"In my defense, I really wanted to."
Rating: G
Word Count: 1.4k
Summary: Dan already knows that Phil is having another dizzy spell not merely because he is laid flat on the couch with nothing turned onâ no TV and no music, nothing at all but the sounds of the city coming through the open windowsâ but also because he is that particular shade of green he used to only get after an ill-advised virtual reality session.
A fic about heads and horizontal.
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just crazy love | joel miller
pairing/AU: 70s!pornstar!joel miller x inexperienced!female reader
summary: joel had hurt you badly, but can you forgive him?
warnings: this is an 18+ fic so mdni! reader is 23, joel is in his early 30s, accuracies and inaccuracies about the 70s and the porn industry, smoking of cigarettes (it's the 70s alright), mentions and drinking of alcohol, misogyny (bc of the timesâą), readers uncle is a character in this but his name is not mentioned and there's no description of looks, angst, swearing, use of pet names, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, squirting, unprotected sex (don't do it!!), praise kink, some size kink (pornstar!joel has a big dick), soft!dom joel, no use of y/n
a/n: this is part three and the last part to my little 70s!pornstar!joel mini-series. i'm overwhelmed by the love i got on the previous part. i honestly thought everyone had forgotten about the orginal one shot as it had been so long đ i really appreciate all of you who's left a comment, reply or sent me an ask! makes my heart all mushy đ„ș thank you to @dustydaddyyy for all the help and for reading through it! <3
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On the way home from set, Joel started to think heâd fucked up.
You were so quiet, quieter than you usually were, and it made him worried. After wrapping his scene with Cheryl, heâd immediately looked for you, but your place in the corner where youâd stood watching was empty. Heâd noticed you slip out during his scene but thought nothing of it as he knew being on set wasnât your favorite, but then you came back, and Joel had found it hard to conceal his happiness behind his acting.
His head had been filled with memories and fantasies, memories and fantasies of you. The look youâd get in your eyes when he kissed you, blown out and wide. The feel of your soft hand wrapped around him this morning, the feel of your wet pussy tight around his cock. The sweet taste of you on his tongue. Shit. You were intoxicating. Joel couldnât get you out of his headâ and he didnât want to try either. One look at you and those pretty eyes, and he came harder during a scene than he can remember ever doing â no need to fake any groans or moans.
It had been a long time since Joel had felt something so strongly for another woman. It mustâve been his high school sweetheart, he thought, that first teenage love, that all-consuming love that made that one special girl feel like the most important person in the world. And sure, after he moved to LA heâd dated, had a couple of girlfriends, but it never went anywhere, and his job, his job always made it complicated. Joel didnât want complicatedâ so he stopped dating and got his fill of human touch through his work instead. It made his life easy, but then heâd seen you at the bar by yourself at Tommyâs club, and Joel didnât want easy anymore.
Joel was a charming man; those southern manners had gotten him far in life, and especially with the ladies â it was no secret. And maybe heâd turned it up a few notches that night, he could admit that â hoping it would hook you in. Heâd almost gone against his own rule. The rule heâd set for himself after one particularly nasty break-up a few years back: his rule of no sex outside work. Heâd told himself he was protecting himselfâ protecting himself from getting involved into something complicated again, from getting hurt, or hurting someone he cared for. But then heâd met you, danced with you, talked to you, and Joel didnât care about protecting himself anymore.
You werenât someone to take home at the end of the night for a quick fuck. You were so sweet, and shy, he couldnât help but want to get to know you better. Learn what made you smile, what books you liked, what music you listened to, but also what noises you made when you fell apart. In that dark dingy club, Joel had realized how special you were.
Maybe it was stupid what he did? He couldâve gotten your number a number of ways, but the alcohol was talking and suddenly he was offering you a job before really thinking it through â but at least he had a reason to see you again.
You were a good assistant, and he appreciated the work you did for him, his life had gotten much easier after hiring you. But you were so professional, and what Joel wanted to do to you was unprofessional. You kept on top of his schedule, took his phone calls, scheduled meetings, predicted what he needed before he even knew he wanted it. You were nothing short of a great assistant, but the more he worked with you it was clear that there were things about his job you werenât as comfortable with â and Joel couldnât blame you. From the outside his job was unusual, and fucking on camera wasnât for everybody, but Joel had come to know â it especially wasnât for you.
A couple of months in, Joel had started to think you were a virgin. At first, he thought it was just your steadfast professionalism, but your reactions to what he considered normal things in his line of work, made him wonder. Not that there was anything wrong with you being a virgin, he just couldnât understand how anyone could look at you and not want you to be theirs. And maybe it was wrong, but it turned him on a little too, something possessive deep inside loving the thought of you being his, and only his.
He wanted you, wanted you to be his, and the more he got to know you, the more he had to fight to hold back his growing feelings. Joel could hide behind his personality, hide behind the way he loved to flirt, loving the way you squirmed from his complimentsâ from his teasing. It was cute, it was so goddamn cute, but it didnât fix the ache he had inside only you could sooth.
After Pismo Beach, Joel knew he was fucked. In the car on the way back to LA heâd had trouble watching anything except your face; the beautiful glimmering sea you drove along might as well have been an oily puddle for all he cared. Nothing was sweeter than watching you hum along to the Joni Mitchell cassette you played on repeat. Joniâs mezzo-soprano clung in his ear like a warning. Yes, help me, he was falling in love too fast, but damn if it didnât feel good.
Now a different song filled the space of his car, as he drove you home. Crosby, Stills & Nashâs melodic guitar picking hummed a low tune, their three-part harmonies flowing from his car speakers.
âHeartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams, he worries.â
So yeah, Joel was worried. That rosy hue that had been tinting his world when he looked at you, had now faded to a drab dirty pink. You didnât even look at him, and hadnât muttered as much as a word to him since he found you in his trailer â where youâd been flicking through his papers from the meeting â after the scene ended.
ââs everythinâ alright?â Joel spoke across the silence that had grown between you.
You didnât move your head from where it rested against the window; your face bathed in red from the sea of brake lights on the freeway. You werenât moving much, so Joel allowed himself a good look at you. He watched the way your body curled in on itself in the seat, your fingers picking at your nailbeds â it made him pull his brows in a tight frown.
âDid he hear a goodbye, or even hello?â
With a brave hand he reached out to touch you, stroking the back of his hand against your cheek. âHey,â he said, âdid ya hear me, my sweet girl?â
âThey are one person. They are two alone. They are three together. They are for each other.â
You pulled away from his touch immediately, shifting in your seat, and Joel felt his heart sink in his chest. âIâm fine,â you muttered, an unfamiliar sting in your voice.
A loud honk behind him released Joel from the shock from your tone, and his hand that had been previously dancing along your delicate skin, fell to the gear stick. Releasing the clutch slowly, Joelâs car rolled forward, following the slug traffic. You clearly werenât fine.
âStand by the stairway, youâll see something certain to tell you, confusion has its cost.â
Joel let the music fill the space while you stayed quiet, a bubbling panic settling in his chest as the day played on repeat in his head. Everything had been so great earlier, until it wasnât. Heâd seen it in you after the meeting. Joel knew he shouldâve said something, and heâd simmered with it all throughout the meeting, but Joel also knew better than to speak against Ronald in a setting like that.
Ronald was the best thing that had happened to Joelâs career. He was a big name in the porn industry, only managing the very best in the game. Eight years had passed since Ronald had discovered Joel.
It had been the summer of â67, his first year in LA already in the rear view. Heâd come with a guitar case and a dream of making something of himself. Joel had chased that dream around in circles, and a year into it, heâd been free falling towards rock bottom. The gigs heâd dreamt would line up as soon as his feet touched the hot Californian sand, never came, and had it not been for Tommy, whoâd made the move with him, heâd be homeless.
The whole exchange had been bizarre. Tommy was working as a busboy at a club on The Strip at the time, and as an employee, Tommy got a discount at the bar. Joel knew how to take advantage of his little brotherâs benefits, and occupied a seat at the bar every weekend where he drank almost free booze, and flirted himself to a one night stand, or two, or three.
Heâd sat by the bar one Saturday like usual when a man sat down in the seat next to him. Joel paid him no mind at first, continuing to smoke his cigarette and enjoy his whiskey. Then the man had started talking to him, asking if he knew this girl heâd slept with last week. He was about to deny ever having talked to someone matching this girlâs description, concerned that this man was a husband or a crazy ex-boyfriend of some sort, when the man started telling him that she dabbled in porn. Nothing crazy, just some nude photoshoots here and there, but sheâd told him all about Joel and his impressive package.
Joel was about to tell the man to go fuck himself â the conversation twisting into something way too weird for Joel to navigate â when the man, Ronald, had offered to manage him.Â
Sure, Joel was gifted, blessed, some might even say, but it had sounded too good to be true: getting paid the big bucks for just having sex? At the time, it had sounded like every manâs pipe dream but now, Joel owed Ronald everything.
If the movie deal with VCA went through, Joelâd owe him even more. It was a miracle he was this sought after in the first place. The top consumers of porn, Joel knew, and he supposed the entire porn industry knew, were predominantly men looking for big boobs and a willing woman, neither of which he was. But the tide was turning with the rise of the womenâs movement, and Ronald had thrown his net into the pool of opportunity at the exact right moment.
The cynical part of Joel told him it paid his bills â heâd been so desperate in that club â but now, now he was living large as his popularity had continued to grow, and grow, and grow. Heâd paved his path towards success, towards the success heâd dreamed about those eighth years ago. And sure, it felt good to be sought after and desired by women everywhere, but if he was being honest, the only woman he wanted to be desired by in this moment, was you.
He loved your gentle nature, that shy, almost timid, way you looked at him. No one had looked at him like that before. It felt so much more real, but it was like something was always holding you back, like you could never allow yourself to just be, always waiting for the other shoe to drop. Joel recognized that feeling, he did. He was from the south after all, and as far as his family was concerned, Joel was a sinner. That guilt they instilled in himâ heâd sat with that a long time, years spent learning not to hate himself for the choices heâd made, unlearning years of shame. To not feel guilty about his desires, to embrace all that life had to offer with open arms, to dream, to eat until he was full and still have room for dessert.
âLove isnât lying, itâs loose in a lady who lingers.â
Clearing his throat, Joel spoke again, âSomethinâ âs clearly wrong, sweet girl.â
âPlease donât call me that,â you sighed, voice strained like you were close to crying. The broken sound of you shattered something inside him.
âSaying she is lost, and choking on hello.â
Finally, the traffic picked up its pace, and Joel changed gear, gaining speed for the first time since you got on the freeway. Â
âMy sweet girl?â he asked, âI thought you liked that?â
Crosby, Stills & Nash sang their last lines, before the song faded into some disco song Joel had never heard before. It was loud and obnoxious, and your answer drowned in the beat. Joelâs hand was on the volume button in less than a second, turning it down.
âI didnât,â you repeated in a whisper, âI donât.â
You shifted your body closer to the door, and Joel knew he had to do something to make you feel better.
âHow aboutâŠâ he started, his hand shifting from the gear stick to land on the thick of your thigh, âIâll drive us back to my place, and weâll pick up where we left of this morninâ, huh? Would that make ya feel better?â
You crossed your leg over the other, making his hand slip from your thigh. âIâm too tired, Joelâ itâs been a long day⊠and I didnât get enough sleep,â you sighed, eyes closed and defeated.
