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Hi. Glad to see you back here for Chapter 2 of CD&FE.

Pairing: Jake X Female Reader

Summary: This is an AU that starts with the release of GVF’s first EP, Black Smoke Rising, and follows along life paths over the course of twenty plus years. Part Two: We have a jump in time of seven years!

Content warnings: Language, smoking, drinking, sexual situations, oral (m & f rec), anal play, protected sexual encounter, and a twinge of angst.

Word Count: approx. 10.5K

A bunch of forehead kisses going out to @edgingthedarkness and @takenbythemaddness for all of your help with this! Thank you, my friends!

CD&FE, Part 2: Jake POV

We were back to work, not that there was much of a break in between tours. It was enough. We released the new album and headed out. It was what we did. After a smattering of shows, we took a few weeks off before starting up again. It was a week until the next round of shows - starting in St. Paul. We were on schedule to meet with the venue people via online chat to just make sure all the logistics were in place for our needs. It was certainly something that the management team could have handled alone, but they always liked to have at least one of us in those meetings just to ensure we wouldn’t circle back and blame them if something was not right or did not meet expectations when we arrived at said venue. We had a long line of these meetings over the course of the week and we decided to double up so as to survive the gauntlet together.

It was the first stretch of the very long day, and I sat next to Josh as the suits gathered around the conference table with the screen a shade of reddish orange with a flashing string of pending dots that slowly pulsed. I was already annoyed. I dragged my sunglasses down from the top of my head and covered my eyes in hopes that I could at least hide my disconnect from everyone during this. Josh, however, was babbling along with everyone in pleasant conversation to pass the time. I was already checked out when the screen flipped over to a wide conference room located somewhere in the capital city of Minnesota.

I was barely listening. Truth be told, my eyes were drifting closed with pictures of a quiet house for me to retreat to in several hours worth of time. Josh would tap my elbow, as if he was checking to make sure I wasn’t fully asleep. That had happened - probably too often. At the forty minute mark, I stood and drifted out of the room with a signal of just needing a break. The meeting was rolling on and that was fine. I hunted down some coffee and some water before returning to the room.

“Our graphics team is being headed by Y/n/L/n. Y/n?”

My grin tugged a bit at a memory of a girl that had that first name from way back when things were still small. A night of celebration. She still skated through my thoughts in those long stretches of bus travel when others just did not seem to do. I took a sip of coffee and listened a little more to this woman talk without actually looking at her face. I doodled out little swirls and boxes and swords and … whatever the hell that fuzzy piece of ick with eyeballs was? Finally, I allowed my eyes to turn to the screen to take in the split screen of four faces. The one in the upper right hand corner made me freeze.

Fucking. Hell. I nearly dropped my coffee cup in my lap. Josh glanced at me with a raised eyebrow. It was her. I was pretty sure that my jaw hung open as I tried to pull myself together. I shifted around in my chair only to have Josh lean towards me with a WTF look.

“It’s fine,” I whispered, eyes flicking to the screen once more.

“The hell it is,” he whispered back, looking at me like I was half crocked. “You look fucking spooked.”

I rolled my eyes and leaned forward on my elbows, palms pressed tightly together. I resolved myself to look at her. I could still see her pretty in her eyes, but she was way more polished, more professional than the last time our paths crossed. I fought blurting out ‘Deep Purple!’ She was answering questions of the team without even a glance at the paper she was holding in her hands. She knew her shit and worked in a manner that surprised me. I took a long drink of my water and settled my brain into the present. It was still a management meeting. I was still required to be professional. I diverted to Josh to answer anything, however. My eyes kept straying to her corner of the screen for the twenty minutes that she resided there.

Flashes of what had been that night echoed through my skin. There was a thinly veiled put-togetherness that she had worn over a carefree smile that had captured my attention right away. Ann Arbor… Yeah. In that little bar. And she was gorgeous in that frilly shirt, and that high slit skirt. I felt my eyes roll back into my skull as I tried to rein in my thoughts to save myself from getting hard right there.

Okay, get it the fuck together. I scolded myself. I tried to keep my focus on the work. I tried to keep the pen in my hand just swishing back and forth, not looking like I was taking notes, but at least showing that I was aware of my surroundings.

“Thank you for giving us your time, gentlemen,” Y/n replied, as she was wrapping up her part of the presentation.

I looked into the screen to find that she was smiling warmly. Josh stepped in with his typical pleasantries and I nodded as the screen shifted to the next crew. I practically bounced out of the chair and ran towards the door. I needed a smoke. I needed out of that room and the suits and the everything that was being discussed to get our asses back on stage doing our show. I shoved my way outside and had a cigarette between my lips as I’m fishing the lighter out of my pocket. Josh is more than a few steps behind me as I pace down the long sidewalk.

“What the hell was that, Jake?” he asked as he caught up to me.

“Y/n,” I said as if that explained everything.

He looked at me like I had sprouted wings out of my ears. “The graphic team leader?”

I grumbled and took a deep drag in an effort to evade him. I exhaled loudly as he tried to stop me in my tread. “Come on, Josh. Let it be.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about here,” he pressed, grabbing hold of my arm to get me to stop. “How would you even know her? We’ve never dealt with that team.”

I rolled my eyes to the damn sky as I am flooded with an embarrassment that I cannot hide. I kept smoking, ignoring him, keeping my eyes everywhere but on my twin. I watched as he dragged his phone in front of his face and I took the opportunity to move ahead of him. I could see my car in the lot and debated about a quick getaway.

“Nope,” he grumbled, tugging on my shirt. “They’re calling us back in. Questions about gear and technicals.”

I stomped my foot. Like a damn toddler even. Freedom was a mere fifty feet away but he was dragging me back towards the office door.

“What the hell, Jake. Who is this girl?” Josh fought to get behind me to start to push instead of yanking my arm out of the socket.

“Ann Fucking Arbor,” I ground out. “It’s her.”

He stopped as if trying to remember and still was coming up short. I threw my hands up in frustration. His eyes glazed over as if it hit him.

“The one who took your ass cherry?” he asked quietly, eyes squarely not on my face. “Fuck. No, Jake… That one you talked about for months?”

My eyes rolled up as embarrassment twisted in my gut. “Not months…”

“Just when we all thought you had finally moved past her, you’d get laid and she’d come back,” he replied with an incredulous laugh. “It was absolutely annoying. I thought Sam and Danny were going to mutiny over it. I think they even had a total murder board style plot to take you the fuck out.”

I watched as he grew still. The possibility of being in this woman’s space once more was sending me into a realm I did not know if I needed to be part of. The likelihood of seeing her in person was tiny. Miniscule. But it was there. And damned if I wasn’t curious. Seriously.

I finished out the meetings, but only barely was I actually present. My thoughts were in a small, double queen hotel room in a college town not too far from home - well, what had been home. Each thought flared with heat and an innocence that was wrapped in so much…

My head fell back as I made it look like I was stretching, and not fucking melting down with sudden trepidation that threatened to upend… Fuck. Get the fuck out of my head - that’s what I needed to do. Home. Quiet. Solitude. Yeah. It’s what I-

“Bar night,” Josh interrupted my thoughts as we were walking out the door.

“Come on, Josh. I just want to go home tonight,” I whined, leaving me to wonder who the fuck this person was that was suddenly inhabiting my body.

He looked at me like I had three heads, each one with wings in its ears. “It’s on the calendar. It’s been planned for weeks. Tradition and all. Even Danny made it home for this. You gotta go.”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine. Two drinks and I’m out the door.”

“What are you, eighty? And no - not two drinks. We’ve got shit to throw at the socials,” he pointed out with a jab of his finger into my chest.

“Fine,” I practically growled as I pushed past him to get to my car.

“You’ll be on time, Jacob!” he called from behind me.

“Yeah, just so you can show up two hours later, prick,” I remarked as I opened my car door.

If he said anything after that, I’m not really sure. I just needed silence to get my fucking brain around whatever was to come. Am I embarrassed to admit that I was actually fucking on time that night? Maybe. It was my way of trying to just get things over with sooner. Josh did not make mention of my earlier panic, and for that I was grateful. But it left me wondering if he actually remembered, or was keeping it to rub it in my face at a later day and time.

St. Paul. It was three days until the show. Sam and I walked into the venue as we were on schedule to be the early contact for the suits. The gear was not due to arrive for a few more days, but we were due for the grand tour and promotionals. We were greeted at the curb and were instantly shown the big board outside before being whisked inside out of the searing heat that was already reverberating off the concrete like red hot pokers.

I would be lying if I didn’t first look around to see if she was anywhere to be found. That was not the case. And I was thankful. Sort of. We first went into the main area space. I took in a deep breath, looking forward to feeling my sound fill every inch of the air and each and every ear in the audience. I was standing right where the end of the catwalk would be when I saw another group entering from the far end of the floor space. She was unmistakable wrapped in one of those sundresses that tie around the waist with the skirt that floated around her ankles. The top was probably a halter, but she wore a little pullover to put a little more polish to the outfit. Her hair tumbled down her back, while it was pulled into a soft braid to keep it from her pretty face.

Sam kicked my foot. Yeah, I was caught staring, but fuck she was… I brought my gaze back around to my youngest sibling and his seemingly judgemental expression. What the hell had Josh told him to warrant such a reaction?

“No,” he whispered as he started yanking the hem of my t-shirt.

I followed along, despite the look of recognition I caught from her as we pushed around where the gear would be organized behind and around the stage set. By the time we looped back through the space, her group was standing in the middle of the main floor. She had a tablet balanced on one arm and was focused on whatever she was doing. I watched as her eyes flicked up to different people, I assumed asking questions before turning her eyes back to her moving hand. We were led deep within the belly of the arena and got the lay of the green rooms, where our jam room would be, where family and friends could hang out while we worked. We ran through the catering options before heading back out.

The main floor was empty when we returned. As we crossed towards the entrance alcove, we were running through times for gear arrival, stage set up and finally soundcheck. By the time we got back to the main doors, she was there with her group. One of the suits was waving towards the display space while another was pointing in another direction. Whatever was going on, she seemed calm, jotting down notes and answering questions.

I ignored my brother’s warning glare as we made to move past the group. I felt her eyes on me as we began to maneuver around them. I aimed to move behind her, pausing for the briefest of moments so as to lean in but not touch.

“Deep Purple,” I whispered so that she would be the only one to hear.

I saw the corner of her mouth curl up as I kept walking. Sam was already at the door waiting, his eyes full of being done with me already. I followed him into the breezeway and he was talking about the saloon across the street when I heard her call out for me.

“Meet me across the street,” he said, not bothering to turn to even look at me.

“Hey,” I said as she walked towards me. “Looks like St. Paul has been very good for you.”

“And you’re pretty far from the bars in Ann Arbor,” she returned, a faint blush rising across her cheekbones. “You look good, Jake.”

“You look amazing, Y/n,” I said with a grin.

Her gaze cast down, almost like she didn’t know what to expect. “I didn’t think you would remember-”

I looked over her shoulder, seeing that a few in her group were growing impatient. “I know you’re busy now, but…”

“I overheard - you’re going to the saloon?” When I nodded, her smile grew huge. “I just have to wrap up this meeting. Shouldn’t be more than an hour. Can I meet you over there - maybe catch up a bit?”

“I’d like that,” I responded, unable to hide my all too big smile. “You won’t run off when I’m not looking, will you?”

