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bbyquokka · 11 months

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pairing: hwang hyunjin x fem reader

genre: smut – MDNI

synopsis: you find a way to make more money not realising hyunjin is doing the same

warnings: smut, established relationship, distribution of explicate content (pics) online, sex work (onlyfans), taking videos during explicate moments (everything is consensual), oral sex (m rec), pussy drunk hyunjin, unprotected sex, cum eating, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, cream pie, pet names, word 'girl' is used.

words: 3.3k ~ (3300)

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desperate calls calls for desperate measures and that's exactly what you have done.

money is tight. you barely have enough to make ends meet. once you have paid rent, electric and water bills, you have just enough for groceries.

you soon grew tired of struggling. you don't like asking for help because you've been taught that it's a sign of weakness, plus, having to ask people for money isn't necessarily a smooth nor nice thing to ask for.

your boyfriend, hyunjin, is also in the same boat as you. he left his small town to live in the big city thinking nothing of it, until he realised how expensive it is. you both live on the same apartment block, just across the hallway from one another.

a cliché series of events happened that brought you both together. you've spoken to each other for months but it was nothing but a simple “hello” and small talk in the complex elevator. however, on this one faithful (and unlucky) day, did everything change.

one thing happened after another. a series of unfortunate events. your pay check hadn't come through and you needed that considering you were behind on the rent. luckily for you, the landlord is a kind and understanding person so he gave you some time.

after being on the phone for three hours, listening to the same elevator music whilst being on hold, you got no where, which naturally, lead to your frustration. you decided to just get on with your day, shop for groceries so that's at least one thing you don't have to worry about.

that didn't go as planned.

you went over budget. you didn't realise that the cost of living would also affect the price of food. you had so little groceries for such a high price, food that wouldn't last a week and to top it off, paper bags are now the new thing which you don't mind however, they're flimsy and weak.

on your way home, it started to rain. the rain was heavy, bouncing off the pavement and passing vehicles. you're pretty sure you got splashed by a car or two but you couldn't tell considering your jeans were soaked and sticking to your legs with your socks soaking up all the water from the hole in your beaten down trainers.

you got to the revolving doors of the complex. as if on queue, the flimsy paper bag broke resulting in all your groceries falling onto the pavement. you wanted to cry, to curse at the world for having such a bad day but a knight in shining armour came to your rescue.

hyunjin saw what had happened. he saw how soaked you looked, how your t-shirt was see through, jeans darkened in colour as your hair dripped with water. he looked at your sullen and defeated expression and felt sorry for you. he also felt something else for you, but now was not the right time to be having thoughts, especially when you looked so defeated and desperate for help.

he helped you. he gathered up your groceries and helped you to your apartment door, for you to find out that you lost your apartment keys–somehow. all you could do was laugh because if you didn't laugh, you'd cry.

hyunjin was nothing but helpful to you that day. he let you crash at his place, use his shower and dress in his clothing. you slept on the sofa and helped around the apartment for him such as cooking and cleaning, almost like husband and wife–almost.

since then, you two have been together as well as inseparable. you hate to ask for money. you always feel like you always have bad luck and well, it sucks.

you need money and you need it fast. your dead end job barely pays enough. as well as needing the money, you also want money because you want to buy yourself nice things. fund your little hobbies and dress up in nice clothing. buy what you want, when you want and not have to worry or feel guilty when you spend money on luxuries.

you came across an article about how much someone earns in a month just from subscriptions on onlyfans. after some research you learnt that onlyfans is a place for sexual photos and videos with people paying a subscription fee to ‘unlock’ and see the explicit content.

you thought about it, long and hard. for days and days you thought. the more you thought, the more you wanted to do it. if all you had to do was take a few explicit photos of yourself and not have to worry about money for years, then so be it.

what you didn't bank on, was your boyfriend to find out.

“how did you–?” you blink at hyunjin. his phone facing in your direction. your onlyfans profile staring right back at you. the colour drains from your cheeks, heart thumping against your chest.

it was supposed to be a calm and collective movie night. hyunjin wanted company, he phoned you up and you said yes, of course! you went to use the bathroom and within minutes, you came back to the living area to this.

“i knew it was you! i recognise those breasts anywhere!” hyunjin says with a chuckle as he turns his phone back to himself. his thumb swiping up his screen as he checks out your content.

you blink a few times. confusion as well as a million questions swim around in your head. he's not angry at you and that's confusing you.

“you have to send me this one, damn!” hyunjin groans as he shows you your topless mirror selfie. after a few more blinks, you suddenly come back down to earth. realisation hitting you.

