t0mcruize123

[t0mcruize123]

The first time…🫶🎀

This is a Charlie Babbitt first time smut so it’s quite light and cute but just be warned they do get really into it so read at ur own risk🫵🌝

I lay awake in the hotel bed, my skin flushed with heat as Charlie lay beside me. We were sharing a room, and I was trying to sleep but he was always so distracting. His fingers toyed with the stitching, pushing in just hard enough that I felt the touch all the way to the tips of my toes.

Every part of my body became hyperaware.

How did he think this was going to help me sleep?

I was wide-awake now, pulse pounding and heat crashing, and he was touching, rubbing me in a way that caused my hips to twitch.

He dragged his hand up the front of the pants, His palm brushed along the bare flesh of my lower stomach.

Those long fingers settled over a throbbing point and moved in slow, steady circles. "I bet you're soft and wet and ready." His voice was a lush growl in my ear. "Should I find out?"

I shuddered, half afraid that he would.

Partly scared that he wouldn't.

The friction of his fingers, the rough material against my flesh...and his words... Oh, gods, they were decadent, purely sinful, and I never wanted it to end.

"Would you like that?" he asked, and my hips rolled instinctively, seeking his touch. He made that sound again, that rumble of approval that was so raw and primitive. "I would do more than this."

This time, it wasn't only a reaction I couldn't control. I moved my hood purposefully, rocking them against that slow, steady circling of his fingers. I reveled in the spike of aching, biting pleasure that followed.

I shouldn't allow this. Not even in the privacy of a room- this was wrong.

But how could it...how could it feel so right, then? So good? I was becoming a being of liquid, pulsing fire, all due to just two long, graceful fingers.

“You feel what I'm doing?”

I nodded.

"Imagine what my fingers would feel like with nothing between them and your skin."

I shuddered.

"I would do this." His fingers pressed in, a little harder, a little rougher, and my legs jerked. "I would get inside of you. I would taste you. I bet you're so sweet….so hot..”

Oh, gods...

I bit down on my lip as my grip eased off the blanket. I reached down, placing my hand over his forearm. He stopped. He waited. Wordlessly, I lifted my hips to his hand and my fingers dug into his skin. The ache was becoming unbearable.

"Yes," he breathed. “You would like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yes," I whispered, forcing the word out past my lips.

His fingers started moving again, and I almost cried out.

"I would work in another finger. You'd be tight, but you're also ready for more."

My breath was coming out in quick, shallow pants as my hips moved in the same circles he was making against me.

"I would thrust my fingers in and out." His lips brushed the skin just below my ear, "You'd ride them just like you're riding my hand right now."

That's what I was doing, shamelessly so. Clutching his arm, I rocked against his hand, chasing that unbelievable tension that kept building and tightening.

"But we won't do that tonight. We can't. Because if I get any part of me in you, every part of me would be in you, and I want to hear every sound you make when that happens."

Before I could even feel disappointment, before I could truly process the silky promise in his words, he shifted his hand lower, pressing his fingers against the very center of me while his thumb rolled over the part that throbbed. There was nothing slow about his movements then. He knew exactly what he was doing with all that swirling, inescapable tension.

Charlie shifted beside me, somehow, working his other arm under my shoulders. He hauled me flush against his front, and I was no longer just moving against his hand, but against him, the rolls of my hips erratic and sharp. Soft, low moans escaped my lips. I felt trapped, wonderfully pinned between his hand and the hard, unyielding length of his body.

Something...something was happening. It was what his kisses and brief touches before had hinted at and promised. My body suddenly went as tight as a bowstring taking aim, and my lips parted a second before Charlie folded his hand over my mouth, silencing the moan I wouldn't have been able to suppress. His hot mouth moved against the side of my throat, his lips, his teeth. There was a wicked sharpness-

The tension broke. I broke. Pleasure whipped out, intense and sudden. I fell, shuddering in pulsing, throbbing waves, and I kept falling until the hand between my legs slowed and then stopped. I wasn't sure how much time had passed, or when Charlie’s fingers slipped from my thighs or his hand eased away from my mouth. My heart was only beginning to slow when I became aware of his hand pressed against my stomach, and his arm curled around my shoulders, keeping my boneless body snug against his.

I thought maybe I should say something but...what?

Thank you seemed inappropriate. And I thought that it wasn't entirely fair that he had given me this, while I gave him nothing of the sort.

"I know you're not going to admit it," Charlie said, voice low and thick. "But you and I both will always know that I was right."

My lips curved into a faint, sleepy smile.

He was right.

Again.

I climbed out of the bed and moved towards the bathroom before he could protest. Resting against the cool wood of the door, I forced myself to stay calm and breathe in and out. I was still a Virgin and yet…I was so ready. So needy, so desperate to be filled by Charlie until I could hardly breathe.

I needed him.

Now.

Before I could regret my bold decision I stripped down until I was standing naked in the locked bathroom. My hands clasped down on the door handle but I paused - what if it was awkward? What if he didn’t want to fuck me yet? Pressing my lips together, I grabbed my silk robe and wrapped it loosely around my body.

I walked into the bedroom to see Charlie already leaning against the bed frame with a small smile. When his gaze slid to mine, he inhaled sharply and his eyes roamed from my dark hair to my bare legs. He’d never seen me like this before and I wasn’t going to stop.

I lifted my surprisingly steady hands to the sash. I didn't look away as I undid the knot. The robe parted and then slipped over my shoulders. I let it puddle at my feet.

Charlie didn't look away for one second. He didn't even blink as he stared at me, his eyes locked to mine. Slowly, his gaze traveled the length of my body. I knew there was enough light for him to see everything. All the dips and swells, the shadowy, hidden areas, and all the curves.

His gaze slowly tracked back to mine and he was looking at me as if he were soaking in every inch of me. I couldn't help but shiver when his eyes finally met mine.

"You're so damn beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick. "And so damn unexpected."

Then he moved in that way that made me gasp in surprise. In a heartbeat, I was in his arms, and his mouth was on mine. There was nothing slow and sweet about the way he kissed me. It was like being devoured, and I wanted that. I kissed him back, holding onto him tightly, and just when I felt the touch of his tongue against mine, he pulled away.

Things became a blur then. His shirt came off with my help, and I trembled at the first sight of him.

He was...beautiful.

All sun-kissed skin and long, lean muscles - there was no mistaking the power and strength of his body.

I bit down on my lip, knowing Id probably stare. It seemed indecent to do so, but I wanted to.

“You keep looking at me like that, and this will be over before it starts."

Cheeks heating, I dragged my gaze away, “You’re perfect.”

His expression tightened. "No, I'm not. You deserve someone who is, but I'm too much of a bastard to allow that."

I shook my head, unsure how he couldn't see that he was deserving. "I disagree with everything you just said."

"Shocker," he said, and then he curled his arm around me.

In a heartbeat, I was on the bed, and he was above me, the rough hair of his legs abrasive against mine in the most surprising, pleasant way. But the feel of him against my hip caused a nervous swallow, and also brought a reminder of a very real consequence that could come from this.

Those eyes met mine. "This changes everything."

It did.

It really did.

And I was ready for that.

Charlie kissed me, and I wasn't thinking of anything beyond how his lips had an almost drugging effect. We kissed until my heart was pounding, and my skin hummed with the pleasure of it. Then, only when I felt breathless, did he begin to explore.

His fingers trailed over every inch of exposed skin, and when his hand moved between my thighs, I cried out, quickly discovering that what he'd done with his fingers in the bed, over my pants, was absolutely nothing compared to his skin against mine.

He worked his way down, using his mouth and then his tongue to follow the path his hands had blazed. He stayed in particularly sensitive areas, wringing sounds from me that made me briefly wonder just how thick the walls were, and then he lingered over the scars on my stomach, kissing them, worshipping them until I was sure that he didn't find them disturbing or ugly in any way.

But then he moved lower still, past my navel.

My heart stopped as I felt his breath against where I ached so fiercely. I opened my eyes to find him settled between my legs, his golden gaze locking onto mine.

"Charlie,” I whispered.

With a wide grin and his gaze remaining on mine, he lowered his mouth.

My back bowed at the first touch of his lips, and my palms tightened at the first glide of his tongue. I felt as though my heart might stop, that maybe it already had. The riot of sensations he conjured up seemed unfathomable until that moment. It was almost too much, and I couldn't hold still. I lifted my hips, and his rumbling growl of approval was nearly as good as what he was doing.

Fuck…

My head fell back against the mattress, and I was aware that I was writhing, squirming, and there was no sense of thythm behind my movements. But that sharp tightening deep inside me was coiling and twisting, and then it all unraveled, stunning me with its intensity. I might've said his name. I might've actually screamed something incoherent. I didn't know, and it took what felt like a small eternity before I could even open my eyes.

Charlie lifted his head, lips swollen and glossy in the candlelight. The intensity in his stare scorched my skin as his gaze caught and held mine. He never looked prouder of himself as his mouth parted and the tip of his tongue glided over his lips.

“So sweet," he growled. "Just like I said."

My breath caught, and I shuddered. He didn't so much move as he prowled up the length of my boneless form. I watched him, unable to look away as the hardness of his body caressed mine, unable to stop the shiver when the rough hairs of his legs tickled sensitive skin.

He kissed me, and my skin heated at his flavor, the taste of me and those strangely sharp teeth of his. My senses whirled at the feeling of him settling between my legs, prodding, pressing in just a bit. "Open your eyes."

They had closed? Yes. They had. I opened them to see that one side of his lips was curved up, but the teasing tilt normally present was gone. He said nothing as he stared down at me, his hips and body still. "What?"

"I want your eyes open," he said.

"Why?"

He chuckled, and I sucked in a gasp at how the sound fit with him so very close to where I throbbed. "Always so many questions."

'Think you would be disappointed if I didn't have any."

"True," he murmured, dragging his hand down the length of my neck and then lower. His hand curled around my breast.

"So, why?" I persisted.

"Because I want you to touch me," he said. "I want you to see what you do to me when you touch me."

A shiver danced over my skin. "How...how do you want me to touch you?"

"Any way you want, Princess. You can't do it wrong," he whispered hoarsely.

Uncurling my fingers from the sheet, I lifted a hand, touching his cheek. His gaze remained latched to mine as I drew my fingers along the curve of his jaw, over his soft lips, and then down his throat. I was still feeling too much for my gift to be remotely functional as I glided the tips of my fingers over his chest. His breaths pushed it against my hand, and I kept exploring, soaking in the feel of the taut, coiled muscles of his lower stomach, and the dusting of hair below his navel and then lower. My fingers brushed silky hardness, and his entire body jerked. I hesitated.

"Please. Don't stop," he rasped, jaw clenched as his fingers stilled on my breast. "Fucks sake, do not stop."

I focused on his face as I touched him. There were so many tiny reactions throughout his entire body. His jaw popped, and his lips parted slightly. The lines of his face became sharper, and the tendons in his neck stretched as I curled my hand around him. He kicked his head back, and his large, powerful body trembled. I noted how rapid his breathing had become as I slid my hand down to where our bodies were almost joined. He gave a full-body shudder then, and I was awed by how much my touch affected him. i tightened my grip, becoming more confident

"Fuck,” he groaned.

"Is this okay?"

"Anything you do is more than okay." His voice had deepened even more. "But especially that. Totally that"

I laughed softly, and then I did it again, drawing my hand up and down his length. His hips moved then, much like mine had, rolling against my palm, against me. He made a sound, a deep, dark rumble that sent a flush of pleasure through me.

"You see what your touch does to me?" he asked, his hips following my hand.

"Yes," I whispered.

"It kills me." His head dropped, and those eyes... They seemed almost luminous as he stared down at me, and then his thick lashes lowered, shielding them from view.

"It kills me in a way I don't think you'll ever understand."

My gaze searched his face. "In a...in a good way?"

Charlie’s features softened as he lifted his hand to cup my cheek. "In a way I've never felt before.”

"Oh."

He dipped his head, kissing me as he shifted onto his left arm. His hand left my cheek and slid down the length of my body until it was between us. "Are you ready?"

Breath catching, I nodded.

"I want to hear you say it."

The corners of my lips tugged up. "Yes."

"Good, because I might have actually died if you weren't."

I grinned, surprised by the light sound in such a tense, important moment.

"You think I'm kidding. Little do you know," he teased, kissing me again before he pushed in just a little bit. He stopped, making that sound again. "Oh, yeah, you're so ready.”

My entire body flushed and trembled.

Charlie’s gaze lifted to mine once more. "You amaze me"

"How?" I whispered, confused. I'd done almost nothing while he’d shattered me with the kind of kisses I'd only ever read about.

"You stand up for those you care about so fearlessly, “He dragged his lips over mine. "But you blush and shiver when I speak of how slick and wonderful you feel against me."

I was definitely flushing even more now. "You're so inappropriate."

"I'm about to get really inappropriate," he promised, “But first, it may hurt."

I knew enough about sex to know that. "I know."

"Reading dirty books again?"

A flutter started in my stomach and spread. "Possibly."

He chuckled, but it ended in a groan as he began to move. There was pressure and a moment when I wasn't sure how he could go any farther, and then a sudden, sharp sting stole my breath as I squeezed my eyes shut. Fingers digging into his shoulders, I tensed. I knew there'd be some pain, but all the languid warmth turned to chips of ice.

Charlie stilled above me, breathing heavily. "It’s okay." His lips touched my nose, the lids of my eyes, my cheeks.

“It’s okay.”

He kissed me again, softly, and then rested his forehead against mine. A shallow breath lifted my chest. That was it.

Id crossed the final, forbidden line. There was no shock of guilt or burst of panic. This was about me. What I wanted. My choice.

I took a deep breath, and the burning lessened. Charlie remained still above me, waiting. Tentatively, I lifted my hips against his. It stung, but not as severely as before. I tried it again. Charlie shuddered, but he didn't move. Not until my grip on his shoulders loosened, and my breath caught for an entirely different reason. There was a burning friction, but it wasn't the same. Muscles low in my stomach tightened as a ripple of pleasure skittered through me.

Only then did Charlie move, and he did so carefully, so gently that I closed them and I curled my arms around his neck. Some kind of primal instinct took hold, guiding my hips to follow his. We were moving together, the only sound in the room that of my softer sighs and his deeper moans. That exquisite, almost painful coiling sensation returned. My legs lifted of their own accord, curling around his hips. 'The pressure was building inside me once more, but it was more potent this time. He worked his arm under my head and curled his land around my shoulder as the grip of his other hand on my hip. He began to move faster, deeper, his thrusts stronger as he held me in place under him.

I held onto him, my mouth blindly finding his as his hand slipped between us. His thumb found that sensitive area, and when his hips churned against mine in tight circles, the tension exploded once more. I cried out as the sensation whipped through me, more intense and biting than before. The release he'd given me earlier somehow felt like nothing compared to this. I was shattering into pieces in the best possible way, and it was only when the last wave seemed to have crested that I became aware of those intense green eyes fixed to my face as he slipped his hand out from under me. I knew at once he'd been watching the entire time, and a breathy moan left me.

I placed a trembling hand on his cheek. "Charlie," I whispered, wishing I could put to words what I'd just felt-what I was still feeling.

His features turned stark, and his jaw tensed, and then he...he seemed to lose whatever control he had left. His body pounded against mine, moving us across the bed. Under my hands, his muscles flexed and rolled, and then his head kicked back, and he cried out, shuddering. I felt him spill inside of me and I whimpered, my thighs damp and my legs trembling with satisfaction.

He dropped his head to mine, to the sensitive space along the side of my throat. I felt his lips against my thrumming pulse as the roll of his hips slowed. There was a scrape of his teeth that sent a shiver through me, and then the press of his lips.

I didn't know how long we stayed like that, our damp skin cooling, and our breathing slowing as I threaded my fingers through his hair. His muscles had relaxed, and his weight was on his elbows, but I slowly became aware of the tension in his body. It was the gift, slowly poking through my heady emotions.

Charlie’s lips grazed my cheek and then found mine. He kissed me softly, sweetly. "Don't forget this."

I touched his jaw. "I don't think I ever could."

"Promise me," he said, seeming to not hear me as he lifted his head. His gaze snagged with mine. "Promise me you won't forget this, That no matter what happens tomorrow, the next day, next week, you won't forget this-forget that this was real."

“I promise.” I couldn’t look away, “I won't forget."

“Good,” he smiled against my lips, “Because I plan on doing this again and again and-“

“You do and I’ll die,” I argued, “Once every two days sounds good.”

“Every two days?!?” His eyes widened, “Everytime I look at you, I get so hard it’s painful, and you expect me to wait two days? What am I supposed to do?”

“Sounds like a you problem.”

“Am I supposed to see you from across the room and work my hand down myself? Hot and hard and desperate for you but forced to wait?” The idea of him pleasuring himself sent a shiver down my spine, “Do I have to muffle my groans and resist the urge to pull you onto my lap and take you-“

I swung my leg over and hoisted up onto his lap, “Shut up.”

“Did I really just turn you on by twisting your own words?”

“Shut up!” I pressed my lips against his once more, unable to wipe the grin off my face as I pulled him closer.

#fanfic #tom cruise #romance #charlie babbitt #rain man #smut

[t0mcruize123]

Once we start…🎀💋

Jerry Maguire 18+ car smut, hope you all enjoy it🤭💋

Jerry’s breath hits my lips, and I reach up and touch his hand on my face, sliding my cold fingers between his warm ones. My thigh moved over his lap and I straddled him as my dress skirted up my leg. I fist his T-shirt, our lips inches from each other.

His brow arched, “Eager?”

His hands fell to my hips as I pressed my body closer, “Always.”

I held the back of his neck as I deepened the kiss, the heat of his mouth sending chills down my spine.

But I pull away, turning my head toward the front windshield. People walk about, and I can see a couple guys in the car ahead of us, as well as a couple next to us.

Jerry buries his lips in my neck, kissing and biting. "The windows are blacked out," he mumbles against my skin. "So tinted it's illegal." I turn back to him and dive into his mouth again, hearing their music and laughter only feet away, all around us, and not giving a shit. I catch a glimpse of someone passing by the truck, and I let out a moan.

He moves from my mouth to my neck again, getting greedy, and I close my eyes, holding onto him. I press my teeth down on my lip harder, greedy and desperate for more.

"I can't get enough of you,” he smiled against my lips and I melted against him.

“Last Friday night….,” I whispered, nibbling on his bottom lip as I grinded on him, “After work I-“

“Yeah?” He lowers his hands to my hips, grunting as I rub harder.

"I thought about you," I whisper in his ear. "I thought about you when I was in bed that night."

I feel his fingers dig into my hips, and he growls low as he kisses me again and again, breathing hard.

His lips move down my neck, and I barely notice the strap of my shirt being slipped down my arm as the heat of his mouth covers my shoulder.

He grabs the back of my neck, holding me in place as he runs his nose and mouth back up my neck, inhaling me. "Do you feel me?" he whispers, pressing my hip down hard into him. I whimper as I rub against his thickness between my legs.

"Yeah." But then I notice something is loose and air is caressing my skin where it didn't before. My bra. He's unhooked my bra at the back.

The straps fall down my arms, and the side where my shirt had fallen off exposes my now bare breast. I quickly bring up my arms, “Jerry, no."

But he comes in, kissing me, and grabs my ass, pressing me to him. "I can't stop."

"But people will see."

He looks up into my eyes, nibbling my lips. "No one sees you, baby. Just me. And I want to kiss you."

"You are kissing me."

He gnaws my lip, his whisper thick and hot. "I want to kiss you in other places."

Oh, Jesus.

My chest caves and heat swirls in my stomach, making my clit throb and my body crave him so badly. I've never been this turned on.

He stares at me as he gently pulls my arms away, and he slides the other strap of my shirt off my shoulder, my loose tank top and bra falling to my waist.

"Jerry,” I say nervously.

I twist my head and look around me, seeing two guys stand right next to the front of the truck. But Jerry takes my hands, guiding them away and shaking his head with a slight grin on his face.

Fear races through me, making my heart pound, but I'm excited, too.

"God, look at you," he breathes out, his eyes feasting as they fall down my chest and stomach. "Youre beautiful.”

Chills spread down my arms, and I feel my nipples tighten and harden under his gaze.

"Take me somewhere," I say, leaning into him, "and I'll let you kiss me anywhere you want."

"Sounds enticing," he says. "Maybe next time."

Grabbing my waist, he brings me in close, forcing me up higher on my knees so that my breast is level with his mouth.

"Jerry," I gasp as he grabs my left nipple between his teeth, sending shocks through my system and right down between my thighs. "Oh, my God, we can't."

But he sucks the whole damn thing into his mouth, and I grip his shoulders, my eyes flutter closed and not giving a damn that half our class is right outside.

'Yes," I whimper, losing my breath and wrapping one arm around his neck, holding him closer.

His tongue, hot and wet, comes out and swirls around the flesh of my nipple, teasing me, and his fingers dig into my skin as he goes back for more, nibbling the whole breast.

I hear laughter outside, and I try to turn my head, but Jerry leans into me, forcing me to arch back as he switches to the other breast, kissing and dragging the nipple out by his teeth.

I moan, closing my eyes and letting my head fall back. "we're going to get caught."

But my plea is pathetic, and he knows it. He sucks hard, stretching my skin, and I want to grind on his dick so badly, but it's difficult from this position.

His mouth and teeth explore, tugging and sucking until I'm sure I'm red, and I lean back up, letting his mouth trail to my neck and back to my mouth.

I roll my hips, rubbing on him as he kisses and nibbles down my jaw. I want to feel every inch of him through his jeans. I'm so wet.

He suddenly pulls away from me, and I look to see him pulling his shirt over his head. He pulls me to him again, pressing his chest against mine. "I want to feel your skin on mine."

He palms my breast with one hand while slipping the other down the back of my shorts and squeezing my ass.

I gaze into his green eyes, both of us breathing hard, but I see him pause, as if he's suddenly not sure about something.

And all of a sudden, I'm not worried about getting caught. I'm worried about him stopping.

Don't stop.

I want to feel this. I want to get lost with him for as long as I can.

"Jerry?" I put my hand to his face and lean my head into his, speaking low. "Can I tell you something true?"

He nods.

I slip my hand between us and press my hand into his cock. "I want to get fucked."

His eyes widen, and I bite his bottom lip.

Yeah, he wasn't expecting that.

He expels a breath, sounding shocked, but he doesn't need to be asked twice. Wrapping an arm around my waist, he flips me onto my back on the seat, and I let out a small gasp, not sure if I'm excited or nervous. He stands up as much as he can, and hovers over me, gazing down at my body. I bite my lip, trying not to smile as much as I want to.

Reaching up, I hold his eyes as I unfasten his belt, but when I go to unbutton his jeans, he stops me.

"I said I needed to kiss you everywhere," he reminds me, eyeing my shorts. "Take 'em off."

I cast a nervous glance out the window above me, seeing someone walk by. The slickness between my legs gets wetter, and I can't help the rush of heat under my skin.

God, this is so bad.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I unbutton my shorts and slide them over my ass and down my legs. He gazes down at my lacy, red thong and slowly slides a finger up my thigh, under the hem of the panties, and pulls them aside, baring my pussy.

I groan at the feel of his eyes on me. Please touch me.

"Do you keep it bare like that all the time?" he asks, still staring at me.

"Do you want me to?"

He smiles and meets my eyes.

I run my hand up his chest and wrap it around the back of his neck. Suddenly I feel his tongue gliding up my slit, and I gasp, my entire body tensing. "Oh, God."

He licks me up and down slowly, dragging his tongue up my pussy and over my clit, and then latches onto my nub, sucking it hard into his mouth.

I arch my neck up, breathing hard as I watch him. He groans, swirling his tongue around me, and then tugging my clit out between his lips and going back for more-licking, sucking, and nibbling.

The pulse between my legs throbs, and I feel warmth at my entrance as I get wetter and more ready for him.

He pushes up one of my knees, opening me up and starts going at me harder and faster, more greedily. His tongue licks, his teeth grab and tease, and then he covers me with his mouth, sucking and working my clit until I cry out.

"Please," I moan.

He reaches up and clamps a hand over my mouth, still eating me, and I shoot my eyes up, seeing Tom right above me.

I stop breathing for a second, my eyes widening. He stands right outside the rear passenger side door, calling to someone.

Oh, shit.

"Damn, Tom,” Jerry says, smirking up at me and flicking out his tongue to lick me. "Your girl's pussy is so tight."

I pull away from his hand on my mouth. "Shut up!" I whisper.

He licks and sucks me again. "Thanks for letting me borrow her, man."

And then he dives in, finally sliding his tongue inside me and penetrating.

I suck in a breath, whimpering, and he covers my mouth again as he moves his tongue inside and works my clit with his other hand.

I roll my hips, trying to meet him, trying to get deeper--as my breasts sway back and forth with the small movements. I grab the back of his neck, holding him to me, feeling the tingling where his tongue touches build and build until every muscle in my body contracts so tightly it burns.

"Yes!" I cry out behind his hand.

My orgasm explodes, spreading up through my stomach and down my thighs, and I throw my head back, staring in horror at Tom and some guy standing right there above me. I slam both of my hands over Jerry’s on my mouth, moaning into them and hoping no one can hear me through the doors.

My chest rises and falls, the incredible feeling wracking through my body, up to my head and down to my feet.

Jerry lowers his hand, palming my breast before letting go.

He rises up and leans over me, putting a hand on the door behind me to hold himself up as he unbuttons his jeans. My heart picks up pace again.

His hard eyes stare down at me, filled with lust. "Take off the thong, or I'm ripping it off."

I glance up nervously, afraid of getting caught. What if the truck rocks?

He reaches into the pocket on the back of the front seat and pulls out a condom, tearing it open with his teeth. He has condoms back here?

I narrow my eyes, glaring up at him.

He meets my stare and just laughs. "Don't worry. You're the only girl I've had back here."

Then why do you keep condoms in the backseat of your truck? Just in case?

He reaches into his jeans and pulls out his cock, hard and ready, and I lose my breath, watching as he rolls the condom on.

I put my hands on his chest, not sure if it's because I want to touch him or because I'm scared. I've only done this once, and it was two years ago. It was a mistake.

But it feels like the first time again, and I'm nervous.

He stops, looking at me. "Take it off," he whispers. There's pleading in his eyes.

I lick my lips, breathing hard and my pulse racing.

I reach down slowly, a nervous shake to my body as I slide my panties off and let them drop to the floor. I want him. There's no harm in letting him feel me for just a little bit, right? I'll make him stop and take me somewhere else soon.

"Just for a minute, okay?" I plead, reaching back up and caressing his chest. "And then we have to stop."

A smile curls a corner of his mouth as he lifts my knee, his thick cock pressing between my legs.

"Just for a minute," he promises. "And then I'll stop."

Thrusting his hips slow and steady, he reaches down and works his cock inside me. I groan, feeling myself stretch as he sinks into me, going deeper and deeper and burying himself to the hilt.

"Oh, fuck," he gasps, his face twisted in pain as he stills.

He breathes hard, lowering his body, my nipples brushing his chest. I shudder, savoring the feeling of his tip rubbing my spot, and without thinking, I bend my knees up more and spread my legs wider.

Just for a minute.

He kisses me, and I barely have time to adjust to him before he pulls out and thrusts back in, stretching me so good.

"Oh, God." The sounds of the movie play in the distance, and I hear the muffled voices of people not far off.

But all I see is him. His lips hovering over mine, his breath warming my skin, his fucking that's getting harder and faster as he thrusts between my thighs.

