.

"As cliché as this is, I'm glad my life is starting to work out a little bit." Your statement was heard by no one but yourself. When pulling out of the parking lot you play some music to prevent yourself from being left alone with your thoughts.

➼ AN: And that's a wrap for the prologue. I hope it's okay, this story came out of no where tbh. I'm not sure on how long I want it to be yet. I'm working on being more detailed in my writings. Also this is NOT beta read yet, bc I need to find someone to be my beta reader. Feel free to like, reblog, and comment! <3

#bnha #mha #aizawa #mha aizawa #aizawa shōta #shota aizawa #aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #bnha aizawa #eraserhead #aizawa shota x reader #aizawa shota #shota aizawa x reader #multi chap #multi chap fic #multi fic #post bnha wars #aizawa x y/n

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Tambourine

A/N: Oof, this is quite literally the dirtiest thing I have ever written. Like wow. I'm happy I got this out sooner than I thought! Anywho hope you guys enjoy it and let me know what you guys think.

Warnings: SMUT. 18+ content only. DNI if you are below 18.

Word Count: 14k+

Relationships are complicated. They can be incredibly fruitful and set you on cloud nine, but it was almost extremely rare that the experience would generate that outcome. In truth, every try was almost exactly the opposite of that which was why relationships were sour in your mind. They were not worth the time and effort if it was just going to end poorly.

You had sworn them off after your last failed attempt. Instead choosing to focus on yourself, your schooling, and eventually, your career. Your friendships were the best thing in your life and you did not have difficulties befriending new people.

Josh was one of those people. You had met him your first week of university and you two hit it off immediately. You were two peas in a pod, hardly being without the other.

You were Josh’s biggest supporter with whatever decisions he chose to make, like dropping out of school to be in his brother's band full-time. Being his first fan meant being there for everything over the years and you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Which is why turning your relationship with him into a best friends with benefits situation was the stupidest thing you could have ever done.

Another show had finished, but the boys' energy levels were high knowing they had a multiple day break in between shows. This meant going to any bar that would stay open long enough for them to get that adrenaline back down.

His on stage presence followed him after a show until he would fall back into his normal self, but as he stood across the bar, playing a game of pool with his brothers, his gaze bore into yours. Your thighs subconsciously clenched at the look he sent you, setting your drink on the table, and looking at the single bathroom in the building before looking back at the boy.

The smirk grew on his face as his thumb brushed along his bottom lip, subtly nodding as you excused yourself from the table you had been standing at, hastily making your way to the restroom.

Warmth blossomed in your lower stomach knowing what was going to be taking place in the next few minutes. You entered first, ensuring to leave it unlocked, but faced the large, dingy mirror to double check your makeup was still intact from the long night.

The heavy creek of the door echoed through the small space and when the familiar permed hair slid through the tight opening, he wasted no time pulling you towards him. His taste of whiskey and honey flooded your senses as his tongue swept across your own, a light moan escaping you at the motion.

His hands spun you around, making you brace yourself on the sink as that smirk reappeared, connecting your eyes in the mirror as his hand traced down your spine to the curve of your ass, grabbing a handful as he spoke.

“We need to be quick. I intentionally lost that game to get in here, but I play next,” your hands made quick work of pulling your jeans down as he palmed himself through his khaki shorts. His hand curled around your hair, grabbing it all with one fist and pulling it back to stand you up straight against his chest.

Your eyes watched your reflection, seeing his shut as the tip of his nose brushed along your pulse point and inhaled. “New perfume, mama?” He murmured against your skin as you nodded in response.

“Got it yesterday. Figured you’d like it,” his smirk grew against your neck before he gently nipped at the spot. His hand went to the back of your neck and pushed you back down as he released himself from the confines of his shorts.

He quickly spit into his hand and ran it over your naked core, brows furrowing at how wet you already were as you waited for his next move. You greedily sank back onto his hand, craving his touch, begging for something more.

“Needy tonight, mama? Sorry it can’t be more,” he sounded genuinely apologetic for a split second as he buried himself in your cunt. You inhaled sharply at the rough motion, eyes squeezing shut as his movements began immediately.

Your moans mixed together, not worried about anyone hearing as the bar's music blasted through the building, but there was no sweeter sound than Josh’s panting and short breaths as he focused on getting you both to finish before anyone noticed you two were missing.

There was simply no time for anything extra tonight, but you didn’t mind. This was rare when he wouldn’t be able to properly take care of you, always opting to wait to be able to take his time and worship you like how he swore you deserved.

However, every once in a while it was just too much to handle and you both would need one another more than normal and would do it anywhere you could find a hiding spot. It was incredibly risky to be doing this so close to your group, but the chance of being caught made it so much better.

Josh’s head fell back as his hand palmed your ass before pulling back and smacking it, eliciting a stronger moan from you. “Play with your clit for me, lovey,” you didn’t hesitate, fingers finding your bud and rushing fast circles over it, feeling yourself coming undone on him.

His face relaxed as his orgasm sent him dissolving into pleasure, you following seconds after. Neither of you moved for a moment afterwards as you caught your breath, but he pulled out and grabbed paper towels from the dispenser to wipe himself clean, not having many other options in the area you found yourself in.

When you went to grab some for yourself, he tsked at you and made you stop moving. He wet a few towels and sank down onto his haunches, placing a featherlight kiss on the top of your mound with a smile before gently wiping you clean. His cold fingers hooked into the loops on your pants and pulled them back up over your thighs as he stood.

As he appeared face to face with you, his hands cupped your cheeks and pulled you to meet him. Your lips danced with each other as your hands worked to zip your jeans and button them, doing the same for him as he continued his soft kisses on your face and neck.

“Thank you, Joshy. Know you don’t like this, but I missed you,” he hummed as he kissed behind your ear, wrapping his arms around you and pressing you against himself. “I’ll take care of you more tomorrow. You’ll have my full attention. We can have the day together because I have no plans of being anywhere near my brothers. I want the day with you, okay?”

Your hands tangled in his curls and nodded, rubbing your nose against his as his lips pushed against yours, turning you back towards the door.

“You came in first, go,” as you slid out the door, you caught one last look of Josh and noticed the rosy tint that sat on the apples of his cheeks that flushed an entirely different way after he had just cum. Eyes that were heavy with lust, pupils blown out and looking entirely fucked. Lips swollen and kiss bitten, tongue constantly darting out to moisten them. Curled hair out of place and hanging on his forehead.

He was gorgeous.

When you got back to your table, Jake’s gaze fell on you and watched as his brother appeared in the group a couple minutes later, eyes narrowing at his twin as he silently asked where he had been.

Your palms grew sweaty as his brother’s eyes skirted across your features and leaned towards you. “Where were you at? You were gone for like twenty minutes,” you sipped your beer and leaned back towards him so he could hear you over the loud talking of the table and music. “I ran into someone I knew from work a long time ago. I got stuck talking with them,” he bought it quickly, nodding his head and rejoining the chatter.

A quick glance to Josh and he winked at you, knowing you had convinced his brother of your little white lie, hiding your rendezvous once again from everyone.

After how long you two had been doing this, you would think over time it would be easier to hide it from everyone and close calls would lessen. That was wrong. If anything, it became more difficult and you despised lying to the people you were closest with, but it would only complicate things more than they already were.

You just wanted it to be you and Josh for as long as possible and so far, it was working. Two years in and there hadn’t been any hiccups. Extremely close calls, sure, but no one knew yet and you wanted to keep it that way.

It was one of the rules. Rule number three to be exact and the most important of them all.

Your purse and shoes were discarded by the front door as you hurried over to your record player and turned it on. Spinning on your heel as the music started flowing through the space, your eyes fell to him and smiled as you belted along to the words.

