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redbirdbella · 3 years

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@clintasha-week advent calendar day 25 - holidays

No hate against quiet celebrations of christmas i just really want to write a found family fic. My last advent calendar day!!!

The Invitation arrives mid-November.

You are cordially invited to Morgan Starks first Christmas. The 23rd to the 27th of December.

Great. Just great. It's a little too early for Christmas but either Peppers excellent organisational skills or Tony's excitement had got the better of one of them. She should reply, she really should, she loves her little goddaughter. But Christmas has always been a quiet affair, a lazy day between her and Clint. One where she didn't have to walk around with her guards up, ready for anything. She pins the invitation to her notice board and mentally makes a note to reply, once she's made a decision.

Then HYDRA rears their ugly head and Christmas becomes more of an afterthought. Its Clint who gives her the nudge she needs.

"So what's the plan for Christmas?"

Natasha shrugs "It's Morgan's first Christmas"

"Yeah, I know. That normally happens once someone's had a baby"

"I'd like to be there"

"Yeah?" Clint asks smile rising to his cheeks, "Pepper says it's just going to be low key. Just the Avengers, Bucky, Rhodey, Happy and Peter and his Aunt. We can bring Lucky. Leave early if it gets too much"

Natasha nods. That sounded - tolerable. "At least I won't have to cook"

It sounded simple. Just RSVP but nothing could ever be simple for Tony. There's even a freaking timetable for her to agree too.

They should arrive anytime on the 23rd but preferably in time for the adults-only party in the evening. The words PETER CAN ATTEND BUT WILL NOT BE SERVED ALCOHOL have been written in pen underneath. The 24th involves baking and board games and carol singing and a visit from Santa followed by a child-friendly fancy dress party in the evening. The 25th is Christmas. Presents encouraged, Pyjamas only. The 26th is an open house with exclusive invitations to those Tony deems worthy of paying homage to his baby daughter. She knows that Hills been invited so that'll be - nice.

They receive time off from SHIELD starting the 16th so there's a rush to get presents (I mean what do you get a billionaire and an 8-month-old?!) acceptable pyjamas and a fancy dress costume. Clint decides they should be pirates so he can master the eye patch ready to take over from Fury. Natasha leaves that to Clint using the time to buy her archer a few presents. A new lead for Lucky and a Tourist's guide to Budapest amongst other things. She spoils Morgan into a state of rotten worse than the back of Clint's fridge but it's worth it or it will be.

It's already by the 23rd. Just. She'd be lying if she wasn't still wrapping presents under Lucky's supervision in the back of the quin jet on the way over to Tony's Minnesota mansion. The sun is dipping as they arrive exchanging hugs and a quick squeeze with Morgan before she needs to go to bed. She's surprised to find she doesn't hate it. They give them space to settle into their rooms. Separate accommodation had been provided, but one instantly becomes a luggage storage facility. No one comments. It's nice even when Jarvis directs them down to the Outside barn for the party. It's smart casual, laid back and lit up with fairy lights and a moderate Tree in pride of place. Like someone had put real thought and care into who and what they were doing. Theirs an ice sculpture that's giving out some sort of non-alcoholic punch. A pool table, air hockey table and various amusements but it's the target practice area built into the corner with various weapons from axes to darts that they make a beeline too. Clint quickly claiming the bow. It's a nice icebreaker. Bucky and Clint hit it off occupying two of the lanes showing off to no one but each other, leaving Natasha and Steve to talk.

"Your Clint is good isn't he- there's not much between them. Your Clint. My Bucky" he's had a little to drink but Natasha doesn't care. They've earn't this.

"He's not my boyfriend"

"I know. You're just sweet on him and he's sweet on you. It's nice to see you both happy" Steve says knowingly.

That just about sums it up. She's sweet on him -for him. Just about him.

"Yeah, I'm just sweet on him" she nods.

"Good. Think he's got a fan" he says tipping his bottle towards the young Spiderman who Clint greets warmly.

Natasha smiles downing the rest of her drink in one "Ever thrown an axe before Cap?"

Slowly the numbers in the building rise until everyone's arrived and it's - nice. Really nice. Just a relaxed evening with people she considers friends. She doesn't think once about home or switch to the 5D chess or Machiavellian mind games. They all call it a night at 2 am for fear of waking Morgan but Tony assures them the Barn will be open to use thorough out the stay. Perfect.

Lucky wakes them early the next morning. Too early. but he still manages to drag them on a walk exploring the gardens of the house. It's beautiful even as the snow starts to fall driving Lucky crazy. Clint holds her hand once the mansions out if view. "Need to keep them warm or Morgan will scream the place down when hold her"

They walk until the winter sun rises enough to melt the snow clouds and return to the house Jarvis greeting them upon arrival. Apparently most of the house were in the kitchen baking- or at least attempting to. Only Rhodey seemed to be busy with a few saucepans. The pantry is well stocked though and Steves happy enough to try his hand at gingerbread to escape Bucky and Sam's endless bickering. Natashas just happy to hold the sleeping Morgan, Lucky laying on her lap as Pepper gives Clint the pantry tour. She can't escape the nagging worry that she's not worrying enough until Morgan wakes and stares longingly at the next Christmas tree of the Starks small forest. She gives her a tour and gets roped into help Clint with cookies when Morgan gets hungry and Clint forgets the correct conversion rate between metric and imperial. They're good though melting into her mouth as Clint offers her out a bite. She can feel eyes on them but she doesn't care. They don't care, she reasons or they'd have commented when they'd disappeared into the same bedroom the night before. The afternoon starts as planned with boardgames but quickly dissolves into chaos once it becomes clear that playing trivial pursuit with 3 geniuses, two people with somewhat blank memories of the past 60 years and a Norse god will simply end in tears. It moves to charades which Clint cheats at using ASL to end his torturous turns as soon as possible. Peter soon figures that out causing them to move swiftly onto Jenga the ultimate superhero lever. The games are long drawn out competitive things. It's taken more seriously than most of their missions Natasha notes with a grin. She melts into Steve's arms letting her whisper trash talk into her ear, maybe he's more fun than he first appears. It lasts until Morgan decides it shouldn't screeching and whimpering and demanding a nap. Ruining the quiet calm required for competitive Jenga. Slowly the party breaks away, Tony reminding them of the carols and Santa's visit promised later. Natasha promises to come only to see Morgan's reaction Clint had a $50 bet she'd cry at the sight of the new Intruder, presents be dammed. He's unfortunately right and it takes her through half of the carols (and some of those own songs that mention too much war to be specifically Yuletide) to settle into Pepper's arms before doing the tour of all her Uncles and Aunty's. She coos at Natasha obviously complaints about the new red intruder, but one tickle under her chin and she bursts into giggles.

"Your a natural" Pepper says with a smile, "Obviously her favourite"

Natasha savours the cuddles for a little longer before handing her back carefully removing her little hands from her curls.

"Thank you, Natalie, we are going to have a little nap ahead of the party tonight. Starts at seven. Back here, it's too cold for this little one in the barn. She'll want to see all the costumes hopefully you'll be much happier when it's all your friends dressed up, huh, baby" Pepper coos.

She whisks the little one away before the tears can flow once again leaving Natasha to care for her own needy creature who is just desperate for a walk.

Clint has laid out their costumes on the bed. The costumes are beautiful, Clints has a definite focus on his arms sleeved cut enough to draw attention to each muscle. The swords are surprisingly substantial.

"Mine from the circus"

"A pirate in the circus?!"

"A swordsman in a circus?"

He grins "exactly would you like to learn?"

She smiles picking one up and testing its weight. "I think I can figure it out. Most weapons are fairly intuitive"

"Ready then? Let's see if you can figure it out"

He meets her sword swinging it gently into hers. She grins and meets it using the motion to try and push him off balance. It's ineffective so he capitalises using the swing in her weight to knock her backwards on to the bed but he's too confident in knocking her down leaning too far forward that it would be rude not to bring him down with her.

"Hey" he grins, not exactly disappointed by his new position.

"Hi" She whispers standing up before the blush can rise to her cheeks "You'll have to bring these to SHIELD one day. Give me a proper lesson."

Clint agrees completing a quick change into his pirate costume. Natasha isn't one for fantasy but she can make one exception letting her mind wander.

"Your turn?" He says before putting on his boots.

She doesn't even need to question the sizing if anyone's Natashas body it's him. She changes quickly staring at her self in the mirror. What would madam say at this act of childishness dressing up for a child barely able to comprehend their presence let alone who they are dressing up as. Whatever she would say it doesn't matter Clint wraps his arms around her waist.

"This has been surprisingly Ok. Christmas with the family"

Natasha leans back into his arms "It's complicated, but I wouldn't want to be anywhere else"

"Welcome to Christmas" he laughs, "now I just need to get the mutt ready, You wanna be a pirate bud?"

Lucky complains about the pirate flag neckerchief until the fuss arrives at the party. Steve and Bucky and Sam have dressed in 1940s attire. Bruce in his lab coat and goggles. Thor surprisingly as a firefighter though Natasha isn't sure how he learnt about them but she's sure it's a long story. Rhodey as a member of top gun. Peter is some sort of star wars character Clint recognises on sight though the teenager seems more distracted by his Aunt and Happys couples costume. Tony and Pepper are attendees of Jurassic park the two scientists that become a couple if Natasha remembers the films. Morgan dressed in a dinosaur all in one.

"Oh, you are terrifying" Natasha coos offering her arms out for the little girl. She chirps and delightedly reaching for her hat.

Pepper hands her across returning to grown-up conversation with May and Happy.

Natasha let's her hold the hat bringing her to the sofa and to Lucky's waiting nose.

"Does she smell like dinosaur" Natasha coos letting Morgan pat at Lucky's ears. She manages to keep a hold of her goddaughter for most of the night but she has a curiosity for hats swapping quickly to gain a small collection. She falls asleep playing with Clint's buttons and that draws to a sudden close. Tony smiles that new smile he's developed just for his daughter and takes her into his arms.

"Jarvis will drop off breakfast in bed tomorrow if required. Presents opening at 10.30"

The rest of the evening is a timeless blur of a short walk for Lucky, Warm showers and bed before waking up in Clint's arms as Lucky nudges her arms. Apparently jet lag is harder to adapt to when you're a Canine.

"Merry Christmas Lucks" She whispers brushing her fingers through his hair. They're walking fifteen minutes later holding hands today simply out of habit. They discuss gifts and tell stories until they can no longer feel their fingers when they get back no matter how hard Clint holds her. The ice melts away as they eat breakfast, warm Pastries on a platter left by Jarvis dressed in her new pyjamas. It's a new sort of intimacy. Childlike and raw but it's not awkward. Not like she fears.

They give presents amongst friends when 10.30 rolls around. It's tolerable everyone opening presents at once no one needing to explain or pretend. She needs to work on her pretending, she decides as she opens present after present and finds herself liking most of the presents. It's easy to slip under the radar and just enjoy opening presents or watching others open they're own. Well, that is until Clint opens his tourist guide to Budapest his pointed look puncturing the mood until everyone's quiet.

"I know you've been meaning to visit," Natasha says with a grin.

"Yes, I've been told Budapest is very beautiful at Christmas time" Clint returns flicking through the book.

"Well?" Sam asks "is that it?"

"Thank you Natasha," Clint says with a nod when he reaches the back page.

