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Linger On- Chapter 7

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Summary: 10 years ago Joel Miller broke your heart. You spent the next decade trying to forget him and building a new life in Chicago. When your father gets sick, you move back to Austin to care for him, husband and son in tow. You find your life once again entangled with Joel’s.

Word Count: 3.9k

Rating: E

Warnings: Angst and pining, infidelity, some descriptions of sex but not graphic. Joel Miller Tears TM

Immersability: reader is able-bodied. can have/has had a child.

Author’s Notes: Here it is guys! The breakup!

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August 1999

For the next two weeks, Joel becomes part of your routine. He’s there when you come home from dropping Jamie off at school, waiting on the porch. You go into the kitchen together and share a cup of coffee while going over his plan for the day. He follows you upstairs and you take up your post against the bathroom door frame while he works. You spend an hour or so talking before you leave to relieve the night nurse at your parents’ house. You spend most of the time catching up on the previous decade that you missed of each others’ lives and the kids.

“We should get them together sometime.” Joel says one morning.

“I’m not sure that’s such a great idea, Joel.” You reply. “I’m sure your wife might not be so crazy about that.”

“Yeah I s’pose you’re right, darlin’.” He had taken to calling you that again. You’ve stopped fighting him on it. Mostly because you enjoy hearing it.

Jamie absolutely adores him. Joel lets him help him when he’s not doing anything too dangerous. Mostly he measures. He teaches Jamie the names of all the tools and their purposes. As happy as your son is, the sight makes your heart ache. You know it’s a terrible thought to have, but Jamie should be Joel’s son. He was supposed to be his. You were much too young and hadn’t been together long enough to even be considering children when the two of you broke up. Marriage, maybe. No “maybe” about it, actually. If Joel had asked you would have said yes. You probably would have married him after the first week. That was all it took for you to fall in love with him. You guard your heart much more closely these days.

The day before Steve returns from Chicago, you sit perched on the edge of your new bathtub, while Joel tiles the shower wall. Your father has a doctor’s appointment this morning so you’ve been relieved of morning duties so you decided to spend the morning watching Joel build you your dream bathroom. Yet another thing you get to experience with him, but not with him.

Joel finishes with the wall he’s working on and steps out of the tub. “I’m gonna head out and get some lunch. Wanna join me?” He asks.

“How about we order delivery?” You counter. You don’t need anyone seeing you out and about with Joel. Austin is a small place. The Devil works hard but the rumor mill works harder. You’ve woven a delicate web of lies and gotten yourself trapped.

“Sounds good, Sugar.” Joel agrees.

After lunch, as you're rinsing dishes in the sink, you suddenly see Joel's hands come to rest on the counter, on either side of your body. His chest, somehow even broader and firmer than it used to be, presses against your back. "What the hell are you doing Joel?" You snap as you drop the plate you had been holding. It clatters loudly into the sink. "Me?

I'm not doin' nothin'." You can hear the smirk in his voice. The one that used to drive you wild. Still does, honestly.

You whirl around to face him. Big mistake. Now your chest presses against his. You're surrounded by him. Your senses are invaded by him. He smells exactly the same as he used to. Saw dust and Irish Spring. You can feel his chest rising opposite yours. You can hear his breath in your ears. His brown eyes are locked on yours. What's the last sense? You wonder. It's hard to formulate a thought when he's all over you, all around you. Taste.

As if he can read your thoughts he crashes his lips into yours, sucking all the air out of your lungs. Your lips seem to have a mind of their own. Slotting between Joel's, fitting with his perfectly like the last piece of a puzzle clicking into place. You curl your fingers into his hair, scratching his scalp with your nails, and he moans into your mouth. One of his large hands splays across your lower back, the other cups your cheek. He pulls you as close to him as he can, as if he wants to crack his chest open so you can crawl inside.

His tongue seeks out yours desperately and when you tug on the curls at the nape of his neck, it earns you another strangled moan. You feel as if he could devour you alive in this moment. And you would let him. When was the last time I was kissed like this? You ask yourself. Ten years ago. The night Joel broke my heart. Your husband had surely never been this desperate for you, this hungry.

The thought of Steve snaps you back into reality. You place your palms on Joel's chest and push him backwards. "We can't do this!" You exclaim. "I'm married and so are you. It's not right."

"I'm sorry, baby. I just had to know. If ya still taste the way you used to." He doesn't look the least bit sorry at all. "What's not right is you bein' someone's girl 'sides mine. What's not right is that I haven't touched you in so long. Haven't felt you." He shrugged his shoulders and stroked your cheek.

Hot tears spill from your eyes. "This is my fault. I should have known better than to be spending all this time with you. I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong idea."

"You don't gotta apologize to me for nothin', darlin'. I told you. I'll always want you. I've been thinkin' 'bout doin' that since I first saw you in this kitchen weeks ago. Hell, I've been thinkin' 'bout it pretty much every day since the last time I got to." Tears are forming in his eyes now. "And ya know what, baby? I'm not all that sorry. I don't regret it at all. Because that kiss? That kiss felt like comin' home. Like we were finally where we were always s'posed to be."

"We can't do this. Steve will be home tomorrow. You have a wife. This is wrong. No matter how right it feels, it's not." Joel nods at you.

"I know, darlin'. Don't you worry about it. I'll make sure it never happens again. 'Less you ask me to of course." He says with that same fucking smirk. He presses a chaste kiss into your forehead and steps back. You suddenly feel cold without the warmth of his strong body against yours.

"What's done is done, Joel. We gotta leave the past in the past. We've got kids to think about now. I gotta pick up Jamie. I'll see ya later." You grab your purse and run out of the door.

Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck. He’s fucking right. Of course he’s right. You don’t see how this situation can get any worse.

Of course it does get worse. Jamie decides today, of all days, to mention Joel to his grandfather. Perched in his usual spot at your father’s side on his hospital bed, he spills the beans. “I’m gonna be a contractor when I grow up, like Joel!” Your father chuckles and asks Jamie what a contractor does. As they continue their conversation you hear your mother’s voice behind you.

You nearly jump out of your skin as she asks “Joel? Joel Miller?” You freeze and turn slowly to face her. “Yes. Steve hired him before we even moved here to do some work on the house. I didn’t know he was our contractor until he was hired.” You tell her.

She nods her head in the direction of the kitchen. Wanting to keep this conversation private. “And what does your husband have to say about your ex-boyfriend fixin’ up his house?’ She looks at you expectantly.

“Well, he doesn’t know that Joel is my ex-boyfriend, Mother.” You know that your annoyance is misplaced and you really should be angry with yourself. You are angry with yourself. “Oh, sweetheart. What were oyu thinking?’ Her voice is softer now. “I was thinking that there wasn’t any point in draggin’ all that back up. It was ten years ago and we’ve both moved on with our lives.” Your accent gets stronger when you’re fired up. Your mom looks at you sadly before resting her hand on your cheek.

“I hope you know what you’re doing, honey. I had to pick up the broken pieces of you he left in his wake last time. I don’t want you to get hurt again.”

You lean into her hand and tell her. “I won’t. He can’t hurt me anymore.” Neither one of you really believes that.

Steve is home when you return. He’s in the driveway talking to Joel and your heart hitches in your chest. Joel would never tell Steve about anything that had happened between you. This afternoon or back in the day. Your thoughts are thankfully interrupted by Jamie’s squeal. “DADDY! YOU'RE HOME!” He exclaims as he runs into his father’s arms. Steve scoops him up into his arms and spins him around. Joel turns back to his truck to continue packing up his things. Maybe he doesn't want to intrude on a private moment. Maybe he's having the same thoughts you were the other day. You've always wondered, a lot more often recently, what a child with Joel would look like. What they would be like.

Steve greets you with a stiff kiss and a clipped "Hey, hon." What is going on with him? You wonder.

After dinner and getting Jamie off to bed you find out. "We need to talk." Steve said. The seriousness in his voice fills you with dread. Does he know? How can he? "What's going on?" You ask quietly. You have a sinking feeling that your life is about to implode.

"Well, my meetings in Chicago went very well. I actually got another promotion."

"Steve, that's great! I'm so proud of you!" But the look on his face lets you know this isn't the great news you think it is.

"There's a problem. A big one. We are going to be opening an office in San Antonio and they've put me in charge of the branch. I've got to report to the new office space Monday to oversee the new office setup." He doesn't meet your gaze. "The company got an apartment already and everything."

"I can't move to San Antonio. The whole point of leaving Chicago was so I could be near my father. They need me here. Besides, we've spent so much money on this renovation already" You argue.

"I know. That's why I'm going by myself."

"You're doing what? Why can't you commute?" It isn't that far of a drive.

"In rush hour traffic each way. I'll be leaving here at 5 a.m. and getting home at midnight. Besides, there's gonna be a lot of late nights these first few months." You are genuinely shocked by this. You didn't know what to expect but your husband leaving you to live in another city wasn't it. The look of your face gives your disappointment away.

"Hey, it's gonna be okay. We'll make it work."

You spend the weekend together doing everything Jamie wants before you sit him down and tell him the news. He's sad that he won't get to see his dad as much but gets excited when he hears about the big zoo they have nearby.

When Monday morning comes around you watch your husband load the last of a good chunk of his belongings into his new company car after you return from dropping Jamie off at school together. He turns to you and places a soft peck on your cheek. "I'll be home on the weekends. Try not to worry." And he gets in the car and drives away. For some reason it feels like he's leaving you.

Joel pulls into the driveway just a few minutes after Steve leaves and rushes over to you. "Baby, what happened? What's wrong?" His voice and eyes are full of concern. You just turn around and walk inside, not even answering him. Joel follows right behind you. He's not about to let you out of his sight, not while you're like this.

When you sit at the kitchen table he sits in the chair next to yours. He puts a hand on your shoulder and that does you in. You turn your body to his and bury your face in his chest. You let everything go. Everything that you've been holding onto for weeks, months, years. Steve leaving, your dad getting sick, what happened between you and Joel all those years ago. You let out every unshed tear right into Joel's flannel shirt. He wraps his arms tightly around you and strokes your hair. He murmurs comforting words into your ear. "It's alright, baby. You let it all out darlin'. Whatever it is, I'll fix it." You know you shouldn't be seeking comfort from Joel, of all the people in the world, but you can't help it. Wrapped up in his arms feels like…home. You've never felt safer or more secure than you always have in his arms.

Once you compose yourself, you tell Joel everything. "Jus' cause he's workin' outta town for a while doesn't mean he's leavin' ya, darlin'." He reassures you. "He'd be a fool to do that."

"Yeah, you'd know. Huh, Miller?" You force out a laugh.

Joel looks at you with the utmost sincerity. "Biggest mistake of my life, baby, lettin' you go." He cups your cheek.

"Then why did you, Joel?" You ask. "You made that choice for both of us. You never even gave me an option. And you did it in a really shitty way, Joel" You feel the familiar ache creeping into your chest.

"I wish I could take it all back, darlin'. I swear if I could do it all over again I would. I would have married the right girl the first time." And you know it's true.

July 1989

You really thought he was going to do it last week. He made a fancy dinner and assured you Tommy would be out of the house. But when you and Tommy arrived home you found out that his date had canceled on him. Didn't bother you any. A night in with the man you love and your best friend is as good a night as any.

But that ring. You found it a couple of weeks ago. You had a day off during the week, so while your boys were at work, you thought you'd do something nice for them. They were so good to you all the time so the least you could do was wash their laundry. Once you had several loads folded you went upstairs to put them away. You left Tommy's clothes on his bed. There was no way in hell you were opening any of his drawers. God knows what was lurking in there. You went to the room you shared with Joel. You hadn't officially moved in but you almost never spent any time at your apartment anymore. And when you did, it was so you and Joel could get some privacy from Tommy. Or so you could give him the privacy to entertain his flavor of the week.

You began to put the clothes in their proper places but when you were putting Joel's socks and underwear in their drawer, your hand hit something hard. You dug through the pile of unmatched socks until you found the culprit. A little black velvet box. You hesitated for a moment, wondering if you should be snooping in Joel's things, but you got over that quickly. You swallowed a gulp and opened the box.

Inside was the most beautiful ring you had ever seen. A rose gold band with a gorgeous heart shaped opal in the center. If you could have built a perfect engagement ring this would be it. How is it possible for him to know this well? After only 4 months?

Shit. You think. This is probably supposed to be a surprise and I'm ruining it! You snapped the box closed and stuffed it back underneath the socks. You slammed the drawer shut and went back to cleaning up the house.

Ever since that day, weeks ago, you've been waiting for him to ask. When he took you for another drive to look at the stars. Different location, same truck sex. When he suggested making you a nice dinner. Every night in bed when you inevitably end up as a tangle of sweaty limbs and short breath. But he still hasn't asked. In fact he's seemed very distant this past week, since the night of the dinner.

That night when he comes home, you have dinner waiting ready. Tommy comes stomping in the house, looking mad as hell. He doesn't even bother to take his boots off at the door like he usually does. Just gives you a small wave and stomps up the stairs. "Hey! I made dinner!" You call after him.

"Sorry, Sweets. I'm not that hungry tonight."

Joel comes into the kitchen and plants a kiss on your forehead. "What's with Tommy?" You ask. Joel just shrugs and says,

"You know how he is. Always pissed at me about somethin'."

The two of you eat dinner and talk about your respective days. After Joel helps you wash the dishes and take the trash out, you put a plate in the microwave for Tommy. He usually gets over whatever made him mad and comes down in the middle of the night to raid the fridge. At least this way he'll have some real food.

"Do you wanna watch T.V.?" You ask when Joel comes back in.

"Not tonight, baby. Let's go to bed." He grabs your hand and leads you upstairs to your room. He seems off tonight too. Maybe they got into a fight . You wonder. Wouldn't be the first time. The Miller brothers have a complicated relationship with each other. Joel wanting to look out for Tommy, as he'd been doing his whole life. Tommy reminding Joel that he wasn't his father. A fact that you know stung Joel. Tommy had only been ten when their parents had died.

Joel is on you almost as soon as the bedroom door swings shut. So similar to the night he first made love to you. The desperate feeling you had felt rolling off of him that day was back. He walked you backwards until your knees hit the edge of the bed, never taking his lips off yours. And when he kneels on the floor in between your legs he eats you like a man starved. Like a man stuck in the desert for days, finally making it back to civilization and getting a real meal. Later, when you look back, you realize it was more like a death row inmate. Savoring his last meal before execution.

He is different when he fucks you that night. He was normally very vocal. Telling you how sweet you were for him. How well you were taking him. But tonight was all primal grunts and no words. He was impossibly deep inside you. His pace was brutal and unforgiving. You thought he could have split you right in two. Like he was trying to imprint himself inside of you. Again, in hindsight, you realize he was.

And when you are both spent and you reach for his embrace he stops you. And says four little words that would change your life forever. You were hoping to hear "Will you marry me" not "we need to talk."

You sit up in bed and wrap his sheet around you. The sheen of sweat on your body being kissed by the cool air in the house gives you a chill.

"What's wrong, baby?" You reach for his hand but he pulls it away and runs it through his hair.

"I gotta tell you somethin' but I just don't know how. I'm not ready." Tears are filling his eyes already.

"Ready for what, Joel? Please tell me what's going on."

He takes in a ragged breath and forces the words out. "There's a girl." He holds up his hand when he sees your mouth drop open and your eyes go wide. "It was before we met, I swear. I hadn't seen her since last winter." The tears have spilled over now. "I ran into her at H-E-B last week and…she's pregnant." His eyes close and the tears stream down his cheeks.

"And it's yours?" You question.

"She swears it is. But I guess I don't know for sure. I don't know her that well." Joel admits.

"So what does this mean?" Joel isn't the type of man to dip out on his responsibilities.

"Means I ain't goin' to Chicago, Sugar." He is barely able to choke the words out. His silent tears already turning into full on sobs.

"That's okay, baby. We don't have to go. I'll move in here and be able to help you with the baby when it comes. When is it coming?"

"She's due in three weeks. But you gotta listen to me. I'm not going to Chicago. You should still go. I know how much you want outta here."

"I'm not going without you, Joel. We'll figure it all out. I'm not leaving you, baby." You plead that he understands that you love him so much you would do anything for him.

"You have to leave. Because I'm marryin' her." You jolt back as if you'd been slapped.

"What the fuck are you talkin' about?" You snap.

"It's the right thing to do. My baby needs a father."

"Are you fucking KIDDING ME?" You scream. "You knew you were gonna do this and you still fucked me anyways?" You jump up from the bed gathering your clothes and yanking them on. "You're such a fucking asshole, Miller. I'm out of here. Enjoy your new family." You stomp out of his room and slam the door behind you. The sound of Joel's anguished cries through wood cuts right into you. Tearing a hole in your heart. Fuck him. You think. You pound on Tommy's door and when he yanks it open you tell him you need a ride. He puts a shirt and grabs Joel's keys without saying a word. He doesn't need to. He knew about all this already and had heard you screaming at his brother.

He follows you inside your apartment to make sure you're okay. You aren't but you tell him you're fine. "I'm so sorry, Sweets. I don't know what to say." He hugs you tightly and reminds you how much he loves you. "You'll always be the sister I never had."

"And never will have now, I guess." You chuckle sadly. "Don't worry. Joel's got you a new sister all lined up."

Tommy holds you in your bed all night. You cry for hours. The sounds that leave your body scare him a little bit. You sound like a wounded animal, fighting for your life. Tommy wants to comfort you but he can tell that nothing he has to say will offer you any. So he just holds you and strokes your hair until you finally wear yourself out. Exhaustion takes over and for a few hours you have some peace.

Two weeks later, on the day of Joel's courthouse wedding, you leave Texas forever. Or so you intended.

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theyscreamjade · 1 year

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Hi Jade! I’ve had this idea stuck in my head for a while now - could you do some head cannons about the main trio being incubus’s (a creature who basically resembles a male and feeds off having sex while the victim is asleep) and meeting the reader and feeding off them but slowly falling in love with the reader? Thanks!

Sweet Dreams and Deep Fantasies

「Sorry about the wait, Ya buddy here just got through finals and shit, I’m beyond exhausted. I’m also in the process of moving too, so whew. I’ve got a lot going on…BUT I’M GONNA DO THIS!! I hope ya love it, anon!~ෆ」 ⊰ 18+! (Anyone who’s underaged will be blocked!)ও

↬ Disclaimer: Cursing, Somnophilia, Sexual Themes & Acts, Sex Demons.

↬ word count ᱺ 2.1k ෆ

⧽ Let’s start with the nicest of the bunch, unlike the others on this list. Izuku doesn’t really strike you unless you really need it.

⧽ Between work/school, you were running on desperate times there.

⧽ Your toys weren’t cutting it, and you were too scared to try Tinder or sex websites because you don’t want to end up as a missing person or a dead body in a ditch.

⧽ But the stress of life was getting to you. Rent due, Car due, Gas and Water due and you’re doing long ass hours only to have your shit gone before you could even try to enjoy.

⧽ You’ve done the relationships, all ending badly and you didn’t want to ignite the flames of the ex back into your life.

⧽ So, after an upsetting masturbating session, your little helper was placed back in the third drawer of your side table.

⧽ With an upsetting sigh, you closed your eyes and started to drift off to dreamland.

⧽ You appeared to be in a…rather revealing position when you did. Your legs were over your head, tied together.

⧽ Your eyes were confused, unsure of how in the hell you ended up like this! You wanted to have a simple dream! Hell, that candy one was satisfying for the night!

⧽ That’s when you felt a warm sensation on you.

⧽ Your body shuttered at the feeling and you tried to move your legs to see who the hell was licking the palace without consent!

⧽ The tongue slithered up and down on your slit, slipping inside you. Your toes curled, pleasure rushing through your body with the intensifying sensation driving you wild.

⧽ Your mouth opened wide, your hips grinding against the sensation.

⧽ “Desperation, Lust, Desire…” A voice said, sitting up and lowering his legs.

⧽ His large, green tail curled while your body laid limb, the urge for more was radiating off your body.

⧽ Your eyes wandered to the being above you, his large freckled body laced with a few scars, his bold green skin.

⧽ His large hands gripped your thighs, pushing them back further so he could have more access. You started to move a bit because LIKE ANY SANE PERSON, WHO OR WHAT THE HELL WAS THIS DANMN THIS IS, AND WHY IS IT EATING YOU OUT LIKE A DAMN PRO?!

⧽ “Calm your nerves…and relax, you’re making this hard.” The voice ordered, sending chills down your spine. That’s when their tongue slipped in deeper and your back arched.

⧽ Was it bad that you sat there and just took it? Maybe.

⧽ Was it good when you came like a fuckin hose that had thousands of kinks in it?

⧽ Hell MOTHERFUCKIN Yeah!

⧽ You awoke that morning with a confused look, unsure of how you made such..a mess in your poor bed.

⧽ That was only the beginning.

⧽ The next night, it happened again. The green beast appeared and you finally saw his face.

⧽ Large dark green eyes and freckles on his cheeks, it’s all you could focus on.

⧽ Even when he was inside you, sucking the sexual energy out of you.

⧽ Each deep thrust he gave you simply overwhelmed your needy, simply desperate body.

⧽ He was something you desired, you craved. You needed.

⧽ After a week of this, you simply ask for his name while you two were fucking from the side. You turned your head to look at him while he held your leg high in the air.

⧽ “I-I-Izuku..” he whispers in your ear, before biting it and thrusting faster.

⧽ And that’s where it began.

⧽ Izuku began your little helper after long days and terrible dates. He’d make your little dreams better. He fucks your little brains out and leaves completely satisfied.

⧽ He’s a sweet, kind, and caring demon too. He loves altering your dreams to accommodate your desires.

⧽ He’s honestly one the nicest demons out of the entire bunch until things start to sour between you two.

⧽ It’s kind of hard to only have someone appear in your dreams…and when work gets tough, you’re not able to drift to sleep fully.

⧽ So the next time you do finally rest, he’s not there. Your green Prince wasn’t there anymore.

⧽ But don’t worry, your job receives an exchange worker who transfers from another country…

⧽ And he’s suspiciously named Izuku too~

⧽ Remember being a kid and your parents would tell you that you should be careful of what you wish for?

⧽ See, we don’t always think about shit that we say? You obviously didn’t when you supposedly summoned a damn demon on yourself.

⧽ If you had been to a slumber party and played Bloody Mary or with the Ouija Board then you’d know how.

⧽ It wasn’t like your life sucked really.

⧽ You had the perfect job, car, life, and even significant other. Everything was peachy….except when it came to the sex.

⧽ That…massively lacked. Baby boy didn’t know how to…ya know, get you there.

⧽ So, often you faked it which is honestly kinda disrespecting because you’re over here with blue balls and another sad night where he’s knocked out and you’re accepting sleep while reading about other characters on A03 who’s getting better dick than you.

⧽ The second you’re asleep though, you’re opening your eyes inside your bedroom…but alone?

⧽ Your beloved was gone but something else was there.

⧽ Before you could even get out of bed, a tail was pulling you back into it. “I didn’t say you could leave, now did I?” The voice said.

⧽ It was raspy, deep….and made your panties wet instantly. It was demanding and practically had your toes curling.

⧽ Your head turned to see what it was, before you…a demon with mostly orange to red skin, blonde hair, and bold red eyes.

⧽ You couldn’t even figure out what the hell it was before your clothes started scattering all over the place.

⧽ He was rough, deep, and practically had your hands ripping the sheets.

⧽ “Right there! Right there!!” You cried out, your fingers tugging the sheets right off the bed.