âYou sure? Sweââ Joel cut himself off before he could say it, the sweetness turning bitter on his tongue.
You didnât answer, didnât look at him, didnât let him touch you. Something tightened in his chest. You were slipping away like sand through his fingers.
Maybe this wasnât about the meeting after all?
ââs this about Cheryl?â he asked, trying to keep his voice steady and calm, to conceal the panic bubbling in his throat. ââs just for workâ was just actinâ.â
You took a deep breath, and held it before you spoke, like you were practicing what to say before you said it. âItâs fine, Joelâ Iâm not your girlfriend.â
Not his girlfriend. Not his. Never his.
This time he couldnât look at you, his hand gripping tightly around the steering wheel as he glimpsed your apartment complex down at the next turn.
âI thoughtââ Shit. A breathless chuckle devoid of any joy left him. He was speechless.Â
Pulling into the parking lot next to your car, Joel didnât know what to do. He watched you gather your things, while the heaviness in his chest grew.
Was it over before it had even begun?
âIâmâŠâ you drew a shaky breath, âIâll see you at work.â
And then you were gone, slipping out the door and leaving Joel alone in the swollen silence of your absence. His heart hammered in his chest, his breathing growing shallower as he watched you hurry across the parking lot in the rear-view mirror.
Move you fucking idiotâ run after her, his brain told him, but he couldnât move an inch. Shit. Shit. Shit. His chest tightened, and tightened, his fingers clawing at the rough fabric of his jeans as he started gasping for air. Heâd wanted you for so long, and now you were gone. What the fuck was he supposed to do now? With shaky hands he managed to roll down the window, the fresh evening air filled his lungs as he tried his best to calm down.
Joel had fucked up.
When Thursday rolled around, and Joel still hadnât heard from you, he started to wonder if it was excessive to file a missing persons report. Heâd tried to call you multiple times since Monday, but your phone was always off the hook. The hollow beeping of the busy signal doing nothing to calm the panic building in him since Monday.
Heâd been so stupid, and heâd cursed himself for not seeing it sooner. Embarrassment suffocating him at the fact that it hadnât settled in until Ronald had shown him the first rough cut of his chemistry test with Cheryl yesterday.
It had been Cherylâs idea, the whole innocence thing. Sheâd pitched it to him after the meeting ended, telling him how excited she was for this opportunity, and how much she was looking forward to finally filming later. Joel had played along; he was at work after all â it was his job. So, he turned on the charm, tested the chemistry waters, and agreed. She was new to the industry and young, it made sense.
What didnât make sense was what heâd called her. Sweet girl. Heâd called Cheryl that multiple times without even realizing it â too lost in his thoughts of you, and how he wished it was you with your lips wrapped around him.
Joel was fucking stupid.
Heâd convinced you to watch him get a blowjob from another woman right after youâd confessed to never having given head before. He knew you were inexperienced, but that had never mattered to him. Joel thought it was kinda nice to explore sex with you â to find out what you liked, and what you didnât. It made it exciting again â it wasnât just work. But hearing himself praise Cheryl for making him feel good was the last straw for him â he needed to apologize to you.
How he wished heâd been able to convince you to stay in bed that morningâ to forget about the stupid fucking meeting. Finally, heâd had you. Finally, he could kiss you, and hold you, and make you feel good. The sweetness of you, of having had you, now bitter as he realized heâd probably never get that back.
Wiping a sweaty palm on his jeans, he tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for someone to buzz him into your apartment complex. He knew he shouldnât be here, he could get you in trouble, but he needed to see you, to talk to you face to face.
âHello?â a static voice croaked through the busted speakers of the rusting door buzzer.
âPizza delivery,â Joel answered, and not a second later the door buzzed.
Trudging up the stairs the words heâd rehearsed played on a loop in his head: He know you probably donât want to see him ever again, but he needed to apologize for what happened on Monday. He never meant to hurt you the way he did. He understands he was never your boyfriend, but that was what he wanted to be, and heâs sorry for the way he acted.
Stopping outside your apartment door he drew in a deep breath before he knocked. It felt like he stood there for hours waiting while nothing happened. That worry heâd felt for days now tugging harder at his neck. Joel knocked again, a little harder with the shout of your name, and added âItâs Joelâ for good measure. Again, nothing. When he repeated the action a third time, the door to the neighboring apartment flew open.
âSheâs not home,â your neighbor told him, a hint of annoyance in her voice. She was dressed in a formless paisley patterned dress, hair thrown back in a low ponytail as she bounced a crying baby in her arms. When Joelâs eyes landed on the little girl in her arms, she told him, âYou woke her up with all that banging.â
âIâm sorry maâam,â he said earnestly, âI never meant toââ The baby screamed louder, face red from exertion.
âSure, you didnât,â she scoffed, with a roll of her eyes. She bounced her daughter, shifting her hold to hike her up over her shoulder, hand tap tapping at her back as she started to bounce her.
Sliding his hands into his jean pockets, Joel didnât know what to do. Awkwardly he cleared his throat, tilting his head towards your door. âDâyouââ Joel started, before your neighbor cut him off.
âNo, but I saw her getting picked up by an older man about an hour ago.â Something about the judgement in her tone didnât sit right with Joel.
He nodded at the information. Your uncle. Joel remembered now. Your uncle was coming to visit â taking you to dinner. What had you said on the phone again? An Italian place in Santa Monica?
Pulling his car keys from his pocket, he thanked your neighbor â making sure to apologize once again for the ruckus, before he hurried back down the stairs. He walked with long steps towards his car. The sun was setting on LA, turning the clouds and the city pink, but he paid the beautiful sight no mind, his eyes set on the Italian restaurant in Santa Monica where he knew Deborah worked.
âWell would you look at what the cat dragged in.â
Joel turned his head towards the source of the familiar voice, only to find himself eye to eye with Deborah, and her raised eyebrow.
The air smelled like garlic and basil, and the restaurant hummed with conversation over the sound of Dean Martin. She was adorning the restaurantâs waiter uniform, a short red dress over a white collared shirt, while balancing a tower of dirty plates in her hands. He almost didnât recognize her, she looked so different from how he was used to seeing her â all dolled up at Tommyâs club.
âDeborah,â he acknowledged with a nod, plastering a polite smile on his face.
âDonât you âDeborahâ me, Miller,â she told him with a scoff, placing the tower of dishes down on an empty table before crossing her arms over her chest and narrowing her eyes at him, âWhat are you doing here?â
âIâm lookinâ forââ
âI bet you are,â Deborah replied, raising an unimpressed brow, âShe ainât here.â
Joel sighed, his face pulling into a defeated smile. âI know sheâs with her uncle, Deborah. She told me she was takinâ him to an Italian restaurant in Santa Monicaâ As far as Iâm concerned, thatâs this place.â
Deborah shrugged nonchalantly, and Joel felt himself start to get annoyed. âSorry, havenât seen her in months.â
âDeb,â Joel let out through an exasperated sigh, a hand coming up to rub his eye, âListen, Iâ... I just came to apologize, okay? I did somethinâ stupid that I shouldnât have, and I need to apologize to her fâit.â
Deborah scoffed at Joelâs words, shaking her head with a bitter smile. âI bet you did something stupid... always the same thing with you Millers, hm? You always do first and think later.â
Confused, Deborahâs tone made Joel raise a single eyebrow, âSure we still talkinâ about me?â
He hadnât heard much from Tommy about what had gone on between him and Deborah, but he knew it hadnât been very pretty. Tommy had just broken up Maria for the umpteenth time when theyâd started going around. It was never going to last, Joel knew it the second heâd met Deb. Tommy always came back to Maria somehow, it didnât matter how badly it had ended â like an endless figure eight theyâd always meet again in the middle.
âPotato, potahto,â she said with a falsely sweet smile.
âLook, I ainât my brother, okay? Never have been, never will be. Now I ainât got a clue what went down between the two of you, and Iâm damn near sure he deserves all the rage youâve got to throw at âhim, but it ainât my business to sort out, so donât go makinâ it my business...â
Deb tightened her arms over her chest, green eyes glaring at him, still, Joel could see a twinkle of curiosity in her eyes, too. âApologize for what? You dock her pay or something?â
âNo,â Joel let out with an annoyed breath.
âSo what, you fired her?â
âNo, Deb,â Joel said again, his voice heavy with exasperation.
Deborah quieted down for a second as she scrutinized him, her eyes boring into him. Then, her eyes cleared, and she shook her head.
âYou got handsy, didnât you?â she asked eventually, raising a questioning eyebrow. Joel couldnât hide the guilt on his face, it told her all she needed to know. Her hands fell to her sides, âJesus Christ, Miller... donât you get laid enough at work?â
âLook, it ainât like that,â he said, shaking his head as he felt his cheeks heat up, which only embarrassed him more.
Joel Miller doesnât blush.
When Deb crossed her arms again, expression expectant as she looked silently at him, Joel sighed. âDeb⊠I really like herâ and I know yaâll are friends, and you want to protect her, but you gotta give me a fair shot, too... I never meant to hurt her, but I did, and if I have to spend the rest of my life apologizinâ to her every single day then thatâs what Iâmma do, but I promise you, youâre going to get sick of me real quick.â
There was a moment of silence in which the two of them looked at each other, before Deb raised a finger to point at Joel, taking a step forward.
âYou listen here, Miller,â she said, wagging it under his nose, âJust this once, Iâm going to be nice to you, for old timesâ sake... but if I so much as hear a squeak from her youâre acting like a bastard, then you bet your ass Iâm coming the hell after you.â
Joel nodded slowly, pulling in a deep breath through his nose as he pursed his lips.
âAnythinâ else?â he asked, raising a semi-impressed eyebrow, but Deborah only scoffed at his tone, poking him in the chest a final time.
âYeah, tell your brother to stop calling,â she said, looking up at him, before nodding towards the back of the restaurant, âUnlike her, I donât give second chances.â
âIâll pass it on,â Joel said with a nod, but his voice was already absent as he finally spotted your familiar shape sitting in a booth at the very back of the restaurant.
Twirling your fork absentmindedly through your spaghetti, you listened to your uncle yap on and on about the boys at the garage, and the car heâd just driven down here.
âItâs a beaut,â your uncle said through a mouthful of his own pasta, â1971 C3 model, nice dark green color Ralphie repainted. You know Iâm not a convertible guy myself, canât give up my truck, but I could see myself in one of them cars out hereâ apparently, itâs being sold to some high-profile actor or something.â
âReally?â you asked, trying to steer this never-ending one-sided conversation towards something somewhat interesting.
âYeah, you know I donât keep up with them celebrities, but Iâm pretty sure I was talking to the clientâs manager on the phone.â
You nodded, letting your fork fall to take a sip of your water. Your uncle hadnât let you order yourself a glass of wine, the impression that you were still that innocent little girl you were back when you worked in his garage shop hard to shake. Your uncle, on the other hand, nursed his beer.
âThatâs exciting,â you said with a small smile.
âOh yeah, weâve got this bet going at the shop about who it isââ Your uncle cut himself off as a broad figure approached your table. Looking up from your plate your breath hitched when you saw the man before you.
âJoel?â His name fell from your lips before you had time to think, your brows pulling together in confusion, before something tugged at the hurt in your heart. What was he doing here?
âHi, sweetheart.â His face wore a quiet smile, eyes scanning over your form.