"Fine keep your secrets" Sam mutter's returning to his own pile.

They settle in for Lunch and then nap in front of the fireplace after the queen's speech. Tony had indicated a childhood tradition enforced by his butler. She holds Morgan as they doze pulling the little one in close.

"So this is Christmas huh?"

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eye-raq · 5 years

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Happy Holidays Brielle: Vol.5

Im still gonna finish this juicy ride regardless if it’s christmas or not lol

Erik and Brielle enjoy a sexy Christmas together in NYC

Warnings: FLUFFY and SMUTTY

Vol.1 Vol.2 Vol.3 Vol.4

DECEMBER 25th 2018: Christmas Day!!

I don't want a lot for Christmas There's just one thing I need I don't care about the presents Underneath the Christmas tree I just want you for my own More than you could ever know Make my wish come true All I want for Christmas Is you

Erik damn near shot up in Brielle’s bed out of his deep slumber, knocking his head against the headboard behind him. Loud barking from Muffin could be heard and then out of nowhere, the soft small frame of his brat hopping on him to straddle him excitedly caught him off guard.

Erik picks up one of her lavender silk pillows, throwing it over his face, crossing his arms over it to keep her from grabbing the pillow away.

“Come on Scrooge it’s Christmas!!!” Brielle wore a fitted Christmas onesie with a butt flap that read spank me under the mistletoe. She had antlers on her head as well, her Cartier bracelet shining and the gold of her name necklace shining as well. She had a big bright white smile plastered over her pouty lips, bouncing on Erik’s crotch to get a rouse out of him.

“Brie Brie give me like...five minutes.” Erik’s voice was like a chair scraping across a hardwood floor, all scratchy and groggy. She heard him sniffle a little, then letting out a groan.

“Erik, are you getting sick?!” She had a blinking expression on her face.

With that he removed the pillow, his dreads sticking up oddly and his eyes low. He rubbed at his nose with the palm of his hand rough before sniffling loudly, his broad nose reddened at the tip like Rudolph himself.

“You are aren’t you?!!” Brielle was bug eyed, like her eyes weren’t big enough as it is.

“Is that song on repeat?” He asked in annoyance, the song began playing again, causing Brielle to sing in his lap. She actually sounded pretty good, her tone was a little flat but all in all she sounded sweet and melodic.

“What you need is some cinnamon apple tea, and a nice hot breakfast.” She hopped off of him, slipping on her chestnut ugg slippers, pulling out a gift bag from her closet.

“Before I go whip us up something, why don’t you put on your first Christmas gift.” Brielle handed Erik the glittery bag with a mistletoe on it, some of the glitter getting on his bare chest.

“I’m not a fucking Christmas decoration Brie Brie I don’t want glitter on me.” With a stern expression etched across his face.

“What else would you like me to put on you then?” Erik looked over at her, watching as she wagged her eyebrows, casing him to laugh.

“You make me sick.” He responded playfully.

Erik pulls the red tissue paper out of the bag, finally staring down at the item within it.

“You serious?” He spoke languidly.

it was a red cotton onesie with a hood the fabric clearly having no room to breathe. On the back embroidered in gold was the outlining of a Jaguar with the eyes embroidered an emerald green.

“I figured we could match this morning for the holiday!” She was very very excited, jumping up and down, clapping her hands together.

“If I wear this, you at least gotta suck my dick first. My dick is..”

Erik lifted the covers back, showing off his solid erection that twitched against the fabric of his briefs.

“Stiff as a fucking rock.”

She nibbles on her lip, her thighs coming together to control the flutter she felt in her pussy.

“You would make me get on my knees on this wonderful holiday.” Brielle didn’t think twice as she got down on all fours, crawling towards Erik with those cute antlers on her head and her eyes sultry.

She yanked the rest of the blanket back from his body, kissing his thighs with those protruding eyes on him, letting him know that she was in complete control of this and she wanted the dick.

“Santa you know I love sucking your dick, either way I would sucked it.” She was right, it didn’t matter if he wore the damn thing or not she was going to taste him over and over.

“Why don’t you grab your phone and record me while I suck it dry.” Erik reaches over to where he slept, grabbing his phone from under the pillow, swiping left to pull up his camera. She didn’t feel like waiting until he was ready either, automatically sucking him up, allowing her spit to drool down with every stroke of her mouth and suction from her pouty lips. Brielle pops her mouth off as she stares into that camera, her eyes never leaving, a small smile gracing her lips.

“You ain’t scared huh?” Spoke Erik low.

“How can I be afraid when I got this good dick in my mouth.” She gives the underside of his dick a flick of her tongue earning a jerk of his hips. She repeated the same action, a hiss escaping his mouth.

“You like it when I lick the tip?” She licked slow, then kissed it.

“I know it’s your absolute favorite.” She talked into that camera so innocently it rendered Erik speechless, the HD view he was provided with had him loss for words and all he could do was sit there open mouthed, his eyes unblinking as he recorded his little helper.

She used the topside of her tongue to give him long licks, the surface of her taste buds adding texture to her technique. The fact that she took her time with stimulation while sucking him off had him begging her to keep going and to never stop without words, because his body did the talking for him.

“I aim to please my man. I love this good dick in my dirty little mouth.” Erik nods his head in agreement, bottom lip red and swollen from the assault of his teeth.

“I bet you ain’t never have a chick suck it like I do…can they do this?” Brielle lowered her entire mouth over the dick and she started clenching and unclenching the inside of her jaws, the flesh from the corners of her mouth squeezing him repeatedly, spit spilling out and to his pelvis each time. Erik reaches out to hold her in place, his eyebrows pinched and his mouth agape.

She hummed over him, the vibration making him flex his abs.

Brielle lifts for air, smiling up at Erik with a wink of her eye.

“Never had that shit have you Daddy?” Erik shakes his head no. Brielle strokes his dripping wet dick, the sound similar to the sound of churning butter.

Brielle takes both of her hands, moving them in a grinding motion.

“I’ll show you what you’ve been missing Daddy, I’ll show you what your friends wish they had.” She started off kissing his tip again, dragging it out so she could relish in the sweet beautiful agony of his body squirming. With her one hand stroking, she trailed kisses down to his balls, her lips feather like, and when she drew back it always left a perfect suction. Erik’s head went back and the phone in his hand shook a little. She went back to grinding her hands over him, her mouth latched to his dick now, sucking perfectly. It was so damn wet, the more she sucked the more spit produced.

She opened her lips slightly to gently squeeze the top of his penis, then she went in for the kill and began deep throating him. It was like the back of her throat was a bottomless pit, no gagging, no choking, just long strokes with her mouth like he was stroking her pussy.

“That’s it baby work it, suck it.” Erik just started instructing his Bratty Brie.

“There you go baby, there you go give daddy that mouth. Give me that FUCKING MOUTH.”

She popped her mouth off of him.

“Give you this throat daddy?”

“Yeah gimmie that shit like I said.”

She licked and kissed his dick.

“You gonna take it from me?”

“Fuck yes.”

She strokes him, batting her eyes in the camera.

“Then fuck this mouth like you tryna rob me.”

She lowered back over him deep, watching as Erik’s hands came to grip her by her antlers, flexing up into her mouth repeatedly. You could hear the gurgling and he could feel the tip of his dick stroke the inside of her cheek. She then made an “O” shape with her lips, making it as tight as possible, applying pressure around his penis.

“Keep doing that and watch me paint the back of your throat, how ever deep that might be.”

She used her head as movement only, bobbing up and down first only on his tip, and now taking the entire length of him. Erik shook his head in blissful agony, his hands now gripping the sheets on her bed bringing the fabric rough between his fingers as he fucked up into her mouth while she bobbed that pretty little head.

“Ain’t no way another chick can suck it like you do!” He spoke that through clenched teeth.

“You dirty bitch.” The feeling alone made him want to call her his nasty, slutty, filthy little bitch.

She popped her mouth off again, stroking his chocolate stick.

“That’s all I am? Just a dirty little bitch? Nothing else?” She sunk back over him then.

“Now that you mention it you a nasty little slut too.” The dirty talk alone made her keep going.

“Your mouth is a filthy wet hole that I could fuck for hours.”

Erik was close and the closer he became, the more his voice wavered, stumbling over his words.

“You-you tryna make daddy cum my little….” he couldn’t even finish, the feeling too much to handle.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck…” he began shaking, his balls tightened, and his eyes squeezed shut.

“YEAH!!” And with that he fell back onto the bed, his body jerking as his hips bucked into her mouth. He came alright, but Brielle wasn’t finished.

“Damn Brie Brie!” Erik lifts up on his elbows watching her work it up again.

“You not playing are you?” He had a look of disbelief.

She didn’t respond as her mouth kept on going, still deep, still wet, still tight.

“You deserve all the gifts and all the kisses and all the hugs..” Erik started petting her hair, a moan escaping his mouth every single time. It sounded desperate, like he was defeated, like he was crying out for her to keep going. It was the sexiest thing she heard from a man, especially Erik because he let it all go, no restraints, no shame, no embarrassment like most men feel. This was a great way to kick start her Christmas.

“You plan on cumming again for me Daddy?”

Erik simply nodded his head yes with the most innocent expression, his lip between his teeth, his eyebrows worried, his eyes low and fluttery. Brielle simply stroked him, kissing his tip each time earning more moans. She couldn’t get over this shit.

“Keep going baby?”

“Yes.” He moaned out.

“Kiss it good baby?” Brielle was supper wet and she felt her belly tighten. Was she?

“Yesss oh my fucking goddddd” He dragged that out long and urgent.

“Daddy..” Brielle gasps, feeling her liquid pool within her onesie. She lifts frantically, unzipping her onesie, hand dipping into her red boy shorts finally finding her swollen clit and pedals soaked in honey. She kneels back down, sucking and licking on Erik again with her fingers in her pussy stroking her g spot. Erik could hear her pussy all the way on the bed and her tongue was doing dangerous things to his balls and his shaft.

“Daddy cum with me.” Brielle was in complete shock. She was on the verge of cumming in her onesie from sucking Erik’s dick alone. She had to finish herself off, and the more she strokes, the more her stomach turned to knots and the more she could see herself making a mess on her carpet.

“Ah, fuck girl you got a nigga cumming again.” Erik couldn’t take his eyes off the sight of her moaning around his dick and the frantic way her fingers moved in and out of her pussy. He reached out his shaking fingers to stroke her face, her perfectly beautiful chocolate face before practically shouting, cumming down her throat so rough and thick it had her choking for the first time since she started sucking him off. Brielle’s legs clamped shut, her eyes squeezing closed as her fingers sloppily pumped into her pussy, releasing her cum all over her fingers and down her wrist.

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“Cinnamon French toast with honey and brown sugar butter, scrambled eggs with cheddar, and smoked sausage!” Brielle pulled out her fancy Noritake Crestwood Gold Rimmed Dining Set, plating the French toast in layers, powder sugar flakes littering the sweet treat and a small dish with perfectly whipped honey brown sugar butter. The eggs were oozing cheese and the smoked sausage had a maple glaze that was baked into it from the oven. Erik sat at her kitchen island, his onesie on with the hood up, those bright brown eyes eager and those long lashes sweeping the tops of his lids. He took small sips from his cinnamon apple tea, licking his lips because he loved the sweet tang of it. He could watch her operate in the kitchen with each meal of the day. She moved around with grace, she took her time with the food like it was a new born child.