It had been a long night, but you weren’t ready for it to end yet. You felt like you and Josh were on another level of connectivity tonight. On the same wavelength, having had a wonderful time at the party for the band. You two had been attached at the hip all night and you just didn’t want the night to come to a close sooner than absolutely necessary.

Honestly, it was rare when you two weren’t, but tonight felt different. His hands held onto you every chance they could, your eyes searched for him whenever he wasn’t in your direct line of vision, and you two whispered silent jokes to each other that weren’t meant for others ears.

Sure, you had over indulged on some drinks, but everyone had. It was why he was in your hallway watching you move around the space with a blissed out smile on your face as your favorite song played in the background.

“Josh, Joshy! Will you sing to me?” You grinned at the boy as he stood in your kitchen, leaning against the counter as you danced around the living room to the soft music playing.

He had made it his mission to get you home despite how drunk he himself was after the party you two had been at with his brothers and mutual friends, knowing you were far gone and needed to get home safe.

His gaze softened on you at your request and immediately fell in with the singer, harmonizing in a captivating way that sent a chill down your spine. You made your way to him and laced his fingers with your own, pulling him from the kitchen and having him sway with you as he sang softly in your ear.

You giggled as the song finished, looking at the boy in front of you and let your eyes work over his sharp features. You admired his freshly shaved jaw, the point of his nose, his large doe-like eyes, his unruly eyebrows, the plushness of his lips.

You didn’t think as you leaned in and placed your own against his, just wanting to see how they would feel for a second.

He didn’t hesitate to kiss you back for that fleeting moment, hand still holding yours, other palm pressed flat against your back. When you pulled back you smiled, teeth sinking into your lip as you made eye-contact with him.

The gold flecks in his eyes were only visible this close to him and you felt yourself getting lost in them. “You’re very kissable, Joshy,” you whispered out after a beat. His smile grew, dimples showing at your words.

“Yeah? Do it again, lovey,” your arms wrapped around his neck, Josh simply flooding all of your senses. Any sense of judgment for what was happening was out the window as you whimpered into his mouth, deepening the kiss. You simply did not care about the implications of what this would mean for tomorrow.

In the moment, it was all Josh.

Even the next morning when you woke up with a pounding headache, eyes stuck together from your mascara not having been washed off, a heavy arm strung over your waist, and a dull ache pulsing in between your legs.

Your eyes went slightly wide as you turned your head and saw your best friend laid next to you as naked as the day he was born. “Shit,” you whispered out as you lightly moved from his grasp to go to the bathroom and have a moment to process what had just happened.

As the warm water pounded against your skin you groaned. Of course, you shouldn’t have done that, but my god Josh was a good lay. He knew exactly what to do and how to make you convulse in pleasure in ways you never had before.

It had been so long since you had had good sex. Okay, sex period. You weren’t interested in a relationship right now, but you deeply missed the sexual aspect that accompanied partnerships.

And you had never been with someone as skilled as Josh. Even if he was your best friend.

You didn’t have romantic feelings for him, but maybe that was okay. Neither of you were really in a place for a relationship anyways. Perhaps this could be beneficial for you both if it was as good for him as it was for you.

When you stepped back into the bedroom you saw him lying there on his phone, a large smile taking over his face as you reappeared in front of him. “We need to talk, don’t we?” You shrugged and sat next to him, pulling the towel tighter around yourself.

“We probably should,” your fingers pushed the loose curls from his eyes as he peered up at you. “I’m just going to come out with this before you say anything, okay? That was fantastic. Not even going to sugar coat it, I don’t care how much it inflates your ego. It was really good,” you giggled as his cheeks turned a deep red as you continued, hand still moving through his hair as his head laid on your lap, “and I think we should keep doing this. You and I have both said fairly recently we aren’t in good places for relationships so what if we just do this?”

His brow drew together in question as he spoke for the first time, taking your hand and playing with your fingers nervously. “Just sex? Would you be okay with that?” You nodded your head at his question as he lost himself in thought for a second before sitting up and facing you.

“Alright, but I have a couple of concerns,” you watched him intently as he thought about how to word his questions. “It cannot affect our friendship, okay? You’re my best friend and I don’t want to jeopardize that,” your smile softened at him at those words, but you nodded your head.

“I agree. What else?” He sighed and shrugged, arms crossing over his chest as he nibbled on his bottom lip. “If you want to stop this at any time we can,” you nodded and chuckled. “Same goes for you,” he rolled his eyes and let his smile take over his features, lighting up his face.

“Don’t see that happening, lovey. If we do this, we should make the most of it.” He leaned across the bed, lips capturing yours as your hands cradled his jaw, feeling his tongue push its way into your mouth. You noticed his hands gently tug at the towel wrapped around yourself and you let it fall with no fight.

He climbed on top of you, having you lay completely flat on the bed as he left a trail of kisses down your throat to your chest. It took every fiber of your being to speak up to continue the chat you two had been having just moments earlier.

“We need some ground rules, Josh.” He sucked a nipple into his mouth as you spoke, eyes peering into yours and nodding his head, urging you to continue on.

He pulled back only to speak quickly. “Tell me rule number one, mama.”

RULE #1: IF SOMEONE TEXTS, YOU GO.

It had been a long week at work. Between being handed three new projects because your boss simply did not feel like doing their job, working six straight days in a row, and not being able to sleep at night because your brain was on overdrive, you felt like absolute hell.

You sat on your sofa, dimming the lights to try and get caught up on your favorite show with a glass of wine, but no matter what you did, you simply could not get comfortable. Shifting seats, blankets on and off, lights dimmed lower and brighter, lighting a candle, getting chocolate, nothing was working to get that sharp ache in your shoulders to subside.

The screen on your phone was dark. It had been a couple of weeks since you had slept with Josh after that night and morning after and neither of you had jumped to use your mutual agreement with one another, but tonight was different. You needed to relax and you knew a good orgasm would let that happen and who better to do it than your best friend?

You cringed at the thought of reaching out to him simply because he hadn’t tried first. Your attention was completely off your show now, instead staring at the text, trying to decide if you should send it. Carefully selecting each word meant it had taken you ten minutes to figure out how to phrase the request and you finally settled on what was staring back at you.

You- Make my night better and come see me?

What if he had changed his mind? What if he was out on a date with someone? What if he just wasn’t in the mood tonight? Would you be able to handle the rejection?

Fuck it. You hit send and set your phone down on the couch next to you, waiting to hear the ding of a message sent back. It happened within a minute.

You grabbed it and felt your smile grow as the text sat on your screen.

Butterball- Finally, on my way mama ;)

Standing from the couch and rushing to the bathroom, you realized you had already washed your face for the night and battled within yourself about throwing on a layer of simplistic makeup, but by the time you had fixed your hair, a thud pounded on your door.

Your nerves were coursing through you as you opened it to see the mop of curls greeting you on the other side. His hands found home on you instantly, drawing you towards him as he kicked the door shut as he entered your apartment.

His lips messily met yours as he smiled into the kiss. “What made you text?” You shrugged, pulling him to the couch with you, hardly parting from one another, speaking against each other’s lips. “Rough week at work and need you to help me relax,” he nodded his head and pulled back as you fell onto the couch.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, taking him in as he stared down at you and smiled. “Well we have all night, so let’s slow down. I’m going to grab a glass of wine,” his hands landed on either side of your waist, nudging his forehead against yours and sweetly capturing your lips as he continued, “and then we are going to put a movie on and I’m going to get the knot out of your shoulders that I know has been bothering you for days, m’kay?”