âW-what are you doing here?â you stuttered out, a panic racing in your chest while a lump formed in your throat. You couldnât do this here, especially not in front of your uncle.
âI was in the neighborhoodâ saw yâall through the window and wanted toâŠâ he trailed off, finally noticing your uncle. âSorry, sir,â he reached out his hand to your uncle in a greeting, âJoel Miller, Iâmââ
âJoelâs an actor,â you cut him off, âhe starred in one of Mr. Cooperâs commercials a few months ago,â you lied.
You could see the kink in Joel brow at your lie, that quiet surprise he then played off with a charming smile. âYeah, thatâs rightâ a beer commercial, wasnât it?â He looked at you with one eyebrow raised. Biting down on your lip you confirmed the lie with a nod.
âYou do look a little familiar,â you uncle said, dragging the words out like heâs pulling them from his memory, âthey show your commercial on the TV?â
âOh, I havenât been payinâ attention, but somethinâ like that,â Joel shrugged, shoving his hands in the front pockets of his tight Levis, his signature western belt buckle glinting in the low light. âYâall mind if I join yâall for a drink?â
âNot at all,â your uncle smiled before you could say anything. Joel lifted his hand to get Deborahâs attention to order himself a beer, before he squeezed himself into the booth next to you, his knee bumping into yours as he got comfortable.
Having lost your appetite, you shifted your plate to the side to make room for Joel. It was a tight squeeze in the booth, the warmth of his body flooding your senses, the familiar scent of cigarettes and of his cologne making your heart ache.
How could you miss him, and hate him all at the same time?
Deborah served Joel his drink quickly, checking in at your table at the same time. Her eyes were focused on you as she cleared the table, asking you a silent âYou okay?â which you quickly nodded at. You knew sheâd make up some crazy excuse to get you out of any situation, but you didnât know if you could handle it if she did. It was easier to just suffer through. Youâd suffered enough this past week; you could handle another hour.
The days since youâd seen Joel last had been spent between your bed and your couch. Unfocused eyes rolling over reruns as you let a blanket of numbness fall over you as the hours passed you by. You felt so tired, that kind of tired that sits in your stomach, heavy and pulling you down, every step a drag and every breath a strain. Youâd isolated yourself for days, hadnât showered for days, you were too tired to do it, and what did it matter anyway?
Youâd tried to cry, but you couldnât make the tears fall. You wanted the release, and to feel sorry for yourself, but nothing came. And what good would it do? Nothing. You were nothing. Nothing to yourself, nothing to Joel, and nothing to this lonely city. Just some small-town girl who thought she could change who she was, who she was always destined to be.
After two whole days on your couch, you had to get up, you had no choice. You wanted to cancel, to tell your uncle that youâd come down with the flu, but you knew he was driving all day, and you wouldnât have a clue where to call to reach him. So, youâd sat up, ate a piece of bread, and had a shower. Every minute you tried to not think of Joel, tried to not think about the way heâd kissed you hello in your hallway, the way he'd held you through the night as you slept soundly in his arms, how his gaze had felt over your features on your way back from Pismo Beach â it was all too much. Every nice memory ruined by the way his voice had echoed âSweet girlâ to Cheryl.
Sweet girl. Feels so good, my sweet girlâ just like that. My sweet girl.
How stupid youâd felt hearing those words. Youâd fooled yourself into thinking there was something more between you and Joel. You werenât special, and that was the worst part, because heâd made you feel special. Heâd made you feel desiredâ like he actually liked you. Or maybe thatâs what hurt the most â to realize that to him you were just one girl among many.
Youâd placed your phone back on the hook in the afternoon, anticipating your uncleâs call, and when it rang, you were relieved to hear his familiar voice down the line. It was all so complicated. The relief a strange mix with the suffocating memories of home. You were different now than when you worked at his shop. Still shy, but still different, more grown up and more independent. He didnât know you anymore. No one knew you anymoreâ well except for one person.
Youâd felt free with Joelâ even before, when he was just your boss. Heâd challenged you, made you come out of your shell, challenged your shame, and challenged your guilt. And watching Joel small talk with your uncle, you started to wonder if that was the reason why it had hit you so hard? Joel had let you be yourself, while still challenging you. Heâd let you be shy, while still feeling sexy. Heâd made you feel seen, until youâd been forgotten.
âYou guys will have to excuse me, I need to take a leak,â your uncle said, pulling you from your thoughts, and getting up from his seat.
With his glass raised to his lips, Joel only gave him a short nod as he watched him walk away from your table. When your uncle was out of earshot, Joel dropped the act, shoulders relaxing as he gently placed his beer on the red and white gingham.
His face looked tired, eyes sparkling with melancholy. âIâm sorry for showinâ up here all unannounced,â he started, fingertips tapping lightly over the cloth, âyou werenât pickinâ up your phone and I need to talk to you.â
The lump on your throat grew larger as you tried to swallow around it, lost for words. âF-for what?â you said, voice hoarse and not louder than a whisper.
âI think we both know for what,â he sighed, âI fucked it up with youâ never shouldâve said those things to Cherylâ even if it was just actinâ. I got so caught up in you, I didnât realize what Iâd said until it was too late, and Iâm sorry.â
âI-I, J-Joel,â you stuttered, brows pulling together tightly as you searched for your words.
âYou donât need to say nothinâ right now, but I wanna drive you home âf thatâs okay? Wanna have a proper talk with you.â
His hand was shaking as he placed it gently on your shoulder, the touch making your eyes fall shut as a hitching breath escaped you.
âJoel,â you whispered.
âPlease,â his hand moved gently up your neck to cup your cheek, the warmth of his touch sending goosebumps down your spine. âPlease, I need to explain myself.â His voice sounded pained and full of sorrow. âIâm begginâ you, sweetheart.â
You opened your eyes slowly, breath shaky as you tried to hold back the tears pressing behind your eyes. His whole face shifted when you met his eyes, melancholy turning to worry, his other hand coming up to cup your other cheek as he shifted closer.
âHey,â he said it so softly, âSweet girl, sweet sweet girl, please donât cry.â His forehead fell against yours, his mustache tickling your skin as he pressed âIâm sorryâ into it.
âO-okay,â you managed to stutter out against your better judgment.
Joel lifted his head, brown warm eyes finding yours as his thumbs rubbed gently into your skin, âYeah?â
Behind Joel, you noticed your uncle exit the menâs room, and you jerked out of Joelâs hold. His brows tightened together in a confused frown before you gave him a short nod in the direction of your uncle. Joel gathered his hands in his lap, his eyes tracing your uncle as he squeezed back into his seat. He gave Joel a look you couldnât decipher, jaw locked tight and eyes piercing, before he turned to you with a plastered smile.
âAlright, what do you say, sweetie? You want some dessert?â
Your eyes flicked quickly from your uncle to Joel, and then back again, âNo, I think Iâm too full, and um⊠itâs getting late.â
Your uncle hummed, âYeah, been a long day for sure.â Shifting in his seat your uncle fished his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans. âLetâs see if we can get a hold of that pretty friend of yours,â he said, turning his head to search for Deborah.
As he got her attention, Joel fished his pack of cigarettes from the front pocket of his shirt. He lit himself a cigarette as you watched your uncle hold up his wallet and point. You couldnât help but steal a glance at Joel, watching the way his lips pursed around the cigarette as he inhaled.
âI think Iâm also gonna use the restroom before we leave,â you peeped, getting to your feet before anyone could say anything. You felt Joelâs hands graze the back of your legs as you squeezed past him. The touch quick but gentle, but still leaving a burn of longing either way.
Pushing open the door to the restroom you took a deep breath. Joel was here. Joel was here and he wanted to apologize. Pacing to the end of the room, you discreetly dropped your head to check the stalls. No one. Good. Leaning your weight over the stone sink, you looked at yourself in the mirror.
What were you doing? One touch from Joel and you fall apart?
You released a breathless laugh and shook your head at yourself; you were in over your head, but at the same time a bubble of relief sat in your throat. He was here after all, he wanted to explain himself, and you knew that deep down you wanted to hear it.  Â
When you made your way back to the table, something in the air had changed. âThere she is,â your uncle said, gathering his jacket, âReady to go?â
âUmâŠâ You looked to Joel, but something about him looked different. His shoulders looked tense, the cigarette pinched between his fingers were close to burning out, but it was his face when he looked at you that made you worried. The previous tenderness gone, replaced by a clenched jaw and eyes that wouldnât meet yours.
âActually, Joel saidââ
He cut you off, âIâm gonna stay for another drinkâŠâ
His words dropped to the pit your stomach where they weighed you down, your feet frozen to the tiled floor. When Joel still didnât look at you as he handed you your jacket and purse, you knew something was clearly wrong. Beside you your uncle crowded your space. His hand landed on your shoulder where it rubbed harshly into your skin, almost possessive as his eyes locked on Joel in a way that said, âgood manâ.
âIâll drive you home, sweetie.â
With a hand resting at your back, your uncle guided you out the restaurant without as much as a mutter of goodbye to Joel. You looked back at him, not once but twice, but he still didnât look at you â his eyes were glued to the foam of his beer as you vanished out the door.
Back inside your uncleâs rental car you were quiet, sitting with your thoughts as they swirled around your head. Youâd been so close to believing Joel; that he was actually sorry, that he wanted to apologize. But once again youâd been a fool. Leaning your head against the window you felt so sillyâ silly for getting your hopes up.
âIâ uh,â your uncle cleared his throat, âThat Joel back there, sweetie, heâs not who he says he is.â
Lifting your head you turned to your uncle with a frown, âI donâtââ
Your uncle cut you off, âI donât want to be telling you thisâ lord knows I donât want your aunt knowing about this butâŠâ
You watched how your uncleâs grip tightened around the steering wheel, his nervousness infecting you. What was he talking about?
âBut what?â Your voice rose an octave, as you let out a nervous breath.
âJoel does porn,â your uncle revealed. He said it all dramatic, like he was in a movie and this scene was the turning point for your character. You had to restrain yourself to hide the laugh tickling your throat as he continued, âI thought he looked familiar, andâ jesus, donât you ever tell anybody about this but⊠heâs in a couple of movies I keep in the basement.â
You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, your eyes staring straight ahead down the road. You cringed at the new atmosphere settling in the car, stuffy with embarrassment and a picture of your uncle getting off to Joel stuck to your retinas. You wanted to hurl, this new picture not something youâd ever want to visualize. You were quiet as the revelation settled, your brain searching for words, but it was like theyâd all fallen out your ears.
âListen,â he cleared his throat of the discomfort, âI donât know what he is to you, if heâs your boyfriend or whatââ
âHeâs not,â you squeaked, ready for this conversation to be over.
âI saw him kissing you when I stepped out of the toilets,â your uncle accused sternly, a biting lilt to his voice.
âKiss me? I-I donât know what youâre talking about,â you protested, confused about how heâd gotten it in his head that Joel had kissed you.
âDonât you raise your voice at me,â he started to yell, âI saw it with my own two eyes, donât you go lying to me.â
Your heart picked up its pace, all the blood in your body turning to ice in your veins. Pressing your lips together in a thin line, you fought to hold back the tears threatening to spill.
âI donât want you seeing him anymoreâ that kinda filth heâs involved inâŠâ he shook his head, âitâs sinful and I donât want him getting you involved in that.â Your uncleâs voice was stern, words spat through gritted teeth.