⧽ You lost count of how many times you’ve come, cause you kinda forgot after one.

⧽ All you knew was when your eyes opened again, you were inside your bedroom and your lover was looking towards you confused and partially enticed.

⧽ “Were you dreaming of me? You sounded like a naughty little porn star last night~” They teased, making you blink in confusion.

⧽ The audacity of this man to fuck you IN YOUR BED IN YOUR HEAD TO MAKE YOU FEEL THAT DAMN GOOD THAT YOU MOAN OUTSIDE OF YOUR DAMN DREAM?!

⧽ You couldn’t even dare to admit to what happened in your dream? It’s a one-time thing, right?

⧽ Haha, nope. The next day, he came back.

⧽ Again. Again. And Again.

⧽ It’s so bad that your lover starts to envy your own dreams and questions what’s sex like with them and your supposed wild-ass dreams.

⧽ Your little red demon always left you shaking in his arms or on your bed.

⧽ He loved having you cry, pant, whine and simply disrespect your lover who was in the same bed as you two.

⧽ There was one session in which he made you so damn weak, your legs gave up the second you tried to stand up the next day.

⧽ Like all good things, shit hits the fan one day. You come home from work to find your lover with..another inside your bed. As expected, you’re enraged and kick them out.

⧽ You turned your phone off and head out to the club to clear your head with a few girlfriends.

⧽ While twerking your relationship away and drinking your sadness, a hand grabbed your hips and whispered in your ear.

⧽ “I’ve been watching you all fuckin night….think you can do that with me, baby?” He asked. That voice sent chills down your spine.

⧽ With a smirk on your face, you took your little spiky-haired boy towards the door.

⧽ That bed your ex-love disrespected earlier was promptly broken by that damn blonde.

⧽ Whoever said College was fuckin easy was a goddamn lie?

⧽ Whoever lied and said that it was easy, should choke on a dick and die?

⧽ You’re struggling, dragging, brunt out and still trying to function.

⧽ Clubs, Classes, Part-Time Work, and Rent were making you want to blast your damn brains out.

⧽ Mid-Terms were on the horizon and thousands were dropping from their classes already. No one didn’t want to do this shot anymore?

⧽ The true warriors were still fighting and pushing themselves toward the finish line.

⧽ Your eyes were peered into a boom inside an empty library, it was reaching midnight while the exhaustion of your job from earlier that day.

⧽ Your body demanded rest.

⧽ Your stomach was demanding food.

⧽ Hell, Your body was just deflating at this point.

⧽ Your head plopped onto the book, soft snores escaped your mouth while you drifted into deep and much-needed rest.

⧽ Your dreams were always practically darkness. A time when it was simply black because your mind was too damn tired to give your exhausted ass something to dream about.

⧽ However, this time. You wake up inside a hot tub.

⧽ Before you can even question how you’re inside a hot tub and also naked, something pressed against your body.

⧽ The vibration made your body jump and wiggle a bit, who has the infamous magic wand in there, and who’s holding it?

⧽ Your hand reached underneath the water to retrieve it, but another hand lifted your head.

⧽ “Close your eyes and relax…you’re not allowed to touch.” The voice ordered. It was a cold, stern, and simply sexy ass voice.

⧽ Who are you to disobey rules? Especially since you hadn’t had this much sexual pleasure in a while?

⧽ Your breathing hitched, and your toes curled before your body was lifted.

⧽ That’s when you felt the Arctic cold which caused your nipples to stick out.

⧽ That was before he slipped inside WITH EASE. The intense combo of hot and cold was overstimulating your body.

⧽ You were already needy as hell, but shit! You’re sucking..whatever this thing in with each thrust he gave you. Your hips even started moving on their own, rocking back and forth.

⧽ Your eyes opened for a second, looking to see such an odd figure.

⧽ Large red hands hugged and held your body. The left was on your hip and the right was loosely holding your face.

⧽ You couldn’t even focus on what it was…when your body was jolted awake.

⧽ Your eyes opened and you sat back, seeing a worried elderly woman. “Are you okay? You were moaning over here in your sleep…” she asked as she looked at you.

⧽ Your heart dropped to your feet as worry washed over you. SHE HEARD YOU RIDING ON….WHATEVER THAT WAS?! You didn’t even respond to the woman, you pack your items and head to your car.

⧽ You head home, get in your bed, and tried to justify what happened as a lack of sleep and simply being horny for some reason.

⧽ ONLY TO WAKE UP INTO THE DREAM WITH SAID DEMON GOING HARDER THAN HE WAS BEFORE YOU WERE WOKEN UP.

⧽ And that’s how it started.

⧽ You went from studying at the library to forcing yourself to stay home, because your big ass demon didn’t give a fuck. Fall asleep and your ass was his.

⧽ Crash in class, boom. You’re moaning inside the classroom.

⧽ Crash during your break? You sound like a porn star inside the break room with your uncomfortable co-workers.

⧽ Your bed was your safety and practicality a sanctuary. No one could hear how loud you were and what he was using on you.

⧽ Sho, which was the name of said, Incubus. You found out while on a sex swing, handcuffed. You cried out shit, and he corrected you with Sho…before proceeding to make you scream his name.

⧽ He always created a room that included his usual elements, Hot and Cold.

⧽ Little did you know, he was helping you get exactly what you needed to focus.

⧽ He worked his magic on you until after the midterms. Once you turn your test in, could you simply rest without a single issue?

⧽ Poof, he’s gone. Your dreams are simply dead and you’re left pretty upset.

⧽ Things go back to normal, leaving you sad. You walked into the library, holding your books and things while listening to music.

⧽ You walked towards your usual study area, which was reserved for you because no one really deserved it.

⧽ You opened the door and walked inside, only to freeze at the sight of a man with..red and white hair. He looked at you confused while you blinked.

⧽ “Oh! Sorry! I didn’t mean to! I-I can come back!” You stammer, embarrassed, and start to turn around.

⧽ “No, no….Why don’t you come in and join me?..” the voice said, standing up and walking towards you. “Just close your eyes and relax~” he whispered, pulling you close.

⧽ It's funny how dreams can become a reality.

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My Heart's Home (m) | pjm | eighteen

🐴Chapter summary: Jungkook and your sister gets married and you can’t wait to marry the love of your life too.

🐴Chapter title: By My Side

🐴Pairings: jimin x reader (main), jungkook x reader (only happens once in the first chapter), jungkook x OC (jessi), namjoon x OC (jessi), yoongi x hoseok, namjoon x oc, seokjin x oc, taehyung x oc

🐴Characters: female reader (isn’t mentioned by name and no “y/n”), Jimin, Jungkook, Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, Seokjin, Taehyung and four female original characters.

🐴Genre/AU: ranch!au, slice of life!au, soulmate!au, cowboy!au + smut, humor, fluff, romance, slow burn and angst

🐴Rating: mature/explicit/R18 – this is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact!

🐴Disclaimer: I do not own BTS or know them personally and this work of fiction is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. The actions and personalities described in the story do not reflect those of BTS— it’s just fiction. Also, if you would kindly read the tags/warnings before reading, that would be lovely: and if you don’t like whatever is described in the tags, just hit return and find something else to read. Thank you 🌸

🐴Chapter warnings: so much love, so much fluff, so many kisses, it’s wedding season yay, explicit description of sex; oral (female and male receiving), marking/biting (I swear they are not animals lol), dirty/sweet talk, multiple orgasms, spanking, nipple play, rough(er) sex, slight exhibitionism, caught in the act 👀

🐴Status: completed 🥳

🐴Word count: 14.7k

🐴Taglist: @kookswifesblog, @kiki-zb, @babejinnie, @ownthesunshine, @allie-is-a-panda, @glllhjh, @bergandysam, @13-manggaetteok, @jeonsbabygirlsworld, @antisocial-mochi267,

*tumblr isn’t letting me tag you! There could be a lot of reasons for that, check out this lovely post about it.

🐴Now playing 💿 “By My Side” by Rebecca Lavelle. [Wanna listen to the serie’s playlist?]

🐴Author’s note: how are you all doing? We’re almost at the end of the road and I just wanted to say how thankful I am for each and everyone of you guys 😭💖 Especially to all of you that leave me nice, sweet, sad or yelling comments— truly you mean so much to me!! I’m sorry that some of you have dropped off, or stopped commenting, but, ah, it’s okay, even though it makes me wonder if you don’t like it anymore (which is also fine). I get too much into my head, lol. But I just wanted to say that I’m really grateful! Chapter 19 is the last ‘official’ chapter, as chapter 20 is the epilogue (with the Q&A I really hope that you’ll participate in /comment or ask/ otherwise it’s fine, I’ve already got a few questions lined up!). Thank you for joining me on this wild ride 💖 The song that Jimin is playing on the piano is “Love Somebody” by Lukas Graham.

You can send in your questions for the characters or me here → Ask away 💜*

*for people on AO3 you can also participate if you want to, just leave a comment (guest/anon or not), and I’ll reply to that and I’ll add your question in the Epilogue💜

It’s been cross posted to AO3 if you prefer to read there. Wanna see the book cover?

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“Gonna throw my arms around you And hold you tight Gonna throw my arms around you We’re gonna dance all night” - ‘By My Side’ by Rebecca Lavelle

Everything is just going wrong.

The relentless heat pulls down on you like a vengeful sun god, threatening to sap every ounce of strength from your weary body until you collapse, a mere casualty of its unyielding fury.

As the high summer sun reigns supreme once more, you find yourself marveling at the passage of time, unable to comprehend that you’ve already spent two entire years in this place you call home.

Amidst the chaos of the ranch, the sheep have staged a daring escape from their paddock, their wooly forms darting erratically across the landscape. With determination etched on your faces, you, Jimin, Soo-ah, and Ara scramble to corral them, matching their frantic energy step for step, while Yoongi works tirelessly to mend the broken fence.

The urgency of your sister’s impending wedding hangs in the air, but the chaos of the ranch seems determined to steal the spotlight. Despite the pressing need to assist her in her preparations, you find yourself ensnared in the unpredictable drama unfolding outside. With a mixture of amusement and concern, you watch as your sister, clad in her elegant wedding gown, bravely joins the fray, chasing after a wayward sheep. The sight is both comical and endearing, though you can’t help but worry that her gown may carry the brunt of the day’s unexpected escapades, threatening to pollute the perfection of her special day.

“Jessi, get back inside and finish getting ready!” You shout over the clamor of bleating sheep, your voice laced with urgency as you dart between the animals, determined to block their escape routes and guide them back to safety.

She grumbles, her frustration palpable in the sweltering air. “No, everything’s a mess. I can’t in good conscience sit and wait for everyone to fix all of this,” she insists, gesturing emphatically to the banners and decorations hanging around the property, clinging on for dear life as if fighting against the relentless heat themselves.

“The cake hasn’t even arrived yet,” she starts, frustration evident in her voice, “and the food is still nowhere to be seen. The caterers are running late too, of course.”

With sheer determination, she seizes a sheep and drags it through the chaos of the yard, guiding it back into the pen with a triumphant grunt.

“Some of our friends are stuck in sudden traffic, on roads that are normally as deserted as ghost towns,” she hisses through clenched teeth while securing the gate, “it’s like everything is spiraling into a fucking disaster!”

“Look, I understand, but it would be a huge help if you could just head back inside, get ready, and make sure nothing happens to that dress,” you plead with your sister, feeling the weight of the chaotic situation. Behind you, Jimin appears, a silent but supportive presence.

“We’ll handle the sheep,” he reassures your sister with a warm smile, gently nudging her towards the house, but she remains adamant, refusing to heed reason.

“No,” she insists, determination blazing in her eyes as she rushes to corral another sheep, “We sort out these sheep first, then I’ll finish getting ready.”

You watch her dart around in slippers, makeup half-done, and hair neatly pinned, a whirlwind of determination amidst the chaos. It’s a surreal scene, part comedy, part calamity, and wholly ridiculous, you can’t help but think to yourself.

Jimin rolls his eyes in amused exasperation, and you both stand there, transfixed, watching your stubborn sister darting about like a whirlwind. It’s a spectacle of determination amidst the chaos, and you can’t help but be amazed by her tenacity.

“Should we do something to stop her, before she ruins her dress?” Jimin whispers, his concern evident in the furrow of his brows and the earnestness in his voice, as you both contemplate whether to intervene or let her stubborn determination play out.

“I don’t think we can do anything and I doubt either Jungkook or Jessi are too concerned about the dress at this point,” you chuckle, reminiscing about your sister's quip during her dress fittings, when she joked about Jungkook’s eagerness to tear it off. “But hey, at least it’ll make for a memorable story,” you add with a grin, watching as Jessi continues her frantic chase around the yard.

“Come on, let’s lend a hand and wrangle these wooly escape artists,” you suggest, a hint of determination in your voice. “We’re cutting it close to the ceremony, and I’d rather not be chasing sheep in a fancy dress any longer than necessary.” With a quick glance at Jimin, you dash off in pursuit of a particularly elusive sheep, the hem of your purple satin dress swishing around your ankles as you go.

With Jimin and Soo-ah at your heels, you plunge into the chaos of scampering sheep. Together, you dart and dive amidst the wooly fugitives, your hearts pounding in sync with the rhythm of the chase. With practiced precision, you snatch up stray sheep, your movements a blur of determination and adrenaline. Each successful capture is a victory, a step closer to restoring order to the ranch and salvaging the wedding day.

As you catch your breath, you scan the scene before you, noting your sister’s approach. Her once pristine dress is now adorned with streaks of dirt, a testament to her relentless pursuit of wayward sheep. Despite the disarray, her determined stride speaks volumes—this is a woman on a mission, unwilling to let even the chaos of runaway livestock derail her wedding day.

“You look like you’ve been wrestling with the sheep,” you tease, gesturing to the dirt stains on her dress, but she just shrugs it off with a determined grin.

“Are we done with the sheep now?” She asks, a wide grin on her face, a stark contrast to the chaos around you.

“I believe so,” you breathe out, your legs trembling slightly. You can’t help but note how out of shape you are.

“Alright. I’ll head back in and let Ha-rin work her magic on me,” she smiles at you before disappearing into the house.

Soo-ah and Ara comes bounding after her, declaring, “We need to get ready too!”

Both you and Jimin share a laugh at her eagerness, your hands finding each other naturally amidst the chaos.

“You look absolutely dashing in that suit,” you murmur, your fingers gently tracing the lines of his collar before drawing him closer for a tender kiss.

As you catch your breath, Jimin’s hand finds its place on your hips, a gentle reassurance amidst the chaos. “You look absolutely stunning in that satin dress,” he murmurs, his eyes alight with admiration as he drinks in your beauty.

His gaze intensifies, tracing the contours of your form with an unspoken hunger. In a moment of raw desire, he leans in for another kiss, his lips seeking the warmth of yours with a passion that ignites the air around you.

“Ahem,” as Yoongi clears his throat behind you, his interruption breaks the intimate moment with Jimin, drawing your attention away from his embrace. With a blush rising to your cheeks, you pivot to meet Yoongi’s gaze, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement at being caught in such a tender exchange.

Yoongi’s furrowed brow accentuates his concern as he addresses the emerging problem, “I’ve finished fixing the fence, but should we let Jessi know about the horses breaking out?”

Your sudden pivot towards Yoongi, eyes wide with concern, mirrors the rush of hopelessness engulfing you. “Shit, they have?” You blurt out, your voice tinged with urgency.

Jimin’s expression mirrors your own mix of surprise and weariness. “Definitely don’t tell her that,” he agrees, his voice tinged with a hint of dread.

With a frustrated grumble, you snatch the hair elastic from your locks, securing the hem of your dress around the thickest parts of your thighs. Thankfully, you’re in boots, not the heels meant for the wedding. “We have to round them up too,” you sigh, starting towards the stables and the adjacent paddock.

As you, your boyfriend, and Yoongi approach the paddock, it becomes evident that the fences remain intact; rather, it seems someone neglected to secure the gate.

You release a frustrated sigh. “Such a silly mistake. It’s probably one of the city guests,” you grumble, eyeing the horses as they gallop around the yard in front of the stables.

“At least they’re just out here,” Yoongi says, his voice tinged with a touch of defeat, “so we don’t have to saddle up a horse to get them.”

“Let’s get to work then,” Jimin says, his determination cutting through the weariness as he strides towards Marshmallow, while you head over to Mikrokosmos. Yoongi takes charge of Cinnamon and the other horses, a sense of urgency in his movements.

The three of you work in unison, coaxing and guiding the remaining horses back into their stalls. With each successful capture, you can’t help but feel the weight of the day pressing down on you. If it were your wedding day, you’d likely be a wreck with all these mishaps, but your sister’s calm demeanor is a stark contrast. She’s handling it with remarkable ease, almost too casual given the circumstances.

“Alright, now that we’ve sorted out the horse situation, let’s head down to the terrace and ensure everything’s set up perfectly before we check on Jessi,” Jimin suggests, a warm smile gracing his lips as he takes your hand, leading the way to the terrace.

As Yoongi trails closely behind, you descend to the terrace, greeted by a scene far from the envisioned perfection. String lights hang precariously, as if ready to tumble, the floral archway stands incomplete, and the chairs remain stacked, untouched.

“Who the fuck thought this half-assed setup was acceptable?” You exclaim, gesturing to the haphazard scene that falls far short of wedding readiness.

“We better get it sorted, and quick,” Yoongi declares, already diving into action to rectify the situation. He swiftly begins readjusting the string lights, wrapping them securely around the wooden poles on the terrace.

You stride purposefully towards the archway, the symbolic heart of your sister’s impending union with Jungkook. Your hands reach for the scattered roses, their rich red hue a testament to passion and enduring love. Though not Jessi’s favorite, she chose them for their timeless significance in romance. With meticulous care, you intertwine the roses through the wire of the archway, each blooming a promise of the love that will be declared beneath its embrace.

As you weave the roses through the archway, your thoughts drift to the upcoming wedding ceremony. It’s endearing that Jessi and Jungkook chose this picturesque terrace for their special day. With a wistful smile, you envision your own future nuptials with Jimin, the love of your life. Your gaze falls to your hand, where the glimmering purple gemstone of your ring catches the sunlight, casting a kaleidoscope of colors. You wonder, will your wedding day unfold flawlessly, bathed in perfection, or will it, like today, be a delicate balance of chaos and charm?

Jimin meticulously arranges the chairs in front of the archway, and you find yourself stealing glances at him, unable to resist the magnetic pull of his presence. The mere thought of marrying him sends a flurry of butterflies dancing in your stomach, anticipation and love intertwining in a beautiful symphony.

As Yoongi finishes with the string lights, he joins you at the archway, carefully weaving more lights into its frame. The vision of the terrace illuminated in the soft glow of the lights fills your mind with anticipation, imagining how enchanting it will look as night falls.

“Should I add some light to the piano too?” Yoongi’s voice breaks through the bustling scene, his eyes flickering between you and Jimin. Jimin responds with a nod, a smile gracing his lips, affirming the idea with silent approval.

“That’s a brilliant idea,” you remark, a glint of excitement dancing in your eyes. You adore the thought of Jimin serenading the wedding guests with his piano. His decision to bring it here fills you with anticipation, especially knowing he’ll grace the event with his melodious voice. Each note he plays and every lyric he sings has a magical way of captivating your soul, tugging at the strings of your heart with its angelic resonance.

Just the thought is already setting your heart aflutter, anticipating the magic it will bring to the celebration.

As the thorn pricks your finger, a sharp curse escapes your lips, its sting piercing through the bustling preparations. Glancing down, you find a tiny droplet of blood welling up at the tip of your thumb. Grimacing at the inconvenience, you apply pressure to staunch the flow, though it continues to seep through. Jimin’s concerned voice breaks through the chaos, drawing his attention to your injury. “Did you cut yourself?” He inquires, his eyes scanning your hand with worry.

“Yeah, these damn roses,” frustration drips from your words as you lament the troublesome roses, a hint of exasperation coloring your tone. Jimin’s gentle touch on your hand soothes the irritation, his concern palpable as he inspects the injury. With a relieved sigh, you notice the bleeding has ceased, a silent testament to his comforting presence. “I don’t think I want roses at our wedding,” you quip, a wry smile tugging at your lips amidst the chaos.

“I want anything you want,” he murmurs, his voice a soft reassurance amidst the chaos, “if you don’t want roses, we’ll find some other flowers.” His words carry a promise, a vow to prioritize your desires above all else, igniting a warmth in your heart that transcends the fleeting mishaps of the day.

You smile at your fiancé, a surge of affection welling up within you, and you lean in to seal the moment with a tender kiss, a silent promise of love and unity amidst the whirlwind of preparations.

“Looks like everything’s finally falling into place,” Yoongi remarks with a satisfied grin, stepping back to admire the twinkling string lights, casting a warm glow over the terrace.

You all pause to soak in the scene before you; the chairs adorned with soft white fabric, carefully tied with dashes of vibrant red, adding a touch of elegance. The archway bursts with the crimson hue of roses, their lush green leaves accentuating their beauty. Everywhere, string lights dance in the gentle breeze, casting a warm glow, even delicately draped around the microphone stationed before the piano, completing the enchanting ambiance.

“I think we’re done too. Great work, everyone!” You beam with pride, clapping for Yoongi and Jimin, feeling a sense of accomplishment wash over you. With the decorations sorted, your attention shifts to the remaining tasks: ensuring the food, cake, and guests are all in order, and most importantly, attending to your sister’s needs on her special day.

“Could one of you give Jungkook a quick check-in? I’ll go see how Jessi’s doing,” you suggest, a warm smile gracing your lips as you loosen the hair tie around your dress, allowing it to cascade back into its original position.

“Alright, I’ll catch up with my brother,” Jimin volunteers, planting a tender kiss on your lips before you make your way into the house.

As you step into your sister’s room, Ha-rin is meticulously tending to her, perfecting both her hair and makeup. The sight that meets your eyes takes your breath away: your sister’s hair is elegantly styled, cascading in a charming bob adorned with delicate flowers, while her makeup adds a subtle glow, accentuating her natural beauty with finesse.

“You look absolutely stunning,” you whisper, your voice quivering with emotion. You fight back tears, determined not to smudge your own makeup. Save it for later, you remind yourself, knowing there will be countless moments ahead to let your emotions flow.

“Thank you,” she replies with a smile, but there's a hint of unease in her eyes, a flicker of something unspoken.

“What’s wrong?” You inquire, a mix of curiosity and concern lacing your words.

“Well,” she begins, her voice tinged with disappointment, “the caterer called. They can’t make it. There’s some kind of accident on the road, making it impossible for them to get here.” Your eyes widen, and your heart sinks to the floor at the news.

“Which also means that some of the guests are stuck in said traffic,” she adds, her voice deflated, mirroring your own sinking feeling.

“Oh no,” you murmur, sinking onto the edge of her bed, the weight of the unexpected news heavy on your shoulders.

“I can whip up some quick food for everybody,” Ha-rin offers, her nimble fingers deftly placing more flower pins in your sister’s hair, her voice a beacon of hope amidst the uncertainty.

“Really?” Jessi’s eyes widen with a mix of surprise and gratitude. “If it’s not too much trouble for you, you are also a guest, you know. You’re not supposed to be working.”

“Yes, it’s fine. You know I love to cook, and I’ll call Seokjin and ask if he can come now and help,” she says, her smile radiating reassurance, a beacon of calm amid the chaos.

“What about the guests that can’t get here in time?” you inquire, a small smile playing on your lips, though worry lingers beneath the surface.