Breathing in each other's air made you feel dizzy with arousal as you listened to his voice explain what was going to happen and you could only nod in response, eyes staring innocently into his as he pecked your lips one more time before walking into your kitchen to grab another glass.

Anticipation pummeled you as you took a gulp of your wine to try to calm your nerves. You sat back against the couch and when Josh stood in front of you, he sipped from his own glass and let his eyes skirt over your figure before grabbing your remote without another word.

He put on your favorite film, Pride and Prejudice, that you always opted to watch when you needed comfort and when he turned back towards you, pausing the start of it and crossed one of his arms over his chest, his eyes darkened as he watched you.

You hadn’t made a move since he had entered the room, waiting for him to make the first move, not wanting to mess this up. He knew you were waiting for his direction and enjoyed that you were letting him control the situation like this.

Josh made his way to the chaise of your sofa and relaxed into the plushy spot, turning to face the screen and beckoned you over to lay with him. You slowly moved over to him, pressing your back into his chest as he pulled a blanket over you both, arm wrapping tightly around your waist.

His hand still held the remote and as he hit play, the familiar opening scene filled the screen, causing a small smile to take over your features. This wasn’t exactly what you had in mind for the night, but he had said you had all night.

Those thoughts diminished as you felt his hand flatten under your shirt on your stomach, drawing small circles on the skin causing goosebumps to appear as you tried to keep your breathing even.

“Keep your eyes on the movie, lovey,” his husky voice spoke into your ear as he continued the leisurely movements on you. You tried to keep your attention on the movie, almost succeeding as he hadn’t made any other advancement, but as a new scene appeared, his hand moved to cup your breast.

Your eyes shut as he gently kneaded at it, but not doing anything else. You were hyper aware of every breath you took in, not wanting to let on how turned on you had gotten from such little touching, but you were failing.

Mainly forcing breaths out of your nose, not paying any attention to the movie as his fingers pinched and rolled your nipple in between his pointer finger and thumb. You gasped, eyes squeezing shut, but he spoke in your ear.

“I told you that you need to keep your eyes on the movie, mama,” your shaky intake of breath coupled with you forcing your eyes open to watch took all your energy. His fingers had stopped until he was positive you had followed his directions, continuing with it again.

You couldn’t help the small whimper that rumbled from your throat, urging him to give you more. He didn’t.

The overstimulation of your nipples had your chest aching, the wetness pooling at your core was soaking through your thin leggings almost forcing you to beg to be touched. Almost.

His hand finally removed itself from you and you felt like you could cry from the mixed relief and yearning for more. “Did you know that Joe Wright did not want to cast Kiera Knightly in this role?”

You shook your head at his words, his breath tickling the shell of your ear as he spoke lowly. “Said she was too pretty to play Elizabeth Bennet,” you wanted to laugh at the turn around he had just done. Borderline pissed he was talking about this instead of getting you off.

Your anger was short lived before you felt his cool hand slip under the band of your pants, fingers slipping into the sticky arousal that coated you. “Wright had also never seen the 1995 version of Pride and Prejudice,” he parted your lips as he spoke, middle digit sliding in your opening, eliciting a deep moan to wrangle from your throat.

He pulled it out as quickly as he had put it in, using the same finger to swirl around your budding nub. Given how turned on you already were, it was not going to take much to push you over the edge.

Josh knew this and continued whispering fun facts about the movie that fell on your deaf ears, unable to process any of the information he was feeding you, solely focused on your impending orgasm.

As your breathing grew more shallow, moans overpowered his words, and your attention on the movie had entirely lapsed, he slowed his movements almost to a stop. “Have you been listening to me at all? Or watching the movie like I told you to?”

Your eyes snapped open at his questions and whimpered in frustration, agitated tears forming at the corners of your eyes. “Joshy, please. I want it so bad, please,” your head had moved to rest on his bicep, legs spread wide open for him, one almost hanging off the couch, the other tucked in between his, his eyes staring down at you.

He smiled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the space between your eyebrows and let his fingers get back to work. “I know, lovey. I’m gonna get you there, ‘kay? Be a good girl and cum for me, yeah? I know you can, you’re so close, mama,” as Josh showered you in praises, you came with a shattering force, white light overpowering your vision.

Josh worked you through it, lips landing on your temple, a large smile taking over his face. “There you go, pretty girl. You did so good for me.” As you came back from your high and your eyes opened, you felt exhaustion take over your body.

His hand was removed from your pants, placing it in front of your mouth and you took it, licking him clean as he smiled at you. “Good girl. Go to bed, I’m going to clean up out here and I’ll see you tomorrow for the barbecue at Danny’s, yeah?”

You nodded your head, eyelids heavy and closing as he placed a chaste kiss on your lips, forcing you to sit up with him.

As you made your way down the hall you spared one last look at your best friend and felt your smile grow as you watched him grab the empty wine glasses and put them in your dishwasher, folding the blanket and placing it on the back of the couch, and finishing cleaning up your space.

When you climbed into bed, all your worries and doubts faded away as you smiled to yourself. Maybe this could work. You would make it work because this agreement was already looking great.

You stood to the side of the stage watching one of the opening acts for the boys shows, dancing to the catchy beat.

Whenever you got the chance to watch them perform, especially Josh, you snatched it in a heartbeat. Although you had to fly in for this particular show, it was worth it. You needed a little break from regular life and what better way to do that than to spend time with your best friends?

One of the bodyguards stood with you as you listened to the music when you felt your phone vibrate in your back pocket.

Butterball- I think there is somewhere else you should be right now. Don’t you agree?

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His dressing room door greeted you as you opened the text. Your heart rate increased and you smiled at the gentleman next to you before making your way towards his room.

Dodging his brothers so they wouldn’t ask questions about where you were going and why you were trying to find Josh meant it took far longer than it should have to reach your destination. When you slipped in passed the door and shut it gently behind you, Josh’s unpleasant look greeted you.

“Lovey, I sent you that text twelve minutes ago. I go on in eleven minutes now,” you saw the rhinestones glittering across his cheekbones, not a hair out of place, fully dressed and cup of what was more than likely pure whiskey in his hand, your heart skipped a beat at how mouthwatering he looked.

He opted for the white two piece suit tonight, his crotch on full display, leaving nothing to the imagination. You wasted no time, going towards him and sinking down on your knees, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you gulped anxiously, hand gently petting his quickly hardening cock. His jaw set at your tone and his teeth sank into his bottom lip, agitation evident. “Open your mouth and be a good whore for me,” your mouth fell open, tongue leaving your mouth to wait for him.

His fat head sprang free from his pants, landing on the tip of your tongue before pushing fully into your mouth. You relaxed your jaw and let him fuck into your mouth at the pace he wanted, knowing that you had taken too long to get to him tonight and he needed to get off fast.

Your hand went between your thighs and as you tried to touch yourself, his fist yanked you off his dick and shook his head. “Did I say you could touch yourself?” You mumbled back a small no as he shoved himself back into your waiting mouth.

“Be my good cock slut and suck me off. If you’re good I’ll take care of you later,” as Josh was speaking, tears were running down your face, gags echoing off the walls as he fucked your face.

“Shit, lovey, you’re gonna make me cum. Fuck!” You felt his cock twitch in your mouth, stilling his movements as his load shot down your throat. You watched his eyes roll back, mouth lightly hang open, hands shake as they held your hair back as you kept his dick in your mouth, letting him come down from the high.

You pulled off of him with a pop, sniffling, and giggling as you stood up. You legs were wobbly after being on your knees for so long, feeling his hands still you as he grabbed the tissue box from the table.