You could tell she had a passion and precision with cooking like she did with designing clothes. She sang along to Donny Hathaway’s version of This Christmas. Erik even song along with her a little, meeting her pretty wide brown eyes each time she caught him singing.

“I hear you over there Mr.”

Erik shrugs.

“What can I say I’m in the Christmas spirit, first Christmas in a long time really.”

Brielle sat his plate in front of him with his butter knife and fork, walking around with hers to sit next to him.

“Can you…I mean, if it’s not a problem...I-I wanna know more about you. Who is Erik Stevens?”

Erik pauses on cutting into his French toast, meeting his brats gaze. It was sincere and curious.

“Wow. Um...yeah, I can tell you more.”

Erik adjusts his seat, clearing his throat before speaking.

“I honestly haven’t really been close with my wakandan family. It’s a lot of...hurt there...WAS a lot of hurt there and, after my father died years back I felt so much hate towards them you know?”

Brielle couldn’t respond in words, so she nods, making sure that she held Erik’s gaze. She knew he was a man of many mysteries like the Davinci Code but she also wanted him to know that he could trust her with this information.

“He was killed, and it’s wrapped up in my family...and I let that ride with me up until two years ago. I told you...what I’ve done.” Brielle lets out a breath, gripping Erik’s hand, rubbing soothing circles over it.

“And I’m sorry I went about it that way.”

“Don’t apologize.” She hushes him. Erik gives her a half smirk before clearing his throat to speak again.

“I was born N’Jadaka Udaku, not Erik Stevens. N’Jadaka, I don’t really know that nigga well.” He chuckles a little causing her to do the same.

“But, I’m a prince...and I’ve convinced myself that I should give that a try, but I’m cool with being Erik Stevens; Killmonger.”

Brielle raised a single arched brow at him.

“Killmonger huh?” Saying that brought back memories to when he told her about killing people.

“Yeah, I know Killmonger is a savage but, that’s a part of me.” She could really see his heart in his words.

“Well, I’m sorry about your father…”

“N’Jobu.” He clarifies.

“I’m sure N’Jobu is proud of his son… and your mom too right?”

Erik gives a half shrug, turning to grab his mug. Brielle noticed the shift in his mood a little.

“Oh, E...I’m so sorry babe.” She grabs his face, watching as his eyes flicked downward into his lap. He jerks a little lifting his head with a rapid blink of his captivating eyes.

“Family man...that shit can be a trip.” He looks at her leaning in to peck her soft cheek.

“You pulling at my heartstrings girl stop making me feel soft.” Erik nudges her, earning a glare.

“Why don’t you eat your food Mr Softy.” Erik laughs an addictive laugh, finally cutting into his French toast, dipping it into the whipped butter and taking no time to put it into his mouth. Brielle took notice at how he would eat his food off his fork with the utensil backwards.

Erik chews, and the more he chewed, the slower it became. He closed his eyes, opening them to take another stab at the sweet toast, dipping it, and bringing it back to his mouth. He let out a soothing breath as if meditating and the sight alone had Brielle forgetting her own plate.

“Lately I’ve been really taking the time to appreciate my food and savoring that shit.” Brielle was in awe of this man, this aristocratic man.

“And when I do that now, it makes me build memories off of the food I’ve tried and it makes my taste buds form those memories you know what I’m saying?” He scrapes his tongue over his teeth.

“You cooked the HELL out of that French toast baby.” She loved the way he called her baby, his little bratty baby.

“It’s so fucking good Brie Brie mm.” She blushes hard, her hand coming up to cover her mouth, trying to control it. In between her eating she took glances at him sampling the eggs and sausage, a hum of approval escaping every time, she hitched a breath at the way he took is pointer finger and sometimes his pinky to smear along the surface of the expensive chinaware, sucking on the digits causing his dimples to appear. His plate was completely clean.

“I only do that when I’ve been served up a meal to remember.” He said in finality, reaching over to grab a second serving.

After the breakfast to remember, Brielle and Erik sat on the plush carpet of her living room in front of her white Christmas tree with her fancy glass Christmas ornaments and gold star on top of her tree.The European style wall mount electric fireplace made them feel warm and cozy. Muffin was perched on her chocolate velvet Wentworth Tufted Dog Bed, a cute Christmas reef collar around her neck and her fur perfectly groomed.

Brielle made Erik a personal Christmas stocking that was of suede ivory with his name embroidered in gold. She begged him to wear his Santa hat again, snapping pictures of him on her phone, at first to his annoyance but then the goof ball surfaced, providing her with pics of his tongue out.

Brielle seemed to have two for Erik under her Christmas tree that he didn’t ignore, his interest peaked. She insisted that he accept her gifts without a debate.

“I can spend money on you too Mr. Don’t argue with me.”

She pointed a warning finger to him.

“Alright mama!” Erik held up his hands in surrender.

She smiles, picking up a small white box with silver trimming, handing it over to him. She looked dreamy and ecstatic as she sat up on her knees. Erik runs his fingers over the surface of the box, gazing at it intently, before finally lifting the lid, his eyes staring down in disbelief.

“You...” that was all he said, his pouty full bottom lip hanging and his eyes searching.

It was 18 CT gold, with champagne color and black dial, oysterflex bracelet with 4130 movement; a self-winding mechanical chronograph movement.

“Brielle.” That’s all he said, that lady-killer smile creeping up.

It was a Comograph Daytona Rolex watch. It came with a fancy note that Erik read allowed.

“The Cosmograph Daytona, introduced in 1963, was designed to meet the demands of professional racing drivers. An icon eternally joined in name and function to the high-performance world of motor sport. Fifty years after its creation, the Cosmograph Daytona remains in a class of its own among sport chronographs.” He read it in a sort of whisper, Brielle encapsulated by his words like a model ship in a bottle.

Erik turned the watch around, seeing his name engraved into the shining gold, along with a small passage. He peered over at Brielle, watching the apples of her cheeks pop, those beautiful eyes edging him on further.

Erik squinted closely to read the passage, assuming he wanted her to read that allowed as well.

The bold, daring, intellectual, charming.

The elegant man, the brave man-my man.

As you watch the hands of this edgy watch tick,

I want you to be reminded that every time spent

With you is worth many more. With Love, Happy Holidays Erik.

What he didn’t expect was that. Erik met her blazing eyes again, his thumb running over the engraved gold of his brand new Rolex.

“You are really something special aren’t you girl?” Erik gripped her chin, and as if a shadow had been casted over them both, her face was close to his and the sweet smell of maple could be distinguished on her breath, and then her tongue was in his mouth, all but overpowering his senses. Erik finally breaks the intense kiss, speaking directly over her lips with a sensual whisper that heightened her senses.

“Thank you so much beautiful.” She could feel her pulse jump. Erik takes in her flustered dreamy look before picking up his second gift, a large box of the same design. He opened the box to find sneakers, but they were definitely special edition for the occasion. It was a pair of Nike Air Force 1 Premium Winter in brown/black with sherpa fabric lining that keeps your feet warm, reimagining the iconic hoops shoe.

His smile is plastered so wide it even causes Brielle to smile. She saw the way the happiness in his eyes danced as he stared down at the edgy shoe.

“Not only is it a Nike shoe, it’s perfect for this sub zero ass weather y’all New Yorkers are so used to.” Erik went to try it on, loving the fit already and the way it made his toes feel.

“I don’t know how many times I can say thank you for you to understand..”

“Once is enough big head.” Brielle teases.

Erik finally puts his gifts back under the tree, pulling out just one from underneath in a small gift bag with pretty metallic colors that reminded you of the tropics.

Brielle takes the bag, a groan ready to escape but Erik places a single finger to her mouth.

“Hush little brat don’t say a word.” She nibbled on his finger. Brielle removes the tissue paper, eyes looking down at a necklace lined with garnet gemstones, a little galaxy or sky of some sort hanging on the end of it encased in a single teardrop diamond. Brielle held it up, her hand being used to hold up the end of the jewel to get a better look. Within it, it looked like a sunset, or maybe a sunrise swirling like it was coming to life. She just stared. And the more she did that, the more she became drawn to it.

“It’s the Wakandan Sunset in that diamond.” Erik explains.

“When I was away within those 22 days I took time to fly out to Wakanda, to have this made for you.”

Brielle didn’t respond as her chocolate irises reflected the many swirling colors of that sunset.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” Erik asked as his lips softly pecked her cheek down to her neck.

“This is truly a paradise Erik. I hope you plan on taking me there someday.”

“You don’t even gotta ask Brie Brie.” Erik would take her there in a heartbeat, that was no problem. He finally takes the necklace from her, instructing for her to lift her hair, as he crawled behind her on his knees, placing the necklace around her neck, securing it tightly. Erik loved the contrast of color against her mahogany skin, hell he loved every color on her skin.

Brielle looks up from her seated position to see her mistletoe hanging proudly and almost glistening from the glitter.

“I deserve a do over Stevens!” Erik watched as she pointed to the ceiling to see the festive plant hanging. He had to laugh at that one.

“Yeah you earned it girl, C’mere.” She turns to straddle his lap, eyes closed for sensory purposes, the only thing felt was the tickle of his breath on her skin and the soft pads of his thumbs over her cheeks. The sound of the Christmas playlist in the background could be heard faintly now, even the soft breathing of Muffin. She could feel warmth from his body heat grow closer and closer as she assumed it was him taking his time to asses her before sweeping her off her feet with just his divine lips. He was gentle and careful and the rapid breathing from her was persistent.

He kisses her jaw line first, soft and delicate, earning a lip bite. Instead of him retracting his lips from her face, he simply trails the moist flesh along the surface of her jaw all the way up to her cheek where he gave her yielding kisses that felt shy almost, teasing his brat. It sent goosebumps over her flesh when he kissed the side of her mouth, barely touching her lips. She encourages him with a gasp, the tickle of his moisturized lips slowly feasting the sides of her mouth, before finally consuming her deep, the pressure guaranteed to leave a bruise in its wake. She spread her lips and accepted the dip of his sweet tongue into her mouth, the appendage swirling hers releasing the taste of that butter from breakfast. That kiss could shatter her, it was the best kiss she received from him thus far, and it was the perfect do over under that mistletoe.

Erik felt her body go limp against his, gently leading her to the carpeted floor as his lips ravished hers and his tongue practically drowned her mouth.

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Erik got dressed in his Champion reverse weave pullover sweatshirt in green with matching joggers. On his feet he work his new shoes from Brielle and the Rolex on his wrist. To keep him even more warm, he put on his Northface Retro Nuptse puffer coat in brown, with a matching brown custom made 47’ Brand New York Yankees ribbed beanie.

Brielle simply wore a vintage Juicy Couture velour tracksuit in a baby blue color with Juicy Couture spelled out on the back of her pants with rhinestones. She wore a pair of Timberlands in all white, with her hair swept into a tight bun at the nape of her neck with a side part and baby hairs. She wore a Lacoste puffer jacket in the colors white and light blue, white earmuffs over her ears with matching mittens. She was ADORABLE and Erik couldn’t keep his brown eyes off his girl.

Today was going to be a daring day for him to start, Brielle was taking him to the Wollman Rink in Central Park to go ice skating. Brielle had the cutest white skates that she had to break in a few times, and Erik would have to settle for a used pair at the rink. They both would have loved to take the new car Erik purchased for her but decided against it for later when it was dinner time.