“wait. all my content is locked behind a subscription fee.”

“yeah, i know.”

“so you paid to see my photos??” you say as you sit down on the sofa beside him. he hums, shrugging and giving you a nod. “why? how? are you not mad?”

“i was browsing the site and came across your profile, so i paid the fee to see what spicy content you have.” hyunjin smirks. his whole demeanour throwing you off massively. “plus, why would i be mad when i do the same thing.”

“oh i don't kn–wait, what?” hyunjin's cheeks turn a faint pink colour. he looks at you and grins before laughing at your shocked expression.

“i do it too. would be pretty hypocritical of me to be mad at you for doing what i do.”

“wait so, you also take pictures of yourself too?”

“yeah with the occasional video.”

“what type of videos?” hyunjin puts his phone down before leaning back with his legs spread.

“i jerk off. ”

“and people like that?” hyunjin nods. “more than the pics?”

“depends. everyone has different tastes in what they like.”

“why did you start doing this..?”

“why did you?”

“because i needed the money. my dead end job barely pays enough for this overpriced apartment. once everything is paid for, i barely have enough for myself. i just wanted that bit extra.”

“that's the reason why i started too. i underestimated how expensive living in the city is. now i earn enough to the point where, i don't have to do it. i just do it for fun.”

you look away. everything slowly sinking in. so many thoughts and feelings such as relief, washing over you. you feel close to tears. all those hours you spent awake in bed, feeling shackled with fear–worthless.

“hey.” hyunjin speaks softly, his hand coming into contact with your chin to turn it so you're looking at him “are you ok yn?”

“yeah.. yeah! it's just a lot to take in, that's all.” you laugh softly, leaning into his touch.

“was you worried about me finding out?”

“fuck yeah! stuff like this isn't very appreciated by many people. i was scared you'd judge me or worse; hate me.”

“oh baby. i could never hate you. i love you, plus you do whatever you like. i don't care as long as you're safe.”

“thank you.”

“plus, this just means we can start doing things together. if you want to, that is.”

“you mean as in..?” hyunjin licks his lips and smirks as he slowly nods his head. “like what?”

“well, you can suck my cock for starters. i think that'd be a great introduction video.”

“y-you mean, right now?” you bite your bottom lip gently as hyunjin runs his fingers through your hair, stopping at the back of your head. he gathers a bunch of hair and tugs at the roots causing you to hiss.

“yes, right now. be a good girl and put that mouth of yours to good use.” with a single nod and a hum, you shuffle off the sofa and between hyunjin's legs.

you lick your lips at the sight of his already erect penis that's happily forming a tent in his sweat pants. you grab the waistband, hyunjin lifting up his hips as you pull the fabric down his legs.

you squeeze your thighs together as you press the palm of your hand against his bulge, roughly. you begin to palm him, starting off slow and steady before picking up the pace once you feel him twitch.

all the while, hyunjin has grabbed his phone and started to record you. he makes sure not to get your face into the shot. you slowly trace the outline of his penis with your fingernail, before giving a few rough squeezes at the tip.

“let's not keep the people waiting baby. hurry up.”

you grab the waistband of his boxer shorts, pulling them down his legs to pool alongside with his sweats. his erection springs free, hyunjin making sure he catches it on camera, releasing a satisfactory hum.

you lick your lips hungrily, loving the red blush on his tip and the shimmer of pre-cum that seeps from his slit. you wrap your hand around the base, his girth too thick for your hand to wrap all the way around.

“look at that. your hand looks so small wrapped around my thick cock.” he hums. you whimper softly at his dirty talk, something you've never experienced from hyunjin before. it's clear he is playing up to the camera, being a bit extra for the sake of the content–but you love it so much and want more.

hyunjin runs his fingers through your hair slowly, his fingertips massaging your scalp. he pushes the back of your head towards him, stopping when you're eye level with his cock. you rub his tip suddenly with the pad of your thumb, fast and harsh–just the way he likes it.

if hyunjin wants to put on a show, then a show he shall get.

his hips suddenly buck upwards at the harsh rubs. your thumb coating in his pre-cum. hyunjin stutters and legs shake, hand quick to release from your hair to grab your wrist to make you stop.

he heavily pants, a thin sheen of sweat resting on his forehead. you look up at him innocently but give him a quick smirk.

“you cheeky girl.” he grunts. you batter your eyelashes at him in a sickly sweet manor. the innocent, sweet expression on your face making hyunjin want to dirty you and mark you as his territory.