She blushed. Her cheeks blushed the most beautiful color as a nervous laugh fell from those lips that looked absolutely inviting. She left me without an answer and I was left to wonder. I pushed my way outside with a grumble over the damn heat. Seriously, how was the asphalt still solid in that kind of oven? I was sweating my ass off from the four hundred or so steps from the main venue entrance. The icy blast of the inside of the bar was more than welcomed against my pulsing skin.

Sam sat at the far side of the bar, already in conversation with the bartender. I sat down with a point at one of the local lagers on tap. It was not lost on me that pictures of those acts and events from the center were splashed all over the place, including the next day’s show of Pearl Jam, and right after was Starcatcher. I quickly looked away. Sam was knee deep in talking about the pending show and I just kept my eyes on the door, willing it to be the fastest sixty minutes on the planet.

That did not happen.

I watched as Sam left at the 75 minute mark.

There were a bunch of people coming and going and I thought perhaps I missed her at the 90 minute mark.

Fuck. Nearly two hours later.

I felt tired and cranky and dismissed at the two hour ten minute mark. I was done. I closed my tab and took my last swallow of my beer. I stopped in the men’s room before heading out. The hotel was just a few blocks away, closer to the capitol building - I could man it up and walk through the heat, but damn if I wasn’t wanting to wallow in the fact that she had skirted me once again. With my eyes on my phone looking for an uber as I walked down the stairs to the street, I ran into someone with a loud eeep.

“Oh, shit - sorry,” I started until I realized my hands were on her arms and it was her eyes that I was looking into.

“Jake,” she said, sounding a little breathless. “I’m so sorry. They took way longer than I planned for and I didn’t have a number to let you know and wow, this is shitty of me and you’re leaving and I don’t blame-”

I couldn’t look away from her. The speed of her words meant nothing. In fact, I’m not even sure I was really listening. It was her. She hadn’t meant to be late. She was there. I smiled as she rushed through her explanation, finding that she held onto my hand and moved closer, despite the heat around us.

“I’m glad I caught you,” she finally said, letting my hand go as if just realizing that she had me in a death grip. “You’re probably out of time now, though. I see you’re leaving.”

“I don’t remember you talking this much,” I managed with a chuckle. And there it was again - the blush. Wow. “I was heading out, but no. Nothing on my schedule until tomorrow.”

“Oh. Really?” she asked, eyes twinkling. Fucking twinkling! “Um. You know, I’ve not eaten since like this morning. There’s all sorts of stuff up and down this street if you want to hang here, or… Uh. There’s a little pub a few blocks from here that has really good food. I’m just parked in that lot there.”

“That sounds good,” I said, watching as she dug her keys out of her bag.

I followed at her side, feeling a jumble of excitement flood my system. We moved into the parking garage that is on the one side of the saloon and she pointed to a little two door roadster that looked fun to drive. Traffic was beginning to thicken and I admit, I was holding on tightly as she navigated with a hard gleam in her eye. My heart was thudding wildly just to be in her presence. There was something so… alluring about her. She drove away from the busy downtown/Capitol area and before I was beginning to wonder just where she was taking me, we pulled into a little Irish pub. The parking was a little full, but I trusted that she knew what she was getting us into.

I found it totally natural the way she reached for my hand to lead me inside, keeping me close. My thoughts bent back to the pool hall and how she leaned into me that night, allowing me - a stranger - to be with her, hold her… Fuck, taste her. She did not let go until we were seated in a booth. I smiled as I glanced at the ale options, ordering a tall black and tan, to which she nodded and got one as well.

“You guys kinda turned into a big deal,” she sighed as she took off her little wrap to stick over her bag.

I laughed. “Yeah, seems a long way away from that first EP, right? Are you still with that firm that you moved out here for?”

“No. I got scooped up by a larger firm two years ago,” she said as the server set down our glasses with a smile. “They made me a project lead right away - that’s why I’m in the bigger venues now.”

She pointed at a few things on the menu that made me smile. We did not share a meal in our last adventure, so to see her choose actual food was nice. Orders placed, we sat back and enjoyed the space.

“Imagine my surprise that you popped up in one of the meetings with the suits,” I replied before taking a sip of my beer.

The slow grin on her face made me lean forward. “Yeah. When I was given your ticket, I was a little concerned. I was sure you didn’t remember me. I mean - why would you?”

“Why wouldn’t I, would be the better question, Y/n,” I said, unable to hide the softness in my tone. “Can I ask you something?”

I swallowed as she nodded. I wasn’t sure if I really wanted the answer. I had thought that I had done something all these years to put her off. Perhaps it was a bit too early to ask such a question in our evening, but it had been nagging me for a little too long.

“Why didn’t you want breakfast with me? Why’d you leave like that?”

Her smile is warm and genuine. “Truth?”

“Truth. Always.”

There was the blush again. It truly was a lovely sight on her features. “I had never done anything like that before. I had no clue how to just say - thank you for helping me celebrate and leave. Sounds stupid now, but you…”

She fell quiet. I watched as she rubbed her finger across the rim of her glass before taking a sip.

“You were pretty perfect that night,” she said in a low tone, eyes shy. “I thought I would never see you again. I sure didn’t think I would feel this…”

I can’t help the smile that hits my mouth. “Good or bad?”

“Good. Damn good.”

I drew in a breath with a nod. Suddenly, relief poured into me at the notion that I’m not totally fucked out of my head from feeling this whatever the hell spark that was spurning me on.

“Did love conquer all with your friends?” I asked, keeping the thread, but moving it away a little bit.

She paused for a moment before letting out a little puff. “Patty.”

“Yeah - there was some kind of drama with that one girl,” I pressed as my ear caught the clanks and clangs of a drum kit being set up.

“Oh, they have live music on Thursdays and Fridays,” she explained. “It’s what keeps me coming back.”

I twisted around and sure enough, there was a small stage tucked in the back belly of the pub. I grin over the memories of doing that very same thing not too long ago. “Nice. But your friends…?”

“Ah. Patty and Sidney. That was that night.” She sat back as the server brought our food around. “Well, love conquered for a grand total of eleven months.”

“Ouch,” I sighed as I looked over our steaming meals with no way to actually hide how hungry I was.

“Wow - this looks amazing,” she beamed at the server. She ordered another round of beers and flashed that grin that had me already melting.

“So, what happened to your group? You still in contact?” I asked as I watched her munch a french fry.

“Patty - yes. I’ve actually known him since second grade - I’ll never be able to get rid of his ass,” she laughed as she cut her sandwich in half. “He’s here in the cities, teaching at Hamblin.”

“Nice. It was quite the group you were with that night, if I remember right,” I replied before I took my first bite of my burger.

“The rest of the group, well… Distance and time have not been kind to us, I suppose,” she said with a tug of her lips to the side.

“It happens.”

“Yeah.”

I watched as she took her first bite - a real person bite - and her eyes rolled closed. I grinned. Yeah. I had to appreciate her. Just as in our hours together before, she did not sugar coat anything about herself. Just the way I liked it. We fell into comfortable conversation about families. Mine was a bit easier since well, I traveled with two of mine constantly. But we delved into childhood homes and parents and siblings. She had me laughing over her school antics with her best friend.

“Yeah, Pat and I were voted most likely to be married and divorced from each other the first year out of high school,” she quipped with an honest laugh. “He got pissed and told them all that we had already been married and divorced twice before our senior year. He really took it personally that no one thought that we could just honestly be best friends.”

I shrugged. “That age, perhaps. We didn’t really get into the whole school scene, I guess. We were already playing bars and clubs every weekend. Kind of made school weird.”

“Lucky.”

I shrugged as our server came by with boxes and the check. The band was waffling in the background and I really did not want my time with her to be at an end. We had been talking for nearly two hours without either of us realizing it. I grabbed the bill before she could, and I laughed. Call me old fashioned. I don’t care.

“Jake?” she asked as I started following her out to the parking lot.

When she turned towards me, I could see it in her eyes. She didn’t want the night to end either. “You work tomorrow?”

She hesitated, eyes going flat with thought. “No. I mean, I do, but no meetings, no office stuff. I was going to have a remote day. But I’m sure you’re busy.”

“Not until the late afternoon,” I responded. I felt her hand slide into mine. She was so close that I could feel the heat of her against me.

“Um. Do you want to go back to my place?” she asked, the blush dancing once more across her face. “It’s just about ten minutes from here.”

“I’d like that.”

I couldn’t stop my hand from reaching out and touching her cheek, as if I could trace the color as it danced across her pretty skin. I took her wrap for her and she carried our leftover boxes. The night had not really cooled - at all. I might’ve let out an exasperated sigh as the wall of humid and searing air struck as we made our way to the car. She explained that her place was new to her - just moved in a few months prior and to excuse the boxes as she wasn’t quite moved in yet. We pulled up to a historic craftsman style home, complete with a porch with a damn swing on it. Y/n had roots here. She had a life here. It made me realize I was just a vagabond with no real place that was ‘home’ for most of my year.

Inside her home was nice. Sure, there were a few boxes, but the space was hers. There was nothing hidden, nothing she shied away from. I instantly latched onto the album collection that was lovingly on display, and it was extensive. She told me to find something as she made her way into the kitchen for something cold to drink. I let my eyes wander. She had alphabetized her albums by artist name, then by year of release. I grinned. I bet she’d go insane if she ever saw the state of our collection and how unorganized it was. I saw the Deep Purple debut Gatefold that had started it all. Y/n put on no act like other ladies. She was an ‘as is’ kind of person, and totally honest about that fact. It was what drew me in the first time, and what was holding me so tightly this time.

I saw a Blind Faith album I hadn’t heard in a long time and put it on just as I hear ice dropping into glasses. I was rewarded with a ‘NICE’ from the kitchen and followed it to her side once more. It was unmistakable. The attraction I felt was very different. It almost felt addictive. A feeling that I could get used to all too quickly.

I dragged my eyes across her very soft, comfortable looking home. The colors were warm and lush and pretty - just like her. There were pictures scattered throughout of faces that look happy - just like her.

“Maker’s okay?” she asks, holding up a glass.

I nod and take her offer. “It’s really a nice house.”

It’s an opening for more conversation. She leads me around, giving me the tour. She points out pictures of her family and of course, many of those family pictures contain her friend Patrick. We wound up on the back porch and shared a smoke. My head is swimming with nothing but her and all I can think about is how I wanted to touch her once again.

“Fuck it’s hot out here,” she complained as she stood up from her chair.

I laughed as I watched her move towards the door. Back inside, the record long over, I feel a space between us. It’s not uncomfortable. I set our glasses on the kitchen island as she moved around looking for her bag.

“Y/n?” I ask finally when I see her set her stuff into the entrance closet, and carry her phone back towards me.

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she took a moment to put away the record and turn off the player. “Jake. I’d like to make up for how I left things last time.”

“There was nothing wrong with …”

She started to walk away, the tie of her wrap sundress coming undone as she moved. My eyes fucking popped. I had to follow just to see if I had seen that right. I caught sight of her, her dress completely open as she beckoned me towards what I assumed was her bedroom. I did not hide my surprise as I caught up, falling against her and into her warm kiss. Every cell in my body awakened at her touch. I tried not to be greedy about it, but fuck if I wasn’t a man in dire need of the woman that was before me. Our touch together did not change from the absolute frenzy that I had first felt trying to get to that motel room seven years prior.