You were frozen in your seat. Your heart beating so fast you thought it might burst through your ribcage. You didnât know what to do, didnât know what to say. All too quickly you were transported back home, back to who you used to be. You drew a shaky breath as a single tear spilled down your cheek.
âWhat would your parents say if they knew what you were doing down here? Who your friends were? That Deborah? Did you see how short her dress was? The city of sin this is,â your uncle continued as he pulled into the parking lot outside your apartment complex.
With eyes glued to your hands, you couldnât get a single word to come out of your mouth â like they were stuck to the back of your throat where they formed a painful lump. After parking the car, your uncle turned to you, a finger brushing over your cheek in a suffocating touch.
âSweetie,â he started, voice gone softer, âIâm worried about you. Youâre out here all aloneâ all alone with all this temptation. Wouldnât it be nice if you came back home with me, hm? Get you back where you belong?â
"Iâ..."
The words stayed stuck in your throat, unable to rise over the anxiety that gripped you at the thought of returning home to your parents. How different your life would be, back to the way it used to be, an old prison you'd hoped you'd left far behind you. Yet you felt numb, finding yourself incapable of uttering a single word of protest as your uncle nodded self-righteously.Â
"I think that's the best, sweetie," he told you, his tone sounding entirely too convinced, "Tell you what Hon. . . I'm gonna be driving back down tomorrow, and I'll be damned if you aren't sitting in this seat all safe right next to me, alright? So why don't you go and pack your stuff and a bag, and I'll be by in the afternoon to pick you up?"
You said nothing, the rising panic in your throat rendering you almost paralyzed. Your fingers desperately reached for the car door handle; you needed to get out of this car.Â
Unaware of your distress, your uncle bid you a contented 'See you later' as you stepped out of his car, slamming the door shut.Â
Finally, he drove off. You watched him disappear with a knot in your stomach until he was just a tiny dot on the horizon, wishing he would stay that way as you tried desperately not to throw up your dinner in the parking lot.
âHello?â
The electric static of your voice filled Joel with a deep sense of relief. His grip around the phone handset tightened as he forced out a clumsy, âItâs Joel.â
The sigh you sent down the phone tickled up his spine, but before you could say anything Joel continued, âI just wanted to apologize to you⊠for last night.â
Heâd felt awful all through the night and into the morning. Heâd fucked it up again. Letting you leave like that last night was the hardest thing heâd done in a long while. Had you not gone to the bathroom and left him with your uncle, none of this wouldâve happened.
You sighed again, âAll you do is apologize Joel, but do you ever mean it?â
Joel face contracted into a grimace, âI do, sweet girl, you donât know how much I mean it,â
âJoelâŠâ your voice sounded pained, and it shattered something inside him. He just wanted you to be happy, and loved, and taken care of, but all heâd done was hurt you, again and again.
âIt doesnât matter how much you mean it Joel⊠none of it matters anymore.â The tone of your voice scared him.
âWhat dâyou mean, sweetheart?â he hurried.
âItâs just⊠you donât need to worry about me anymore, Joelâ Iâm leaving LA tonight.â
Joel felt his heart drop to his stomach, a rising panic bubbling under his skin as he stumbled out, âWhat are you talkinâ about, sweet girl?â
âIâm going back home tonight. I-I donât know when Iâll be backâ if Iâm coming back. Joel, I canât be your assistant anymore.â
âFuck being my assistant!â he spoke through gritted teeth, holding back from yelling out in panic, âWhat dâyou mean youâre leavinâ?â Joelâs voice faltered as his heart caught up with what was about to happen.
He was gonna lose you. You would never be his. He was losing the first girl he thought he could really love. The girl he wanted a future with. Hell, the girl he could see himself grow old with. Joel knew it was fast, way too fast to be feeling like this about you, but right now, all those shitty romance novels about finding âthe oneâ, all those weeping love songs about love at first sight â after you, they didnât seem so stupid anymore.
âJoel, itâsâ itâs okay.â Your voice had gone soft, but he could still hear the strain of hurt in it.
âItâs not, sweet girl, nothinâ about this is okay.â Joelâs eyes fell shut, his thumb and pointer finger coming up to squeeze at the bridge of his nose. He couldnât lose you. âIâm cominâ overâ We canât be doinâ this over the phone.â
âJoel,â you sighed.
âIâm cominâ over,â he reiterated, and hung up.
You were carrying a bag to your car when you saw Joelâs car pull into the parking lot. He mustâve noticed you right away as heâd hastily parked next to your own car â his wheels screeched against the asphalt. As you made your way across the parking lot, you watched how he almost jumped out the car like he was in a hurry, coming around the back to fill the space between your cars.
âJoelâ you really didnât have to come all the way out here,â you told him when you got close enough, stepping past him to place your last bag in your back seat. He leaned his hand on your door, holding it open for you, his broad form shielding you from the blazing afternoon sun.
Inside, your apartment was left half-empty. Youâd left most of your things, only bringing your clothes, your pictures, your records and your record player, and your books.Â
You didnât need much more where you were going.
The thought still made your stomach turn in on itself, the dread of going back home had trickled down your back ever since last night. But what choice did you have? It was either your parents finding out about your job and Joel, or going back home. You knew your uncle; heâd never keep this a secret if you didnât do as he said. If your parents found out it would be over for you. You didnât even want to think about it; theyâd disown you if they were feeling nice, or send you to an asylum if they were feeling extra nice. If you didnât go now, theyâd never let you come home again, and it scared you, you were already on thin ice for moving to LA in the first place.
âAre you just gonna pretend this isnât your uncleâs idea?â Joelâs voice had a bite to it, and it caught you off guard. Standing to your full height you raised a hand to shield your eyes from the sun. His face wore none of the anger youâd heard in his voice, instead there was a veil of sadness coating his features.
âIâ Why do you think that?â You tried to keep your voice steady, normal, you didnât want him to hear how scared you were.
ââCause of what he told me back at the restaurant,â he closed your car door, âtold me he knew who I really was and to stay away from youâ he didnât want me taintinâ you with my filth.â
Your eyes fell shut as your hand came up to rub at your forehead. So thatâs what happened yesterday? Letting your hand fall, your eyes fell over Joelâ face; over his neat mustache that tickled you in just the right way whenever he kissed you, over his soft curls heâd let grow out the last couple of months, and over his eyes. His brown eyes now swirling with something you hadnât seen in them before. Shame? Â
âI done fucked it up havenât Iâ you associatinâ with me? Heâs takinâ you back to your daddy, âs that it?â When he met your eyes they softened, a veil of his regular self now concealing that blink of insecurity. Â
You shook your head as a lump grew at the back of your throat, âYou justâ you donât understand Joel.â The words came out strained as you felt tears push behind your eyelids.
âHey,â Joel softened immediately, his hand wrapping gently around your upper arm and sending a warmth through your body. âYouâre okay, sweet girl, tell me what I donât understand.â
He stepped a little closer, but not too close, his hand traveled up your arm in a soothing gesture. Your eyes fell shut again, squeezing them tight to stave off your tears. Youâve never talked about it before with anybody. Never talked about your family and how trapped youâd felt by their rules and their expectations; the guilt theyâd instilled in you for never being able to live up to the person they wanted you to be.
You shook your head, âI donât think I can,â you half-whispered.
âSweetheart, Iâ I know I fucked it up with you, and I know I ainât your boyfriend or nothinâ, but I do care for youâ I care for you more than you think. I wanna be there for you when somethinâs wrong. So please, tell me whatâs wrong.â
Slowly opening your eyes, you looked at him. Those warm like whiskey eyes staring at you with concern and with a hint of something you couldnât quite put your finger on. Adoration? Fondness? Love?
âMy uncle will be back soon,â you said, voice low, âhe wants to get on the road before dark.â
ââs that really what you want?â he asked then, his hand slipping from your arm.
âItâsâ itâs complicated, Joel.â
A sigh escaped him, as he ran a hand over his face, âYeah⊠I just wish you werenât leavinââ wish it didnât have to end like this.â
He didnât look like himself. Eyes shining with sadness, and that usual cocky lilt to his voice gone, exchanged by something low and strangled. His face contorted into a crooked smile, his shoulders shaking with an unhumorous breathy laugh as he shook his head.
âShitââ, he snickered, âlifeâs cruel sometimes⊠you finally fall in love with a girl and thenâŠâ he shook his head.
You felt like youâd been hit by a truck. Fall in love? In love with you? Joel didnât look at you, his hand rubbed at the back of his neck as he started to walk away, rounding the tail of his car.
âFall in love?â you asked, hands falling to your side in shock, âwith me?â
Joel stopped at your voice, âCouldnât help it,â he shrugged with a sad smile.
Those tears youâd fought so hard to stave off finally broke loose, a single tear running down your cheek â the tear in the dam of your sadness. Joelâs arms were around you in an instance, strong and steady. He held you so close to his broad chest, that familiar scent of cologne mixed with cigarettes making a sob escape you as you realized youâd never be able to be this close to him ever again.
âIâm sorry,â you mumbled into his shirt.
Joelâs grip around you tightened as he dipped his head against your cheek, âWhy are you apologizinâ, sweet girl? Iâm the one whoâs sorry.â
âI donât want to leave,â you whispered; your tears staining his shirt.
âThen donâtâ stay,â Joel said, soothing a hand across your back.
âI-I canâtâ theyâll⊠theyâll hate me if they find out.â
âFind out about what, sweet girl?â
âYou⊠the porn⊠everything. Heâll tell them and Iâll never be able to come home again,â you cried into his shirt.
âOkay,â Joel sighed, loosening his grip around you, âletâs go back to my placeâ we should talk.â
âBut my uncleââ you started to protest, but Joel cut you off.
âHe doesnât decide over you, sweet girl, you make your own decisionsâ you hear me?â
His hands found your face, his massive palms holding you gently as he rubbed his thumbs down your cheek, drying your tears. You could only nod.
Youâd never been inside Joelâs house before, you realized, as you trailed after him up the steps to his front door. He lived in one of those houses at the top of a long hill where he had the most incredible view over LA. You knew porn paid him the big bucks, but heâd been sensible when it came to his home â well, sensible for LA.Â
It was a one-story house in the shape of an U; inside, the hallway opened up to a living room where big glass doors framed his back yard and a kidney shaped pool. Warm, dark toned wood paneling clad his walls and made the space feel masculine, but inviting.
With a hand hovering over your back he guided you towards his couch. âDâyou want a cup of tea?â Joel asked you as you sat down on his leather couch. He looked nervous where he stood, palms running down the side of his leg like he didnât know what to do with them. It was contagious.
âUm, okay,â you nodded, shifting a little in your seat and folding your hands in your lap.
Waiting for Joel to come back from the kitchen you tried to steady your stuttering heart. Youâd been mostly silent on the drive over, trying to wrap your head around the fact that Joel was in love with you â the fact never seeming to stick to your brain in the right way.
It felt ridiculous â Joel, a successful pornstar, being in love with you. But stacked on top of his confession was the fact that Joel was a pornstar â making a living out of having sex with other women. You didnât understand how exactly it bothered you, but you knew that it did somewhere deep down â but then again did you have any right to be bothered by it if it paid your bills.