“Let me clean you up, mama,” you sat down in the singular chair as he wiped the wet mascara from your cheeks, your runny nose, and handed you a bottle of water. Your hands held onto his hips as he focused on not smearing your makeup anymore than it already was, seeing the concentration on his face and smiling at him.

His eyes quickly went down to yours and chuckled. “You were good for me despite being late,” you rolled your eyes and interjected in his speech. “Okay for starters, I had to avoid everyone so of course it was going to take me longer to get back here,” his fist grabbed your hair, making you tilt your head back to look at him, shutting you up.

“If you would let me finish. I said you were good for me and because of that I was going to take care of you at the hotel tonight, but now I’m not sure you deserve it,” you pouted at him and moved towards his lips, taking his bottom one between yours.

“I do. I was so good,” his smile grew, pearly white teeth on display at your desperation for him. “Okay, lovey.” He gave in so easy it had you smiling in victory, knowing all it took to tip the scales in your favor was to play into his power play he so craved.

“Thank you, butterball,” your laughter bubbled out into a cackle as he rolled his eyes at the nickname he despised. “Don’t push your luck! I’m feeling generous tonight, but that can change in a heartbeat.”

You winked at him as you walked out of the room, not able to hold in your laughter as he stood watching you join the group that stood down the hallway, face red with faux irritation at your term of endearment for him.

Bored. You were simply bored. It was a Saturday night and you had absolutely no plans for the evening. You had already eaten dinner, were a couple drinks in for the night, and could not find anything interesting to watch on tv.

You stared at your phone screen and smiled to yourself knowing how you could pass the time. Finding his contact and hearing the dial tone fill the space, your brow furrowed as a text notification popped up from him as he answered.

“Hey, pretty girl. I’m assuming you saw my text?” You opened the message and laughed at it.

Butterball- What do you have going on tonight cause I would like to be in those plans but preferably in you

“I did not see your text until just now, but we are on the same page. I’ll be over in fifteen, ‘kay?” When you got to his apartment, he greeted you at the door with a glass of wine and a deep kiss that had you sinking into him.

“I was bored tonight. Take care of me, Joshy?” His smile grew as his tongue traveled behind your ear. “Always, mama.”

Josh had his cock running through your folds, collecting the wetness before slipping into you. “Jesus, you’re the perfect fit for me, I swear.” Your smile took over your face as you laid on your back, legs wrapped around his waist as he bottomed out.

“You said you want to make the most of this-shit,” your eyes squeezed shut as his thumb made light circles on your clit, breathless as you continued talking, “what does that mean for you, babe?”

His grip on your hips was tight, fingertips indenting into your skin, small crescent moons being left from his fingernails. “That is what I want rule number two to be.”

RULE NUMBER TWO: FANTASIES & THE SAFE WORD

Josh had been your best friend and confidant for years before this arrangement. He made you feel comfortable and protected whenever he was around. It was just who he was.

He had a way of allowing you to be your honest and true self around him and never feel guilty or bad about that. You never had. He never let you.

When he suggested that rule number two be about fantasies, you were intrigued. Of course, you had always thought about your deepest sexual desires, but you had never thought you would be with someone who would make you feel okay with having them and even enacting them.

Josh wanted to. Encouraged you to.

The night when you two had divulged your fantasies to one another, Josh jumped at yours. He claimed dibs on going first and you waited a long time for it to happen, but he said it made the suspense of it all the better.

He was right.

It was why you were sat at an extremely high end hotel lounge, wearing a gorgeous gown that you would never have been able to afford normally, hair and makeup done in a way you had only worn for a black-tie wedding once before, and sipping a cocktail that had an at least ninety percent markup from your local bar.

You smiled softly at the bartender as he approached to ask you for your next drink order. Listening to the light piano music playing through the room, you knew you did not belong in a place like this, but your stomach was alight with nerves and excitement.

A figure appeared next to you and pulled the bartender's attention to him. “She’ll have a french martini. Put it on my tab, including her last drink,” he set his card on the counter, sliding it over to the man before turning his attention to you.

His hair was slicked back, face freshly shaven, slender fingers resting on the counter as he took in your figure. His suit was crisp, a watch that cost more than your yearly rent sat on his wrist, cufflinks on display as he sipped from his whiskey glass, a hint of mischief gleaming in his eyes.

“I’ve never had a french martini before,” you said, turning your body to face the man. He offered a kind smile and set his drink down on the wooden coaster. “You’ll enjoy it,” your eyes slightly narrowed at him.

“Quite presumptuous to assume I’ll enjoy it when you don’t even know me,” he chuckled as the bartender set the drink down in front of you. “Try it,” you gingerly brought the glass to your lips, letting the liquid slip down your throat.

Damn it. It was delicious.

He read your expression and a charming smile took over his features. “I was right, wasn’t I?” You weren’t going to let him have this victory that easily.

“Must do this pretty often then don’t you? Find a pretty girl sitting at the bar, order her a fancy drink, sweet talk her some, take her back to your room for the night and do it all again next weekend,” he winked at you and took another sip of his own drink as he listened to you.

“Look at you, one step ahead of me. Let me sweet talk you, then.” You snorted into your glass as you brought it back to your lips. “Go ahead, give it a try.” You encouraged him, excited to see where this was going to go.

“What’s your name sweetheart?” You held eye contact with him as you spoke as seriously as possible, seeing him eye you, sitting on the edge of his seat, waiting for your response.

“Anita Dickenme,” he choked on his drink, hand coming up to cover his mouth, trying to hide his laughter at your response. It took more than a beat for him to compose himself enough to respond to you. “That’s a beautiful name, Ms. Dickenme. I’m Dr. J.M.K.,” before he could finish, a woman in her fifties approached the two of you and offered a sheepish smile.

“Hi, I’m so sorry to bug you both, but my daughter is a huge fan. Would it be possible to get an autograph?” Your eyebrows went up in surprise as his face burned a deep red, scribbling on a napkin and handing it to her as she thanked him and excused herself from you both.

“Well, doctor, I think there might be more here than meets the eyes. What kind of doctor gets autograph requests? Especially in a place like this?” You leaned on your hand, letting him fall into easy conversation with you about his “true” work he did.

The two of you let your laughter subside after sharing a story and watched as his hand landed gently on your knee. “Why don’t we move this upstairs?” You smirked, finishing your drink and standing from your chair, taking his arm as you walked out of the bar towards the glass elevators to take you up towards the hotel rooms.

Flashing the guard his hotel room key, you were pointed towards the elevator on the far end. He let you enter first, but you couldn’t help yourself and watched the people below flitter in and out of the extravagant resort.

Hands landed on your waist, a cheek pressed to yours, and a small bite on your neck had you rolling your head to the side to allow him better access.

“Doctor, I’m sure you know this, but people can see what we’re doing,” you were forcing the words out in a breathless whimper as his hand picked your gown up from the floor, letting his hand slide into the slit that had once exposed your thigh.

His fingers brushed across your core and groaned with a deep chuckle. “Let’s put on a show for them then. No panties?” You pulled away from him quickly as the elevator dinged, announcing your arrival to the top floor of the hotel.

You stepped out and watched as he took a deep breath to compose himself and take your hand in his as he walked to the end of the hallway. Two heavy wood doors greeted you both and when he opened them, you felt the breath knock away from you.

The city skyline greeted you through the wall of windows. It wasn’t entirely late so the streets below were still heavy with cars.

On the coffee table in the large living room sat a bottle of champagne and two glasses plus a plate of strawberries. You forced the shock to subside at the fact that you couldn’t even see the bedroom from where you stood in the middle of the room, knowing this room must’ve cost an absolute fortune.