Her dress met the floor with a swish and my hands met her ass with a hard grip. I melted at the sound of her soft whimper, but then was met with her overpowering kiss that nearly knocked me to the ground as she climbed up to wrap her legs around my hardening dick. It was almost wicked how she grinned, looking like she was going to fucking turn me to cinders. I didn’t care what the hell she did. I just knew that I was going to be a happy man because of it.

I landed her on the bed, forcing myself to stay between her legs so as to keep that pussy spread. The pale lace of her panties shot a feeling through me that made everything shake.

“Those guitar fingers still as talented as they were back then?” she cooed, hooking a thumb beneath my belt to give it a yank to unlatch it.

I leaned back as I tugged those pretty panties down across her gorgeous legs and tossed them to land with her dress. One ankle followed by the other, I moved to prop against the edge of the bed, keeping her spread wide. She unzipped my fly and slid her hands down my hips to reveal the raging hard on that I’m pretty sure I’ve been walking around with for hours already.

“I’ve dreamt of this beast,” she whispered as she disrobed me.

I let out a breath as my fingers found her heat and slick and just her. I lick at her taste before plunging them back down in a flurry of feather light and wicked hard pinches that make her whine and… Fuck. There it was. The squeak. She had this sound that sounded like a squeak and damn if I didn’t love that noise. So much so that I pushed two fingers into her while my thumb continued to play at her pussy lips and clit in search of it again. She wrapped her hand around my shaft, just holding it against her palm with her fingers completing the circle of radiant heat. I watched as she placed a gentle kiss to the tip before sliding her tongue out just to send me into a frenzy of desire. Those eyes rolled up on me as she extended her jaw in the most sultry manner. I think I squeaked as she swallowed me down. I thought for sure she was not going to get it all, but then to see her nose against my belly and could feel her constricting my whole self…

“Oh motherfucker,” I blurted out as she licked my balls while I was fully down her throat.

I nearly shot my load right then and there. I had not realized that I had her skewered on my fingers, pressing so deep that I could have begun to fist her. She growled as she began to retreat back up my shaft only to do it fucking again. I tried to figure out how she could do such black magic, but the moment she extended her tongue out, all conscious thought fizzled out and pure, unadulterated pleasure scoured every brain cell I had.

She hummed as she slid her face away from me, those eyes glistened with pleasure. “You liked that, huh? Seems I remember you liked how I touched you. Didn’t you, Jake?”

Jake has fucking checkout out of the damn building, Y/n. There was nothing left of me but this primordial need to rail this woman until we both were screaming. All I could do was shove my fingers into as deep as I could go and bend to capture her mouth in a searing kiss that sent shockwaves into her core. I could feel every inch of her begging for me. I pushed her down flat before yanking those damn ankles up onto my shoulders.

“I am not going to fucking last,” I grumbled, staring down into her pussy like the fine art that it was. A single thought struck.. Fuck. “Condom. Goddamn it. I don’t-”

I felt the moment begin to slip away as her gaze met mine. She pushed off of me and crawled that fine, fine ass up to the nightstand. Am I ashamed that I was more focused on how her pussy was dripping for me? Fuck no. She returned on all fours, a condom wrapper in between her teeth. I let out a long breath as I moved to reach for it, but she kept it away. Slowly, she opened it and rolled it down over me while she was on her fucking knees like she was begging for it.

I trailed the pad of my thumb across her jaw. My whole body, if it wasn’t on fire already, certainly had accelerants added in that moment. I had become a bonfire for this woman. I watched as she returned to the position that she was in, with the added bonus of her hands beneath her bottom to pull herself wider for me.

“Jesus fuck,” I whispered as she laughed.

“Pick a hole,” she ordered, her mouth already a little puffy from her exertion. “But fuck it full.”

My jaw dropped. She was going to kill me and I was going to welcome it. I was pretty sure I had not a single rational thought as I pushed myself deep into her pussy. Her heat scorched and lapped and suffocated every inch in a death hug that made me want to…

I am unsure if it was simple poetry, or the fact that at that moment, I couldn’t remember being inside any other woman - but this one, this Y/n fit me like no other. I realized as I began to slowly grind in and out, snapping my hips just right to fit all the way in, I craved this from each and every woman that I had ever had sex with. This need to crawl all the way into her, feel every bit of her in every fucking way possible. I slowed all the way down to barely move, making sure I brushed all of me against her and was rewarded with a shouted string of garbled babble. Yeah. I just did that to that woman and I did it over and over until she sprayed all down my cock and over my thighs.

I raised an eyebrow down at her as she grabbed my hands that held her hips so tightly. “New spin on that trick, eh?” I teased, immediately seeing if I could make her do that all over again.

I watched as her spine bowed, allowing her beautiful tits to shimmy and fall around as her mouth dropped open. Her tongue brushed out, as if she was seeking for something. I smiled wickedly as her eyes strained to meet mine.

“Put those fingers in your mouth, baby,” I demanded, striking my hips hard against her.

She immediately swallowed them down with a slutty hum. I let out a near howl as I barely hung on, moving between grinding at a snail crawl to a few slams to keep us chasing a high that we both obviously were desperate to obtain. With her fingers jammed in her mouth, she snaked the other hand down to play with her clit. She sucked in a hard breath before letting out the most beautiful moan as her whole pussy clamped down so harshly that I couldn’t move in or out. Instead, I ground around, making sure she came as hard as possible. The moment I could move, I slammed into her over and over. It was like a damn train that could not be stopped as my body moved out of control.

“Jake,” she whispered, her body already tightening once more.

I looked down at her. She sucked one finger into between her lips before trailing just the tip down her chest to circle her nipple. That was it. Holy fuck. I hit the wall going a hundred miles an hour and plowed right through it. My head fell back as I came in a spasmic rhythm.

I held her against me for a full minute, just praying that I didn’t break through the damn condom. I listened to her jagged breathing, until I heard her hum as I slowly fell from our connection.

“Damn,” she sighed as she threw an arm over her eyes.

“Bathroom?” I asked, cupping my soft dick before the condom could fall away.

She sat up, face all full of bliss that I could not help but to feel cocky about. I followed her into the ensuite bath and took the offered washcloth as she started running water in the sink. She was quiet as she cleaned herself and kept her eyes downcast as I cleaned up. Just as I deposited the condom in the trash, she pushed me up against the bathroom wall, her lips crashed into mine in a hungry rush of teeth and tongue. It may have felt like my skin was melting away under her care, but honestly, I think at that moment, I could give a flying rat’s behind about it. I landed on her bed while she walked out to fetch us drinks and put another record on. This time Jim Croce floated down the hall behind her.

I sprawled across the bed, not caring about anything other than feeling the lingering euphoria of the moment. She returned with two fresh whiskeys and two glasses of water. I watched how her body moved as she reached for a little silky robe that she didn’t bother to tie, allowing me to watch her breasts jiggle around in … fuck her breasts were pretty. She laughed as she crawled up on the bed, sitting up against the headboard. I came to rest across her one thigh while her other leg folded across me as if locking me in place.

“Better than before?” she asked before she took a sip of her water.

I rubbed at my bottom lip, unable to hide my grin. “I’d be lying if that didn’t knock my senses loose.”

The laugh she graced me with filled me in a way that made my heart skip. We fell into conversation, our hands just roaming across each other as we really took the time to talk. She asked about being on tour. I answered honestly - most of the time it was just waiting and being lonely and waiting some more. I asked her about her work and friends. She told me about struggling when she first got to St. Paul. She was working her way back to a work/life balance, but work still took a winning side most of the time. I was brushing my fingers across her exposed hip when she took in a breath that captured my attention.

“Relationships are hard for you, I’m sure,” she started, her fingers drawing figure eights across my shoulder. “Anyone special around for you?”

“Not right now,” I answered after a moment. “There was one, but she kinda got tired of my schedule. How about you? Anyone?”

She shrugged. “I mean, I date. I thought there were a few I could get close to, but the interest just wasn’t there, or they’d get pissed about Patrick. That friend thing still gets in the way.”

I laugh and nod. I traced the crease of where her thigh met her torso back and forth. “I’d be lying if I didn’t feel something right now.”

I looked up at her as her fingers stilled against my skin. I watched as she took another drink of her water. The corners of her mouth pinched tightly.

“Jake.”

Her voice caught in her throat and crackled. I turned my attention back to the soft stripe of curls, passing my finger through the downy patch with a smile. Her fingers twisted a bit of my hair to capture my attention.

“Being honest?” she asked.

“Being honest,” I repeated, meeting her gaze. “Also being honest, I’m glad these are still here.”

It was a musical laugh that fell out of her mouth, this laugh that seemed to have tightened around my mind. “Some shockingly handsome guitarist said he liked them, so I kept them.”

I bent and kissed down onto her pubic bone, allowing the curls to rub along my nose. Her hand resumed drawing against my arm as I reached for my whiskey.

“Continuing to be honest?” she asked, brushing a lock of hair over my shoulder. I nodded and made sure to look into her face to show I was listening. “I kind of hoped our paths would cross again.”

“Yeah?”

She nodded, leaning forward and planting a kiss to my lips that lingered. “Yeah,” she whispered as she leaned back.

I passed my tongue across my bottom lip as she retreated. I took a sip, the ice clanked softly against the glass. I looked across her body, feasting upon the skin before me until I returned to the soft stripe of curls once more. I shifted closer to her center and I’m sure I was beaming a wicked gleam.

“Jake…” she sighed, a sleepy little grin spread across her lips. “What are you thinking?”

I planted a kiss to the top of her thigh with a gentle hum. “I’m thirsty, and you look hot.”

I pushed at her opposite thigh to push her open a bit more. Her fingertips brushed against my hair as I planted another kiss to the silken little curls. I was rewarded with a heavy sigh and stifled moan. I pressed the cold glass to her slit and she jumped with a giggle. I shushed her and did it again, liking how her skin reacted. I dipped a finger into the whiskey and let it fall onto her, but immediately licked it in between my lips.

“Fuck,” I whispered as I did it again. “If they bottled this, I’d never leave the damn house.”

She laughed loudly as I fished an ice cube out. I put it between my teeth and nuzzled in, letting my tongue capture the drippings.

“Oh my god, Jake,” she groaned, pushing both sets of fingers into my hair as she pushed herself down from the headboard to be flat on the mattress.

I readjusted, setting the glass on the nightstand to continue exploring her folds. “Think you can squirt into my mouth, Y/n?”

The little huff she let out matched the rising heat of her skin. I roughly pushed up her thigh to fully open her to me and my whims, exposing her little pink entrance at the back. I blew across her thigh as I lowered my mouth to her, sticking my tongue into her cunt with a wicked press and jiggle. I swiped my index finger down from her pubic bone down to her ass a few times, collecting the slick that was already weeping from her.

“Fuck any hole, huh?” I asked before I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue.

She lifted her head to look down at me. “Fuck any hole.”

That was all I needed. I flattened my tongue and gave a slow swipe from her asshole to her clit and back again. I swirled that velvet as I slid my hand beneath her hips to give her a little raise up to better feed on her. I spit into her lower entrance before giving it a circle with my middle finger. I leaned in close, taking her hard clit into my mouth as I pressed into her with a slow, firm pace.

“Can you squirt like this?” I asked before I started to lap at her.

“Keep doing that and we’ll see,” she returned, her voice completely breathless.