“suck.” you shiver at the harshness of his tone. a dominant tone that screams ‘don't mess with me.’ you nod once, parting your lips to allow your tongue to slide out and make contact with the underside of his shaft.

you give it a long, slow lick to the tip, using the tip of your tongue to poke and lick his slit. pre-cum gathers on your tongue as you flatten and swirl it around his tip.

hyunjin hums softly, spreading his legs wider and sinking into the material of the sofa. his head kicks back as his eyes close, his black permed hair falling behind him.

you wrap your lips around him, suckling on his tip whilst swirling your tongue around it a few more times to get it soaked in your saliva. you lazily stroke the base, occasionally rolling and squeezing his balls.

you embrace his length by engulfing it. the warmth and wetness of your mouth sends shivers down to hyunjin's balls and cock, making him twitch in your mouth. you hum around his length which makes hyunjin shiver and part his lips to let out soft moans and grunts.

your eyes flutter shut. you allow yourself to focus and get lost in pleasuring your boyfriend. his breathy pants and moans in the form of your name encourages you. you manage to get half his length, if not a little more, in your mouth but not without gagging a few times and feeling like you cannot breath.

saliva accumulates and drips from the stretched corners of your mouth. it gathers and pools at the base, coating your hand and making it uncomfortable for you. you swallow the saliva, swallowing him in the process. throat clenching around his thick cock causes hyunjin to gasp out loud.

he looks down at you, phone still being held at a decent length considering the current state he is in. he grabs a fistful of your hair, bundling it up to yank at. you let out a pained whimper, eyes squeezing shut.

wet, sloppy sounds paired with the occasional pop when you release him from you mouth mixes in the living area. hyunjin can't control his moaning. your spit and tear stained face a stark contrast to your usual innocent and clean look.

he just wants to dirty you even more.

“i can never get over how fucking good you are at giving head, yn.”

you smirk, giving him a simple hum before engulfing his length again. you suck, lick, fondle and hum causing hyunjin to come closer and closer to the edge. his grip on your hair tightening, his balls straining as heat pools to the pit of his stomach.

“fuck, cum. i'm going to cum yn, shit.” hyunjin splutters. his hips buck up suddenly, tip hitting the back of your throat causing you to gag as his fluids shoot and coat your throat. he heavily pants, body twitching and muscles spasming.

you swallow the best you can, pulling away to lick his tip and your lips clean.

“shit..” hyunjin pants, stopping the recording and putting his phone down. “that was fucking amazing.”

“seems like you enjoyed it a bit too much hyun.” you smirk, eyes flickering to his still hardened cock.

without a word, hyunjin rises to his feet and picks you up in one swift motion. he walks to the bedroom, opening the door and throwing you on the mattress before stripping himself of his clothing.

“i just want so much more of you yn. you're addictive.”

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“f-fuck! ah, h-hyun. c-cant, i can't!”

“you can, i know you can!”

you let out a shaky whimper. bodies slick with sweat and body fluids, hyunjin driving you to your nth orgasm of the night. feeling sticky in cum and juices paired with the suffocating heat of hyunjin's body–it's all becoming a little overwhelming.

your body has been put in various positions. love bites, nail indentations and red marks decorate each others skin. hyunjin is approaching his limit but he's too hungry for you.

the overstimulation of each thrust is too much for you both, but you're both addicted to each other, to the feeling. you desperate cling and claw at hyunjin, whilst he hisses in pain. your cunt is sensitive but so warm and sloppy that hyunjin just doesn't know if he can stop.

“good.. good. so good, fuck yn.” he blabbers as his hips snap against yours. his bottom lip swollen from biting down too much and too hard, his hair slicked back and in place thanks to the sweat from his body.

“please don't stop. keep going, fuck.” you pant. you're both drunk and hazy from lust and love. neither one of you knowing what you're saying. everything is just a daze, it's just you two in the moment.

the bed creaking, sheets tangled and pillows nowhere to be seen. you're both going to have an earful from the neighbours when you see them; not that any of you care.

“your pussy just feels so good. it's so tight and wet. i'm being sucked in and you hold me so well.”

hyunjin's body is buzzing off adrenaline. he feels like he is being sucked into you, his mind and soul being lost into the abyss. he wants so much more of you, more than you can give.

hyunjin continues on with his blabbering, his eyes half lidded and glossy. lips parted, chest heaving. his movements show no signs of slowing down as he drives his cock deep inside you multiple times to hit that sweet spot of yours, driving you both closer and closer to the edge.

you babble along with him. hands reaching out from something to cling onto in hopes you come back down to reality–but nothing. with each drive of hyunjin's cock, with each hit of your g-spot, your body tingles and mind numbs over more and more.

the pits of your stomachs on fire, burning and tensing. you look at hyunjin to be met with pleading and desperate eyes. he grips onto your waist, movements now slow, sloppy and desperate.