âDidnât know if you took sugar or not so I brought the bowl.â Joel pulled you from your thoughts, placing a steaming cup of tea and a small crystal bowl filled with sugar on the coffee table in front of you.
âThank you,â you smiled meekly, your hand finding the string to bop the teabag as you watched the steaming water turn darker.
You felt the cushion dip as Joel sat down, a seat of absence between you.Â
The air felt loaded. Loaded with the week left behind you. Loaded with Joelâs lingering confession. Loaded with the uncertain future. Joel watched your hands, eyes fixed but far away.
âI⊠uh,â Joel cleared his throat as he searched for his words. âI wanna apologize to you forâ for everythinâ that happened at work on Monday.â
You felt yourself not, drawing back your hands to rest them in your lap, a finger clumsily picking at your nailbed.
âThere ainât no excuse for how I was actinââ for the things I said⊠truth is, the way I feel about you, Iâve never felt like this with anyone before. You makeââ Joel tipped his head, a smile coating his lips, âyou make everythinâ just brighterâ like everythinâ will be alright as long as I have you⊠And I know this all feels fast, but Iâve been crazy âbout you since I first laid my eyes on you. I ainât ever believed in that âlove at first sightâ crap but,â Joel hesitated, like the words hung at the tip of his tongue but wouldnât let go.
âBut?â you encouraged.
âI think I do now.â
His words tasted so bitter and so sweet. Tipping your head downwards your eyes found your hands.
âJoelâŠâ you shook your head, trying to will the words to form. âThis⊠I donât understand.â
âWhat ainât you understandinâ, sweet girl?â He shifted his weight, leaning closer but still maintaining a respectful distance.
âWhy me?â You looked up from your lap, eyebrows pulled together in a frown.
âAre you kiddinâ me?â He breathed out in shock.
âI mean, youâre Joel Packerâ you can have any girl you want⊠and I guess you already doâ at work.â You swallowed around the growing lump in your throat, tears pushing behind your eyelids.
âWell, I ainât in love with all those other girls, am I?â His voice was gentle; the words escaping like they were the easiest words in the world.
Your tears pushed their way forward, trailing down your cheeks like curving rivers. Joel instantly moved closer, the familiar warmth of his body against your side made the tears run faster.
âHey, my sweet girl, itâs okay, baby, itâs alright,â he cooed, pulling you into his embrace.
âItâs not, Joel⊠I donât know what to do,â you sobbed into his shoulder.
âTell me and weâll figure it out together,â he pulled away to cup your head in his hands, thumbs wiping away your tears, âjust tell me, baby.â
You watched his face, your eyes dancing over his features, drinking him in. Drawing a deep breath, you told Joel everything. You told him about your parents and your upbringing, their rules and their expectations. How theyâd wanted you to be the perfect student, the perfect daughter, and someday the perfect wife. You told him why youâd moved to LA in the first place â to run from it all, from the guilt and shame they instilled in you for never being what they wanted. Joel held you in his arms as you emptied your feelings. He let you speak, humming at the right moments and squeezing you tighter when it was extra emotional for you.
âAnd now my uncleâs gonna tell them about you and the porn andââ you spoke fast, stumbling over your words, âtheyâll disown meâ I know it or worse theyâll come and get me⊠send me somewhere,â you sobbed.
âHeyheyhey,â Joel shifted his hold on you. Youâd sunk into the couch as heâd let you talk, your feet slung over his lap as he held you close. Now he sat up, turning your body to face him, eyes locked with yours. âListen, babyâ they ainât takinâ you anywhere, you hear me? Youâre an adultâ youâre your own person now!â
âI know Iâm askinâ a lot of youâ youâre afraid of losinâ your familyâ I understand! Believe me I do.â His head tipped against your forehead, nose brushing gently against yours. âMy folks, theyâ... well they ainât talkinâ to me anymore. Donât matter how famous I am, Iâm a sinner to them.â
âJoel, Iâm sorry,â you whispered, your heart aching for him.
âAinât nothinâ to be sorry aboutâ itâs in the past and I got TommyâŠâ he trailed off, lifting his head, one large hand cupping your cheek. âListen, my sweet girl, youâre the only girl I want. I want you to stay, but I want you to stay for your own sake. There ainât nothinâ you owe your folks, okay? And I promise you Iâll always be there for you!â
For once you didnât think.
Leaning closer you brushed your lips against Joelâs, and it made all the walls inside you break down. Humming in surprise he stalled before he relaxed against you, pulling you closer, his hand pressed into your cheek. There was no air, only Joel. His mustache tickled your upper lip and cupidâs bow in just the right way, and you realized just how much youâd missed him.
The kiss was languid like molasses, pulling you apart and putting you together again. Your hand found his neck, fingers curling into the hair at the back of his neck â tethering yourself to him. He broke away from your kiss, pressing soft tender kisses along your jaw, his hand brushing down the column of your neck.
âCome sit in my lap, sweet girl,â he whispered into your skin and a rush of electricity sped through your body. His hand fell to your waist while the other grabbed at the thick of your thigh â maneuvering you to straddle him.
âThere you go, my good girl,â he praised, his hands rubbing it into your skin. âFuck, youâre so beautiful,â Joel leaned forward, pressing soft kisses to the spot where your jaw met your neck.
âJoel, Iâ ah!â you gasped as he brushed his tongue over that sensitive spot behind your ear. You felt his smile against your skin, teeth nipping at your sensitive skin before his lips brushed over your drumming pulse. He kissed his way along your jaw, nose bumping into yours as he hovered before your lips â daring you to kiss him again.
You took the bait, eyes flicking down to his lips before you pressed your own against him. You didnât have much experience with love but being this close to Joel felt so right. Maybe this was what love was, you thought.Â
âI think Iâm in love with you,â you mumbled against his lips, your words swallowed by his kiss. A wide smile blossomed across Joelâs face at your words, and soon you were kissing teeth.
âWhatchu sayinâ, sweet girl?â he grinned, raising one eyebrow at you as he leaned back.
You had to fight not to roll your eyes at him, at how he always found a way to playfully tease you. You werenât joking though â you meant it, you really did.
âIâm in love with you too,â you told him sincerely, âI donât know how to be in love, so youâll have to be patient with me, but Iâm yours if youâll have me.â
âIâll always want you, sweet girl, always,â he promised, sealing it with a chaste kiss.
âI uh, I think I need to quit being your assistant too,â you said, biting your lip. âI canâtâ I donât really want to see you with other women⊠you can tell me about work, but I donât want to see it.â
Joel squeezed your waist gently before rubbing soft circles over the spot. âThatâs okayâ thank you for tellinâ me,â he nodded, âIâll talk to Ronald ân see if he knows if thereâs any assistant jobs for you over in Hollywood.â
You slowly shook your head, âRonald is a piece of shit.â
âAinât that the truth,â Joel chuckled, leaning his head against the back of the couch, âBut heâs connected, and very convincinâ.â
âHeâd never do that for me,â you said.
âBut heâll do it for meâ Iâm his favorite client,â he grinned, leaning forward to cup your chin, before pulling his hand away.
âYou just make him a lot of money,â you countered with a shrug, still sitting pretty in his lap.
âDo I now?â Joel asked, leaning closer with a cocky grin, âân how do I do that, sweet girl?â
âJoel,â you sighed as his lips brushed over yours in another quick peck.
âListen,â he started, âItâs been a long time since Iâve dated anyone ân I wonât lie, last time it got complicated âcause of my job. You know what the job entails, but I need you to talk to meâ we need to be communicatinâ, you need to tell me âf somethinâs wrongâ just like youâre doing so well for me right now.â
âOk, Joel,â you nodded, wrapping your arms around him and resting your head on his shoulder.
âThank you, sweet girl,â he mumbled, placing a soft kiss to your temple.
You stayed like that for seconds, minutes, hours, you didnât know. But it felt nice to be so close, to just be in each otherâs company, to enjoy being so in tune with another person without any ulterior motive. You didnât know when, or who started it, but his lips were back over yours, moving in a perfect rhythm. Slow and drawn out, enjoying every second of being this close. When his tongue darted over your bottom lip, the kiss got messier, more passionate, like either of you couldnât get enough of the other.
Under you, you felt Joelâs cock harden, the feel of what you did to him making your cunt ache for him. His capable hands had explored your clothed body, rubbing softly over the dips and curves before theyâd landed on your ass. With a gentle rock, heâd moved you back and forth over him, catching your every moan with his mouth as your clit caught on his growing bulge.
It felt so good. Joel felt so good.
He moved you expertly over him, edging you closer to an edge you didnât think you could reach this fast, your arousal soiling your panties with every grind. The kiss got sloppy, and you broke away, content little sighs escaping your mouth as you buried your face in Joelâs neck. He was everywhere. The scent of him, his warmth, his hard cock underneath youâ it was all too much, and Joel knew it. Tightening his grip on your ass, he bucked his hips to meet your grinding, and you snapped. Mewling into his neck, you withered in his lap, legs shaking with your orgasm.
âJoel,â you managed to moan between the white hot ecstasy.
âThere you go, babyâ good girl, come for me, just like that,â he encouraged, rubbing his hand down your back in gentle strokes. His heavy hand rested over your back, pressing soft kisses to your temple as you came down, cooing at the aftershock.
With your mind somewhat back on earth you lifted your head from the home youâd made in his neck to place a soft kiss to his lips. Meanwhile your hands slipped between your bodies, clumsy fingers fiddling with the buttons on his jeans.
Joel broke your kiss, âNot here.â Confused, you pulled away, your eyebrows meeting in a furrow. âLet me fuck you properly⊠in my bed.â
Stumbling back into his hallway, your hands linked, he led you to his bedroom. His decorating was simple: a king-sized bed placed up against the back wall, paired with more of those large floor-to-ceiling windows gave him a view out into his backyard. An art piece hung above his bed, which looked suspiciously like a Warhol, but you didnât have time to dwell on it with Joelâs hands on you.
He took his time undressing youâ one painstaking item at a time, dotting kisses to each new piece of skin revealed. You were practically swimming in your arousal by the time he got to your panties. He had that look in his eyes, something dark and filled with lust as he sank to his knees before you. Never breaking eye contact, Joel leaned in, his lips brushing over the soft spot below your belly button â it made goosebumps prickle across your skin, and a hitch of breath to get stuck in your throat. His lips skated downwards, running along the elastic of your panties, teeth nipping at the bow in the center.
It was like time stood still. Outside the setting sun filled Joelâs bedroom with a golden hue, and bathed him a soft warmth. The way he looked at you sent bolts of electricity through your body, into every nerve ending. He was everywhere, and you wanted him everywhere, wanted him inside.
His fingertips grazed the side of your thighs, finding the thin sides of your panties. His eyes locked with yours and you nodded along with a breathless, âYes,â before he pulled them down. A smile filled with cocky happiness spread across his features when he hit a bit of a snag, your arousal and previous orgasm making the fabric stick to your cunt.
After helping you step out of your panties, Joel sat back on his heels as he admired you. His tight jeans clung to his thighs and your eyes couldnât help but trail over him; over his strong muscles, his impressive bulge, his signature belt buckle and his scarlet red shirt with the deep V, straining against his shoulders. Naked and bare for him, he took in your body, those warm whiskey eyes memorizing every inch of it. The rough skin of his hand made you keen under his touch where it skated up your leg, following your form and parting your legs for him. Hooking his hand under your thigh, Joel placed it over his shoulder giving him a perfect view of your wet cunt, while your fingers found his curls to keep yourself steady.