I cooed against her as I swallowed against her clit again, making sure I was extra sloppy. I slid two fingers into her pussy while still working her ass and clit. If she wanted to be fucked, I’d give her fucke’ in the best of ways. I could feel the tension in her legs as she began to jitter and quake. She was clenching my hair so tight like she was riding a wild horse and damn if it didn’t hurt like a son of a bitch. But it was the hottest thing I had ever been witness to as she first started to dribble around my working fingers, then spray. I opened as wide as I could, replacing the fingers with my tongue, dancing for fucking joy as she shot her load down my throat with a scream of pure ecstasy.

“God that was sexy,” I said, ignoring that my words were choppy with rasp.

I gave a few more long licks, and laughed over how she jumped. I gave her a slow kiss before ducking into the bathroom to wash up. I returned to her on the bed, hand tucked between her thighs and another condom between her fingers.

“He looks hungry again,” she replied, eyes squarely on my hardening dick.

“Famished,” I said, as I reached for the offered condom.

She moved quickly to yank my body to hers and swallowed me with a deep kiss that I swear, I could feel her tongue reach the back of my mouth. I set the little shiny packet to the side, looking at her fucked out face as she withdraws just a bit. I have another idea, but have no clue if she’d be up for it.

“This robe would look nice tied up around your wrists,” I whispered as I kissed down her jaw.

“And how about hung on a hook?” she said, her voice sing-song as sweet as a lullabye.

My jaw might have dropped open just a bit as I watched her shrug off the silk then twist her hands around a bit to secure them. I grinned as she turned a bit and wiggled a piece of the wrought iron of the headboard out to present a sort of hook. She brought her hands up to catch the delicate fabric on the metal and leaned back against the headboard with her legs spread wide just for me.

“I’ll be fucked,” I whispered, unable to hide my delight.

“You’re gonna be,” she said with a grin. “You’re too far away, Jakey…”

I raised an eyebrow. “A bit demanding seeing that you’re the one who is bound.”

“If you don’t get going, you’re going to be the one on this hook,” she replied, her eyes glistening with a dark that hit me right in the cock.

“Wouldn’t that be a fun concept,” I sigh as I lean in, capturing her chin in between my fingers. “You’re okay?”

She nodded as I moved up against her, dragging my lips against hers. Goddamn this woman was sent me into a frenzy that I was so addicted to that I was sure I would not recover from - not that I wanted to ever be rid of her. Her eyes were languid as I rolled the condom down over me after a few strokes of my fist. I helped her to rise up to a squat so I could slide myself beneath her on my knees. She sheathed herself with me, grinding down on my hips to make us both gasp out over the sensation.

I helped by holding onto her hips, but she really did own the show - no hands needed. Her tits were slamming around my face and I ate them up as she worked me up and down through her quivering heat. The sound of her echoed in my ears as I fucked up into her as she moved down hard in a perfect dance of fucking.

But it was not enough.

As fucking amazing as it was, it was not enough.

I pulled her to a stop and kissed her hard as I pulled my cock from her causing us both to whimper from the loss. I moved back only to turn her so that her belly was to the headboard. With a second thought, I put a pillow in between the wrought iron and her tender flesh. Making sure she was comfortable, I tugged at her hips, forcing her knees wide. Her core wept down her thighs with anticipation for my return.

I slid in at a speed that might have relayed that I was desperate for her. I’m not ashamed that I really was desperate. She was already tightening around me as I slid my fingers up through her hair to tug her head to the side to reveal the expanse of her neck. I sank my teeth into the crook of her shoulder. The hiss that escaped her sent shockwaves through me. She was completely at my mercy at that moment. It was intoxicating.

Once more, I fell away, crawling backwards on the bed so that I could lean forward on my elbows to lap and lick at her flooded thighs and pussy. She didn’t just squeak. She fucking screamed as I circled her engorged clit. Roughly, I grabbed both her tits in my hands upon my return, pummeling that sweet little pussy with all the love I had for her. Y/n was nearly chirping through another orgasm as I felt it - a sudden blinding ray of purity that flooded my entire body. That was it. She had me and swallowed my own orgasm with a greedy pussy that still begged for more. I jolted over and over within her, suddenly longing for her hands to be on me. All I could do was to reach up and clasp my hands to hers. My forehead fell to the base of her neck as I struggled to recapture myself.

“Jake,” she whispered. “My hands, Jake…”

I grimaced as I unhook the silk robe, skating tiny kisses up her arms to ease the ache I was sure she was feeling. I let her unbind herself.

“Stay here,” I said as I slid off the bed. “I’ll be right back.”

Once to the bathroom, I’m quick to clean myself up and take care of the condom. I saw the big tub in the reflection of the mirror and an idea struck. I started the tap, finding a lightly scented bubble bath to drizzle in once the water was warm enough. I retrieved a washcloth and returned to her, as she waited patiently for me. Gently, I ran the cloth up each leg and across her core. I took her hand and led her back to her waiting bath.

“Really?” she asked with a light laugh.

“Yup. And if you’re not careful, I may just have to read from that book that you have stashed over there on your tub cart,” I threatened as she settled down. The look in her eye catches me off guard, but just to prove a point, I grab the book and step into the water myself.

The tub is wide enough to have her feet rest up on my hip. She’s lovely there amongst the thin steam and light bubbles. I liked watching as the ends of her hair swirled around in the water, ghosting across the tops of her breasts. I can’t help but to feel smug over the fucked out daze she seemed to have in her eyes as she took it all in. I wondered if she may have felt the same, but then again, I knew I would soon reward her once again for the evening.

“You’re pretty, you know that?” she whispered, swishing her fingers through the surface of the water.

I grinned, knowing that my cheeks were flushing over her compliment. “And you’re beautiful, but I don’t think I need to tell you that.”

Her brows perked over my sentiment. “I wonder if it’ll be another seven years before I see you again,” she said, her voice soft as she stretched her neck from side to side.

“And if I said I hope that is not the case?” I asked, eyes firmly on her mouth as her lips stretched into a smile. “What are you doing Sunday?”

She laughed, but remained silent.

“I’d like it if you were at the show.”

“You would?”

I nod. “It’s a bit bigger than the last show you saw.”

“How do you know I haven’t been to a show since Ann Arbor?” she asked, leaning forwards with her fingers on my legs.

“I’d have known you were there. It’s like your body calls for me.”

She laughed and leaned back.

“Don’t believe me?”

When she shook her head, I stood up, stepping out of the tub and drying my hands before grabbing hold of the book to her protests and giggles.

“Ooooh, erotic poetry even,” I teased as I sat back down.

“Jake, come on…”

“And who do you read these to? Yourself? Lovers to spurn them on?” I continued with a raised eyebrow, paging through the soft blue colored pages. “How about I piece together something here. Make it my own?”

She folded her arms across her chest as if in challenge. I hummed playfully under her gaze.

“Oh, this is a good line…

Fingertips etch your lust into my flesh…

She licked at her lips as I let my voice drop and get all smooth. I turned a few pages ahead to land on my next line.

I am addicted to your touch, your taste, you…

Yeah. She liked that one, in-fucking-deed. A few more pages and I landed on:

There is no sin attached to the manner in which you love me

Heaven and paradise pale when I laze between your thighs…

Her fingers began to dig into my flesh as I flipped a few more pages around, my eyes skating between her and the written words.

Your gaze consumes my flesh; You have feasted upon my soul;

And yet, you leave me wanting to surrender to you all the more…

I made a slow lick of my finger before I turned another page, making sure she watched how I curled my tongue around the digit.

I want and I want and I want… We will satisfy the flesh to pacify the mind…

We will melt into the other…

I closed my eyes, feeling the last words, hoping that she would know they were my own.

Claim me your safe harbor, and I will ever be faithful.

I kept my breath slow, calm. Her silence touched me in places that rattled my cage. I did not want to open my visage to discover that she knew she had me by the balls. I had been with her for a grand total of maybe eight hours? Everything in my skin knew this woman owned my ass in each and every way.

“That’s not in that book,” she whispered finally.

“No. It’s not.”

“What are you asking of me, Jake?”

Everything. I want fucking everything. The words screamed at me, even though I knew it was impossible.

“Come here and find out,” I decided to say, playfully.

My eyes drift open to find that she had not moved, but her face - her eyes told me that she understood. Fully. I swallowed, unable to look away from those eyes that were etched into my memory in the most intimate of moments. As if reading my body, she finally gave way, climbing over my legs and I pushed myself away from the edge so that she would have room for her knees behind me. God, I was so hard for her without her even touching me that way. The innocence of her mouth touched mine and I slid into her once more.

“I feel it, too,” she whispered into my ear.

She ground her hips into mine. Her warmth was enough to drive me insane. Her beauty etched itself into my song. Moved. I was simply moved by this creature. I captured her mouth in a kiss that felt like we were waltzing - perfectly in sync. I could not get enough of her taste as her body sucked mine in to claim me.

“I can’t cut ties here,” she breathed. “Everything of me is here.”

“I can’t leave the road,” I sighed. “Everything of me is out there.”

That was the rub, wasn’t it.

“I’m not ready for what will be needed of me, Jake,” she admitted before her jaw dropped to let out a gasp.

I shifted my hips beneath her to provide a bit more traction. “I would need to give you everything… I would need you to -”

She came hard around me. Her breathless sounds struck my chest in the most endearing of manners. I lapped and kissed at whatever skin I could reach.

“I would give you all of me, Jake,” she hissed, coming back quickly as she continued to move with small thrusts. “How the hell do we do this?”

She came to a stop and I held as still as possible. We just stared into each other's eyes for a long moment. She pressed her fingers to my face and I won’t lie - I leaned all the way into that touch.

“Can we not let this much time pass between now and the next time our paths cross?” I asked, surprised by how calm I suddenly felt.

“I’d like that,” she admitted with a little swirl of her hips that sent me around the damn bend.

“Maybe revisit this,” I sighed, “when we’re ready…”

She nodded before kissing me deeply.

“I’m not wearing a condom, Y/n.”

I felt her squeeze me before she slid off my cock. “Stand up.”

I grinned as I followed her direction. Without fanfare, I was down her throat. She took my hands to place on her head as if willing me to fuck her face at will. Her hands skated up the back of my thighs and I knew - I knew without hoping it. Her fingers deftly spread my cheeks and ghosted across my entrance. My head fell back over the sensation. She might not have been the only visitor to that area, but my body responded instantly to the memory of my first. She hummed all the way down my length as she tested just the fingertip. I smirked down at her when she discovered she could press in not with one but two digits and not have me cum in under two seconds. The gleam that crossed between us shimmered in her eyes as she continued her pumping into me as I pushed deeper into her throat.

Fuck me. It was beyond me what was transpiring between me and Y/n, but I knew it was a spark that needed to be held close and cherished. It was a promise of a distant time that held comfort. A time that would hold companionship and understanding. If that wasn’t fucking love, I don’t know what it was. But I craved it. I craved what could be. I sure as shit did not want to rush to it, but to know it was there - would be there in the future meant the world.

Fingers deep in me, she did the little tongue on the balls trick again and I could not help but cum. She took me. She took all of me. And then she held my legs to make sure I didn’t fall on my ass. What a woman.