“i want.. i need to–” his own sentence interpreted as his orgasm suddenly hits him. you clench around him as he empties himself inside you, filling you up some more to the point where you leak out onto the sheets.

your own orgasm hits you, knocking the air out off your lungs and making you arch you back off the bed. you both heavily pant as hyunjin slowly pulls out off you. you shiver at the feeling of cum and juices seeping out of you.

hyunjin looks at it sheepishly, feeling somewhat guilty. he knows he lost his senses during the process, he got drunk of you.

“sorry..”

“don't be. you know i love it when you're like that.” your body heavy with exhaustion. without a word, hyunjin rushes to the bathroom and grabs a wet flannel. he gently cleans you up, being delicate around your delicate areas as well as any sores, bruises or marks that may seem or look painful on your body.

“how long do you think you will do the onlyfans thing?” hyunjin asks before resting next to you. you think for a second, shrugging before looking at him.

“i don't know. until i get bored and feel like i have enough money, i guess. and you?”

“same. would you want to do it with more people?”

“what? like a threesome?” you smirk.

“yeah.”

“mhm, maybe. depends on who it is though. would have to be a close friend of ours. think it's safer than having a stranger.”

“that's true. plus i'd feel at ease if it was a close friend.”

“i have one question though, baby.” you sit up slowly, hyunjin following suit to help you.

“what is it?”

“would you want it to be man or woman?”

“mhm.. i don't really care if i'm honest babe.”

“same. i'm down for whatever, however, would you be able to manage seeing another person going down on me?”

“when you put it that way, i don't think i would. i think i'd get too jealous.”

“yeah, me too. seeing another person suck on your cock just fuels me with jealousy.” hyunjin let's out a small laugh, kissing your cheeks tenderly.

“maybe threesomes are not for us then, darling.”

“maybe not. let's just stick to posting on onlyfans for a while.”

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In these parts the only thing we arouse is suspicion

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The babysitter and the brother| Mason Mount

Part 3

Notes: This is the third and final part of this cute little series, I hope you liked it, thank you for all the lovely comments and messages! Love ya

Part 1

Part 2 contains smut

Warnings: None

It was around 8am when you woke up to the sound of tiny little feet running along the hallway. You heard the door creek open slightly as you quickly looked over to examine the predicament you were currently in. You were being spooned by none other than the shirtless uncle of the child you were currently babysitting.

But before you could lay wide eyed for a little longer and quietly panic about your stupid actions, you heard the door creek again so you quickly sat up from the bed.

You thanked all of the gods for the fact you and Mason had messed around in the kitchen late last night, eating the rest of the cookies so you were somewhat clothed, wearing Masons T-shirt, and some shorts you had packed in your overnight back.

You saw a tiny little frame stand at the door and a whisper of your name, “Y/n/n/, are you awake?”

A wide smile spreads across her face as she sees that you’re awake and makes her way over to the bed.

You quickly grab the top of the duvet and chuck it over Mason’s head, in an awful attempt to hide him.

“Morning sunny.” You smiled at her as she stood on your side of the bed.

Her smile quickly faded into curiosity as she saw the huge lump under the duvet next to you, and then her curiosity really grew when she heard it grumble.

“Y/n/n?” Shit, she knows.

“Why don’t we go downstairs and make some pancakes, mhm pancakes sound nice, yeah?” You ramble, trying to convince the curious child with pancakes.

But as if on queue, you go to get out of bed, but Mason’s arms are tightly wrapped around your thighs, and they don’t seem to be letting go.

“Mase, you need to let go!” You bend down to whisper shout, after elbowing him.

“Ouch y/n, what the fu-“ but Mason stops himself when he removes the duvet from his face and sees his niece by your side.

“Uncle masey!” Summer shouts as she jumps on the bed, swarming her uncle with love.

“Morning poopy pie.” Mason groaned as she jumped all over him, giggling at the surprise.

“When did you get in here?” She questions him after she had placed herself in between the two of you, grabbing for your long hair to twist it in her hands while she spoke.

“I’ve erm-“ but summer cut him off with a rather dramatic gasp.

“Did you and y/n/n have a sleepover, without me?” summer pouted as tears welled in her eyes.