I look up, seeing his hand still gripping the door, the muscles in his arms bulging and tight.

"Look at me," he whispers.

I drop my eyes back down as I lick his piercing and hear him growl under his breath.

The truck creaks with our movement, and I whimper, digging my fingers into his hips as he moves in and out of me. "The truck will rock," I say, worried. "We have to stop."

But he just groans, fucking me harder. My breasts bounce back and forth, and I gasp at the pleasure of him filling me. I pull him deeper with every thrust, rolling my hips to fuck him back.

"Jerry," I beg, licking and biting his neck and feeling myself coming again. "It feels so good."

He slides a hand under my ass and nestles in deeper as he fucks me rougher. I hear a noise underneath us, from the truck and I cast a worried glance around.

"Go slow!" I plead. "The truck-“

But he growls and comes down, kissing and biting my lips. I slide my hands down, gripping his ass and keeping him close, and he thrusts his dick inside me again and again.

"Yes, yes," I moan over and over, feeling another orgasm crest as I taunt him with quick, little kisses.

"Jerry, is the minute over yet?"

"Almost, baby." I hear the humor in his voice.

His cock nudges me deep inside, and I cry out, breaking loose and coming as my pussy clenches around him, holding him too tight.

"Oh, fuck," he groans, putting a hand over my mouth and thrusting inside of me faster.

He pushes in one more time and stops, his body shuddering under my hands, heavy breaths and groans fanning my ear.

I run a hand up his back, feeling his sweat as I close my eyes. My head is in a fog, and the inside of the truck is spinning.

The orgasm seeps down every limb, and I feel tired and happy and sad. I don't want it to be over.

But holy shit. We shouldn't have done that here.

He relaxes on top of me, his hand still holding the door and his head bent to my shoulder. I stay there, still and quiet.

I don't even want to look outside to see if anyone noticed. Like I really thought we could stop once we started?

He raises his head finally and looks down at me. I smile small, wishing we were parked in the forest somewhere. Somewhere we could stay all night and do that some more.

Jerry’s eyes flicker as though he has the same idea, “Do you wanna go somewhere private where your boyfriend isn’t right next door? Do you wanna come back to my place?”

I grin and he already knows my answer.

#fanfic #tom cruise #romance #smut #jerry maguire

[t0mcruize123]

Deeper desire🖤

Guys I’m actually addicted to writing Lestat smuts I can’t stop💀💀 this is ofc 18+, though it’s actually not as hardcore as my last one this ain’t too bad🥴 if I traumatise you, YOU WERE WARNED👹

Two twin bursts of fiery pain lanced my neck, causing my entire body to jerk. The burn traveled all the way through my body, stunning me in its intensity. I couldn't move. I couldn't even scream around the pain.

His arm around my waist was like an iron vise as he drew long and hard from the wound his fangs had created. I shook, eyes peeled wide as my hands fell to his arm.

The burn, the deep, staggering pull against my throat..within mere seconds of when he'd sunk his fangs into me, everything changed.

The intense hurting became something else, something overwhelming in a wholly different way. A new ache erupted inside me, heating my blood until it felt like every part of me was filling with molten lava.

My wide eyes were unseeing as the heat filled my chest, my stomach, and pooled in the space between my thighs. His mouth tugged on my throat once more, and this time, that pull went straight to my very core. My body jerked with a flood of pounding arousal.

Lestat groaned, his arm tightening around me, and I felt him, hard and thick against my rear. I gripped his arm as tension coiled inside me-

And without warning, he ripped his mouth from my neck.

He let go, and I stumbled forward, nearly falling. Trembling with confusion and the desire still sparking inside of me, I turned to him.

He stood several feet from me, his chest rising and falling with rapid, short breaths. His eyes were wide, red smeared his lips.

I lifted my hand, pressing it to my neck. Wet warmth greeted my fingertips. I took a step back.

"I can't believe it," he shuddered, and he ran his tongue along his bottom lip. His lashes swept up, and his pupils were so dilated only a thin strip of amber was visible. "But I should've known.”

Before I could figure out what he meant or what would happen next, he was on me, moving so fast I couldn't track him. His mouth crashed into mine as one hand shoved into my hair, his other arm clamped to my waist. I wasn't just kissed.

I was devoured. I tasted my blood on his lips, on his tongue. I tasted him.

I wasn't sure exactly when I kissed him back. Was it after A few seconds, or had I been kissing him from the moment his mouth touched mine? I didn't know. All I did know was that I was starved for him, right or wrong, I wanted him.

That's why I didn't fight him when he brought me to the ground. The contrast of the cold snow against my back and the heat of his body pressed to my front drew a gasp from me. I didn't think he heard it as it was caught up in his hungry kisses, and I realized then that he'd been holding back when he kissed me all the times before. Now, he wasn't hiding who he was.

Lestat rocked against me as he slid his hand over my waist to my hip. We moved, straining and gasping, his teeth catching my bottom lip. A brief sting registered, and he shuddered, groaning as the metallic taste renewed.

Breaking the kiss, he lifted up enough to look down at me. "Tell me you want this." His hips were still churning against mine, my skin burning beneath the layer of clothing between us, “Tell me you need more."

"More," I whispered before I could even think about what we were doing, what we'd done-who he was.

“Thank fuck," he grunted, and then he reached between us, his finger snagging the front of my dress. Buttons popped free, flinging in the nearby snow as he pulled hard enough to lift my hips.

"Fuck,” I murmured, and he barked out a short, harsh laugh as he shoved my dress down until one leg was completely free, and the fabric snagged on the other ankle. "You know this shirt is beyond repair, right?"

"Wha-?"

The sound of cloth tearing was my only explanation. His hand tore at his shirt whilst his eyes tracked down to my stomach, moving over the hardened tips of my breasts.

He kissed me as he settled over me, grasping, clutching, devouring until my entire world spiralled out of control. There was no slow seduction this time, no long and drawn-out caresses and kisses. There was a wave of discomfort, but it quickly gave way to the aching, pulsing pleasure, and there was no room in my body or mind or between us for there to be anything other than what we felt. It was just him and me, the taste of my blood and his on our lips, and this need I didn't quite understand.

He pushed into me and I could hardly breathe, feeling him everywhere, knowing I’d feel him in the morning and every day after. I groaned, feeling myself stretch as he sunk deeper and deeper to the hilt. I savoured the feeling of his tip hitting my spot and spread my legs wider. Around us, the snow fell heavier through the trees, soaking his back and my hair as we clutched and grasped at one another. There were only the sounds of our wet kisses, our bodies coming together and parting, and our moans.

I sucked in a whimpering breath and his hand clamped over my lips, muffling my loud moans in the open space. I rolled my hips forward, moving him impossibly deeper and wrapping my hands around his neck.

One long, dragging kiss ensued, and then his mouth moved from mine to my chin and then lower, his lips and those sharp teeth gliding over my throat. His actions elicited a shiver that curled its way down my spine as he stilled above me. Was he...was he going to bite me again? Instead of fear, there was a rush of wicked heat. The pain from his fangs had been brief, and what had come afterward...

I squeezed his shoulders, too lost to even wonder if I shouldn't want him to, too far gone to think about the consequences if he did.

I felt his tongue against my skin, circling and laving over the sensitive mark he'd left behind. Then he lifted his head eyes and his eyes were on mine once more.

His hips retreated and then pushed back in, rolling and going as his fingers played with my breast. He moved slowing now, so lazily that I felt as if I were being strung out. I shuddered under him, slipping my hand into his snow-damp hair as I stretched and he plunged deep.

The tension was building again, coiling until I couldn't take his slow, measured movements any longer. His teasing grinds and rolls. I lifted my hips, trying to urge him to move faster, go deeper, but he held back until I cried out and pulled at his hair.

He half-laughed, half-growled as he lifted his head. "I know what you want, but-“

Heart racing out of control, I squirmed under his weight, "But what?"

"I want you to say my name."

"What?"

His hips continued moving in maddeningly slow circles, “I want you to say my real name."

My lips parted on a sharp inhale.

He stilled once more, his eyes luminous. "That's all I ask."

All he asked? It was a lot.

"It's acknowledgement," he said, his thumb swirling and tugging,"It's you admitting you are fully aware of who is inside you, who you want so badly, even though you know you shouldn't. Even though you want nothing more than to not feel what you do. I want to hear you say my real name."

"You're a bastard," I whispered.

One side of his lips curled. "Some call me that, yes, but that's not the name I'm waiting to hear, Princess."

I wanted to deny him. Gods, did I ever.

"How bad do you want it?” he asked.

My grip tightened on his hair as I yanked his head down.

There was a flash of surprise in those glowing eyes. "Bad," I snarled. "Your Highness."

His mouth opened, but I lifted my legs, curling them around his hips. Taking advantage of his surprise and tapping into my own anger, I rolled him onto his back, fully intending to leave him there, but I hadn't foreseen what the move would do when I rocked back.

I sank down on his length, my body shockingly flush with his. My shout ended in his groan as I planted my hands on his chest. Gods. The fullness was almost too much.

"Oh," I whispered, taking ragged breaths.

His chest was moving just as unevenly under my hands, “You know what?"

"What?"

Wetness glided down my thighs onto his cock.

"I don't need you to say my name," he said, his eyes half closed. "I just need you to do that again, but if you don't start moving, you might actually kill me.”

A startled chuckle burst from me. "I...I don't know what to do."

Something about his features softened even though stark need shone through the thin slits of his eyes. "Just move." His hands went to my hips and he lifted me up a few inches and brought me back down. A deep sound radiated from him and I would’ve given anything to hear it again.

"Like that. You can't do anything wrong. How have you not learned that yet?"

I wasn't sure what he meant by that, but I mirrored his movement, moving up and down as snow fell across his shirt.

My palm slipped, angling me forward. A spot deep in me was touched, sending out bolts of intense pleasure in waves.

“Like that?" I breathed.

His hands tightened on my hips. "Just like that."

With each move of my hips, streaks of bliss shot through me straight for that spot. Before I knew it, I was moving faster above him, and I knew he was watching me as my eyes drifted closed, and my head fell back. I knew his gaze was fastened on my breasts and where we were joined, and that knowledge was too much.

I felt an orgasm building and rolled my hips forward, my skin flushing with heat as his grip tightened on my hips. The tension shattered and I cried out, my body spamming as intense ecstasy sliced through me.

He moved then, rolling me back under him and thrusting his hips against mine. His mouth claimed mine as his body did the same, pounding against me, into me until the pleasure seemed to crest once more, the fierceness shocking as he seemed to lose all sense of control. His large body moved over mine, in me until he pressed hard against me, his shout swallowed in our kisses as he shuddered.

I didn't know how long we lay there in the falling snow, our hearts and breaths slow to steady, my grip still tight on his shoulders, his forehead pressed to mine. After some time, I became aware of his thumb moving along my waist in idle up and down sweeps.

"I wish we could stay here forever," I muse.

"Oh, you're not moving anytime soon. Your ass is too nice to look at."

I shoved him back with a small smile but after a moment he paused, “Have you ever-“

"Anal?" I cut in, "Well, considering I've only had sex once before you, I'm sure you know the answer to that."

I certainly wouldn't have done that the first time, no matter how naive I was. And since Lestat and I haven't done that, then of course, the answer is no.

"So we're virgins then," he says, his tone making it sound like he's kind of enjoying that idea.

"Yeah, virgins," I grumble. "And I plan on dying one, because there's no way you're sticking that in there." He snorts, breaking into a laugh, then moved up towards me. I arched my back as his teeth glided across my skin, sending a shock down my stomach and straight between my thighs. He slides his hand under my chest, cupping my breast and I'm already turned on.

Again.

I groan, my eyes damn near rolling into the back of my head as his mouth trails down my neck, devouring me in hot, demanding kisses. He grinds his hips into me, and I feel the hardening bulge between his legs.

"Talk to me," he whispers. "I need your words."

Talk? Now?

His hand glides down my bare back, brushing my hair and making it tickle my skin. He takes my ass, kneads it, and without thinking, I bend my knee to the side, opening myself for him.

He groans, nibbling my ear and dipping his hand between my legs, his fingers sliding inside of me. My eyes fluttered, the pleasure of him filling me making me wet instantly. His fingers come out, swirling around my clit, and I shuddered as my hips jerked up to meet his touch.

“What do you do when you’re alone?” He murmured against my ear, pushing two fingers deep inside me, “Do you think about me? Rubbing you gently just like this?”

My lips formed a tight line as I nodded, unable to form a response. He grinded himself against me and hit my spot at the perfect angle with his fingers.

“Do you finger yourself imagining I’m right behind you? Watching in the shadows and growing hard with need?” His fingers quickened their pace and I gasped at the pressure building, “Use your words darling.”

“Yes,” I breathed as a wave of pleasure filled my thighs, “I lay in bed unable to stop thinking about you. I get hot and I…”

“And you?” He whispered, pulling me onto his lap.

“I pull up my shirt.”

“Yeah?”

“I imagine you there, watching me finger myself.”

“Don’t stop.”

"My skin was damp with sweat, because it was so hot," I whimper, holding the back of his neck, "and I slid my hand down my panties.”

"Did I like what I was seeing?"

"Yeah. I wanted you to see me and need to be inside me."

"Did you cum?” he growls low in my ear as I rock into him, “Did you cum, thinking about me watching you?"

I nod, completely lost in the vision and his thrusts. "I knew I'd do anything you asked me to. I'd let you have anything you wanted."

"Is that true?"

"Anything."

He removes his fingers from inside me and brings them up to his lips, licking them clean, “And what do you want?"

I watched as his saliva mixed with the juices still soaking his fingers. I know what he wants. My heart is pumping wildly, and im shaking with need.

I lean my head back again, gasping over his mouth. "I want you everywhere."

I feel his smile curl over my lips right before he kisses me. He moves his fingers between my thighs again, rubbing and getting me wetter with need.

"Everywhere?" he whispers.

I nod. I'm his. All of me.

I want him all over me.

His breath shakes over my lips. "Don't do this because you think I want it," he pleads. "I only want what you want to give me.”

I sunk into his mouth, “I want you.”

He swirls the wetness between my legs farther up, and I slide my hand between me and the floor, rubbing my clit as he positions himself. I'm throbbing everywhere, and my heart pounds in my chest as he pushes the tip in and stops. I gasp, feeling a tiny burn.

I contract around him, breathing hard and rubbing myself faster.

“I want more,” I barely finished my sentence before he slid all the way in, making me cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. I arched my ass up to give him a better position.

I close my eyes, every nerve alive and pulsing with need. He comes down on my back, kissing me as he thrusts out and back in.

"Ah," I moan into his mouth, "Go faster."

He smiles, holding himself up with one hand and holding my thigh where my leg and hip meet. Intense pleasure washes over me as I arch my neck back to meet his lips. He bites my neck and starts fucking me harder, not holding back and neither of us being quiet.

For the rest of the night.

#fanfic #tom cruise #romance #smut #dark romance #lestat de lioncourt #interview with the vampire

[t0mcruize123]

Like an animal💋

This is a Lestat forest smut and just to be clear it is a very kinky hardcore scary smut that might contain some themes others find disgusting, disturbing and worthy of 10 years in jail plus public execution😊😊 proceed at ur own risk🫣

I pulled back from Lestat, hot and panting for breath as he stared at me from across the distance. We were in the forest and only a moment ago, his lips had been on mine, burning and claiming and desperate for more, but now he stared at me with a furrowed brow and slightly turned lip.

"Get on your knees,” he orders darkly and I pause, unsure if I should listen or use my common sense and leave.

"Don't make me ask twice," he growls, his face dropping to a severe expression. He tilts his jaw down, glaring down at me and juices dampened my thighs.

"I don't want you to ask me," I say slowly. Confusion flits across his eyes for a brief second, and I show him exactly what I mean at that moment.

I turn and start to run.

But he's too fast. His hand snaps out and wraps around my hair, yanking me backwards.

A sharp gasp escapes as I go weightless. He manages to twist my body so I land on my knees at his mercy, Just like we both wanted. I was addicted to the fear and excitement he awakens in me when he looks at me... just like that.

Like the beast readying to consume its prey, painfully slow. And I hope he does go slow. Drags out the torture of being caught between Lestat’s teeth.

His hand drifts slowly up past my chest, gently grazing his fingers across the column of my neck. And then, in an instant, his hand is snapping around my throat, gripping tight.

I gasp, my eyes widening as his lip curls into a sinister smile.

“You like it when I force you?” He yanks my head back so that our gazes slide to one another, “I can put a collar around this pretty neck of yours instead. Then you wouldn't have the option to say no. Would you like that better, baby?"

My lips form a tight line and he orders, “Take off my belt.”

My jaw slacks and when I don’t make a move, his hand tightens, “Make me ask again and see what happens."

Clenching my jaw, I reach out and undo the black belt around his waist. I rip it off and the movement jerks him, and he only grins in return.

He's evil.

With the grin still on his smug face, he grabs it from me and lets my throat go for a moment. Just as I suck in a deep breath, he's wrapping the belt around my neck, securing the buckle whilst my eyes widen. My hands instinctively come to claw at the belt, but Lestat swats my hands away. "You can breathe, don't panic."

It takes several seconds of hyperventilating to realize he's right. I can breathe.

"I think this will do for now," he murmurs, noticing my body trembling in the cold air. Keeping hold of the tail of the belt in one hand, Lestat gestures to his pants.

Growling, I unbutton and unzip him, nearly choking on my tongue when his cock springs free.

God, I don't think I'll ever get used to it. It's far larger than what I even expected for the supernatural. Getting fucked by that is just inhumane.

Seething, I don't even wait for him to spout more orders out of his stupid fucking mouth. I grip his cock and swallow it in one go.

Or try to.

I dont even get half way down before he’s clutching my hair, strands pulling free from my scalp as he sucks in a sharp breath. I whimper and then gag when he forces his dick deeper..

"Fuck, I didn't sa-"

Fuck him.

Fighting against his hold, I swallow him again, lathering my tongue against the silkiness of his cock and running the tip along his veins and up to the underside of his head.

Now he's the one choking.

"That's it, baby," he breathes, finally allowing me to ease back. But in seconds, he's pulling me back in. Guiding my head back and forth as I continue to suck him. Muttered words of encouragement and deep groans of pleasure fall from his lips while he grows more forceful. With every syllable and moan that leaves his lips,I grow more desperate to please him. To correct my mistake.

He jerks my head back sharply, allowing me a single breath before choking me back on his cock.

“You want me to come in your mouth, don't you? You've been thinking about sucking my cock since we came out here, haven’t you?”

I glare up at him, tears still lining the edges of my lids as I take him deeper. He's staring down at me with awe and an intensity that makes him look just a little insane.

Snarling from the pleasure, I hollow my cheeks and I suck harder.

I use my hand to wrap around the length that my mouth can't reach, even as I feel him breaking past the barrier of my constricted throat. I'm swallowing him as deep as he can possibly go, and my hand still doesn't fully cover his length. Winding my hand around as I slide my red-stained lips along his cock, I think of all the ways I want to kill him. And as my vision blurs, darkness licking at the edges, I wonder who will die first.

One from lack of oxygen, or the other from lack of blood when I bite down.

He groans deeper, his eyes sparking before igniting into a blaze, "Look, that mouth knows how to do more than make useless threats."

I graze my teeth along his dick, making sure he reads the intention in my eyes. He bares his teeth.

He’s angry now, the second my teeth dig too deep, my jaw would end up on the ground and my neck will probably snap if he pulls the bet hard enough.

I don't withdraw my teeth, but I don't try to hurt him either. Instead, I do the complete opposite of what he's expecting.

I roll my eyes to the back of my head like I just took a bite of the most delectable dessert I've ever had and moan around his cock, vibrations traveling through his length.

He curses, the belt loosening a fraction. I work him harder until he's growling deep, the sound feral and surely sending the animals in these woods scattering.

"You're putting on an act," he pants, calling me out. "But don't pretend like your pussy isn't dripping just as much as your mouth is."

As much as I want to tell him how wrong he is... I can't. The slickness between my thighs is proof enough. But he doesn't get to have that, too. He doesn't get to strip me of power and turn me into a puddle of desire and desperation. So I clench my thighs and ignore my body's need.

His eyes lock on mine and the hand in my hair flexes until I can no longer move of my own volition. He withdraws nearly to the tip before he's driving his hips forward until my mouth is stuffed full. The only thing l can do is brace myself for the second he spills down my throat.

*fuck,” he growls as he floods my mouth faster than I can swallow. His seed slips from my lips and drips down my chin.

I can't breathe. Can hardly think anymore. He jerks himself out with another grunt, releasing the belt as he does.

Sniffing, I wipe my mouth and thank God that I wore the lipstick that will take a bucket of oil to even smudge. I glanced up to see him staring down at me with eyes full of interest and a smile that made me still.

“Lestat please,” I whimper, not even sure what I'm begging for but unable to stop.

"That's such a good girl," he praises. "I love it when you're scared and begging."

Just when I finally think I can breathe again, he steals it right back. His lips seal over mine in an electrifying kiss. My nails claw against his chest, earning me a low growl as he consumes my mouth with his own. The energy between us crackles and explodes as we both drink from each other. Sparks of fire and the taste of bitter wine invade my tongue.

As our tongues fight for dominance, he grips my waist and lifts me effortlessly. My legs instinctively curl around his trim waist just as I feel the tree press against my back.

The chill in the weather sends shivers curling through my body, yet the press of his body against my own is scorching hot. A sharp bite of my pain on either side of my hips has me gasping into his mouth. In one swift tug, he rips my thong away from my body, the shredded material getting trapped somewhere between our bodies.

He pulls away and positions the head of his cock at the entrance.

“Spread your pussy for me darling," he orders. I open my mouth to argue ready to tell him to just fuck me, but the look on his face renders me speechless

Frustration mounting, I reach both hands between our bodies and do as he says. A red flush stains my chest as I spread myself apart. It's demeaning when he knows I'm not supposed to want it.

He knows I want him to force himself inside me. And as punishment for insulting him, he's going to make me show him how much I want him. By spreading my pussy and inviting him in.

God, I hate him.

His hands tighten on my hips painfully. Tomorrow, I'll wake up with handprint bruises, and a part of me dreads that. It will be impossible to forget what happened when I'm wearing the imprint of his hands on my skin.

"Don't you dare move your hands" he threatens, a second before he's pulling me down on his awaiting dick.

I shout, my eyes building as I whimper from his size, He's too much, stretching me wider than I've ever been. I feel his girth slide between my fingers as he works himself inside deeper.

“There you go,” he coos mockingly, “Maybe one day you'll let me treat this pussy like glass, but you've been a bad girl, haven't you?"

When I don't answer, he jerks me down on him harder, earning another whimper.

"Haven't you?" he barks.

I shout breathlessly, squeezing my eyes shut against the invasion.

"Are you going to be a good girl now?"

“Yes” I mewl desperately. The pain is morphing into something far more erase and breathtaking. He slides out and pushes back in, gentler this time, but no less angry.

It feels like my body is on the cusp of bursting. This isn't natural to be so goddamn full.

He pulls out to the tip, and then he slams his entire length inside of me, I swear I feel him coming up my throat. I cry out, my voice breaking from the swell of emotion building inside my chest.

Not fucking natural.

"Goddamn, I can barely fucking fit"

He starts out slow and forceful. Harsh thrusts, then dragging himself out at a torturous pace, before slamming inside me again. I feel my body beginning to relax, sucking him in greedily as he damns my soul with every stroke.

Widening his stance, he braces himself against the tree and my stomach tightens. Shockwaves scatter throughout my nerve endings as he quickens his pace, roughly fucking me while loud noises I've never made in my life fall from my lips. The pleasure is blinding, and the feel of him sliding in and out between my fingers only heightens the potent lust stirring in the pit of my stomach.

My eyes lock back onto his, and a slow smile takes over his face. He leans in close, his lips skating across mine as he watches me slowly come apart at the seams, all the while grinning at me.

"Tell me darling, have you ever been fucked by a man like me?" I bite my lip and shake my head, fighting the urge to roll my eyes to the back of my head. He readjusts our position, sliding each arm under my knees and hiking them up high. An embarrassing scream escapes as he changes the angle of his hips and hits a spot that instantly makes my legs violently shake.

"Oh my God" I moan. And this time, I can't stop my head from dropping back to the tree behind me and my eyes from rolling backwards.

"That's right, baby. I am your fucking God," he growls before I feel his teeth sink into my neck. My stomach is tightening and I can feel an orgasm building dangerously fast. Just as I reach that peak, he pulls completely out. I whimper, the sudden emptiness almost painful.

He drops me to my feet and steps back, pointing to the floor. My knees wobble, my balance screwed from the sharp pleasure pulsating between my thighs.

"Get on your hands and knees."

I don't argue, mainly because the loss of the orgasm is painful and my legs are incapable of supporting my weight much longer.

Angry tears line the edges of my eyelids, but I bite back my snarky comment. He'll only make my punishment worse.

I expect him to slide back inside of me from behind, but his hands dart between my legs and grab me from the underside of my hips, lifting me up until my knees are no longer on the ground and forcing me to catch myself from face planting. I feel his hot breath fan across my pussy a second before his teeth latch onto my clit.

I yelp, jerking from the bite of pain. But he doesn't torture me like last time.

Immediately he suctions my clit in his mouth and laps at my dripping cunt. He hums, sending delicious vibrations radiating throughout my core.

“You taste so fucking good," he murmurs, before flicking his tongue against my clit.

I look up and shamelessly watch him feast on me from behind. I turn my head until I get the best view of him on his knees behind me, eating my pussy like a starved man.

The impending orgasm is renewed and more looming than before. I'm incapable of grinding back into his face like I want, so I'm helpless against his lashing tongue.

"'Lestat, please," I beg, my eyes crossing from the pleasure.

“Does my good girl want to come? he asks, his own voice breathless and uneven.

"Yes," I plead on a groan.

He pulls away, and I scream at him in frustration, pounding my fist against the floor. Fury from being denied a second time overwhelms me, and I thrash against his hold. He laughs at my attempt.

"You motherfucking ass-"

He interrupts my outburst by seating himself inside me, his balls slapping against the sensitive spot. I choke on my words, this angle allowing him in far deeper than before.

I arch my back and dig my nails into the floor, clawing at the dirty roots as he relentlessly pounds into me.

He grabs my hair and snaps my head back roughly, forcing me to look back and watch him fuck me.

"You want to come all over my cock, baby?"

I nod my head frantically. He smiles in response. "Have you been my good girl?" Another wobbly nod. "Then fucking say it,."

I clench around him when I hear my full name spoken in his gravelly tenor.

"'Im your good girl" I breathe, too far gone to feel anything but blinding lust. The hand in my hair travels down around my throat and squeezes tight while his other palm splays across my flat stomach. An orgasm built up inside of me and I could feel the beat radiating from his wet lips.

"Lestat,” he lands a smack to my ass, causing me to move forward and release a small moan.

“I’m going to spank you thirty times and I want you to count ever single fucking one of them, if you miss one or forget to say thank you, we start over, and I wouldn't want to bruise this ass before I got to fuck it"

My eyes roll back in my head as I push my ass higher in the air, ready for him to start, “Please spank me sir oh fuck please"

He inflicted another spank and I cried out with a hiss, “Thank you.”

He gave me what I wanted over and over until my ass was bruising with his hand marks and my juices were sliding down my thighs. Lestat pulled me up onto his lap and I hissed as pain slid through my body. His hands rubbed up and down my waist as I panted for breath, still riding the pleasure of my orgasm as cum dripped out onto his soaked cock.