âLook at this pretty pussy,â he whispered almost to himself, âitâs all messy fâme ainât it?â He dragged his lips along your inner thigh, dark eyes locked with yours.
âY-yes,â you managed to stutter out â your whole body alight under his touch.
âYes, it is, baby,â he underlined his words with a finger swiping through your soaked folds, the sound filling the space between you. âYou hear? Hear how messy?â
A heat traveled up your neck to your cheeks, making them burn under his playful teasing. âJoel,â you whined, your fingers tightening your grip on his curls. He continued his teasing, placing wet kisses to the inside of your other thigh. The coarse hair of his mustache brushing against the sensitive skin in just the right way.Â
âFuck,â he whispered against your skin, âyou gonna let me take care of ya, sweet girl? Gonna let me show you Iâm only yours?â
You were nodding even before heâd finished his sentence, âYes,â you sighed. The ache between your legs burned so bright it almost hurt.
With your permission, Joel closed the teasing distance, and buried his face between your legs. He started with a kiss directly to your clit, before he dipped lower to taste you properly. Small and breathy sighs escaped your lips, your other hand not in his hair falling to his shoulder to keep you from keeling over.
The flat of his tongue lapped at the seam of your cunt, collecting your arousal on your tongue, as he hummed in contentment. It felt too good. He always made you feel so good. When the tip of his tongue teased your hole, you had to bite down on your bottom lip to fight back the moan about to escape you. Pressing your heel into his back, your body bucked by its own will, meeting the swipes and zigzags of his tongue.
âJoel,â you gasped when he found your clit again, a tense arousal building in your core. Spurred on by your noises, Joel sucked at your sensitive bud, laving his tongue over it in lazy strokes.
âFuck,â you whispered, breath hitching in your throat as you squeezed your eyes shut from the ecstasy. You were close now, your second orgasm approaching fast in Joelâs capable handsâ or tongue.
âCâmon, baby,â he spoke between laps over your clit, urging you on, âcome all over my tongue.â
A hand slid up to your ass, holding you flush to his face as you started to wither above him. His cheeks were warm from your soft thighs, his mustache slick with your arousal as he brought you closer and closer.
âThere she goes, good girl,â he said with a ragged puff, encouraging you when the dam finally broke. His grip on your ass tightened, keeping you upright, as your whole body started to shake with your orgasm. Your grip on his hair was tight, tethering yourself to Joel, as you whimpered out breathy moans. Your hips bucked into his mouth, and the heel you dug into his back mustâve hurt, but your mind was entirely elsewhere, lost in the pleasure he was giving you.
He pressed soft kisses to the fold where your thigh started as the aftershocks coursed through you, holding you steady while your chest heaved for breath as you tried to calm down.
âJoel,â you sighed contently, your hand brushing over his hair. He didnât pull away like you thought heâd do, instead he placed another kiss to your sensitive clit. You jumped at the touch, a giggle catching in your throat.
âIâm not done witchu, sweet girl.â You could feel the smile against your skin, the way his lips smoothed the exposed surface, the sweetness of his smile practically dripping down your legs.
He helped you slide your leg off his shoulder, his big hands framing your waist as he rose from the floor with a restrained grunt. He looked a mess. Hair pulled in all directions, mustache glistening with your wetness and cheeks smeared with your arousal. Seeing what youâd done to him, you felt your cheeks heat up.
With his hands around your waist, he walked you backwards, until the back of your legs hit the end of the bed. He was crowding your space now, the familiar scent of him now mixed with you sent your brain into a mushy state. He pushed you forward gently, and you fell down on his bed, bouncing slightly.
Joel towered over you, still completely dressed. The thought of how bare you were for him, while he was still fully clothed, sent a tingle down your tummy to your core. He had the upper hand, and it felt good. It felt good to let him take control, to be able to shut your brain off for a while, to know he would take care of you.
Across his face, Joel wore his signature cocky grin as he stepped closer to the edge of the bed, the hardwood floor creaking slightly with ever step. You dipped your head to your shoulder, looking up at him through your lashes, and it made his smile wider. He stalked over you, his hand curling around your ankle before he playful yanked you towards him. A yelp fell from your lips, before a giggle broke lose.
âOh, you ainât gonna be gigglinâ like that when Iâm done witchu,â he teased, lowering himself over your body.
âW-what are you gonna do to me?â you asked breathlessly as Joel dipped down to nip at the skin below your collarbone.
A deep chuckle rumbled across your skin between his kisses, âGonna make you come, and come and come, sweet girlâ wanna feel you squeezinâ around cockâ make you forget your own name.â
âShit, Joel,â you stuttered out as his lips closed around your nipple, âI-I havenâtââ
He cut you off, âThat ainât matter to me, sweet girl, I know youâll be good fâme.â
And he was right; you wanted nothing more than to be good for him.
He kissed a trail down the valley of your breasts, across your tummy and the dip of your belly button until he reached your mound. Joel got comfortable on his knees, hooking his arms under your legs to manhandle you the way he wanted, spreading your thighs, and putting your wet cunt on display for him.
âSweet fuckinâ pussy,â he pulled back and spat, and you felt the way his spit dripped down your clit, âSweetest pussy Iâve ever tasted.â
With his thumb he smeared his spit through your folds, not that you needed it, you were plenty wet from your two previous orgasms. You jumped under him when he brushed your clit, puffed and sensitive as it was, and it made him chuckle.
âYouâre so sensitive, arenât you, sweet girl?â he coaxed, putting more pressure on your clit with his thumb.
Your moan got caught in your throat as you hurried to answer him, âY-yes, Joel, so sensitive.â Heat and arousal flushed through your body, traveling through your bloodstream, and shading the world in a rose-tinted hue.
Another chuckle escaped Joel before he ducked down and brought his lips to your clit, while two of his fingers teased down your folds to edge at your opening. You felt your hole clench in anticipation, as a whimpering moan fell from your lips.
âThis hole is just drippinâ for me ainât it?â he teased, voice muffled by his lips around your clit.
You couldnât think, so consumed by his touch and the way he made you feel. You managed to nod and breathe out a âYes.â Joel hummed around your clit, the vibrations edging you on as his fingers prodded at your entrance.
Pushing forward he thrusted his fingers inside. It was a snug fit, but your arousal dripping over his knuckles made it easy. He immediately curled his fingers, expertly prodding at that sensitive spot inside that made you squirm underneath him and buck your hips involuntarily. Â
âShh,â Joel soothed you, fingers still pushing up, hitting something that made your leg shake involuntarily as he circled them against the delicate flesh.
Shit. Fuck.
You mewled, whiny breaths falling from your lips as you hurled quickly towards the edge, again. Joel didnât let up, thrusting his fingers expertly into that perfectly sensitive spot. When your right leg couldnât stop shaking, he slung his other arm over your stomach, keeping you in place for him.
âThatâs it, sweet girl, thatâs your g-spot, honey,â he cooed between lapping and sucking at your clit, âAre you gonna come again, baby? You can let goâ âs okay.â
The added pressure of his arm sent your hurling towards your release. Your back arched off his bed at a particular perfect thrust; your breath coming out panting and breathless.
âJoelââ you heaved, âJ-Joel, I-Iâmâ,â you couldnât finish your thought. You clenched around his fingers, a pressure building like youâd never felt before â you felt like you were about to explode.
Joel sucked hard on your clit before he moved his lips off with a soft pop, âCâmon, honey,â he coaxed, stopping his thrusting fingers to massage at your g-spot, âBe a good girl fâme and come all over my fingers.â
With his permission you came with a silent cry, eyes squeezed tight as your whole body arched off the bed, your head pressed tightly into the mattress as you let it wash over you. It was like your body clenched and released all at the same time. Small tears trickled down your temples, your body shaking from the force of your orgasm. You gushed over his fingers, and Joel pulled his fingers from your wasted hole at the exact right moment, right as a stream of liquid released.
You were somewhere else entirely, floating away on a cloud of ecstasy youâd never felt before â the feeling so intense, it made your eyes roll back. Beside you, you felt the bed dip. Still shaking from your orgasm, you heaved for your breath, trying to come down. Joelâs arms snaked their way around you, pushing you against his body as he cooed and hushed you.
âYouâre alright, sweet girl,â he mumbled against your temple, âsquirting all over my hand like a good girl.â
âJoel, Iââ You were still catching your breath, still reeling from the intensity.
âYouâre ok, baby.âÂ
He held you close until youâd fully calmed down, and your heartbeat had steadied. You let yourself be held, to just be. Joel pressed absentminded kisses to your skin. One on your cheek, another to the pulse of your neck, a third to your collarbone. He was amazing. He was yours.
âThank you, Joel,â you finally spoke, âIâveâ Iâve never done that before, it⊠it felt really good.â
Joel pressed another kiss to your cheek, âYouâre welcome, babyâ you looked so fuckinâ hot cominâ like that.âÂ
He pressed another kiss to your cheek before he pulled away. Standing to his feet he stretched his back with a groan. You watched how his muscles moved underneath his shirt. He mustâve felt you watching him as he sent you a cocky smile over his shoulder before he padded towards the door of his en suite.
You turned onto your stomach, your eyebrows pulling together in a furrow as you asked him, âWhere are you going?â
âJust gonna getchu ya somethinâ to clean up with,â he explained, nodding his head towards his en suite.
âButâŠâ you trailed off, eyes flicking sheepishly towards his bulge, his cock rock hard and straining against his jeans.
He caught your eye, his trademark cocky smirk spreading. Joel turned his body towards you, and let you ogle him as he crept towards you. âBut, what?â he questioned, one teasing eyebrow raised.
âWhat aboutâŠâ you bit your lip, heat flushing your cheeks. Heâd made you squirt for fucks sake, and you still couldnïżœïżœt ask him for his cock.
âWhat about what?â he teased, standing at the end of the bed, his hard cock now eye level with how you were sitting. He watched you from above, how you flicked your eyes from his face to his cock, trying to tell him what you wanted without saying the words.
âYou want more, greedy girl?â he questioned, cupping your cheek and angling your face towards him, âYou want my cock, donât you?â
You nodded in his hand, big moony eyes looking up at him. Joel shifted his weight, his hand traveling from your cheek to your chin, letting his thumb run over it in a smooth motion.
âTake my clothes off,â he ordered.
Sitting up on your knees, your hands started fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. Above you, Joel watched you â warm eyes studying you. Unbuttoning the last button, you placed a nervous hand to his chest, right above his heart. Under your palm you felt it beat, fast paced, but steady. With a scrunch of your face, you looked to him.
âYeah,â he chuckled, fitting his own hand over yours, âIâm crazy âbout you, sweet girl.â He dipped his head to fit a soft kiss to your lips.
He helped you with the rest of his clothes. His shirt hitting the floor first, then followed by his belt and his jeans, and lastly his socks. Clad only in his white briefs, you took him in. His handsome face, his neat mustache, his tanned skin and broad shoulders, but most importantly (at least in this moment), his aching cock.
âTake it out fâme,â he ordered.
Obeying his command, your fingers dug into the elastic. His rock hard cock strained desperately against the cotton, a wet spot had formed where the head was, turning the fabric translucent from precum. You pulled his briefs down his legs, his impressive cock springing free to bob in front of your face. Joel stepped out of his underwear, kicking them across the floor to the pile with his other clothes.