Brielle’s personal driver let them out at the entrance to the park because Brielle wanted to enjoy a walk with her man and show him around. Erik had never taken the time to appreciate Central Park the many times he has been to NYC. They both visited the Conservatory Water, the bow bridge with cups of salted Caramel hot cocoa in their hands, sharing a kiss here and there. Erik recorded Brielle on the Boomerang app from his phone as she danced around the Bethesda Fountain playfully. All of those events finally led up to them arriving at the Wollman Rink, the crowd pretty large on this perfect Christmas morning.

“Ice skating in Central Park is one of the most picturesque activities. It’s better at night but we can do that another time.” Brielle was very much looking forward to this, but Erik felt differently.

“Now listen Brie Brie, I’m gonna let yo ass know now that I don’t know a damn thing about ice skating.” Erik and Brielle sat on a bench next to the rink, removing their shoes.

“I would assume so you’re from Cali.” She leans over to tie a perfect bow in her crisp white skates.

“Yeah, so if I go out on this rink and buss my fucking ass I’m blaming you aight?” Brielle rolls her eyes at Erik’s dramatic ass.

“Have you ever roller blade before?”

“Yeah when I was a kid.”

“Okay so, it’s like that except for it’s on ice not concrete.”

“SLIPPERY ice with BLADES not wheels.” Brielle lets out a breath of cold air, turning to Erik then, her hands on his, rubbing them since he decided not to wear gloves.

“E, I got you okay?! I’m not gonna let you fall face first on that ice and crack your skull open.” Erik did a double take at her, causing her to nibble on the side of her lip to stifle a laugh.

He squinted his eyes in suspicion.

“You sure you won’t let go of my fucking hand?”

“Yes.”

“You promise? cuz I would hate to have to punish you later for that.”

“Calm down E.” Brielle stands now on her skates, putting out both her hands for Erik to hold. He grabs them with caution, his eyes on his feet in those skates as he lifts from the bench, finally standing. They stand like that for a second, Erik’s face a little sour.

“Now all we gotta do is walk to the rink, and we are there. Okay?” Erik nods his head, meeting Brielle’s amused face.

“This shit ain’t funny Brielle.”

Brielle starts walking, her hand right in Erik’s as she watched him take tentative steps. He didn’t wobble or anything which was a good thing, but his eyes could not stay away from his feet. Finally at the entrance to the rink, Erik braces himself on the edge, letting go of Brielle’s hand, watching as his girl enters the rink with her right foot first, cascading over the ice with precision before turning back to stand in front of Erik. He had his eyebrow raised with shock, mouth parted with a continuous brisk air escaping.

“Let me guess, you took up skating lessons or some shit?”

Brielle simply smiles, giving him a wink before motioning for him to enter.

“Give me like...one minute Brie Brie.” The tip of his nose was so crimson, and his eyes slightly watered from the bite of cold air.

“E how else will you get over this fear?”

He scanned her face, closing his eyes slow before clapping his hands together, stepping around the wall to enter. The first look at him entering made her want to squeeze him from how adorable it was. Who would have thought a man like Erik Stevens would be afraid to ice skate? She was happy she got the opportunity to see this memorable side of him. He still braces himself on the wall, moving his feet back and forth to test the ice.

“Babe, the surface isn’t gonna get less slippery.”

He even had to laugh at that himself. Brielle skates closer, grabbing his hands from the wall, skating backward towards the center. Erik’s left foot slipped forward in surprise causing a string of curses to escape his mouth.

“Shit shit shit shit I was about to buss my fucking ass! Hold my hands tighter.” Brielle squeezes his hands for dear life as he concentrated on getting comfortable on the skates. After about three minutes of skating in a circle with their hands together, Erik went from looking at his feet, to looking at her, his movements forgotten. That gave Brielle the opportunity to let go of his hand, and allow him to have a little more independence. Erik seemed to like that too because he didn’t object.

Both of them started around the circle then, slowing down from time to time whenever Erik felt like he was going too fast. After about four laps around the rink, to Brielle’s surprise Erik was skating alone without her, ahead of her with his hands in his pockets, picking up speed. Brielle built momentum, crouching behind him to squeeze his booty. He actually squeals a little causing her to stumble before correcting herself with grace like it never happened.

“Don’t go grabbing my booty tryna trip me up!!!” If there was any snow he would definitely chuck a snowball in her face. Brielle skates ahead of him then, twirling a little, her movements mesmerizing as she skates around people with ease. Erik could watch her do that all damn day, he was in so much of a trance that he didn’t realize his impending doom straight ahead. Brielle did though, as she spun back in his direction, her hand coming to her mouth in shock as she watched Erik hit the wall on the side of the rink, falling back on his ass.

A few of the skaters who worked the rink approached him, mostly all women of course. Brielle skates over, crouching down before one of the women did to help him up.

“It’s cool I’ll take it from here, thanks.” Brielle gave her a dry smile before helping Erik up, his legs like spaghetti at first but finally, he was up and perched on the wall.

“Erik you good?” Brielle brushed the back of his pants off, pieces of ice sticking to the fabric.

“Remind me to never get caught up in a fucking trance when I look at you ice skate EVER AGAIN.” He waves her away, walking on his skates slow to the exit of the rink, his hand coming down to his butt.

“When we get back to my place I’ll give you a nice booty massage, how's that sound?” They both took off their skates, finally lacing up their shoes.

“A booty rub and a hot bath.” Brielle couldn’t lie about that.

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Brielle sat on her sofa with her laptop, wearing a black fishnet chemise with lace trimming, a black g-string on and a pair of reading glasses. She had her hair out of her bun now and in wet curls from washing it in the shower while Erik was on an important call. She could hear him speaking a foreign language so she only assumed that he was speaking to his wakandan family.

Brielle bit into her glazed doughnut, checking her work emails to see if any new clients came through or if she had a booking from a celebrity for a stylist. So far, she had one offer that she approved, but that wasn’t until March. The sound of the continuous water hitting the water repellent and stain resistant glass of her shower doors, caused her to close her eyes and listen. She wanted to hear what sounds he made when he took a shower, and so far nothing could be heard. Brielle put this little lingerie on to hopefully get a taste of her man when he was finished, but now she wanted to save that for later on.

Brielle closes her laptop, lifting from the couch, removing every piece of that lingerie as she walked towards her master bedroom. The closer she walked, the more she began smelling a warm, creamy yet woodsy scent. She walks around her bed, finally standing in the doorway of the bathroom, watching the foggy image of Erik as he scrubbed at his hair, with his back facing her, his ample body coated from head to toe in that dripping water, brazen and desirable. She tiptoes over to him, finally pressing her body firm against the hot glass. Erik still hadn’t been aware of her presence, his head now under the detachable shower head hanging low, his arms bracing the wall as the water spilled down and over his dreads. This man was enticing, fascinating, gamy, hot, inviting...the list goes on.

Erik turns his head under the water, finally opening his eyes to meet the foggy image of a naked Brielle pressed firm against the shower in need. Erik strokes his wet hair back, walking up to that very shower door, pressing his body firm against the glass giving her a full proof view of every muscle. He wipes away the fog from the glass, finally staring down at his juicy, lascivious brat.

“You need something from me?” His voice vibrates off the shower walls.

“Let me in, I want you to make me cum.” She was blunt.

She could see that blurred smile behind the glass, finally watching as he pushes the glass door open, allowing her access. Brielle didn’t think twice as she enters, the change in temperature making her skin sensitive. Erik took no time to push her down on the edge of the tub, his dick in her face. Erik turns to grab the shower head, kneeling down in front of Brielle’s wide open legs, changing the water pressure. His playful promiscuous eyes fell on hers.

“Since you wanna cum so much I’m assuming you wouldn’t mind if I use this plus my tongue?” Brielle shivers.

“Not at all Daddy.” Brielle held her legs back, wet curly hair sticking to the wall and pussy open and wet. Erik took no time to put the water on her clit right along with his tongue, causing her to jerk her hips, causing Erik’s tongue to swipe her clit. The water pressure was too much already, making her clit grow harder and harder, his face getting wet and the water dripping off his lips and tongue. She could only moan and endure it, because it’s what she wanted.

“You better cum good too since you want it so bad.” Erik started alternating between sucking her clit and inner lips and placing intense pressure from the shower head on her clit.

“Your pussy mixed with this water mmmmm.” Brielle gripped Erik’s silky dreads, moving his head over her clit before he lifts to add water. She lowers his head to stick his tongue in her while the water hit her clit in the best way. She was about to cum but the pressure was addictive and she didn’t want to warn him.

“Aaaaaahhhh!!!” She moans out, Erik’s entire mouth on her now. He drops the water his mouth sucking up all her goodies like he was giving her one big sloppy kiss. She hoped that he wouldn’t cause her to fall onto the floor of the shower. She grabs his hair again, moving his mouth over her with a constant moan, her thighs shaking.

“Yes take this pussy..” her head drops.

Before she could cum, Erik lifts up gripping his dick at the base.

“I need to feel it real quick baby, just let me feel that shit.” Erik waits for no objection, sliding his dick into her pussy, fucking her right away. He didn’t come to play clearly, each stroke growing harder and harder each time he entered her. The water from the tips of his dreads fell onto her face, and each time their body crashed water bounced off of their bodies. His body began to slide so he picks up his brat, placing her against the shower wall as he fucked her. She rubs at the back of his head, her nails scraping over his smooth fade, before coming up to run her fingers in his dreads.

Tongues flicked, lips battled, eyes blazed, it was the best quickie she could ask for.

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Finally dressed in her denim tunic with the back cut deep and buttoned in the front, her Gucci Lisa GG Canvas Knee Boots on with her hair in a defined wash and go. Erik stood at her vanity rubbing some men’s Shea Moisture twist and lock cream scented with African black soap and tea tree oil through his hair. He then finished off with applying some beard balm from the same brand to his mustache and beard, the smell of maracuja oil and Shea butter wafting her nose. Erik wore a Banana republic cream colored sweater with light wash drop crotch jeans, his Christmas shoes on his feet and gold pinky rings with his signature gold chain and gold slugs. He looked amazing and tempting, deciding to put on her sherpa fur coat to distract her.

The ride over was quiet, and Brielle could tell that Erik was a bit nervous by the way he kept giving her small smirks and the tight grip he placed on her upper thigh. She leans over to kiss him, rubbing at his dimpled cheek to calm him.

They finally pulled up to 47 Bell point Drive in Brooklyn NY, the Luxury colonial house already inviting. Erik slips out the drivers side, opening Brielle’s door, helping her out. She could since the jittery nature of him and she didn’t want her Erik to feel like that.

“Hey, YOU.” She points at his sturdy chest, a stern look on her face, and Erik’s brown eyes meeting her brown with an unsure look.

“Relax, okay? It’s just a family dinner. Expect the nosey, pushy family. But you will definitely be welcomed and I wouldn’t have brought you here if I didn’t think otherwise.”

She playfully grips his chin, causing him to push her hand away.

“I got this, I’m cool. Just, make sure I don’t say TOO MUCH. My family already think I have no filter.”

“You don’t though.” Erik was ready to retort but Brielle grabs his hand, leading him to her old home.