“Tonight was just practice but I promise you,” he leaned in close so that his lips brushed my cheek, “Next time, you’re going to be much better behaved.”

His words were filled with warning, and yet I couldn’t help but whimper at the idea of being fucked in every single way possible.

Again.

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Part two of my Charlie Babbitt story🌝 I loved writing this part ngl I’m a sucker for enemies to lovers and forced proximity tropes😭 spoiler alert: there’s a one bed trope so prepare yourself for some hot arguing yet again🫵🎀

~Part two~

Charlie rushed towards the elevator, the whole time mumbling to himself whilst I rolled my eyes. I was still only wearing a towel but I was too annoyed to care as I joined Charlie and he pushed the button. Part of me still wondered if he was playing some elaborate joke but he seemed more pissed off than me - pacing the tiny area and cursing loudly.

“That’s not helping anybody.”

He threw his hands up, “What is with you constantly picking at everything I do?!”

Part of me found it entertaining but I was never going to admit that. A crease drew between my brow as the elevator pinged and the doors slowly parted. Charlie practically sprinted to the front desk and I awkwardly followed behind him.

“There seems to be a problem with our rooms,” Charlie cut in with a furrowed brow, “We were both placed in room 101?”

The old man behind the counter looked down at me in my towel and I shifted behind Charlie with narrowed eyes, “One of us will need another room.”

He cleared his throat, “I’m sorry but this hotel is fully booked. You were probably placed in the same room so that there was enough for every person on the plane.”

Charlie’s eyes widened, “There’s got to be one other room! Me and Ray will take anything, well…actually no, she should leave!”

“Me?!” My voice rose to match his level and I didn’t fail to notice the heads swinging our way, “It was mine first!”

“But there’s one of you, and two of us.”

“Excuse me,” the old man interrupted with a thin smile, “Due to the airlines emergency, there are simply no other rooms available. You’ll have to share or find another hotel.”

My heart thundered as Charlie leaned forward, “How far is the next hotel?”

“An hour away,” he stated simply.

“An hour,” Charlie scoffed, “It’s nearly midnight and my brother is already sleep. We can’t travel an hour in the car, a tired Ray will drive me insane.”

He looked at me expectantly and I frowned, “I don’t have a car either. I’m not going anywhere until tomorrow.”

“Well that’s just so amazingly helpful you see, as me and Ray are already leaving tomorrow as well!” I stepped back as he yelled, “You’re not solving anything!”

“It’s one fucking night,” I snapped and the old man paled, “Pull yourself together. We’ll sleep in separate rooms and after tomorrow you’ll never see me again. Okay?”

Charlie folded his lips together in a tight line, “Fine.” He glared at the man, “Thanks for your help I guess.”

Did he have to be rude to every other human being he came across? We trudged back into the elevator and stood in uncomfortable silence.

“Your towel isn’t on properly,” the corner of his lip lifted as the elevator doors pinged open.

“It’s-“ I looked back at the mirror and gasped at the sight of my entire back on display.

My

entire

back side.

Hastily I wrapped the towel around myself though it wasn’t going to do anything now. Shoving past Charlie, I rushed into our room and headed for the second bedroom, “Fuck you Charlie! Could you not have said anything before now?!”

He shrugged lamely from the other side of the door, “Didn’t notice till then.”

“You dick!” I quickly got changed and stormed back out, “What is your problem?”

“My problem? My problem is that there’s one fucking bed which means you’re going to get a comfortable sleep whereas im going to lie on the stiff couch and have a sleepless night!” He blew it in a quick breath, “The whole world doesn’t revolve around you.”

“Stop thunking everyone is out to get you Babbitt, your complaining is going to drive me fucking insane,” I slumped down onto the bed, “Go to sleep on the couch. You seem like you need it.”

He mumbled something to himself as he flopped down onto the couch and punched his pillow. He was so aggressive all the time would it kill him to relax? He ran a hand through his unkept dark hair and turned off the lamplight.

“Me and Ray are up and out of here by 7am.”

“Fantastic,” I groaned and turned over. Part of me hated Charlie but the other half hated myself for still being attracted to him even after everything. There was no denying that he was good looking and don’t get me wrong, his personality was shit but his appearance almost balanced him out.

Did that make me a bad person?

After a few minutes of tossing and turning, Charlie quietly mumbled, “Are you still awake?”

“Yeah,” I huffed and rubbed at my eyes, “I can’t sleep.”

“I thought you said you were exhausted?”

“I thought you said you didn’t want a sleepless night?”

“Touché,” he yawned, “I’ve just got too much on my mind.”

My pulse raced as I stared up at the ceiling. I truly didn’t know anything about Charlie except that he argued in public places. He had to have some good traits though I mean - he was looking after his brother and clearly cared for him in some weird way. No true dickhead would care for someone like that.

“Do you wanna play a game?” I asked quietly. Charlie was clearly stressed out about being late for LA and I hadn’t exactly made things easier for him. Maybe if we both relaxed we’d see that we were more alike than we realised and he wasn’t too bad.

Maybe.

“Sure,” he replied in uncertainty, “What did you have in mind?”

I thought about it for a moment, “Truth or dare?”

“That’s what you have in mind?”

“I haven’t got any other ideas! Plus it’ll help me get to know you better.”

There was a long moment of silence before he murmured, “Truth.”

I propped myself up with my elbow, “Do you…have any weird fantasies?”

Charlie choked on a chuckle and I couldn’t help but laugh quietly at his surprise. I could hear the smile in his voice as he replied,

“Of course you want to know about my sex fantasies.”

“I never mentioned sex!”

“What other fantasies are there?”

“I don’t know,” I sighed, “Romantic ones? Like carrying a lady off into the sunset or something?”

“Yeah no,” he cut in, “And even if I did have a sex fantasy id never tell you.”

“I’ll find out one way or another,” I smiled in the darkness though he couldn’t see me, “Truth or dare?”

“No it’s my turn to ask you. Now truth or dare.”

I rolled my eyes and he murmured, “If you keep doing that they’re going to get stuck facing your brain.”

I sat up, “How can you see me?”

“I can’t but I know you well.”

“After one day?”

“You’re surprisingly easy to read.”

Yeah right. Charlie knew nothing about me except what I’d allowed him to see.

“I pick truth.”

“Alright then…okay um what kind of man do you find attractive? You can be honest, it’s fine, I’m just curious,” he drew in a long breath.

“I’m not telling you, it’s private like your sex fantasies,” I quipped.

“Oh come on, just give me something.”

I sighed reluctantly at his pleas, “Fine…I Like my men with green or brown eyes, nice arms, a nice back-“

“Nice back?!” He exclaimed.

“Yes, I’d like him to have a nice back,” I explained, “What’s wrong with that?”

“It’s weird, why would their back matter-“

“I’m not getting into details with you.”

“Well then do another truth because your answer was awful.”

I scoffed, “You’re really sucking the fun out of this game, you know that?”

“Truth,” he ignored me, “What was the first thing you noticed about me at the airport?”

“You mean besides from your loud opinion and obnoxious look and unhelpful attitude-“

“Answer the question like a normal person,” he huffed quietly and feigned another yawn.

“Okay…,” I thought back to when I’d turned around at the airport to see Charlie behind me, “Your brow was furrowed and your eyes…your eyes were glaring at Ray and they were bright green. And with the sunlight slanting through the open window, they had specks of gold in them.”

He paused for a long moment and I worried if I’d said too much, “The first thing I noticed was your skin.”

My eyes widened, “My skin?!”

“It’s a nice shade of brown,” he defended, “Well I have to admit it was your body. You have a wonderful figure but then you started talking and ruined the whole package.”

He barely dodged the pillow I threw at him from across the room, “As if you’d ever get my package.”

“We’ll see about that,” he chuckled quietly, “I also liked your lips. They’re perfect hearts and a perfect natural shade.”

My heart pounded so loudly I wondered if he heard it, “Really?”

“I just don’t like the shit that comes out of them.”

I had no more pillows to throw at him and he knew it.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” he mumbled quietly.

“At which part?”

“All of it,” he admitted and for a moment he actually sounded guilty, “I’ve just been having a really crappy week and Ray makes things so difficult…it doesn’t excuse me getting mad at you though.”

The corner of my lip lifted, “I’m sorry for yelling as well. I was just worried for Ray.”

“I don’t blame you, I’m a shitty brother.”

“No shitty brother would care for Ray as much as you do,” my voice softened, “You love him, I’ve seen it.”

“I don’t know about that, I barely know the guy.”

I sat up, “What?”

“It’s…it’s complicated. Raymond inherited millions of dollars from our father and I was completely cut out of the picture so…”

“So…?”

“So we’re travelling to LA so I can get custody over him.”

“That’s…” my first thought was to say sweet but a sudden thought raced through my mind, “You only want custody so you can control the money. Don’t you?”

I took his silence as an answer. Anger simmered within me as I glanced at Raymond’s shut bedroom door, did he even know he was being dragged all the way to LA just to lose all his money? Did he even understand the concept of money?

“I don’t expect you to understand,” he shrugged, “Ray won’t know how to use all that money, I mean- he doesn’t even know what money is! I plan to use some of it for my business, and I know this isn’t morally right but…it’s what I need right now. I need this more than Ray.”

“But why would your father leave you with nothing?” I questioned, trying to understand the whole situation. To be honest, I sympathised with Charlie for being left with nothing whilst his brother inherited millions it- it wasn’t fair at all, his father sounded like a dick. But to travel so far just to gain custody…I understood why he was doing it but I’d never be able to go through with it myself.

“Again it’s…complicated,” he sighed, “We never had the best relationship.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” and I really was. Charlie wasn’t as bad as I’d originally thought and he didn’t deserve such a tough time.

“It’s not your fault,” he gave me a small smile, “I really am sorry for being so hard on you.”

“I get it, I wasn’t exactly the sweetest either,” i laughed quietly, “So you’re heading to LA in a car?”

“Yep, gonna be the hardest three days of my life,” he chuckled humourlessly, “What about you? Why are you going to LA?”

“It’s my sisters wedding,” I clapped my hands together excitedly, “ive never actually met the husband to be, because we live so far but she says he’s wonderful.”

“ ive never been to a wedding,” he paused for a few seconds, “How are you going to get there?”

Embarrassment flared at my cheeks though he couldn’t see me in the dark room, “By car, just like you.”

“You have a car?”

“No, not at all but I’ll find one.”

“You’ll find a car by tomorrow?”

“What, is it hard?”

“For someone like you probably not,” he flashed a smile, “But it might take a while. I would offer you a ride with us to LA, but I think Ray might actually drive you insane.”

“I could never burden you like that,” I shook my head, “and for the record, Ray wouldn’t drive me insane, but it’d be entertaining to see you slowly go crazy in the span of three days.”

“Oh I don’t know about that, Ray can make anybody crazy.”

I stifled my laughter and glanced at Ray’s door, “I…I could pay you. To take me to LA.”

“You don’t-“

“I can’t just take the free ride when we started out so badly,” I argued, “It’s the least I could do. I’ll pay you £300.”

“£300?!” His voice rose.

“£100 everyday isn’t enough?”

“It’s more than enough,” he stilled to think about it for a long moment, “And I could use the money.”

“Then it’s settled.”

“I’m not sure about it though, I really don’t mind driving you for free.”

“With Ray in the back seat and us arguing, you’re going to need the money. Trust me,” I smiled, “You’ll mind when we get on the road.”

“You know me well.”

“We’re just getting along right now, but I’m sure tomorow will be a different story.”

“I hope not, I like you a lot more when you’re not screaming for me to shut my mouth and locking me out of the bathroom.”

I rolled my eyes, “And I like you a lot more when you’re not causing a scene in crowded areas and letting me embarrass myself half naked.”

He choked on his laughter, “Sorry about that one.”

“Total dick Move.”

“Well we’re officially starting a new chapter,” he shuffled towards the end of my bed and outstretched his hand, “I’m Charlie Babbitt.”

“Such a pleasure to meet you,” I shook his hand firmly and felt sparks shooting up my arm at his touch, “Now I dare you to go to sleep.”

A smile touched his lips as he settled back onto the couch. Closing my eyes, I pulled the covers back over my body and tried to fall asleep, though it was hard to when Charlie was so close.

And snoring loud enough to wake up the whole hotel.

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AGHHH THIS IS THE LAST PART OF STUCK WITH YOU I CANT BELIEVE I FINISHED IT ALREADY😭😭 I’ve loved writing this story the most it’s been my SLOWEST SLOW BURN but I’ve absolutely been ADDICTED to the plot and hot mini tropes🤭 ofc this entire story was written for the beautiful beautiful one and only @mqverick so yes, this is for HER AND HER ONLY🫵👹 IVE SAID IT BEFORE AND ILL SAY IT AGAIN HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUV UR THE BEST AND DESERVE EVERY SINGLE TOM CRUISE SMUT FANFIC IN THE WORLD THIS ONE IS FOR U🫶💞

There was a knock at the door and I jumped to my feet, panic holding me rigid. After my argument with Charlie last night, I’d tried to find another hotel nearby but they’d all been too full or too far so I was still in the same one. I’d purchased another room on the other side of the building, but I knew he’d find me. Charlie could be persistent when he wanted to be.

“Hello?!” He banged his fist against the door, “I know you’re in there, let me in! I dont like how we left things yesterday, can we talk?!”

I sighed heavily and opened the door a few inches. Charlie’s palms were pressed flat against the doorframe and his eyes were red as though he hadn’t slept all night. Now I felt bad because he had a whole day of driving ahead but it was still deserved.

“You want to talk or yell?” His head snapped up at the sound of my voice.

“Talk,” he promised solemnly and pressed his lips into a thin line, “But I haven’t got long because Ray is on his own in the hotel room and I don’t trust him to be careful.”

I inhaled sharply and opened the hotel door. Charlie slowly brushed past me and my stomach fluttered at the small touch. I walked forward into the bedroom and he followed quietly behind me.

“I haven’t been sleeping all night, because I’ve been thinking about what you said…and you’re right. I mean you’re always right, but I never realised just how right until you weren’t there to remind me,” his hand rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “Ive been really shitty to you and Raymond and you’re such a good person, and I want to be the perfect person for you. You deserve someone better than me but…if you come with me to LA, I’ll spend the rest of my time trying to be that perfect person to you.”

I forgot how to breathe, “You’re ready for commitment?”

“The idea still terrifies me, I can’t lie- Ive got so much going on but you’re right. You’ve been so helpful and comfortable to be around, and I know we haven’t known each other for long but you’ve really impacted my life. That first night in the hotel, was the night I started to forget a life without you.”

He took a step forward and breath caught in my throat, “I wasn’t lying when I said I needed you. You keep me sane, you keep me anchored, and you remind me when I’m acting like a total dick and I love you for it. I love everything about you, your stubbornness, the way you smile when you think I’m not looking, the way you fit perfectly in my arms.”

His hand came up to hold the small of my back and I arched into his touch, “There’s only you. Even when I'm not with you, there's only you. Next time, just ask. You've never had a problem being bluntly honest with me. If we're going to do this, then we have to trust each other."

"And you want to do this?" I hold my breath.

He sighs, long and hard, then admits, "Yes." His hand slides up, and he caresses my cheek with his thumb. "I can't make you any promises, But I'm tired of fighting it."

"Yes." One word has never meant so much to me. Then I blink, remembering his previous comment about our first night together in that hotel, “You wanted me then?"

"I've wanted you from the first second I saw you,” he admits, “Even when you were screaming at me in the airport, the fierceness turned me on.”

I laughed quietly and he stroked my cheek with his thumb, “And if I was short with you yesterday... well, it's just a shit day and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.”

"I understand,” I nodded, imagining I was in his situation. His head tilted ever so slightly towards mine and I gestured to the bed, “Now sit.”

"What?" His eyebrows rise.

"Sit," I order, staring him down.

To my absolute surprise, he does as I ask, sitting on the side of his bed.

His long legs stretch out in front of him, and he leans back slightly on the heels of his hands. "Now what?"

I move between his thighs and run my fingers through his hair. He closes his eyes and leans into my touch, and I swear, I feel my heart crack wide open. "Now I take care of you."

His eyes fly open and gods, are they beautiful. I've memorized every gold fleck in those green depths. Running my hands through his hair, I sink to my knees before him.

"You don’t-“

"I'm just taking off your boots." A smirk plays at my lips as I unlace one, then the other, taking them off.

His gaze locks on my skirt, heating every time the slit reveals a section of my thigh. "You've been wearing that all morning?"

"That's what you get for walking behind me," I tease, coming to stand between his thighs again.

"I can't really argue about the view from the back, either." He tilts his chin to look up at me.

"Be quiet and let me get this off you." I take off his jacket and his arms curled around my hips.

"I don't deserve you." he tugs me closer. "But I'm going to keep you all the same."

"Good." I lean in and brush my lips over his. "Because I think I'm in love with you." My heart beats erratically, and panic claws up my rib cage.

I shouldn't have said it.

His eyes flare wide and his arms tighten around me. "You think? Or you know?"

Be brave.

Even if he doesn't feel the same, at least I will have spoken my truth.

"I know. I'm so wildly in love with you that I can't imagine what my life would even look like without you in it. And I probably shouldn't have said that, but if we're doing this, then we're starting from a place of complete honesty."

He crushes his mouth to mine and pulls me fully into his lap so I'm straddling him. He kisses me so deep that I lose myself in it, in him. There are no words as he takes off my my shirt and unbuttons my skirt, all without breaking the kiss. "Stand," he says against my lips.

"Charlie.” My heart thunders.

"I fucking need you, Right now. And I don't need anyone, so I'm not quite sure how to handle this feeling, but I'm giving it my best. And if you don't want this today, that's fine, but I'm going to need you to walk out that door right now, because if you don't, I'm going to have you naked on your back in the next two minutes."

The intensity in his eyes and the vehemence of his words should frighten me, but they don't. Even if this man loses every ounce of his self-control, I know he'll never hurt me.

"Walk away or stay, but either way, I need you to stand up," he begs.

A smile curved at my lips, “I think two minutes might be overestimating your skills.”

He grins and lifts me from his lap.

My feet hit the floor. "I'm timing you."

"Is that_"

"One. Two." I hold up my fingers. "Three."

He's on his feet in a heartbeat, and then his mouth is on mine, and I stop counting. I'm too busy chasing the strokes of his tongue, feeling the ripple of his muscles beneath my fingertips, to give a shit where my clothes are going.

I feel air rush against my legs as my skirt hits the floor, leaving me in my underwear while I suck on his tongue.

He groans, Then his hands are in my hair, and he pulls back only long enough to rake his ravenous gaze down my body. "So fucking beautiful."

"I think that might have been a little longer than two-" I start, but he grabs the back of my thighs and lifts, sweeping my feet out from underneath me. My back hits the bed with a slight bounce, and honestly, I should have seen that move coming given that he's been putting me on my back for the better part of a year now.

"Still counting?" he asks, dropping to his knees beside the bed and pulling me up.

"Do you need me to keep score?" I tease as my ass hits the end of the bed.

"Feel free." He grins, and before I can get another word in, his mouth is between my thighs.

I suck in a sharp breath and throw my head back at the sheer pleasure of his tongue, licking and swirling around my clit. "Oh fuck."

He licks me from entrance to clit, finally flicking his tongue over that sensitive spot and I moan.

"Fuck, you taste good." He lifts my thighs up onto his shoulders and settles in like he has nowhere else to be tonight.

Then he absolutely devours me with tongue and teeth.

Pleasure, hot and insistent, spirals in my stomach and I'm lost in sensation, my hips rising and falling as I chase the high he drives me toward with every expert stab of his tongue.

My thighs tremble when he takes up a rhythm against my clit and drives two fingers inside me. They lock when he strokes his fingers in time with his tongue. Mindless, I'm simply mindless.

when he tips me over the edge of oblivion, it's his name I scream as that power whips outward with every wave of my climax.

"That's one," he says, kissing his way up my limp body. Moving his fingers out of me, he moves them to his lips and never once breaks eye contact. I suck in a deep breath as he licks his fingers clean, savouring my taste.

"Your mouth is..." I shake my head as his hands slide under me, moving us to the center of his bed. "There are no words for that."

"Delicious," he whispers, his lips skimming the plane of my stomach.

"You are absolutely delicious. I never should have waited this long to get my mouth on you."

I gasp when he sucks the peak of my breast into his mouth, his tongue lashing and stroking my nipple as he works the other between thumb and forefinger, setting a whole new fire within me built on the embers of the first.

By the time he gets to my neck, I'm a writhing flame beneath him, touching every part of him I can reach, stroking my hands down his arms, his back, his chest. Fuck, this man is incredible.

Our mouths meet in a deep kiss, and I can taste us both in it as I draw my knees upward, settling his hips right where they're meant to be- between my thighs.

he groans, and I can feel the head of him at my entrance. He shakes his head slowly and I smile.

"I don't get equal time to play?" I tease, arching my hips so he slides against me and making my own breath catch with the motion.

He nips my lower lip. "You can play all you want later if I can have you right now."

Yeah, that's a plan I can get with. "You already have me."

His gaze collides with mine as he hovers above me, bracing his weight to keep from crushing me. "You have everything I have to give."

That's enough...for now. I nod, arching my hips again.

Eyes locked with mine, he pushes into me with one long roll of his hips, consuming every inch and then taking another until he's i feel him everywhere.

The pressure, the stretch, the fit of him is beyond words.

"You feel so damn good." I roll my hips because I can't help myself.

"I could say the same thing about you." He smiles, using my own words from earlier against me. Hard, deep, and slow, he sets a rhythm that has me arching for every thrust as we come together again and again and again.

He drives us up the bed, and I throw my arms back, bracing against the headboard for leverage as I meet every plunge of his hips. God, each is better than the last. When I urge him to move faster, he gives me a wicked grin and takes me at the same mind-blowing, heart-jolting pace. "I want this to last. I need this to last."

"But I'm..." That fire in my core is coiled tight and so ready to burst free that I can almost taste how sweet it will be.

"I know." He drives forward again, and I whimper at how fucking good it feels. "Just stay with me." He adjusts the angle so he hits my clit with every thrust and presses my knee forward, taking me even deeper.

I'm not going to survive this. I'm going to die right here in this bed.

"Then I'm going to die with you," he promises, kissing me.

I'm so far gone, I didn't even realize I said the words out loud.

"More. I need more." Pleasure simmers beneath my skin and my legs lock.

"You're almost there. Fuck, you feel so damn good around me. I'm never going to get enough of this, enough of you.”

"I Love you." His eyes flare and his control snaps as he pounds into me, and that coiled pleasure explodes as he drives toward his own release, groaning into the side of my neck as the last waves of my orgasm leave me shuddering against him.

Long minutes pass before our breathing steadies, "You're all right?" he asks, brusting my hair back from my face.

"I'm great. You're great. That was-“

"Great?" he supplies.

"Exactly."

"I was going to use the word glorious but I think 'great covers it,”

His fingers tangle in my hair. "I fucking love your hair. If you ever want to bring me to my knees or win an argument, just let it down. I'll get the point." I grin as the breeze rustles through the brown strands.

My head turned to the side and I gasped at the broken desk to our left.

"What are we going to do?"

"Right now?" He strokes my hair back from my face again. "That was two, if we're still counting, and I say we clean up, move the desk out the way, and get you to three, maybe four if you're still awake."

My jaw drops. "After we broke the furniture?"

He smiles and shrugs. "I don’t care about the cost.”

I gaze down at his body, and the craving for him ignites again, "Yeah, let's go for three."

We're going for five, my hips in Charlie’s hands while I slowly ride him, and trail my fingers down the hard planes and muscles of his back. I'm not sure how either of us is still moving, and yet we can't seem to stop, can't get enough.

"It really is beautiful," I tell him, rising up only to sink back down again, taking him deep within me.

His dark eyes flare as his hands flex. "Oh yeah, you always wanted a man with a nice back, didn’t you?." He arches his hips, hitting me at a sublime angle.

"Mhm,” Fuck he's robbing me of every thought.

Someone pounds on the door.

"Go the fuck away!" Charlie yelled, reaching up my back and hooking onto my shoulder to pull me down into his next thrust.

I fall forward, muffling my moan in his neck.

"I really wish I could." There's enough regret in the voice that I believe it.

"Someone better be dead if I get out of this bed," Charlie retorts.

“It’s your brother, Raymond Babbitt?” The man called, “Nothing bad, we just found him wandering the hotel looking lost.”

Both Charlie and I startle, our gazes colliding in shock. I slide off him, and he covers me with his blanket before shoving his legs into his trousers and striding for the door.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Charlie swung open the door to see the hotel manager and Raymond standing there awkwardly.

“Charlie, Charlie Babbitt,” Ray mumbled quietly.

Charlie clapped his shoulder softly and I couldn’t help but grin.

~3 days later~

Charlie stared down at me with a mischievous smile, “Dance with me.”

I scoffed, “You don’t dance.”

“For you I will,” he offered me his hand and I looked down at it hesitantly, “Come on. You can’t come all this way to a wedding and not dance.”

I rolled my eyes playfully and accepted his hand. Keeping his eyes on me, he led us to the dance floor as though he knew exactly where to go and I sighed.

“This is so embarrassing,” I wrapped my arms around his neck and glanced to my right. My sister, dressed in her brilliant white gown, winked at me and I scrunched my nose back at her.

“Love isn’t embarrassing,” he murmured lowly and wrapped his arm around my waist. Our free hands came up to clasp each other and I smiled at the sight. The music slowed to a more romantic tune and we began to sway from side to side, never once breaking eye contact. I was wearing a red dress that accentuated my hips and hugged at my curves. Charlie kept reminding me how beautiful I looked though in all honesty, I was most excited for when he took it off me tonight. We’d made it to LA and we’re currently moving from hotel to hotel whilst we came up with a solid plan.

I looked at all the dressed up people around us and realised one person was missing, “I’m sorry about Ray.”

He shook his head fiercely, “You don’t have to be. Ray’s better off back at his institution, it never would’ve worked if he lived with me.”

I nodded, “Yeah…you did deserve a bit of the money though.”

“Its all his, that money was never meant to be mine and besides,” he leant closer to press his lips against my forehead, “I already have everything I need.”

I grinned and claimed his lips with mine, my arms tightening around his neck and his hands pulling me closer. I couldn’t get enough of this man, Charlie Babbitt was going to be the death of me.

“What happens after this?” I pulled back for breath, “When we both go home?”

“Well we don’t live far from each other,” the corner of his lip lifted, “And I need a new employee at the company.”

“Oh really?” My brow raised jokingly, “I didn’t realise there was a job vacancy.”

“It actually opened up recently,” he pretended to look at his watch, “Two seconds ago to be precise.”

I chuckled quietly and he nodded, “Though seriously, there is a job for you at the company if you want it.”

“What would I be doing?”

“I’m sure we can find something,” he shrugged as we moved around the dance floor, “I’d be your boss…”

“Sounds like a forbidden Office romance,” my mouth curved into a smile as I kissed my way up his jaw, “I’m in.”

“You just like the idea of me bending you over the desk and fucking you senseless when we’re not supposed to, don’t you?” he murmured against my skin and my back arched slightly.

“You know….we could always take this conversation to the bathroom.”

He leant back, “At your sisters wedding?”

I shrugged, “She won’t care, and I need this right now….so I can go to the bathroom alone and think about you slamming me against the wall and sliding your-“

His head leaned back with a low groan and I continued, “…Or you can come with me and make these fantasies a reality.”

I grew hot under the intensity of his dark gaze, and he smirked, “You never even had to ask.”