You moved up the bed as he crawled over you, parting your legs for him to fit between as you laid back against his fluffy pillows, the scent of him overwhelming. His cock rubbed against your cunt, the head catching on your clit as he adjusted himself over you.
âThis whatchu wanted, sweet girl?â he asked, guiding the tip through your folds, and coating himself in your arousal.
âY-yes, Joel, please,â you begged, âwant you.â
Between your legs he jerked himself off, spreading your wetness all over his cock, a slick wet sound squelching from his fist. Joelâs eyes trailed over your body before he shook his head.
âSit up,â he said.
Confused, you did as he said, sitting up on your knees before him. Joel shifted on the bed, leaning his back against the headrest, his impressive cock standing to attention in his lap.
âCâmon baby, come take whatâs yours,â he said, reaching his hand out to you and helping you straddle his thighs.
Looking between your bodies, you couldnât help but feel a little intimidated. Each time youâd had sex, Joel was always the one in control, but now⊠Your teeth caught on your bottom lip, insecurity an uninvited guest in the home youâd made in Joelâs bed.
Warm hands cupped your cheeks then, lifting your head to meet his. âYouâre alright, my sweet girl,â he told you, fitting his lips against yours, âwanna feel you squeezinâ my cock.â
With Joelâs guiding hands, you lifted yourself over him as he guided the head towards your entrance, the head of his cock pushing through your folds. âTake it slow âf ya need it,â he told you, reassuring you. With a timid nod, you shifted your weight slightly, steading yourself on your knees before you slowly sunk down on him.
Your mouth dropped open at the stretch, never really getting used to the size of him â even with the thorough prep heâd done to you. You took your time, easing yourself down on him one inch at a time till he was buried to the hilt in your cunt. He was so deep inside you in this position, you felt him in your tummy, too deep for a cock to reach.
âShit,â you cursed with a whimper, feeling Joelâs thighs press against your bare ass.
âThatâs it, good fuckinâ girl, knew you could do itâ takinâ all that cock fâme,â he praised as you tried to adjust to the feeling of him reaching so deep inside you. His hand landed on the small of your back, pushing you closer to his chest and making you rock forward in his lap.
âY-youâre so deep like this,â you stuttered, draping your arms around his shoulder to steady yourself as his cock hit a new angle inside you, and making you see stars.
âI know, sweet girl, I knowâ feels good, donât it?â he cooed, and rocked you in his lap again. Your clit caught in the coarse hair at the base of his cock, and it made a gush of arousal drip down his cock.
You nodded your head desperately. It felt good, it felt really good.
âWhy donât ya bounce on it fâme, honeyâ make yourself come.â
Again, you obeyed.
You started slow, inching upwards just a tad before grinding down on him again, working yourself up and down his length at your own pace. Below you, Joel watched you closely, a lazy smile spread across his face. His hand on your waist helped guide you, and soon you were bouncing on his cock like an eager little bunny.
âFuck,â you cursed between moans.
The drag of his cock inside you felt like nothing youâd ever felt before. Love and ecstasy and pleasure â all mixed up into one infatuated feeling. Under you, Joel groaned unabashedly. The noises he made, deep and rugged as he started to meet your bouncing with his own thrusts, building a rising rhythm of pleasure.
âFeel so fuckinâ good, baby,â he groaned, âsqueezinâ my cock so good.â
âUh-uh,â you nodded, mind gone completely blank.
The feeling of him filling you just right with every thrust and hitting that special spot inside you, were almost too much to handle. Your thighs burned with the effort, and you didnât know how much more you could take before he was hurling you over the edge for the fourth time.
âYou gonna come again, sweet girl? Gonna be my good girl and give me ânother? Give that big cock a nice squeeze?â he encouraged.
You were far too gone to say anything coherent and when his thumb found your clit, you knew you were in trouble. Your legs shook from pleasure and the strain of your bouncing, and you fell forward, your head finding a home in his neck as you gasped. Joel worked quickly and expertly, shifting your weight on his lap so he could thrust into you from below. Breathy whiny moans escaped you in quick succession, and then you were falling apart for him with a cry.
âThatâs my good girl,â he praised you through gritted teeth as you withered in his lap, squirming and gasping in his lap. Your walls fluttered and pulsed around his cock as you rode through your orgasm. Under you, Joelâs breath became shallower and his grunts more restrained, and even in your cloud of ecstasy you knew he was close.
âFuck, âm cominââ he let out, quickly lifting you off his cock before he spilled hot cum onto your tummy and mound, his panting moan deep and guttural. It was hot and sticky and suffocating in a good way.
As the sun set over LA, you and Joel found refuge in each other under the pink and orange sky. Your panting breaths slowed to a still comforting silence as you held each other close, and you knew that there was nowhere else youâd rather be.
You had been unable to see it before, or simply just unwilling to let yourself see it, but the answer had been on the tip of your tongue all along. Joel had been the missing piece of your puzzle, the part you'd never even known you'd needed until he'd slotted himself securely into that space, completing your life in a way your family had never been able to. Being with Joel felt right, and if there was one thing you did know, was that no matter what your uncle said or did, or what your parents would think, you were done making sacrifices.Â
And so you laid in Joel's arms, your chest unraveling with the relief of the knowledge that for maybe the first time in your life, you were making a choice entirely for yourself, and that, given the chance, you would choose Joel, every day, for the rest of your life.
and that's the end <3 if this was a movie we'd slowly fade to a drone shot of LA while cher's cover of "lay baby lay" starts playing as the credits roll over the cityscape.
i hope this was okay, and that the ending was satisfying and that you liked it? as always feedback as a comment, in the tags, as an ask or reply is very much appreciated, and they make me super happy! <3 i'm very curious to hear your thoughts about this! <3
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WELL HELLO THIS IS MY FIRST F1 BLURB đ„č iâm kinda nervous idk why but i hope you like it! i left this open for a part two so lmk if thatâs something youâd like to see
btw this is obviously inspired by taylor and joe breakup and taylor and travis lol, also harry ilysm sorry for making you the villain here, anyways, ENJOY!
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yourinstagram THE SPINNIN TOUR STATRS IN 10 DAYS đ„Čđ€ who am i seeing there??
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ynfan1 SO FUCKING EXCITED
conangray LETS GO đ„
ynfan2 this is going to be the biggest concert tour in history and iâm so serious
âł ynfan1 i mean the pre sale broke ticketmaster, three stadium dates on each city sold out. itâs going to be insane
harryfan1 i canât wait for the boyfriend harry content this tour is going to give us
ynfan3 sheâs getting ready to make history
annetwist â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
harryfan2 soooo ready to see harry at the vip box on opening night and all the other nights
dualipa an angel đ€
oliviarodrigo đ
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harryupdates Harry out in London today !
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harryfan1 MY BUUUUB
ynfan1 what is he doing in london??? the spinnin tour starts today
harryfan2 HARRY GET YOUR ASS TO ARIZONA RN
ynfan2 heâs not attending opening night :(
harryfan3 what is he mad about lol
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yourinstagram 7th night of the spinnin tour done ! houston thank you so much for your love and your loud singing, iâm making the best memories of my life on this tour thanks to you đ€
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ynfan1 TOUR OF THE CENTURY
conangray this tour changed my life fr
âł ynfan2 BEST OPENING ACT EVER
harryfan1 okay but WHEN is harry doing his spinnin tour debut
âł ynfan1 i wonder the same thing đ€
arianagrande đ€
charles_leclerc I canât wait to see the show đđ»
âł charlesfan1 CHARLES ???
âł charlesfan2 heâs a pop girlie wbk
harryfan2 get your ass to the next show NOW
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people Itâs over đ#YN and #HarryStyles are calling it quits after six years of dating. Tap the link in our bio for the full story.
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harryfan1 WHAT?????
ynfan1 NO WAY
harryfan2 nah i donât believe this
ynfan2 but what about lover??? delicate ??? pov??? so american ??? golden hour ?? paper rings ?? WERE ALL THOSE SONGS NOT REAL
harryfan3 man im so confused right now, how did this happen
ynfan2 lord she must be heartbroken and she has to continue with the tour performing for 70k people every night
harryfan4 this is clearly fake
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profesionalfangirlie UM HELLO I JUST MET CHARLES LECLERC AT YNâS SHOW !!???? istg i just wanted a refill for my lavender haze margarita and he was there in line too WTF ?? #thespinnintour
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charlesfan1 NO WAY đđđ
ynfan1 THIS IS SUCH A SLAY
ynfan2 yn is a celebrity to celebrities
charlesfan2 HES SUCH A FANBOY
charlesfan3 i need to see him trading friendship bracelets
charlesfan4 HOTTEST MAN ALIVE
ynfan3 heâs about to experience the best show of his life
charlesfan5 THE CONTENT WE DESERVE
ynfan3 WAS HE AT THE VIP TENT??
âł profesionalfangirlie i think heâs up there in a suite of the stadium with family and friends
âł charlesfan1 OHHHH
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charlesupdates âI wanted to give YN a friendship bracelet with my number on it, since I knew her shows were all about friendship bracelets. She didnât want to meet me after the show so I took it personal. Other than that the show was completely out of this world, sheâs amazing.â -Charles on attending the Spinnin Tour for Fedez podcast !
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charlesfan1 OMG???
charlesfan2 THIS MAN ISTH
ynfan1 girl wtf why didnât you want to mee him ? @yourinstagram
âł ynfan2 i bet it was a timing thing and not her actively not wanting to meet him đ„č
charlesfan3 is he shooting his shot ???? publicly
charlesfan4 NOT CHARLES BEGGING FOR A CHANCE
ynfan3 this would be such a powerful ship⊠ferrariâs golden boy and the pop princess.. do you see the visionâŠ
âł charlesfan1 I SO DO
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yourinstagram last night of the spinnin tour in the us đ„čđ„č you can tell by my fave here that iâm going to miss these crowds every single day. THANK YOU for coming to the shows, singing every lyric and making friendship bracelets, all the memories we made together will stay with me forever đ LATIN AMERICA YOUâRE NEXT đČđœđŠđ·đ§đ·
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ynfan1 IM SOBBINGGGGGG
ynfan2 IM SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT SHOWS
arianagrande easily the best show anyone has ever put on, love you sister đ€
theweeknd The GOAT đ
ynfan3 she finished her stadium tour after getting out of a 6 year long relation and being completely heartbroken. she loves her art more than anything
âł ynfan1 she can do it with a broken heart because sheâs THAT good
charles_leclerc Congratulations, excited for whatâs coming next đđ»
âł charlesfan1 CHARLIE ???
âł charlesfan2 WHATS GOING ON đ
ynfan4 harry styles you have nothing on her
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ynupdates YN AND CHARLES LECLERC OUT AND ABOUT TONIGHT !!!