As soon as that door opened, the smell of corn bread, ham, roast, sweet potatoes with brown sugar, collard greens mixed with kale, Mac and cheese, gravy with mashed potatoes, and so much more filled the air. The chatter of her family in the living room could be heard along with Luther Vandross a Merry Little Christmas playing on her moms beats pill she gifted her last Christmas. Brielle and Erik finally enter, shouts, hollers, screams, cheers, and laughter acknowledging her presence.

“MERRY CHRISTMAS BRIELLE!”

“Yay! Brielle is here!”

“Hey little cuz.”

“Come give auntie a hug!!”

“We miss you so much!!”

“How is everything?!”

“You look so beautiful!!”

Everyone talked at once and she couldn’t answer them all. Erik staggered behind, the gift bags in hand before placing them under the Christmas tree that reached the ceiling. As the overwhelming greeting settled, everyone looked over at Erik.

“And Who is this?” Brielle’s mom asks, pointing at Erik with a hand on her hip. Her sisters Justine and Onika giggles behind glasses of wine, and her grandmother smiles at him softly, while her grandfather looks at him sternly.

“Everyone, this is my boyfriend Erik.” She intertwines her fingers with his, watching as he waves hello, that vivacious grin across his lips.

“That’s all you can do is wave boy? You mute or something?!” Her mother says with sass that causes everyone to go quiet.

Brielle could use a good hide right now, but Erik simply chuckles.

“I see where she gets her sass from, I like a women with sass.” He steps forward, his arms open for a hug.

“Merry Christmas Mrs. Johnson.” Her mother actually blushes, walking up to Erik with a laugh before actually kissing his cheek.

“You’re the first of her boyfriends to say that! a man who can handle a women with attitude.” All the women giggled, including her own grandmother.

Erik walks around the room to hug everyone, her Aunt Diana hugging him a little long, her nose buried in his sweater. He shakes her Grandfather's hand, and her father as he comes up from his man cave dawned in Giants gear. Brielle could breath now, Erik really had a good impression so far on her family.

Everyone decided to do gift exchange first, and to Brielle’s surprise, Erik bought her mom and grandma Tiffany Victoria lin bracelets in platinum with diamonds, and her sisters with Return to Tiffany Mini Heart Tag Earrings in 18k white gold with diamonds. They shouted, shocked faces and many generous “thank you’s” hugging him tight, and kissing his face. Brielle could cry at that, she didn’t think he would go out of his way to buy them a gift as well, but then again Erik did ALOT for her alone. He was a man full of surprises.

Dinner was ready and everyone crowded around the family table that overlooked the round ceiling to floor windows that resided there. The night sky mixed with snow flurries was the perfect background for dinner. Her grandma gave her blessing to the food, and then everyone began filling their bellies. Erik was the special guest there besides a few others, but EVERYONE were checking for Erik’s approval.

“How’s the roast Erik? I cooked it in the crock pot this year with homemade gravy.”

He sampled it, licking his lips causing her mom to rest her chin on her intertwined fingers, smiling.

“Tender, moist, and savory Mrs. Johnson.” Her happiness flourished.

“You like my Mac and cheese? My sister kept telling me to add more cheese.” Justine asks. Erik samples that, clapping his hands together with a nod of his head.

“Mmm! It’s so good I can taste all the different cheeses in there.” Justine giggles.

How’s the greens baby? Not too spicy?” Her grandma chimes in.

“I like spicy, did you use Cajun seasoning? A little Cayenne?” Her grandma smiles that signature smile when she’s impressed.

“Those greens, my Father used to make for me when I was a little girl, it’s a family spice recipe.”

Straight after dinner comes sweet potato pie, rum cake, ice cream, pecan pie, and many other sweet treats. The rum cake was Erik’s favorite, eating four pieces before calling it quits.

It was drinking time and more family came over to join in, alcohol of all sorts being past around, drunk uno, spades, and the music switching over to hip hop. The Giants won so Brielle’s father wasn’t picky with the music that her older cousin Derek decided to mix. Erik stole glances at Brielle from his place on the couch between some of her family members, sipping on a little jungle juice mixture he had the pleasure of making. The wide open cut of the denim tunic gave him a clear view of the deep arch of her back and the dimples right above her bubble booty that he loved to nibble. The way her thighs looked covered in those Gucci boots made him want to fuck her with them on.

If watching her was an aphrodisiac Erik wouldn’t mind one fucking bit. He could tell his little brat was getting drunk from the way she fanned herself and the clumsy manner of her filling her drink cup, spilling some down her hand causing her to suck it up quickly. Her hair must have been annoying her then, because she kept flipping it out of her face to one side of her head, giving him a clear view of her delicate neck. Erik had to bite on the rim of his cup to control the growl, his legs swinging to put a damper on his erection. She tilts her head back, finishing off her drink before grabbing her Gucci shoulder bag, walking out the room and up the stairs. Erik’s eyes followed every single step she took.

Brielle shakes the water from her hands, turning to grab a paper towel because her mom didn’t like people to use her decorative towels. She opens her Gucci bag, pulling out her Fenty Beauty Gloss Bomb in the color Diamond Milk-Shimmering Pearl. After that she fluffs her curly fro, profiling in the mirror a little before turning finally to open the bathroom door, finding her sinuous, salacious boyfriend right there as if to surprise her.

“So what, you following me Daddy?” She looked up at him through her lashes.

“You didn’t think I would notice you eyeing me from that spot on the couch?”

She eyes him up and down, tilting her head.

“What makes you think I’m following you ?” He teases, bending over her in the door frame.

“What makes you think You’re not?” He didn’t have a response for that last bit.

“If I were to tell you I’m following you, what would you do about it?” He challenges.

She flips her curly hair over her shoulder, straightening her spine.

“What would you want me to do about it?”

Erik scuffs, licking his lips.

“The point of asking a question, is for you to fucking answer it. Don’t play with me Brie Brie.”

“Well what if I’d rather be defiant?” She whispers.

“Then that calls for me to punish you.” He whispers back.

She gave him an uneasy stare, feeling his hand on her back now, rubbing his fingertips into it before wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her up and over his shoulder in one motion. She squeals low, her curly hair bouncing along his back and his greedy hands gripping and slapping her ass playfully. Now traveling down the dim lit hallway, Brielle starts to giggle attempting to guide Erik to her childhood room.

“It’s straight ahead, the last door on the right near the attic.” Erik turns left and right, almost making Brielle slam her face into the wall. They both laugh, Erik continuing down the hall, finally coming up on a door with butterfly stickers on the outside.

“How cute, I bet you were a hot little thing.”

“Had all the boys wanting to look up my uniform skirt.” Erik tried to imagine that image. He would have been all over Brielle back then just as much as he is now.

“I would have put my whole head under that fucking skirt.” Brielle snorts a laughter as Erik jiggles the door open, darkness ahead with the smell of a vanilla bean candle. Finally in her room, closing the door, Erik pulls Brielle down from his shoulder, flicking on her light switch to ignite the large space. It was a circular room with a window seat, a desk in the corner with a purple lamp that began collecting dust, little glittery stickers on it. Her walls were painted purple too, and there was an entire design wardrobe with different fabrics in it and a sewing machine. There was a lot to digest but the feeling of Brielle’s petite hand on the waist line of his pants dragging him to her bed made Erik snap out of it.

“So this is the chick who talked like she was ready for me?”

She didn’t waver from his gaze as she sat on her old bed Erik’s head leaning further towards hers. He kisses her jaw line, the pouty bottom lip of his hanging under her jaw, eyes closed.

“C’mon girl it’s just us two, show me that firecracker chick who wants me to take her.”

Brielle stands on her bed, pulling her tunic over her head to reveal just her lace g-string that she had on earlier, bare chest with hard nipples. Erik takes no time to pull his sweater over his head, slipping his bottoms off next with his dick standing at attention. He begins kissing her bare belly, tonguing her sweet skin. Brielle edges him on further, addicted to the texture of his tongue the way it raked over her hot flesh.

“Mmm, that shit feels good.” She whispers again, Erik trails upward now taking one of her nipples into his mouth, surprising her by slapping her ass, causing her to gasp, then giggle.

“I don’t want to hear a giggle I want to hear a cry.” Erik slaps her ass HARDER, causing her to clench her cheeks, whimpering now.

“That’s more like it, now I want you to SCREAM.” Brielle giggles again.

“Scream? Sorry daddy my family are down stairs try again.” Erik pulls down Brielle’s g-string, his girl lowering to the bed now, her legs wide with her hand rubbing at her pussy.

“When I put this dick in you, you’ll be screaming then.”

“I bet the fuck I won’t.” She wasn’t about to scream in her family home, not with her grandma downstairs.

Erik puts his mouth on Brielle’s pussy, holding her legs back to stop her from closing them. She leans up on her elbows, edging him on with her hips and silent moans escaping her lips.

“I don’t hear a moan Bratty Brie.” Erik twirls his tongue over her clit.

“Aaah, mmmm ooooo.” She moans in an undertone.

Erik takes his dick, rubbing it along her wet pussy, the sound of his harsh breath in her ears. Without a warning, Erik consumed her, watching Brielle cover her mouth with both her hands, Erik practically doing push ups in her pussy rough, the slapping of flesh loud against the walls with no restraint. Brielle has to bite the palm of her hand to control it, the head of Erik’s dick hitting her g-spot each and every time he entered her. She could feel pressure as if wanting to pee, and he knew that this angle made her squirt like crazy. She mumbles behind her hand shaking her head.

“What’s that? I can’t hear you I’m too busy stroking these tight ass walls you got.” Her toes curled against each other, legs shaking uncontrollably now before finally letting out a loud cry, the old comforter underneath her growing wet.

“Thought you said I wouldn’t make you cry?” He was definitely sexed up.

She spoke very softly, using only her breath and not her vocal cords.

“Fuck me, harderrr.” Erik gets on the bed then, pulling Brielle on top of him, straddling him. He pumps up into her body, watching her bounce, the bed creaking loudly now.

“You gonna get me in trouble daddy.” She’s audible now, hands over top of Erik’s as he grabs her breasts.

“You were a nasty little girl weren’t you? Sneaking niggas in here behind your mama's back?” Erik slaps her ass to get an answer out of her.

“Yess Daddy.” She bites her lip, grinding over his dick.

“You fuck em like this? Or were you too shy to get the dick?” Erik sticks his thumb into her mouth watching her suck it slow.

“I was a tease. They had to fight for the goods.” That was a true Brat response.

“I’m not gonna lie I wish it was me who got that pussy first back then.” Erik holds her hips in place, fucking up into her with savagery staring down at the way her pussy feasted on his dick. His hands couldn’t control themselves as they smacked and gripped and jiggled her ass. He loved her ass it seemed, his hands couldn’t stay away for a second.

“Say Daddy fuck my pussy please.”

“Daddy fuck my pussy, please?”

Erik causes the bed to slide, his movements so strong it had his dick practically slip out of her, causing her to put him back inside. He didn’t even allow her to remove her hand from his dick as he fucked her, Brielle face contorting before a tiny scream escapes her mouth with difficulty, cumming a second time.

“Say daddy cum inside me deep.”

Erik needed to be deeper, he picks his little brat up, bringing one of her legs over his shoulder while the other was around his waist, laying her flat on the bed again, pushing himself deep to the point where he felt her barrier.

“Daddy cum in me deep, please?”