Without wasting a moment of hesitation, Charlie grabbed my hand and we rushed back out to the private bathrooms. My skin was already hot at the idea of Charlie filling me, and my heart pounded loudly enough for the both of us. This day couldn’t get any better.

My back pressed against the cool bathroom wall and Charlie pinned my wrists above my head. Pulling my skirt to the side, he lined himself up at my entrance and wait…no, it could get better.

He rolled into me with one thick thrust and my head tipped back in blissful pleasure. Completely inside of me, I took a moment to adjust to his size before he pounded into me once more, my thighs already spilling with a pool of wetness.

Best

Day

Ever.

The end💋

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Part four🎀🫶

This part contains some very 18+ mature smut so yeah you’ve been warned👹👹

Raymond sat in his bedroom and I glanced his way with a small frown. We were back in a hotel, and the more I got to know Raymond, the more I felt bad for him. It wasn’t fair for him to be dragged all this way just to lose his wealth - even if he didn’t know how to use it.

Charlie stepped into the room with narrowed eyes, “What are you going?”

I pointed to Ray’s room and whisper shouted, “It’s not fair to him!”

His lip curled slightly as he took another step forward, “I admire your care for him.”

“The care that you lack!” My hands tightened into fists at my sides. I didn’t want to be so angry at Charlie but he made it so easy, when he was rude to Raymond, “We got carried away in your car earlier and Ray nearly got hurt! If something bad happened and we didn’t get there in time-“

In one stride, Charlie closed the distance between us and was close enough that I could feel his body heat through the thin cotton on my dressing gown.

“Do you regret what happened earlier in my car?” His eyes were dark as they bored into mine.

“No,” I swallowed, “And that makes me a bad person, because something could’ve happened to him. We put him in danger and yet- if given the chance, I’d still stay with you in that car. I’m selfish and bad and-“

He takes hold of my hands and brings them to his chest. "Stop blaming yourself for having some fun! You’re allowed to mess around because no one got hurt, but if you’re feeling selfish, do whatever you need to get it out. You want to yell? Yell at me. You want to hit something? Hit me. I can take it."

Hitting him is the last thing I want to do, and suddenly, I'm done fighting it.

"Come on," he whispered, Show me what you've got."

Without a second thought or rather a thought, I surge up on my toes and kiss him. His body goes rigid for one beat, two, and then he pins quickly against the door, jostling the frame. Fuck. He captures my wrists in one hand and holds them prisoner above my head.

Charlie groans against my mouth and the plea in his tone floods my veins with a whole different form of power. Knowing he's just as affected by our attraction as I am is a rush.

"This isn't what you want."

"It's exactly what I want," I counter. "You said to do whatever I need, and I’m tired of patience." I arch my back, pressing the tips of my breasts against his chest.

His breathing changes, and there's a war in his eyes that I'm determined to win. It's time to stop dancing around this unbearable tension and break it.

He leans down, his mouth only inches from mine. "And I'm telling you that I'm the last thing you need." The barely leashed growl of his voice rumbles up through his chest, and every nerve ending in my body flares to life.

"Are you suggesting someone else?" My heart races as I chance calling his bluff.

"Fuck no." The unmistakable flare of jealousy narrows his eyes for a heartbeat before his hips pin mine to the door, and my instant relief at his answer is replaced by a jolt of pure lust. I can see that infamous control of his hovering on the edge, balancing precariously on the point of a knife.

All he needs is one. Little. Push. And I'm about to shamelessly shove.

"Good." I tilt my head up to his and draw his bottom lip between mine, sucking before gently nipping him with my teeth. "Because I only want you, Charlie.”

The words breach something within him, and he gives.

Finally.

Our mouths collide, and the kiss is hot and hard and completely out of our control. Need streaks down my spine as he takes my ass in his hands and hauls me against his hips, my back raking the ridges of the door behind me as I use it as leverage to push closer to his strength.

I wrap my legs around his waist and lock my ankles. My dressing gown rises with the motion, but I don't care, not with the all-consuming way he's kissing me. The caress of his mouth and the strokes of his wicked tongue steal every logical thought, and my world narrows to this kiss, this minute, this man. Mine. In this moment, Charlie Babbitt is mine.

Or maybe I'm his. Who fucking cares as long as he keeps kissing me?

Heat floods my body in an addictive rush, setting every inch of my skin aflame as his mouth slides down my neck in a sensual assault that makes me moan.

"Fuck,” he says against my throat, and then we're moving.

Wood scrapes the floor and crashes before my ass hits the bed, and my ankles fall from the small of his back when he leans over me, spearing his fingers through my hair at the nape of my neck as he takes my mouth again. I kiss him back with a hunger I've only known with him.

"You'll hate me in the morning. You. Don't. Really. Want. This" He punctuates each word with a kiss along my jaw, making his way to my ear.

He bites the lobe, and my core liquefies, going molten.

"Stop telling me what I want." I breathe raggedly and thread my fingers through the short strands of his hair, tilt my head, giving him better access. He takes it, working his way down my neck to where it curves into my shoulder.

Fuck, that feels good. Every touch of his mouth to my heated skin is flame to kindling, and I suck in a sharp breath when he lingers on a sensitive spot, taking his time. But then he stills again, his breath hot and wet against the side of my neck.

My brow furrows with an unwelcome thought. "Unless you don't want me?”

“Does this feel like I don't want you?" He takes my hand and slides it between our bodies, and my fingers curl around his length through his leathers. I whimper with pure want at the feel of how hard he is for me.

"I always fucking want you." He groans as I squeeze. Then he lifts his head, seizes my gaze with his, and I recognize the wild need in those gold-flecked depths. It mirrors my own. "You walk into a room, and I can't look away. I get anywhere near you, and this is what happens.

Instantly hard. Fucking hell, I can barely think when you're around." He rocks his hips into my hand, and my grip tightens along with my stomach. "Wanting you is not the problem here."

"Then what is?"

"I'm trying to do the honorable thing and not take advantage of you when you’re feeling shitty." His jaw flexes.

I smile and kiss the side of his mouth. "It's always a shit day around here. And it's not taking advantage when I'm asking" - my teeth nip at his lips-"correction, begging you to make my day better."

He says my name like a warning, as if he's something I should be wary of, and fuck, if I don't want to hear it again and again, just like that I was going to go insane.

"I don't want to think, Charlie I just want to feel.” I release him. One tug of the ribbon is all it takes to unravel the long, loose braid of my hair, and I run my fingers through the mass.

His eyes darken, and I know I've won.

"Fuck me, this hair," he says, then hovers his mouth over mine. "And this mouth. All I ever want to do is kiss you, even when you piss me off."

"So kiss me." I arch into him and claim his lips, kissing him like this might be the only time I'll get the chance. I melt against him, feeling every thrust of his tongue with mine. He tastes like mint, and I can’t get enough. He's the worst kind of addiction, dangerous and impossible to sate.

"Tell me to stop," he whispers, his thumb skimming the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, already slick and wet for him.

"Don't stop." I'll die if he does.

"Fuck,” he groans, slipping his hand between my thighs.

Never mind. That is how I want him to say my name from now on.

Just like that.

He glides the fabric of my underwear across my clit, and my back arches at the burst of pleasure that radiates through my body, so sweet I can taste it.

He captures my mouth with his again in a hungry assault, his tongue sliding against mine as his fingers stroke me through the fabric, expertly using it for friction. I try to rock my hips against his hand for more.

"Touch me," I demand, my fingernails biting into the back of his strong neck, desire pounding through me like a drumbeat. His fingers slide under my underwear and stroke my slickened core, and a moan tumbles from my lips.

"So damned soft." He kisses me deeply as his fingers touch and tease, making that sweet coil of pleasure tighten in my core. I dig my nails into his shoulder, my back arching as he makes tighter and tighter circles against my swollen clit. "I bet you taste just as good as you feel."

Pleasure shudders through me, a living, breathing fire beneath my skin.

"More." It's all I'm capable of saying, demanding, as my skin flushes and all I can do is whimper against his mouth as he slides two fingers inside me.

My muscles clench around him, and he works in a second.

"You're so fucking tight," His voice drops, sounding like it's been scraped over coals. " I can't wait to feel you come around my cock.”

That mouth. I ride his thrusting fingers and he curls them against my inner walls and I gasp, my thighs locking around his hips.

And when he uses his thumb to stroke my clit, the friction and pressure push me to the edge of mindless bliss.

I cry out, and he covers the sound with his mouth, kissing with devious strokes of his tongue that match the movement of his fingers within me.

"Look at you. You're fucking beautiful. Let go for me." His words curl around my mind, his mouth fused to mine, and the intimacy of it pushes me to the limit of pleasure and then right over it.

He swallows my cry as my back bows, the first wave of my orgasm washing over me, releasing that tight coil of tension in a burst of sparks at the edge of my vision.

"Charlie,” I moan as the pleasure ebbs and flares again.

He grins and slides his fingers from my body, and I'm nothing but ragged breaths and raw hunger as I reach for his shirt. I want it off now. He accommodates my urgency, ripping off the fabric, and then we're kissing again, all swirling tongues and roaming hands. The feel of his skin under my fingertips is divine, impossibly soft over yards of hard muscle. I trace the lines of his back, memorizing the dips and hollows as ripples with every move he makes.

"I need you now," I gasp and reach for the buttons of his trousers. I shove the fabric past his hips, freeing the thick length of his cock. It's hot and hard in my hand, and the moan that rips from his lips makes me me melt.

"I'm asking you to fuck me." I arch up and kiss him.

He groans, dragging my hips impossibly closer. He lifts me for a better angle, and the head of his cock rubs against my clit. I gasp and his eyes lock with mine. The hunger I see etched in every tense line of his body is my undoing. I need him. No more holding back. Not anymore.

He seemed to hesitate at my entrance and I pulled him closer, "I'm fine. You won't break me."

He pushes inside that first, tight inch of me, and I gasp at the fit, the stretch.

"More." I'm too busy kissing him to speak. "I need all of you."

"You're going to be the death of me," Whatever's left of his control slips, and he takes me completely with one hard thrust.

I moan into the kiss. Deep. He's so fucking deep that I feel him everywhere.

"Tell me you're all right." He's already moving, thank fuck.

"I'm perfect." Better than perfect.

"You feel so fucking good." He slams back into me, again and again, as he sets a brutal, steady pace, his mouth sliding down my neck as his hand rises to cup my breast.

I can't even think around the maddening pleasure as my back pounds the bed frame with every thrust, filling the room with the sound of our straining bodies and creaking wood. Every stroke is better than the last.

My breaths stutter.

"Fuck, I'm never going to get enough of you, am I?" he says, his face buried in my neck as I arch into him.

"Shut up and fuck me, Babbitt." Tomorrow is soon enough for regrets.

Reaching up, I grasp the top edge of the bed with one hand so I can rock back with more force, meeting the drive of his hips, taking him deeper, harder. He drags one of my nightgown's straps off my shoulder, and the cool night air kisses the hardened peak of my nipple a heartbeat before his hot mouth covers it. The sensations spiral, spinning and coiling, forming a tight knot of pleasure so deep within me, the tension is sublimely unbearable.

There's no stopping. We can't stop.

Fuck," he curses as he takes me over and over, never stopping, turning us again so that we collapsed onto the couch.

he drives on, winding that knot inside me painfully tighter with every movement.

“Charlie,” I cry out, simultaneously writhing yet holding on to him like he's the only thing anchoring me to the earth.

"I've got you,," he promises, his breath ragged pants against my lips. "Let it out."

That knot of pleasure builds to a breaking point as he takes me to the floor, and finally, I have all of his weight as he drives into me.

"So. Very. Beautiful." I punctate each word with a kiss.

He draws back, his eyes searching mine for a heartbeat or two before he devastates me with another kiss that has me straining for more, rocking my hips against his.

This man kisses with his whole body, rolling his hips in time with the linst of his tongue, bracing just enough of his weight so I can breathe.

He keeps me on the same edge he's riding, and I don't know how much longer I can take it.

"I need...I need..." My frantic eyes search his. Where are my words?

"I know." He claims my mouth again and reaches between us, using those talented fingers to stroke me into another orgasm, and I come apart under him.

Pleasure takes me in waves, rolling through me again and again until all I can do is clutch charlies shoulders and ride it out in blissful surrender.

"Beautiful," he whispers.

The second I come down, his rhythm breaks, and he presses my knee up toward my chest and takes me even deeper. I rock my hips up to meet his, sweat beading on our skin as I watch him unravel with rapt fascination.

I love his loss of control just as much as I fear my own, and when I swirl my hips, he groans, arching his neck as he thrusts once. Twice.

On the third, he shouts, then shudders within me and fills me with a pool of wetness. His juices mix with my sweat as they slide down my thighs and I pant heavily at the sensation.

He looks as shocked, and as enthralled, as I feel as we lay there, staring at each other, our chests heaving in the aftermath of what can only be described as complete and utter madness.

"I've never lost control like that," he says, bracing his weight on one arm and brushing my hair back from my face with the other. The move is so gentle, so at odds with what we've just experienced, that I can't help but blink, then smile.

"Me neither."The smile morphs into a full-out grin. "Not that I've ever had power to lose control of before."

He laughs and rolls us to his side, keeping me close and cushioning my head with his biceps.

"perfect." He cups the side of my face. "We should get you cleaned up and to sleep. We can worry about... the room tomorrow.”

I looked around to see the furniture thrown randomly across the room and the bed frame left dents in the wall.

“Wow,” I chuckled quietly and Charlie buried his face in the crook of my neck. I looked over his shoulder to see a figure sitting in the darkness and stiffened, fear locking me in place.

“Charlie,” I breathed quietly before realising, “I think Raymond is in the room.”

“What?” He lifted his head, “Raymond are you in the room?”

“Charlie, Charlie Babbitt,” he uttered.

“Well get out!” Charlie’s brow furrowed, “Get out! Go!”

I cringed as Raymond slowly walked out of the room with his head to the ground, “Go talk to him.”

Charlie looked back at me with a frown, “Talk to him?”

“Yes, Go talk to your brother now, he needs to know he didn’t do anything wrong.”

“But he did, he walked in on us-“

“He doesn’t know that,” I argued and nodded to the door, “Go.”

Sighing heavily, his gaze slid from mine as he walked out the bedroom with a slam. Did he have to be so dramatic all the time, all id asked was that he go see his brother! I pinched the bridge of my nose and made my way into the bathroom. The one thing I needed was a hot bath to wash away the sweat and ache in my muscles, though I did enjoy the feel of Charlie’s juices still dripping between my thighs, as though he’d left his mark.

I climbed into the bathtub and listened to Charlie yell at his brother. Fantastic, that was exactly what I’d asked him to do! The minutes ticked by and the more I listened to Charlie insult his brother, the more my anger tightened in my chest. I blew out an irritated breath as he walked through the door.

I turned away as his hand came up to brush my cheek, “You don’t listen to me.”

A crease drew between his brow and I snapped, “I told you to go in there and talk to him and you insulted him again-“

“What am I supposed to do? I’m not his mother for christs sake.”

“You’re his brother!” My voice rose, “Thry told you for the first time that you had a brother, and you give no reaction. There’s no joy-“

“Take it easy! You don’t know what I’m going through!” He levelled me with a look.

“No, I don’t know what you’re going through, what are you going through? Because I don’t know because you don’t tell me-“

“I told you what I was going through the first night we met!”

“I don’t care about the details, I care about you!” I stepped out of the bath and water cascaded down my body onto the floor, “I want to know how you feel! I want to know what you’re going through but you never open up.”

I made my way into the bathroom and he trailed behind me, “When we had sex, you told me I’d regret it. You told me it was just sex and that I needed to leave my personal feelings out of it, why?”

He flinched as though I’d physically hurt him and I repeated, “Why?”

“Because I don’t need things getting messy. I don’t need to fall for someone like you when I’ve got enough problems to deal with, I just needed a quick fuck.”

“Right." I don't expect that to hurt as much as it does, which is part of the problem. I'm already too emotionally involved to separate out the sex, no matter how phenomenal it is. "Here's the thing. I don't think I can separate sex from emotion when it comes to you." Well, shit, now I've said it. "We're already too close for that, and if we hook up again, I'm going to eventually fall for you." My heart pounds at the rushed confession, waiting for his response.

"You won't." Something akin to panic flares in his eyes, and he crosses his arms. I swear I can actually see the man building his defenses against his own feelings, shutting me out again. "You don't really know me. Not at my core."

And whose fault is that?

"I know enough," I argue softly. "And we'd have all the time in the world to figure it out if you'd stop acting like such an emotional chickenshit and just admit that you're going to fall for me, too, if we keep this up."

"I have no intention of falling for you." His eyes narrow and he enunciates every word, like I could possibly take that any other way.

Fuck. That. He was going to let me in, Charlie was just as wrapped up in this as I am, even if he's shitty at showing it.

"Ouch." I wince. "Well, it's clear you're not ready to admit where this is going. So yeah, I think it's best we agree that this was just a onetime thing." I force my shoulders to shrug. "We both needed to blow off some steam, and we did, right?"

"Right," he agrees, his jaw tensing.

"So the next time I see you, I'll just act as cool as you are right now and pretend that I'm not remembering what it feels like to have you sliding inside me." Warm and hard. He really does have an incredible body, but he doesn't get to dictate what I do with my heart.

He stalks forward with a smirk, his gaze warming every inch of my body."And I'll just pretend that I'm not remembering the feel of your soft thighs around my hips or those breathy little sounds you make right before you cum," His teeth rake over his lower lip, and it takes all my will power not to suck that lip into my mouth.

"And I'll ignore the memory of your hands biting into my hips, pinning me to the bed frame so you could take me deeper, and your mouth on my throat. Easy." My lips part as I retreat, my heart jumping in the best way when he follows, backing me against the wall.

His hand rests next to my head as he leans into my space, his lips curving into a half smile. "Then I guess I'll ignore the memory of how hot and slick you feel around my cock, and how you cry out for more until all I can think about is how to push every physical limit to be exactly what you need."

Shit. He's better at this game than I am. Heat flushes my skin. I want him closer. I want exactly what I had a few minutes ago. But I want more. His breath hits my lips in ragged pants, and I'm in no better condition.

Fuck it. I can have him, right? I can take exactly what he's offering and enjoy every single minute. We can shred every piece of furniture in this room and then move to his. But where will that leave us in the morning?

Right here, both wanting and only one of us brave enough to take, and I deserve more than a relationship that's only on his terms.

"You want me." I put my hand on his chest and feel his heart pounding, "And I know that scares you even though I want you just as badly."

I pushed away from his hold and grabbed a suitcase, “But I’ve had enough.”

“You’ve had enough?” He watched me pack my things, “What does that mean, you’ve had enough?”

“I’m leaving,” I wrapped my dressing gown around myself though it was torn from where Charlie had ripped it off my body.

“You’re leaving? You’re leaving me now, I need you!” He touched my arm and I shoved him back.

“You need nobody!” My heart thundered as I zipped my bag.

“What?! Just take it easy!” I rushed to the front door and he hooked his arm through my elbow, pulling me back.

“Look, what is my crime here?!,” his voice lowered.

“Your crime?!” My eyes narrowed into slits, “You’re crime is that you’re using people! You’re using Raymond, you’re using me, you’re using everyone!”

“Using-“ he gestured to Raymond’s door, “Raymond am I using you? Am I using you?!”

“Yeah,” he called.

“Shut up! He is answering a question from a half hour ago!”

“You use him Charlie, are you fucking blind! You use him for his money, you use me for sex-“

“I’m not using you for sex,” his frown deepened.

“No, you just don’t want a real relationship and needed a quick fuck,” I cut in, “I’m tired of your mind games, I’ll get to LA myself!”

I shrugged on my coat and headed for the door whilst he shouted, “Without a car?! Good fucking luck with that one-“

“I don’t need you!” I swallowed hard, “I don’t need any of this bullshit, I came here with one reason and that was to go to a wedding and that’s what I’m going to do! You were never supposed to happen-“

“Oh well I’m so sorry me and my brother inconvenienced your life by offering you a ride to LA!”

I spun on my heel and he cursed under his breath, “You’re soaking wet and you’re going to leave in the middle of the night, will you just- just wait!”

He grabbed both my shoulders and I blew out an angered breath, my heart hammering and my eyes burning.

“I’m not letting you leave this hotel like this, I’m not letting you leave us like this,” he looked down at me with a stern look and I pressed my lips into a thin line.

“There is no us, as you so often remind me.”

“Don’t be like that,” he snapped, “why can’t you understand that I have bigger things to deal with than a girlfriend right now? I’ve got too much on my mind to-“

“That’s why I’m here to help! You told me you needed me and yet you don’t want me to stay permanently?! You say you like the way I care and make things easier, but you don’t want me in the way?! Make up your mind Charlie or I’m walking out that door.”

His jaw tightened, “You wouldn’t.”

“Oh yeah?” My hand clasped around the handle, “Goodbye Babbitt.”

Before he could reply, I shut the door with a slam and rushed down the stairwell, my eyes burning with the threat of tears.

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Part three🎀🫶

I liked writing this part A LOT ngl it’s a little snippet of the smut to come in part 4 so prepare yourself 🤭

~Part 3~

Rain splattered onto the hotel window as the tv screen blared colourfully. We’d planned on heading out for LA today but it’d been raining for hours, and Ray refused to leave the hotel. Instead, me and Charlie had been flicking through channels all day and playing truth or dare. It sounded boring but to be honest, I was having more fun than I’d had in weeks. I was learning so much and he wasn’t nearly as bad as I’d originally thought.

“It’s supposed to be 8 fish sticks,” Raymond mumbled as Charlie set his food in front of him.

“You want 8?” He sliced the 4 fish sticks in half, “There’s 8.”

I smiled as he sat down next to me on the bed, “Once he’s finished we’ll hit the road.”

“We don’t have to go out today, if you don’t want to,” my gaze flickered from him to the tv, “It’s getting late.”

“What would we do if we stayed here?” His voice lowered, “Watch Tv and play games?”

My tongue darted over my lips instinctively, “Yeah…if you want to.”

“And if I don’t?”

Was he messing with me? He was close enough that his arm was brushing mine and I couldn’t tell if he’d shuffled closer or not.

“Well then we’ll have to find some way to keep you occupied,” the corner of my lip lifted as my stare slid to his. His eyes were piercing in the light and my head began to spin.

A smirk played at his lips, “Oh yeah?” I liked playful Charlie but I had to admit angry Charlie made my heart pound the most. there was something about his hands and the way his voice rose as he yelled that made my stomach flutter. I shouldn’t have been attracted to something so toxic and yet I found myself falling deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole.

“A sonnet,” Raymond mumbled and our heads snapped to his.

“What?” Charlie’s brow raised.

I nodded to the tv, “A fourteen line love poem.”

His lips parted, “How does my brother know what a sonnet is but not money? How is that even possible?”

He clambered to his feet and turned to the window, “You take a shower Ray? Hm?” Ray continued to eat as Charlie’s voice rose, “Ray, you take a shower right?”

“Yeah.”

“Right?” His hands flew up, “It’s the same thing as the rain, you get a little wet.”

Ray continued to ignore him and I cut in, “We can just go out tomorow Charlie-“

“And if it’s still raining then? We’re wasting valuable time!” He rested his palms on the window ledge, “What do you say Ray, what do you say? Huh?”

“Course the showers in the bathroom,” he stared down at his plate as Charlie rolled his eyes.

“That’s the end of that conversation,” he murmured lowly and I covered my mouth to hide my smile.

The sunlight beamed down upon us as we sat in Charlie’s car in a comfortable silence. Charlie had just made a call and was quietly thinking whilst I sat at his side.

“It’s so beautiful,” I squinted as I looked up at the sun, basking in its warmth.

“It is,” he agreed, though his gaze was on me rather than any star in the sky, “So are you just here for your sisters wedding?”

I nodded, “Yeah…it’s quite embarrassing actually.”

He frowned, “What is?”

“I actually planned to meet somebody there,” I confessed quietly, “I haven’t dated anybody in a while and my sisters trying to set me up with the best man at the wedding.”

His lips parted in surprise, “Oh..what’s his name?”

My mouth opened to reply though I stilled, “I’m…I actually can’t remember.”

“You can’t remember the name of your date?”

“I’ve never met the guy! And to be honest, I have no care for him, I’m only agreeing to go on a date with him for my sisters sake.”

He thought about it for a moment, “Why is she trying to force you with him so much?”

“Because…,” my stomach twisted, “I haven’t dated anyone in a long time.”

“How long is a long time?”

I pinned him with a glare and he drew back, “No judgment I promise, you can tell me.”

But it was just so embarrassing, “A year.”

His brow rose ever so slightly and I argued, “You promised no judgement!”

“I’m not judging you, I’m judging the guys in your area,” he mumbled quietly, “How have you not had a boyfriend in a year? Are all the men you’ve ever met completely insane?”

I looked to the side to hide my flaming cheeks, “What do you mean?”

“I just don’t understand how you of all people, can’t attract a boyfriend.”

“Oh I can,” I cut in, “I just reject the men that come my way. I haven’t been particularly lucky in the love department, I’ve dated many dickheads in my time.”

“Oh really?” He gave me a soft smile, “I’m not very lucky either, I haven’t dated anyone in a few months. I jusr don’t have the time.”

“Yeah,” I agreed, “You know my last boyfriend dumped me on Christmas Day.”

His jaw went slack, “What?”

“Mhm, said I was getting too fat,” I grinned, “It’s alright you can laugh.”

“But that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard, you’re figure it’s-“ he swallowed hard and tried to regain his composure, “You know it was the first thing I noticed about you.”

His fingers brushed mine ever slightly and I inhaled sharply. It’d been a long time since I’d physically reacted to such a small touch, and I liked the way my heart began to pound. When I was with Charlie, my head didn’t spin and my palms didn’t sweat. I was simply comfortable, and for some reason that made me surge with confidence.

Before I could rethink it, I swung my leg around and clambered over onto Charlie’s lap. His eyes widened ever so slightly in surprise though his hands instinctively came up to my back. I’d never felt the desire to kiss somebody like this before - like if I didn’t, I would’ve have survived another second. I needed the air he was holding, I wanted it back.

My face moved closer to his and his pupils dilated though the lighting had not changed. His hands rubbed small circles at my back and I felt small shocks run through my body. My clothes were a barrier between his hot hands against my skin, but we were in a crowded area and I wasnt going to get so carried away in public. I just needed one kiss. A distraction to feed this insatiable desire coursing through my core, I just needed him before we went our seperate ways. We both wanted it, I knew it in the way he glanced at me when he thought I wasn’t looking and how easy we fit together. I wasn’t fighting anymore - I was completely vulnerable in front of Charlie and yet I felt completely safe.

His eyes stayed locked on mine as his hand slipped beneath my shirt and he grazed my stomach with his thumb. I released a pent up breath and the corner of his lip lifted as he trailed his nose across my jaw. He seemed to enjoy taking his time and my heart pounded as his eyelids fluttered. He’d been so surprised but clearly he needed this as much as i did.

A gasp escaped My lips as Charlie pressed his mouth against the skin of my collarbone and glided his tongue across it. He kissed me as though he were tasting me, and I pulled him closer with desire. I needed his wet mouth on mine, his tongue slipping through my lips, his hands in my hair.

But he was holding back. Torturing me with small teasing kisses that were driving me insane.

He moved impossibly closer and kissed the corner of my mouth, making me lick my lips instinctively. He groaned and I could feel him growing hard beneath me, desperate to fill me but trying to restrain himself.