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TEACHER'S PET

🍎 Ethan × reader , Victoria × reader

NSFW 🔥 adultsonly multiple nastytimes

° Ethan Torchio, Victoria De Angelis & female reader insert

wordcount::: 7,022

° Ethan is a professor at your college & you're his star student, including some secret late-night visits to his office. your classmate, Victoria, promises that all of your secrets are safe with her ...

° inspired by this spicy audio ° inspired by this confession from kat (@mistressofthecats-blog ): I'm a slut for Ethan. And all I wanna do is whisper "Mister Torchio" in his ear while running my hands down his Gucci covered chest. ° thanks to everyone who voted for this to be brought out of the vault 💋

° [ITA]: mi scusi: excuse me

You and your professor had lost track of the time because you had gotten overzealous with all the questions you had regarding his career being a conservation advisor for the biggest companies throughout Europe - that was the cover story you had, in case you ran into anyone or aroused curiosity during these late hours.

That was how it had started, your enthusiasm for your major had led you to asking the professor so many questions, the classroom emptied out and silent around you as you sat, nodding along to everything Ethan said. He had been thrown off this flow when his phone had started ringing, he had offered to walk you to your car, which was parked on the opposite side of the expansive campus. Then another day had been spent with him as he asked about your career goals, he had so much advice and could offer to put in a good word with all the connections he had.

You were in awe of him, his lectures the highlight of your weeks at university. By the time you had realised he was hitting on you, there was no doubt in your mind that this was an opportunity you had to take. Not only was he completely brilliant, he was also the sexiest member of faculty - a fact that faced no opposition or critiques.

Now you found yourself visiting with him a minimum of twice a week, sending secret messages that had nothing to do with the curriculum. You would sneak into his office - the door locked as you sat beneath his desk, your head between his thighs while he read essays. You had been very careful and cautious, not wanting anything to spoil what you had with him.

Today was another confidential meeting in his office, you were eager to see him - he hadn't been far from your mind all day, even though watching him lecture hadn't been in your schedule for the day. He stayed in your mind constantly, thoughts of his body and his sounds lingering like cigarette smoke. You hadn't once turned down an opportunity to spend time with him, sometimes getting in your car to drive to him within the first few seconds after receiving his message.

You weren't sitting on the floor this time, he had placed you in his lap as he sat at his desk. He praised you for how quickly you had arrived, telling you he needed to send off a few more emails before he could properly lavish his attention upon you. You sat with your back pressed to his chest, not reading what was on his computer screen, instead just enjoying the feeling of his hands lazily running over your body, undoing the occasional button as he went.

"You're a good girl." He admired, moving your hair off of one shoulder and stroking his nose against the side of your warm neck. "A needier girl would try to distract me, would be impatient and maybe even demanding." He wrapped one of his strong arms around your middle. "But not you, 'cause you're such a good…" You felt his lips on your skin and your eyes fluttered shut. "Such a well-behaved girl."

"Only for you, Mr Torchio."

His mouth opened, a new feeling of heat on your flesh as his tongue skimmed across your throat. His arm around you tightened, allowing you to feel more of the impressive muscles that his clothes were too good at disguising.

He had a variety of different pet names that he would call you. But you did your best to only address him by this professional title during your moments of passion. When you had first called him Mr Torchio he'd had an instant reaction and it was as if you had stumbled upon a secret code word.

He had been screwing you differently ever since. He viewed this as your ultimate consent - he held his hand at your throat for longer, he worked more orgasms out of you, he spanked you harder. It was a sure shot at changing the tone into something more intense.

"Turn around." He said.

You readjusted yourself, facing him and feeling that stirring in your pussy when you saw that look on his face. It was the look that told you he already had a whole host of things he wanted to do to you. It was the look that told you he was prepared to do whatever it took to get you off. It was the look that told you that your knees would soon be trembling, your toes curling. It was the look that told you he was ready for every expletive you would huff out.

He pushed your button-down shirt off of your shoulders and you worked your arms free, so that you could instantly wrap them around him. He hesitated, seeming to notice for the first time that your bra was missing. He smiled as his eyes moved appreciatively over your bare skin. "Maybe you are a little impatient, hm?"

"I prefer to think of it as efficient."

He put his lips to your throat, these kisses lingering as his hands caressed over your back. You couldn’t help but put your hand into his long hair, twirling some strands around your fingers, feeling that dreamy, tingly quality that came to you whenever you received his attention. It was a rush of adrenaline every single time, it was a buzz greater than any night of boozing. You rocked into him, pressing your bare chest flush to his shirt, which was already unbuttoned down to the last three buttons.

His mouth moved lower, kisses ghosting over your skin until he was at your breasts. First, it was his tongue gliding over your nipple, before his lips were securely placed around the stiff peak, making your thighs tense as they rested on either side of his hips.

"Mm, Mr Torchio…"

His hands stopped simply feeling across your skin, now they locked onto one place, grasping your back firmly. You rocked your hips forward again, the hardness hidden in his pants was becoming more noticeable. He pressed his teeth to your nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

With trembling hands, you lifted up the skirt you were wearing, bringing the tight material up into a bunch around your waist. Your panties were already damp as you grinded against him. You worked your hips in a slow, thorough circle, wanting so desperately to fuse your body with his. He sucked on you with more force, his fingers digging into your skin. You ran your hands down his chest, feeling the heat of his skin even through his shirt.

He released your nipple, a breathy moan coming from his mouth as he did so. "Get those fuckin' panties off."

"Yes Mr Torchio." You clumsily got to your feet, tugging the lacy panties down off of your hips. At the same time, he was opening one of his desk drawers - the second from the bottom, it was the drawer you knew best. This was where he kept the condoms and, if the mood dictated, this was where he would have you drop your underwear (he got a great deal of pleasure from the idea of you driving home without any panties).

He removed his pants and shed his shirt. You held your underwear hooked over your finger, instead of dropping it to the ground as you had with your shirt. You looked at him and he nodded, answering the question that hadn't been vocalised. You dropped the lingerie into the draw and he knocked it shut with his knee. Maybe you would get them back before you left his office tonight, maybe you wouldn't.

He licked his lips, watching as you approached again. You resumed your spot on his lap, moving closer than before, seeing how dark his eyes had become. The way he looked at you was daunting, it suggested to you that you had no idea what he had in store for you, you didn't know how he wanted to ruin you tonight and it made you tremble. You were so exposed, so utterly defenceless to his desires and it only made you want him more.

With his hands on both sides of your face, he brought you in for a crushing kiss. You felt the arousal slithering all over your flesh, making your muscles tighten. You welcomed his tongue into your mouth with a moan, slumping against him.

You felt his cock pressing against you, a noticeable presence at the inside of your thigh. Your need for him was like a tickle at the back of your throat - it kept stealing your attention, demanding to be satisfied.

"Baby…" He breathed, your pussy clenching as he ran a hand down your back. "Fuck yourself." His fingers splayed out, grasping at your skin. "Put me inside of you and fuck yourself senseless on me."

You quivered in anticipation. "Yes Mr Torchio."

He graced your lips with a few more kisses, letting you briefly taste him. But he wasn't going to be distracted, he loved to watch, his eyes ready to see every reaction as they all played across your face.

You looked down, to where his latex-covered cock was awaiting you - in all of its mouth-watering hardness. You placed one hand to it, beginning with a loose grip at the tip. You saw his chest expand and his hand held to your back tighter.

You ran your hand down his shaft, exploring the sensitive twitches as he responded to your touch. You drew your hand up, then pushed down to the base. You continued this process four more times, letting your mind skip ahead. The sounds that came from him made you feel weak.

He put his hands to either side of your face, dark eyes studying every detail. His gaze was so intimidating, so complete as you tensed your thighs to lift yourself up. You positioned yourself forward, running his shaft across your moistened slit. His lips parted, his breathing becoming heavier as you tilted, bringing his tip to your entrance. You were already fluttering, so full of giddy quivers as you began to sink down, covering his dick with your wet heat.

Your head slumped, stunned by the stretch that he brought to your cunt. His hand moved to prop your chin up and you opened your mouth, taking his thumb between your lips. His other hand went to your hip, steadying you and keeping you here, so that he could push higher, pushing more of his length into you.

You were breathless, but you kept your lips fixed around his thumb, prioritising his pleasure over the need for air in your lungs. You held to his wide shoulders, taking a moment to be overwhelmed, giving your body the time to adjust to having him inside of you.

Stars danced behind your eyelids as you felt him kissing across your neck, those soft lips working over your skin. His hands moved all over your body, warming you. When he placed a hand to your ass, squeezing you, your pleasure spiked, your pussy clenching eagerly. You could feel just how much he was throbbing when he rocked forward. It brought a new tremble through your body and had you instantly wanting more, emboldening you to move through the weakness he could inflict upon you.

You started to roll your hips, letting the pressure build within you and he started to suck on your skin, not enough to leave a mark, but enough to make you swing into him with a greater force. You rushed to gain the correct momentum, to get him hitting into your sweet spot.

“Good girl.” He huffed as he raised his hips to meet your every movement. “Yes, good girl.”

A choked sob fell from your lips when he returned his teasing mouth to your nipple. Your hips stuttered, your tempo ruined briefly. You tensed, then relaxed, with giddy tingles radiating through your nerves - spreading from your nipple, to your pussy, racing to the areas that he wasn’t devoting his attention to.

His strong hand massaged at your back, your skin so tender in response to his touch. He never failed to make you feel so small, but entirely secure, with every single part of your body taken care of.

He was letting you set the pace, letting you decide how much you could take. His body meeting yours in this yearning with each roll of your hips spreading it further.

The hunger started to take over, driving you into him with more power, spending less time on the recovery between thrusts. You could feel his lips hold on your nipple losing its consistency, you heard his breathing getting shallower and it encouraged you to pump into him faster again.

“Fuck, good girl.” He purred against your skin.

You clung to his shoulders, your fingernails digging into him as you kept going, despite how overwhelmed you were getting. With your breath trapped in your chest, it would have been easy to become weak, to give in and stop chasing.

But when he rested his head back against the chair and you saw the look in his eyes, you knew that he wanted more. And you knew that you would do anything to give him that. The overachiever inside of you was desperate to hear all of his praises, leaving him anything but completely satisfied was simply unacceptable.

There was still a fire in his eyes. You weren’t sure how much strength you had to maintain this brutal pace, but for the moment you concentrated on getting those dark eyes to glaze over.

Ignoring the strain on your muscles, you pushed your thighs even further back. Your cunt spasmed and clenched around his shaft, his mouth opening as his breathing audibly hitched. Then you relaxed and you could take him deeper - that swollen tip hitting into your sweet spot.

“Oh, guh…” You whimpered, feeling your body quaking under that deep, lustful gaze he was giving you.

You stroked yourself along his entire length as the trembling through your body only got more powerful. Your mind was going blank, losing sense of anything beyond his body.

He put his hand up to your throat, gripping it and using this to pull you closer. Your lips parted and you could feel his breath on your face, but you stopped just shy of kissing him. His other hand went to the small of your back and you felt him apply pressure here.

He lifted his hips into you and your eyes rolled back, loud moans starting to fall from your lips. He controlled the pacing now, holding your body where he needed it so that he could fuck into you deeply. You threw your head back, louder cries coming from you.

You crashed into him with everything that you had, coming undone with this final pump. You went limp against him, your head rested on his shoulder as you remained lost in your climax.

Your walls continued to flutter around him, the aftershocks of your release rocking through your body. This did nothing to slow his rutting into you, his dick spreading you again-and-again.