You set your bag on the table and leisurely sat on the sofa, sparing a glance at the man who was watching your every move, waiting to see what you were going to do next.

Grabbing one of the glasses you gave a large smile to him. “I would love a glass, doctor.”

Almost the entire bottle was gone as you two sat on the couch, laughing over the silliest jokes and as you caught your breath, you peeked at him from the corner of your eye.

“Will you excuse me for a moment, doctor?” He leaned back on the couch, one arm going along the back of a cushion, the other still holding his glass as he nodded, watching to see where you were sneaking off to.

You stepped into the bedroom, closing the large french doors behind you as you did.

The tremble in your hands grew as you slid your dress off, putting it on a hanger in the expansive closet. Standing in front of the mirror you looked at your reflection and tried to calm yourself down with a small pep talk.

“It’s just, Josh. It’s just, Josh,” you fixed the bustier and garters, trying to decide if your plan to forgo panties was a good call or not. You fixed your hair and gave yourself another once over.

The black lace bustier was cupless on the top, the middle sheer, and had garter attachments on the bottom. The no panties was a perfect decision you thought to yourself as you saw the garters hold your pantyhose.

You opened one of the doors and leaned against the frame, catching his attention as he turned towards where you stood. His breath stuttered in his throat as he eyed you.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered as he quickly stood. Your confidence skyrocketed as he made his way towards you, eyes darkening the closer he got.

He loosened his tie, hand cupping the back of your neck and moaning as his tongue fought yours for dominance. “And here I thought Ms. Dickenme was a classy lady. Apparently not,” he chuckled as he brought you out to the living room.

Wasting no time, he pushed you up against the windows, bending you over slightly as he freed himself from the suit pants he wore. When you felt his head push into you, the guttural moan that released from him indicated just how badly he had wanted this tonight, too.

“Teasing me all night, leaving me high and dry in the elevator,” with each word a deep thrust accompanied it, cries and whimpers escaping you. “Want to act like a tease, I’ll treat you like a tease,” your eyes rolled as his speed picked up.

Your hair was a mess as his hand had a good fistful, makeup smearing on the window, growing more turned on by the minute at the thought of someone being able to see what you two were doing.

Skin hitting skin echoed in the room, tears streamed down your face at the force that he was fucking you at, the uncomfortable position your neck had been in through the entire thing caused a full ache to begin, but it was overpowered by the sheer force of your orgasm.

Your knees buckled, but you felt his arm wrap around your waist, supporting you as you caught your breath, not registering that he had already finished prior to you.

He turned your head towards him, capturing your lips before mumbling against them. “I want you to go get in the bath and wait for me. Do you understand?” You could only mumble a yes as you stumbled off to the bathroom.

Your mind was a mushed nothingness as you monotonously set the bath and sank in, feeling the scalding water accept your body. When you heard footsteps approaching, he smiled at you, some curls coming loose from the professionally inspired do he had done just for you earlier.

Moving forward so he could sit behind you, he hissed at the temperature of the water. “Trying to melt your skin off?” You giggled, leaning back against him, but not able to give a verbal response before his fingers found your clit and began rubbing small circles over it.

“Not-not yet. Can’t-,” he hushed you and had you relax fully against him as he continued. One hand curled around your neck, forcing your jaw to tip back and lock eyes with him. “Yes you can, baby. I know you can. Relax for me,” your breathing picked up as he agonizingly drew you closer to cumming again.

You could feel his smile against the side of your face, head resting in the space between his collar and jaw, cries bouncing out into the bathroom.

“You’re close, angel. I know you want to cum on my fingers so bad. I know you want to make me happy and cum for me,” his words tipped you over the edge, arching your back away from his chest, falling silent as you let the pleasure take over your body.

You blinked your eyes open and noticed the room was partly lit only from a table side lamp. The crisp white sheets wrapped around your body and you sighed with a tired smile when you realized where you were.

You turned over and saw him lying asleep next to you and spotted the hardon pressing against the sheet. Moving slowly to not wake him yet, you sat up and straddled him, noticing he hadn’t moved.

Grabbing his cock and lining it up with your opening, you slowly sank onto him. You were unbelievably sore from the activities of the two days you had spent together, but you just didn’t care.

Marks littered your entire body and his, every time you moved pain ricocheted from somewhere on you, and you were beyond exhausted. Check out was in less than an hour, but you wanted one more.

He groaned, arms circling around your torso and crushing you to his chest as you slowly moved your hips on him. “Morning,” you spoke against his lips, a small smile gracing your face.

“You’re gonna kill me, you know that?” You nodded, picking up your pace a little bit more causing a whimper to fall from his lips. “I know, baby, but we have to leave soon and I just want one more, ‘kay? You promised it was my forty-eight hours,” he nuzzled into your neck and kissed the skin there.

“Whatever you want, lovey.” As you rode you both to one final orgasm, you couldn’t help the giggles that escaped you.

He didn’t let you get far, pulling you back towards him as you climbed off of him. “How was this? Fantasy met?”

You let yourself rest against his chest and peered up at him with a big grin. “And then some. Thank you,” he hummed as you pecked his lips, getting up to get packed and checked out from one of the best weekends of your life.

You dropped your bags on the hardwood floor and felt giddy as you looked at the cabin. It was exactly what you had wanted for this.

It needed to be absolutely perfect because he had been struggling these last few weeks. You had been planning this since he had told you about his fantasy and you knew this was the right time to do this.

He needed the release.

Josh had gone above and beyond for your fantasy weekend and you wanted to do the same for him. Hence why you found yourself at a cabin buried away from any form of civilization, blocking out a full seventy-two hours to spend together.

And only one change of clothes for the entire time.

You had sent him the directions to get up here, not letting on to what your little surprise for him was. Groceries were stocked, activities planned to keep you entertained that you weren’t entirely sure you would be doing, and there was absolutely no need to leave the cabin for anything.

It was perfect.

When you knew he was going to be arriving soon, you went to the bedroom and got set up for him so everything would be ready when he got there. The front door opened and when you heard him call out into the house, you felt your heart flutter with excitement.

“Lovey?” You heard him getting closer and giggled, yelling out to him. “Don’t come in here! I’ll be out in a second,” his laughter flowed in the space over the music playing through the cabin.

“What’s going on?” When you walked out from the room, his back was to you, checking out the space you had rented for the weekend. He had a beer in his hand and when he turned, he nearly dropped the can.

“It’s your turn this weekend. I believe you said your biggest fantasy was being able to roam free, nude, and have relations anytime you wanted. Well, that’s what this weekend is. I have only one change of clothes for when we leave, otherwise I will be naked all weekend and you can freely use me whenever and wherever you want,” as you walked towards him, hands holding his jaw you saw the adoration and pure lust flash in his eyes. He swallowed hard and nodded his head, almost in a state of shock at what you were saying to him.

“Use me, Joshua. I’m yours for whatever you want,” you whispered the last bit as you lightly kissed him, waiting for his movements to come back to him and react.

You squealed as his smile broke across his face, arms circling around you and pushing you towards the couch, lips attacking your neck.

“You’re fucking perfect, I swear.” You laid flat on the couch and spread your legs, giving him the perfect view of your cunt. He groaned as your fingers went and slipped through the slick that was already coating you.

He wasted no time, stripping down to join you in the weekend of his dreams. He pulled your hips closer to his face, inhaling as your pussy met his mouth.

Licking one singular stripe up you, his forehead fell forward, resting on the inside of your thigh. “Fucking Heaven,” he used two fingers to slip into your hole, scissoring them out as you shivered at the motion. His laugh fell on your core making you jolt at the sensation, but his hands held you to him.