“Just give in Charlie,” I murmured lowly, and I didn’t care how pathetic my voice sounded as I begged. I could feel the size of him between my thighs and I grew hot and slick on his lap.

“You’re so needy you’d settle for riding my thigh right now wouldn’t you?” He smiled against my lips, “But I’m not giving you that right now, darling. When I take you, I’m taking you fully and completely.”

I drew back and his gaze seemed to darken, “When I fuck you I want all of you, and not in a crappy car but in a bed where I can see every inch of that beautiful body of yours and do everything, and I mean everything…I’ve imagined doing to you.”

His hands tightened at my hips and I swallowed back a moan, “Now be patient.”

God, he made it sound like it was easy, “And if I don’t?”

His brow raised in warning, “Then I’ll have to teach you.”

He made it sound like a threat but I’d never been more turned on in my life. We were both still fully clothed and yet my panties were soaked and my legs were so open they were pressed against the car door - This was a new low, even for me.

There was a yell in the distance and both or heads turned to the side, “What was that?”

Charlie looked to the store at our left, “I told Ray to stay in there but I don’t see him.”

I climbed off his lap and together we made our way out of the car, “Ray?

Cars began to honk and the sound of people arguing grew louder and louder. My pulse thrummed as we rounded the corner and turned onto the new street. I hadn’t known Raymond for long but knew that to find him, you’d probably have to just follow the sound of chaos.

“Ray?!” Charlie yelled, his steps perfectly in sync with the pounding of my heart. We rushed down the street and I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Ray standing there.

In the middle of the road.

Traffic was standing still surrounding him and a tall man was shouting words I couldn’t hear from so far away. Charlie cursed under his breath and made his way through the crowd.

“Hey it’s alright! It’s alright!” Charlie rushed to his brothers side and I followed closely behind, “Hey it’s alright, I’m so sorry about him. Raymond come on.”

Ray took a step in the wrong direction and Charlie touched his arm, “Raymond come on Ray, come on,”

“It said dont walk,” he mumbled defensively and I noticed the sign with block letters.

Charlie looked at me and I shrugged, “It does say don’t walk.”

He shook his head though I noticed the small smile playing at his lips, “Don’t encourage him.”

#fanfic #tom cruise #romance #enemies to lovers #rain man #charlie babbitt

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Stuck with you

Part one🎀🫶

This is the first part to my Charlie Babbitt story which will follow the enemies to lovers trope and have some detailed smut so yeah consider yourselves warned👹 this story was written for @mqverick on her special special birthday so I hope u enjoy the slow burn luv ITS ALL FOR YOU🤭🫶

~Part 1~

My bags weighed down on my shoulders as I stood in line for the plane and regretted packing so much. It was my sisters wedding and I was only flying to Los Angeles for the weekend and yet had five bags. I always brought too much but it was too late to change my mind now - my plane was leaving in a matter of minutes.

“Ray? We’re in an airport, people fly out of airports!” I turned around at the loud voice, “What did you think we were doing this whole time?”

A man dressed in a grey blazer and black shirt stood behind me with a tight jaw. His brow was furrowed and his green eyes were piercing as he glared at his friend. They seemed to be arguing about something and I tried to mind my own business.

“This is very serious Ray,” the man’s voice lowered.

“Very serious,” Ray repeated, his stare fixated on the ground.

“I have to get to Los Angeles alright, so you’re gonna get on that plane.”

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Figures, the guy loudly arguing in the middle of the crowded airport was going the same way as me.

“You understand me?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re going to get on the plane.”

“Get on the plane.”

Without a second thought, or rather a first, I spun around to face the man with narrowed eyes. Ray clearly didn’t want to get on the plane, and although I didn’t know him I felt a sudden urge to protect him. He clearly couldn’t defend himself against his friend, so I would.

“Excuse me,” I stepped forward and the man in the grey suit looked at me, “I couldn’t help but overhear your argument-“

“Argument? No we’re not arguing just talking, aren’t we Ray?” His tone was mocking as he turned his head in my direction, “I’m Charlie Babbitt.”

“Charlie,” my nose crinkled, “Your friend doesn’t want to get on the plane.”

His lips parted in surprise before he swallowed hard , “First of all, he’s my brother, and second of all I don’t appreciate you eavesdropping on a private conversation.”

“Private?” My eyes widened, “You’re not exactly being quiet Charlie, I’m sure the whole airport can hear you!”

“We’ll we’re not staying here another second anyway,” Charlie snapped and tugged at Ray’s hand, “Ray wants to go somewhere else where there’s been no crashes, which is impossible because all airlines have crashed at some point or another but that does not mean they’re unsafe.”

“Qantas,” Ray mumbled, rocking from side to side.

“Qantas?” My brow rose.

“Qantas never crashed,” he explained quietly.

“Qantas. Well that’s-“ Charlie threw his hands up in frustration, “I mean that’s gonna do me a lot of good Ray! You see Qantas doesn’t fly out to LA, you’ve got to get to Melbourne!”

“Hey,” people around us were beginning to stare and I didn’t like the way Charlie’s voice was rising, “Here him out-“

“Melbourne Australia in order to get the plane to fly to Los Angeles! Do you hear me?” He bent low so that he was eye level with Ray and I grabbed his arm.

“Stop talking to him like he’s a child!” I argued as Ray began to mumble useless facts to himself. Yes, the situation was awkward and Ray could’ve been a little easier to handle but Charlie was going about this all wrong; yelling was only going to make it worse.

“Look I haven’t got time to be arguing with you and him at the same time!” My face flushed with angered heat as he yelled, “Keep your nose out of other peoples business!”

“It’s kinda hard to when you’re screaming at your brother and making this whole thing difficult,” I snapped back as a muscle in Charlie’s jaw twitched.

“You and I are going to get on this fucking plane!” He turned away from me and grabbed Ray’s arm, “Come on let’s go!”

Ray protested as Charlie dragged him along and I cut in, “Leave him alone! Forcing him isn’t going to-“

Ray let out a screeching cry and slammed his hand against his head. My hands flew to my mouth as people stared in our direction and Ray began to scream louder and louder.

“We’re not going to take the plane,” Charlie murmured quietly as he grabbed Ray’s arm, preventing him from hurting himself, “He’s okay! He’s okay everybody!”

A few people stepped forward and Charlie assured them Ray was fine with a tight lipped smile, “He’s okay. We’re not getting on the plane, just relax.”

I tentatively touched Ray’s shoulder as he calmed down, his breathing regulating as he stared at the floor. My heart was hammering in its cage and I looked back in forth between Charlie and Ray.

Charlie looked at me with a saddened expression, his shoulders tilted in defeat as he murmured, “We’re not getting on the plane Ray, we’re not going to fly. Okay?”

Ray looked up, “We’re not going to fly.”

Charlie bent low to pick up some of the luggage that had fallen, “You tire me Ray.”

“Yeah.”

I shook my head, “Dont blame him, you’re the one who-“

“Will you do us all a favour and shut the hell up?!” Charlie’s fists tightened as he stared down at me, “Who even are you? Why the fuck do you even care so much? Just leave me and my brother the hell alone!”

Fuck. Him.

“All I was trying to do was help because you clearly needed it,” my teeth clenched together, “You have no idea how to take care of someone like-“

“Someone like what?” His head cocked to the side, “Someone like what hm?”

I swallowed and Charlie turned towards his brother, “that’s what I thought. We’re going to drive to Los Angeles, we’re going to drive to LA.”

The two of them were never going to survive in one car together for that journey but there wasn’t much I could do. Charlie began to walk back towards the exit whilst Ray stood still and stared at that same spot on the ground.

“Okay come on Ray,” Charlie spun and slammed his fist against his luggage, creating an echoing bang, “Come on.”

My blood simmered as Charlie offered his brother the bag, “We’re not going to fly just take the fucking bag.”

I Bit back my reply as Charlie and Ray began to make their way out. People were still staring and I knew my face was hot and bothered from all the arguing. God I hated people like Charlie, who always thought they knew best and refused to think otherwise.

“You’re killing me Ray…I just want you to know you are killing me,” Charlie uttered, “We could’ve been in LA in three hours, now it’s going to take me three days.”

My eyes narrowed, “Would it kill you to just shut your mouth for one second and stop complaining?”

Charlie’s body stiffened before he turned his head and spoke over his shoulder, “Fuck. You.”

He spoke in a ridiculing tone as though he was talking to a toddler and my head felt like it was going to explode. Before I could do something I was going to regret, I reclaimed my spot in the line and tried to forget the last five minutes. How could someone like Charlie be looking after Ray? How was it even possible? I sighed heavily and took my spot on the plane, my heart finally calming down as I sat still.

What a way to start my mini holiday - an argument with a random stranger in the airport. I felt a headache growing and pinched the bridge of my nose. I couldn’t let this ruin everything, I hadn’t even left yet.

One of the flight attendants began to make their announcements and I straightened in my seat, “I know this isn’t ideal, but unfortunately all flights to LA have been cancelled as the plane journey has been deemed unsafe.”

Instantly, the people on board erupted into chaos and I felt my own chest burning with annoyance. What did that even mean? Deemed unsafe? The flight attendant tried to speak over the uproar and yelled to get our attention.

“Nobody is able to fly to LA because there’s been a problem with the route pilots usually take,” there was an angry murmur from the crowd and the flight attendant waited for silence before she continued, “however at this airline we understand that some of you had booked hotels and arranged places to stay there in LA already.”

Was I going to get a refund? Charlie had mentioned that the drive to LA would be three days but I didn’t even have a car - could I ask a friend? I had a few in mind but I didn’t want to be a burden to any of them.

“So, we have booked rooms for each and every one of you in a nearby hotel for the week, so you can make new arrangements and cancel your plans. The details have been sent to you and we’ll welcome any questions-“

People began to argue once more and I couldn’t stand the noise, let alone with a growing head ache. Passengers had begun collecting their things and I stood up before the rows got too crowded. Unable to wipe the frown off my face, I stormed past the flight attendant with my luggage and descended the plane.

One week in a crappy hotel? They thought that would make up for me being late to my sisters wedding? I groaned in frustration and tipped my head back. This could not be happening, could this day actually get any worse?!

I unlocked my phone to see the airline had sent an email with directions and information to the new hotel. I had nowhere else to go for the night and if it was free, then I might as well go for it. I’d worry about the wedding and how I was going to get to LA tomorrow, right now I just needed sleep.

Much much needed sleep.

The shower water splattered down onto my face and I closed my eyes to relish in the feeling. I’d checked in at the hotel and my room wasn’t as bad as I’d feared - there were two beds, a desk, and a small tv in the far corner. I only planned on staying here for the night but I appreciated the effort the airline had put in. I could only imagine the cost of booking so many hotel rooms.

I sighed and turned the water off. I needed to shower to clear my head and stop stressing about LA. I was going to get there someday or another, I just had to figure out how. Luckily it was only Tuesday, and the wedding was on Saturday. Even if I drove, I’d make it on time. I just needed a car.

How hard could it be? I wrapped the towel around myself and stepped out of the shower, my hair wet and slick against my back. There was a shuffling noise from outside and I turned, but there was nothing there except my reflection in the mirror.

I raked my hand through my tousled hair and stared at myself in the mirror. My eyes were dark with fatigue and it was a strain to stand still instead of collapsing with exhaustion. I’d changed my whole sleep schedule so I wouldn’t sleep on the plane but now everything was ruined and all my lack of sleep was catching up on me. I feigned a yawn and turned towards the bedroom.

The door swung open and I screamed as a man walked through. He also yelled in confusion and quickly slammed the bathroom door closed again.

What the actual fuck?

I leaned against the bathroom door and listened to the man pacing around outside. Why was he in my hotel room? Wait, how did he even get in my hotel room?

I looked down to see the towel was still hanging loosely on my body and wondered if he’d seen me naked? When id screamed, my hand had slipped but I don’t think I’d flashed him.

God this was so embarrassing. The man knocked on the door and I startled back, heat flaming my cheeks.

“Excuse me miss?” His voice was muffled from the other side of the door, “I’m so sorry to have walked in.”

My brow furrowed, “It’s alright…I’d appreciate it if you’d leave though so I can come out. It is my room.”

There was a moment of silence, “I’m sorry but I think you’re mistaken. I’ve got my message here from the airline, stating that room 101 belongs to me and my brother.”

“And whom would that be?” I rolled my eyes.

“Charlie and Raymond Babbitt.”

I stopped breathing as my hand clamped on the door handle and pushed down. Sure enough Charlie was standing outside my bathroom with his hands flexed on either side of the doorframe, caging me in. His eyes widened as he recognised me from the airport and my own eyes glared up at him in pure hatred.

Was this some kind of joke? A prank to get back at me after our argument? I opened my mouth to yell but he looked just as angry as me, his hands in fists and his face hot.

“Fuck no,” he seethed, “Me. You. Front office. Now.”

#fanfic #tom cruise #rain man #charlie babbitt #part one #romance #enemies to lovers

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March 5th

Fifth March 5th🎀🫶

This is the last part to this story and I’m genuinely going to miss writing it, it’s been kinda fun😭 this part is massively inspired by the movie vanilla sky so u may wanna watch the movie first to understand this better💪hope you all enjoyed it but most of all @mqverick who this was originally written for🫶 HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUVVVV THIS IS ALL FOR U

Fifth March 5th:

“All of this, everything is your creation.”

David stared at the pink and peach clouds surrounding him, still trying to process everything that had been said, “When did the lucid dream start?”

A tall man dressed in a slick white suit claimed to be Edmund Ventura from Life extension - a company dedicated to placing people into Lucid dreams until their bodies were revived. David had initially laughed at the idea, convinced this was all a figment of his imagination after she’d drove away the previous night, but he couldn’t wake up.

“Do you remember the first March 6th? When you ran to the plane in slo motion?” Edmund looked at him from across the building, “When she left, you went back to your apartment and that was the moment that you chose for the splice.”

His eyes widened, “Splice?”

“The end of your real life and the beginning of your lucid dream. After that day, nothing was real in the traditional sense. Your lucid dream was monitored by life extension.”

David pinched the bridge of his nose in confusion and rubbed his hands down his face. So Edmund was telling him that 5 years ago when he kissed her on the plane was his last real memory? Everything else had been a dream?

“Precisely,” Edmund read his mind with a disturbing smile, “You barely knew her in your real life but in your lucid dream she was your saviour.”

David thought back to each year spent with her, how comfortable and content he’d felt within her arms and how nothing else had ever seemed to bother him. Had he really been dreaming the entire time? What had happened to cause him to even sign up with life extension?

“What happened to my real life? What did you erase?” He stepped forward eagerly, no longer convinced it was fake yet still unnerved, “Tell me everything.”

He drew in a slow breath, “after the plane took off, you went back to your apartment alone and never saw her again. You didn’t meet up next March 5th because you were both too busy, too worried the other had forgotten, and we’re trying to move on with your seperate lives. You got ownership of the company, you had great friends but you were still lonely,” his voice was filled with sympathy and David flinched, “You craved the comfort youd felt only with her, but had no idea how to reach her. Instead, You found life extension on the internet and signed a contract.”

In David’s real life, he’d been alone? Surely that couldn’t be true, he had tons of friends right? Had she really impacted him that much?

“It wasn’t danny who died in that car wreck two years later, David, it was you,” David’s head snapped up at the mention of his friend, “you gave yourself to us and you’re now in a suspended in a dream state.”

“Danny didn’t die?” He smiled in relief though there was nothing to be happy about.

Edmund shook his head, “Your friend Brian Shelby organised a three day memorial, and she flew from Chicago and never recovered.”

David found the thought oddly comforting. Even though they’d only known each other a day, she’d cared enough to fly back.

“It was she who somehow knew you best and she never forgot that one night at your party where true love seemed to blossom.”

And now she was gone…David shook his head fiercely and looked at the bright skies, “I don’t want to dream any longer.”

Edmund smiled slightly as I took form behind David. I knew I wasn’t real - I was just a figment in David’s dream and yet my thoughts, my emotions, my memories…everything still felt so real.

“You’re here,” David spun to face me, his features instantly relaxing as he took me in. I smiled as my hands came up to touch his face. I wasn’t angry at him anymore for falling in love with Violet. Right now on this rooftop, there was just me and him.

“There was a glitch in your lucid dream David,” Edmund confessed in the distance, “You were supposed to end up with her with the perfect happily ever after, but the glitch caused you to form a relationship with Violet. That was never supposed to happen.”

My lips tugged up as I moved closer to David, “Me and you were destined, I always knew it.”

There was a glint of mischief in his eye as he brought his lips close to mine. The feel of his mouth was familiar and I welcomed the soft press of his tongue. He was everything I needed and more - it was the kind of kiss I could’ve stayed in for the rest of my life, but we both knew it couldn’t last.

David needed to wake up.

“Look at us,” he pulled back and ran a hand through my hair, “Frozen and dead, and I love you.”

My heart would always hammer at those words, “It’s a problem.”

“I lost you when I left you on that plane,” his smile saddened for a moment and I kissed the corner of his mouth, “And when I got in the car wreck. I’m sorry.”

A sob clung to my throat as David interlaced our hands together, “Do you remember what you told me once?”

My lips parted in anticipation and he smiled, “Every passing minute is another chance to turn it all around.”

A tear rolled down my cheek but I didn’t bother wiping it away. Planting one last kiss to his lips, I closed my eyes and took a step back.

My hand reached out, “Come find me.”

“My life won’t be complete until I do,” the corner of his lip tugged up though his eyes glistened in the sunlight, “I’ll see you in another life when we are both cats.”

I grinned and David took a step back towards the edge of the building. My pulse raced but I knew he had to take the leap of faith; David was going to be okay. We were going to be fine.

Part of me worried when he woke up the real me wouldn’t love him as much as the dream me. But Edmund had said true love had blossomed at his party all those years ago, we had something special.

David hovered on the edge of the building, his pants echoing in the air as his hands clamped into fists at his sides. He was always terrified of heights but I knew he could do this. If anyone could do this, it was him.

As if David could read my mind, he inhaled sharply and fell forwards from the rooftop. The wind instantly smacked his face as he flew towards the floor, a strange feeling of peace unfurling in his stomach.

“It’s time,” Edward looked at me with a small smile as I slowly faded away. The world itself seemed to fade into the colour white, taking everything and everyone in its path. I looked at the edge David had stood on only moments before and smiled, knowing we’d be together in another life soon.

“Relax David….Open your eyes”

David blinked at me in bewilderment as though he was confused about where he was or who he was. With wide eyes and a slack jaw, he stared at me in confusion and I repeated the question.

“You promise?” I looked into his eyes and tried my best to ignore all the people on the plane watching us through their windows.

“Promise what?”

I almost laughed in disbelief, “To meet up with me next year…March 5th?”

He shook his head slowly as if coming to a sudden realisation, “I’m not coming next year.”

I shifted back in confusion and he added, “Because I’m coming with you right now.”

My brow creased, “What?”

“This is going to sound insane but I know that if I let you get on this plane alone, both of us are going to end up upset and alone, with broken promises,” he touched my shoulder, “And I’m tired of holding back and making excuses. You make me happy, and I know we’ve only properly known each other for what? A whole day? But I know you. I know you better than everybody else and I’m not going to let the one person I’ve ever truly loved slip through my fingers. I’m coming with you.”

I don’t think I could’ve replied if I tried. Everything we’d planned and talked about had just vanished and yet I was happy to see it disappear. I liked this new David. This David who didn’t care about challenges and thought with his heart, not his head; this David who I knew I was going to have so many fun adventures with. I could already see it.

“You want to fly to Chicago with me?” I confirmed with a small smile and he nodded, “You’re going to need a jacket.”

He flashed a familiar grin, “Trust me, I know.”

It felt surreal as we clambered on the plane together, hand in hand, with no luggage and no real plans and yet…no worries. Being with David always seemed to cool me down and I knew that as long as I was with him I was going to be okay. Maybe it was insane; I mean I hardly knew the guy and yet I felt as though we’d lived a thousand lifetimes together.

David went back to buy a ticket to the plane and we managed to swap places with other passengers so that we were seated together. They gave us small smiles and knowing glances and I couldn’t help but wipe the cheesy grin off my face. I wasn’t going to sit and wait 364 days to start living my life.

I looked at David at my side and squeezed his hand tightly, pressing my lips against his. We’d only kissed a few times and yet i felt as though I’d felt him a thousand times, held him and loved him thousands more. This was what it felt like to love. I wasn’t going to hold myself back anymore, I was going to seize the chances I had.

I was going to start living today, and that included David Aames at my side.

Who would’ve thought?

The end🫶

#fanfic #tom cruise #david aames #vanilla sky #romance #march 5

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March 5th

Fourth March 5th💞🫶

Yeah this one broke my heart a little to write hope you all enjoy it😭🫶

Fourth March 5th:

I tapped my fingers on the table, my eyes flicking to the door anytime someone enters or exits. I had no idea how I was going to start this conversation. How do I tell him that as soon as I pulled away last year, I knew I'd made the biggest mistake of my life? How do I tell him I made that last minute decision for his benefit? That I thought if I told him I didn't want to fall in love with him, that I would be helping him in some way? And most important, how do I bring up the fact that I moved back to New York just for him? Well, not exactly just for him. I did make a huge career change a few months ago but still.

A lot can change in a year, so I'm terrified he may have changed his mind. He may not even want to be with me like he did last year. He may still be so pissed at me, he doesn't even show up.

But that's not really why I'm nervous.

I'm nervous because I know he will. He always shows up. But this year, I have no idea where we stand. We left on really bad terms last year and I take complete blame, but he has to understand that if the shoe were on the other foot, he would have done the same for me. If I had made such a huge declaration in the midst of so much suffering, he would have acknowledged that maybe I wasn't in the best place to make such a life-altering decision. And he certainly can't fault me for encouraging him to stay and help out his family. It was the right thing. He would have done the same for me. He just took it as hard as he did because he was already having such an emotional I almost feel like showing up unannounced last year was a bad idea. I feel like my time there did more damage than it did good.

My thoughts are interrupted when a hand comes to rest on my shoulder. I look up, expecting to see David standing there. And I do ... but it's not just David. It's David and . . . a baby.

My head feels like it’s spinning and I try to process each thing separately. First, the fact that David showed up. And he's smiling at me as I stand up to hug him, so that's enough to elicit a huge sigh of relief.

Second, his arm is wrapped around this baby boy who is perched up on his hip, leaning his head against David’s chest. Seeing him with Vi’s boy like this assures me that both of us made the right choice last year, whether he agreed to it at the time or not.

I was hoping to meet his nephew at some point today, but I thought I'd have a chance to talk to David first, one-on-one, about how we left things last year. But I can adapt. Especially for a baby as cute as this one.

He's grinning shyly at me and I can see so much of Vi in him. When David releases me from the hug, he smiles down at the little boy.

"I'd like you to meet Oliver." He picks up Oliver's tiny wrist and waves it at me.

I lift my hand and Oliver immediately reaches his arms out to me. Shocked, I let him come to me, pulling him against me the same way David was holding him.

"He likes the pretty ladies," David says with a wink, releasing him once I have hold of him. "Let me grab a high chair."

David walks away, so I take a seat with Oliver, setting him on the table in front of me. "Aren't you a cutie," I say to him. And he is. He seems like a very happy baby and that makes me happy for Violet. But still, sadness seeps in when I think about Danny never meeting his son. I push the thought out of my head when David returns with the high chair.

He pushes it against the edge of the booth and then secures Oliver in it. I didn't even notice the diaper bag David had over his shoulder until he removes it to take a seat. He fishes through the bag until he finds a container of snacks, and then he sets some Cheerios out on the table in front of Oliver, but not before wiping it down first. The whole time, he talks to Oliver in a respectful, peer type of way. He doesn't indulge in baby talk, and I'd be lying if I said it isn't adorable seeing him interact with an infant like they're on the same level.

David really has this baby thing down. It's impressive. And kind of sexy.

"How old is he now?"

“6 months," David says. “A few weeks early, but he was fine."

Davis reaches his hand across the table and squeezes mine, and my chest heats up from the small gesture. "It's really good to see you,” he says, brushing his thumb over mine. "Really.”

The sincerity in his eyes makes me want to lunge across this table and kiss him right here. He doesn't hate me. He isn't mad at me. I feel like I just took my first breath of pure air in a year.

I flip my hand over to hold his, but as soon as I do, he pulls away to push Oliver's snacks closer to him. "I'm sorry I had to bring him. Vi had to work today and the sitter canceled last minute."

"It's fine," I tell him. And honestly, it is. I love watching him interact with Oliver. It adds another layer to him that I haven't witnessed before. "How is Vi”

"Good," David nodded, "Really good. She's such a great mom. Danny would be proud." He says the last sentence quieter than the rest. "What about you? How's Chicago?”

I don't know how to answer that. I don't feel now is the right time to bring it up, so I avoid the question. "This is always so weird. Seeing you for the first time in a year. I never know what to say or do."

I'm lying. It's never been weird before, but thanks to last year, it feels very awkward today.

He reaches across the table and places his hand over my wrist, giving it a light squeeze.

"I'm nervous, too," he says reassuringly.

His eyes drop to our hands, and then he pulls his back and clears his throat. It's cute how he's trying to be respectful in front of Oliver.

“Have you ordered yet?" He picks up the menu and stares at it silently for a moment, but I can tell he isn't reading it.

He's more nervous than he should be, but we did leave things off in an awkward place last year. I worry that it isn't nerves plaguing him, but maybe a little bit of bitterness. I know I hurt him last year, but surely he's had time to understand why I did what I did.

And hopefully he knows that walking away from him when he was in so much pain was probably harder on me than it was on him. I've spent the entire last year with a heavy heart because it's constantly on my mind.

We both order something to eat and he makes sure to add a side of mashed potatoes for Oliver, which I find adorable. I try to alleviate our nerves with small talk.

During a lull in our conversation, David spoons a bite of mashed potatoes into Oliver's mouth. The baby rubs his eyes and looks as though he's about to nod off right into his bowl.

"Can he say any words yet?"

David smiles down at Oliver, brushing a hand over his tiny head. "A couple. I'm pretty sure he says them by accident, though. He mostly talks gibberish." He laughs and then says, "He did say his first curse word, though. We keep his baby monitor on at night and last week, clear as day, he said the word shit. Little guy is starting early," he says, pinching Oliver playfully on his cheek. Oliver smiles up at him, and when he does, everything hits me at once.

David treats Oliver like a father would treat a son.

Oliver looks at David like he's his dad.

David referred to himself and Violet as a "we."

And they keep Oliver's baby monitor on at night . .. which means . . . they share a bedroom?

I suck in a breath the moment I feel my entire world turn on its axis. I grip the table when the clarity hits.

I feel like such an idiot.

David notices the change in my demeanor immediately, and when my eyes lock with his, he begins to slowly shake his head, realizing his slip up. ditional words to follow up my name. It's clear that I know, and he does nothing to dismiss my assumption. He's drowning in an apologetic look.

Instant jealousy.

Building, raging, insane jealousy.

I'm forced to get up from my seat and rush to the bathroom, because I refuse to let him see how much this completely destroyed me in a matter of seconds.

He calls after me, but I don't pause. I'm thankful he brought Oliver with him, because now he can't run after me.

I rush straight to the sink and I grip the edges of it, staring at myself in the mirror.

Calm down, Don't cry. Save the heartbreak for when you get home.

I'm not prepared for this. I have no idea how to deal with this.

It feels like my heart is literally breaking. Cracking right down the middle, bleeding out into my chest, filling my lungs with blood, making it impossible to breathe.