Until it was enough. Until the stimulations reached the highest peak and he was soaring into his orgasm, both of your bodies finally becoming still.

He collapsed against the chair, his arms wrapped around your body. You turned your face into his neck, shutting your eyes. You were blissfully ignorant of anything else, just listening to the sound of him catching his breath. You didn’t mind that he would sit in this exact chair and give advice to other students as they sat on the opposite side of the desk, less than twenty-four hours from now. You didn’t need to know how many of his emails had been responded to while you were fucking. You were soothed by the warmth of his skin and the sound of his breathing, that literally nothing else in the world mattered.

It was him that interrupted you from your carefree floating - he was tapping you gently, but completely unromantically, on the back.

“Will you be alright to walk to your car alone?” He asked.

You sat up, wiping the back of your hand across your lips. You had been doing this with him for long enough that you could tell what answer he was looking for.

“Uh-huh, I can.” You said, slowly getting to your feet.

You were a distraction, currently running the risk of overstaying your welcome. He had work to do, other things to think about, more important matters than keeping you entertained. He would rather be alone with his thoughts than engage in smalltalk for the duration of the walk to the campus’ parking lot.

And you had told yourself that this was fine, as you pulled your clothes back on. He was doing the same.

You paused, stopping from going over to where your shoes and bag were sitting by the locked door. “Uhm, do I get my panties back?”

He finished fixing the fly of his pants back into place before looking up at you. “Huh? Oh, no I don’t think so.” You opened your mouth, even though you knew there was no arguing with his final word. “Come and get them from me tomorrow.”

You fussed with the hem of your skirt, which hit you at about mid-thigh. “Alright.”

“Mi scusi.” He said after watching you put your shoes on and shoulder your bag. “Kiss before you go.”

You smiled as you walked back around his desk. He tilted his head back so that you could kiss him directly on the mouth. “Goodnight, Mr Torchio.”

… … …

But he wasn't to be found in his office the following day.

You were prepared for his return from this sick day, coming up with something you thought was witty, something you hoped would do more than earn your panties back. You wanted to get a smile from him, you would love to amuse him and prove your worth as more than a fucktoy.

In accordance with how your last encounter had wrapped up, you took your underwear off and left it in your car. You started your walk to his office.

You found the door ajar and lightly knocked your fist against its surface. The room was silent as you pushed the door the rest of the way open, with your gag gift held in the other hand.

He wasn’t situated behind his desk, but the room wasn’t empty. You discovered a familiar blonde woman sitting on the couch.

Victoria - she was another student who attended the same of Ethan’s lectures as you.

You didn’t sit near her, but you had exchanged a few words with her in the hallway, she seemed nice. She had an effortlessly cool air about her as she strolled into class with a skateboard under her arm. Everyone else in that class was irrelevant to you (even when Ethan had you team up for group activities), but she was the least irrelevant of the people that sat behind you. You couldn’t help but notice her, wondering if you wanted to be her, or be with her.

You had never been with a girl before. Even though college was the time when people experimented with their identities, you never let your musings go that far.

“He’ll be back in fifteen minutes, he’s running errands or whatever. But I’ve got the next meeting scheduled with him.” She said. “Trust me to be early for the first time ever and it’s not even worth it, ‘cause the-... is that a fucking apple?”

You felt very awkward as you stood in the doorway, starting to move the fruit so as to hide it behind your back. “Well, uhm…”

She laughed. “We all call you the teacher's pet, but this takes it to a whole new level. You’re really going all the way in on this stereotype, huh?”

You cleared your throat and took a few steps into the room, heading toward the desk. “Actually, it’s an inside joke.”

“Right, between the teacher and his pet.” She said, watching you walk. “So is this the reason that you’re the only one he’s nice to? You bring him a cute little apple for his desk and he decides to not be a jerk or a hard-ass to you.”

You spun around to face her. “He’s not a jerk.”

“Yeah, not to you. Whenever you ask a question, he says great question with this big smile and goes into it with a, like, ten-minute monologue and he’s writing shit on the whiteboard.” She said and you could feel your cheeks heating up. “But for the rest of us? It’s like he couldn’t be fucked to dignify our questions with an answer so, like, every time he wants to open it up for the class to discuss.”

“Uhm, I’ve never noticed him doing that.” You said.

You placed the apple (carefully selected at the grocery store to not have any displeasing bruises on it) onto his desk, on top of some papers in front of his computer - a spot he was guaranteed to notice it. You were planning to send him a text, giving him a clear indication that the apple was from you. To keep the doctor away, you would type. It was disappointing that you would be walking back to your car without panties on, but he would surely make it up to you.

When you turned around, it was to find Victoria staring at you. It was like she was studying you - similar to how you had found yourself looking at her, but this was the first time you were aware of her returning the favour.

“Yeah, of course you wouldn’t notice that. Are you fucking him?” She asked and fear crawled up the back of your throat. You opened your mouth, but you couldn’t think of anything to say. Instead the next noise was her laughter. “Okay, I was just joking. But shit, look at your face. You’re as red as that apple. I’m right, aren’t I?”

Eventually, you cleared your throat and tried to find something useful to say. “I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“I was only, like, forty percent on it, but I’m right, I’m totally right.” She said, smiling as she looked you up-and-down. “Everything makes sense now. So that’s why you wear those slutty little schoolgirl outfits.”

Again, you found yourself too stunned to speak. Ethan was the only one who was supposed to notice your clothes - from the tight fit of your blouse, to the short hem of your skirt, it was always for him.

You had never seen Victoria looking before - but now, she thought you were slutty?

“Please Victoria, you can’t tell anyone.” You said, letting your vulnerability show and you took a step toward where she was sitting comfortably on the couch (a couch you had fucked on a handful of times). “I don’t want him to get into trouble. And my degree means too much to me, I can’t have anything compromise that.”

There was no hint of laughter on her face now and she innocently showed you the palm of her hand. “Relax, little one, I’m not into gossiping. What you do with your pussy is your business…” You sighed with relief. “So long as it’s consensual, it is, right?” Immediately, you nodded your head. “That’s good. What kind of consensual shit does he do to you?”

You could only stare at her, it was entirely beyond you to be so direct. You were filled with disbelief, too out of your depth to know how to react.

“I said that I’m not a gossip and that’s true. But what I am is motivated by curiosity, and the things in my head right now- holy fuck, you’ve really got me wondering. It’s like I need to know ‘cause my brain wants those blanks filled in. You’ll help me out, won’t you? ‘Cause you don’t want me to get stuck thinking about it, it could be really distracting. It might get so distracting that I won’t be able to concentrate and I’ll waste the pre-booked time I need with your boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You felt compelled to say, prompting a smile from her.

“So what is he?” She asked and her smile was reminding you of a cartoon cat that had caught its rodent prey. “Come on my dear, don’t let me die of curiosity here. How about you shut and lock that door, then come sit here with me and we’ll have a little girl talk?”

You drew in a deep breath and curled your fingers into a shaky fist as you started walking over to the office door. You stood facing out of the office as you laid your hand upon the doorknob. You swung it shut, blocking the view of the hallway beyond and you clicked the lock into place.

When you turned back around to face her, you found that she was still smiling. “You’re a good girl, huh?” There was no reason for your heart to start racing at this, as you walked over to the sofa. She made room for you, shifting to the left a little as she draped an arm over the backrest. Her eyes were set on you as she invitingly patted the available space directly next to her body.

You sat down, feeling the nervous energy moving through you. It wasn’t entirely different from the adrenaline you got to enjoy when locked in this office.

She looked perfectly at ease, her fingers playing through her golden hair. “I can’t say that I blame him. I get why he would want some extra time with you- you’re gorgeous and this whole look really works for you. I’ve noticed how consistent you are, I’m sure that’s very attractive to him.”

“You think that I’m gorgeous?”

“Well of course I do. I have eyes, don’t I?” She asked before noticing the look on your face. “Oh, what’s wrong, little one? Does he not tell you how gorgeous you are as often as possible?”

You shook your head. “No, it’s not that. He-...”

She lightly brushed the backs of her fingers against your cheek. “Is that the first time you’ve been called attractive and gorgeous by a girl?” You found you couldn’t speak, instead just nodding your head. “Does it make you uncomfortable when I say stuff like that? ‘Cause I can stop if you don’t like-...”

“No, you don’t have to stop.” You said, but you couldn’t make yourself meet her eye.

She let her hand rest on your shoulder. “I don’t even have to think about whether or not you’re doing this for the grades, ‘cause I know it’s not about that. You’re so smart that you don’t need to screw for better grades, ‘cause you’re already getting the best grades possible. You’re just fucking him for fun and I love that for you.

“Good for you. And good for him. I bet you’re really obedient. Do you do exactly what he says?” She asked as her fingers smoothed the crisp fabric that covered your shoulder. “Would you do exactly what I ask you to do?”

“What would you ask me to do?”

She licked her lips, her grin wider now. “Well, I might want a bit more privacy. And I know, and you know that the door being locked isn't really gonna keep anyone out, ‘cause there’s the department master key, in addition to Ethan’s key. But you could take one of those chairs, push it against the door and that would slow down anyone trying to get in, and it would give us kind of an alarm for the door being opened.”

You were silent as you got to your feet, despite the fact that you were full of questions. With your mind racing, it was impossible to know what to say first. You grabbed one of the chairs that faced his desk and started to drag it over to the door. As you pushed it up against the door, you wondered why she was so desperate to securely lock the door. All of the answers that you could find were of exciting outcomes.

“Good girl.” She said as you joined her on the sofa again, your bodies almost touching. “I got a little distracted while you were doing that…” She grinned, sparkles filling her light eyes. “You see, I couldn’t help myself from looking at your ass. And then I got to wondering if you’re wearing panties under that slutty skirt.” Your hands immediately went to the hem of your pleated skirt. “Do you wanna show me?”

“I-...”

Your thought went unfinished, the rest of your sentence suffocated by her mouth on yours. And you were instantly kissing her back, all thoughts leaving your mind as you indulged in the softness of her lips, moving so easily against your own. The adrenaline rushed your body, addicting enough that you wanted to stay.

She was licking her lips as she looked away. Forgetting to be embarrassed, you started to lift up your skirt, peeling the fabric up from your thighs. You felt the air on your cunt and let your eyes flutter shut.

She gasped. “Holy fuck. You just walk around campus like this? That’s so sexy.”

Biting into your lip couldn’t suppress your smile. A little bashfulness crept in and you crossed one leg over the other. “Only from my car to here. And I don’t do it, like, regularly or anything.”

“It makes me wanna touch you.” She said, moving in closer again. You looked from her parted lips up to her enchanting eyes. “You’re his star student and now I’m gonna make you see stars…”

She tilted her head to the side, coming in a bit closer. But it was you who entirely closed the gap between the two of you. You kissed her, your heart launching into your throat as she responded by pushing her chest against yours. She cupped your cheek in her hand and you let your lips part. Her tongue slowly swiped back-and-forth against your top lip, making you feel like you were melting.

Her fingertips traced down, sliding onto the side of your neck as her tongue came into your mouth. She touched you with such tenderness, taking her time to explore every inch of your skin. You found yourself thinking about your exposed cunt more-and-more, her tongue working against the roof of your mouth and inviting you deeper into the pleasure.