They were both way past the point of quiet, the entire house could probably still hear them over the loud music from downstairs. Erik licked and sucked at her neck over and over, his nose imprinted into her skin with each stroke. His arms began to shake, and his back flexed as he thrust forward two more times so rough it caused tears to fall from her eyes, his body shivering while he emptied into her.

Erik’s breath finally becomes more leveled, his mouth coming up to kiss at her cheek, taking his teeth to nibble her there with a wrinkle of his perfect nose.

“You’re welcome.” He says all cocky.

“Thank you Santa.” She says with a roll of her eyes.

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It was 1:00am and the party still seemed to thrive, but that didn’t mean no one noticed their absence. The both of them enter the kitchen to get another drink and some pecan pie, Brielle’s grandma sitting at the kitchen island with a cigarette in her hand, a small glass of what looked like whiskey.

“Hey Grannyma I didn’t know you were in here.” Brielle shakes her curls, walking over to her grandma giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. Erik leans against the kitchen island, sipping his drink while Brielle made him and her a hefty slice of pie to share.

“I never knew my granddaughter to be such a little minx; a firecracker.”

Brielle slows her movements while cutting the pie, her eyes blinking in confusion at her grandmother’s topic of discussion.

“What made you…say that?” Brielle plates the pie, turning to make it back to the island with two forks, eyes on Erik now as he pauses with his cup to his lips.

“Well, you did get it from your mother, but where do you think she got it from child?” Brielle’s skin grew hot...did she?

“All I’m saying is, you have a handsome young man in your life, and I’m sure he is very much blessed in many other ways besides his looks. I heard you straight through the ceiling baby, you don’t remember your bedroom being directly over top of the kitchen?” Brielle’s eyes practically left her sockets, a hand coming up to cover her mouth and Erik now with a fist to his mouth to stop a laugh from coming.

“Omg-Grannyma I’m...I….shittttt.”

Her grandmother put up a hand to her, stopping her words.

“Do yourself a favor baby and stop while you're ahead. Why explain yourself? It’s just sex.” Erik and Brielle couldn’t believe their ears, watching as this women drinks the rest of her whisky, putting out her cigarette and lifting from the island with grace.“Now let's go enjoy the company, it’s still Christmas!!!!” She leaves but Brielle and Erik are frozen, that is until Erik finally lets out that laugh he had been holding in.

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Cloudy With A Chance

Chapter 30 Part I: …of commotio cordis

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December 25th. Christmas

It wasn’t the worst Christmas he’s ever had. His parents still throw their annual dinner and even though Jiwon wasn’t there (a mutual decision), it was good to see the rest of his extended family again. His sister loved the spikey backpack that Jiwon brought back from Japan. They give his parents a huge new potted magnolia tree to replace the small one that fell over and Jiwon brought back a Sumi-E painting for their wall. He gets an expensive leather work bag and as much as he wants to reject expensive material things, he does kinda like it.

He fields questions about his apparent single life but aside from a few warning looks from his parents that still pissed him off and made him want to start an argument, he doesn’t say anything controversial. There’s a time and place for everything and it’d be selfish to ruin Christmas for everyone else.

They find him later, just before he’s about to go home, and press something in his hand. It’s a voucher for one of those astronomy trips where you hike up the hills to the planetarium and get to look at space through the gigantic telescopes. He finds another voucher in the envelope. Two vouchers. He doesn’t really know what to say and neither do they. But it’s something. It’s definitely something.

They drive by June and Yun’s apartment in between all their family engagements for a few drinks and to exchange presents. They get June a new series of Rorschach ink blot paintings for his shop and one of the new Hermés perfumes for Yun. Jiwon gets another new shirt (black this time) and another lecture from Yun about looking more presentable, although there was so much fondness in his voice that it shouldn’t even qualify as a lecture. He blushes red when he opens his box to reveal new bedsheets. Actually, they are just newer versions of the same sheets he and Jiwon have now, he just loves them so much he was planning to use them until they disintegrated. They wash and use the new sheets that night, snuggled in bed, watching Love, Actually for the 20th time. He falls asleep to ‘All I Want For Christmas Is You’.

He discovers very quickly that there’s no rest for the wicked when you have two sets of families (three, if he counts June and Yun). They go to church with Jiwon’s family the next day and he meets the rest of the relatives over lunch. They don’t introduce him with any kind of title but he thinks everyone knows anyway. If there was a problem, nobody says anything and soon enough it’s all forgotten anyway when Juin and Jinah announce that they’re pregnant. It’s met with cheers so loud that he’s actually taken aback for a second. But Jiwon’s hand is there to catch him, as always, fingers pressing firmly and reassuringly against his hip when no-one is looking. They give Jiwon’s mom the new mixer she wanted and when Jiwon’s dad sees the purple orchids (from Jiyoon’s shop), he gets a hug that half chokes him. Jiwon get new Nikes and a blue coat from one of those trendy street-brands that he’s barely heard of. They give him a perfectly manicured potted bonsai for his desk at work. He loves it.

Then they eat. They eat for what seems like hours and at 6pm, when the extended family have all gone home, Jiwon’s mom announces it’s time for the traditional “Kim Family Supper.”

“But we literally just ate.” He asks Jiwon, confused as ever. “We’ve been eating all day. With like, all the Kims in your family.”

“Just go with it.” Jiwon whispers back. “It’s family tradition and you’re pretty much family now so suck it up and eat when she tells you to.”

He does. Or tries to.

It’s 11pm by the time they get home- drunk, tired, a little in love with everything because it’s Christmas. He just wants to sleep but even though his body is tired, his mind is still awake.

“Hey, babe?” Jiwon asks.

“Yeah?”

“You know how you said we were only allowed to spend 20 bucks on each other’s presents?”

“Yeah.”

“Well.....um, I didn’t do that.” Jiwon says with an entirely unapologetic shrug.

“Knew it.”

“Well, 20 bucks is like...a small amount of money for a present okay!?” Jiwon exclaims indignantly. “Anyway, can I give it to you now?”

“Yeah okay.” He says with a smile. “Let’s see this million dollar present.”

They sit up in bed and Jiwon hands him a red box with something wrapped in several layers of tissue paper. It’s a heavy leather bound notebook with thick parchment paper, each page slightly different to the one before it. It looks like it was made with a lot of care. No way in hell this was 20 bucks.

“It’s....so beautiful. Where did you even get this?” He asks, fingers running over the smooth black leather cover.

“Osaka.” Jiwon replies. “I found this old man who hand makes them by recycling old novels from the state library that are too worn out to be read. You never know, maybe some of those pages are made from your Pi book or that Mickey Mouse guy.”

“Murakami?”

“Yeah, that guy. Murakami Mouse.”

Inside the front cover there’s a hand-written Japanese message: 岸を見失う勇気がなければ、決して海を渡る事はできない.

Underneath it, there’s Jiwon’s familiar scrawl: i don’t know what that means but i love you. merry christmas baby xoJ

He feels like bursting out laughing because well, Jiwon is, and has always been, nothing short of ridiculous. Simple, to-the-point, but ridiculous.

“What’s the Japanese message?”

“Oh, the old man wrote that. He wouldn’t tell me what it is so I had to ask the guy at the hotel. It means: You can never cross the ocean until you have the courage to lose sight of the shore.”

“Deep.” He murmurs.

“Yeah, I know. I was kinda hoping he wrote something more Christmas-y and less....depressing.” Jiwon says next to him.

“It’s not depressing. He’s not wrong.” He laughs, pushing the box aside so he has room to lean forward and give Jiwon a hug and thank you kiss. “You always get me the best stuff, it’s so annoying.”

“I wanted to get you more but you threatened to break up with me if I blew our budget. Your present to me better be under 20 bucks pal. Or I’m telling our bank.”

He leans over the side to pull a box out from under the bed. “Here. Happy Christmas.”

It’s a copy of Life of Pi.

Jiwon looks over with a serious expression, running his fingers over the cover of the book, but it doesn’t last for long because there’s a Winnie The Pooh watch underneath it that makes him start snorting laughter. It’s so undignified and ugly but he still falls in love anyway, for the 80th time today. Personal record.

“Hanbin. Baby.” Jiwon says in his Responsible-Adult tone, holding up the kid’s watch. “This fancy timepiece totally costs more than 20 bucks.”

He smiles and helps Jiwon open the plastic box. “My sister helped me pick this one out for you. She thinks you’re a bit weird but she’s 9 so who cares.”

Jiwon raises an eyebrow. “You told her about me?”

His fingers pause in the packaging. “Well, yeah? Did you not want me to?”

“No, I just thought....you weren’t ready to do that or something.”

He rubs the back of his neck and feels hot all over. “I didn’t say much. Just that you’re my friend and you went to Japan recently so that’s why she got the backpack for Christmas. She really loved it by the way. I still can’t believe you got her something. You didn’t need to. And you didn’t need to get my parents anything either.”

“Yeah I did. You know I did. I can’t believe they got me something. That’s weird. Thought they still hated me.”

He shakes his head but it warms his heart, that all the important people in life where thinking of each other at all. “Well, anyway. Now Hanbyul thinks she’ll get two sets of presents from us every time there’s some kind of event. It’s a dangerous tradition to start.”

“Eh, she deserves it for all the shit she’s gone through this year.”

He frowns then. The guilt bleeding into consciousness. He stays quiet and focuses on picking at the sticky tape on the Winnie box.

Jiwon’s fingers reach over to stop him. “Hey, shit. Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I didn’t mean that it was your fault. Just that, I don’t know, shit. Sorry. I kinda ruined this didn’t I?”

He shakes his head again and tries not to cry. “You didn’t ruin it. You’re....you’re right. It was my fault though. I should’ve visited her more and I should’ve-”

Jiwon takes the box out of his hands and tidies the presents off their bed. “Come here.”

He stays where he is. Guilty people don’t deserve sympathy.

“Hanbin.”

He goes to get up. “Just give me a second.”

And that’s how he ends up, half-alone, sitting on his couch in a darkened living room, feeling like shit. He expected Jiwon to come rushing in with apologies and hugs and whispers of nice things in his ear that were only partly true.

But he doesn’t. Jiwon leaves him to sit there for something close to an hour. He must’ve been staring at the clock because as soon as it ticked over to 12:01 am, he can hear and feel the presence of someone else in the room.

“Can I come in?”

He snorts. “You live here too. You can do what you want.”

“But do you want me here?”

He shrugs. Yes I do.

Jiwon sits down heavily but doesn’t touch him. Half of him is grateful for the space. Half of him is yearning for warm hands.

“I know you love this blame game thing but if it’s anyone’s fault, it’s mine.”

He looks over; it’s still dark and they can hardly see each other’s faces at all.

“It’s not-”

“Yeah it is. I found you didn’t I? That day in the rain, then I found you at the club, then I asked you to come to June’s shop. I kinda dragged you into this.”

Maybe he melts a little bit. Maybe.

“You didn’t drag me into this.” He says. “I was already walking there.”

“So it’s both our faults? Your sister had a shitty year because we were both shitty brothers with no self control and I really wanted to kiss you.”

He smiles to himself and shakes his head.

“And you said she’s okay now right? Your parents are letting you take her out and stuff. She’s gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay too.”

He nods.

This guy. His guy. His best guy. How the hell does he always know what to say? And why does it always work?