Holding the tears back proves even more difficult when the door to the bathroom opens and shuts. I look up to see David standing there, holding Oliver, looking at me with a deep layer of regret.

I close my eyes so I don't have to see his reflection in the mirror. I drop my head between my shoulders and I just start crying.

David takes a few hesitant steps forward until hes right behind me and gently grips my elbow. I brush his hand away and grab a towel to wipe my tear stained face clean.

"I didn't mean for it to happen." he confessed, “I’ll never feel the same connection with Vi that I have with you, but Oliver makes up for anything our relationship lacks,” he kept talking but I didn’t want to listen, “neither of us saw it coming-“

I turned to see Oliver resting against David’s chest with his eyes closed. I forced myself to take a deep breath and meet his eye.

“Are you in love with her?" I immediately cover my and shake my head in regret. Do I even want to know the answer?

"Please don't answer that." I walked towards the door and passed him, “I need to leave.”

David backed up until he was pressed against the door, holding it shut.

"Not like this. Please, don't leave yet. Give me a chance to explain."

"Explain what?" I half yelled. "Do you want me to stand here and listen to you explain how you didn't mean to fall in love with your dead best friends wife? Do you expect me to argue with you when you tell me it isn't just about what you want anymore, but about what's better for your nephew? Do you expect me to apologize for lying to you last year when I said I didn't want to love you?"

The words were falling out of me and I couldn’t get them to stop, “I get it, David. It's my fault. I'm the one who walked away last year when you tried to love me.'

David pulled me to the side, wrapping his free hand around the back of my head and pressing my face to his shoulder. He pressed his lips against the side of my head and I gripped his shirt as the tears began to fall faster and faster. It was too late.

I was too late.

Oliver begins to squirm in his arms and when David let go of me I bolted out the bathroom door. I grabbed my purse and headed straight to the exit without looking back. I pulled out my car keys but before I could use them David yanked them out my hand.

“David!” David unlocked his own car and strapped a sleeping Oliver in the backseat, “Give me my keys!”

"You can't leave hating me," he handed me the keys, "Not after everything we've been-"

"I don't hate you,” I cut in as the tears continued to spill, "This was part of the deal, wasn't it? We live our lives. We date other people. We fall in love with our dead friends wives. And in the end, we see what happens. Well, we've reached the end, David. A little early, but it's definitely the end."

He looked past me, too ashamed to make eye contact.

"We still have one more year, We don't have to end it today."

I shook my head and wiped away my angry tears, "I know I promised, but ... I can't. There's no way in hell I'm putting myself through this again. You have no idea what this feels like," I yelled, holding my hand to my chest.

"Actually I know exactly what it feels like." He pegged me with a stare. I had no idea how heartbroken i left him and had no idea that Violey was there for him when I wasn't. David was there for Violet when Danny wasn’t. And after losing two people they loved and being United with Oliver….no wonder they got together. It wasn’t planned, they weren’t sure they wanted it, but it happened and now David was a father.

I pushed around him to try and open my car but he grabbed my hand before I could. There was a quiet plea in his eyes and I paused to look up at him.

“Why did you drive here today?" He stared at me.

Confusion washed over me and I shook my head, "That was our agreement. It's March 5th.”

He squeezed my hand, “Exactly. You usually come straight from the airport when we meet. Why are you in a car and not a cab?"

I stared up at him as defeat consumed me. I exhaled slowly and looked down. This wasn’t how I planned on telling him.

“I moved back,” I shrugged with tearful eyes, “Surprise.”

He stumbled back as though he was physically effected, “when?”

"Last month."

He leant against my car and buried his face in the palms of his hands, trying to keep it together. Clearly he’d come here today for clarity, closure, hoping that seeing me would stop the war inside of him whenever he was with Vi.

And clarity is exactly what he was getting. Since the second David walked into the restaurant and laid eyes on me that feeling was back in his chest. The one he’s never felt with any other girl. The feeling that made him so terrified, he thought his heart was about to burst right out.

Hed never had that feeling with anyone else but he still don't know if that's enough to make a difference. Because It's about what's better for Oliver. But even that doesn't seem like sound logic when he was standing right in front of the only girl who had ever made me feel this way.

David wrapped his arms around me desperately, needing to feel me against him. I closed my eyes and try to think of words that will fix this, but the only words that come are all the things I shouldn't say. "How did we let this happen?"

David was being unfair to Violet but she was also being unfair to him, because she was never going to love him like she loved Danny. And she knew that David would never feel the same way about her as he did with me.

I tried to pull away but David held me tight, "Wait. Please just answer one question."

I sighed against him but stood still,

"Did you move back to New York for me? For us?"

I deflated against him in answer and he squeezed me tighter. He lifted my chin and our gazes slid to each other.

"Do you love me?"

My eyes grew wide because I’d been in love with David Aames for nearly 5 years but I wasn’t going to tell him that - certainly not tonight.

"Please. I can't make this decision until I know that I'm not alone in how I feel about you."

I shook my head, my heart beating in its cage, “I'm not about to compete with a woman who is raising a child on her own, David. I won't be the one who took you from her when she's already been through too much. So don't worry, you don't have to make any decisions. I just made it for you."

I try to push past him but he grabs my face and tries to plead with me.

"Please," he whispered, “Not again. We can't make it through this if you walk away again."

My brow furrowed in anger and I shoved him back, “You didn't give me a choice this time, David. You showed up in love with someone else. You share another woman's bed. Your hands touch someone who isn't me. Your lips make promises against skin that isn't mine. And no matter who is at fault for that, whether it's mine for walking away last year or yours for not knowing I did it for your own good, none of it changes things. It is what it is."

I slipped past his grip and opened the car door, my chest aching and my mind a whirring mess. I could barely think but I knew what I was doing was right.

"They're lucky to have you. You're a really great father to him."

I got in the car and he stood frozen to the ground, unable to move. Unable to speak. Unable to beg.

I rolled down the window and hastily wiped my eyes, “I won’t be back next year. I just can’t do this anymore, I’m sorry.”

He gripped the door of the car and leaned towards the window, “You are one of the only things I care about please just-“

I pulled the car away and never once slowed down. David pounded on the back of the car and chased me until he was panting for breath and covered in sweat, but I didn’t stop.

He yelled and cursed from behind me but nothing was going to make me turn around. I was never coming back here, he’d moved on it was my time to move on back in Chicago. Fuck our agreement, me and David Aames were done.

For good.

#fanfic #tom cruise #march 5 #vanilla sky #david aames #romance

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March 5th

Third March 5th🎀🫶

I dont really know what to put here for this one lmao just prepare yourself for the ending🤫 oh also there’s some smut so be warned👹👹

Third March 5th:

My phone vibrated in my pocket and my heart raced at the sound. I’d been sitting in my living room for hours, waiting and waiting for David to knock on my front door but the hours were passing and he wasn't anywhere in sight. I didnt recognise the number calling but then again, we’d deleted each other’s numbers. It was March 5th, it had to be him.

My heart sunk.

Please let him just be late. Please don't let him be calling me because he isnt coming today.

My thumb slid answer and I nervously brought the phone up to my ear, “Hello?”

I instantly recognised David’s sigh from the other side of the phone, “Hey.”

It wasnt the desperate, happy greeting I was hoping to hear. He didnt sound panicked that he was late, he sounded like he was just sitting on a bed somewhere without a care in the world.

“Where are you?” I uttered the dreaded question.

“New York,” the sadness in my exhale was audible, “I’m so sorry.”

The silence grew thick in the air between us and I tried to act normal, “Is everything okay?”

He didnt answer immediately and when he did his voice faltered, “I dont even know how to say this but...do you remember my roommate? Danny? He...uh..he was in a wreck two days ago.”

My hand instantly flew to my mouth, “Oh my god is he okay?”

More silence, “He um...no, he didnt make it.”

I was unable to respond to that sentence, I had no useful words at all. I didnt know how to console David over the phone and I didnt know Danny well enough to express sadness.

“I dont think I’m going to make it any time soon-”

“Stop its okay, I’m so sorry David,” he still cared about showing up even after one of his best friends had died. Sadness etched into my features as my grip on the phone shook.

“This is killing me,” his voice was barely a whisper, “Ill see you next year. I promise.”

“I’ll be fine David, please dont feel bad...I understand.”

Silence hung in the air between us until he sighed, “Goodbye.”

The line disconnected before I could reply and tears began to blur my vsision. I was crushed. I was an asshole because I wanted to convince myself I was crying over Danny but truthfully, I was crying for completely selfish reasons. Realising how pathetic I am, I began to cry even harder.

David slowly opened the door and stilled, blinking twice as if unsure I was really there.

“I wouldve called first,” I looked down nervously, “But I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

He opened his mouth to speak but I held up my hand to stop him, “I lied, I’m sorry. I’m not here to make sure youre okay because I know youre not okay. It was just the thought of not seeing you today and having to wait another year that gutted me and....”

He stepped forward and pressed his lips against mine, sad and yet sure. I sighed against the familiar press of his mouth and wrapped my arms around him. He kissed me as though he couldnt believe I was real, like he couldnt believe I’d bought a ticket just to see him for one day.

He continued to kiss me and pulled me into his apartment, one arm around my waist as though he was afraid I was going to vanish. He closed his bedroom door behind us and pulled me in for a long hug. I closed my eyes and kept my head pressed against his shoulder. One of his hands wrapped around the back of my head and the other secured at my back – I couldve stayed here all night if he wanted.

He kissed the top of my head then placed his hands on either side of my face, tilting it up to look at him, “I cant believe youre here.”

His eyes were red as though he’d been crying and I quietly asked, “How did it happen?”

“He was on his way back from work when his car slipped off the road,” his voice trembled slightly and I squeezed his hand, “Vi’s been in pieces as you can imagine. She’s pregnant.”

I couldnt help but gasp and he nodded, “I know its shit luck. They’re supposed to be celebrating their anniversary this weekend.”

“How far along is she?” I sat down on the bed and he lay down next to me.

“She’s due in November.”

The blonde girl from last year paused in the doorway, cocking her head to the side in confusion, “Do I know you?”

“We met briefly last year,” I blushed in embarrassment at the memory and the corner of David’s lip lifted.

“Well I’m Vi,” she shook my hand and looked back at David, “I’ll be expecting you to fill me in on all the details of this tomorrow.”

“You bet,” David replied and when she shut the door, he glanced at me with a glint in his eye, “Not a chance.”

I laughed quietly and David reached for the lamp at his bedside. There was a look in his eye that made my lips curl up slightly, and before I knew what was happening, David grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it up without hesitation. He threw it somewhere behind him and his eyes read every curve of my body, and he released a shaky breath.

His lips were moist and his tongue was rough and apologetic and my back arched against his touch. He pulled me flush against him but I pulled back in hesitancy.

“David....,” I looked up at him, “I’m worried you’re only doing this to distract yourself from what happened to Danny. I mean, I’ll go through with it but-”

He shook his head fiercely, “I’m not doing this as a distraction. I’m doing this because I want to do this with you, here in this bed. I’ve been thinking about it for nearly 364 days.”

His eyes darkened as he slid his body over me, caging me in with his arms. I could feel him hard against me and I nearly whimpered at the idea of being with him. I’d also been thinking about this moment a lot longer than I shouldve.

He brushed his thumb over my lips, “I want to be your only. Your first and last. I want you to promise I’ll be able to hear your voice tomorroe and every day that follows.”

I nodded in agreeance, “I promise.”

“I’m serious, I want your phone number and youre adres and everything before you leave tomorrow.”

“You can have it,” I grinned, “You can have everything.”

My fingers dragged up his jawline until I cupped his face, “What are you waiting for?”

“To wake up, I think,” he dragged in a raspy breath and kissed my neck, “I’m dreaming right?”

I shook my head just as his hips moved against me. A moan escaped my lips and his kisses against my neck grew wilder.

“Definately dreaming,” he murmured against my skinand touched his tongue against my skin, dragging it up to my throat before kissing me again.

He lined himself up in front of me but still didnt push inside, continuting to tease and touch my skin whilst I grew hotter with need and anticipation. He dragged his lips against mine and as soon as I opened my mouth to say something, he pushed himself deep inside of me. He covered my moan in a kiss and a burst of pain and pleasure burst within me – he was bigger than I’d expected, he could hardly fit as my back arched. The perfection of how we fit together made the pain a mere inconvenience however.

“God youre so fucking tight,” he groaned as his eyes fluttered ever so slightly, “Its perfect.”

It was beautiful. David was beautiful. And somehow, with the way he was staring down at me I felt as though I was beautiful. He gave me a moment to adjust to his size before he thrusted into me once more, claiming my mouth with his whilst squeezing my hand tight. Pleasure like no other shot through my core as his thrusts grew deeper and more frequent. The sound of our bodies smacking together and the bed hitting the wall echoed throughout the room but neither of us seemed to care. My thighs were already dripping and a low sound at the back of his throat groaned as he pushed us both closer towards the edge.

“David,” I whimpered as he pressed our interlocked hands into the mattress. His other hand hooked under my legs and pulled them up over his shoulders so that he had a better angle. Thrusting into me and perfectly hitting my g spot, I let out a loud moan and shoved my face into the pillow beside me to keep quiet. His breathing grew ragged as he grabbed my hips and pulled meet him impossibly closer. I’d never been so filled and I knew I wouldnt be able to walk straight for days after this.

My nails dragged down his back and his head tipped back with a mix of pleasure and pain. I could feel an orgasm building up in my stomach and he pounded into me faster and harder, watching me intently for the moment I released.

David thrusted once more and I felt myself coming undone beneath him. He spilled himself inside of me and it dripped out onto my thighs, soaking me and the bed sheets beneath us. I squeezed my eyes shut as he buried his face into my hair, trying to catch his breath. His skin was hot and gleaning with a thin layer of sweat and I ran my hands through the dark locks of his hair.

We lay there for a few minutes, both of us trying to catch our breath and calming down after such an intense experience. He ran his nose along my jawline until his lips were at my ear,

“I dont want to say goodbye tomorrow morning.”

I breathed in slowly, “You have my number to call me.”

“Every single day?”

“I’ll be mad if you dont.”

“Twice a day?”

I laughed and he added, “Can I see you every day?”

I shook my head because that one was kind of impossible, “That’ll be expensive.”

“Not if I live in the same house as you.”

I stilled and a smile engulfed his face, “I’m thinking about selling my apartment. Violet’s got her own place and the only reason I stay here is because of my job. But i shouldnt have to put the company above you. I could still work there from afar it would just be a bit more difficult. But im ready for that challenge.”

I couldnt believe we were both having this conversation. As much as I knew we needed to talk about it without sex clouding our minds, i couldnt think of anything I wanted more than to see him every day. To have him as part of my life.

He was serious. He actually wanted to move to Chicago and I couldnt think of single reason as to why he couldnt.

I nodded slowly and a smile transformed his entire face. His hand reached up to trace my jaw and his thumb brushed over my lips.

I grinned, ”You’re going to need a jacket.”

I walked into David’s kitchen to see Vi sitting on the counter, her green eyes reflecting in the sunlight streaming through the window. David was still asleep and I hadnt wanted to interrupt his rest when he looked so peaceful.

“Hey,” Vi smiled and nodded towards the toaster, “Do you want any?”

“Oh that’d be great,” I smiled and took a seat next to her.

“So you’re the girl David meets up with once a year?”

I nodded, happy to hear David talked about me when I wasnt there, “Yeah its kind of a tradition.”

“How long are you planning on doing that? For the rest of your lives?”

“Until I’m twenty three.”

Her head cocked to the side, “Why?”

“Its the age my mother decided I’d be mature enough to have a serious relationship with somebody.”

“Ah,” she smiled and looked down at her hands, “Davids a great guy. He’s been so helpful recently with Danny and everything....,” her smile faded and she quickly added, “And he’s a great boss.”

“Oh I remember.”

“I dont know if he’s told you but he’s doing greater than he’s ever done at work,” she smiled proudly, “He’s earning more, enjoying it more, its going well.”

Doing greater than he’s ever done? And he’d give it all up to move to Chicago with me?

“How is he?”

My head snapped to hers, “David?”

She nodded, “I havent really interacted with anyone, I know its selfish because I’m not the only one hurting but-”

I squeezed her hand reassuringly, “He’s okay. He understands Vi.”

She wiped away a tear, “I just feel bad that i havent even thought about how he’s hurting. And now he’s stuck with a girl who’s about to have a baby, and the last thing I want is for him to feel obliged to help me...and I cant move back to me and Danny’s place its so quiet and lonely there,” she pressed her fists to her eyes, “I dont know what to do. I don’t want to burden anyone, but I’m scared I can’t do this on my own.”

I wrapped my arms around Vi as she began to cry into my shirt.

“Vi?” We both looked up to see David standing in the doorway with a distraught look on his face. Vi starts crying even harder and he was instantly at her side.

“You’ll be fine,” he spoke softly, “promise me you’ll let us help you.”

She nods and wipes her tears away fiercely I cant watch her cry anymore. I'm on the verge of tears myself just knowing how scared she is. I rush up the stairs and back into David’s bedroom, where I can gather my thoughts. So many things are running through my head, most of them fears. I'm afraid he's making a decision out of haste. I'm afraid if I tell him how much I wish he would move to Chicago, he would actually do it, and it's obvious Vi. Not to mention the possibilities he'd lose by giving up his job. If we just up and end our arrangement in the middle without continuing to meet up on March 5th, I’d break my promise to my mother and commit before I turn 23

I know two years is a long time for us to wait, but those two years could make a huge difference in his success.I didn’t want to be the reason he quit, Years from now, he'd look back on tonight and hed wonder if he made the wrong choice. If maybe our lives would have still turned out the same and we would still end up together, but by waiting two years, he also would have met his work goals.

He's made such a huge difference in my life. More than he'll ever know. If it weren't for him, I don't think I would have ever regained my confidence. Just having him in my life one day a year has had such a positive effect on me, I'd hate myself if I did the exact opposite for him.

And none of that includes what just transpired over the last ten minutes. There's no way he can move to Chicago when his family needs him now more than ever. Vi is going to need him here way more than I need him in Chicago. I refuse to be the one to convince him to leave her at a time like this.

I grab my phone and call for a cab before I change my mind.

David walked around the corner to meet me and I gasped, clutching a hand to my heart.

"You scared me," I took the last step. "How is she?"

He glance down the hallway toward Vi’s bedroom. "Better,"

I took two more steps, toward the front door this time. David finally noticed the purse around my shoulder and the shoes on my feet. I was prepared to leave.

I put my weight on one foot, “earlier…”

"Please don't change your mind." He interrupted.

I winced looking to the right to hold back my tears. I didn’t want to hurt David but it was best for us both if I left. David rushed towards me and grabbed both of my hands.

“Please. We can do this. Maybe I can't move right away, but I will. Things just need to settle around here first."

I squeezed his hands and sighed, “Vi says you’re doing great at work.”

He realised where this was going, “I don’t care about my job, it doesn’t matter-“

A stream of light strolls across the walls, and I glances back to see my cab waiting.

“Please," he begged, “Just give me your phone number, at least. I'll call you tomorrow and we'll figure it out then, okay?" He tried to to keep his voice soothing and hopeful, but i noticed the panic building in his chest.

"It's been an emotional couple of days, David. It's not fair of me to let you make this kind of decision right now." I pressed my lips to his cheek and then turned for the front door. He followed behind me as I reached the cab and I could feel my heart breaking with each step I took. Why couldn’t he make this easier?

"I would never forgive myself if I didn't encourage you to follow your dreams like you encouraged me to follow mine. Please don't ask me to be the reason you give them up. It isn't fair."

I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my face into his neck. He held me right and I could feel how much he needed me to stay but I couldn’t. I opened the door to the cab but hesitated.

"I'll come here next year," I promised. "I want to meet Vi’s baby. We'll meet at the restaurant again, okay? Same time, same place?"

He shook his head and shut the cab door, refusing to let me in.

“ You can't just agree to love me, and then take in back because you think it's not what's best for me. That's not how this works."

I leaned against the cab and crossed my arms over my chest. My eyes were focused on the ground but I could feel his stare.

“David” my voice was barely a whisper, “You don't need to be in Chicago. You need to be here. I'll just be a distraction, It's only two more years.If we're meant to be together, two years is nothing."

He laughed but it was short and humorless. "Meant to be together? Are you listening to yourself? This isn't one of your fairy tales, This is real life, and in the real world you have to bust your ass for the happy ever after!"

He gripped the nape of his neck and took a step away from me, trying to collect his frustration but it was pouring out of him.

“When you find love, you take it. You grab it with both hands and you do everything in your power not to let it go. You can't just walk away from it and expect it to linger until you're ready for it." The pain was etched into his face and my eyes began to tear. The moment we shared in his room meant more to me than he’d ever know but he was looking at me like I was a traitor.

I glanced at the cab and he stepped forward and put his hands on my shoulders, “Don’t walk away from this.”

My shoulders dropped with a sigh and I shook my head softly, “Im not walking away from this. I'm not doing anything we didn't agree to the first day we met. I'm the one sticking to the rules, here. We agreed on five years. And yes, we had a little hiccup upstairs where we almost caved and_"

"A hiccup?" He pointed to the house. "Did you just refer to us agreeing to start a relationship as a . . . hiccup?"

He gripped my face until his fingers were wrapped around the nape of my neck. He brush his thumbs across my cheeks and encouraged me to look up at him. David touched me softly and I swallowed back the lump in my throat.

"I don't care about work. All I care about is you. Being with you every day. Seeing you every day, I'm no finished falling in love with you yet. But if you don't want to finish falling in love with me, then you need to tell me right now. Do you want me to be a part of your life on more than just March 5th? If you say no, I'll turn around and walk right back inside that house and things can go back to how they were before you showed up here yesterday. I'll continue working and we'll meet up next year. But if you say yes . .. if you tell me you want to spend every single day on the calendar this year falling in love with me, then I'm going to kiss you. And I'll spend every day after today proving to you that you made the right choice."

His hands remained firm on my face and my eyes remained firm on hers. I could hardly breathe. A tear slowly rolled down my cheek as I shook my head no.

“You can’t-“

"Yes or no, That's all I want to hear."

His eyes were so pleading and I hated that I was the one breaking his heart but I had no choice.

"You need to be here for your family this year. You know that as well as I do. The last thing we need is a relationship over a cell phone. And that's exactly what will happen, because we'll spend every spare second wanting to talk to each other instead of focusing on our goals. We'll alter everything just to be together, and it shouldn't be that way. Not yet. We need to finish what we-“

“Yes or no.” He lowered himself until he was eye level with me and I couldn’t help but inhale sharply.

“Go back inside,” I hated how weak I sounded and I hated the tears that escaped my eyes.

David stepped back and I quickly climbed into the car before I could change my mind. I rolled down my window but he wasn’t looking at me, instead staring at the ground with a distant look in his eye.

"The one thing I want more than anything is for the whole world to live with you,” he could hear the tears in my voice. "But I have to do what you did for me the day we met. You let me go. You encouraged me to go. And I want the same for you. I want you to follow your passion instead of your heart."

The cab began to back away, and for a split second he looked as though he was debating chasing after me - like he did on the plane all those years ago. But he stood still and swallowed hard, realising my decision was set.

“Fuck!” He cursed at the empty street as the cab backed away. Tears blurred my vision as I left his apartment yet again on March 6th, certain I’d never see David Aames again.

#fanfic #tom cruise #david aames #vanilla sky #march 5 #romance

[t0mcruize123]

March 5th

Second March 5th🎀🫶

This part contains some light smut so consider yourselves warned🫵

Second March 5th:

I nervously rubbed my hands together and shifted my weight from foot to foot. March 5th, I was standing outside David Aame’s apartment, shivering with nerves and already regretting my decision of turning up. Last year we’d agreed to meet at a restaurant, but I just couldn't go another moment without meeting up with him.

God, i felt like I was insane. I’d only spent a few hours with him, what if we didn't click anymore? I’d changed in the past year, not just physically but everything – I wasn't the same girl anymore. I could've had a manic episode last year and just been in a really good desperate mood, what if he wasn't even funny? He could be a dickhead.

I rubbed my hands down my face as the front door slowly creaked open. I was trying to mentally gaslight myself into thinking this was perfectly normal and that I wasn't crazy and it wasn't commitment. We were friends. Friends who were flying hours just to spend a few hours together.

Wait were we friends? We never communicated and I had no idea if he was still the same David I remembered. Please be the same David i remember.

The door fully opened, and I tried not to come off nervous as I took him in. He was dressed in a red sweater and his hair was cropped slightly shorter, though besides from that, I couldn't see any other physical differences. David was here. And he was grinning at me.

Oh fuck pretending to act cool. I rushed forwards and wrapped my arms around his neck as I imagined doing so often in the past year. He smelled just as I remembered and when his hands came up to hold me, I found myself sinking into his embrace.

“Oh my god you're here,” he sighed with relief, “I worried you were going to move on in Chicago and forget me.”

“I could never forget you,” I pulled back and looked into his eyes. They were just as green with those golden specks as I remembered, “You look amazing.”

“Are you kidding?” He gestured to me with an awestruck expression, “You look completely different!”

I had changed in the past year, and I gave him a small smile. My hair was cut to my shoulders and pulled back behind my ears, my clothes were smart and pressed; my new job and new life had changed me but i was hoping it was a good different.

“I’m so sorry, I’m being rude,” he gestured for me to come in, “I think I’m just still in shock.”

I chuckled quietly and entered his apartment, my heart hammering as I took everything in. It looked similar to last year but there were a few more paintings hanging on the walls and more furniture as though somebody had moved in.

Oh god. What if he had a girlfriend who moved in? I spun to face him but he seemed perfectly calm, walking with that same confidence to the kitchen and offering me a drink. I’d spent so long worrying he was going to be different but David was just as he’d always been – radiating this confidence and ease that instantly made you comfortable in his presence. Maybe that was just me but I found myself hopping onto his kitchen counter and unable to wipe the stupid grin from my face.

“My friend Danny moved in by the way so just ignore all his stuff,” he shrugged it off and I felt a huge weight disappear from my shoulders, “I told him to clean up but he never listens to me.”

I chuckled, “When did he move in?”

“A few months ago, we’ve been friends since high school,” he folded his arms together and rested them on the kitchen counter, “So tell me about Chicago! Is it everything you wanted?”

“And more!” I leaned closer, “My boss, Ava, is super super nice and I’m doing way more than I ever could've done in New York. I’ve made some friends, and I’ve been volunteering here and there and my schedule has never been so busy. I love my life though, as hectic as it is.”

“And you still made time to see me?”

“It was a promise,” I murmured, “So how’s New York life?”

“Same old not gonna lie, its nowhere near as exciting as Chicago it seems,” he folded his lips together.

“I’m sure it is,” I touched his shoulder instinctively. It felt kind of weird to be so close with David but at the same time it felt as though we were old friends catching up as usual. There wasn't even a hint of awkwardness in the air, just joy.

“I take it back, there is something I love about New York,” he moved closer so that he was standing in between my legs, “The beach.”

I tried to ignore the tingling sensation building up in my stomach, “Oh really?”

“I’ve been thinking about where we should go and the beach sounds like a perfect idea,” his fingers clasped around mine though he frowned slightly, “Do you not like the beach?”

“No i love the beach,” I hastily replied and jumped off the counter, “I’m just excited.”

His lips stretched into a grin as he pulled me back towards the front door, “Great because I have a feeling were gonna be there for a while.”