Mason’s heart swelled at the use of summer calling you her own little nickname since she struggled to pronounce your full name.

"No of course not! I just came In to see y/n/n, she was having a nightmare.” Mason pouted at summer, quickly sending you a wink.

“Are you okay y/n/n?” Summer asked you.

“I would be better if I had some pancakes!”

The atmosphere felt awkward considering you hadn’t really had the chance to speak to Mason yet this morning, and you knew once Sam and Jaz were home there would be no way the two of you would be able to talk. You would most likely go back to living your normal life where you were stressing out over uni work, not shagging footballers you went to school with 7 years ago.

At the moment Mason was downstairs with Summer, doing god knows what, so you took the opportunity to have a shower and get dressed.

You waited a while before going back downstairs, you couldn’t stop the anxiety that was running through you over the stupid brown haired man downstairs.

Then, you heard the front door open.

You raced down the stairs to see Jaz embracing summer in a tight hug, Mason was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame as he watched his niece and sister.

You could only see his back but he had his hoodie on and some plaited pj bottoms, his hair was still messy, probably from where you had a harsh grip on it most of the night, but he just looked so good in the morning.

You knew you were staring so walked over to the doorway to stand next to him. Mason looked down at you and bumped your shoulder with his. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, flashing him a warm smile that he could have sworn melted his heart on the spot.

“I didn’t know you were here mase?” Jaz questions with a smirk, summer placed on her hip.

Mason was about to speak up about how he didn’t know you were here, but summer had cut him off.

“Uncle masey had a sleepover, he helped me and y/n/n make cookies!” Summer said in her excited little voice.

“Where did you stay?” Jazz questioned him.

“They had a sleep-” summer started, but Mason quickly interrupted her.

“I stayed on the sofa, right, y/n?” Mason awkwardly laughs.

“Yeah, he stayed on the sofa.” Your expression most likely gave it away, and the fact Jaz had known you most of your life and knew when you were lying.

“Right.” Jaz and Sam said in unison, smirking at each other.

There was a silence that lingered for a moment as you and Mason were feeling rather caught while Jazz and Sam were mumbling in the kitchen, no doubt about the two of you.

“Y/n-” Mason started but you cut him off.

“I should probably go, I need to get back up to London. I have a friend’s birthday party tonight.” You smile at him as you go to say your goodbyes to Summer.

Mason watched you as you walked through the hallway, he started to bite his lip, what he wanted to say to you was, “I don’t want this to be a one time thing, I want to get to know you, or how he wanted to pick you up and take you on a shitty date like crazy golf or bowling.” But, obviously, the words didn’t come out, mainly because you made him nervous, and no girl ever showed the power to make him nervous.

So Mason just watched you hug his niece as you said your goodbyes, making your way to your car, hoping he would maybe run out after you, ask to see you again, but nope, he sat and watched your car drive off from his sisters driveway.

“Quite foul of you to sleep with the babysitter.” Jazz giggled to Mason, slapping his arm.

“Shut up.” Mason gowned as he flopped on the Jazz sofa, feeling defeated after he just watched you drive away.

It had been about 3 months since then, you rarely thought about your…night with Mason.

That was until you got a phone call from Jazz about a summer BBQ she was having, and your whole family was invited, and it seemed rude for you not to go, even if Mason would be there.

So here you were, on a sunny Friday, laughing with yours and Mason’s mum in Jazz's back garden.

Your hair was down, hanging on your shoulders, and you had a flowy yellow summer dress on that complimented your eyes well. You had noticed Mason playing football with your little cousins at the top of the garden. Your plan was to just avoid him, you where more worried that if you gave in and spoke to him then you might let him fuck you in the toilet.

“Y/n dear, could you get me another beer from the kitchen?” Asks Mason’s dad, Tony, with a smile since he was too busy with the bbq.

“Of course.” You smiled back as you made your way to the kitchen, Mason took this as an opportunity to talk to you. So he had walked into the kitchen not long after you did, hoping it didn’t look like he was stalking you.

“Hey.” Mason smiled as he watched you get a beer from the fridge. You jumped slightly, startled at his sudden presence.

“Hey, mase.” You smiled back, everting your eyes from his gorgeous brown ones.

“I didn’t know you drank beer?” Mason mentally slapped himself as hard as he could, why would he say that? A woman can drink beer. He was hoping he didn’t come off as slightly misogynistic, as he flashed you the widest smile he could.

“I don’t. It’s for your dad.” You were being blunt with him, and he hated that. He realised that this was your relationship now, you had sex once and now the both of you felt awkward around the other.