“Good. Great. Because I’m fucking tired as fuck.” Jiwon says eloquently as he yawns. “Are you done blaming yourself tonight? Because I kinda want to get back into bed.”

He rolls his eyes. God forbid he gets between Jiwon and his Sleep.

But he goes willingly. Let’s himself be led back to their bed, with the new sheets that he loves, and presents all over the floor and most importantly, this ridiculous guy who says all the wrongs things at the wrong times but somehow fixes it all by saying all of the right things and the right times too.

“Thanks for the cheap presents, babe.”

“Hey!”

Jiwon giggles and pulls him back against his body. “I love them though. I’m gonna read the book. And I’m never gonna be late again.”

He turns around and kisses Jiwon’s jaw. “Those are both lies but thank you for lying to me.”

Jiwon kisses his nose. “You’re welcome, baby.”

****

December 31st. New Years Eve. 7pm.

They’re getting ready to head over to June and Yun’s for the NYE party when his phone rings.

“Oh hi mom.”

There’s too much silence on the other end and the pause is so long that it makes his stomach drop and his heart fill with the dread of “something bad is happening.”

“Mom?”

“It’s....it’s your father.....he’s in the hospital.”

“What?! When?! Why? Is he okay?” He has to sit down on the edge of the bed then, legs trembling and hands shaky. At the sound of his distress, Jiwon rushes into the room but freezes in the doorway when they lock eyes.

“He’s....it was a heart attack. His blood pressure. I told him and told him but he wouldn’t listen. And...he’s in the ICU now. He’s in a...in a coma.”

He feels sick and cold all over.

“Where...where....are you? I’m coming.”

But by the time he hangs up he feels so weak and he just sits there for a few seconds, staring into space.

Jiwon’s fingers touch his cheek lightly and he looks up.

“Hey? What’s going on?”

His vision is blurry now and it takes him a moment before he realises that he’s crying. “It’s dad...he’s in Asan. Heart attack. ICU.”

“Oh, baby.”Jiwon pulls him forward into an embrace and strokes his head. “I’m sorry.”

“Can you drive me there?”

“Yeah of course.”

Jiwon helps him into his jacket and leads him down to the car. He barely registers being strapped in and he’s got so much going on inside his head that he doesn’t even realise the car has stopped until they’re parked in front of the hospital. Jiwon’s already gotten out of the car and is crouching down next to the passenger’s seat, touching his shoulder so softly, as if anything else will hurt him. It doesn’t matter. He feels numb anyway.

“What if-”

“Your mom would’ve told you.” Jiwon says gently, unbuckling his seatbelt and standing up again. “Ready to go in?”

“No.”

Jiwon chews his lip. He’s seen it plenty of times before but those were in different situations. He gets the feeling that this is new for both of them. This total fucking disaster that neither of them can control.

“What if....do you want to just walk around a bit before we go in?” Jiwon suggests.

And again, he lets himself be led around the front garden of the hospital. There aren’t any flowers, just neat box hedges and a few trees dotted around the peripheries. He leans into Jiwon’s side and he doesn’t even care who sees it. He doesn’t care. His dad had a fucking heart attack. Why should he care what people even think of him anymore?

It makes him angry. Furious that he’s wasted all this time caring about things that don’t even matter.

“Babe...babe...” Jiwon’s voice calls him back to reality.

He can feel his jaw ache from the way he’s grinding his teeth. His hand is gripping Jiwon’s so tightly that it must hurt.

“Sorry.” He says, loosening his grip and trying to just concentrate on breathing.

“What do you want to do? Walk a bit more or do you want to go in now?”

He shrugs. He doesn’t know. He just wants someone to tell him what to do. He wants Jiwon to tell him what to do. Tell him that everything will be fine. Even though everything is not fine at all.

“Okay...okay.....we can just walk inside a bit. Just to the floor he’s on. That’s all. We can do that right?”

He shrugs again but Jiwon pulls him forward and some part of him thinks it’s funny really, that when shit hits the fan, Jiwon really is the one dragging him through it. How the hell would he have done this on his own?

He smell and heat and lights and noises of the hospital makes him want to throw up. It’s clean and pristine and their footsteps echo in the foyer but he can feel the layers of grime and death and suffering.

He doesn’t remember much. Just that Jiwon hugs him in the elevator and kisses his cheek. There’s something whispered against his ear but he can’t remember what it was.

He wishes he could because as soon as the door opens and he can see the long corridor leading to a sign that says ‘Intensive Care Unit’, he starts to panic. Not his usual everyday panic. This was some other kind of panic.

He stumbles backwards, as if to get back into the elevator, but Jiwon’s body is there and moving him forward.

“No....not yet, not yet...” He says, voice strained and foreign to his ears.

There’s an overhead announcement about something and in the distance he can hear a beeper going off. Doctors in white coats walk past, talking a mile a minute about things he doesn’t understand. The dinner ladies all file past with their empty trays and blue aprons. But the smell is still there. That unclean-clean disinfectant. It smells like sick people. Thick and claustrophobic, like all the walls were about to close in and he can’t breath anymore.

“Hey, hey....you’re okay.” Jiwon leads him down an empty corridor and pulls him tightly into his chest. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”

He doesn’t know how long Jiwon repeats it or how long they stand there. He knows enough time has past when his heart stops racing and he’s not breathing like he’s drowning.

But he’s not drowning. Or maybe he is. Was. Who cares? He holds on tight because Jiwon is still here and always was here. Maybe always will be here. He hopes so. If he’s going to stick around, he doesn’t want to be a basket case forever. Jiwon deserves more than that. He doesn’t want to be Jiwon’s basket case.

“We can go in now.” He says quietly, it’s half muffled by Jiwon’s hoodie but it’s heard all the same.

“Okay.”

He manages. One foot in front of the other. Jiwon’s hand on his back. It’s okay. It’s okay. He can do this. He can do this for Jiwon and his mother and his sister.

When they get to the front desk, it all goes to shit again.

They won’t let Jiwon in because he’s not family.

His parents raised him to be polite. Civil. Polite. Respectful.

But his nerves are so frayed and exposed that he’s really none of those things.

“What?! My father is dying in there and you’re not gonna let my boyfriend in!? Are you actually fucking kidding me right now?”

“Sir, if you could lower your voice-”

He does. Not that it makes him any more polite. “So let me get this straight. My father is in there. I’m out here. And you got some fucking archaic rules about letting non-blood relations in there? I don’t care about your fucking rules. What the fuck? What the actual fuck?!”

“Hanbin, it’s okay. I’ll wait out here.”

He didn’t mean to snap but he does. “That’s not the point Jiwon! The point is that this is fucked up. Do you people just wait for families to come in all stressed out of their minds and then fuck with them? Is that it? Way to make my day even worse! You f-”

Jiwon pulls him away so suddenly that he doesn’t even finish his sentence.

He stands in the corridor, seething and breathing so heavily he will probably pass out at some point. “Can you believe this shit? Who the fuck do they think they are?!”

“You can’t go in there like this. Your mom and sister are there. You need to-”

“What the fuck do you know? Don’t tell me what I need!” He yells back, regretting it the instant it leaves his mouth.

Jiwon is taken aback. There’s something like hurt and confusion across his face, as though he never thought all the anger would be directed at him.

“Don’t yell at me.”

It’s too much. This is too much. He just wants to go home. He collapses against the wall, rubbing whatever tears are left in his eyes. Why won’t Jiwon just leave him? So he doesn’t have to yell at him and disappoint him like this? He wants to be good for him but he’s not, all he does is fuck everything up.

“I’m gonna say some stuff now. You’re gonna listen, okay?” Jiwon says in a tone so serious that he doesn’t even remember the last time he heard it like that.

He nods.

“It’s not worth arguing with that lady. She doesn’t make the rules. It’s their hospital policy. Your dad and mom and sister are in there waiting for you. Just go be with your family, okay? I’ll wait out here if you need anything.”

He cries. Long silent tears into Jiwon’s shoulder. “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m a fucking mess.”

“And I told you it’s okay.”

“Why are you....”

“Why am I what?”

Shaking his head, he dries his eyes on his sleeve, sniffing a few times to clear his nose. “You’ll wait here? It might be awhile.”

“Yeah, I’ll wait. It’s okay.”

He apologises to the lady at the front desk. She takes it better than he expected but he supposes she’s seen all types of outbursts. She buzzes him in and just before he walks through the ICU doors, he looks over his shoulder to see Jiwon giving him a small smile.

If he had any tears left, he’d cry all over again.

****

Soundtrack for this chapter: All I Want For Christmas Is You by Michael Bublé | Love Scenario (piano cover)

#cloudy with a chance #it's part I #because 30 turned out a whole lot longer than i planned #god i am terrible at planning anything #where's my personal assistant?#i'm taking job offers btw #send me your resumes #ikon #double b #jiwon #bobby #hanbin

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12 Days of Hopper: Hawkins Police Station Christmas Party

Characters: Chief Jim Hopper x Female Reader, Florence/Flo, Officer Powell

Words: 2,924

Rating: Explicit, 18+ ONLY

A/N: Welcome to 12 Days of Hopper, presented by (the dream that is) @atari-writes and myself! We’ll be alternating posting a story every day up until the 25th December to do with Christmas and all that comes with it. Feel free to ask us to be tagged if you wish!

This story contains swearing, dirty talk and sex without a condom.

Summary: Hopper's not a fan of parties, but you know how to change that.

"Where's Hopper?"

"What?"

"Have you seen Hopper?"

"What?"

Flo tuts, shaking her head, before she leans closer to you, shouting into your ear in an effort to be heard above the music, "Do you know where Hopper is?"

Frowning lightly, you lift your head and scan the area. He had been standing over by the drinks table, nursing a beer and talking with one of his officers by the front desk, but now the Chief of Hawkins Police had vanished. Turning back to Flo, you shrug as you shake your head, also raising your voice to be heard.

"I have no idea!"

Pressing her lips together, Flo places a hand on your arm. "Tell Hopper I said goodbye and Merry Christmas! And Merry Christmas to you, too!"

You nod as you grin at her, leaning in to plant a kiss on her cheek. She tuts again at your affection but you catch her smile as she moves away, tugging her coat on and heading towards the doors. Turning back to the party, you narrow your eyes slightly to scan again... And take a moment to appreciate just how damn great the place looks.

Christmas lights, tinsel and banners that shout, 'Merry Christmas!' are strewn about, hanging from the walls and across the various desks that have been shoved hapazardly towards the edges of the room to create some sort of dance space in the centre. There's a table of drinks and food, which most of the officers are hanging around, and a small Christmas tree sits in the corner by the doors. You and Flo had managed to sort it all out half an hour or so before the party was to start, and you didn't think you'd done too damn badly.

Rising up on your toes, your feet lifting out of your heels slightly, you try and gaze over everybody's heads. Your search unsuccessful, you graze your teeth over your lower lip and make your way across the room, smiling and murmuring, "Excuse me," you don't know how many times. You exchange a few pleasantries with people as you pass them, getting a small kick out of introducing yourself as 'Jim's girlfriend' when you meet some people you hadn't before.

Eventually making your way to the other side of the room, you smile warmly at Powell who's sat at a desk, by a phone.

"Hey, have you seen Jim?"

"Chief's probably hiding in his car or in his office. Where ever he is, I'm jealous."