David unlocked the front door and I nearly collapsed in a pile of giggles. We’d spent all day at the beach together and now we felt like giddy school children, sneaking back into our bedrooms whilst David’s roommate was asleep. He took my hand and led me up the stairs and I nearly tripped up one of the steps. He put his finger to his mouth in a shushing motion and my stomach began to hurt from holding in my laughter. He pushed open his bedroom door and I fell down onto his bed, exhausted and yet still full of energy.

“That was amazing,” I grinned as he flopped down next to me. We’d been to the fair before heading to the beach and had had so much fun competing on all the rides and winning the most useless and yet precious stuffed animals. David had spent hours trying to win me the biggest one and though I’d given up and gone on the Ferris wheel instead, he’d still managed to win it for me. My cheeks still ached from smiling at the memory and when i met David’s eye I knew he was thinking the same thing.

“What was your favourite part of today?” He propped his head up with his hand and looked down at me.

“When I pushed you into the sea,” I answered easily.

He scoffed, “You did not push me, I fell-”

“Yeah right, and then you began flailing around like you were going to drown,” I laughed and he chuckled quietly alongside me. When we’d both jumped into the water, I’d been nervous about stripping down to just my bra and pants, but David hadn't tried anything which made me feel so much better. Most guys would've jumped at the idea but David was simply trying to have fun, splashing and pushing me in the water though he went under more times than me.

My goal wasn't to have sex with him tonight, though if that's how that night played out I wasn't going to complain. I just wanted to spend time with David, I enjoyed his company – which is something i never thought I’d say. I’d have more fun than I’d had in months and all we’d done was go to the fair and swim around in the water.

“When does your flight leave?” He looked down at me with a slightly sombre expression. I knew he was trying to hide his feelings and remain positive, but i felt the same way.

“Tomorow at 8 in the morning,” I’d booked it for the next day in case David had moved on and I was just being as desperate as I worried.

The corner of his lip lifted, “Well then we still have time.”

I tried to mirror his smile but I felt tears threatening to spill in my eyes. David noticed the shift in my expression and ran his thumb over my cheek.

“What's wrong?” His tone was soft and I exhaled slowly.

“Todays just been so perfect,” a tear slipped free and David wiped it away with one swipe of his thumb, “I have so much fun with you David. How can one person be so perfect with another, but there circumstances don't work? Its just not fair.”

I hated how weak my voice sounded but David didn't seem to care about things like that. His own features were etched with sadness because he was the only one who understood.

“I get it,” he murmured lowly, “But this arrangement is what works for the both of us. When you’re twenty three, and one of us permanently moves to the other but until then...this is what we need.”

I nodded though it broke my heart to do so, “Its just so frustrating because out of all the guys I’ve been with, I’m always going to fall back with you. I have to wait 4 more years, I’m going to go insane!”

He chuckled quietly and buried his face in the gap between my neck and shoulder. I breathed in slowly and marveled in the way we rose and fell as we breathed in sync. My hands came up to caress his dark hair and his hands ran over my skin.

“Have you been with anyone in the past year?” He didn't sound jealous, simply curious.

“Yeah, but they never lasted more than two weeks tops,” embarrassment flushed my cheeks, “The worst guy I dated was just so cliche it was awful.”

His head lifted in amusement, “What did he do?”

“He’d say things like ahh after having a hot drink,” my nose scrunched and David chuckled above me, “He’d sing the wrong song lyrics, put on a baby voice, wear socks to bed-”

“Oh that's the deal breaker right there, I’ll never understand how people are comfortable with that.”

My eyes widened, “But you're all right with a woman singing the wrong lyrics to your all time favourite song?”

“I can imagine it being quiet sexy if you did it,” he quipped.

I rolled my eyes playfully and pulled him closer, “Thank you.”

He stared down at me and slowly wiped away the remainder of my early tears. He was looking down at me like I was a beautiful mess and no doubt I looked awful with sand in my hair and red blotchy eyes but he still seemed to be in awe.

I slid my hands to his chest and felt his heart pounding as fast as mine was. We locked eyes and he didn't ask permission when he dipped his head and brushed his lips against mine. My tongue instinctively ran over my bottom lip and he groaned at the sight, leaning forward to claim my mouth with his. My head was swimming as he raised my arms above my head and interlocked our fingers together, pushing them into the mattress. His tongue slid against mine and there was so much feeling in it as though he was kissing me the same way he looked at me. From the inside out.

He slowly planted kisses down my neck, keeping my hands secured to the mattress and not allowing me to touch him whilst he explored my skin. God Id missed him. I’d missed the way IU felt when i was with him, i wish i could've had him every day.

The pressure on my hands disappeared as he ran his fingers down the length of my torso all the way to my waist. His mouth returned to mine and he was kissing me as his hand began to unbutton my shirt. Just feeling his fingertips skim my skin reminded me of why I thought about him every night.

He pulled my shirt up over my head and his eyes fell to my breast, covered with a black lace bra that he already saw in the water but didn't truly take in. He smiled and ran his fingers over the lace, dragging his thumb over the fabric. I threaded my fingers through the back of his hair and his fingers slowly pulled the material lowr....and lower..and lower until...

Gone.

I felt the air against my exposed breasts as David kissed across my chest without hesitation, sliding his tongue against my skin. I brought my gaze up to him and he looked in my eyes with a hungry gaze.

“Youre beautiful. Every inch of you is so beautiful” he pressed his lips between my breasts and my lips gasped in pleasure. The fact that i was the reason for that heated look in his eyes made me feel even more desirable. He kissed his way back up my neck until he was hovering over me.

“Do you want me to stop for tonight?” He asked hesitantly and I nearly laughed at the idea. I shook my head no and he smiled, leaning back down to kiss at my jawline. With one hand still pinning my hands above my head, his fingers slowly travelled down to the fabric of my panties and slipped them down past my knees.

I shivered in anticipation and his chuckle reverberated against my skin. I’d never felt anything like it and would've done anything to hear and feel it again. As he kissed his way down my body, he pulled off his own shirt in one swift motion. The feel of his bare skin pressed against me made my body flush with heat – he was everything I wanted and needed and more.

His fingers slowly moved lower and lower down my stomach and I watched as his touch began to circle my pussy which was so embarrassingly wet it was almost funny. I gasped in surprise as he explored my heat, and his fingers slowly delved deeper into my depths until I moaned in need. His pointed finger ran circles around my clit and i inhaled sharply as he rubbed me harder. In silent encouragement, my hips bucked up and I couldn't help the moan that bubbled up in my throat and escaped my lips. I began to tremble as he slipped another finger inside of me, stretching me open. My head fell back against the pillow and my hands fisted the sheets as his finger plunged in and out of me. A hot feeling began to build up in my stomach but David kept going with eagerness.

He watched my reaction carefully, before lowering his head to trace delicate kisses along the insides of my thighs, every motion gentle and possessive. His tongue flicked over my clit and I closed my eyes as the warm touch licked up and down. As he tasted me, his two fingers moved in and out of me and I reached down to grip his hair. His warm wet tongue had me breathing heavily and jerking my hips forward – and I knew David had a roommate but i could hardly contain myself, I was a hot mess. He crawled back up my body and pressed his wet lips against mine, making me taste myself. He was slowing down and I wanted to feel all of him, but then he stopped completely.

The bedroom door had swung open and David lay down on me in a flash, covering me, but he wasn't fast enough for me to miss the girl standing there with wide eyes.

Oh my god. A girl. In the doorway. A girl.

She quickly closed the door and yelled from the other side, “David! What have I told you about-”

“The door was fucking closed for a reason Vi!” He shouted back and squeezed his eyes shut in embarrassment. I awkwardly shifted from under him and reached for my shirt. David had a girlfriend? But by the looks of it, she was okay with him fucking other women?

He grabbed my hand but I couldn't meet his eye, “Please just look at me.”

“Not until you explain what the fuck just happened,” I kept my voice cool as I hastily buttoned my shirt and searched for my pants.

“Vi is Danny’s girlfriend,” he explained and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Remember my roommate?”

“Why did you conveniently leave her out then?” My heart hammered, “You never mentioned a girl called Vi.”

“Because she’s not important and she’s only lived here a few weeks!” He rested his head against the door, “She’s just staying for a while whilst their new house gets sorted out. They’ve bought a place and our moving in together-”

“But why would she just barge into your bedroom at 11pm like its normal?”

“She was cleaning, she’s a neat freak!” He sighed heavily, “Look, I’m so sorry about that but believe me Violets cool, she wont say anything to Danny and this whole thing will blow over by tomorrow.”

I blew out an exasperated breath and slumped back down onto his bed. I wanted to believe David an I believed everything he just said, but I was still pissed. I didn't want to be just some random girl Vi assumed David had just picked up, our moment had felt more meaningful than that.

Or maybe it had just been sex and I was fucking deluded. Either way, David hadnt done anything wrong it was me who was getting all emotional. We hadn't seen each other in a year, even if Vi was his girlfriend and he’d moved on I shouldnt have had a problem with it. And if what we were doing was just sex, that that wasn't wrong either, there was consent, there was joy, I’d just gotten a bit carried away.

“We need to be up early tomorrow,” I looked up at him, hinting we should just go to bed. There was a hint of disappointment in his expression but he hid it well, nodding solemnly and climbing back into the bed. I wasn't angry at David, I could never really be angry at David. I was angry at everything else, angry at the world for always making things so goddamn difficult.

I shuffled next to a still shirtless David and ran my hands over his arms. His skin was hot beneath my fingertips and I sighed as I pulled him closer. I wasn't going to let one embarrassing moment ruin such a perfect day.

I gave him a small smile, “Thank you for today. I wont forget it.”

“Me neither,” his lip tugged up as he pressed his lips gently to my forehead. I felt as though I’d been transported back to last year when he’d held me close and kissed me before we’d fallen asleep on the floor. I’d been nervous then. Nervous to hold him, nervous to ask him to move closer.

Now i was too comfortable to waste my time on useless worries. I buried my face into his shoulder and his hands came up to hold my back. We fitted perfectly as one, and though I wanted to spend as long as possible awake and with David, I found myself slowly falling asleep in his arms.

Hand in hand, we walked through the airport with a lot less bags than last year. I wasn't sure how we were going to do this depressing walk each year when I had to go back to Chicago, because it certainly wasnt getting any easier. I already missed him and I hadn't even gotten on the plane yet.

“Would you like another airport kiss?” His lip lifted.

I laughed, “Absolutely not.”

We walked towards the edge of the platform and we both knew it was time to say goodbye but just couldnt manage to speak a word. I could see the sadness in his eyes and I knew without a doubt he could see how much I didn't want to leave. He trailed his fingers down my cheek and I shivered with a sense of deja vu.

“I’ll come to Chicago next year. Where do you want to meet?”

“I’ll have Brian send you my address,” my smile began to wobble and I quickly pulled him in for a hug. We stayed like that for at least a few minutes, neither of us ready to let go. His hand cradled the back of my head and I tried to memorize how it felt. I tried to memorise how it felt when we walked across the sand and when we spent hours lying together last night. I tried to memorize how my head rested perfectly on his shoulders.

“I thought I was tougher than this but saying goodbye to you is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do,” he murmured.

I wanted to reply, then beg me to stay, but his lips were against mine and he was kissing me hard. He was saying goodbye with the way his mouth moved over mine, the way his hands caressed my cheek and the way his lips moved to my head and pressed one single gentle kiss to the center of it before he released me. He practically pushed himself away from me as if physical distance was going to make this easier. He walked backward and backwards and all the words were lodged in my throat so i pressed my lips together so they didnt escape.

We stared at each other for several seconds, the pain in this goodbye clear in the air between us. I was about to call his name when he turned and jogged back through the airport. I tried not to cry because that would be stupid. We’d spent two full days together and I wasnt going to cry because i wasnt Stupid, right?

Before I could make the wrong decision, I made my way to the plane and claimed my seat by the window. I was relieved David was coming to Chicago next year, these flights were going to be the death of me.

I closed my eyes and hoped i could get a few hours of sleep so i didn't keep repeating our goodbye over and over in my head. Maybe if Id just asked him to come with me-

“Hey.”

My eyes flung open to see David standing over me with an amused expression. Was I dreaming? Or just confusing reality with dreams?

“You’re not dreaming,” I noticed the plane ticket in his hand and sat up.

“What are you doing?”

“I had to buy a plane ticket in order to get to you before you took off,” he smiled as though he was embarrassed and I felt my heart fighting to remain stable. He bought a plane ticket just to see me once more?

“You’re insane.”

He grinned and bent low to give me a small peck on the lips. I tried to hide my flicker of sadness as the flight attendant stepped forward and asked why David wasn't in his sea. He muttered something about a family emergency and she let him pass, but right before he got off the plane he turned around and winked at me.

And then David was gone.

I looked down at my lap to see a mixtape with the words “songs that remind me of you” scrawled across the top. David Aames had purchased a plane ticket just to give me a mixtape he’d made specifically for me, and I could only imagine the hundreds of songs he’d collected together.

A tear rolled down my cheek and I didn't bother to wipe it away. I was leaving the only man I’d ever truly loved and there was nothing I could do about it for another 364 days.

#fanfic #tom cruise #smut #march 5 #vanilla sky #david aames

[t0mcruize123]

March 5th

First March 5th🎀🫶

There will be five parts to this story all loosely inspired by the film Vanilla Sky but very different and much more romantic😭 this is ofc written for @mqverick birthday, I hope you enjoy it bae🫵🎀

First March 5th:

My hand clamped around the glass bottle as I poured myself yet another wine that night. The room was buzzing with music and activity – people dancing and hollering whilst I stood in the corner and resisted the urge to roll my eyes. I hadn't even wanted to come to David’s party and now I was standing here like some kind of loser but unable to leave.

Brian was my ride, and he was currently chatting up every woman in sight – the poor things. He wanted me to spend my final night in New York surrounded by work colleagues and having the time of my life but all I really wanted was to get home and pack all my belongings.

“What are you wearing?”

I spun to see a startingly blonde woman glaring at me as though I’d committed a crime. Her blue eyes bored into mine and I didn't fail to notice the slight sneer of her lip.

I looked down at my white dress, “Do you have a problem with it?”

“I have a problem when you wear matching costumes with my David,” she snapped.

I folded my lips together to stifle a laugh, as if I’d ever willingly match with David Aames. He worked at the same publishing company as me and I’d always hated his guts though I’m not sure he’d ever noticed. He was just another privileged man inheriting one of the greatest companies from his father - I didn't have time for people like him.

“You think this is funny?” She shouted over the music.

I really didn't have time for people like her either, “Nice meeting you.”

Tuning out her protests, I quickly walked away before she could catch up with me. Clearly, she was just another girl obsessed with David for reasons I really couldn't fathom. As I pushed past the dancing bodies and struggled to hear my own thoughts over the music, I noticed that a few heads had turned to face me. I shrugged it off, but it was hard to ignore everyone's stares following my every step.

“Brian!” I touched his shoulder in relief, “You left me.”

“I didn't leave you, I encouraged you to socially interact with your friends before you leave tomorrow.”

Smartass. I pinched the bridge of my nose and muttered, “Is it just me or are there loads of people staring?”

He looked down at me in confusion, “Well obviously.”

“Why is that obvious?”

“Because you're matching with David.”

“I’m not-” the words seemed to escape me as I spotted David from across the room. He was dressed in a black button-down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. With one hand, he’d flung a dark blazer over his shoulder, and he ran his other hand through his dark raven hair.

Brian leaned low and whispered for just me to hear, “Rumour has it there's two angles at this party and their destined to collide tonight.”

I shoved his shoulder and turned back to face David across the room. Even from so far away you could see that he was attractive. Maybe it was the confidence in his step, his ruffled black shirt, or the jacket flung over his shoulder, but he dripped with ease. Everybody knew I despised his very existence and now they all thought we’d intentionally matched. The angel and the fallen angel.

For fucks sake.

“Why do you look so pissed? This is a good thing!” Brian grinned from my side, “I’ve been telling you for years, you and David would make a good cou-”

“Don't finish that sentence,” I scoffed, “I know you two are best friends and I’m okay with that but you need to stop trying to force us together. I don't like him.”

“Only because he inherited a company, and that's not his fault.”

I huffed in annoyance, “I shouldn't have come here.”

“Oh come on don't be like that!” He argued, “It's your last night in New York and you want to be alone at home?”

“You say that like it's a bad thing.”

“Say what like it's a bad thing?”

I turned to see David standing there with a small glint in his eye as he looked between the two of us. Brian grinned and embraced him in a hug, nearly toppling them both to the ground.

“Happy birthday! And all the usual shit people say to each other,” Brian clapped his shoulder, “How you doing?”

“Living the dream,” he flashed a David smile then looked down at my white dress. It was cropped short and accentuated my hips and curves, but it wasn't meant for him. I swallowed back a remark and forced a smile.

“Happy birthday David,” I looked down at the gift in my hands.

“Thank you,” he never once broke eye contact and I felt a flush of heat creeping up to my cheeks. Under the intensity of his gaze, I felt myself growing hot but I refused to look away. It felt as though we were back at work, silently daring each other with eye contact and tingling with excited energy.

“We both picked it out,” Brian cut in and when David still refused to look away, he repeated, “We both picked it, David. The both of us.”

The corner of David’s lip turned upwards though that smirk quickly vanished with Brian commented, “Stop flirting and open it.”

My head snapped to his in anger and David shook himself out of a daze, “Yes, let's get a drink I’ll uh..leave this upstairs.”

I folded my lips together and walked away without another word. Just the memory of David’s hot gaze brought a shameful blush to my cheeks, and I tried to hide it. I always knew he had a physical effect on me, I mean- why wouldn't he? He was undoubtedly gorgeous; it was just the fact that he was an asshole that was such a turn off. He always walked around the company as though he owned the place, and I get it, he did, but did he have to be so cocky? He paid no attention to his workers so why should I pay so much attention to him?

I paused when something to my left caught my eye. Displayed on the rich guy's wall, was a smashed guitar behind a glass case. I honestly wasn't surprised this was the kind of thing David collected.

“It was a gift actually.”

How did he always manage to sneak up on me so quietly? And had I really spoken out loud? I gave him a sideways glance and he smiled at me as though all this was some kind of cat and mouse game, but I was bored. We’d been challenging each other for years, and on my last night in the city, I didn't want to be doing the same old shit.

“I like it,” I commented, hoping that would be enough to please him as I turned away.

“Woah, woah, woah,” he reached for my hand and his fingertips gently brushed mine. I pretended not to notice and swallowed hard,

“So how did you get all this stuff? This apartment, this life?” I asked, knowing damn well it was all to do with his father. For a long moment, he didn't reply and I scoffed, “I see.”

I walked away for good this time and tried to shake away the tingling sensation rippling through my hands. It was one fucking touch, why did I react this way? I could feel someone still staring at me and turned around to flip David off, but he wasn't anywhere in sight. I could only see the blonde woman from earlier who was still glaring at me with an icy blue gaze.

“How about if you help me?” David rushed back to my side though this time I was grateful to turn towards him. This blonde bitch thought she could stare at me all night just because my boss wanted to talk to me? Fine. I’d flirt with him all night long just to piss her off, because I was bored, maybe a little drunk, and David was – as I said – undoubtedly gorgeous. Yeah, I hated him but it was my last night here. I suppose I could put my feelings away for just a few hours, right?

“Help you with what?” His eyes flickered with surprise, but he quickly explained,

“See, I’ve got this little problem. I’ve got a stalker and I need a cover.”

My brow arched.

“I need you to pretend you’re my girlfriend for the rest of the night – I know it's tough.”

I bit back my smile though couldn't help the excitement building up in my chest, “Ill improvise.”

“For now, I need you to pretend were having a conversation and you are wildly entertained,” he pressed his palms together and pleaded, “I’ll do whatever you want in return.”

I grinned, “Whatever I want?”

His brow drew together, “Well within reason of course.”

I folded my arms together, “There's not much I want from you David, I’m not gonna lie. I’m leaving tomorrow for Chicago and I'll never-”

“I’ll talk to your new boss!” His voice heightened, “I’ll put in a good word, maybe even get you a high paying, new promotion...”

My eyes widened in surprise, I’d never seen David so desperate. Without uttering a word, I leant forward and wrapped my hands around his neck. He was stiff at first but then his hands came up to the small of my back.

“Shes right across the room, and she’d burning a hole in my back now, isn't she?” He whispered in my ear and I could hear the smile in his voice.

I stared at the blonde woman whilst I ran my fingers through his hair, “Red dress, strappy shoes?”

“Yes.”

“Wow, she’s really staring at us,” the corner of my lip lifted as the woman’s hands curled into fists at her sides, “And she seems to be growing less happy.”

I pulled back and stared into David’s green eyes, noticing the golden flecks in them for the first time, “I think she’s the saddest girl to ever hold a martini.”

He grinned, “Mission accomplished.”

I looked back over his shoulder to see the stalker making her way towards us through the crowd, “Let's go upstairs.”

David realised what I meant and didn't make the mistake of looking back. Hurriedly, we both rushed up the grand staircase and I found myself laughing as we tripped and tumbled our way to the top. I felt as though we were school children rushing through the corridors, and it felt so weird to feel so happy when with David Aames.

There was nobody upstairs except the two of us and yet I enjoyed the comfortable silence rather than the music coming from downstairs. It felt right...being up here with him, even with that dislike still bubbling evenly under the surface. There was something about David that seemed to put me at ease.

I looked up to see paintings adorning all the white walls, “Who did these paintings?”

He caught his breath and pointed at the first one, “This is Joni Mitchell...and this one is Monet. And this one-,” he proudly posed next to a brightly coloured snowboard, “Is done by me.”

“Well two of them are geniuses,” I quipped as I stepped towards the Monet painting, unable to hide my smile. His snowboard was cute to be honest.

“That is the real thing, his paintbrush painted the vanilla sky on this canvas,” he looked up at the art with an expression of awe, “My mothers.”

“Well what's going on here?” Brian stumbled up the steps with a wide grin as though he’d caught us in the act.

“Julie Gianni is stalking me,” David smiled.

I touched his shoulder, “She looked dangerous.”

“Well nobody stalks me, so I drink!”

“Were all out of drinks up here-”

“Here, finish my jack and coke,” Brian offered his glass, but it slipped from his grasp, falling to the ground with a smash, “Stupid glass.”

Tiny glass shards littered the floor and David put his arm out protectively to keep me back, “No it's the stupid guy holding it.”

I chuckled quietly as Brian walked back towards the door, “Where are you going?”

He solemnly touched his chest, “I am Frank, and Frank must go.”

“What?”

“I good you bid evening.”

David laughed at his remark and the sound seemed to echo as I stepped forward, “Wait I’ll go with you. You’re my ride.”

He huffed, “Stay.”

“I’ll give you a ride home after,” David offered as he began to clean the broken glass.

“No, I have to get on a flight early tomorrow.”

“You...you are in great hands,” his movements were sluggish as he stifled a yawn, “I’m just humoring myself that my opinion matters.”

Brian clapped David’s shoulder, “You will never know the exquisite pain of the guy who goes home alone,” David looked as though he was trying not to laugh, and I smiled, “Because without the bitter the sweet ain’t as sweet.”

I shrugged and Brian clapped his shoulder once more, “Have a good time.”

“Sweet and Sour speech again,” David murmured as Brian walked out the door, “Wait, you said that you have a flight early tomorrow?”

I nodded, “I told you, I’m flying to Chicago for my new job.”

“I didn't realise you were leaving so soon,” I shouldn't have loved his disappointed tone as much as I did.

“Yeah, it’s a shame, especially since now I’m finally starting to like you.”

“Well maybe if you’d have actually spoken to me in the two years that we’ve known each other at work, you would've realised I’m not that bad.”

“Oh no, that would've ruined the experience.”

“Experience?”

“The magical experience of spending my last night in New York with my gorgeous boss,” we shared a grin, “And I’m allowed to say that now because as of tomorrow, I’ll have a new boss so there's nothing you can do about it.”

“Mhm,” he folded his arms together and stepped closer, “You think I’m gorgeous?”

I almost regretted speaking so boldly, but I wasn't going to be a pussy on my last night here with him, “I have since the moment I first met you.”

“Aren't you the romantic?” I swear to God if he flashed another grin I was going to pass out.

“You should see my romance book collection at home, it's quite impressive,” I blurted.

“Why am I not surprised?” He chuckled, “I bet when you're supposed to be working, you have fantasies about me sweeping you off your feet and kissing you in the rain.”

I laughed and went along with it, “Am I that transparent? I have fantasies we have angry love confessions at the most inconvenient times, and you run to me for the airport kiss.”

“The airport kiss?” His brow raised.

“When the female is leaving the city, and the male lead chases after her in slow motion, then kisses her before the plane takes off.”

“Wow, now that sounds romantic, I bet you’ve read over 100 books with that trope.”

I blushed, “Would you like to see them?”

“See them?”

“Come back to my place,” I’d never been so forward in my life, but I wasn't going to stop, “You could stay at mine?”

The corner of his lip quirked up, “I’m just so surprised you’d want to actually spend time with me after hating me for so long.”

“Me to honestly,” I met his eye, “But I want to spent time with somebody before I go. I deserve to have one last great memory.”

He leant forwards and murmured, “I’ll make it unforgettable.”

I unlocked the front door and stepped into the familiar space, shrugging off my coat. All my furniture had been moved and the house was stripped bare though David still looked around as though he were impressed.

“Would you like something to drink?” He moved towards the kitchen whilst I kicked off my heels. The idea of David Aames walking around my apartment was so absurd I found myself smiling to myself in the hallway.

“Sure,” he stopped in front of the fridge and stared at the old photographs I still needed to take down.

“Oh ignore those, I look awful,” I laughed and began to tug them down.

“You can't say that about yourself.”

I grinned before realised he was being serious, “Why not?”

“Because the only times you see yourself are in pictures and mirrors where you force a smile,” I didn't think it was healthy for hearts to beat as fast as mine was, “I’m the one whose seen you real laugh, and I’m not talking about for photos or when you're around colleagues, I mean when were fake dating and you run up the stairs like you're scared to get caught. I’m the one whose seen your true beauty.”

I leaned upwards and pressed my lips against his cheek, only because I don't think I could've done anything else in the moment. There was no point kissing him as passionately and as shamelessly as I wanted to, because I was leaving tomorrow, and we’d never see each other again. I didn't want to give him false hope, but at the same time, I couldn't have gone another second without kissing him somewhere.

“Do you want to know the story behind this picture?” I picked up a random photo from the pile as a distraction.

“Sergio?” He scanned the photo for a second, “Your nickname is sergio?”

“Its a long story and we hardly know each other,” the truth cut through like a knife but I remained composed.

“So many secrets,” he shook his head.

“Well what about you? What's your nickname?”

He stilled for a moment in hesitation and I grinned. Whatever he was going to say was going to be incredible, I just knew it. He sighed heavily and reluctantly answered,

“Citizen Dildo.”

“Mhm,” I choked back a laugh and turned around, “Thats all the confirmation I need.”

I moved toward my CD player and held up two for him to choose from, “Do you want to hear Jeff Buckley or Vicky Carr?”

“Both,” he answered without hesitation, “Simultaneously.”

Pressing play, I moved towards the bedroom whilst he slumped down on the floor, “I’m getting changed out of this dress, don't walk in.”

“How will I ever contain myself?” He joked and barely dodged the pillow I threw at him from across the room.

I shut my bedroom door and undid the straps at my back, sighing with relief and considering what to wear. I needed something comfortable for the plane but I wanted something that still looked good for David. God, why did I care so much about what he thought?