“That’s just too bad for them. We are sticking to the schedule. I think the most important people are here anyway,” she declares with a soft smile gracing her lips. You catch the glint in her eyes, brimming with excitement as she eagerly anticipates marrying the love of her life.

“Eh, what about the cake?” You interject, a sudden realization dawning on you as you recall the neglected task.

“It’s on its way, but also stuck in traffic,” your sister replies with a smile, her words laced with optimism. “It’s okay. Today will still be the best day of my life, even if some things are missing. Those little hiccups won’t dim the magic of this moment.”

You smile, grateful for her resilient outlook on things.

Ha-rin’s already on the phone with Seokjin, and he’s assured them he and Namjoon are on their way, ready to lend a hand in the kitchen. Ha-rin’s already bustling downstairs, preparing to whip up something quick.

Feeling the tension lift, you place a reassuring hand on your sister’s shoulder as she sits before her vanity. Meeting her gaze in the mirror, you ask, “Are you ready?”

Her reflection grins back, “Yeah, I’m ready.”

“I wish mom was here, or my dad,” her words carry a weight of longing as she smiles, a melancholy veil over her features. You nod in silent understanding. The absence of loved ones, especially on such a significant day, leaves an unmistakable void. It’s a sentiment you’ve grappled with too, ever since Jimin proposed. The thought lingers – the absence of your father to walk you down the aisle. Yet, in that moment, you realize something profound: tradition holds less significance when you’re confident in your own capability, as is your sister.

“I’ll head downstairs to check on the guests, alright? It’s nearly time. But don’t worry, I’ll be back to escort you when the moment arrives,” you assure her with a warm smile, offering a comforting squeeze of her hand before swiftly exiting the room.

You rush downstairs, finding Ha-rin already engrossed in her culinary wizardry. Then, darting outside to the terrace, you scan the arrivals. Among them are your dearest friends, recognizable instantly amidst the gathering crowd. Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, Taehyung, Soo-ah, Ara, your fiancé, and Seokjin hustle past you, bound for the kitchen. Each one exudes a magnetic charm, their presence lending an air of elegance and anticipation to the gathering.

You make your way to Jimin, curiosity piqued. “Where’s your brother?”

Jimin lets out a nervous chuckle, his hand reaching up to scratch his head. “He’s running a bit late. His truck had a flat tire.”

You groan in exasperation, a blend of frustration and humor evident in your voice. “Oh my god. Nothing is going the way that it’s supposed to today, is it?”

“He’ll be here soon, everything will be fine,” he reassures you, his touch warm and reassuring as he gently lifts your hand for a quick, comforting kiss.

As you scan the gathering, more familiar faces start to trickle in — friends and family you rarely get the chance to see. With a warm smile, you greet each one, exchanging brief but heartfelt words, all the while hoping fervently that the ceremony will indeed begin soon.

As you usher people to their seats in front of the archway, a distant rumble draws your attention. Your heart skips a beat, hoping it’s Jungkook arriving at last. But as the vehicle draws nearer, relief washes over you; it’s the officiator, whom you had completely forgotten about until now. Despite the oversight, you’re grateful for his timely arrival.

The officiator hurries out of his car, a hint of urgency in his steps as he apologizes for being late. You offer a reassuring smile, assuring him that it’s alright, and in fact, the groom has yet to arrive, so his timing couldn’t be better.

With a surge of anxious energy, you fish out your phone from your purse and glance at the time. Jungkook should have arrived by now, and the knot of worry tightens in your stomach. The anticipation builds, your nerves tingling as if it were your own wedding day unraveling before you.

The distant growl of a dirt bike engine reaches your ears, and instinctively, you know it’s Jungkook. The rhythmic scrape of tires against earth crescendos as he maneuvers closer, the anticipation heightening with each passing moment. Finally, he parks beside the terrace, his arrival marking a crucial piece falling into place in the intricate mosaic of the day’s events.

As he removes his helmet, his ebony locks cascade in disarray, adding an untamed allure to his rugged appearance. Clad in a sleek black tux, he exudes an effortless charm that catches your eye. With a casual sweep of his hand through his tousled hair, he strides toward you, a grin illuminating his features like a beacon of warmth amidst the day’s chaos.

With a sheepish grin, Jungkook offers his apologies for his tardiness, his words tumbling out in a rush of explanation. “I’m so sorry for being late. I couldn’t find a spare tire for the truck, so I took the bike. How’s everything going?”

You fill Jungkook in on the current chaos with a reassuring smile, noting the absence of food and cake but the improvised efforts of Ha-rin and Seokjin. As you steady him with a grip on his arm, you notice his restless energy. “Well, most people have arrived, the food and cake is missing, but Ha-rin and Seokjin are whipping something up instead, and Jessi is waiting upstairs for her cue,” you say, your tone calm amidst the flurry. “Are you nervous?”

Jungkook beams back, his excitement palpable. “No, I’m just excited,” he replies, his grin infectious, spreading warmth through his words.

“Great, if you head over to the archway, I’ll go fetch Jessi,” you say, your smile encouraging as you give his hand a reassuring squeeze before heading off to find your sister.

You rush back upstairs to your sister’s bedroom and discover her in tears, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. Concern floods through you as you hasten to her side, enfolding her in a protective embrace. “What’s happened?” You inquire urgently, your voice laced with worry.

Your sister’s current state is unusual, adding to your concern. It’s rare to see her like this, and that’s what’s truly troubling you.

Her breaths come in ragged gasps, as if each one is a battle. “The nerves are getting to me,” she manages between uneven breaths.

You come to a poignant realization in that moment—beneath her resilient exterior lies vulnerability, just like anyone else. Wrapping your arms around her, you offer solace, acknowledging her humanity. “It’s all gonna be okay. Kook’s here, looking so damn handsome,” you assure her, hoping to ease her nerves.

Your reassuring touch rests gently on her shoulders as you offer comforting words. “Despite the chaos earlier, everything’s set. The only thing missing downstairs is you,” you assure her, conveying both readiness and anticipation for the momentous occasion awaiting her.

With a soft sniffle, she delicately dabs at her tears, ensuring her makeup remains flawless, a determined effort not to let her emotions overshadow her beauty.

“I’m ready, let's go,” she declares, her voice steadying with determination, a final sniffle betraying her resolve as she stands up, ready to face the moment head-on.

Despite the smudges of dirt along the hem of her dress, she radiates an undeniable beauty, the gown hugging her form like it was made for her alone.

As her fingers intertwine with yours, a silent bond of sisterly solidarity forms. Descending the staircase together, you halt at the threshold of the terrace, stealing a fleeting moment to convey your unwavering support. “Remember, I love you, and everything will fall into place. It’s your time now. Go out there and claim your happiness.”

With a radiant smile in return, she embraces the moment, and you dash outside to join the assembly, making your way to the archway where Jungkook, Jimin, and the officiator stand. As you position yourself as your sister’s bridesmaid, a swell of emotion overtakes you at the sight of the gathered guests. Tears well in your eyes, understanding the depth of this moment for your sister, realizing the profound emotions that accompany such a significant occasion.

As the doors swing open, all heads turn in unison, anticipation palpable in the air. Your sister emerges, a mix of nerves and joy evident in her demeanor. Yet, as her gaze meets Jungkook’s beaming expression, a radiant smile blooms across her face, erasing any lingering apprehension and filling the space with an undeniable warmth.

She steps forward to join Jungkook, their eyes locking in a tender exchange that speaks volumes of their profound affection. Despite the nerves dancing in their gazes, their smiles radiate pure happiness, a testament to the depth of their bond. Witnessing their intertwined emotions, a blend of excitement and anticipation, fills you with a rush of affectionate fondness for the pair before you.

The officiant’s voice resonates, carrying the weight of solemnity and celebration, as he addresses the gathered assembly. “Welcome, cherished family, beloved friends, and dear ones,” he begins, his words weaving a tapestry of unity and affection. “Today, amidst this gathering of love, we commemorate the union of Jungkook and Jessi. In this moment, we stand witness to their profound commitment and rejoice in the boundless love that binds their hearts together, forging a path illuminated by devotion and shared dreams.”

As the officiant continues, his words become an intimate embrace of the couple’s journey, weaving anecdotes of triumphs and trials into a tapestry of enduring love. Each word seems to resonate with the experiences of Jungkook and Jessi, casting a warm glow of recognition and affirmation upon their union. You find yourself smiling, touched by the authenticity and depth of his words, which echo the resilience and commitment that define their relationship.

A wave of emotion washes over you, tightening your throat with a profound sense of affection. Glancing at your fiancé, you find him equally moved, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears yet radiant with a tender smile. His gaze flits between Jungkook, Jessi, and you, each glance brimming with pride and adoration for the bond being celebrated before you.

A hush falls over the gathered guests, anticipation crackling in the air like static electricity, as they collectively grasp the significance of the moment unfolding before them: the exchange of vows.

With a gentle smile gracing his lips, the officiant beckons Jungkook and Jessi to take each other’s hands and stand face to face. “Now,” he says softly, “Jungkook and Jessi, it's time to share the promises you’ve crafted for each other. Let your hearts speak.”

Jungkook inhales deeply, gathering his emotions before he begins. “I, Jungkook, take you, Jessi, just as you are,” he starts, his voice steady and filled with conviction. “From this day forward, I vow to cherish you, to love you with all my heart. You’ve been my friend since the day I moved next door, and through it all, you’ve been there for me, calling me out on my bullshit and lifting me up when I stumbled. Your kindness and love have shaped me in ways I can’t even begin to express. I promise to make every day with you an adventure, to fill our lives with joy and laughter, and to remain faithful to you as we grow old together. I can’t wait to share all my hopes and dreams with you. This, I solemnly pledge to you.”

Tears blur your vision, and you blink rapidly, trying to regain your composure. A glance at Jimin confirms that you’re not alone in your emotional response; his eyes glisten with unshed tears. Around you, guests grapple with their own emotions, alternating between soft sniffles and heartfelt chuckles.

Jimin, by Jungkook’s side, produces the ring, its glimmering presence a testament to their shared journey. You witness Jessi’s trembling anticipation, her eyes shining with love as Jungkook presents her with the ring, a symbol of their commitment. As the ring slips onto her finger, Jessi’s smile breaks through her tears, her emotions overflowing in a silent testament to their love.

Amidst laughter and tears, Jessi’s voice breaks through in a heartfelt chuckle, echoing the sentiment of everyone present. “How can I follow that?” She manages to say, her words laced with emotion, yet filled with joy.

With a determined resolve, Jessi straightens her posture, her gaze locked onto Jungkook’s, as if he’s the sole focus in the crowd. “I, Jessi, take you, Jungkook, as you are,” she begins, her voice unwavering, “and I promise from this day forward to love you with all my heart, to cherish you forever, even when you're being an idiot.” A ripple of laughter passes through the guests, but Jessi continues undeterred. “When I first met you, I knew we would become the bestest of friends,” she recounts warmly, “and though we have both been blind to our love for each other, we’ve always been there since day one. Our love is a slow one, and I can’t wait to watch it build even stronger over time. I promise to always be there for you, like I always have, and to spend eternity with you.”

Your vision blurs with tears again, rendering everything a watery haze. Yet, through the mist, you witness Jessi slipping the ring onto Jungkook’s finger with a tenderness that speaks volumes. They share a fleeting glance, a silent exchange of vows in their eyes, before the officiant’s voice pierces through the moment once more.

“With your declarations of love echoing through the hearts of all gathered here today, surrounded by the embrace of loved ones, I now, with the authority bestowed upon me, declare you husband and wife. You may seal your union with a kiss,” the officiant proclaims, his words resonating with warmth and joy as he steps back, leaving the newlyweds bathed in the glow of love’s triumph.

As Jungkook and Jessi’s lips meet in a tender embrace, a wave of exuberance sweeps through the crowd, erupting in cheers, applause, and jubilant shouts. Their kiss ignites a symphony of celebration, laughter mingling with the joyous cacophony. With twinkling eyes and contagious smiles, they break apart briefly, their hands raised in a playful display before succumbing once more to the intoxicating magic of their love, sealing their union with another tender kiss.

They gracefully traverse the grassy aisle, and each step resonates with the harmony of their newfound bond. With every footfall, the air is charged with a palpable sense of unity and joy. You intertwine your fingers with Jimin’s, the warmth of his hand a comforting reassurance amidst the whirlwind of emotions. Together, you and the jubilant assembly trail behind the newlyweds, a vibrant procession of love and celebration, each heartbeat echoing the symphony of affection that fills the air.

In a cascade of affection, you envelop both your sister and Jungkook in a tight embrace, the culmination of their love story tangible in this moment of love. Around you, friends and family converge, their outstretched arms forming a tapestry of heartfelt congratulations, woven with laughter, tears, and boundless joy.

Music fills the air, and Ha-rin and Seokjin’s culinary creations adorn the tables, tempting guests to indulge in a symphony of flavors. Conversations hum with warmth and laughter, a mosaic of shared stories and heartfelt connections, as you and Jimin navigate the lively gathering hand in hand, savoring each moment together amidst the festive atmosphere.

The day wanes into twilight, as the sun’s golden embrace yields to the subtle allure of dusk, the terrace transforms beneath the twinkling glow of the string lights. Their radiant beams cast a spell, painting the scene with an ethereal glow that could rival the most picturesque of rom-com settings. It’s as if the very essence of cinematic romance has descended upon this moment, wrapping you in its embrace and etching this day into the annals of timeless love stories.

As the delectable flavors crafted by Ha-rin and Seokjin dance on your taste buds, satiating your hunger, Jimin gracefully makes his way to the piano, his fingers poised to weave magic into the air. Eagerly, you join him, settling onto the bench beside him, anticipation coursing through your veins like an electric current, ready to be swept away by the enchanting melody he’s about to conjure.

As the final strains of music dissolve into the air, Jimin’s fingers hover over the piano keys, poised like a painter about to create a masterpiece. With the gentle caress of his touch, the first note emerges, followed by the sweet cadence of his voice, weaving a spell that ensnares your soul. Mesmerized, you surrender to the enchantment of his performance, each note a whisper of passion, each melody a testament to his mastery. His presence is magnetic, drawing you into a realm where time stands still and only the harmonies of love prevail.

He serenades with a Lukas Graham melody, and Jimin’s voice transcends mere sound, becoming an ethereal cascade of emotion. “When you say, you love the way I make you feel, everything becomes so real,” his words weave a tapestry of raw vulnerability, each syllable a tender embrace. “Don’t be scared, no, don’t be scared, cause you’re all I need,” he implores, his voice carrying the weight of a thousand promises. In that moment, surrounded by the twilight glow and the soft murmur of the evening, his melody becomes an anthem of love, resonating deep within your heart.

You glance around, the scene unfolds like a painting of affectionate vignettes; couples swaying cheek to cheek in perfect synchrony, their souls intertwined in the dance of love. Among them, your sister and Jungkook move with a grace that transcends mere steps, their hearts beating as one, their eyes locked in a silent promise of forever. In the soft glow of the string lights, their love is a radiant beacon, illuminating the night with its undeniable warmth and beauty.

Jimin’s fingers glide with effortless grace over the piano keys, and you find yourself swaying gently to the rhythm of the song next to him, enveloped in a cocoon of love. His voice, like a velvet caress, fills the air with each heartfelt lyric, each note resonating deep within your soul. “All my life,” he sings, his voice carrying the weight of every emotion, “I thought it’d be hard to find the one, ‘till I found you, and I find it bittersweet, ‘cause you gave me something to lose.” In that moment, surrounded by the soft glow of the string lights and the warmth of your loved ones, you realize that this is exactly where you belong—lost in the melody of love, with Jimin by your side.

As those words echo through the melody, they strike a chord deep within you, resonating with the profound love you hold for Jimin. Each syllable encapsulates the essence of your bond, stirring emotions you never knew existed. Tears brim in your eyes, a testament to the overwhelming beauty of the moment, as your heart dances to the rhythm of the keys, synchronizing with the song of your soulmate’s love.

“But when you love someone, you open up your heart. When you love someone, you make room. If you love someone, and you’re not afraid to lose ‘em,” Jimin’s voice caresses each note, weaving a tapestry of emotions, and you find yourself spellbound by his heartfelt rendition. His words resonate deep within your soul, stirring a kaleidoscope of feelings. You can’t help but wonder if he’s serenading you, but in this moment, it doesn’t matter. The beauty of his melody transcends any specific recipient, filling the air with pure, unadulterated love. Your heart swells with an indescribable joy, as if each note is a love letter written just for you.

As the final notes of the song fade into the night, Jimin’s eyes find yours, ablaze with an intensity that leaves you breathless. Without a word, he closes the distance between you, his touch gentle yet electrifying as his lips meet yours in a passionate embrace. In that fleeting moment, it’s as if time itself stands still, the world around you fading into insignificance as you’re enveloped in the warmth of his love. It’s a collision of souls, a cosmic dance orchestrated just for the two of you. As you part, his forehead presses against yours, his eyes searching yours with an unwavering devotion. “I love you,” he whispers, each word a promise etched into the fabric of the universe.

Tears glisten in your eyes as you tenderly place your hands over his, cradling them against your cheeks. “I love you too,” you murmur, the words carrying the weight of a lifetime of shared dreams and unspoken promises.

The music surges to life once more, transforming into an upbeat melody that ignites the crowd with infectious energy, prompting everyone to leap and sway with unbridled joy.

As you sit beside Jimin, enveloped in the vibrant atmosphere, you find solace in the simple act of watching people twirl and sway to the music. With his hand clasped in yours, you observe the dance floor come to life: Soo-ah and Namjoon’s laughter fills the air as they spin in rhythm, while Ara and Taehyung move with effortless grace, lost in the moment.

You glance across the dance floor, and you catch sight of Yoongi and Hoseok swaying in perfect harmony, their laughter echoing amidst the music. Their closeness and whispered words spark a curiosity that draws your attention, and as they slip away toward the stables, a spontaneous laugh escapes your lips.

You lean into Jimin’s embrace, a soft smile gracing your lips as you observe your sister and Jungkook engaged in their playful dance-off. Their competitive spirits shine through as they showcase their moves, each trying to outdo the other in a lighthearted battle for dance floor supremacy. Their energy is infectious, eliciting an affectionate eye roll from you as you revel in the joyous atmosphere of the moment alongside Jimin.

Just as you turn away, a tender moment catches your eye: Ha-rin leans in to kiss Seokjin, their affectionate gesture weaving seamlessly into the vibrant tapestry of the celebration. A warm smile plays on your lips, touched by the sight of their love blossoming amidst the festivities.

You turn towards Jimin, drawn by the magnetic pull of his presence, and nestle into his side, seeking solace in the comfort of his embrace. Your fingers intertwine naturally, a silent affirmation of your connection, as you both linger in the tranquil embrace of your love.

As you bask in the serene moment with Jimin, a voice pierces through the tranquility from behind, jolting you back to the present. “I’m so sorry I’m late, but I’m here with the cake!”

You pivot around to behold a lady cradling the cake in her arms, an emblem of sweet relief amidst the festivities. You hasten to her side, extending a hand to aid her with the burden. “It’s fine. It’s the perfect time,” you reassure her, your words resonating with a sense of gratitude and eagerness.

You delicately position the cake on the table, its presence a timely marvel as the moment for cake-cutting approaches. Its arrival couldn’t have been more opportune, aligning seamlessly with the proceedings.

Jungkook and your sister approach the cake, their smiles radiant like two love-struck souls lost in their own world. With synchronized movements, they cut into the cake, their laughter filling the air as they distribute slices to each guest, their joy contagious and palpable.

The cake is a divine delight, each bite a symphony of flavors dancing on your taste buds. As you indulge in its sweetness, laughter and chatter fill the air, accompanied by clinks of glasses as you toast to love and happiness.

As you sway in Jimin’s arms, the music enveloping you in its rhythm, you catch a glimpse of Yoongi and Hoseok returning to the dance floor. There’s a playful glint in Yoongi’s eyes that you recognize all too well, and it’s contagious. You exchange knowing smiles, a silent acknowledgment of mischief, before returning to the dance with renewed energy.

As the night wanes and the stars twinkle above, casting their celestial glow, you find yourselves reluctant to bid farewell to the festivities. However, the time has come for your sister and Jungkook to embark on their honeymoon adventure.

“Where’s the grand destination?” You inquire, your curiosity piqued by the air of mystery surrounding your sister and Jungkook’s travel plans. Her recent penchant for secrecy has only added to your intrigue, leaving you eager for her revelation.

“I’ll tell you once we’re back from our adventure in two weeks,” she teases, a playful glint in her eye as she envelops you in a warm embrace, leaving you hanging in suspense yet again.

You join the embrace, enveloping Jungkook in a heartfelt hug, your words tinged with genuine warmth as you wish them an unforgettable honeymoon filled with love and laughter.

Returning home without your sister feels unsettling. The once lively corridors now echo with emptiness, leaving you with an unexpected sense of loneliness that you struggle to shake off. It’s a feeling you find discomforting, one that drives you back to Jimin’s comforting embrace. His home has evolved into your sanctuary, a place where warmth and familiarity envelop you like a cozy blanket— a home. In quiet conversations with Jimin, you’ve explored the idea of making a home together after marriage, and the anticipation thrills you to your core. The thought of sharing your life with him under one roof fills you with an eager longing that grows with each passing day.

You’ve made a pact to hold off until your sister and Jungkook return from their honeymoon, a decision born out of respect for their special time together. It’s a waiting game, albeit a challenging one, as each day stretches out like a tantalizing promise of what’s to come. In the meantime, you find solace in the anticipation, savoring the moments spent with Jimin while eagerly counting down the days until you can officially start your life together.

In the tranquil embrace of his ranch, each morning unfolds like a cherished ritual shared with your beloved fiancé. As the sun paints the horizon with hues of amber and gold, you find yourself enveloped in his arms, where every embrace whispers promises of forever. Here, amidst the rustle of the breeze and the gentle melody of nature, you discover a sense of belonging that transcends mere walls and roofs— it’s a sanctuary where your heart finds its true home.

As the day unfolds, you immerse yourself in the untamed beauty of the ranch, working alongside Yoongi and Hoseok to master the art of taming wild horses. Amidst the spirited dance between human and horse, Taehyung often joins, his curiosity piqued by the mesmerizing spectacle before him.

Amidst the flurry of ranch chores and horse training sessions, you’ve carved out precious moments to steal away with Jimin. Today, you’re escaping into the embrace of nature together, saddling up for a romantic horseback ride—a date brimming with the promise of adventure and love.

You and Jimin emerge from the stables, the weight of the world left behind as you venture into the boundless expanse of the countryside. Direction matters little when you’re with Jimin, your heart’s compass guiding you both through fields of golden grass and beneath a sky ablaze with the hues of twilight.

You soar over the rolling hills, weaving through dense forests, embraced by the remaining warmth of the sun and the playful caress of the wind through your hair. In this exhilarating moment, your heart sings with joy, knowing that you share this breathtaking experience with Jimin by your side, his laughter mingling with the melody of nature.

“Should we take a break?” You propose, feeling the thrill of the ride tingling in your veins after half an hour of journeying. The landscape around you is alive with the pulse of nature, a vibrant painting stretching as far as the eye can see. Though the ranch isn’t too distant, the distance you’ve covered has infused the air with an electrifying sense of adventure.

You both dismount your horses, the soft rustle of grass underfoot as you settle on the grassy ground. Nearby, your horses graze contentedly, a peaceful symphony of munching filling the air as you recline beside each other, basking in the tranquil moment together.