You didn’t resist when you felt her fingers work your top button open. You just went on kissing her, feeling your excitement building.

“Is this what it’s like with him?” She asked, working two more of your buttons open. “Does he fuck you right here on this couch?”

"We have before, yes." You said.

Her hand moved in under your top, stroking at the skin above your bra and you could feel your breath getting shallower. "Does that feel good?"

"Uh-huh."

"What if I go like this…?" She pushed her hand into the cup of your bra, her eyes staring into yours.

Her soft hand moulded to the curve of your breast, holding and you nodded your head, unable to speak. Her thumb caressed your skin and your nipple steadily hardened against the palm of her hand.

She held your breast with a firmer grip, her fingers moving as they sought a different hold. She was able to manoeuvre her fingers, sliding her index and middle fingers to either side of your nipple. Gently, she applied pressure, testing to see how you responded to a squeeze. Your eyes fluttered shut and you arched your back for her.

She grabbed your nipple between her fingers and a breathless smile touched your lips, the sensitive nub was more starved for attention than you had realised. You shifted in your seat as she kept up this delicious pressure.

As you were sinking in to this stimulation, she returned her mouth to yours. You put your hand to the side of her face, drawing her in closer as you cheerfully farewelled all of your earlier inhibitions.

Your moan was muffled by her sweet lips when you felt her twist your nipple, playing the peak past its natural position. This served to add to the fire deep inside of you, with the arousal radiating out. She twisted it the other way.

“Good little girl.” She praised. “You like having your yummy tits played with, don’t you?”

“Yeah.” You said, you had started to shake.

“They’re so gorgeous, I could really get distracted by them.” She said and you giggled, feeling flattered. “But I wanna touch you more. Do you know what I mean?”

You returned her stare as you nodded your head. You wanted to know exactly what she meant, to know it with every fibre of your being.

“Good little girl.” She said and she put her hands down to your pleated skirt. She lifted the hem even higher as her eyes travelled down to your pussy. She licked her lips as her hand curled into an eager fist around the fabric of your skirt. “You’ll tell me if I do anything that you don’t want, or if you don’t like how something feels, won’t you?”

“Yes, I will.” You said as she rested her hand up high on your thigh.

Her lips crushed against yours as her body leaned into your own. One hungry kiss followed the next, with her tongue swiping between your parted lips. Your fingers lightly twisted around her long hair as you followed her into this deeper rhythm.

She glided her hand up, moving from your leg to your crotch. She comfortably rested her hand against your pussy, cupping it as her tongue seemed to dance inside of your mouth. Her fingers slowly shifted, brushing through the little curls of hair they came into contact with. Blood rushed to this area as you keenly tried to predict her next move.

She moved her fingers lower, seeking out your entrance. She ghosted the tips of her fingers across your hole, not pressing inside yet. But it was enough to make you quiver uncontrollably.

“That’s really fuckin’ wet.” She said with a smile.

You bit your lip as you nodded. “Yeah.”

She dragged her fingers up, finding your clit. You gasped, eyes squeezing shut as your muscles tensed. Delicately, she rubbed the hood as she returned her mouth to yours.

You were moaning and whining against her lips as one passionate kiss followed the next. Her lust was incredible, carrying you away and leaving no space for second-guessing. Between her tongue and her fingers, you were feeling bewitched.

She took her hand off of your pussy, leaving you to ache. You weren’t trying to regain your composure as you opened your eyes. You watched her breathlessly as she raised her hand up to her lips.

She maintained eye contact as she placed her newly-wet fingers into her mouth, cleaning them off. You couldn’t help but smile and she fluttered her lashes at you.

“Sweet little cunt.” She said.

You couldn’t think of anything to say back to this unique compliment. But she wasn’t waiting for a response from you.

Instead she lifted her butt from the cushion and moved herself forward to place her knees onto the floor. She placed herself between your parted knees, looking up at you with that keen grin on her face.

You stared at her as she ran her hands up-and-down your bare thighs. Your mind was racing, practically overflowing with desires. You didn’t know what she had planned next, but you wanted to find out. You wanted to find out how much higher she could take you, you wanted to find out everything she could do to you with unbelievable hunger.

She pushed her hair back off of her shoulders and started to lean forward. Her eyes left your face, instead fixing onto your exposed pussy. The bashfulness that you felt was overridden by your surging lust and curiosity.

You felt the warmth from her face on your skin, this was followed by her tongue, making your heart leap into your throat. The tip of her tongue began at your entrance, then she ran it up, tasting more of your slit.

You sighed heavily, your eyes wanting to flutter shut as she moved her tongue up-and-down. These little waves were so inviting, sending intoxicating tingles radiating through your body.

Then she sank the tip of her tongue inside of you. She pushed into your cunt, drawing more whines from you. She began to flick her tongue about, playing between your sensitive walls until you were squirming, wanting to rock your hips.

With a slurping noise, she pulled out, leaning back. Your mouth hung open as you looked at her, watching as she licked her lips. You didn't waste a single second in worrying over the door remaining locked. You were too entranced by her (and how she could make you feel) to stress about how much time of this privacy that you two had left.

“That’s such a sweet fuckin’ cunt.” She said. “I want more, my dear.”

“Yes.” It came out as a strained whisper, at present there was no chance of you getting your voice any louder.

She went in with her pointer finger, slowly pushing this inside of you. You moaned and tilted your pelvis, one of your hands gripping the couch for support as she went in deeper.

She pulled her finger back, then glided forward again. Inside of you, she worked the digit back-and-forth, prompting a fluttering from your inner-walls. She set into a tempo, masterfully massaging you into a more excited state.

You let out a loud moan when you felt her mouth making contact again. This time she laid her lips down upon your clit, kissing it fondly. All the while, she kept that finger moving and exploring inside of you.

Then she spread you further by pushing a second finger inside. She started to lick all over your clit and it was getting increasingly difficult to hold yourself still.

She removed her mouth and immediately slapped her fingers down against your clit. You felt like your head was spinning in the aftermath of the spank. The intensity was almost disorientating, you had never been spanked there before. Your nerves were on fire now.

As you gasped and quivered, she gently kissed your clit again, playing with the new sensitivities she had just awoken.

“What do you think he would do if we left a little stain of your sweet cum on his couch?” She asked, but you didn’t want to think about Ethan right now.

It was so much easier to just get carried away with your thoughts of her.

Especially when she spanked your cunt again, two quick slaps that made you flinch as you felt rattled down to the very core of your being. These grand stimulations swept through you, clearing all thoughts from your mind.

You didn’t get a chance to calm down from this crazed height. She plunged her fingers in deeper and curled them up. Your legs went limp and you were floored by how easily she had been able to find your sweet spot.

“Are you gonna come for me, like a good little girl?” She asked.

There was no answering this because there weren’t any words left in your head. When her lips returned to your clitoral hood, your eyes rolled up and you felt like you were on the verge of ascending.

You could feel her fingers pumping, just as her tongue was working your clitoris over, but you couldn’t keep track of her tempo. Because it was all too much for you to bear. It was too powerful, too intense and too perfect.

“Come.” She instructed, barely breaking contact with your clitoral hood. “Come for me. Do it.”

Your hips snapped into her, pressing forward as you began to come undone.

She pulled her mouth away from you. “Yes, good girl.” She spanked your throbbing clit, prompting a convulsion from you. “Good little slut.” She hit your cunt two more times, making you keel over to the side as she drew her fingers out of you.

You laid down on the couch, feeling like you were slipping out of reality as you shut your eyes.

“Hey, don’t get too comfortable there.” She said. “I don’t know how you two usually do things on the couch, but…”

“You’re right.” You said, sitting up.

She got up from the floor and began to smooth your hair out. You immediately pushed your skirt down, covering yourself. You did up the buttons on your shirt, rushing to make yourself presentable again.

“Don’t worry, all of your secrets are safe with me.” She said.

“Thanks, Victoria. I…” You continued to find yourself at a loss for words as you looked at the pretty girl next to you.

She smiled, leaning in to kiss you again, playing with your hair a little as she did so. You could taste yourself on her lips, before she was pulling away far too soon.

“Come on, you gotta get out of here.” She said.

You got to your feet and took the chair away from the door, dragging it back to its usual spot. You unlatched the lock, putting your hand to the doorknob.

“We should do this again sometime…” She said, winking at you when you glanced back at her.

You smiled, feeling flustered. You stepped out of the office and began to walk away, feeling very different to how you had when approaching the room. You barely noticed any of the things you passed, or the steps as you took them - it was auto-pilot that got you back to your car. You unlocked it and sat in the driver's seat.

It took some time for you to remember that you needed to message Ethan.

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wuh ohs!! sum of task force 141 is now in nevada!! and with player!! whatever will happen??

this iz an exxcuse to talk about Ghost Soap and Price abouts their reaction to nevada and our token nevadeans™

( this is about call of duty if ur unsure just wanted to place thiz lil note )

Oo, I was wondering if I was gonna get an ask about these guys. :)

To start off with, I think a large part of the 141's reaction to this whole situation depends on if they're also self-aware to some extent. You only play as Gaz and Soap within the MWII remake's campaign, so they're the best contenders for this since you'd have direct control over them. However, you're also in close proximity with Price and Ghost when you play as them, so given the whole "being near the Player's vessel = feeling some warmth" rule, they'd have to be aware that something's up. Plus, who knows if they'd be self-aware themselves from the multiplayer (as everyone in the 141 is an operator).

(More Under the Cut - this got extremely long. Basically fic length lol. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

If they were, then you'd be met with less skepticism when you explain who you are, and they would probably grow to trust you within a shorter period of time. It's less of a shock because they know you've always been there, fighting by their sides.

However, we're not gonna go too far into that (for now anyway lol) as this is very unlikely; the only reason the grunts became aware of you was that the Auditor decided to strengthen your connection to Nevada, and the world of CoD doesn't have that. The Employers' growing need to be closer to you motivated the Auditor and the others to tether your realities together in a stronger way, while I can't think of any reason for that to be the case with Task Force 141's universe.

In any case, you're definitely going to be questioned by them when they find you because they know damn well this isn't normally what Nevada looks like - or any place on earth, for that matter. And as the only human being they've seen in this wasteland so far, you might have something to do with them being there.

That's the line of logic they're coming from, and while it's completely understandable, it's also false to some degree. (Yes, you know who they are. No, you don't know why they're here. No, you don't know how they got here either, etc, etc.) This is where you have to basically give them a summary of who you are and what your role technically is in games. While this definitely gives them something of an existential crisis (nothing like being told your reality is nothing but a short game made for another human's entertainment), it definitely clears the air. You even talk about how you have positively zero experience with combat (before now, anyway), and reveal all of your more supernatural abilities with little hesitancy. You're laying all your cards out on the table for Price and his men to pick through as they please, and your being an open book is enough to get them to steer the conversation away from the interrogation-like territory it began with.

This opens the door to actually forming bonds with the 141, and although it will take quite a while for all of them to trust you like they would one of their own (Ghost especially), it'll happen. However, the closer you get with the Task Force, the less your own grunts feel the need to be amicable with them.

Even beginning their interactions, I don't think the boys would like them at all. Disdain would be a more fitting word; not only do these armored, dangerous people just decide to interrogate you (who's perfectly innocent), but they have the nerve to stick around afterward and get all buddy-buddy with you. It's annoying at best, and rage-inducing at worst.