“You look really pretty, I mean you always look pretty, but today you look exceptionally pretty.” Mason cringed at his words, as he felt the bush rise to his cheeks.

That was when Jaz walked in, a wide smile on her face, clearly hearing what Mason had just said as she put her head down and made her way through the kitchen to the toilet.

“Thank you, mase. You look exceptionally pretty too.” You smile as you pop off the cap on the beer, walking around the counter to exit the kitchen.

Your eyes widened as you walked out the kitchen, did the Mason Mount just say you look pretty everyday? The same cocky mason that has always seemed to think with his dick rather than his brain.

“Y/n.” You felt a hand on your shoulder as you turned around, masons fingers lightly grazing your back, in front of everyone. You tense at his touch, what was he doing.

“You left your phone in the kitchen.” He smiled as he handed you your phone before walking away. What was this man doing to you?

As the night went on everyone was dancing under the summer moonlight, downing drinks and singing karaoke.

You and Mason had shared a few occasional looks, but as mason was on his break he could drink, so the few beers he had went straight to his head, giving him some liquid courage.

As the song “There is something on your mind” By Big Jay McNeely played Mason downed the rest of his drink before making way over to the table you were sitting at, chatting away with his nan.

“Miss Y/l/n, would you like to dance with me?” Mason smirked as he raised his eyebrows a few times.

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks as you knew both your families were currently staring you and mason down, but mason didn’t seem to care, his eyes were too busy fixated on yours.

“Oh come on, don’t be a party pooper.” He smiled, keeping his language PG since summer was sitting on the chair next to you.

You giggled before letting him take your hand in his as he pulled you out onto the grass.

You were both non stop giggling as he held your hand, spinning you around a few times, letting you dress flow. Before he pulled you in by your waist, your hands resting around his neck, not too tight since you knew all eyes were on you and mason right now.

“How many beers have you had?” You giggled as you looked at his face, taking in his long messy hair and lopsided smile.

“Like four?.” Mason just giggled before he started to sing along to the lyrics of the song, and you couldn't help but admire the way his adams apple bobbed in his throat and how his hair fell on his forehead.

“If you even think about me, if I ever cross your mind.” Mason mummed as he took your hand in his, swaying around the garden.

“Well, you know, you know I’m yours, and I know, I know your mine.”

Mason carried on humming, loving the way you were giggling on his chest at his awful singing.

When the song finished and another started to play Mason continued to pull you in close, not letting you go. He was holding one of your hands against his chest, as the other hand was placed on his shoulder.

“I miss you.” He blurted out, but he didn’t regret any of his word vomit as you were clearly mesmerized by the stupid little smile he was flashing you.

“Oh really?” You smirk at him, wanting him to continue.

“I know it’s not very gentlemanly of me since I’m like, what… three months too late? But are you still up to having that relationship we spoke about?”

“The sexual relationship?” You whispered at him.

“I mean yeah, that at some point, but I want to take you out first, like on a proper date.”

“Depends where you would take me?” Your smile wouldn’t fade as you watched him tell you his plan with no hesitation, clearly having planned this in his head beforehand.

“I was thinking, I would come drive up to london and pick you up and maybe we could go cocktail bowling? It’s this place you go bowling but they have a cocktail bar!”

“I gathered that.” You smiled at him, his enthusiasm was adorable, you rarely saw this side of mason, and you were falling…hard.

“And i thought we could put a hat and some glasses on me and you could take me on the tube, show me around your ends.” Mason smirked.

You could tell this had been a thought out plan for him, you could feel the anticipation he was radiating, and as much as you wanted to rip his clothes off, you wanted to sway in his arms forever.

“So, what’s your answer?” he waited in anticipation for your reply.

“Why not.” You shrugged as you could swear you saw his eyes glisten, he just grabbed your hand, as he continued to dance and spin you around on the dry grass in Jazz’s garden, smilie down at you.

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Can I Ask You a Question?

Because I was thinking today about how questions that seem settled and hurts that seem healed sometimes come up again, even in loving healthy relationships.

“Hi, honey, I’m home,” Jack chirped as he pushed the front door open.

Sometimes he couldn’t believe this was his life: a berth on a team that welcomed him even after he blindsided them with his coming out last year, a condo that felt more like a home than ever since Bitty moved in permanently, Bitty making something that smelled delicious in the kitchen …

When he was 18, he never thought he’d be allowed to have this.

“In here,” Bitty responded unnecessarily.