Jimin settles in behind you, enveloping you in his protective embrace, his warmth seeping into your skin. With a tender gesture, he rests his head on your shoulder, his breath soft against your neck as he whispers, “What’s on your mind?”

You lean into his touch, finding solace in the rhythmic pulse of his heartbeat against your back, a steady reassurance in the chaos of your thoughts. “Lately, I’ve been grappling with something,” you admit, the weight of your words heavy on your tongue. But this sentiment has lingered for a while, and you’ve mulled it over countless times. “I don’t feel like home feels like home anymore. I really want to move in with you because your space, your presence, it feels like home— where I belong, you know?”

Jimin nods in understanding, his warm breath tickling your skin as he speaks. “Yeah, I remember you mentioning that, love.”

“Do you think Jungkook will move in with Jessi then? Not that I don’t want to live here with your brothers,” you rush to add, ensuring you don’t overstep. You love his brothers, and you don’t really want them to leave either. But you also know your sister and Jungkook. It would be hell to live in the same house as them. You can still vividly recall that week at your place where you didn’t get any sleep because of all the sounds they were making.

Jimin chuckles softly, his warm breath tickling your ear, “I don’t know actually. But I think we can talk to them when they get back. We’re all grown people, I think they would understand that we want to live together, and I think they want that for themselves too. We just have to figure out the logistics.” His voice is reassuring, carrying a hint of excitement for the future.

You laugh softly, the sound blending with the rustle of the breeze, realizing the truth in his words. With a playful nudge, you lean further into his comforting embrace, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek, a silent promise of solidarity and affection.

“I love you more than words can express, Jimin,” you whisper, your voice barely audible over the soft rustle of the leaves. As his warm breath caresses your neck, you feel a surge of emotion, a wave of affection that envelops you like a gentle breeze, leaving you breathless and longing for more.

“I love you too,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your neck in a tender kiss that sends a shiver down your spine. In that moment, you feel as if the world around you fades away, leaving only the warmth of his embrace and the flutter of butterflies in your stomach, reminding you of the depth of your affection for him.

“Something else has been on my mind too,” you begin, your voice trembling with lust as he peppers kisses along your neck. Each touch ignites a spark within you, urging you to share your thoughts with him, knowing that in his embrace, you’ll find comfort and understanding.

As his lips and tongue dance across your neck, eliciting soft gasps from your lips, you feel a surge of desire mingled with the need to express yourself. He doesn’t utter a word, but his gentle encouragement in the form of subtle sounds spurs you on, urging you to share your thoughts amidst the sensual distraction of his touch.

Amidst the tantalizing sensation of his kisses, you muster a chuckle, the playful warmth of the moment infusing your words with a light-hearted tone. “I’ve been thinking about breeding,” you confess, the words punctuated by a giggle as the ticklish sensation creeps in.

“That is one sexy way to open up for the baby talk,” he laughs, his tone playful yet tinged with a hint of desire, punctuated by a teasing nip at your neck.

“I’m not talking about us, you silly goof,” you chuckle, playfully rolling your eyes as you struggle to keep your thoughts on track.

“I’m talking about Mikrokosmos,” you clarify, your voice steadier now, with a touch of affection.

Jimin pulls back slightly, attempting to meet your gaze, though it’s a bit challenging at this angle. “Wait, are you serious?” He asks, a mix of surprise and curiosity in his tone.

“Yeah, she’s so pretty. I think she’ll have some beautiful foals, don’t you think?” You ask, a spark of excitement dancing in your eyes.

“Yeah, that’s actually a good idea. Do you want to train the foals yourself then?” He asks, resting his head back on your shoulder, his voice tinged with curiosity and anticipation.

“Yeah. I think it’ll be fun. Do you want to help me?” You ask, your voice filled with excitement and a hint of playfulness, your smile evident in your tone even if he can’t see it.

“Of course, love. I’d do anything for you,” he murmurs, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine as he leans in to kiss your neck again, his devotion evident in every touch.

“Thank you,” you express with a heartfelt squeeze as you hug him, your gratitude washing over you. Rising from the grass, you extend your hand to him, pulling him up with a gentle tug, ready to embark on whatever adventures lie ahead, hand in hand.

As you ride back home together, the anticipation of a warm meal awaiting you adds to the comfort of returning. Upon arrival, the aroma of leftovers tantalizes your senses, drawing you into the kitchen where Taehyung is already at work. His cheerful presence fills the room, a welcome sight in the otherwise empty house. With the others engrossed in their respective tasks, it’s just the three of you, creating a cozy atmosphere that wraps around you like a familiar embrace.

“Sorry, I was hungry,” Taehyung offers with a sheepish grin, his eyes bright with mischief as he waits for the microwave to do its magic.

“No worries, Taehyung. We’ve all been there,” Jimin reassures him with a gentle pat on the shoulder. You can’t help but beam at the sight. Lately, their bond has been strengthening, and it warms your heart to see Taehyung integrating into the family he never knew he had, his kindness shining through every interaction.

Jimin swiftly plates some food for both you and himself, and just as Taehyung’s microwave timer dings, Jimin prioritizes serving your meal first, his actions speaking volumes about his thoughtfulness and care.

As the aroma of the freshly heated food fills the air, the three of you gather around the cozy kitchen table, ready to savor the meal together.

“Any idea when Jessi and Jungkook will be back?” Taehyung inquires, taking a sip of his water, his curiosity palpable in the air.

“They should be back in about a week,” you respond, a gentle smile gracing your lips as you anticipate their return.

“That’s awesome. I didn’t really get a chance to hang out with him much before they left for the honeymoon. I’m really looking forward to getting to know him better,” he adds, his face lighting up with a wide, eager grin.

“You’ll have plenty of opportunities,” Jimin reassures him, his smile warm and encouraging.

Taehyung turns to you with sudden curiosity. “Do you know if Ara has a boyfriend?”

You burst into laughter, nearly spilling your food—a tragedy, considering Jimin’s delicious cooking. “She’s single. I noticed you two dancing at the wedding. Do you like her?”

His smile brightens, infectiously so, prompting a grin from you and even Jimin. Taehyung nods, a subtle blush tinging his cheeks. “Yeah, she’s cute.”

“You should ask her out on a date, I think she likes you too,” you encourage with a smile, offering a supportive thumbs-up.

The laughter of both you and Jimin resonates through the living room in the early night, your bodies intertwined as you lounge on the couch, the TV playing in the background. However, your attention isn't on the screen; instead, you’ve lowered the volume, delving into a meaningful conversation.

“Love, we’ve made love in just about every corner of this place,” Jimin teases, his laughter light and playful, his hand warm on your thigh. His smile, with those endearing crooked teeth, ignites a rush of excitement within you, your heart quickening its pace, while butterflies flutter fiercely in your stomach.

“No, I don’t think we have,” you reply, shaking your head, mischief twinkling in your eyes as you mentally scan every surface you’ve ever had sex on.

“We’ve done it on the kitchen table, in the tub, under the shower, on the bed, even in the stables, and don't forget the truck and outside,” he rattles off, a devilish grin playing on his lips as he recalls each rendezvous. His gaze smolders with desire as he tightens his grip on your thigh, drawing you closer until your breaths mingle, noses touching in an electric exchange of heat.

He leans into you, his warm breath grazing your ear, sending shivers down your spine as he whispers, “Am I forgetting something?” His voice is laden with a playful tease, his lips tantalizingly close to yours, igniting a fiery anticipation between you.

Your breath hitches, and you feel the shiver travel from your spine down to your core. “I don’t think so,” you manage to whisper, the arousal pulsing through every fiber of your being.

Your hands rest on his chest as you inch yourself closer, almost straddling his lap. “But we haven’t done it on the couch yet,” you murmur, feeling the heat between you rising with each word, the anticipation electrifying the air.

“Are you sure? It seems weird that we haven’t done it here yet,” he muses, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he leans in closer, his breath warm against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

He presses you down into the plush of the couch, his weight against you, his eyes shimmering with a mixture of love and lust, a smile playing on his lips like a love-struck fool. “Let’s add it to the list then,” he murmurs, his voice husky with desire, sending a thrill coursing through you.

He presses his hips against yours, igniting a surge of desire as you release a needy moan. Your hands find their way to his ribs, fingers curling in lust, while he leans in to kiss you fervently, starting at your lips before trailing down to your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a deliciously tantalizing manner, gently biting it.

He groans softly, his lips and tongue creating a work of art on your neck, leaving you breathless and yearning for more of his electrifying touch.

“Oh, Jimin... I’m already so wet,” you moan, the intensity of his movements against your pussy sending waves of pleasure through you.

“Really?” He murmurs huskily in your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. “I’ve barely even touched you, love,” he adds, his voice dripping with desire and a hint of something dangerous that leaves you eager for more.

His erection is evident against you, firm and eager, as you trace the outline of his dick through his jeans. “I want to feel you,” you breathe out, your voice laced with urgency and desire.

His movements send shivers down your spine, igniting every nerve ending as he presses cock against you with fervor. “I wanna touch you too,” he whispers, his breath hitching with anticipation.

With tender hands, he skillfully undoes the button of your jeans, sliding them off your legs with a gentle tug. As your shirt slips away, revealing the curves he knows so well, his gaze lingers on your form clad in your lacy underwear, a mixture of desire and adoration shining in his eyes. “You’re stunning,” he murmurs, his voice a soft caress against your skin.

With a shy smile at his praise, you shift closer, eager to explore every inch of him. As his shirt joins yours on the floor, you're met with the sight of his sculpted physique, each muscle defined by hard work and dedication. His skin, bathed in a golden glow, invites your touch, and as your fingertips trace the lines of his abs, a soft chuckle escapes his lips, a melody that makes your heart flutter.

With a sense of urgency, your fingers deftly work at his pants, swiftly undoing them before pushing him back onto the couch. As you remove his trousers, he’s left clad only in his black boxers, a sight that ignites a primal desire within you. His form, outlined by the fabric, is a tantalizing tease, and you can’t resist the urge to trace the contours of his dick. The sound of his pleasure as you touch him sends a jolt of electricity through you, fueling your own growing need.

“I wanna taste you,” you murmur, your voice laced with desire as you tantalizingly hover over him.

“I wanna taste you too, love,” he responds, a smile playing on his lips as he eagerly joins in, slipping his fingers into his boxers. With your help, they slide down, revealing his cock, standing proudly before you. It’s tall and girthy, the veins almost look like they might be popping out of his skin. The head looks a bit red and you salivate watching how it twitches.

The sight of him, so raw and eager, ignites a fire within you. You just want to ravish him or for him to ravish you.

You pause to savor the sight of him, every line and curve, every mark and scar telling a story of his strength and resilience. His form is nothing short of captivating, each imperfection only adding to his allure. You find yourself biting down on your lip, a mix of desire and adoration coursing through you.

You release the clasp of your bra, letting it cascade to the floor, joining the pile of discarded garments. Cupping your breasts with your hands, you bring them together, feeling their weight and softness against your palms. The hunger in Jimin's eyes intensifies, his gaze smoldering with desire as he emits a guttural groan, his longing palpable in the air.

You pinch your nipples as you moan, “Touch me Jimin.”

He doesn’t need a second invitation, his urgency palpable as he rises swiftly, his hands assertive as they press you down, swiftly removing your panties with an almost primal force, the fabric of the lace yielding to his determination. As his lips claim yours in a fervent kiss, his journey of passion descends, tracing a path from your mouth to the curve of your neck, lingering at each delicate contour, before cascading further, worshiping the expanse of your collarbones, and finally descending to the tender terrain of your chest.

His touch envelops your curves, a symphony of desire as his hand caresses your breasts, each kiss a testament to his adoration. “These tits,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin, “are so fucking beautiful.” His words, like velvet, echo with reverence, igniting a flame of passion that dances between you.

You can feel his dick on your wet pussy, and God, every fiber of your body yearns for him to just plunge into you like this.

He moves up from your chest, his eyes lock onto yours, ablaze with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine, “Should we do each other at the same time?”

A surge of excitement pulses through you as you bite your lip, meeting his gaze with a mixture of anticipation and desire. Without hesitation, Jimin reclines, his eyes dark with longing. “Sit on my face, love,” he murmurs, his voice thick with need.

A shiver courses through you at his command, a soft moan escaping your lips as you position yourself above him with your head facing towards his dick, your breath hitching with anticipation. With trembling anticipation, you lower yourself onto his face, the electric sensation of his tongue against your most sensitive areas sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. As he expertly explores every curve and crevice, igniting a fire within you, you can’t help but lose yourself in the intoxicating rhythm of his touch.

With a feverish urgency, your fingers wrap around his dick, eliciting a primal growl from deep within his chest as he bucks against your touch, his desire palpable in the air. Every stroke sends shivers down his spine, his breath growing ragged as you stoke the flames of his arousal, your movements synchronized with the rhythm of his tongue against your pussy.

You lower your head with a hungry eagerness, your tongue tracing a tantalizing path along his cock, teasing him. The tangy sweetness of his precum dances across your taste buds, igniting a fiery hunger within you as you savor the familiar flavor that never fails to drive you wild with longing.

Why does he always taste so good?

You stroke him slowly, relishing the way his cock pulses eagerly in your hands, aching to be engulfed by your warm, wet mouth. You’re acutely aware of the hunger in his gaze, even though you can’t see his eyes. You’re sure he longs to feel your mouth around his dick, just like you can’t wait for him to fill it up.

It’s almost impossible to concentrate on anything other than the electrifying sensation of Jimin’s skilled tongue exploring every inch of your aching pussy, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. Each flick and swirl of his tongue feels like a symphony of ecstasy, igniting a firestorm of desire that consumes your every thought and leaves you gasping for more. It’s so hard to focus on his dick and you can’t help when you press your pussy more onto his face.

“Fuck, Jimin, I’m gonna come soon,” you gasp, your voice a desperate plea as waves of pleasure threaten to overwhelm your senses. You can feel the heat building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter, ready to explode into ecstasy at any moment. His tongue works its magic with sinful expertise, driving you to the brink of oblivion with each tantalizing stroke.

As the overwhelming pleasure of his tongue’s expertise threatens to consume you entirely, you’re suddenly struck with a fierce need for him in return. Releasing his throbbing length from your grasp, you shift your focus, your hands now finding purchase on his strong thighs. With a hunger that burns as fervently as the desire coursing through your veins, you lower yourself onto him, welcoming his dick into the warmth of your mouth. As you close your lips around him, engulfing him in a dizzying sensation of heat and wetness, his response is immediate—a guttural cry that resonates with raw need and primal desire.

You begin to suck him and with each sultry movement of your lips, you draw him deeper, setting a rhythm that ignites a symphony of pleasure between you. His fervent thrusts match the urgency of your ministrations. Sensing his need, you yield further, allowing him to claim your mouth completely, your jaw slackening to accommodate his cock.

You surrender to the dual sensations coursing through you, each touch a symphony of pleasure orchestrated by desire. As he lavishes attention on your clit with fervent suction, you reciprocate with eager enthusiasm, welcoming him deeper into your mouth with each rhythmic thrust.

Your nails sink into the warmth of his flesh, urging him on with an intensity born of unbridled desire. With each press of your fingertips, you silently convey the urgency pulsating within you, a primal need for more, faster, harder. As his pace quickens in response to your silent plea, you find yourself teetering on the edge of euphoria, close to the brink of release.

Every nerve in your body ignites with a ferocious intensity, each sensation amplified tenfold as the coil of pleasure tightens within you, threatening to engulf your senses. Your toes curl involuntarily, a reflexive response to the overwhelming ecstasy coursing through your veins. But you find yourself torn between the desire to alert Jimin to your impending climax and the overwhelming sensation of his mouth on your clit, sending waves of electric pleasure coursing through your body. As saliva pools in your mouth and tears of pleasure blur your vision, you surrender to the maelstrom of sensations, your grip on his thighs tightening with an urgency born of unbridled desire.

You don’t know how to alert him with his cock stuffed so good inside your mouth, but it’s too late anyway when you feel your pussy clenching hard.

As the waves of pleasure crash over you in a torrential downpour, Jimin’s relentless tongue continues its sensual assault, sending shockwaves of ecstasy rippling through every fiber of your being. Your body convulses uncontrollably above him, each movement a testament to the overwhelming intensity of your release. With ragged breaths escaping through your nose, you vocalize your euphoria around his dick, your moans merging with the rhythmic thrusts of his hips as he continues to drive deeper into your quivering form.

Your body trembles with the lingering aftershocks of pleasure as Jimin’s tantalizing lips and sinful tongue work their magic, leaving you teetering on the edge of sanity. Just when you think you can’t take any more, a sharp spank ignites a jolt of electricity through your senses, urging you to lift your ass from his mesmerizing grasp.

With a soft pop, you relinquish his dick from your mouth, only to eagerly turn around on the couch, pulling him into a passionate kiss that sets your soul ablaze.

With a husky breath, he pulls back, his eyes smoldering with a primal hunger that sends a bolt of anticipation coursing through your veins. “God, I can’t wait to be inside you,” he growls, his voice dripping with raw desire.

“On all fours, ass up.”

His commanding tone sparks a delicious thrill, igniting a cascade of sensations that leave you trembling in anticipation. As he instructs you to assume the position, your body responds instinctively, a surge of heat flooding your core as you eagerly comply. Turning on the couch, you present yourself on all fours, your hands resting on the armrest, your ass raised in a provocative invitation that sets his primal instincts ablaze.

Jimin’s primal groan fills the room, his desire palpable as he beholds your enticing display. His teeth sink into his lip with a hunger that borders on desperation, so much so that he might draw blood, his gaze devouring every inch of your exposed form. With a possessive grip, his hands caress the curves of your ass, his touch igniting a fiery sensation that courses through your veins. Then, in a bold declaration of his desire, he delivers a sharp spank, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through you, your moan of delight echoing in the air.

“Fuck. This. Ass,” his voice drips with raw desire, his fingers tracing the contours of your ass with a feather-light touch that sends electric currents dancing across your skin. A rush of anticipation floods your senses, your pussy pulsating with need, aching for his touch. With each stroke of his fingers, your pussy clenches involuntarily, yearning for the sensation of him buried deep inside you.

He sits up, gets closer to you as he takes a moment to stroke himself, the anticipation mounting with each passing second. As he spreads your ass cheeks, you feel the heat of his cock radiating against your skin, your body trembling in anticipation as his dick teases your entrance, aching for the moment he fills you completely.

With your head nestled on the armrest, you brace yourself for the exquisite sensation of him entering you. As he pushes his dick into your slick folds, you revel in the delightful stretch, a familiar pleasure that never fails to ignite your senses. Your wetness provides a smooth glide, allowing him to effortlessly slide into your depths, each inch sending ripples of ecstasy coursing through your body.

“Jimin-ah!” You pant desperately as he reaches the hilt, your voice a breathy plea echoing through the room. With every pulse of his hardness inside your pulsating pussy, you feel an electric surge of desire coursing through your veins, igniting a firestorm of sensations that consume you completely.

“Move, please,” you plead, your voice a fervent prayer as you ache for his rhythm to ignite the blaze within you. All you crave is the sensation of him thrusting into you, to fuck you silly.

He grunts, a primal sound echoing in the room, as he withdraws from you with deliberate slowness, savoring every inch of your bodies against each other, before plunging back in, equally unhurried.

His hands, firm yet tender, mold into the curves of your ass, guiding each deliberate thrust as he establishes a rhythm of unhurried passion. With every stroke, his fingertips trace the lines of your skin, igniting a symphony of sensations that draw forth an involuntary moan of pleasure from deep within you.

His hand connects with a sharp slap against your skin, sending a jolt of sensation coursing through your body. The sudden sting is quickly followed by a surge of desire, igniting a primal need within you. His voice, laced with desire and dominance, breaks the silence as he leans in, breath hot against your ear, “You like this, don’t you?”

His tone carries a hint of menace, but beneath it all, there’s an undeniable allure that sends shivers down your spine. Despite the edge to his voice, it’s like music to your ears, stirring a primal longing deep within you. Your body reacts instinctively, tightening around his dick as a rush of heat floods your senses.

“Yes!” Your voice, muffled by the plush fabric of the armrest, comes out as a breathy plea, tinged with a mix of desire and desperation.

“Fuck me harder,” you plead with him.

“My love wants it harder?” As his words dance provocatively in the air, you can’t help but feel a rush of heat surging through your veins.

The playful sting of his palm against your skin ignites a primal fire within you, each slap echoing like a thunderous drumbeat, urging you further into the depths of ecstasy. With each resounding impact, the floodgates of desire open wider, drenching you in a wetness of arousal that threatens to consume every inch of your being.

“Yes!” Your voice reverberates through the room, a primal cry of desire echoing off the walls as you eagerly meet his every movement.

But just when you think you’ve reached the pinnacle of pleasure, grinding your ass into his dick, he takes control, his grip on your flesh tightening as he unleashes a torrent of raw thrusts. With each thunderous thrust, he fucks you with insane speed, leaving you gasping for breath.

You feel so fucking gone. He hits you so deep, his dick touching your g-spot repeatedly, making you see white spots blurring your vision. You’re panting furiously for air.

“You’re doing so good, love,” he pants, his voice a husky whisper as he strokes your ass, his praise a melody in your ears.

“Jimin, fuck, Jimin—” You pant feverishly, feeling your core tighten as you release a surge of liquid around his dick, coating him in your essence.

His hand connects with your ass in a stinging slap before his touch gentles, caressing the same spot. “So good for me, love,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire and affection.

His grip tightens on your hips, anchoring you to him as the rhythm of your bodies creates a symphony of skin-on-skin percussion that reverberates through the living room. Your fingers dig into the plush fabric of the armrest, muffling your moans as pleasure courses through every fiber of your being.

“Don’t silence yourself, love. I’m close,” he urges, his voice strained with the impending release as his thrusts become more urgent, each one driving you both closer to the edge.

You arch your back further, surrendering to his touch as his hand on your shoulder guides you closer, deeper into him. The sensation of him stretching you out sends waves of ecstasy coursing through your body, causing your eyes to roll back in sheer pleasure.

As he moans your name, his fingers grip the flesh of your hips and ass, holding you close as he releases inside you, filling you with his warm essence.

Your eyes snap open, meeting a pair of startled gazes—one belonging to Yoongi, the other to Taehyung. They stand frozen in the hallway, mouths agape, caught in an unexpected moment of intimacy that leaves them speechless.

Despite the sudden intrusion, Jimin doesn’t miss a beat, continuing to thrust into you. Embarrassment floods through you, but your body responds involuntarily, clenching around him. As you steal a glance, you catch the shift in Yoongi’s expression, his grin widening as he swiftly ushers a stunned Taehyung away from the unexpected scene they’ve stumbled upon.

“Aish! Oh my god! I never wanted to witness my brother doing that. I can never unsee it,” Taehyung’s exasperated voice echoes through the room as Yoongi swiftly escorts him out, the sound of the door opening and closing marking their hasty exit.

Your cheeks burn as you scold yourself for not hearing them entering the house. Fuck this is so humiliating!

Fuck. Did Jimin even notice?

Jimin’s deep, primal grunt resonates above you, his grip on your hips firm as the fusion of his essence and yours traces a sensual path from your pussy down to the couch. The thought of cleaning up later flits briefly through your mind, but that’s not currently what’s on your mind.

“Jimin, did you see them? They saw us!” Your voice trembles with embarrassment, a veil of crimson coating your cheeks as he withdraws from you. With a whirl of nervous energy, you spin around, anticipation and apprehension swirling in your gaze, unsure of what awaits in the aftermath of your indiscretion.