“We have days, mama. Don’t run from me yet,” Josh continuously lapped at you until you were seeing stars, on the verge of a total blackout. He only stopped to pull away when he felt you go limp after finishing again.

“Perfect girl,” he inched up your body, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses until his hand pinched your chin, turning you to face him. His large, dopey smile filled your vision and you met it as he slid into you.

His pants and moans met each thrust perfectly. He hit your sweet spot with each move and you felt like you were in bliss. This was exactly what you had wanted for Josh this weekend, knowing how much he needed this.

Between touring, working on the new album, and simply having to deal with everyday life, he needed this escape from reality. You had planned this to be an amazing time for him and it was extremely difficult to get it just right.

It had to be inbetween legs of the tour, a time when no one would really be looking for him, and he would be able to enjoy a few days off. A few days in the middle of nowhere that had a beautiful scenic overlook where he could let his mind rest and reset. While fucking you of course.

He couldn’t keep his hands off of you the entire first day. As you cooked dinner for you two, Josh had bent you over the counter and fucked you like his life depended on it.

“So I told them that you can’t just take it because it has to be checked out by an employee and it turned into a whole thing,” as you were chewing, Josh watched you from across the table, a hint of a smile adorning his face as he listened to you.

Your cheeks burned and you set your glass of wine down on the table. “I’ve been talking a lot. I’m sorry,” his hand grabbed yours and shook his head and chuckled, taking another bite of his food. “Don’t apologize, mama. I’ve missed you. Life’s been-” he quickly shook his head like he was trying to clear thoughts away, “it’s just that this could not have come at a better time.”

His soft smile made your stomach flip, feeling silly at how nervous you felt when he looked at you like that. Like you were the reason he was happy and you were the reason he was smiling.

It was Josh.

The sun was hitting your eyes, casting a warm glow on your skin. You didn’t move for a second, letting yourself slowly wake up. Fingers raked down your side and a sleepy grin fell on your lips. The tips of his fingers met your hip, slowly parting your legs.

Your brows furrowed in confusion as to what he was doing, your voice croaked out to him, trying to place where he was. The bed was still warm from where he had just laid and where your hand ran across the empty spot of his bed.

“Butterball?” Hair tickled the inside of your thigh and a loud gasp expelled from your lungs, eyes bursting open as his mouth lapped at your bud. Your hands found home in his hair, nails scratching at his scalp. He was in no hurry this morning, taking his time with slow and meticulous licks.

Your finish washed over you like a warm embrace, your juices soaking his chin, but he cleaned you up as you came down from your high. He inched his way up your body and connected your lips with a warm laugh.

“Good morning, lovey,” you crooned at his words, letting him brush your lips together. You played with the tuft of hair at the nape of his neck, wrapping the curls around your fingers as he hovered above you.

“It is a good morning when I get woken up by you eating me out,” he chuckled, but you pushed him onto his back, crouching in between his legs. “Let me return the favor,” he wanted to watch as you swirl your tongue around his swollen head, letting the beads of precum fall on your taste buds, but his head fell back.

His hands guided your movements, having you accept him until he sat fully sheathed inside your mouth. The tip of his cock hit the back of your throat and you fought the urge to gag, flattening your tongue on the underside of his cock. The large vein throbbed as he moaned.

As you pulled back, you hollowed out your cheeks, letting your hands work the base of him. It wasn’t going to take much to have him finish. You knew that if you continued with what you were doing it would be fast.

You were right. He jerked in your mouth and ropes of his cum painted your throat. His incoherent praises turned into babbling moans as he released your hair from his grasp, catching his breath and letting his thoughts come back to him.

Neither of you realized how late you had slept in until you went to make breakfast, noticing it was actually lunch now. You lightly swayed to music and when you glanced at the deck, you saw Josh sitting out there.

His bare back had a tanned glow on it, hair an unruly mess, but his hands were fast at work with whatever artistic rendering he was working on. Your teeth sank into your lip, biting back a smile with how at peace he seemed. Like there wasn’t a care in the world that he needed to be plagued with at that moment.

You walked out to the deck, plate in hand with food, setting it down on the table next to him and turned to go back inside, but his arm caught your waist too fast. He pulled you onto his thigh and placed a chaste kiss on your cheek.

“Hi mama. Thank you for lunch. Stay out here with me for a bit, okay?” You nodded and remained out there with him for the entire afternoon. Talking about anything and everything, scribbling down writing ideas, while he drew and painted.

As the sun dipped into the horizon, casting the sky in breathtaking hues of purples, oranges, and pinks, Josh looked like a renaissance painting come to life. The golden glow that he sat in, the small gap in his teeth, the way his fingers lazily traced over the bare expanse of your thigh all had your stomach fluttering.

His eyes cast over the side of your face as your head tilted back in laughter at something he had said, still sitting firmly on his lap, but as your giggles subsided, his lips gingerly kissed across your collarbones.

Small pecks to your shoulder, down your arm, on each of your fingertips had your breath hitching in your throat. He slowly turned you in his lap to straddle him. His dick was hard, pressing into your folds as you brought your lips to his and let his tongue push past your own.

It wasn’t urgent and exigent. It was passionate and decorative. His hands splayed across your bare back, letting you move in tandem circles, his light thrusts meeting your moves. It was done in the open like the natural and magnificent thing Josh knew sex was. He was creating a sense of artistry with you and there was no one he would have rather been with in that moment than with you.

As he finished in you, it was like you two became one. Your breathes flowed from one to another. You melded together like one being. Your minds coexist as one. It was like there was no one else in the world but you two. It was art.

Not every meeting was like that. That symbolic and deep. There were times where it needed to be a release for one of you or for both.

In times like that, you both had an agreed upon safe word. You hadn’t had to use it yet and neither had Josh, but it was there just in case.

Your phone went off late, far later than normal, but you knew he and his brothers had been doing all night sessions at the studio just trying to get the album on a rolling pace.

Butterball-I’m on my way over. I’ll be there in ten minutes

By the time you had read the message, he was already at the door. Being preoccupied with laundry and stupid house chores that you did not want to be bothered with, Josh was a happy and welcome distraction.

It had been a particularly shitty week at work and your mind was a scattered mess. What you thought would be a release for you both, did not turn out that way.

When you opened the door for him, going to greet him with a kiss, he shut it down immediately, pushing you up against the wall.

“Not in the mood for that tonight. I want you to go to the room, get naked, and just lay there until I’m ready, okay?” You only nodded, knowing exactly where the night was heading and what he wanted.

As you laid there waiting for him, he entered the room, grabbing your ankle and pulling you towards the end of the bed. “I don’t want to hear you talk tonight, okay? All I’ve been dealing with is fucking noise and I’m done,” his pants came down, spitting on your core as he rubbed his head against you.

“I love that you are just my perfect cock slut, waiting for me whenever I need you,” his hand covered your mouth as you moaned, trying to bite back the sounds as he spoke over you.

As he was fucking into you, his hands trailed from your mouth down to your neck, only applying light pressure. The mixture of the degrading words coming from him that you normally did not mind, typically finding it a turn on, the force of his fucking, and the pressure of his hands had your mind spinning, all becoming too much too fast.

Tears streamed down your face and although you tried to tough it out, tonight you just couldn’t.

“Jo-Josh, tambourine, tambourine,” breath rushed back into your lungs as he removed his hands from you, pulling out and watching as you rolled over, grabbing the blanket as you went.

“Lovey, are you okay?” Your Josh was back in an instant, concern taking him over as he watched you try to catch your breath. You nodded, sitting up and avoiding eye contact. You felt horrible, guilt riddling you knowing that he needed this release tonight and that you couldn’t help.