Jack headed that way, pausing to drop a kiss on Bitty’s head where he was bent over his laptop on the counter. The laptop, the three saucepans on the stovetop, the mixing bowls stacked in the sink all added up to Bitty trying to perfect a recipe for the cookbook. There were probably three pies in the oven, each with minuscule adjustments in their ingredients. Good thing Marty had that barbecue tonight.

“I’m gonna go shower,” Jack said. “Maybe watch something in the den.”

“Mmm,” Bitty hummed, before he pressed a key and looked up. “I’m sorry. How was the workout?”

“Good,” Jack said. “Back to skating next week.”

“That’s great, sweet pea,” Bitty said, eyes already shifting towards his notes.

“I’ll let you get back to it,” Jack said, hefting his bag on his shoulder.

Once he was clean and comfortable in sweats and a threadbare Samwell T-shirt, he flopped on the couch and started flipping through his streaming queues. It still felt weird to sit and do nothing in the middle of the day, but everyone — the athletic trainers, his personal trainer for the summer, even his therapist — agreed that rest was important.

His stomach rumbled and he remembered food was important, too, but he didn’t want to get in Bitty’s way. Maybe he should get a mini-fridge for the den? That way he could keep some protein shakes in here.

Before he could make up his mind to go look for food, Bitty was coming in with a plate piled with chicken tenders and corn and tomatoes salad.

“I did them up in the air fryer,” Bitty said. “I know you’re hungry after training.”

“Thanks, Bits,” Jack said, accepting the plate and taking a bite out of the top tender. It wasn’t quite the same as a real fried chicken tender, but Bitty used some spice blend that added a little flavor, and they were healthy enough to eat a couple of times a week.

Jack was profoundly grateful that Bitty and Nate had come to an understanding this year.

“Uh, Jack? Can I ask you something?”

Jack set the plate on the coffee table and looked at Bitty, standing near the door, hands twisting in a dish towel. This might be more than wanting him to decide whether the apple pie was better with a half teaspoon or a full teaspoon of nutmeg.

“Sure, bud. What’s up?”

“Promise you won’t be mad?”

Jack took a breath. The first time Bitty was afraid to say something after he moved in was when he took Jack’s car to the market and came out to find a scratch on the door. Jack had been confused; it wasn’t even Bitty’s fault, but even if it had been, it was simple to fix. It had made Jack angry a little — at Bitty’s parents, because he had to learn that fear somewhere, right?

“Of course not,” Jack said. “Whatever it is, we can figure it out.”

“And you won’t laugh?”

“I don’t think so,” Jack said. “Unless you’re going to tell me a joke?”

That weak attempt at humor fell flat, as Bitty’s gaze fell to the towel in his hands.

“It’ll be fine,” Jack said. “But you have to tell me what it is.”

“That’s what Lindsey said too,” Bitty said.

“Lindsey?” Jack repeated. “Is this something you talked about in therapy?”

“Sort of,” Bitty said. “Yes. I made a joke, then she asked what I meant and … yes, we talked about it.”

“Okay,” Jack said. It didn’t sound too serious if Bitty had joked about it, but Bitty did use jokes as deflection. “Why don’t you tell me what you said?”

“She asked what I was doing this weekend, and I said I was going to hit the gym,” Bitty said.

Jack nodded, because he and Bitty had spent time working out together almost every weekend since Bitty moved in. Jack always felt calmer in his skin after physical effort, and Bitty seemed to as well. And, well, they both seemed to like the way the other looked when they were sweaty and flushed. Post-workout sex would have gone a long way towards making the effort worth it even if Jack hadn’t enjoyed the exercise.

“Okay,” Jack said. “What was the joke?”

“I said I had to make sure to keep my athletic physique so you would still like me,” Bitty said, now looking at the sofa cushion to the left of Jack’s thigh.

Jack took another breath in, then settled himself back against the sofa, consciously letting his arms fall open at his sides. He’d promised not to be angry, and he didn’t want Bitty to think he was.

“Do you really think that?” Jack said. “Do you think I would lose interest — that I only love you — because of your body?”

“No, of course not!” Bitty said, stepping more fully into the room. “Don’t be silly. It’s not like my body could ever even compare to yours!”

“That’s not the point,” Jack said. “I love you, and I love your body, and, yeah, I think you’re hot. But that’s because you’re you. I thought you liked working out together.”

“I do, really,” Bitty said. “I just should have said that to Lindsey. It was just a joke.”

“It’s never ‘just a joke,’ Bits.” Jack leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees. “There’s always something behind it.”