“Yeah. It’s nothing they haven’t seen before,” he chuckles, his nonchalant demeanor a stark contrast to the flush of embarrassment coloring your cheeks. With a casual sweep of his hand through his tousled hair, he dismisses any concern, seemingly unfazed by the fact that his brother and friend just bore witness to the raw intensity of him fucking you on the couch.

“They’ve never actually seen us in the act before!” Your words quiver with a mix of mortification and disbelief, a nervous energy pulsating through your veins. As you speak, a torrent of thoughts floods your mind, the realization dawning upon you that this isn’t the first instance of Jimin’s cavalier attitude toward almost getting caught.

A nagging suspicion takes root, whispering that maybe he’s more of an exhibitionist than you initially realized, his nonchalance hinting at a hidden desire to be seen and desired.

“Relax, everything will be alright,” he soothes, his words a balm to your frazzled nerves as he descends to kiss you with a fervor that steals your breath away. In that fleeting moment, his lips melding with yours in a passionate embrace, the world falls away, and the weight of their discovery fades into insignificance.

But the embarrassment returns tenfold, making you blush nervously.

You burst through the door, the cool night air enveloping you in its embrace as you step onto the dimly lit porch. There, illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight, you find both Yoongi and Taehyung, their silhouettes etched against the darkness like guardians of the night, their presence casting a sense of both comfort and nervousness as you join them under the star-studded sky.

Despite feeling overwhelmed with embarrassment, an earnest desire to apologize gnaws at you, urging you to seek redemption for the awkward encounter they witnessed earlier. However, as your gaze locks with theirs, a wave of crimson floods your cheeks.

“I’m so fucking sorry you had to see that,” you blurt out, the weight of your remorse heavy in your voice as you hastily grab a nearby chair, seeking solace in its familiarity. With a deep breath, you settle into your seat, mustering the courage to meet the gaze of both men, your eyes pleading for forgiveness and understanding amidst the awkward tension that hangs in the air.

Yoongi’s laughter fills the night air, a reassuring melody that eases the tension swirling around you. “It’s all good,” he reassures with a grin, his words carrying a playful charm that lifts the weight off your shoulders. Then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, he adds, “And hey, I gotta give credit where it’s due— you’ve got quite a nice pair of tits there.”

“Yoongi!” Your voice rises, cheeks ablaze with a fiery hue that mirrors the heat surging through your body.

“You’re gay, for heaven’s sake! Why were you even looking?” The mix of incredulity and embarrassment colors your words as you groan, feeling like you've been caught in a whirlwind of awkwardness and heat.

“I’m only human, aren’t I? Even I have eyes,” he retorts with a smirk playing at the corners of his lips, the glint in his eye unapologetically rebellious. “And let’s be honest, a nice pair of tits is something anyone can appreciate,” he adds, punctuating his declaration with a casual sip of his beer, his nonchalant demeanor daring you to challenge his unabashed honesty.

Taehyung’s eyes widen, a silent testament to the shock that grips him, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that speaks volumes. In the hushed moment that follows, his silence echoes louder than words, hinting at the depth of his surprise and leaving you to wonder what thoughts race behind his startled expression.

“I’m truly sorry, Tae,” you confess, your words heavy with remorse, but as you speak, you notice his gaze drifting past you, as if unable to meet your eyes directly. It’s as though his sight is fixed on some distant point, his avoidance speaking volumes about the weight of his own thoughts and emotions swirling beneath the surface.

“You really shouldn’t do that where just anyone could stumble upon you,” he advises in a hushed tone, his voice carrying the weight of a clandestine revelation. “And for everyone’s sake, remember to lock the door next time,” he adds, his tone laced with a palpable sense of having witnessed something he'd rather erase from memory.

“I’m sorry,” you offer, your words carrying the weight of genuine remorse as you seek to mend the discomfort lingering in the air.

“I never wanted to witness my brother in such a way,” he grits through clenched teeth, his fingers pressing against his closed eyelids in a futile attempt to erase the images burned into his mind. “Seeing too much of both my brother and sister-in-law... it’s like a stain on my memory,” he confesses, his voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and discomfort, as if grappling with the irreversibility of what he’s witnessed.

“I’m truly, deeply sorry,” you mumble once more, the weight of regret heavy in your voice as you reflect on the discomfort your actions caused them. The image of you and Jimin in that compromising position hangs in the air, an undeniable reminder of a moment you wish could be erased from memory entirely.

Yoongi’s laughter erupts like a thunderclap, breaking the tension with its raw, unrestrained force. “Welcome to the country,” he chuckles, his tone laced with a mix of amusement and nonchalance. “Get used to it. People fuck where they can around here. Hobi and I once stumbled upon them making lovely noises in the stables,” he shares with a mischievous glint in his eye, as if unveiling a scandalous secret of the country’s unconventional norms.

Taehyung’s eyes widen in disbelief, the shock evident in the trembling of his lips as he utters, “Is nowhere sacred?”

“Yoongi! You promised never to speak of that again!” You hiss through gritted teeth, your cheeks ablaze with the heat of embarrassment.

Yoongi’s laughter intensifies, a raucous melody that dances on the edge of defiance. “It’s just a natural act— it’s just sex,” he remarks, his tone casual as he lifts the beer to his lips for another sip.

“No need to get your panties in a twist,” he adds, the nonchalant shrug in his demeanor daring you to challenge the simplicity with which he views such intimate moments.

“Hey. Not all of us enjoy watching other people have sex,” Taehyung interjects, his voice carrying a note of reprimand, his arms folding across his chest in a stance of firm disapproval.

“Sorry. We didn’t mean for you to see it,” you gulp, feeling the weight of his disapproval settle heavily upon you. You grasp the gravity of his words; it’s not as though you relish being under scrutiny. It was an unplanned moment of passion. Yet, the realization dawns that you must exercise greater caution in the future.

“I couldn’t care less,” Yoongi rasps, his tone edged with a hint of amusement. “In fact, I’m thrilled you’re getting dick,” he adds with a smirk, his words laced with a playful irreverence that cuts through the tension.

Taehyung coughs abruptly, a spluttering fit seizing him as his beer takes a perilous detour down the wrong passage, his eyes widening in alarm as he struggles to regain composure amidst the unexpected onslaught.

You cast a concerned glance his way, your instinctive response guiding your hand to rest gently on his back, offering a reassuring touch in his moment of distress.

You chuckle nervously, stealing a glance at Yoongi, your cheeks ablaze with a mixture of embarrassment and unabashed honesty. “It’s really good dick,” you admit, your voice tinged with a hint of bashfulness. “Probably the best I’ve ever had,” you confess, your words carrying the weight of a guilty pleasure you can’t quite resist.

Taehyung continues to cough, his struggle for breath punctuating the air with urgency, until finally, with a resigned groan, he declares, “And this is my cue to leave.”

With a lingering glance filled with a mixture of discomfort and amusement, Taehyung slips away, his departure palpable in the weight of his heavy breaths echoing in the wake of his exit, leaving the two of you to grapple with the aftermath of his abrupt departure.

“Did we push him too far?” You offer a wry smile, the regret evident in the furrow of your brow as you grapple with the realization that Taehyung was undoubtedly made uncomfortable by the situation.

“He will be fine. He needs to grow up,” Yoongi leans in, his demeanor conspiratorial as he gestures towards the table, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. “But let’s get back to the real topic at hand. Tell me more about Jimin’s dick,” he continues, his tone suggestive as he shifts the conversation back to the matter of Jimin's prowess.

Your cheeks flare with renewed heat, betraying your unease as a nervous chuckle escapes your lips. “Hold on, are you getting off on this?” You inquire incredulously, your disbelief evident as you ponder the motivations behind his eagerness to delve deeper into the topic.

He chuckles, shaking his head. “No, not at all. I’m just looking out for you, as your best friend,” he reassures, the sincerity in his tone cutting through any lingering doubts. “I’ve got enough dick in my life,” he adds with a casual sip of his beer, before continuing, “But if you ever need to share or talk about it, you know I’m here. You probably don’t want to talk to your sister or Jungkook about it.”

You groan, a mix of frustration and reluctant acknowledgment washing over you, because deep down, you know he’s spot-on. Sharing such intimate details with your sister or Jungkook? Absolutely out of the question.

As you ponder, you realize you’re not exactly prudish, but the thought of discussing sex openly still makes you squirm. Yet, you also recognize the importance of breaking free from societal taboos surrounding the topic. It’s something you’re determined to improve upon, because there shouldn’t be any shame attached to open dialogue about such a natural aspect of human experience.

Leaning in closer, you confide, “Let me tell you, Jimin’s got some serious skills with both his dick and his tongue. It’s... impressive, to say the least, and that’s all I’m gonna share for now,” you admit, a nervous chuckle bubbling up as you feel the heat rise in your cheeks. Despite the embarrassment, you can’t help but feel a sense of pride in yourself for opening up about such intimate details with your best friend.

“I’m happy for you, truly,” he says with a warm smile, his eyes reflecting the depth of his sincerity. In response, you can’t help but return the smile, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over you as you bask in the warmth of your cherished friendship.

“What about you and Hobi?” you inquire, the lingering blush of embarrassment gradually receding from your cheeks, replaced by a genuine curiosity about your friend’s own romantic endeavors.

He reclines in his chair, a contented smile gracing his lips. “It’s great, actually. Better than ever,” he shares, his voice laced with affection and a profound sense of happiness. “I love him more than words can express,” he adds, his gaze distant yet filled with the warmth of unwavering devotion.

As you nod in understanding, a surge of warmth floods your chest as you catch the unmistakable gleam of adoration in his eyes whenever Hoseok’s name is mentioned. It’s a sight that fills you with a sense of profound joy, your heart swelling with the love that radiates between them, leaving you unable to suppress the smile that spreads across your face.

“I’m genuinely happy. For both of us,” you declare, the overflow of love within you akin to a flurry of delicate butterflies taking flight in your chest. Just as the moment envelops you in its warmth, the door swings open, and Jimin emerges, joining you and Yoongi.

“And I can’t wait to marry the love of my life,” you proclaim, your voice brimming with anticipation and affection as you reach for Jimin’s hand, intertwining your fingers with his as he settles beside you. The warmth of his touch sends a jolt of electricity through you, igniting a blaze of love that courses between you, enveloping you both in a cocoon of intimacy and security. In this moment, with him by your side, you feel as though time could stand still, and you wouldn’t mind one bit.

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-𝔹𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕤 [ℕ𝕆ℕ ℂ𝔸ℕ𝕆ℕ ℙ𝕋𝟛]-

parings - wednesdayaddams x fem!reader

summary - r is pregnant and in some pain, but wifey wednesday is to the rescue. baby arrives early though…

warnings - mention of sex, some swearing, birth

an - a wonderful request from @novastargalaxydesigns, thank you!

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“Fuck.” You mumbled softly, resting your hand on your swelled stomach.

It was the middle of October, a chilly breeze wafting through the back porch as you sat curled up on the couch. A heavy-knitted blanket was draped over your shoulders, your body heat creating a warm bubble around you.

One of Wednesday’s novels was cupped in your hands, its pages being flipped lazily as you read its content. The soft ‘swish’ of each turn was a comfortable distraction from the small kicks that painfully irked from your swollen stomach.

“Not gonna give me a break, are you?” You asked, pushing on your belly as your baby moved around, “Shit, that hurts.”

A solid kick caused you to groan, your eyes squeezing shut from the pain. You read about babies having bursts of energy during the third trimester, but this felt to be way to much.

You weren’t due for another week, so you put it off as labor or contractions. From your research, he was just growing more and would have some of wild activity until you give birth; which means a lot of painful suffering for you.

Luckily, you were tough and had a lovely wife who was incredibly generous and patient with you. She has gone out of her way to make sure you were comfortable and at peace with your long nine months of pregnancy, and she has done a wonderful job.

“Baby, I brought you some tea.”

You opened your eyes, turning to see Wednesday carrying a steaming mug of your favorite tea. She sat down next to you, carefully handing you the drink and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“How are you?” She asked, pulling your legs up and into her lap.

You sipped the tea, a hum of satisfaction passing through your lips after you licked them.

“I’m in pain, but i’ll be okay.” You replied, taking another gulp of tea, “You okay?”

Wednesday nodded curtly as she took her gloves off and slipped them under your blanket. Her hands, surprisingly warm, came in contact with your ankles. There, she began to gentle massage your swollen feet.

“Nes! That tickles!” You giggled, squirming while she loosened your muscles.

“You need blood flow down here. I don’t want you to have to get your feet amputated.”

You rolled your eyes at her comment, but you let her continue the loving gesture. Wednesday rarely did affectionate things, but in the instance that she feels caring, she will be all over you.

“Ow.” You hissed softly, your face scrunching in pain as you received a painful tightness in your abdomen.

“What’s wrong?” Wednesday said, immediately sitting up straight at your distressed expression.

“Fuck…ah it hurts.” You whimpered, tears clouding your eyes at the sudden ache.

“Could you be having contractions? Is it labor?” Wednesday stood up to kneel in front of you, her hand grabbing yours.

“Ah…I…I don’t know…” You hissed, your muscles felt like they were clenching and undoing themselves at the same time.

Wednesday waited patiently, sitting with you as you attempted to regain your composure. After a few minutes of more stressful pain, you let out a shaky breath and squeezed her hand.

“Go bag.” You murmured, your breath heavy and hot, “I think it’s happening.”

The speed that Wednesday moved was unimaginable for her, but she was in and out of the house within 15 seconds, and was now helping you into the car to head to the hospital.

It was going to be a long and dreadful drive…

[TIME SKIP]

“YOU ARE NEVER KNOCKING ME UP AGAIN! FUCK!” You cursed at Wednesday, your face scrunched in pain as you attempted to push.

You were laying on a hospital bed, your legs up in those uncomfortable plastic stirrups while a nurse was coaxing you through your birthing process. Wednesday was next to you, her fingers interlaced with yours as you hissed painfully.

“I see his head!” The nurse called up to you, causing your hand to squeeze Wednesday’s, “I just need another good push from you.”

You whined, attempting to fulfill her wish with no success. A sob escaped your mouth from the pain, sweat coating your skin. The nurse said for you to push again, but you shook your head.

“I can’t…It hurts…” You cried, tears clouding your dazed eyes.

A hand reached out to you, brushing hair out of your face and caressing your cheek. Your head was turned to Wednesday, her lips pressing to your forehead as a comfort.

“You can do this.” She said, staring at you with the eyes that you fell so hard for, “I’ll be here the whole time.”

You winced but Wednesday kissed the pout away, squeezing your hand as a reassurance.

“I believe in you; you are so so strong.”

Those words sparked a sudden strength within you, its power bubbling up fast. With Wednesday’s black eyes boring into yours, you sucked in a breath and pushed down as hard as you possible could.

Immediately, the pressure that was previously in between your legs released. Silence seemed to overcome the room until the sound of distressed cries hit your ears.

“N-Nes… is that…?” You asked delusionally, craning your neck to see, “Is he..?”

Wednesday was unresponsive, her eyes trained on the nurse holding your son. She came over with a smile, offering the wrapped baby to you.

“Not me.” You said, lazily gesturing to your wife, “Her.”

The nurse paused, turning to Wednesday to hand her the baby. She carefully set him in her arms, showing her how to support his head and cradle him the right way.

Wednesday looked in awe, her mouth open slightly as she stared in complete disbelief. You watched her, a smile gracing your lips at the moment you were witnessing.

“Wednesday, baby.” You called softly, your hand reaching out to touch her leg, “You okay?”

Wednesday nodded, now gazing at her son in awe. She moved back towards your bed, sitting down in the chair next to it.

“He’s beautiful.” You murmured, now getting a proper look at him while your wife held him, “He has your frown.”

Wednesday scoffed, giving you a look of disapproval. Her hand found yours, giving it a squeeze before she handed you your baby.

“Name?” She asked, brushing some hair out of your face as a comfort.

You pondered for a moment, staring at the baby in your arms as you thought of a good name.

“Rowan.” You said, nodding in approval and looking up at Wednesday, “Rowen Nero Addams.”

Wednesday cracked a smile, a rare sight, and leaned down to Rowan’s level.

“I love it.” She whispered.

——————-

meh, it was alright

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romanstheory · 1 year

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Rage A Solo Sikoa One Shot

Warnings: Smut, Laughing, Roughness (lol), oral sex fem receiving

Word count:863

18+

It’s my time….. finally…… the main roster. I’ve worked what feels like my whole life for this moment, and I have tunnel vision to say the least. My intentions are dead set on getting back at Solo Sikoa. We were tag partners in NXT, and he left me in the midst of a heated rivalry… he threw me to the wolves to go be the henchmen to his meathead cousin.

Nonetheless, I knew what I was about to do and I knew it was risky stepping to anyone in the bloodline. But truthfully… I don’t give a shit. Nobody knows what’s about to happen, I can hear the bloodline cutting a promo. I nod to the sound tech to play my music and I hear the crowd pop. I storm down the ramp and into the ring, eyes locked on solo. For the first time ever a look of concern grows across his face. Jimmy, Jey, and Roman all look over to him, Paul behind them with his head resting in his palms.

I grab a mic “Surprise!” I say with a smug smile “Didn’t think you’d see me again did you?”. Solo flares his nostrils and leans his head back. Roman begins to attempt to speak but I put up a finger stopping him dead in his tracks. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” I continue “oh! I know! Romans got your balls!” The crowd goes wild as solo gets enraged from embarrassment. I let out a loud cackle as Solo snatches the mic from one of his brothers “What the hell are you doing here” He growls

“I’m here for revenge” I growl back “you left me! And for what? To be the heavy for you punk ass cousin who doesn’t even really like any of you?” Roman raises an eyebrow, in shock that I said what everyone else was already thinking. Solo and I get into each others faces, ready to fight right there. “What are you gonna do?” Solo barks at me. I pull back and throw a punch at Solo, landing right on his jaw “fuck around and find out” I cackle as I leave the ring leaving the bloodline embarrassed and infuriated.

A week passed and Solo has blown my phone up. Text message after Text message, call after call all ignored. I didn’t even hear from him this much when we were a tag team. My phone rings again, it’s him and I finally decide to answer. “Meet me at catering” he says and hangs up. I smirk and make my way to catering, it’s just him there everyone else has come and gone by then. “What” I say with an eye roll. “Look I’m sorry” he says.

“Apology not accepted” I reply “Was that it?”. “That was a mean ass right” he chuckles “I deserved that”. I sit down next to him “you deserved a few”. There’s a brief pause…. Neither of us said anything but the silence was loud. “Kinda turned me on a little bit” he says finally looking me in my face. The blind could see that Solo and I had a thing for each other during our tag days, and I tried to bury them after he left but it never quite worked out completely.

“You put me in my place on national tv in front of my family” He continues “that was sexy”. My face begins getting hot, only he could do that to me. “Good… Hopefully you stay in it” I say kicking eyes with him. “Let me show you your place” He says, eyes dark with lust. “Huh?” I say. He grabs me, pulling me onto his lap, gripping my ass tight causing me to gasp. “Solo!” I say just above a whisper “we’re literally in catering someone can just walk in here!”

“You talk too much” Solo says as he pulls me into a kiss. I seemingly melt into him as our lips collided. Is this what I’ve been waiting for? What about my plan? Is he distracting me? So many questions go running through my mind as his hands run down my pants sliding my athletic shorts off. He sits me on the table “don’t be getting obsessed with me after this” he says cockily. He is pushes my legs apart, gently kissing my other lips sending a surge of lightning through my body. He gently licks around my soaked vagina causing me to exhale loudly. Suddenly I didn’t give a shit who might walk in

He begins flicking ans moving his tongue in waves around my clit, I can’t even catch my breath. He looks up at me sort of like a lion drinking water, just watching me melt further and further into him. He continues massaging my clit with his warm tongue as I feel my climax approaching quickly. “I- oh my god” I squeal loudly before squirting my juices onto Solo. He licks his lips and sits up while I collect myself and slide my shorts back on. “do you forgive me now?” He asks wiping his face. “Mmmhhh nah, good head tho” I cackle as I walk away

#solo sikoa #solo Sikoa one shot #wwe #roman reigns #the bloodline

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zee-has-commitment-issues · 2 days

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En Del Av Dig thoughts! (spoiler notes will be below the cut)

4/5 stars from me. I enjoyed it quite a bit, but some of the pacing could have been better.

- holy fucking shit Felicia is amazing. I’ve been a fan of her for a long time, I watched Heartbeats, I watched Avgrunden, I’ve obviously watched Royals, but this is next level. Her acting is incredible. It’s the kind of acting that makes you have a visceral reaction. The emotional moments made me take pause and her little micro expressions through the whole movie were so amazing. I don’t know how to describe how difficult it is to act like you’re acting, but she did it seamlessly.

- ZARA LARSSON CAN ACT. I’m gonna be honest, when I saw they cast her, especially for such a vital role, I didn’t know how it was gonna work out. It worked out amazing. She is a triple threat, my friends. Another performance that gave me a visceral reaction. THE LAYERS OF HER CHARACTER YALL

- Zara and Felicia together was otherworldly. They played so well off each other and the way they were able to act together and look alike in their mannerisms made me have to pause and second guess which one of them was about to be on screen more than once.

- the real main character was blue eyeshadow

- every song i've heard in the last 24 hours can be an En del av dig edit song if I try hard enough.

Spoilers:

- The fight between Agnes and Noel was insane. Incredible and visceral and I won't stop thinking about it for a long long time. "What, you can't sleep with me if I remind you of her?" and "Do you want me to say she's coming back? She's not. She's dead, Agnes. She's fucking dead." HOLY SHIT.

- Julia was surprisingly deep. Her struggles coming out in the last half hour was wild, but I wish they would have spent more time on it instead of just "oh she might have killed herself on purpose maybe"

- I simply could not take the green contacts seriously. I love Edvin but he looked like a cullen wannabe in that one scene.

- If there's one thing I'll fall for every single time, it's the gay pining best friend trope.

- Actually started screaming "BREATHE. YOU NEED TO COME UP FOR AIR, KIDS" and I choose not to elaborate. iykyk

- I'm really glad that they established that Agnes was into Noel before Julia died. It makes you root for them a little more, knowing there was something there before they lost Julia. They were already playful with each other, Anges was already down bad, and Noel already felt protective over her.

- That however does not excuse the next point which is: I need a full psychological study on Noel because what the hell? Sir? Not one of those decisions was correct. We cannot sister hop after one dies, we cannot leave after sex because of our own poor decisions coming back to haunt us, we cannot undo all the poor decisions by showing up with a single flower. SIR-

- Felicia's acting in the scenes between Agnes and her mother was incredible and, once again, something I will be thinking about for a long time.

- The play and Agnes' monologue tying in throughout the story was really beautiful and even though you could see it coming, it was a really impactful ending.

#en del av dig #a part of you

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orenjikaraka · 11 months

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You’ll be ok… Mi querido…

Miguel O’Hara x reader angst

Word count: 4791

Summary: Miguel has a new assistant working with him, lyla needed more help around because new spiders are being recruited, Miguel was slightly denying it (because he has lyla, why would he need another), but a couple months passed and he got used to her presence… well… his heart was saying something else… and his next mission will show what he wants… even if it’s forced…

S/o is 22 by the way and Miguel is 34, that’s a 12 age gap. Also this is like after events like u know miles is on the team and spot in jail.