“So, are you excited for Chicago?” He called from outside the door.

I nodded then remembered he couldn't see me, “I can't wait! It's always been a dream to go there, and though I’ll miss my friends here obviously, there's just so much more there. You know what I mean?”

“Yeah, you have to seize those opportunities,” he agreed, “I’m going to miss seeing you around the office though.”

“Oh David, you’re such a flirt,” I batted my eyelashes jokingly as I swung open the door. I was wearing a black sweater and matching cropped skirt with my hair pulled back. I’d wiped my make-up clean, and I was hoping he wouldn't notice.

“You have freckles,” he murmured, staring down at me with a small smile that made me blush yet again. There was nowhere to sit now that all my furniture had been shipped but David didn't seem to mind sitting on the floor.

“Ooh,” I pulled my writing pad out from my bag, “Care for a drawing contest?”

“Drawing contest? I’m not an artist,” he grinned and accepted a sheet of paper, “Actually I take it back, I can draw caricatures.”

“Caricatures? Fine, I challenge you to a caricature contest,” I smiled and pressed my pen to the paper, “I never would've expected David Aames could draw caricatures. There's still so much I don't know about you.”

His lips pressed together as he concentrated on drawing, “Ask me anything.”

I began to sketch out David’s comically large head, adding huge teeth just for fun, “Does it ever get difficult? Controlling all those people’s lives and being the boss?”

He looked up and I continued, “Everyone at that party was connected to you for survival in some way it seems.”

His gaze lowered back to his pen, “It can be overwhelming at times but...but it's what I’ve been raised to do. I always knew I was going to be in this position, and I’ve worked hard for it, despite what you may think.”

I startled and David smiled, “I know you think I’m a nobody who inherited his father’s company and in some ways you're right. But I’ve worked hard every day for years to prove myself worthy of my position,” he swallowed, “I mean I used to be one of those guys just snowboarding through life with no focus whatsoever. But not anymore.”

I watched his expression lighten, “When did you change?”

“About five minutes ago.”

I recited in my wisest voice, “Every passing minute is another chance to turn it all around.”

He grinned, “And where did you hear that?”

“My mom,” I looked down, “She was full of wise advice. There was one specific piece of advice she gave me which I’ve never forgotten.”

He looked up in anticipation and I continued, “She told me not to get serious with anybody until I turned 23 years old.”

A crease grew between his brow, “Why 23?”

“She thought it was the age of maturity,” I shrugged and nodded towards my picture, “Ive never drawn such a true likeness before.”

We spent the next few minutes perfecting our drawings and talking about everything - work, our families, our exes, our hopes, our dreams - all our conversations seemed to impact me in a way I couldn’t explain. I’d never laughed harder, and I never thought two adults could have so much fun sitting on the floor drawing each other as cartoons. I was learning so much about him and yet so desperate to still know everything.

David placed his picture face down on the floor between us, “Finished.”

“Already?” I finished the last few details and handed it to him with a proud smile, “Done.”

A low chuckle escaped his lips, “Thats how you see me.”

“Maybe I didn't add enough money.”

“It’s wonderful,” he cut in with a big smile, “Sign it.”

I looked down at his drawing still face down between us and he rubbed his brow awkwardly, “Let's see yours.”

“No,” he snatched it back and huffed a quiet laugh.

“Give me that-” I reached forward.

“Its-”

I grabbed the piece of paper and couldn't help but gasp at the portrait. How he managed to capture such a perfect drawing was beyond me and I couldn't help but stare at it in surprise. Every detail of my face; every strand of hair, every freckle, it was all there.

“I feel bad,” I sighed and looked up, “You said to draw a caricature.”

“I know, but I couldn't,” he gestured to the drawing, “I saw you like that.”

I shifted a few inches closer, “It's very good.”

“Oh yeah?” His head cocked to the side, “I’ll sell it to you.”

“You monster,” my eyes narrowed with a smile, “How much for?”

He paused for dramatic effect, “One secret.”

I grinned and turned away, my heart hammering once more at the effect of his words. I couldn't have such strong feelings when I was leaving in a few hours, but I couldn't help it.

“That smile is going to be the death of me,” he commented, watching me watch him.

For the first time since we got back, a feeling of dread nagged at me, “What happens when I get off the plane tomorrow? And I won't be able to see you, and I’ll have a new boss and a new job?”

He sighed and I continued, “And my promise to my mother? I know it's stupid David, but I’m not getting serious until I’m 23-”

“It's not stupid I get it,” he ran a hand through his hair, “It's just so frustrating. We could also try the long-distance thing?”

“That’ll never work,” I shook my head, “What about us visiting each other every other weekend?”

His smile this time was much sadder, “I know I’m the head of the company but even I couldn't afford that.”

I slumped down on the floor, and he lay down next to me, both our minds whirring as we tried to come up with a solution. I really did want to see him again, but it wasn't going to w-

“What if we meet up once a year?” He sat up in excitement.

“Once a year?”

“Like an anniversary,” his grin widened, “Every March 5th, you can come here, or I can fly over there. We’ll meet up once a year, every year for five years.”

“Until I’m 23,” I mumbled more to myself than him, “We can meet up at the same restaurant at the same time each year, so it doesn't get confusing.”

“No awkward long distant relationship,” he added.

“No expensive flights,” my smile faded as he lay back down next to me, “It’ll work.”

“It fits both of us, it just doesn't solve one issue.”

I turned to face him, “What's that?”

A glint of light shone in his eye though I might've imagined it, “I’m going to miss you.”

Without a second thought, or rather a first, I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face into his shoulder. His arms came up to hold me instinctively and I sagged with relief against him. It sounded crazy I know – I'd spent so long hating him when now I realised he was the perfect one for me. He understood what I felt, what I thought without me having to say a word. He wanted the same things as me, and I was happy when I was with him and now...now I was leaving.

But the idea of meeting up every March 5th sounded perfect. It fit both our needs and though I knew nothing would ever be the same, I was ready to welcome this next step. I wrapped my arms tighter around him and inhaled the scent of his sweet smelling cologne, trying to commit it to memory. I wasn't sure how long we stayed like that – it could've been minutes, maybe even hours, but all I knew is that I’d never felt such a comfort like this before.

I sat up suddenly with a feeling of dread gnawing at my insides. David was asleep at my side, and we were both on the floor in the early hours of the morning. I frantically looked at the clock and realised I was running late for my flight. Shit shit shit this could not be happening. Not when I’d planned out every single detail for weeks! Well, I guess I’d never planned for David Aames to be spending the night with me but I couldn't worry about that now. I had to get to the airport.

David shifted tiredly and I touched his shoulder in a rush, “David? David wake up, we have to get to the airport.”

He yawned and rubbed a hand down his brow and if I wasn't in such a panic, I would've thought it was one of the cutest things I’d ever seen a man do. But I didn't have the time to think about things like that, I was going to be late! How could we have fallen asleep, one minute we were talking, the next we were holding each other and then...we must've just been tired after the party.

“I’m up!” He staggered to his feet then looked down at his watch, “Oh shit we are late.”

“Yeah!” I rushed into the bedroom and grabbed my bags, “Is your car alright to drive to the airport?”

“Oh yeah don't worry about things like that,” he grabbed some of my heaviest suitcases without even a hint of struggle, “Let's just go.”

We packed all my bags into the boot of his car and hurried towards the airport. We made polite conversation on the journey there, but we were both too worried I was going to be late for my flight. My palms were sweaty and my chest was heaving and David didnt fail to notice. He reached over and held my hand tightly, assuring me we were going to make it.

“Thanks David,” that tense feeling in my chest began to lighten as he squeezed my hand, “And not just for this for everything. I’m so sorry I’ve been a complete jerk to you these past two years.”

“Dont worry that,” he shook his head, “A wise person once told me every passing minute is another chance to turn it all around.”

“They sound like a weirdo.”

He laughed, and I felt sad that I might have to wait a whole year to hear it again, “Yeah they are pretty strange. I kind of like them though.”

He parked the car and we hurriedly clambered out of our seats and grabbed my things. Carrying so many bags and running through the airport was a lot harder than they made it look in movies, but we managed to make it as far as possible before one of the workers stopped us. It was time for me to get on the plane, I’d just about made it on time.

“You did it!” His hand came up to hi five mine.

“We did it,” I corrected and interlaced our fingers together. The worker stood there with his arms folded, annoyed that I was already late and taking my time but he was the least of my worries. I had so much to say to David and so little time. I didnt want to say goodbye, not yet.

“Youre going to do great in Chicago, I just know it,” he clasped my face in his hands and looked down at me as though I were the only thing that mattered, “You’ve got something special.”

“Autism?”

“Determination,” he chuckled and pressed his lips against my forehead, “Dont ever lose that.”

I exhaled slowly and tried to commit his moment to memory, knowing I was going to wnat to replay it the whole flight, “This sounds insane but I genuinely feel connected to you after spending one night together. Theres something about us that just works, you know what I mean?”

“I know exactly what you mean. I’ve never gotten so comfortable with anybody so fast,” his thumb stroked my cheek, “And I’m never going to miss anybody as much as I miss you.”

I felt my eyes burn with the threat of tears and hastily tried to change the tone of the conversation, “We’ll be okay. A year will go by so fast, I’m sure of it.”

“Oh 100%,” he agreed, though he didnt sound as convinced, “But what if we break our promise of meeting once a year? What if we get desperate and try to contact one another?”

I bit my lip in thought, “We’ll block each other on social media and delete each other’s phone numbers. I think thats whats best.”

He nodded solemnly, “Yeah, thats whats best.”

I tried to control my shaky breathing and hammering heart but nothing was going to save me now. I was covered in sweat from running through the airport, tired from the night before with probably dark shadows under my eyes and tangled hair, but David didnt care about things like that. He liked me just the way I was.

He pressed his forehead against mine and I savoured in the way his skin felt and the connection between us that only grew. In that moment, it felt as though we breathed as one, we moved and communicated as one.

But now it was time to go.

“Miss, you really need to get on the plane if you dont want your seat taken,” the guy with his arms folded warned and I forced myself to smile. My eyes were burning and my heart had never felt this much pressure, but i managed to remain composed. I gave David my brightest smile and he returned it with a grin, though it wavered slightly as though he was just doing it for me.

Before too much damange was done, I walked out onto the platform and refused to look back. Each step mirrored each drag of my heart but I kept walking. I was going to have to survive a year without this man, and I’d already survived two. I could do five minutes before take off.

As I climbed up the steps onto the plane, I heard a yell echo from behind me. One foot hovering on the plane and the other on the last step, I turned to see David running towards me – except he wasnt just running.

He was running in slo-motion.

Mouth agape and calling my name dramatically, he slowly ran forward and I couldnt help but laugh at the sight. The people on the plane looked out the windows and I felt myself blushing with embrassment. David didnt seem to care about what other people thought though, running like an idiot with a joking, emotional expression.

He slowly made his way up the steps, the whole time yelling “Dont go! I came baacckk” making the flight attendents and everyone watching chuckle quietly. He never once broke eyecontact as he finally made his way to me at the top of the stairs. Without wasting another breath, he stepped forward and pressed his lips against mine, catching me so off guard I mightve moaned against his lips. He pressed himself deep against me, his fingers frantically rushing through my hair as he drove his lips even closer to mine.

The people on the plane cheered and I felt so stupid and yet so happy I couldnt find it in myself to pull away. David’s pupils dialted though the lighting had not changed and my heart hammered in its cage like a humming bird set free. I’d kissed before but never like this – like I was starving, like I could stay in the moment forever.

He pulled back and I panted for breath, unable to wipe the stupid grin off my face. David didnt seem to ntoice the audience watching our every move, as his lips trailed across my jaw and his hands roamed over my back.

“Was that the epic slo-motion airport kiss you were hoping for?” He murmured against my skin, sending vibrations through my entire being.

“Everything and more,” I smiled against his lips, a feeling of relief settling within me.

David looked over my shoulder at the awaiting plane and then back at me, “You really need to get on that plane, and I need to run before security come find me.”

My jaw went slack, “You ran past security?”

“People do crazy things when love,” he winked as he stepped back, “I’ll see you next year, March 5th.”

“You promise?” I didnt like seeing him walk back but I knew in my heart it was the right thing to do. My body was still pulsing with adrenaline but I no longer cared about all the eyes on us.

“I promise,” he dipped his head with a grin.

For a short moment, I watched him walk away before finally climbing onto the plane. Trying not to let the tears – of sadness, joy, i wasn't sure – fall, I took my seat and stared out of the window. Was I really leaving the one and only person who’d made me feel so impossibly happy? And two, did David imply that he loved me?

I was going to have to wait 364 days until I got my answers.

#fanfic #tom cruise #vanilla sky #david aames #romance #march 5

[t0mcruize123]

Tom cruise shower smut 18+💋🎀

Yeah this is some of my lighter stuff but still kind of 18+ so proceed at ur own risk😮‍💨

I was standing outside my apartment, the cold air caressing my skin as I breathed in slowly. Me and Tom had been to dinner and had a wonderful night, and now he was standing behind me with an unreadable expression. He’d walked me to my door and I didn’t know if I should invite him in or not. The idea of being with Tom all night was enough to make me press my thighs together with need, but I didn’t want to rush anything.

“I had a great time,” Tom smiled and I felt instantly relaxed, “we should do this again sometime.”

I looked down at the door and then back up at his face. He was staring at me expectantly with a small glint in his eye and a smile. I suddenly felt the strong urge to kiss him.

“I’d love that,” I looked up at him and as our eyes met, I guess he felt the same urge as me. He gently placed his hand on my cheek and leant closer towards me, his hot breath fanning over my lips. My eyelids fluttered as I felt his lips press against mine with a gentle control. As his tongue slipped past my lips I think I might’ve moaned. He placed his other hand on my cheek and drove himself even closer towards me, his hard length pressing against my stomach. My knees buckled at the feel of his size and I fisted his shirt. Without breaking the kiss, I reached back and pushed open the front door. We frantically stumbled into the hallway and Tom kicked the door shut behind him.

Tom finally broke away and stared at me with darkened eyes filled with lust. The corner of my lip lifted in a smirk as I frantically took off his shirt and crashed my lips with his. We made our way to the bedroom whilst throwing off our clothes with an urgency that almost resembled desperation. My back slammed against the bedroom wall as Tom caged me in and devoured me with his mouth.

His kisses trailed down my neck and I whimpered as he licked and teased the sensitive area below my neck. He inhaled my scent and I reached out to grab the waist of his pants. I slid my hand inside and gripped his throbbing member with a small smile. As I moved my hand up and down he cursed under his breath and I moaned at the idea that I could turn him on. I quickly pulled down his pants and looked down at his cock twitching in anticipation. I instinctively bit my lip as I felt myself growing embarrassing wet. I didn’t know if I’d be able to fit him all but I wanted to try. I began to crouch to my knees but Tom wrapped his hand around the back of my hair to stop me.

“Not yet,” he whispered as I slowly stood up and looked at him. His grip on my hair sent shivers down my spine.

“I want you first,” he pulled my head back and slowly licked up my revealed neck. I clenched my jaw as his fingers slowly trained down my breast to my stomach. They stopped just above my jeans and I almost begged him to continue.

His fingers slipped inside and as he graded my panties he smirked.

“Good girl,” he seemed pleased with how wet I was. Tom trailed his fingers to the waist of my panties and slowly slid them inside. He reached my clit and began running circles around it with a pointed finger. I inhaled sharply and squeezed my eyes shut as he kissed my neck and rubbed me harder. My thighs trembled at his touch and I let out a small groan as another finger slipped inside of me.

My head fell back against the wall as he snakes his hand up to my mouth.

“Suck it,” I looked up at him and wrapoed my lips around his finger. He pumped his other finger in and out of my pussy as I bobbed my head up and down on the one in my mouth. He groaned and suddenly pulled both out of me.

“Christ,” he stared at me with a smirk, “if I let you continue to do that I would’ve finished right there and then. What are you doing to me?”

In one swift motion, he pulled my panties down so that I was bare for him. He admired me body for a moment and I blushed under the intensity of his gaze. Stepping forward, he grabbed my ass and picked me up as though I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around him and felt his dick throbbing near my thigh. I nearly begged to feel him inside me but he seemed to take his time as he laid me down on the bed.

Kissing me with teasing slowness, he rubbed my clit and I moaned into his mouth. He moved his knee in between my thighs and quickly nudged my legs open. Gently parting my lips with his fingers, he bent low and slowly flicked his tongue against my clit. I closed my eyes and gripped the sheets as I felt his warm tongue lick up and down. As he tasted me he stuck two fingers inside of me and my back arched in surprise. I groaned as he began moving them in and out of me and licking me with his warm wet tongue. I reached down to his hair and gripped it as I moaned loudly. I was breathing heavily as he crawled back up to my body and pressed his wet lips against mine, making me taste myself. He placed the tip of his cock against my opening and my thighs trembled.

“Tell me to fuck you,” Tom stared down at me.

I bit my lip and looked up at him, “fuck me Tom.”

He slammed into me and I moaned loudly with my eyes closed, “oh my god.”

I gasped as he thrusted in and out of me with a speed I could barely handle. I dug my nails into his back and lifted my hips to her a better angle. He wrapped his hand around the underside of my thigh and thrusted into me deeper than before. I dug my nails even deeper into his back as he hit my g spot repeatedly. My back arched and I yelled his name as my stomach began to stir.

“I-I’m gonna cum,” I moaned and he thrusted into me even deeper and faster. I stifled a scream as I felt myself cum all over him and whimpered as he released into me. His head tipped back and his eyes fluttered with pleasure. Covered in sweat that gleaned in the light, he collapsed onto me and panted heavily.

He intertwined our fingers together, “that was amazing.”

I sighed heavily and ran my hands through his dark hair, “I’ve never felt pleasure like that.”

After a while of catching our breath and gentle kisses, I slowly shifted and pulled Tom off me. Before I could leave the bed however he grabbed my hand with a confused expression.

“Where are you going?”

“I need to shower after that,” I paused and smiled down at him, “would u like to join me?”

His lips stretched into a grin as he moved to my side, “I was wondering when you’d ask.”

I chuckled as his lips trailed across my neck leaving small kisses. Squeezing his hand, we walked into the bathroom and I turned on the shower. His hands touched the small of my back and I shivered as he guided me into the shower. Despite it being my home, Tom was in complete control and I’d never been more turned on.

“You’re driving me insane,” his eyes roamed over my bare body as the water cascaded down my curves. His hair stuck to his forehead in the water and I ran my hands through it gently. He was so beautiful, standing still with the water slowly rolling down the hard planes and musckes of his body.

I dropped down to my knees and ran my hands up and down his inner thigh. He gazed down at me and swallowed hard.

“What are you doing-“ he managed to grunt as my lips brushed over his tip. He twitched in anticipation and leaned his head back against the shower wall.

“Finishing something I started,” I smirked as my hand rubbed over his length. His hips thrusted forward with the need to feel my lips wrapped around him, but I wasn’t going to give in yet. I tormented him by slowly stroking him and licking the tip before retracting my mouth. He moaned out in desperation and fisted my hair in his hands.

“Fuck,” I tried to fit all of him in my hand but was having trouble.

“Am I too much for you darling?” The corner of his lip lifted as he looked down at me.

I quickly took Tom in my mouth, allowing the tip to reach the back of my throat whilst his hands shot through my hair.

“Fucking hell,” he moaned as my tongue swirled around him, “just like that fuck-“

He was huge and I gagged as I tried to fit him all. My hands stroked up and down and I looked up at him with such innocence it made him even harder than I thought possible.

“Please oh-“ he jerked his hips up as my tongue latched onto the head of his dick. The water dripped down my face and steam began to fog up the shower glass door.

“Look who’s good at begging now,” I grinned and quickly took him all the way. My head bobbed up and down and Tom let out a low moan with half shut eyes. The sight of him wet and throbbing made me moan which sent vibrations straight to his sensitive tip.

I licked up him eagerly whilst keeping direct eye contact. His hips involuntarily bucked forward causing me to gag again. I think he liked seeing me choke on his size as he stroked my cheek affectionately.

“Fuck u feel too good,” he praised and I wrapped my hand around the parts that couldn’t fit.

Tom released a shaky breath and I knew he was getting closer. My head bobbed faster as his eyes fluttered.

“I’m gonna cum,” his lips formed an o shape as he released inside of my mouth. I swallowed hard as he trembled at my touch and panted for breath. I swallowed it all and slowly moved my head away from his dick and licked the tip once more. He whimpered at the sensation and pulled me up closer to him. I smiled as he kissed me softly, srill panting from the pleasure and glistening with sweat and shower water. He wrapped his arms around me and looked down at me with a dark gaze,

“I love you,” he breathed, his adams apple bobbing as I pushed the wet hair out of his eyes.

I grinned, “prove it.”

Without a moment of hesitation, he dropped down to his knees with the water raining down on him. Looking up at me with reverence, his tongue slipped out and I closed my eyes. Best shower sex ever.

We laid in silence on the bed, exhausted after a few more rounds of sex that left us both begging, pleading and fulfilled. My lips formed a giant smile as I continued to run my hands through his dark, overgrown hair. His skin was still hot and my thighs were still trembling from another orgasm, I’d definitely be unable to walk tomorow. My lips pressed against Tom’s head just as I heard him softly snoring. I’d had the best night ever with the perfect man who was asleep in my bed, I couldn’t have asked for anything better. I closer my eyes, and wrapped in his arms, I drifted off into sleep.

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Lil Tom cruise birthday smut to keep me going🫶

18+ smut but it ain’t too bad so yeah, enjoy at ur own risk🧍

It was toms birthday and I wanted to surprise him this year because he’d been a little stressed out lately with work and I wanted to ease the pressure. He was lying in our bed srill half dressed in the suit he’d worn to an event, and I was in the bathroom wearing a new set of lingerie. Black laces and straps crossed at my back and exposed my skin just for Tom to see, but now I was kind of regretting buying such a bold present. I’d never really worn anything so elaborate before but I wanted to make him feel a little better.

My hand clamped down onto the handle and I walked out of the bathroom into the bedroom. Tom was sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands, fatigue and exhaustion oozing from him. His dark blazer had been cast to the floor and now he only wore a black buttoned shirt and trousers. When I entered the room his head lifted slowly, and I watched as his gaze darkened with lust. His eyes roamed over my figure, taking in the small black fabric that did nothing to hide my curves and goosebumped skin. I took a step forward and he swallowed hard, looking up at me with a sort of reverence that made me shiver.

His lips parted in slight shock and I felt my lips lift in excitement. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I lowered myself onto his lap and looked into his glazed eyes. His hands instantly came up to my lower back and his thumbs swept back and forth over my bare skin.

I leaned close towards his ear and whispered, “happy birthday Tom.”

His eyes locked onto mine, “you,” we were so close I could feel our breath mingling together, “you are so fucking beautiful.”

Before I could respond his lips pressed against mine with a force that made me moan. He pressed himself even harder against me as his tongue slipped past mine, fighting for dominance. His fingers knotted and tugged at my dark hair with need, and my hands frantically undone his buttons. I pulled at the hem of his shirt revealing the muscles underneath that made me burn with need. I could feel him growing hard beneath me and I rocked my hips forward, earning a hiss of pleasure from him.

He kissed me fiercely, not tasting me but devouring me as though I was the only thing that mattered. His fingers frantically ran over my heated skin, clutching and claiming at me whilst my thighs pressed together.

I whimpered.

He groaned.

He twisted me around in one swift motion so that I was lying down on the bed. Never once breaking the kiss, he quickly pulled off his shirt and I tugged at his trousers. His kisses traveled lower to the sensitive area at my neck and I moaned as he left a trail of burning hickeys. As his tongue roamed over my neck, his finger slipped down to the edge of my lingerie, testing to see whether or not I was wet. My breath hitched at his touch and he grinned at my response.

He positioned himself in front of me and grabbed my hip with one hand. With his thumb skimming over my skin and making me hot with anticipation, his other hand came up to clasp mine above my head. Interweaving our fingers together, he slowly pushed into me, never once breaking eye contact. I moaned at the sensation of him filling me completely and he gave me time to adjust to his size.

“Fuck,” he murmured into the crook of my neck as my nails dug into his back. He thrust forward again and I pressed my lips together to hide my moan. I was worried the neighbours would hear but I could barely contain myself, I’d never been filled so deeply. He jerked his hips forward and my eyes fluttered with intense pleasure. My nails dug into his back and he squeezed my hand tightly.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he grunted as he quickened his pace, “you’re so tight.”

He started to pound into me and the bed frame hit the wall. The neighbours definitely could hear us now but we both decided to let go, moaning loudly and pushing each others limits. His fingers rubbed at my clit as he hit my gspot and the sensation sent me reeling with pleasure.

“You’re doing so good baby,” he panted as he thrust in and out of me, “cum for me.”

A feeling of pleasure rushed through me as my back arched with a whimper. He pounded into me more and my thighs began to tremble with a small gasp. As he released inside of me, he tipped his head back and groaned deeply, his eyes closing slightly.

He collapsed onto me and we lay still for a moment, catching our breath and still reeling from the experience. I ran my hand through his dark hair and he sighed against my skin.

"I want to try something different" he muttered in my ear and looked up at me. The corner of my lip tugged up and I nodded in agreement.

He smiled and flipped us so that I was on top and he was lying down. I’d never been on top before and stared down at him in nervous excitement. I wanted it to be the best for his birthday.

"I don't know how to do this" I muttered as my cheeks flushed again

"It's okay, just follow my hands" he placed his hands on my waist and slowly guided me onto his divk.

"Now start moving up and down" his voice was soft and I eargerly did as he said. I started to bounce up and down and I watched his eyes roll with pleasure.

As I moved my hips down he thrusted upward and I knew he was close to finishing.

He started thrusting up as I came down. I think he was close to finishing. I watched his mouth open as he released a moan, and as I continued to bounce his whole body stiffened with pleasure. A pool of warmth spilled out beneath me and I whimpered as I kept grinding on him. His eyes stayed shut as he tilted his head up with his hands.

“Fuck me,” he clasped my face in his hands and released a shaky breath, “you were fucking incredible.”

Safe to say, I think Tom was very pleased with his birthday gift this year.

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[t0mcruize123]

I GOT TOM CRUISE PREGNANT🫶🫶

LAST PART (PART SEVEN)💋

Tom Cruise visited your grave everyday, which was only seven times because you died last week. Though it had fallen apart in the end, there was still a place for Dixie Normous in his heart and he sighed at her gravestone. He’d lost Crom, his other love, and now Dixie, his soulmate. A tear fell down his face and he quickly rubbed it away.

“I’m sorry Dixie,” he mumbled, raindrops slowly falling onto his head as he stared at the ground.

A groaning sound erupted from the earth and Tom jerked back. More sounds came from the grave and his eyes widened,

“W-What’s going on?” He frantically looked around just as a hand grabbed his ankle. Dixie’s hand.

He screamed as Dixie came crawling out of the grave, streaked with dirt but still as beautiful as he remembered.

“DIXIE UR ALIVE!” he screamed in excitement and hugged her close. They embraced and kissed each other passionately, promising to never again let go, “I’m so sorry.”

“Tom it’s okay,” Dixie smiled and kissed him, “I love you.”

Then they did something unholy, got remarried and had 6900000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 babies and had an open relationship, though you worked best together. You were soulmates!

THE END :)

HOPE U ALL ENJOYED IT GUYS AND ARENT TOO TRAUMATISED <3

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