“Can I touch you?” He held his hands out to you, slowly moving to cup your cheeks as you nodded. “Hey, look at me,” you moved your eyes to connect with his, seeing the worry dance in them.

“I’m sorry, Josh,” he pecked your lips and placed gentle kisses over every inch of your face. “Don’t apologize to me, lovey. I need to apologize to you. I was too rough, I’m sorry,” you offered a comforting smile, letting him wrap his arms around you, hugging you to him.

“How about you go take a bath, we order some food, lay down and watch a movie, yeah?” You nodded at his words, watching as his smile came across his face for the first time that night. Comfort.

You stood in the shower, Josh directly behind you, one hand around your neck, having you stand flush against him as his fingers lightly skirted across your wet skin. His lips hovered above, breath fanning on the droplets, almost mesmerized to be this close to you. In this context.

It sent a shiver of anticipation through you. Yearning for his touch, on edge as you waited for his next action.

When his phone’s ringtone shrieked into the bathroom, you jumped apart. It was like you two had been caught although that wasn't what happened. Not even close. His head poked out and saw his brother's name on the top of the screen and he sheepishly smiled at you.

“I was supposed to meet them at one,” you stepped towards him and nodded, running your hands through his wet locks. “I want that to be rule number three,” his lips brushed over yours, a huff of a laugh falling on them.

“What? To not miss lunch dates with my brothers?” You rolled your eyes, grabbing the removable showerhead and pointing it directly in his face, laughing as he tried to get away from the water pummeling him.

RULE NUMBER THREE: NO ONE CAN KNOW

Close calls happened few and far between, but when they did it always brought you back to the reality of the situation. Back to the brutal honesty of what you were really doing. And who you were doing it with.

Josh had you bent over a couch backstage at some show that you honestly couldn’t remember the location of if you tried. This backstage area was far smaller than what they were typically used to which also means that everyone was far closer than you were typically used to.

His hand was covering your mouth, fingers lightly hooked in your cheek, and his grunts were quieter. He wasn’t as talkative, simply not being able to because the chance of being heard outside the flimsy door that separated you from them would give way to any and all noise.

When the door handle jimmied, both of your eyes darted to it, motions stopping. “Josh?” He held up a finger to his mouth, motioning for you to remain silent. All while he picked his motions back up. Your eyes rolled as he slowly hit the spongy spot inside of you that only he knew how to find.

“Yeah, Sam?” His voice was as even as ever, not a hint to what was actually happening. He wanted to push the limits with you, hand snaking around your waist to make fast circles on your clit. You squeezed around him at the motion, having him falter momentarily. His head fell forward, eyes fluttering as you purposely did the motion again.

Two could play at this game.

“Why is your door locked?” You started moving against him, meeting his motions, ass bouncing against his pelvis with every thrust. “Because I need just a second-” his words faltered, a small moan coming from him as he tried to speak, clearing his throat, “a second to myself, Sam.”

The door handle shook again and Josh groaned at his brother's whiny tone coming through. “Well, open the door! I need to talk to you,” Josh picked his pace up, not wanting to let this end, but wanting to make it quick.

“Jesus Christ, Sam! I’ll be out in a minute!” Your laughter flew from your throat before you could catch it at the two of them bickering like they were. Your eyes went wide to match your lovers as the movement stopped at the door.

“Is someone in there with you?” You rapidly shook your head at him, telling him to say no as a shit eating grin plastered itself on his face. “Yeah, someone is in here with me.” Your mouth fell open into a wide "o" as your orgasm coursed through you, body going limp as his hand found home over your mouth again to stifle the noises.

Josh pulled out of you seconds later, painting your lower back and ass with his cum. He was jerking himself through his finish as his brother spoke again. You heard your name, but the ringing in your ears from finishing was still prevalent so you weren’t entirely sure what he was saying, but you knew Josh wasn’t going to let on to what happened.

You trusted him. You always did.

You pulled up to Jake and Jita’s housewarming party with Josh. They had just gotten an adorable place outside of Nashville together and were doing their first dinner party as one.

Josh had offered to pick you up and take you given you had no idea where the house was and when you had got sent the invite he was sitting right next to you on your couch, eating Indian takeout.

“It’ll just be easier. Less cars to park on their new street,” you only nodded, agreeing with him at the time, but the more you thought about it, the more it sent your mind racing. Of course you two had shown up at events together, but not since you had been sleeping with one another.

You didn’t have time to dwell on it because when you two arrived, after being a complete tease to Josh all afternoon at the store while you tried to pick out a gift for them, the party was already in full swing.

Teasing Josh had been your favorite pastime as of late and you had no plans on stopping at the house. Sure, it was going to be risky, but worth it in the end for the punishment. So worth it.

The flirty glances, brushing up against him as you leaned over to grab a drink, hand moving across his lap when you were sitting at the large dining table to pick up his dropped napkin. Each time you made the move, he would breathe heavily, nostrils would flare, he was a permanent shade of red.

Danny commented on his flush state tonight as he tried to eat, but was acting much quieter than was normal for him. “You feeling alright?” Josh’s head snapped towards him, forcing a smile as you leaned forward to overdramatically look over his features, resting a hand on his forehead.

“Yeah, you look a little flush, Josh.” Your hand lightly moved down his temple to his cheek, his eyes holding your gaze tightly. His voice dropped once he knew the attention had moved away from him, so low only you could hear.

“I want you out in the Jeep in five minutes,” he stood quickly from the table, grabbing his car key and making his way out the front door as everyone made their way to the living room and back patio after dinner had ended.

You clenched on nothing, hand resting on your chest to get your heart rate down. When four minutes had passed, you hastily made your way out to his Jeep and when you saw him sitting in the back, hand stroking himself, your mouth watered at the sight.

“C’mon, mama. Get in,” you followed his instructions and climbed in the backseat as he continued pleasuring himself. “You’ve been a fucking tease, you know that?” His head rested on the seats, eyes connecting with yours as his motions continued.

When you didn’t respond, his hand reached out and grabbed your own, placing it on his cock. “I asked you a question,” you stammered out a response as you tried to focus, only able to look at his achingly hard dick.

“I know and I’m so sorry,” his laugh was humorless as he slowly let you jerk him. “No you’re not. Don’t lie to me,” your lips darted out to moisten them, eyes snapping up to his as he moved your hand with his. “So, tonight, you’re going to watch me get off,” he removed your hand from him, picking up his pace again, “and you get nothing.”

The pout that formed on your face let on to your disappointment, not happy with the punishment he had chosen. Normally it ended up with you not being able to walk, not being left horny and begging.

His free hand came up to your face and cupped your cheek before lightly tapping it. “Don’t pout at me. I made up my mind.” There was nothing you could do except sit back and watch as he quickly approached his end.

When he did finish, a long moan fell from him, head falling back, adam's apple bobbing as he tried to catch his breath as he released into his hand. “Joshy,” you murmured, inching closer to get your lips on his.

“What mama?” He let you kiss him, but shook his head as you tried to push your tongue in his mouth. “Don’t try to sweeten your way with me,” his smile took over his face as he laughed, dimples showed.

“Guys! What’re you doing? Come on, it’s dessert time!” You jumped as you heard Danny’s voice shout from the front porch. “We’ll be right in!” You yelled back, erupting in a fit of giggles as he went back inside.

His fingers pinched your chin, pulling you to him once more. “Be good for the rest of the night and I might change my mind.”

You laid on the couch, feet resting on Josh’s lap as he handed you the bowl of grapes. The two of you had spent the entire last day tangled with one another, but now as you sat watching tv together, it was like it had always been.