Warnings: non-con (if you can’t handle rape, you don’t have to read), sex, NSFW, kidnapped (adultnapped 😅), Miguel has a muzzle (why is that a warning 😏), angst, alcohol, puking, drugs, and coursing, also psst Miguel is a bottom.

Miguel opened his eyes, he felt dizzy, or nauseous if you can say, his breathing is heavy, the room felt cold, the room was closed spaced, it was nerve racking to be in the dark room, his eyes were slowly readjusting, when he felt less light headed, ‘just great, just fucking grand…’ he thought, his brain was going in circles of how he got in this mess, his hands were tied behind his back with electrical wires, they’re were digging through his skin, it felt horrendous, his first thought was to rip them out, when he tried a electric shock went through his veins, he growned in pain, frustration going through his nerves, so much anger that he didn’t know he had muzzle on, who ever doing this, is treating him like a wild animal, trapped between the legs with metal strapped on them, his wrist were tied, and he had a muzzle too, for stopping his spider venom from hurting the fuck head that hostage him.

He tried to move his stranged arms again, but the electric shock came back, he tried harder, but the shock got worse each time he moved, his wrist were bleeding and were turning purple, he gave a hard tug and his wrist were burning, he clenched his fist and growled in anger, “when I get out of here! I’m gonna kill you, you here!!!” It was silent until he heard whimpering, someone else was in the same room with him, he lowered his head a little and his eyes were trying to readjust more to see who was in front of him…

“Miguel—“

Then he panicked, it was you, he was starting to remember why he was here, you went missing for 2 weeks, Miguel was looking everywhere for you, checked every evidence he could find, until he found you, well evidence of where you were, Universe 1610, Miles’ universe, you were last seen with Miles, probably hanging out, but now in Doc Olivia Octavius’ lab.

“la voy a matar… la voy a matar… la voy a matar… (ima gonna kill her 3x)

“Miguel— I’m-“

“Amor (love), don’t… I was here to find you. We’re both gonna get out of-

“Out of here~” Olivia chuckled while walking through the metal door, and slamming it afterwards.

“Doc-“

“Octavius~” she softly giggled, “oh~ look at you…” she looked at Miguel then at you, “and you cute little assistant~” she squatted down next to you and put her hands on your arms, which made Miguel try to break free from his restraints. “Aww~ is the oldest spider of the ‘em all, trying to save his MJ.”

“She-“

Olivia squeezed her nails into your skin while staring at Miguel, you wince in pain, Miguel stopped and tense up, “ha! My science was right! Well… me spying on miles and you without letting a single spider know, is actually quite interesting am I right?”

Miguel looked at her like she was delusional, “my camera-“

“I hacked your database, so it would think of me as one of the spiders!”

“Also also having no four arms, well hidden away in my fake spider suit was a hassle but walking is not all that bad.”

Olivia stopped her blabbing and look at you again, “aww you poor thing~” she dug her bloody nails out and move (Y/n) right side up, (Y/n) had her wrist tied with duct tape, and her ankles as well, she was wearing a tight white soft cotton knee high dress, it had a upside down triangle on her chest.

“Isn’t her dress adorable~ oh! One more touch.”

Olivia put the small piece of duct tape on (Y/n)’s mouth.

She moved her right hand to your chin, and her left holding you around your stomach, her four mechanical arms were holding her down, “don't be scared, your little spider is here to save you~” Olivia turned your head. To face you at Miguel, Miguel looked terrified, he didn’t know what to do.

“Let her go, just-“

“Just what- oh Miguel~ let her go~, nah… I think I have something better~”

One of Octavius’s mechanical arms let go of (Y/n) and move swiftly to Miguel’s neck, her claw clench, digging her claw into his tense skin, the middle of her claw had small exit that opened with a small needle, it poked his skin and a small dose into his nervous system, her mechanical claw snatched off…

“What did you just dose me with…”

“Miguel, don’t worry, it’s just pde-5 inhibitors, benzos, mdma, ketamine, and gamma-hydroxybutyrate, you know…

“You…” Miguel growled with hatred. His muscles tensed up painfully making his body sweat, he felt saliva drooling off his lips, his breathing felt uneven, his thighs twitched trying to calm down his throbbing erection, he closed his eyes to look away from the two women in front of him.

“Miguel~ I didn’t tell you to look away…”

With her free mechanical arm, she redirected Miguel to face you, there was a small knife on your throat, touching your skin ever so slightly.

“If you look away your little sweet assistant would be dead, you don’t want that, don’t you.”

Miguel couldn’t muster out words, it was hard to speak, he’s afraid he’ll might scare you off. So he shook his head ‘no’.

“That wasn’t an answer.”

Olivia pulled the knife back and stabbed your left shoulder, you screamed in pain, but that didn’t matter to Olivia, but for poor Miguel it did.

“Stop— now- don’t…”

“See it wasn’t hard was it!”

Olivia pulled out the knife and put it lightly around your dress, your whimpering was causing his brain to go in a loop, causing his erection to hurt, whimpering moans with pressure and pain came to mind. Which made him clenched his eyes shut.

“You don’t listen don’t you.”

She was about to knife again but Miguel opened his eyes to look at Olivia.

“You one sick fuck you know that…”

“No— not- true—“

“Lies”

Olivia put the knife on the floor and moved her free hand to the wound she made, she put her two index fingers into the tissue, which made you groan in agony, Miguel didn’t want to look, but couldn’t…

“Don’t— *moan*” he growled in frustration afterwards. Octavius moved her free mechanical arm and clawed his scalp upwards, his drool dripping down his neck.

“You sick creep loves his little MJ, I knew you cared for someone else, you couldn’t just understand that your life is supposed to be where you die alone…”

“Let— her… *gasping for air* go—“

“Not every spider must-“

“Hurt me— not… her— I’ll do-“

“Anything?” Olivia had excitement. In her veins.

“Yes! Please—“ Miguel begging was aching your heart, you never knew a man that had so much pride sounded so broken…

Olivia let her mechanical claw go from his aching scalp, Miguel look back at you, you had a worried look on your face and he looked back the same.

“Ok… but… how about this, she gets to leave… if you rape her…”

Miguel felt every fiber in his body tense ups he shook his head ‘no’.

“No. No. No.”

“No? But I thought you wanted her ok…”

She picked up the knife again and stabbed (Y/n)’s right ankle, your shooken form tense in agony and muffly scream through your duct tape.

“STOP—“

(Y/n) knocked her head back in a panic which scruffed against Octavius nose, Olivia groaned and moved her free mechanical arm to her ankle and her claw digged through your skin, and snapped it… her skin turned purple and black bruises around her ankle. Her whaling can be heard across the hall in the facility…

“You little bitch… you did this on yourself…”

She took the knife out of your ankle and ripped your dress off. Went through the top to the bottom of the dress.

“I wanted to be nice. But no one listens…” Olivia ripped your dress off and was about to rip your panties. “Follow my rules and this will go easy…” she cut your panties and then lifted you up slightly to cut your tape on your wrist, before you could move them the mechanical arms closed them. Olivia looked back at Miguel and he stared back with pain in his eyes.

“I got a solution…”

Octavius picked up (Y/n) and put her on top of Miguel, her clit touching the tip of his dick.

“I’m— going to kill you—!”

“But if ya do that this universe will collapse… people will die… a small spider and his family will die… I thought you would prevent that, isn’t that your job…”

Before Miguel could muster anything, Olivia pushed your body downward, which caused Miguel to moan and quiver because he’s trying to stop himself from cumming.

“Didn’t know you needed help from your MJ; Miguel.”

She got her knife again and tar a hole so Miguel’s dick was freely being laid on by your soft clit.

Stop— *whimper* just—“

“Just what Miguel…”

“Just— kill me— end me… let her go—“

(Y/n) shooked her head frequently, in a ‘no’ matter, she was muttering no, “see your little MJ wants you, don’t you see.”

Olivia dropped the knife on the ground, and got her hand and grabbed Miguel’s dick tilt the tip to her hidden clit, Miguel moaned in displeasure and lust. “Come on little MJ, let me give you a hand~”

Octavious shoved (Y/n) into Miguel dick, your tight hole was making it hard to concentrate on not cumming, it hurts, he feel like throwing up, tears was going down his face from all the burning pain he trying to contain himself, your whispering became screaming for help, you were crying for some reassurance… but no talk can be heard from Miguel. Only agonizing groans and moans.

“Come on sweetheart don’t treat your man like that, I thought you adored his company.”

Olivia pushed her further in and moved her arms behind Miguel. Miguel looked down and saw blood coming out of your slit, ‘no, no, no, oh querido, cono… (darling, fuck…)”

‘This was your first’ and he ruined it, he ruined it by being a hero, a hero that can’t even save the people he loved, he always fuck everything up…

“cariño (dear), your going to— be… ok—“

Miguel moved his chin and moved (Y/n) a little forward to try and comfort you, but also moving you closer to his chest so you can use your hands behind him to untie the wired knot, (Y/n) understood and faked moan to distracted Octavious, it was music to Miguel ears but also hurting his erection, Olivia grabbed Miguel scalp with her free hand and pushed his slightly forward.

“See she wants more~”

(Y/n)’s hands were bleeding but she had to get Miguel out.

“Thrust her Miggy~”

“Fuck— you…”

“Fine…”

Olivia pushed harshly downward, which tilted his dick slightly, “nggggggghhh!”, (Y/n) gasped with hot air, and continued to untie, “fuckin— bitch-“

Olivia looked furious and picked up the knife and was about to stab Miguel’s shoulder, but (Y/n) quickly snatched it and freed Miguel’s arms, then she moved to his muzzle, and freed him from that. Miguel grabbed Olivia by the neck and bit Octavius, filling his venom in her veins to paralyze her. He ripped her mechanical arms off, and threw her against the concrete wall…

Olivia was already knocked out before she even hit the wall, Miguel looked back at you, you were frantic and quivering, “Lo lamento… (I’m sorry)” And he grabbed your hips slowly and lightly pulled you out, you screaming stop, begging to stop, but Miguel continue to pull you out, when you were free, he sat you down on the cold concrete floor and untied his feet, his suit regenerate to it normal form, he then untie you and unduct tape you. You sobbed, quietly screaming to make the pain go away, Miguel slowly got up and felt nauseous afterwards, so tripped and catches him from hitting the floor, but before he get up again he threw up, his body was screaming to do so, so he did, he felt sick all over, he feels like crying his eyes out because how much pain he endured, he crawled to Octavius, and checked her pockets, he found his gadget and put it on, and slowly crawled to (Y/n).

When he got to her, (Y/n) tried to reach for Miguel, even though he was about to pick her up, he did and held her close, and called Lyla. She immediately answered.

“Miguel! You know how long you were out, you were-“

She saw Miguel and gasped in shock, then looked at you in horror.

“Miguel-“

“Take us— to the main hall…”

Before she could say anything else Miguel put a portal underneath them and you both fell through; he held you close, like he was about to lose you again…

—- time skip (to the spider lobby) —

Miguel felt like he fell for eternity until he saw the lobby, every spider's senses triggered and saw you both falling to the bottom of the hall… Some spiders reacted and swung towards you both but they weren’t fast enough.

“Lyla!”

Lyla put a cold red and aimed all the cameras to you both, big screens saying ‘HELP’ on repeat, more spiders came to join and save them.

“Miles! Pete— jes- Gwen- hob— someone—“

‘Please someone save her… not me…’

That was his last thought until he hit his head on the flat concrete.

—- time skip —

Miguel woke up frantically and looked around his room, his head was pounding, screaming for him to relax but couldn’t, “lyla!”

“…”

“Lyla!!

“…”

“LYLA!!!”

“YES!”

“Where’s my assistant?”

“She’s hospitalized in are medical bay.”

Miguel lowered his head, thinking about how he could've prevented this, he felt miserable just thinking about it…

“I also reassociated her to a new job setting.”

“Why?!”

“That’s classified information-“

“Answer me! WHY!?!”

“Because she got in trouble because of you, she got hurt because of you, if you didn’t come sooner she would’ve been dead in your arms Miguel!!”

He didn’t know what to say, he felt trapped, this feeling of lose came crawling back, it was eating him up again, losing his wife, his little Gabriella and now you… fuck he didn’t even know these feelings exist until now, there was always a soft tug in his heart to actually talk to you before but couldn’t, because he couldn’t lose anyone else, but now truth is here, he can’t protect anyone, he just breaks knots and break promises…

“Miguel… I’m trying-“

“Leave—“

“Mig-“

“LEAVE!—“

Lyla just quickly glitched away, leaving Miguel alone in his bedroom with light beeps coming off the heart monitor on his left. He looked at his hands and saw the small tubes pumping out the bad stuff in his body and some others pumping liquid to take away the drugs.

‘It’s all your fault’, was repeating in his migraine of a head, so… he pulled out the tubes and his nasal cannula and laidback, he heard the heart monitor beeped singly, some of drugs were still in his system so it was hard to breathe lying down, his breathing was hurting again, stringed each breath he took.

He slowly started to see black dots slowly blocking his vision…

Until he saw a frantic Lyla, he couldn’t hear her…

—- time skip —

It was the next day when Miguel woke up again, he felt depressed that he woke up, he moved his eyes and saw Peter b. On his left, with little mayday laying on Miguel’s stomach.

“Hey you woke up!”

Miguel didn’t answer a just looked at mayday, “so Lyla told me to check up on you because you-

“Suicide I get-“

“Miguel, man, you haven’t been like this since…”

“Gabriella.”

“Yeah…”

“…”

There was a small silence until mayday, crawled close to Miguel's shoulder, and stared at him with gentle curiosity, which made Miguel feel miserable. Mayday made a worried small whine, but Miguel looked away from her. Mayday was about to tear up until Peter spoke up.

“Miguel… please tell me what’s wrong. I’m all ears…”

“How’s— (Y/n)…”

“I- Miguel I can’t-“

“You too!” Miguel looked back, “why can’t I see her, why can’t I talk to her!”

“Because I can’t say-“

“WHY- is she dying, do I have a restriction from seeing her— Cono— damn it- don’t tell me she’s pregnant-“

“Miguel! She’s fine! You just can’t see her…”

Little Mayday looked back at Miguel then back at her father with anger in her eyes.

“Mayday you- god…”

“Peter why can’t I see her”

“Because when you came back, your last location on your gadget was your place…”

“Wha-“

“Everyone thinks you hurt and…”

“I didn’t lay a finger on her, Peter! It was Olivia Octavius!”

Peter made a tiny portal so mayday went back in her crib and closed it.

“She was there but she drugged you and trapped you and (Y/n) in a concrete room together…”

“I didn’t do it- you have to believe me—“

“I can’t Miguel, there’s footage of you reaping her, Miguel!”

“Its-“

“Miguel O’Hara! You rape her…”

“I—“

“Your a fucking monster, Miguel, I rather be miles away from you right now but can’t; you know why, because I have to keep an eye on you, because Lyla gave me orders to keep an eye out.

Miguel felt empty, felt like the whole world stopped and he in some fucked up dream or reality that’s crushing him ahole, he- no maybe he did… maybe he did caused this to you… maybe he is what Peter said he is…

“Pete— I’m sorry—“

“…”

“You know— it wasn’t me— it- it— was the meds—“

Miguel trying to stop his quivering. His eyes stings from his tears.

“Peter—“

“Miguel- *sigh* I'm going to get you some food…”

Miguel was silent and didn’t respond, but Peter was already starting to make food.

“It— wasn’t me—“

—- time skip (2 weeks later) —-

(Y/n)’s POV

(Y/n) woke up and felt relaxed to be home, well at a hospital bed, but at least your home, she looked around and saw miles sleeping, then she quickly moved the covers and saw her legs and ankle was fully healed, she looked at her shoulder and it was also healed, ‘heh spider society and there amazing medics.’ Well we can thank Miguel for that.

Speaking of Miguel, I wonder if he’s ok… after everything that happened, I… I’m worried about him… even when he was reassuring me that I was going to be ok… even when doc ock… (Y/n) shook her head, she looked to her right and saw her phone and picked it up, then scrolled through her contacts and saw Miguel's number.

And call him

‘Zzzz zzzzz zzzzz’

‘Zzzzz zzz-‘

“Hello—“

(Y/n) heard his voice, he sounded tired and drained, drowsy even.

“Miguel. How’s-“

“(Y/n)— is- *hic* is— that you…”

‘Is he drinking?’

“Miguel, what happened?”

Miguel coughed and gasped for air for a second, “everything- ngggghhh *hic* fine—“

“Miguel? Where’s Lyla…”

He sighed with some frustration. “I put her off-“

“I-“ you looked up the date, where the calendar was, you were out for two weeks. “How long-“

“Why— you wanna know *hic* so bad—“

“Because- sorry I'm just worried why you are alone, that’s all…”

“Cono— (Y/n)— *sniff* im sorry—“

“Miguel-“

“Why you- even called monster like me— *hic* anyway…”

“Mig-“

‘Beep beep beep…’

She brought the phone out of her ear and almost checked contacts again before she saw 15 unread messages from Miguel.

You looked horrified at the messages you just saw, you looked at miles and he was still fast asleep, you quietly got your clothes on and walked out of the door…

— time skip—

While the elevator went up everything felt silent, even when you turned around and checked the view of the hall, the big screens plastered Miguel and you fell out of a portal…

You sighed, when the elevator became dark and the door behind you opened, you walked through the opened door and went through the end of the hall and knocked on the metal door.

It was silent until the door opened and the smell of heavy alcohol went through your nose, the smell of sadness went through your veins, you looked on the hovering floor and Miguel was nowhere to be found, then she lower her head to a large couch and there lay Miguel on his back, he was wearing gray sweatpants with a plain black jacket, his body slightly twitches from his hiccups. (Y/n) rushed over and tried to lift him a little to make him sit in a sitting position.

“No—“ Miguel whines

“Why didn’t you sleep on your side, you could’ve-“

“Drowned— *hic* why- you care—“

“Miguel why- god what happened between the 2 weeks that passed…”

Miguel didn’t answer, “Miguel, what happened.”

“I—“

He paused for a second, then sat up quickly, “Miguel you gonna puke if you sit up that fast.”

“Leave— *hic* please—“

“Miguel what the hell happened!” Your tone was furious.

“Leave-“ he gagged a little, which made you panicked so you got up rushing for a small trash can in the bathroom, and rushed it to Miguel, right when he got the trash bucket he hauled in it, while he was throwing up, you noticed his his weight has lowered, he has bags under his eyes and when you looked back at the coffee table, there was 4 bottles of whiskey on it.

“How long have they been sitting there…”

“…”

Miguel's computer spoke up suddenly instead of Lyla.

“THOSE BOTTLES BEEN SITTING THERE FOR APPROXIMATELY 4 HOURS AGO, MIGUEL O’HARA AKA SPIDER MAN 2099 WEIGHT HAS RAPIDLY DECREASED OVER THE PASS TWO WEEKS; USE TO WEIGHT 310 IBS, NOW WEIGHT, 265 IBS, HE LOSE 45 POUNDS OVER THE PASS 2 WEEKS.”

then the computer shut off again. Miguel put the trash can down, and took one of the whiskey bottles then took a small sip of cherry whiskey to get the awful taste in his mouth. Then replaced it back.

“Miguel…”

“…”

“Miguel-“

“Why— do you care about a monster like me—“

“Because you saved me Mig.”

“*hic* I raped you, don’t you understand that—“

“Mig-“

“I hurt you— I—“

Suddenly his eyes turned red and his claws showed, his left arm was on the sofa’s back and the right was around his stomach region, he moved his right to his throat, the tip of his fingers were sharp, his left hand started to dig in the back cushion.

“Mig- don’t—“

“Don’t what, (Y/n), I’m a monster—“

“And things like me are not supposed to love or care— *hic* “they only hurt or kill people they protect—“

“They deserve to-“

Suddenly you move his arm and rush in his arms and hug him. “You're wrong— just stop-!”

“(Y/n)-“

“Stop talking— please…”

Miguel’s claws disappeared and his eyes went to his normal eye color and hugged back. It was silent for a couple minutes until…

*sniff*

Miguel cried on your shoulder, his body quivered, and hugged you a little tighter. You both hugged for 30 minutes until you spoke up.

“You didn’t do anything to me, Miguel, you made me feel safe, like I wasn’t trapped, like I know I’m going to be ok even after all this fucked up things that happen to me and you…”

“..”

“You're a very handsome and kind man to be around, even when I was your assistant, you were always so protective around me.”

Miguel lightly chuckled.

“And Mr O’hara, i-“

Miguel moved his face and gave a slightly sloppy kiss on your cheek.

Which surprised you.

“Just call me Miguel, mi Bella chica, te necesito… (my beautiful girl, I need you)

“Querida… (darling)”

You moved in and kiss him, his mouth and tongue taste like sweet cherry whiskey, you sat on his lap and hugged him close, each time you curled your tough in his mouth, he moaned slightly, but sometimes his body jumps from his hiccups, his moans slightly groans, you let go for a sec to get some air but to also check up on him.

“Mmmhhh— *hic*” he groaned afterwards.

“Does it hurt?”

“It’s starting to- *hic*” he squeezed his eyes in pain.

“We can stop if ya-“

“No—“ Miguel whine’s and slowly grabs your hips closer to his lap.

“Ok, sweet thing…”

And you started to make out with him again, but you wanted more of him, so you let go between his moans and with his cute confused face, he was about ask why you stop but you started to take your shirt off and you were in your bra, Miguel was surprised, but then he got worried, when you started with you pants, he stopped you, and you looked back at him confused.

“Are you sure about- *hic* this?”

“Miguel I trust you, I feel safe when I’m around you. So. I want you to be my first- well second- but we don’t count that-“

“Ok, mi amor…”

Miguel let go of you and you started to unbutton your pants, and pulled them off, you then looked at him, he was laying on the sofa, waiting for you even when his body slightly shakes from painful hiccups, you removed your panties and moved his sweats and boxers.

His dick was slightly erect, but she can fix that, “Miguel~”

Miguel looked back at you, “hmmm?”

“Rule 1, you can’t touch me, if you do, I won’t make you have a good time~”

“Are there others?”

“Rule 2 final, I’ll tell you when to cum~”

“(Y/n)~ darling~”

Before he could say anything else, (Y/n) put her clit on the tip of his dick, and started rubbing back and forth, playing or toying with him, he was starting to leak pre-cum, Miguel almost touched you but then moved his hands on the sofa.

“Amor-“

She grabbed his dick and put it in her hole, she moaned quietly but it was heavenly in Miguel’s ears, his claws were back and they were digging into the sofa, he was trying so hard not to touch her delicious hips, she put both her hands on his chest, “relax sweetheart, your so stiff~” he was slowly trying to relax until you went up and down rapidly in smooth motion, you quivered each second you slammed his dick, Miguel moan with pleasure each time you ram him.

“Miguel~”

Yes—“

Before he can speak again you suddenly stopped.

“Miguel~”

“Hmmm~”

“Are you a good boy~”

Miguel redden up, “sweet-“

Before he could say anything, you went in circles while slowly going up and down with your tight pussy…

Miguel gasp, then moaned

“Are you a good boy, Miggy~”

“I—“

She suddenly went forward while he was inside of her. His dick was painfully hard.