To get to how they'd react to the Taskforce and vise-versa, we'll start with 2BDamned.

Doc is the leader of the four grunts you're with, and you're his superior in every way he believes possible. He's the first to praise your strategic expertise to the 141 in a way that's professional (he's sure you warranted more than the excited gloating of Deimos or Sanford), and will subtly brag about how much you've helped them. Yet, he finds himself getting unreasonably angry when the Captain of the 141, Price, does the same. And now that Price knows that you're the reason Gaz and Soap have managed to stay alive as long as they have (one of the reasons ofc - they're skilled, but he still likes ribbing on them), he's immensely grateful towards you, which translates into explicit trust and praise on his part. Not too much of the latter, but it's enough to convey how much he appreciates your help.

But Doc subconsciously takes Price's sort of mirroring of his own actions as something of a threat. Price has almost the same exact role in his group as Doc does with your group, so his doing all of this must be an attempt to sway you towards the 141 and himself. Plus, it's just not the same. Price's comments do not truly reflect how grateful he should be towards you, or how much value you have. So the fact that you take notice, even looking away bashfully before saying thank you whenever you're hit with a short compliment from the man, is enough to boil his blood. Even worse is that he knows what he's thinking is very slightly irrational, but the jealousy (and possessiveness) is enough to override any real rationality here.

Honestly, what makes it funnier is that Price actually respects 2B in his own way. It's obvious that you're the boss here, but he knows better than anyone how difficult it is to wrangle a group of very different people to get them to work together. So, both the Captain and 2BDamned view each other as similar, but for very different reasons. Where in one it inspires a sense of relatability, or even empathy, in the other it just fills them with jealousy.

As for Soap and Gaz, Doc finds them strikingly similar to Deimos and Sanford in how they'll joke around and be very open with you (Soap more so than Gaz). It's annoying because now he has to deal with two more outgoing people trying to get your attention all the time, and succeeding most of the time. While he's trying to find a way to peel them (and his own squad, to be frank) away from your side so you can get some time away with him to decompress, they're just content with trying to get to know you both better. It's not like Doc wants to make himself appear impolite, but he has zero patience for their antics. With Sanford and Deimos, he kind of has to have a good relationship with them for work, but the last thing 2B needs is two other people who have no consequence on his mission trying to impede it. Or at least, that's the justification he uses for being obtuse around them in response to their lackadaisical attitudes.

Although, it's not like Soap really cares about what opinion Doc has of him. In his eyes, their main priority is to (a) find a way to get home and (b) protect you (since you're not only their one ticket home but a really nice civilian who he wants to be friends with). So he'll just ignore whatever the tall grunt does, unless it comes out as a threat of course. Gaz feels a bit more threatened, probably because of all those parallels Doc has with his Captain, but he follows the lead of the others in his group by acting politely and disregarding any words and such against him. Plus, given how he's seen you chide Doc for being impolite (and the man give a rushed apology at that - which is really funny), he doubts anything more will come of it. Things are a bit tense, but that's alright.

With Ghost, I feel like the Lieutenant would instantly realize that there's some underlying reason why 2B has some restrained hostility towards the 141, and that it likely has to do with you. After being through what Ghost has in his history, he's got a pretty good "bullshit detector", so of course he'd notice how the grunt tenses up whenever you're mentioned, or how his grip tightens on whatever he's holding whenever you laugh with one of Soap's jokes. He thinks it's kind of weird, but it's obvious all of your grunts have a thing for you, so it makes enough sense. And he can put up with that. But what he can't deal with is any threats made to the 141. So he'll always be there watching, keeping an eye on things in case 2B or any of your little squad tries to do anything threatening. The 141's members can take care of themselves, but he's unwilling to let anything happen to them without his defense being there.

I think that in this case, Ghost is an even more menacing figure than Hank because at least Hank has a reason to keep Doc alive. This makes 2B a bit more hesitant to do anything rude, and I honestly think he kind of knows that Ghost is aware of what he feels for you. Perhaps not the complete depth of his affection, but enough to get an inkling as to why he acts the way he does. Which he can't tell is more or less threatening, since it just means they can be used for leverage. Although, it's not like he could do anything about the Task Force since it's obvious you like them and want to keep them around for now. So he'll continue being cordial and formal in all his interactions. It's what he does best, after all.

Moving on to Deimos and Sanford, they're more conflicted about this, because if this were any other circumstance, they might've even gotten along with the Task Force. They'd never admit it, but the Task Force is actually really easy to work with, and they can admire their skills. (And hey, at least Ghost bothers remembering which one of them is which, unlike a certain someone.)

However, like Doc, they feel like the Task Force is somehow threatening their own positions in your life, which sours their attitudes toward them. Deimos is kind of the unofficial "Funny Guy™️" in your life, so seeing Soap make you laugh and smile just makes it feel like something sharp is poking at his chest. God forbid if you laugh at Ghost's jokes too; once the masked man grows comfortable enough to tell his little quips it's over. You just find it so hilarious (especially with Soap's groaning about how bad they are), and you even follow up with your own. To Deimos, there's a sort of chemistry between you and the 141, and he doesn't like it. He isn't a very insecure person, but the fact that this whole situation is making him feel more uncertain about his future with you is something he hates.

With Sanford, he just disapproves of how close the 141 is getting to you. He respects Price, sure, and he can somewhat appreciate how the other three members of the 141 look out for you, but that's the thing; that is his job. It's Sanford's role to make your food, coffee, tea, whatever - not Gaz's or Ghost, or whoever else encroaches on his time with you. Protecting you from harm is something that he and Deimos do quite well, and they don't need anyone else trying to take their spotlight with that. Lord knows they have to deal with enough of that from Hank. Plus, there are some things regarding your friendship with the 141 that he (or any other grunt) can't compete with. You're all human. The 141 knows you better on a fundamental level because you come from a similar reality, and you are the same species. They probably are better at reading you and knowing what you like, and it pains him and Deimos whenever you make a reference to pop culture or something in your world and only the 141 understands. It makes him wonder how much he really knows you, and if he'd even be able to get everything about you. Because he really wants to; Sanford (and again, every other grunt in your entourage) seek to know you better than themselves, they want to have intimate knowledge about everything you are or want to be. And the fact that you're so different makes it difficult. The business with the 141 only makes it more painfully obvious.

Another issue for them is that it is generally hard to put a barrier between them and the 141. Sanford and Deimos are the more outgoing of your group, and as such, they're probably the first grunts that the Task Force feels comfortable trying to reach out to. Kind of like brothers in arms, except they're tall, grey Nevadans and not humans. (Hey, still better than Graves, right?) Soap and Gaz will be friendly with them, even Price in a more restrained way (professional, if you will), and Dei and San can't help themselves from responding in kind. Sure, they might kick themselves later when they find themselves getting really friendly, but it's hard to stop it from happening. Or they could convince themselves that becoming friends with the Task Force is a way to keep an eye on you when you're with the other team.

Either way, this won't prevent the lurking feelings of discomfort and envy they feel when they see you enjoying the company of the 141. But their hesitancy doesn't stop Soap and Gaz from treating them as they would any other combat team they work with, nor Price from including them in his strategies (that he works up with you, no doubt). This doesn't prevent Ghost from being more lax around them than with the other members of your group either, because he knows that Sanford and Deimos are the least likely to try anything. Not only because they want to do right by you, but because they're growing closer to the Task Force, albeit with great conflict. (He can relate; he felt much the same way when he had to work with Soap at first.)

For Soap and Gaz, they see San and Dei as sort of comrades (like the Los Vaqueros in a way), while Price kind of sees them as the sort of soldiers he'd worked with before. Perhaps not the types of people he'd hire for his own Task Force, but they remind him of those he interacted with in his time in the military. It's nostalgic, in a weird way. Especially since they're very far from human.

Now we have Hank. To put it shortly, compared to everyone else in your main group, Hank's approach is the direct opposite. He doesn't play nice with his own squad most of the time, why would he bother doing that with another group?

He doesn't see any benefit to having the 141 around and treats them as direct competition because that's what they are to him. To Hank, he can protect you and provide for you just fine on his own; you don't need anyone else, so he'll be there to whisk you away whenever they get too close. It doesn't matter if it's either of the Sergeants, Ghost, or Price, none of them should be spending large amounts time with you. There's no need. It's not like they have the same close bond that you share with him, nor do they have any deeper interest in you, so he doesn't see them as having any justifiable reason to be so buddy-buddy with you. It's a waste of your time for the benefit of theirs.

His behavior is centered around proving that he's better than them in nearly every conceivable way: more reliable than Price, more considerate and sweet than Gaz, better with combat than Soap and Ghost. He's obviously superior to them, so only pay attention to him, okay?

His mentality is very obvious, and it's insulting that the 141 find it more entertaining than anything. Soap will poke fun at you for having a guard dog, while Price will mention something about keeping him on a short leash. Gaz is more unsettled yet again, but confident that he won't do anything. He can't, not when you reprimand him every time he brings a knife or gun just too close to them. Ghost is significantly less amused, and the most likely to challenge his threats. In a rather smart move, he'll also point to you to show how much you disapprove of the tall grunt's actions, shaking his head at how Hank visibly wilts once he sees your disappointed stare.

You'd think that if he knew about how you wanted things to be nice with the 141, he'd care to put in more effort. But he won't, it's not in his nature. Instead, he'll just see to it that the threats happen behind closed doors. But Ghost will be there every step of the way, as a protector of his own squad and a helpful informant to you. Nobody likes a snitch, but seeing Hank try to make apologies to you is too good to pass up. A worthy punishment for threatening his squad, he'd say.

Besides, you're like the Captain of your grunts in a weird way, with how they listen to you. You might even deserve the title, with all your strategic expertise (which he knows he's seen now), and Soap has even taken to calling you that in jest a few times. And good Lieutenants always report to their superiors, right? So he's just acting according to the rules of the chain of command.

At the end of the day, for you, you have another group of individuals to help out, and ones that you've made friends with. Despite how much your grunts might dislike them, you've always been fond of Task Force 141, so getting to meet them is something you're excited about. Luckily for you, they quite like you as well. It's just those guard dogs of yours that seem to present a challenge, but they'd say you keep them trained well enough not to try anything too drastic. For now.

[Also, some general Nevada things regarding the 141 and their reaction:

They wouldn't like it there, it's too violent and they get enough of that at home. The landscape is fascinating but all of this stuff with the Nexus Core and the Employers is too complicated for them to want to deal with. Having you there makes it so much easier, so they appreciate you a lot (and want to protect you, since you're just an innocent civilian), but they would honestly much rather be home.

They're also somewhat horrified at the way grunts live. The only TV show that plays is Slaughter Time, and the predisposition to violence that all grunts seem to have is really concerning. It makes them more protective of you too, even throwing a few suspicious glances at your boys whenever they do something really harsh in combat. For once, they feel lucky that they're basically allies. Especially since Wimbleton can't die permanently, according to you. (Though Ghost is sure he can find a way to make that happen, if necessary lol.)]

#tw: yandere #Hank: *threatening the 141*#You: No. Bad. >:(#Hank: 8( 💔#thanks for sending this one in I rlly enjoyed it :)#I know it's actual military propaganda #but they're so cool #Y'know I honestly considered writing smth for this fandom at one point #and then I saw the livestream.#samau #self aware m:pn au #i ❤️ anons #ask #I approve of the babygirlification of Ghost

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