His hands drummed on your calf to an imaginary beat, but stopped when he got his attention fixed on you. “So are we going to do this?” You paused the show and shrugged, almost afraid to look in his direction, knowing he was trying to get you to look at him.

“I don’t see why not,” he took a grape from your hand and gave you an overly animated smile as he popped it into his mouth.

“Just don’t fall in love with me, mama.”

RULE NUMBER FOUR: NO FALLING IN LOVE

He was fucked. He knew he was fucked when he woke up in the cabin, an hour before you as the sun had just started to peek in through the open window and curtains.

You were both still entirely nude, savoring the time you two would have with each other. He wasn't sure how much he was going to be able to get in while you two were here, but he would be damned if he didn't try his hardest.

Your bare back was cast in a warm morning glow, rising and falling easily as your head lay on his chest. His fingers played with your hair, enamored as he watched your eyelids lightly flutter. He wondered what you dreamed about. If he was in them because lately he noticed that all of his had you streaming into them.

When he watched you move around the kitchen and make you two dinners, he thought about you doing that every weekend for the two of you. He would take weekdays of course, knowing how tired you were after work.

When he heard your laughter fill the space around him, he knew he would do anything he could for the rest of his life if it meant being able to hear that sound every single day.

When he felt your soft skin tremble and shake under his fingers because of the pleasure he was giving you, it was like you had scorched yourself into his memory because he would never forget how you felt.

When he tasted your release mixed with his own, creating a perfect combination of you two in the most intimate way there could possibly be, he would travel the world on his hands and knees to get the craving of you satisfied.

When he smelt the sweet vanilla and coffee notes of your perfume as you waltzed by him, shooting instant serotonin into his mind, some form of aromatherapy that made him feel at complete peace because it meant you were near.

It all combined to create one formation of a soul that he knew was meant to be pure and astonishing to captivate all those that came into contact with you. To touch others with a form of love that inspired them and jolted them with energy in a way only you could.

He had fallen in love with you.

Josh had been gone for weeks. You ached for him and missed him. Sure, the sex, too, but just for the presence of your best friend again. You longed for him.

You had plans to see him tomorrow, go out to lunch and spend the day with one another like old times. You had been giddy about it for over a week, but as you went to lay down for the night, a small knock sounded at your door.

His head was downcast, showing the crown of his head and when you opened it for him and he stepped in, a shaky and forced smile appeared. He didn’t hesitate to grab you, crushing you to him, and breathing in and out shallowly.

“Butterball?” You walked backwards with him, noticing he hadn’t moved, but you closed the door and stood there, waiting for him to. Your hands inched up to his scalp, raking your fingers across it, slowly swaying as you did.

After a few moments, you pulled back, but his hands tightened. “Hey, I’m not going anywhere, okay? Let’s go lay down,” your thumbs brushed under his eyes, noticing the deep bags there. He nodded and let you lace your fingers with his, gently tugging him towards the bedroom.

As you laid down, his head found home on your chest, listening to your steady heartbeat underneath his ear. “Missed you,” was all he whispered, but you felt your shirt growing wet and felt the tremor of his shoulders as he cried.

“Joshy? What’s going on babe?” You felt his head raise, eyes locking with yours as more tears brimmed in them. “I’m just so tired, lovey. Just wanna sleep,” you nodded, giving a smile and pushing his head back to where it was before.

“Anything you want, butterball,” you heard his soft chuckle through the tears, sniffling, but his breathing evened out seconds after.

Guilt racked your body. You knew this was what he wanted and loved, but seeing the toll it took on him it was hard. The mental exhaustion, the general fatigue, the impact it had on him was too much for him to handle at times. It was rare that it happened, but it did.

But he turned to you for comfort. That he knew he could turn to you when he needed you. He knew you could offer him a sense of home.

It’s what you did for people you love. It’s what you would do ten times over for him because you did. You loved him.

Those were the rules you two swore by to make this work. And you had fucked up the biggest and most important one of all.

“Hey, can I talk to you for a second?” You put your robe on as Josh redressed, needing to get back to the studio for the rest of the night. His smile grew as he slipped his shoe on and nodded his head.

“Okay, so I have a date on Friday.” His back was facing you, but you could see him stop all of his movements. “What?” He hadn’t turned to face you, but you wanted to see his reaction.

In all honesty, you didn’t want to go on this date. It was with some guy your friend worked with and you were thinking of canceling. Depending on how Josh reacted of course.

“Yeah, I’m not sure how I feel about it. Not sure if I’m interested,” you were trying to play it as nonchalantly as possible, playing with the tie of your robe. “You should go,” he cut you off and you froze.

He stood and walked out of the room without another word, leaving you standing rooted to your spot.

You didn’t hear from him for two weeks after that. You didn’t go on that stupid date. You never wanted to. You wanted Josh to tell you not to go. To confirm that what you had been feeling had been mutual. It answered it in a different way. A way you dreaded.

You missed your best friend. Which is why turning your relationship with him into a best friends with benefits situation was the stupidest thing you could have ever done.

Butterball- Come over in ten?

It was like a slap across the face. It was the agreement, not to make this into something more. It had worked for years, but it wasn’t working for you anymore.

When he appeared at your door an hour later, he was pissed. You opened it for him, realizing it was the middle of a Saturday afternoon when he had sent you that message. The first one you had ignored.

“So, what, we’re done? The arrangements over?” You laughed, arms crossing over your chest at how brazen he was. “I haven’t seen or heard from you in two weeks and that’s what you’re concerned with. If the sex is over,” it came out quiet, like you were in disbelief because you were.

“You’re the one who didn’t call me after that fucking date!” You rolled your eyes as he raised his voice. “I didn’t go on that fucking date, Josh! I never wanted to go!” You fell silent as his eyes watched you, the hardness diminishing as quickly as it had come.

“You didn’t go?” You shook your head, anger piercing you. “No, Josh. I didn’t fucking go. I didn’t want to go,” he rubbed his face and calmed his breathing down.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, lovey. I didn’t want you to go on that date. I thought-” he shrugged, trying to place his thoughts in order, “I thought you and I were more.”

You didn’t respond, a memory jumping into your mind that had a chuckle leaving you. “Do you know why I call you butterball?” When you made eye contact, he shook his head, lip tilting into a smile.

“When I spent that Thanksgiving with your family the year after we met, every single time I asked you to get me a piece of turkey, you would give me ham and you would place turkey on your plate,” your laughter started to shake your body as you spoke. “I don’t know if you just weren’t comprehending what I was saying or if you knew that you were giving me ham, but you ate like three pounds of turkey.”

You were wiping tears away from your eyes, but caught your breath. “Josh, I fucked up. I broke rule number four, but I don’t care. I love you, I do, but if you don’t feel the same I don’t know how I’ll handle that.” You shook your head, trying to get the thoughts of rejection out of your mind.

He walked towards you, hands cradling your jaw as he connected your lips. “I’ve been in love with you for over a year, mama. I was willing to take any part of you that you would give me and if that meant being in your life to simply have sex then I was willing to do that.”

It was Josh.

“Okay, so how do we do this?” You wiped your clammy hand on your pants, spotting your group sitting at a table in a restaurant you all loved to frequent. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his side. “We’re just going to walk in together, no need for a big announcement.” You nodded, letting him place a gentle kiss on you full of reassurance and strength and love.

Exhaling a shaky breath, you entered as one, Josh clinging to you like you were going to float away from him. When Jake and Sam’s eyes fell on you both, Jake flew back in his chair, anger taking over his face as Sam exploded from his.

“I fucking told you they were together! I fucking told you! $1000 right here right now, baby!” Sam came over to you both, slinging his arm around your shoulders.

“So, how long you two been bumpin’ uglies?”

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