“Are you~ Miggy~”

“Yes—“ he lightly whines

“Louder Miggy~”

“Yes!-“

She squeezed her pussy down, which gave him a small groan, “louder~~”

Yes—! I’m *hic* a good boy— please- can I~”

“Yes~”

He couldn’t hold it, he let go of the sofa and slightly dug his claws into your hips, your tight pussy was filled with cum, which you whine with pressure, he rolled his head back and looked back at you and thrust up, which made you moan louder which was music to his ears. (Y/n) lowers her chest to Miguel’s, and kiss him again

Between more soft kisses was “i love you’s” and “I adore you’s”…

—- time skip (till morning) —

Miguel woke up first and saw you in his arms… he remembered everything that happened last night. The kissing, the gentle sweet sex to a more lustful…

“Miguel?”

“Sorry that I woke you, sweet amor…”

“It’s ok, love…”

They were silent for a bit, until…

“I’ll always be by your side mig…”

“…”

“Don’t forget that…”

“I won't, my sweet querido….”

#miguel o'hara #miguel x y/n #Miguel o’hara angst #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman fanfiction #spiderman spiderverse fanfiction #y/n fanfic #y/n fanfiction #fanficton #peter b parker #I don’t know Spanish but at least I have Spanish friends to help #bottom miguel o'hara

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callivich · 6 months

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Calli! Tell me about Ian and Mickey's first night in the apartment?

Oooh, ages ago I actually wrote two fics about this: ficlet 1 and ficlet 2. I hadn’t read either since I wrote them but going back and rereading, I actually mostly think this would be what happened. (I can’t remember but I’m thinking I sorta wrote these with the idea that Ian didn’t sign the lease without Mickey’s knowledge.)

I like no.1 a bit more so I think maybe that’s sorta what happens? I think they both find it strange and there’s anxieties there, lurking in their minds. But they know it’ll be ok. I feel like they have to get used to good things and life being good. And the first night is very weird in a way because it’s obviously a new start for them. They can be safe and alone and comfortable in together for the first time and it’s weird but they’ll get used to it.

I can just so clearly see them cuddling up close on that air mattress that probably squeaks every time one of them moves, whispering to each other, being open and honest in the darkness, knowing that this is a huge step. An important one. They’ve got a place together, they’re married. They’re in a place they may have fantasised about over the years but thought would, never ever happen. They’re gonna build a home together. It must seem overwhelming after everything they’ve gone through to be in a new apartment when something like that seemed impossible at times.

Anyway, it’s soft and sweet, just them enjoying the moment, getting used to the fact that this good life they’ve got? It’s real. The wild sex happens in the morning and they pop that air mattress, so they spend the next day bed shopping 😅

I also wrote a fic about bed shopping if you’re interested! 💖

#gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #ian x mickey #headcanon #calli talks

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boogiewrites · 1 year

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Seeing Stars Pt. 24

The second half of the third date. It's fluffy smut. It's making love. It's eye contact and praise and I love you's while Eddie's inside her.

Oh yeah, NSFW. Content: Making love. (oral f receiving, P in V sex missionary (for the first time!!)) Still dirty talk tho. Praise kink who? Her.

Loud and giggling Eddie and Star stumbled into her trailer together. With a quick sweep from both parties, the place was heated, lit, and a certain ambiance with her mix tape and incense was been achieved.

She stood and shifted, wrinkling her nose, becoming aware of just how sweaty she’d gotten on their adventure. Her jacket was hung and stuffed into a tiny closet quickly as it was the most cumbersome. Then off came the muddy boots to sit by the door until she wanted to deal with them.

“I think I’m gonna wash off. I’m far stickier than I anticipated.” she smacked her lips.

“Running through the forest escaping wild beasts will do that.” He grinned. Her stomach rumbled as she reached for the buttons on her dress. “It’ll make you hungry too.” He moved to open her cabinets after glancing down at her stomach.

“I am.” She put her hands on her belly and frowned, now acutely aware she was lacking in fuel.

“How about you hop in. I’ll make us a sandwich. Then we switch.”

“Would you? I’d love that.” She said with slumped shoulders and thankful eyes.

“I will happily do that. If!” He smirked and reached for her wrist to pull her in and she acted reluctant to do so but quickly shoved her face into the soft fabric of the tight shirt he’d worn under his sweater. She took an indulgent inhale with her nose pressed to his chest.

“If what?” She sighed without moving. His hands rubbed her back, her hair staticy from the now absent knitted hat she’d worn.

“If you let me take your clothes off for you.” His voice dipped into something soft and honey-sweet. She blinked and looked up at him, his face pleasantly neutral, awaiting a response.

“Take them off for me?” Her head tilted as he raised a hand to stroke the hair from her face.

“It’s something I’ve seen in movies a lot, read in books. A couple comes home and the wife takes off her jewelry and asks her husband to unzip her dress and helps her get out of her heels." he had a faraway look in his eye. "I’ve always wanted to try that. I thought it looked like it’d feel nice.”

“ I’ve never done that either.” She looked around thoughtfully. “You know…” she said happily “I’m really glad you mentioned this. I’ve got to remember to share thoughts like that with you.” She nodded and stood, looking at her dress as if wondering where to start. He stood back just enjoying the view.

“You got one you wanna share?” He approached only after she popped the first button on her dress front.

“Not right now.” Her voice was quiet even though it didn’t have to be. Watching his skilled hands work to unbutton each calico circle down the front of her dress bewitched her. She got to stare as much as she wanted, watching his rings glint and calluses drag across the soft fabric. Pale and vascular were the theme for his hands that carried through his body. She wanted to touch him, feel the hardness under those soft well loved clothes from lean functional, not vanity, muscle.

She looked at him, eyes dark and focused, lips pouted ever so slightly and as soft as the expression he wore. He kneeled as if it were a natural thing to do, bowing at her feet and making her cheeks flush at the sight. He finished every button, her dress now open, exposing her pinched-in waist from tights and the shapely tight turtle neck. He rose again, taking the dress off her and laying it across the back of a chair. He didn’t know where to go next. Reveal her buttery soft thighs or see his next two favorite girls apart from her. As was usual, the girls one. He dusted the hair off her shoulders before his fingers, now warm and nimble against her skin, pulled at the hem exposing a black bra. He didn’t focus on it, that wasn’t his intent. He wanted that intimacy of taking care of someone. He wanted to show his partner he could dote on her and be that romantic lead she deserved. He held her sleeve as she tugged her arm out, then gathered up the cowled neck and helped her quickly and almost gracefully pop it off her head. Her head was a fluff of natural texture. Now appearing so much smaller to him in only a bra and tights, which lived up to the name as they squeezed her soft middle into an exaggerated hourglass.

“I might need some help with these.” His fingertips were playing politely and light on her rounded hips.

“I’ll roll them down and you can pull.” She said with a smile, enjoying how gentle his hands were and even more so his eyes. She swallowed audibly when he dropped to his knees again. He nodded, hands at the ready to take over as hers made the first pair roll down her hips. He kept them going, a hand down her calf to point her toes before plucking the knit from her body. The pair under were stretchier, he hooked his fingers into the elastic, not intimidated by the intimate bare skin they sunk into as they fought against the fleshy curves. Her middle clad in black panties was revealed like a curtain being drawn back on a stage, front and center. He only lingered long enough for her to notice and pet his hair affectionately. He quickly resumed his task and again, fingers firm to the back of her leg, confident to touch her as they were peeled away. She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Her body ached for a moment, now free from its confines.

“Those don’t hurt you, do they?” He asked, brow concerned as he whispered his fingertips across the red indentations on her legs and up to her waist. She stuttered as he put his hands around her and kissed the lines that ran along the fine hair that ran down below her belly button.

“No, they don’t hurt. It’s from pressure, like sleeping on a blanket and waking up with lines on your face.”

“Good.” He whispered and kissed the offending lines. He slowly rose, moving her hair from her shoulders, giving him a view of her neck and collarbones, seeing the hidden places he’d missed. She let him take his time, and decide on what he wanted the next move to be. His large hands held her shoulders and rubbed. She let out a happy sigh and shut her eyes. She felt his body press to hers, warmth covering her bare skin. His hands smoothed her hair, then cupped her face with tender strokes of his fingers on her cheek and jaw. She kept her eyes shut, soaking in how good it could feel to be touched like this by someone. His lips met hers just as light as the hands on her face. “I don’t want to take anything else off. I’m sure I’d ruin the moment if I did.” She felt him smile against her lips, she put her hands on his wrists.

“That was really nice.” She nodded and opened her eyes to see him looking very much like the puppy nickname she’d given him. Large eyes begging so openly but looking so happy.

“It was. Thanks for letting me do that.”

“The offers open anytime.” She kissed his thumb as it brushed by her mouth. “I’m new to being touched like that.”

“Softly?”

“Thoughtfully.” She said instead as he pondered her choice of words, finding that he liked them. “Softness is part of it. I can feel your intentions when you touch me like that. Almost like your palms are humming and I can feel the care, the… love when you go slow like that.”

“Is that… good?” He asked with the puppy mode fully activated.

“It’s the best.” She reassured him and tiptoed to kiss him. “It makes me feel so close to you. All that love and tenderness it’s filling me up to the brim and I feel like it’ll start seeping out of my pores. It’s too much but it doesn’t hurt anymore. Like I’ll burst at the seams when you make me feel loved like that. It’s different from telling me. Which I also adore. Physical contact not automatically being about sex is new for me. I want to feel that more. I think that’s what I want to ask for.”

“Intimacy.” He said knowingly. Her eyes brightened and she nodded enthusiastically.

“Exactly! That’s what I was trying to say. I want to be more intimate with you. And I don’t mean that as a way to say have sex. Even though yes that’s extremely intimate. I mean the physical touching, the sharing our thoughts, caring for each other.” she spoke quickly, hands rolling in explanation as she tried to get her already understood point across.

“I know what you mean, baby.” He laid on the softness thick with a deep voice and a soft press of his lips to hers. He saw her shoulder slump contently again. “You go wash off and we’ll focus on that tonight. We’ll get in bed and just… enjoy each other’s company.”

“Perfect.” She said with a sigh.

She hopped into a not-yet-hot shower, hair pulled up to keep it from getting soaked. She opted for the quick once over, looking down in surprise when her fingers went to pay attention to the parts she was trying not to think about being loved on by the boy currently trying to throw together a sandwich for her. She hadn’t realized she’d gotten wet from him touching her like that, but as she removed the evidence she contemplated and decided that her body knew better than she did. It made sense that someone showing their love would make her body react. Even if it wasn’t overtly sexual, her body wanted him for the simple reason of showing her tenderness. Perhaps she should listen to her body more.

Eddie hadn’t even finished the sandwich by the time she slunk out of the tiny bathroom.

“That was fast.” He chuckled, still putting together her sandwich.

“Only went after the essentials. PTA.” He felt her smile as she put her arms around his waist from behind and nuzzled her face into his back.

“Almost done.” He chirped, spreading the condiments on her sandwich. His was beyond simple with a slice of cheese and a slap of meat. He’d gotten lettuce, tomato, and condiments out for hers.

“No rush.” She sighed, rubbing her face into his shirt.

He smiles before even seeing her, turning in her arms as she didn’t let go.

“You’re being a little kitty cat tonight.” He teased affectionately. “Rubbing your face on me for food.”

“Feel like one.” She smiled softly before letting him go. He stepped away, reaching over to grab his sandwich, and shucking his shirt off unceremoniously. He had a mouthful already, looking back to her as she held hers like a squirrel and took a bite. “You taking that in the shower with you?” She laughed as he shook his pants off his legs.

He nodded, teeth sunk into the soft bread and grinning as he hopped. He took another bite, ripping it off and growling like a dog as she chuckled and watched him stumble into the bathroom. Star barely finished her food, becoming preoccupied with the vibe of the room. She left a few candles going, safe on her altar. All the lights were off, curtains drawn and blankets piled into the bed. The smell of her soap caught her nose as she followed it to a nearly naked Eddie. His hair was damp but not wet, having attempted to not get it soaked while he balanced and scrubbed his junk, telling himself he wasn’t being dumb for expecting them to sleep together. It had been an emotional day and he thought she might not want to, he knew she was tired. But she’d been far worse and demanded sex anyway before. So he stood in a towel around his hips, taking in the change in ambiance with the lights and candles. Star crossed the few steps between them and inhaled, nose pushing his chest.

“I wish my stuff smelled as good on me as it does you.” She groaned and ran her nose along his chest, before letting it fall in the crook of his arm by his armpit, he’d especially paid attention to them as the act of dragging everything through the woods alone and the mix of nerves and setting up had made him sweat buckets despite the cold air.

“It does. Just depends on who you ask.” He let out a little giggle as she rubbed her face into his pit before pulling away with a laugh.

“Something about you and that musk together is…” she let out a sigh, stepping back and chewing her lip, considering her words. “We’re supposed to say what we’re thinking now so… it makes me want to sink my teeth into you. Hold you down and unhinge my jaw like a snake and bite down.” Eddie's eyes widened, not giving away if he was intrigued or repulsed. “You smell really good and it turns me on. Is that what a normal person would’ve said”. She laughed at herself and rubbed her forehead. She used to be so smooth. Now look at her. Eddie however had a certain charm to him, that was hard to deny. But smooth had never been used to describe him.

“I prefer the weird version.” He admitted with a grin, nose scrunched. “I’ll share too.” He offered and his hand went to shove into pockets that weren’t there. “You look…” he chuckled and tucked his hair behind his ear. “Like I want to unhinge my jaw and eat you in this robe.” Star in her own weird little heart was touched by the sentiment. The smile that grew on her face proved it. “Anytime you wear anything satin like that it gets me going, to be honest. That robe..” he wagged his finger at her. “In particular makes you look so good.”

“It’s just a bathrobe?” She looked down at herself, fingers grabbing the tied sash around the middle.

“That’s where you’re wrong, sweetheart.” He approached a bit more confidently. “That robe tells me a few things but just being worn. That you’re naked under it. Which, hell yes. Then I can see if you’re cold or… possibly turned on by how your…” he swallowed. “Nipples press against the fabric like that when they’re hard. It tells me that touching you would feel even better than normal because… well, you know that pair of panties you gave me?”

“The satin ones?” She smirked.

“One in the same.” He chuckled. “Now I know what they feel like against my…” he looked away and grinned. “Skin. And I know how good that feels and it makes me want to touch you. Really bad.”

“Yeah?” She batted her lashes at him.

“You also just look incredible in it. Duh. That goes without saying. I hope! You've got the legs on display and the…” he made grabby hands to his chest. “Girls look fan-fucking-tastic, babe. When you’re cold they get all tight and your nipples are hard and they…” he groaned and rubbed his face. “Sorry I’m just… you’re hot!” He threw his hands up and laughed, letting them plop to his sides. “I don’t wanna come on too strong. I know you’re tired and we’ve had a hell of a day and I don't want to assume anything.”

“It’s okay.” She said with a shake of her head and closing the small space between them. With her hands to his bare sides, she spoke softly, candidly. “You’re right. It has been. And I did want to focus on us simply being together. Enjoying being together physically again and emotionally. I wanted to rest and touch you and talk.” She sighed contently, fingers running up and down his ribs. “But I certainly wouldn’t say that any assumptions that we might get physical in a sexual way tonight were wrong. I missed you, Eddie.” She looked up at him with a crooked smile and he leaned in to kiss her, cup her round little face and mush it with a grunt.

“I missed you too. We’ll get in bed and whatever happens, happens. Kay?”

With one candle left, just enough light to see what was going on in front of you and not any further enveloped them in a lovely dark bubble as they entangled themselves. Star got in first, Eddie avoiding looking at her nude frame as she held the covers up for him. He slid in, easily notching a thigh between hers, setting the pillows to put his arms around her and hers around his head to lay nose to nose. His hand naturally landed in the valley of her lower back, avoiding any suggestive areas.

“It’s felt so cold without you in bed with me. And I know the nights are getting warmer. I don’t think it was entirely about sharing body heat.”

“I know what you mean. I don’t sleep as well without you. I worry about you when you’re not around.” She kissed the bulb of his nose, hand already stroking his cheek and into his hairline, causing his eyelids and defenses to lower.

“I remember when we started doing this. Sleeping with each other. With clothes on.” She added with a smile. “It felt so good to have someone touch me and not be afraid it meant they expected something from me. I’d needed a friendly touch. I wanted to cry some of those first nights together. A good cry.”

“Oh, baby.” He cooed and scooted up to kiss her forehead, holding her to him, putting her face into his neck. “It was so nice, wasn’t it? Being able to feel like someone wanted you around. They didn’t mind touching you, they acted like they wanted to. I felt like crying too. It meant a lot to me, Star. Still does.”

“I guess now it isn’t as weird to try to spend our nights together. I’m glad we have the option to.”

“If I had my way I’d sleep with you every night.”

“One day, we can have a place together and we won’t have to worry about where we’re sleeping. All our stuff in one place. Together.”

“In the meantime, I guess I’ll buy two toothbrushes.” He grinned and kissed her cheek.

“Is Wayne gonna get sick of me? I’ll keep my stuff in your room. I won’t girl your place up.” She smiled as he started returning the tender touches and rubbing his fingers through her hair.

“No way, he loves you to death, you kidding? I think he likes you more than me now.” He joked and she softly pinched his side where he acted as if she’d stabbed him.

“Good.” She mumbled and nuzzled into his neck. “Because I like staying at your place too. We didn’t have to come here tonight, we could’ve gone back to yours if you wanted.”

“I wanted to take you where you’d be most comfortable tonight. I wanted you to be able to fully relax.” she nodded and hummed, a kiss to his neck in appreciation. “Plus I missed this bed. You sink right into it.”

“Good for snuggling close.”

“Very good.” he smiled, fingers stroking through her hair as he held her to him. She felt him worry at his lips with his teeth, his jaw moving against her temple. “I did want to try something. If you wouldn’t mind. If you don’t want to, I totally understand, but I thought maybe… it’d be a good night for it. It might not be, shit. I feel bad asking now.” he got into his head as she saw his frown, raising to meet his already apologetic eyes.

“You don’t know unless you ask.” she shrugged and laid her head on the pillow, nearly nose to nose with him. “The worst I can say is no.” His nose twitched and he nodded subtly.

“Since we were sharing things we wanted to do, I wanted to see if you would be willing to try me laying on top of you again. The last time we did you had a, uh panic attack. If you aren’t ready that’s totally fine! Tell me no, please.” with high brows and raised on his elbow he put his hand on her arm to reassure her he was okay with her saying no.

“You want to lay on me?” it came out more like a statement, her body language not directly opposed to the idea.

“I thought if you got used to it, in baby steps, ya know, it might help. Because I want to be close to you and that’s the one way I know to get as close to you as possible.” He watched her eyes blink in thought, no signs of fear on her face as she casually tilted it to the side.

“I think we can do that, yeah.” she finally nodded, a pleasant soft expression rolling to her back fully, now looking down and trying to figure out how she should lay.

“You sure?” he asked with high brows, eyes up at her as he nodded her direction.

“I wouldn’t say yes if I wasn’t. It’s a good idea.” she insisted, holding the covers up. He delicately moved her leg to move between them, tucking the covers back in around them.

“This okay?” he asked again, sliding his body against hers, his thighs pushing her legs up where they loosely rested bent and by his hips. He hovered over her face, pushing back her hair to check on her.

“Baby,” she said with a smile, almost amused. “It’s you.” she held his face in her hands. “You asked first. And I feel safe with you. I can do this.” she whispered a promise and he gave her a soft kiss in response. He wrapped an around her, as he shifted his weight to one hip, putting them at a slight tilt, just to take the pressure off her.

“I’ve wanted to lay like this for the longest time,” he admitted sheepishly. “You always hear people talk about missionary being boring. But I don’t think it is. It’s the closest you can get to someone. You’re in each other's face, you can see everything. When it’s done right I don’t think it’s boring at all.”

“I think people who think that aren’t doing it with the right person. Or, I mean, with emotions involved and letting yourself be honest about it. Because you know what’s really kinky? Emotional intimacy.” she giggled and he laughed, kissing her cheek and letting his face resting on her chest, his hair filling her senses with a lovely smell.

“Kinkiest thing I’ve ever done is fall in love.” he shared her laugh and squeezed her. “You ever snuggled with someone you love? Shit is wild!” his voice cracked at his comedic insistence as they lay together laughing.

“It is. It’s somehow fulfilling like sex. I mean sex that doesn’t have the emotions attached. It’s always been about the physical with me before and now I’m finding there is so much more to it when you put yourself out there. Like we’ve been doing ya know?”

“There’s more to being with someone than getting off.”

“I’ve never had anyone like that before. I feel so out of my element. I mean you were there the first time we had sex.” she snorted.

“I was.” he grinned.

“I was all about it. Into it as hell. I was in control, and confident. All that shit and now laying here under you I feel like, well maybe not a virgin but I feel very inexperienced. I’m nervous.” she admitted hiding her face as he grabbed her hand and refused.

“What are you nervous about?”

“Not in a bad way. Excited I guess? Just laying here is bliss, sex with you now is going to be different and I don’t know how I’ll handle it. I’m letting you lay with me like this, and I’m not full of dread. But of course, I’m not. I love you.” she spoke casually with a smile that made him feel fuzzy. “It was always about control, everything negative. With you it’s not, I can let you be on top and know you’ll take care of me. That it won’t hurt. I trust you.”

“That means more to me than I even know how to say, baby.” he let out a nervous huff, his cheeks blushing. “For the record, I trust you too.”

“Good.” she nodded and kissed him softly. “Thanks for asking for this. I think it’s a good milestone to cross. I think last time I was too wound up and caught off guard. But now I’m ready.”

“So if we… when we do have sex again I can try it like this?” he asked so delicately, his nose bumped into hers, pressing her against him as he asked. She hummed and smiled.

“I’m very interested in seeing just how close we can get. I want to do it this way. It feels very… soft with you.”

“I want to show you soft. You deserve soft. I want to be that with you. For you.”

“You are.” She hummed. “You've already done a lot of firsts by just doing this. It might’ve been this position that triggered me before but it was never close or soft or like this. There weren’t kisses and pets or perfect noses touching mine.” She smiled and nuzzled one of her favorite things about his face. As if every part of him wasn’t somehow her favorite.

“You like my nose?” he snorted out a laugh.

“Love your nose.” she kissed the top of it and he gave her a full double dimple, cheesy smile in return. “These dimples.” she cooed and kissed his cheeks, only making them deepen. “Don't get me started on these big beautiful puppy eyes.” she hummed and he fluttered his lids shut, letting her kiss them gently. His hands moved on her body, stroking at her bare skin, repaying her for the attention. “And these pouty lips.” she pressed a kiss, softly, lingering for a moment. She stayed within a breath of him, as he began looking her over, countless things he loved about her being gazed upon. “Don’t ever cut your hair.” she said with a grin, lips hovering over his, keeping close but a hand carding through his revamped curls from the humidity in the shower.

“You like it?” He sounded as if he wasn’t sure.

“I love it.” Star couldn’t help that she sank her hand into the warm curls and squeezed a handful. “Suits you.” She said quietly, “Rockstar.” He let out a vulnerable dumb little laugh that was rare. “I love that you look so big and bad but you’re such a soft baby for me.”

“Don’t tell anyone.” He smiled with shut eyes, eyes rolling in their sockets and mouth open from Stars light tugs and nails on his scalp. His voice was breathy and raspy, due to clear his throat.

“I really love your voice though.” She hummed, kissing his Adam’s apple.

“Ugh god I hate it.” He freely admitted. “I'm in my 20s it shouldn’t crack so much. Wish it was deeper.” He felt her smile against the lump in his throat.

“It doesn’t crack as much as you think it does. And it’s plenty deep. Especially when we’re-“ she stops and giggles, pausing to consider her next words, her lips wanting to keep their contact with his throat.