“I know that’s what Shitty says,” Bitty said.

“But it’s true,” Jack said. “Do you really think I only love you for your body?”

“When you put it like that, no,” Bitty snorted and finally sat down.

“You do have a beautiful body,” Jack said.

“Not like yours,” Bitty said.

“I need to be strong for my career,” Jack said. “It’s not vanity. And you and I both know chances are my body will be damaged in some way by the time I’m retired. Will you love me less?”

“Of course not.” Bitty sniffed. “You’re gorgeous, you know that, but that’s not why I want you. And I know it’s your job. Until a few months ago, it was kind of my job too, if I wanted to keep my scholarship. But I don’t know how long I can keep it up, not with the job and the book and my YouTube channel.”

“I never said you had to.”

“No, not in so many words,” Bitty said. “But look at you. Look at your family. Your mom is an icon, your dad looks like he could still play. … You don’t want someone who looks like the ugly duckling.”

It was Jack’s turn to stand up.

“First, you could never be an ugly duckling,” he said. “No, first, my dad could not still play. His knees are shot. But even if he could, you wouldn’t be the ugly duckling, and I’d never make you feel that way. Neither would my parents. I don’t care if you lose all your muscle or gain 50 kilos or whatever. I was the ugly duckling — that’s what gossip magazines called me when I was a kid, and my parents always loved me because I was me. I love you because you’re you. And I’m not angry, but I guess I am a little hurt that you think I wouldn’t love you as much because you don’t have an NCAA athlete’s conditioning schedule anymore.”

“So you’re saying you’d never body-shame anyone?” Bitty asked.

“I’d hope not,” Jack said. “People come in all shapes and sizes.”

That’s what maman had told him when the other kids teased him about his weight.

“You sure about that, Mr. Eat More Protein?”

“What?” Jack sat heavily on the sofa again. “That wasn’t about you … about your body. That was about hockey.”

“About my body … me … playing hockey.”

Shit. Jack knew he’d been an asshole to Bitty when Bitty was a freshman. If he’d had any doubts, Shitty had been pretty clear on more than one occasion. But whenever he apologized, Bitty always waved it off, said it wasn’t necessary.

“Are we doing this now?” Jack asked, when he found his voice.

“What do you mean?” Bitty said.

“I mean, will you finally let me apologize for the way I acted at first?” Jack said. “It wasn’t about you —”

“You said, it was about hockey.”

“And me, and my anxiety about whether I’d ever make it.”

“And now that you have it’s all fine?”

Well, no, Jack knew his anxiety would never really be fine. But before he could say that, Bitty continued.

“I know that in your mind, it was about the team, and about you,” he said. “But what you said was about me, when I was new on the team, the smallest guy there, with Ransom and Holster calling me a fainting goat and saying they should make a play of it. But at least they acted like they liked me off the ice.”

“Do … do you think I don’t like you?” Jack asked, because this was a rabbit hole he has not expected to fall down today.

“No, of course not,” Bitty said. “I know you love me.”

Jack breathed a sigh of relief.

“But I know you didn’t like me at the beginning,” Bitty went on. “You didn’t like me until I became an asset to the team.”

“No,” Jack said. “I mean yes, you did become an asset to the team. But that’s not when I started to like you.”

“No?”

“No. It was checking practice,” Jack said. “You hated it. You’d nearly faint if I pushed you, even when you were in full pads and I didn’t even have a helmet on. But you kept getting up, you kept showing up. You were so determined, even though it was clear that you probably should have been in therapy then. You were — you are — so strong. And then when you voted for me for captain, even after your concussion — that was so generous.”

“As if anyone else could be captain,” Bitty sniffed.

“You did pretty well,” Jack said.

“Hush, you.”

“No,” Jack said. “You need to know what an incredible person you are. I’ve told you before, I am sorry for the way I treated you. It was wrong. And I’m sorry I never realized that it might make you feel insecure about your body.”

“C’mon, Jack, we both know I don’t have the usual body type for a hockey player,” Bitty said. “Just like I wasn’t much of a football player.

“No excuses, Bits,” Jack said. “It’s good you’re getting therapy. I know I’d be in a lot worse shape without it. But please know I love you. I love your body because it’s part of you. I’ll always love your body no matter what, because it will always be part of you.”

“And I’ll love you when I have to help you off the couch, old man,” Bitty said. “Sorry for — ” he waved his hands — “all this.”

“No, I’m glad you told me,” Jack said. “You still want to go to the gym tomorrow? You don’t have too.”

“Are you crazy?” Bitty said. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

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