The corners of your mouth lift into a smile as you pass him, patting his shoulder sympathetically. Moving behind the desks, you head towards Hopper's office, the blinds inside them shut. Nudging the small swing door open with your legs, you place your hand on the door handle and gently push it open. Peering around the door, your eyes settle on Jim Hopper. He's sat at his desk, the small light on it dimly illuminating the room.

"What are you doing in here?" you murmur, your voice automatically softening as you enter and shut the door behind yourself, not wanting to shatter the seeming calm in this room even though the loud music is only a little muffled, the room practically vibrating.

Hopper looks up from the file in his hands, and one side of his mouth lifts high at the sight of you. "Hey, baby."

"Hey. There's a party out there, you know." You arch an eyebrow as you return his smile, folding your arms across your chest.

Dropping the file on to a small pile of others, he sits forward in his chair, leaning his forearms on the desk. "I know. I can hear it. D'you mind telling the hostess to keep it down?"

"'Hostess'?" you snort, both eyebrows raising as your smile widens. Moving around the desk, you lean against the edge of it, facing him. "I was told The Grinch was in here, have you seen him?"

Hopper sits back in his chair, resting his elbows on the arms of it as he watches you. "I am not being a Grinch."

"Yes, you are, Hopper. People are out there calling and crying out for those dance moves of yours."

He tips his head to the side as he tries not to smile. "Well, I can't bring them out too often, the novelty wears off."

"Oh, it'll never wear off, Hopper." Pursing your lips to also stop a smile, you unfold your arms, placing your hands on the edge of the desk.

He shakes his head at you, a smile finally spreading across his features as he looks away for a few moments before his gaze returns to you. Looking you up and down, he twists his chair towards you a little more.

"Did I tell you how nice you look?"

"Yes, you did, Hopper. About three times, I believe."

"Fuckin' gorgeous," he murmurs, leaning towards you, his elbows on his knees. One of his hands lifts and takes hold of the hem of your dress, his thumb stroking over the material as he gazes up at you. "This new?"

"No. You just never notice what I wear."

"Mmh, I always notice, baby, I'm just more concerned about what's underneath." A roguish smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth as he watches you clench your jaw in an effort to suppress a smile.

"You're an idiot."

"Mmnh, but what is underneath?" His hand suddenly slides up your inner thigh and brushes over the front of your panties.

You gasp loudly and automatically shove his hand away even as a shocked grin spreads across your lips, your mouth open.

"Jim! Jesus Christ, remember where we are!"

"Lace, huh?" He leans back in his chair, smirking thoroughly smugly. "Someone's hopin' to get lucky tonight."

"Oh, stop it," you tut, your cheeks flushing as you fold your arms.

"So you're not? You weren't hopin' to catch me all alone..."

"Oh, don't be so ridiculous," you mutter as the heat continues to rise on your cheeks.

The smirk lingers on his lips as his gaze drops for a few seconds before lifting to lock with yours.

"I like those heels on you."

You watch him, your breathing hitching ever so quietly at the slight change in his tone.

"I wonder..." He rises from the chair, hands on the armrests to push himself up, and moves to stand in front of you, his eyes travelling your body. "... What you'd look like in just these heels and those lace panties, spread out on my desk."

Heat surges between your legs. Gazing up at him, you swallow lightly as you lift your chin and unfold your arms, it now being your turn to try and remember where you are.

"Hopper-"

"Sittin' on my desk, your legs spread for me, your pussy wet." With his gaze fixed on yours and his tone low, it sounds like a promise. Closing the space between you, forcing you to straighten up from your leaning position, his hands settle on your hips. You can't stop yourself from squeezing your thighs together as you look at him, your breathing now a little more audible.

He feels your legs move slightly as you do so. His smirk returns.

"You already wet for me, baby?"

You glance from his lips and back to his darkened eyes, your entire body now humming with desire.

"... Yes."

The moment the word leaves your lips, he moves. One hand moves behind you and shoves various papers, files and pens off of his desk, scattering them to the floor, whilst his other arm wraps around your waist and lifts you. Sitting you on the desk, he stands between your legs, his arm remaining tight around you, keeping you pressed against him and causing your dress to ride up to your hips. Your lips part at the sudden movement, and your hands have flown up to grip at his shoulders.

You can feel his erection through his trousers, pressing against the front of your panties, and you can't stop yourself from starting to rock your hips. He grunts as he gazes down at you, and lifts a hand to cup your cheek. The pad of his thumb glides down over your lips, lingering at your lower one and pulling it down slightly. Releasing it, his fingers then brush down your throat and around to the back of your neck. Unbuttoning the five buttons that start at the nape of your neck, loosening the dress around your body, his thumb then slides around the neck of the dress to your front, and he draws it down, the material pooling at your hips.

Your breathing hitches audibly as it drops, your eyes remaining on him. His arm around your waist lifts, his hand travelling up your back to your black lace bra, and his fingers unclasp it. A faint sound escapes from your throat when, as he pulls the straps off of your shoulders, the cups brush against your hardening nipples as the bra falls to the floor in the small space between you. His hand slides down from your shoulder, over your collarbone and down between your breasts, settling on your stomach.

Then, he pulls away.

You can't stop your lips from parting as he does so, your back straightening. His tongue runs along the bottom of his teeth as he takes a few steps back, then stops, leaning against the wall behind him. Your chest rises and falls faster than usual as you watch him take in the sight of you, a muscle in his jaw tensing slightly.

He's not even touched you, really, and you're aching for him.

"Fuck..." he murmurs, raising his hand to his mouth and brushing his thumb back and forth against his lips. "Look at you, baby. Jesus Christ..."

A sinful idea enters your mind. This isn't quite the picture he had painted.

You lean back until you're resting on your elbows, and lift your legs, placing the heels on the edge of the desk, your legs now spread wide. He stills, staring at you.

The door isn't locked, anyone could walk in right now, but you don't care.

Tilting your head to one side, you bite at your lower lip for a few moments before releasing it.

"This what you want, Hopper?" you murmur, a ghost of a smirk hinting at the corners of your mouth.

Moving towards you, his hand falls from his mouth and settles on your knee.

"Yeah..." he rumbles, his voice rough. "... This is what I want."

His hand slides down your thigh to your panties, and his thumb strokes a line up your covered slit, making your lower stomach muscles tense as you exhale a sharp breath. His fingers then travel up your stomach, up between your breasts to the back of your neck and he leans down, finally capturing your lips in a firm, heated kiss. You moan into his mouth as his erection presses against your panties again and you waste no time in rocking your hips, showing him exactly what you want. He groans as his hips jerk, his tongue stroking into your mouth, and his hands fly to his belt, quickly unbuckling it.

You lie back fully on the desk, the coolness of it contrasting to your hot skin, and your arms wrap around his neck, drawing him down against you. You release a series of small moans from the back of your throat as the fabric of his shirt brushes deliciously against your nipples, making your back arch as you seek more. Then, you hear the sound of a zipper and feel his hand tugging your panties to the side. The tip of his cock is then teasing at your wet pussy lips, parting them and brushing over your swollen clit.

You huff out a breath against his lips as you dig your nails into his back, lifting your hips to try and coax him into you. You feel him smile.

"Jim, please..." you breathe.

Then, he's pushing inside you in one, slow thrust. Your head falling back as your eyes close, a cry starts to escape you before his hand quickly covers your mouth, muffling the sound. Moaning into his palm as he sinks all the way in, stretching and filling you, your hands fall from him as he straightens up. Opening your eyes after a few moments, you find him gazing down at you, jagged breaths leaving him. He doesn't move. You let out a low, muffled whine and rotate your hips, silently begging him to move. He grits his teeth and slowly withdraws from you... Only to push back in fully a moment after.

Your back arches as you manage to hold his gaze, still pleading with him to move faster, but he just withdraws and slowly thrusts into you again. It's maddening and he knows it is. Tearing his eyes from yours, he looks down as his hips move languidly again, watching his cock sink into you and draw out, watching how your pussy coats his cock in your wetness. You groan against his hand at the expression on his face, his lips parted and his jaw tight. Sliding a hand down your stomach, you brush your fingers over your clit, drawing a low moan from yourself. He, in turn, grunts, and his hips quicken just slightly.

Resisting a smile, you begin to circle your clit, matching his pace. When he starts to speed up, so do you, your moans of relief lost against his palm. You can't stop the tip of your tongue from flicking out against it and his eyes dart up, locking with yours. Moving his hand, his fingers splay against your neck as he slips his thumb between your lips. You automatically begin to suck on it, your tongue stroking against the pad. Clenching his jaw, Hopper now starts to thrust within you at a steady rhythm.

"Want to hear you, baby..." he murmurs in a slightly strained voice, pulling his thumb from your lips and dropping his hand to the base of your throat, his fingers curving around it, lightly, but enough to make your slick walls flutter around him with excitement. He releases a low groan, his eyes closing for a few moments before they snap open, wanting to keep on watching you.

Licking your lips as you breathe audibly, trying to suppress moans, your nails dig into the desk.

"You're gonna think about this all the time now, aren't you, Hopper?" you murmur, your voice husky. "How I spread my legs for you and let you fuck me right here on your desk. Every day you come into work, every time you sit here, you're gonna think of me lying here. You're gonna get so hard when you remember how you stretched my pussy and how I got your cock all wet and-"

You break off with a sharp cry that he doesn't care to muffle as he thrusts hard within you, now quickening his hips.

"Oh, fuck..." you gasp, your forehead dipping as your eyes close and your head tips back, both your hands moving behind you to grip at the edge of the desk. You hear him grunting, almost growling, with each thrust, the sounds mingling with your breathy moans. He watches the way your breasts move with each thrust and reaches a hand out, capturing a nipple between the backs of his first and middle finger, rolling it between them.

Your teeth sink into your lower lip to muffle another cry as your body starts being consumed by pleasure. You can feel it curling and building deep within you, pushing you towards the edge of your release.

"Fuck, baby, just look at you..." he growls under his breath. "... So fuckin' wet and eager for me, you're fuckin' lovin' this, aren't you, huh?"

You can only whimper in reply, nearing your release as your breaths grow shorter and higher.

"Jim..."

"Fuck, come for me, baby, come on..." His other hand is suddenly at your clit, his fingers stroking at it in a relentlessly strong rhythm that matches his hips.

A loud moan tears from your lips, then you stiffen and, as he thrusts into you again, filling you completely, you finally come, crying out. Gripping tightly at the edge of the desk, your hips rise as ecstasy floods through you. Wave after wave of it is prolonged as Hopper moves his hand from your breast and grips the edge of the desk above you, using his hold on it to fuck as deeply and firmly as he can into you. Seconds later, he finds his own release, and you feel him spill inside you as he yells out through gritted teeth.

Your moans diminsh to quiet whimpers as he eventually starts to slow his jerking hips, and his hand falls from your clit to your waist, holding on to you as his head bows. Releasing the edge of the desk, your fingers a little stiff from how tightly you had gripped it, you place your hands either side of his neck. He swallows hard and opens his eyes a few moments later, gazing down at you. A breathless smile lifts your lips and he just can't help but smirk faintly at the sight of it.

"Looks like you did get lucky, huh?" he murmurs, still trying to steady his breathing as he dips his head and presses a tender, lingering kiss to your cheekbone.

Your smile widens.

"Yeah... And looks like I wasn't the only one."

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