“When we’re what?” He smirks, dimples showing. When she squeezes his hair from the root he groans and chuckles. It was throaty and deep and warm. She lay an indulgent lippy kiss on his jaw.

“You sound extremely manly and hot when you’re turned on. You just don’t notice it.” She lay her head back on the pillow, letting his head fall in its natural way, no longer slightly tilted back from her mischievous grasp. “I like your voice whether it cracks or not. It’s cute if you get all excited and it breaks. Very cute.” She held his cheeks in her hands. “And it’s very not cute when it dips down and talks to me all sweet.” A raise of her brows told him what she meant as the alternate to not cute.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, baby.” He croons in the voice she referred to.

“Love it when you call me baby.” Her cheeks blush with the admission, apples rising to make her eyes shut with a smile and a sigh.

“I like it too.” He leaned down to kiss her cheek. “Calling you that and you calling me that.” He ran the tip of his nose against hers. “Cause I’m gonna take care of you, Star. You’re my baby girl.”

”I’m all yours. baby boy.” She let a hand play in his curls that fell over his shoulder.

“Only mine.” His voice tilted to something a touch desperate.

“Only yours.”

“How about these lips? These mine?” He cheesed and kissed her.

“Yours.”

“And these pretty collarbones?”

“Mmm hmm.” she hummed as he leaned in to kiss the hollows on her chest.

“And this entirely too pristine neck?”

“Yours.”

“I want to mark what’s mine.” He whispered, his nose trailing up to her ear.

“You want me to tattoo your name on my neck?” She joked.

“Yes.” He nodded in her throat, she could feel his smile and subtle laugh laughs huff out against her skin. “But I'd settle for marking up this gorgeous skin with hickeys.”

“I let you even before we were together. It’s your right to now.” She arched her neck and gave it to him willingly.

“God it got me so hot seeing you with my hickeys on you in public.” He doesn’t indulge yet, but leans in to feel her skin under his lips, and smell her hair draped over her shoulder.

“I know, baby.” She smiles and stroked his back with a light scrape of her nails. “It’s why I let you do it. You loved it so much. Making sure everyone stayed away.”

“I wasn’t going to chance it. You were mine.”

“I liked it too.” She sighed. “Watching you prickle up like a wolf and stand up straight, puff up, and glare. God, I love it when you get that territorial look on your face.” Her eyes rolled back behind their lids, she couldn’t help it. She could admit her more embarrassing turn on's now. She never thought being marked as off-limits by someone would do it for her. She wondered what other things she’d find out she was open to now.

“You like belonging to me? I’ll take real good care of you, baby. Promise.”

“I do. But only you.” he kissed her throat and shoulder, languid and lazy, not trying to mark her yet, merely making her feel good. “You can suck a nice, dark love bite on me if you want. I won’t even wear anything to cover it.” He raised to make a point to look into her eyes.

“Really?” His brows arched up most pitifully with awe.

“I’ll wear something nice and low cut for you. You get to see my tits and growl at anyone else who looks.” She smiled but a simmering sinister undertone was clear. She brushed his hair back softly, sweeter than her words were turned. She knew what Eddie wanted to hear. “Stand all tall and proud with your arm around me, brushing my hair off my shoulder so everyone knows who’s taking me to bed every night.” His eyes shut and a long exhale escapes his flared nostrils. She felt his body stir against hers.

“If I hadn’t jerked off before our date I'd be inside you right now for saying that.” He grinned something boyish and charming with his honesty.

“I did too.” She admitted with a second of a giggle. “I knew I’d only be thinking about sex if I didn’t.”

“I’m thinking about a lot of things.” He smirked and kissed her. “Right now how good you’re gonna look with that neck tattoo.” He grinned before moving back in, one hand to her jaw and his lips beginning to move more harshly against her.

“Maybe not a neck tattoo. But I’d get one for you.” She says it so lightly he pauses and wonders if he heard her right.

“I’d get one for you.” He offered with a tender kiss on her cheek.

“You could mark me forever then.” She makes such a sweet sound as she nuzzles into his touch his chest hurts for a moment.

“I’ll start with a temporary one tonight.” He whispered before latching on. His full lips made the perfect seal. His tongue lapped against the sore muscle underneath, he handled the delicate flesh expertly. Soon a fresh love bite was flush in the bend of her neck. “Perfect.” He sighed, kissing his way to her shoulder then working across her upper chest. He could feel her heart hitting against her ribs beneath the soft mass of her chest. He let his lips linger and sense her pulse, letting himself tune into her frequency and sync. “You need one here too.” His voice was taking on the deeper tone she liked as she shivered at the sound. “Need to make sure everyone sees.” He mumbled into the weight of her chest as he kissed down to the center crease, his hand behaving and not groping at her but his lips were being blatantly disrespectful to balance it out.

“Do it. Anywhere you want, baby.” She gifted him, her hand on the back of his head, cradling him against her. He didn’t wait this time, taking to the inside of her breast and sucking. She sighed and pet his head like he were one of her cats, relaxing against his warm taught hands and doting mouth. He made small hungry sounds against her, feeling her jiggle against his face. After another mark was left he dragged his tongue over it, soothing it like an animal. He planted kisses over the sinking softness of her breasts, never staying too long, nose grazing over the hard bud of her nipple purposely to tease her. Sloppy kisses followed down her sternum, his body prowling backward over her now, hands on her waist as he groaned into her belly button, rubbing his face on her plush stomach. “You’re god damn perfect.” He groaned, kissing the rise of the bottom of her ribs, now rising and falling faster as he moved lower down her body. ”If you wear one of those sexy little, tiny tight shirts you’ll need one here so they can see.” He muttered through open mouth kisses and leaving another mark near her hip bone. Star's toes were clenching, pawing at the bed as she contained herself, her body reviving up with energy as he poured his affections over her. Two strong hands covered her hips, divots where his fingertips gripped her curves as he nursed at her skin. Once he deemed himself finished he traveled across her lower stomach, muscles twitching as he dotted along the line of her pubic hair. From hip to hip he lapped and nipped, following an invisible line down her hip to the crease of her thigh, probing his tongue into the warmth with a noisy kiss as she let out a little gasp at being touched in these sensitive areas again. He nestled his whole face right into her center, moaning and kissing the full, conditioned bush she kept. He took a deep inhale and moaned in the exhale, arms wrapping tightly around her hips. “Fuck, I missed you.” He admitted, his cheek mushed into her thick mound as he looked up at her.

“I missed you too.” She sounded small to him, something dainty he needed to cherish and protect.

“Is this… good? Me touching you like this.”

“You know it is.” Her smile was warm and her eyes soft.

“I didn’t want to be too forward if it wasn’t wanted.”

“I’ll tell you to stop if I want you to. Always. Promise.” She touched his cheek gently before pushing his hair out of his face. They shared an adoring smile. He went back to nuzzling, eventually finding his way to her other thigh without directly touching any of the throbbing parts of her.

“If you wear shorts…” he said with big eyes on hers as he bit into her thick thigh.

“It’s April, I won’t be wearing shorts” she laughed, and he groaned as her chest bounced.

“Just in case.” He says with a nod before mushing into the front of her thigh. “Gotta make sure.” He panted, a glimpse of the mental state he was slowly giving over to with his wet blood-filled lips and bubble gum tongue as strained as his voice. His hands made their way under her, holding up the weight of her thighs to ask for them to spread as he lowered down to the bed flat and kissed her inner thighs. She twitched and whined, ticklish. He smiled crookedly with a mashed cheek into the soft of her velvety thighs and worked down from rubbing together near her nest of hair that matched that on her head.

“Are you-?” She began, speaking without putting much thought beyond it as his eyes turned up to meet hers. He stopped kissing her inner thighs and waited for her to finish. “I wanted to know if you were going to… continue with this. Or if your intentions were purely affection and no… action?” She raspberries out at her spacey choice of words and it made Eddie chuckle and kiss her skin. “Did you wanna fuck or were you just loving on me?” She reiterated with more confidence and a chesty laugh.

“What do you want?” he kissed her thigh, lips moving against her skin as he spoke, dark eyes set on hers.

“I asked you first.” She smirked.

“Damn. You got me.” He bit into her thigh and she squeaked. He quickly kissed it better. “I didn’t have any plans on fucking you.” His answer surprised her and she wore it on her face. “I did however have plans on -and don’t you roll your eyes-“ he said with a grin and pausing. “Making love to you.” His voice lost its playfulness and a press of lips to her thighs made her stomach flutter. “I know you hate the phrase but I don’t plan on doing the same thing we’ve done before.” He was prepared to defend and debate.

“I don’t hate it.” She whispered, head propped on pillows and a shy smile, one hand lazy on her stomach.

“You don’t?” She shook her head.

“I wanted you to.” She admitted with a shift of her hips.

“The last time I went slow you didn’t seem too happy about it.” He teased and she chuckled, hiding her face for a moment.

“It’s all still new to me.” she pouted.

“Me too.” He kissed her thigh. Higher up. “I want to make you feel good.” Another higher-up. “I want to give you everything you ever wanted, baby.” He kissed the fluff of her hair between her legs. “Can I start with eating your perfect pussy?” He kissed the cleft of her lips. “Get you ready with my fingers. Get on top of you and hold you in my arms? I’ll make you cum and we can stay together as long as you want. I’ll stay inside you all night, baby.” She nodded, biting on her finger with flushed cheeks.

“Yes. Please.” A pause between the words knowing he wanted to hear permission but she also was open to letting him know just how badly she wanted to experience that.

He smiled, something in it new to her, something that made her smile back without thinking. His fingers traced down her slit, middle dipped between to feel her searing hot and wet just below the surface. She watched his face focus, a beautiful sight always and now an obscenely gorgeous one while looking at her glisten as he spread her lips to take his time and explore her.

“I want to be all romantic and shit but baby you’re so fucking wet already.” It was almost condescending.

“Can’t help it.” She mumbled and shifted her hips. He leaned in to plant a single kid to her clit. She let out a deep hum of appreciation.

“Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve got to touch you like this?” He asked with high empathetic brows, watching her hands move steadily closer to touch her chest.

“Too long.” She whined.

“Almost two months.” He said devastatingly, he kissed just to the right of clit. “Two months without you in my mouth, Star.” He groaned before putting his hot mouth around her clit, engulfing it. Her eyes rolled back shut and she whimpered, knees thinking about knocking together.

“I’m sorry.” She sounded so pitiful it brought an unexpected moan from Eddie’s chest that surprise him.

“Don’t apologize, baby. You don’t have to anymore. I’ve got you now. That’s all that matters.” He spoke as his lips and tongue lavished her clit and around it. He made out with her pussy with the patience of a saint for the task. Broad laps and strokes to tiny nibbles and hyper-focus on her clit. She was beginning to seep out onto the bedsheets with arousal and spit by the time his finger snuck its way to tease its entrance inside her with circles. She was trying to be patient, she really was. But the widespread attention over a stretched amount of time was making her begin to itch to make demands.

“So impatient.” He grinned as if he read her mind. But she’d been bucking her hips toward his hand unintentionally.

“I want more. I can’t help it.” She moped. “I want more of you, Eddie.” She attempted a call out to his need for belonging.

“You’ll get more. Don’t worry.” He kissed her thigh, his mouth slick. “Let it feel good. Don’t rush it. I want to spend days down here with your pussy, baby. Get used to it. It’s not about getting to the finish line as fast as possible right? So take a few deep breaths and relax. Eddie’s got you, just let it feel good.” Another kiss to her thigh as she took a deep breath as instructed and he felt the tense ring of muscle turn soft. “Good girl.” He praised with a push with a single finger. She let out another deep breath with a whimper, lips pouted and her brow drawn. She looked darling to him. Adorable and desperate.

He made her wait. A single finger which wasn’t nearly enough kept steady pressure that she craved as he skipped over her clit with his indulgent lips and tongue. He wanted to be formally introduced to every crease she had, and he’d made sure she was soaked and sucking him in before he’d go any further.

Two fingers then “It’s been too long, you're so tight. Did you miss me, baby?

“Yeah.” barely audible.

“Did you miss my cock?”

“Yeees. I thought about you every time I touched myself.”

“I fucked my fist and your panties every night moaning your name, Star. Missed you. Missed this gorgeous pussy. But she’s so tight baby, open up for me." he sank his fingers in as deep as he could, stretching them and curling to feel her out. "That’s it. That’s my good girl.”

“I want it so bad. It feels so good. It’s so hard to.”

“I know but you can do it, sweetheart.” He curled his fingers and pulled a moan from her. “You can do it for me can’t you baby?”

“Yes Eddie, please.”

“There she is. Fuck. Sucking me right in. You want it so bad.” he muttered, brain almost turned off, dialed in on the sensations.

“I want you so bad.” it was almost a cry. It was enough to make Eddie's chest ache.

“Sweet thing.” He focuses on her clit to get her closer almost to the edge, more sensitive so when he got inside her she'd feel even better. “You’ve been so good. So good for me baby.” HE kept his fingers steady, deep, and slow as he began to move. He kissed his way up her body, taking time to dote on her nipples with his greedy mouth, fingers still pressing inside her. She clasped her hands to his head, burying his face in her tits, her chest rising and falling quicker with every pass and bite. He grew sloppier with his mouth, more intent with his fingers. He breaks free with a pant, tongue lolled out and eyes blown black. He dives in as he crashes him into her, a deep kiss, tongue probing like his fingers still inside her, his hips pressed to her, a slow bob of her body as if he were fucking her as they moaned into the make out. Her legs spread, knees falling back and giving him access. He pulled away, her eyes still close and mouth still wanting as he did so. He looked down on her flushed face as it slowly blinked up at him, she giggled as his hair fell around them in a curtain, nose wiggling into the tickle of it on her face. She looked so happy. "This okay, baby?" he asked with a rasp, moving above her back and forth with the push of his hand. She nodded and grinned with a bitten lip, eyes rolling back and growing wetter around him. "Tell me." he whispered.

“So good, s’like you’re fucking me.” She focused, eyes on his as she reached up to touch his face, eyes roaming and admiring. “M’ getting close. You’re hitting that spot.”

“I know I am, baby.” He hooks into her hard, a test she passes by crying out suddenly and slapping her hands to his back and shoulders. “You want my cock now?” He withdraws his hand and pushes her hair off her face, checking in with her.

“Please. I’m ready.” She nods and lets her grip on him go. Sitting back on his feet, he pulls their hips together skin to skin. He moves her without much effort with his large hands that take a moment to run up her stomach and back down to stroke her shining center with his thumb. He chews his lips, watching her hold her legs back for him, toes and their brightly painted nails bobbing near his face. With one hand he stroked himself slowly, each pump making him harder as his fat head rubbed against her clit. In his other he took her by the calf, a soft kiss to it, then her ankle, giving her big toe a bite before she giggled and shook it free. He resituated her, angling her hips towards him. She watched how his hand engulfed most of her thigh, the metal of his rings hot as he opened her up to push inside. Star held her bottom lip between her teeth, anticipation clear in her bright eyes. With a lick of his lips, he parts hers with his sensitive head, mixing their arousal and nudging his way inside. His forearms slide past her thighs, heat from them moving to her bare ribs as he leaned over her, not sheathing himself but getting his top half comfortable.

“I want to look in your eyes tonight,” he said quietly, his hand moving up her stomach, calloused fingertips purposeful over her sensitive nipples before landing at their intended target on her face. He wanted to woo her, to make her feel so loved she could never doubt his words. “I wanna see those pretty eyes on mine alright?” he nuzzled his nose to hers. She nodded, lashes long and framing the stained glass green windows to her soul.

“I want you to kiss me through it.” she confessed. He didn’t make her wait.

“You ready, baby?” he asked after three passes of his lips on hers. She nodded and he didn’t make her audibly respond as he descended inside her burning-hot body. He moaned into her mouth as she opened it to let out its tiny gasps and whimpers as he pushed into her with purpose. To the hilt, he sat and let his eyes loll in their sockets for a moment adjusting.

“Fuck, I missed you.” she whimpered and it made Eddie’s heart feel whole. “Missed feeling so full of you.” her hands had started shaky, at his side still not having found their palace of rest. She settled as he pressed their bodies together, only keeping his upper top off her to keep kissing her lips. Each thrust of his hips sent a warm wash of pleasure as his body ground against her clit, and the curve of his cock wrapped up inside her in a way it hadn’t been able to before. The pressure felt so good, she’d never had it feel this way. How his weight kept her grounded, her lower stomach being pushed in as he stroked down to send a thrill into her inner pleasure organs to join the exterior as he swept up. Her finger's favorite place was in his hair, one hand found its home there. The other was to his back, soft strokes she didn’t even know she was doing. But Eddie noticed. And it felt like things were how they should be. Their language consisted of pants and wordless sounds as they broke the seal of their lips to breathe. He kept her steady, not fast, watching her flush and grow full of blood as her body worked to send more out to help her cum. Everything was screamingly sensitive. She lightly twist her nipple, abandoning his hair and he moaned at the sight of her touching herself. His hair swung like curtains, making a tiny escape for them both to gaze in awe at the other. Sweat began to gather and drip plinks from his lean body onto hers. He raised to let out a groan, his nose scrunched as he fought past the urge to finish. After it passed, he looked down at her, her mouth open and tongue out as a drop of sweat fell from a gorgeous tendril of curl on his forehead and she keened with its salty arrival on her tongue. She wanted to be as close to him as physically possible and it felt as if they were succeeding. He hid his face in her neck, feeling her legs wrap around him, her pussy sucking him in as she tried to relax between waves of pleasure where she tensed.

“Fuck-” he squeaked out unintentionally, trying to open his mouth to speak sweet nothings to her. “I can feel you, baby.” he articulated, losing it as she squeezed at his warm, thick voice praising directly into her ear, his lips busied on her neck. “Trying to be a good girl, aren’t you? Trying to open up that pussy for me.”

“I wanna be good for you.” she moaned, letting her eyes shut while she could. “You feel so good. So full, Eddie. You feel… different like this. You’re right up against-” her voice rose to a higher pitch before moaning and tensing.

“I’ve wanted you to take me like this baby. Fuck I’ve dreamed about it. So close to you. I can feel- fuck- your pulse under my tongue you're, -fuck- you’re perfect. So good.” he let his words go, losing the will to attempt to be suave. When he wasn’t trying was when his words affected her the most. She could feel how much he meant it as his hips stuttered, and his muscles shook as they held back. He raised again, feeling her squeeze and twitch and hoping she was getting close. “I can feel you when I talk to you.” he grinned, pushing her hair away from her face. “You like it when I tell you how good you are?”

“Yeah.” she gave a soft crooked smile before biting her lip, her hands on the back of his neck, the other not far away on his back, now grasping to keep hold with the slick his sweat was creating. “Love your voice. Remember?” she mewled and her eyes rolled back.

“I feel you get wetter when I talk. You’re so fucking, good baby. Such a good girl. My good girl.”

“Your good girl.” she whined a nodded, latching onto the words.

“My perfect girl with her - ugh- perfect pussy.” he moaned, his shoulders sagging for a moment, working himself up, his hips moving faster without permission from his brain. “You’re so god damn gorgeous under me like this.” he put a hand to her face, a thumb across her cheekbones, as they began to bounce in time, his hips catching up the rate of their hearts. “Y’look so fucking pretty like this, Star. And when you cum- jesus fucking christ- when you cum, Star you’re like a goddamn angel.” he moaned before connecting their lips again. Her heels dug into his ass as he spurred himself on, body taking over as his brain fogged with happy love chemicals building as the woman he loved begged him for more between kisses.

“Eddie I’m close.” she whispered, her hands trembling, laid to his cheek as he pulled away, not willing to miss a moment. “You’re so good. Fuck-look at you.” she groaned, her head looking down to see the length of his hard-working body as her hands trailed down to his side. “So hot when you fuck me like this. You look so good. Make it feel so.fucking.good.” her voice cracked as she squeaked, her hips shaking beneath him.

“You take this cock like you were made for it, baby.” he cooed, voice raspy and loving, kissing her cheek and letting her open mouth pant and moan unencumbered. “You know why?” he looked down with a cocky smile, holding her cheek to pull her to look at him. Her eyes asked why, and that was all he needed. “Because you were Star.” He wanted to have her orgasm from not only being slowly stimulated like he’d been able to achieve with her writhing and crying but also from feeling whole, safe, and loved enough to let go. Make her forget about trying to cum for a moment, and in that moment he wanted to watch her eyes shift from adoration to being lost in pleasure. “You were made for me baby. You got that? You were made for me to love.” her bottom lip trembled as the heat of tears threatened her eyes. She whimpered his name so pitifully. “And I’m yours. And I’m gonna make you feel good forever, you got it?” She nodded and a tear fell that he quickly swiped away.

“Fuck, Eddie.” she let out a small cry.

“I love you so fucking much.” he groaned as he pushed down to kiss her hard. “You hear how wet you are? You love me talking to you like this baby? Your pussy says you do.” Her answer was a loud, moan that he felt grow from her gut. She was close. “You feel so good baby-so fucking good- your pussy is good enough to make a man believe in heaven. Because that’s what it is when I’m with you Star-fuck.” his voice cracked and she proved she liked it when it did as her stomach tensed and she gasped. He knew what that meant. He pulled his face away, his thumb to her mouth as he moved her to look at him. “Let me watch you come apart, baby. I’ll cum, just from watching your beautiful face give over. Let me see it, baby, fuck-i wanna see it. You’re so fucking perfect.” he huffed as he watched her eyes move from desperation to realization that she was finally cumming. “Look at me.” he panted out, fucking into her harder to give her the most intensity he could. “That’s it. That’s my good girl. Cum for your man, baby, give it to me.” he praised her through it. She only broke eye contact a few times when it became too much, sucking his thumb into her mouth as she stopped gasping and her body tremored smaller each time. “Shit-yes-that’s a good.fucking.girl. Give me that pussy baby, fuck!” he almost shouted as he let his hips take lead and pounded into her for a short-lived spurt of energy before his forehead pressed to hers, their intimacy bubble still intact as his voice when high pitched and he cried out as he felt himself fill her up. Their bodies kept swiveling together as they came down. He put his weight on her, his hands groping and roaming, two handfuls of her ass as she shifted against him, both feeling the sensation of him fucking his cum in and out of her. He buried himself to the hilt again, back to kissing her with fervor. He scooped her up to plop her down, barely noticing as they kept kissing and she was desperately clinging to him still. On their sides, he was able to finally let his arms rest, except for the doting on the shivering angel in his arms of course. “You good, baby? I didn’t-” she shook her head as she pushed back to kiss him.

“You’re perfect.” she sighed and panted, in his arms, smiling against his lips. “You’re so sweet.” she whined and let out a small giggle. “You overwhelm a girl.” she kissed his cheek and returned to his lips. “I love it. I loved it. I love you.” she swooned and let her fingers play in his hair. “That was so fucking nice, Eddie.” she sighed again, going slack in his arms. “I mean yes-amazing dick, A+.” She added quickly with a shake of her head that made him laugh, burying his face in her neck. “But so NICE. Just…ugh. I see what you meant now.”

“On what?” he popped his head up comedically.

“It’s not just about getting off. I felt so…” she smiled and let her shoulders rise and fall as she thought. “Nice. Warm. Connected.” she added. “Intimate.” she landed on and nodded. “Still do. This is…”

“Perfect?” he grinned and kissed her softly.

“Yeah.” she sighed. “Perfect.”

PART 25

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