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ynfan1 HUHHHH???
ynfan2 GOOD GOD
charlesfan1 IS THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENING
ynfan3 wow and some people clowned him when he said he wanted to give yn a bracelet with his number
harryfan1 sheâs dating someone already ??? wow
âł ynfan1 she has all the right do it especially after realizing that she wasted 6 years of her life with someone who never made any sacrifice for her
âł charlesfan1 ntm that charles has done more in what a week??? (commenting on her posts, holding hands in public, not making her run from the paps) than harry did in 6 years
âł harryfan2 i will always mourn ynrry
ynfan3 IM SOOO HERE FOR YNS WAG ERA
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yourinstagram my first race đ i had the best time with the best peopleđ€
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ynfan1 OMFGGGGG
charlesfan1 the jacket ????? the bracelet ????? the last pic ????? INSANIYY
dualipa â€ïžâđ„â€ïžâđ„
ynfan2 THIS IS SO SERIOUS ALSJAKA
harryfan1 she never posted harry in their 6 years together but she posts dumps about her rebound đ
âł ynfan1 as if harry wasnât an ass who never wanted their relationship to be publicly acknowledged, bffr
ynfan2 IM SO HAPPY FOR HER
charlesfan2 i lowkey love this, charles is proof that persistence is key
charles_leclerc â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
âł charlesfan1 AHHHHHH
âł charlesfan3 I CANT DO THIS
ynfan3 idk if theyâre dating but itâs so good to see her proudly attending events and posting about them and not hiding to please the person sheâs with
leclerc_pascale Belle đ€
âł charlesfan1 MAAAANNNN ITS SERIOUS
lilyhme queenie âïž
âł ynfan1 told ya she was going to befriend all the wags đ
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charles_leclerc Perfect race â€ïž
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charlesfan1 LOML
ynfan1 perfect bc yn was there so true
arthur_leclerc đđ»
charlesfan2 checo in the back is killing me
ynfan2 HARD LAUNCH YN ON INSTA NOW !!!
leclerc_pascale â€ïž
harryfan1 youâll never be harry
charlesfan3 i need yn on every race now
yourinstagram đđđâ€ïžâđ„
âł ynfan1 HEEEEELP
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When I Say Forever àŒ jjk (m)
â Summary: Todayâs your wedding day and the slightly shy yet handsome, doe-eyed stranger who chased after you when you dropped your wallet on the street three years ago just happens to be the man standing before you today.
Original request: can you please write something about oc's and Jungkook's wedding? Your readers just need to witness it. We would highly appreciate it. Thank you!
pairing: jungkook x reader
genre/AU: fluff, smut, wedding au
word count: 4,696
warnings: a cute wedding where jungkook gets emotional and is very eager to be married, they get a little scolded during the ceremony ahaha, jk is romantic and prepares something very special for his lovely bride, mentions of absence of parents on oc's side (nothing gets too deep but I chose to go this route due to the very real factor that parents aren't always around), and finally sexual content bc come on it their wedding night đ„ș
sexual warnings: soft dom!jk, sub!reader, swearing, explicit s*x, jk asks for consent bc yeah i don't even need to justify it, f*ngering, oral (both m. and f., multiple orgasms, dry humping, t*tty suck, heavy making out, overstimulation, possessive!kook, m*ssionary, c*wgirl, oc claws at his back which jk seems to have a kink for, a little bit of steamy rivalry at the end (just a hint), our kook is attentive even though it gets kinda rough
now playing: My You by jjk
a/n: my you has been one of my on repeat songs and im not sorry. Also, thank you for the request, i hope this is alright! Anyway pls enjoy! â€
Dozens of cherry blossom trees are sky-high in the air, covering you as you walk down the aisle in the grass. Some of the blush pink and white blossoms shake from branches every few steps to shower over you in a cascading effect. The temperature is also perfect, a steady 68 degrees.
This is why you and Jungkook chose to marry in the springâit was beautiful.
You look to your left, then to your right. Rows of seats filled with family, friends, and co-workers stare at you in awe. The only two people missing, however, are your parents.
With the passing of your father years ago and your mother's absence in your life since then, your half of the guest list isnât extensive by any means. It's for those reasons that you both agreed a small wedding would be ideal.
Still, even with the minimized guest list, you find it difficult to hold eye contact with any of them. It's not because you're nervous exactlyâyou simply donât believe your reality is real.
Was this another one of your silly dreams?
Are you going to wake up just as you reach the front?
You keep your eyes straight ahead and towards the man who's waiting for you with tightly clasped hands. He makes all your worries melt away in that instant.
No, you remind yourself. This isn't a dream.
The veil youâre wearing drags on the ground behind you and flows over the small train of your delicate, white gown. You chose a form-fitting sheath dress thatâs made from the softest satin fabric. Its clean, sharp lines allow the semi-deep-v neckline to appear more elegant than revealing.
The closer you get the more Jungkookâs cheeks wet with his tears. He knew he was going to cry today. But he was hoping itâd happen towards the end so he could see you walking down the aisle to him without his vision blurring.
âHi,â he whispers to you once youâre fully in front of him. He wipes his face with his thumbs as subtly as he can.
You bow to each other in greeting and, with the request to join hands from your officiant, you hand your bouquet of fresh-cut flowers to your maid of honor and place your hands in his gentler ones.
âHi,â you reply, equally quiet and with a small smile.
Jungkookâs dark, raven hair parts in the middle with a few strands tastefully out of place. Heâs wearing a black, pin-stripped suit with a matching vest and plain black tie. The white dress shirt underneath is buttoned all the way up to the top too and heâs kept all his piercings in, including his lip ring. Heâs unbelievably handsomeâand heâs yours.
When your officiant begins making the welcome speech, the guests settle down in their seats all at once. Yet you and Jungkook keep whispering to each other as softly as you can.
âYou look amazing.â His thumbs rub soothing circles over the top of your knuckles.
âSo do you.â Your gaze holds his reddened ones. The fact that heâs still on the verge of tears causes you to form watery eyes as well. But you blink them back. âI canât believe this is happening.â
âI know. I feel the same way.â He pauses and grins at you. âDid you see who came with whom?â He gives a side-eye, gesturing at Jimin, one of his best men.
âI saw.â You and Jungkook start giggling at once because the person who Jimin brought as his plus one is perhaps the most annoying person in the world to himâyour co-worker whoâs had an insane crush on him for the last year. They insisted that Jimin be a âgentlemanâ and show them a good time while at your wedding.
âDo you think theyâllâŠyou know,â you wiggle your eyebrows suggestively to finish the sentence.
Jungkook shakes his head lightly. âI donât know, maybe. I canât really bother to think about whoâll sleep with who when youâre gonna be the one under me tonight.â
Though he says it with the most sincere tone, more endearing than flirty, you swallow hard. Itâs not your first time with Jungkook but youâre unsure what to expect tonight. Youâll be his wife after this.
âWhy do you get to top?â you mouth.
Jungkook gives a half-smirk.âWhy do you pretend to hate it?â
You open your mouth to form a response but the harsh clearing of a throat behind Jungkook orders you to stop.
âEveryone-ahem-can hear you,â Taehyung coughs. âStop it for god sake.â
âYes, if the bride and groom could please save the after-wedding affairs for later, we can move forward with the ceremony. Thankfully I don't see many children in the crowd today,â the officiant adds as humorously as she can and the crowd chuckles.
Oh god. You bite down on your tongue to keep from embarrassing the two of you further.
Once your officiant is able to finish her welcome speech she turns her attention to you. "__ do you want to marry Jungkook, to be your husband, to love and to cherish all the days of your life, today, tomorrow, and always?Â
"I do. Yes."
She looks at Jungkook afterward. "Jungkook do you want to marry __, to be your wife, to love and to cherish all the days of your life, today, tomorrow, and always?Â
He stares at you, wordless for a moment as every memory between the two of you hits him like a tidal wave. His hand starts shaking in yours, and tears start spilling from his eyes again.
"You okay?" You whisper and this time it's your turn to rub soothing circles on his hands, calming him down.
"Yeah," he sniffs. "I just never imagined myself to be standing here today. I love you so much."
Your officiant decides it's best to wait for the right time to speak but Jungkook smiles at her softly. "That means yes by the way," he jokes and the guests laugh in unison.
She turns to the ring bearer, aka Namjoon's eight-year-old son who stands on Jungkook's left by his father. "May we have the rings please?"
The boy walks over to her, hands over the small gold bands, then returns to his previous position.
"The couple will now exchange rings as a symbol of their love and devotion. I understand they have prepared their own vows thus binding promises to love, honor, and cherish one another. __, please place this ring on Jungkookâs finger and when you're ready you may begin."
You take the ring and begin slipping it on Jungkook's finger. "They say when you marry someone you become one. You consider each other in every decision, make compromises for the other, and be the strength when the other cannot. We've been together for three years now Jungkook, doing those exact things and I couldn't fathom stopping now. I love you and I promise I'll always be here next to you, however and whenever you need."
"Jungkook," your officiant hands him your ring. "Please place this ring on __âs finger and when you're ready you may begin."
"When I saw you years ago, waiting at the crosswalk, I thought you were the most beautiful and intriguing person I'd ever seen in my life." He puts the ring on your fourth finger. "And then you dropped your wallet and it gave me the best opportunity to approach you. Little did I know, the sight of a man running after would make you run too. But you took my number in the end and three years later, the love of my life is standing before me. Everything I am and have belongs to you __, always and forever."
Your officiant smiles at you both as Jungkook struggles to keep his distance from you a few seconds longer. He's been waiting for this very moment since the day you agreed to be his boyfriend. He just can't take it any longer!
"In the presence of...oh for the love of might," your officiant stops mid-sentence when she sees Jungkook shuffling his feet closer and closer towards you. "Never in my twenty years of performing marriages have I seen a groom this eager to get married. Go ahead and kiss your wife hun! Mr. and Mrs. Jeon Jungkook everyone!"
Massive grin on his face, Jungkook grabs your waist and dips you low into a romantic kiss. The crowd goes wild at the dramatic gesture, whistling and clapping behind you.
After about a million more tears, speeches, first dances, a surprise song preformed by the wedding party, and Jungkook practically ripping off the lace garter around your thigh with his teeth, the wedding festivities come to an end. But not before you both find yourself being guided to a secret place led by Taehyung.
The wedding party insisted you be blindfolded beforehand. So here you are, almost pitch black out and clinging to Jungkook's arm.
"I don't understand why I need to be blindfolded and you don't," you say.
"I'm not sure," he replies. "Maybe they got you a gift or something."
"We're here! Stop!" You hear Taehyung shout from a few feet ahead and Jungkook freezes in place. You're body jolts forward a little with the sudden pause.
"__." Jungkook calls your name softly. "Open your eyes."
You flutter your lids open and at first, the sight before you is hazy as you adjust to the night sky. But then, your jaw drops to the ground.
In front of you is a charming river surrounded by perfectly arched cherry blossoms with lanterns hanging from the branches. All the lanterns illuminate the entire length of the stream, including around the bends and curves. At the edge of the stream is a small dock where a wooden row boat floats with a set of oars inside.
"Oh my god." Your eyes trail as far down the river as you can. You've only ever seen this in movies, so you're incredibly overwhelmed by the sight. "Jungkook, are we-are we going in there?"
He watches as you openly gape at the scene in front of you. "What do you think? Do you like it?"
You whip your head in his direction. "Are you kidding? It's amazing! Did you know about this?"
His big grin tells you everything you need to know.
"He planned everything himself," Namjoon speaks up. "Come on, your boat's waiting. It'll take you all the way to one of the best hotels in Seoul. I know you're going on your honeymoon tomorrow but we thought a night up in a five-star hotel might be nice. Unless you want to go back to Jungkook's house of course but...we kinda already grabbed your suitcases for the trip and had them put in your room."
"You're serious?"
"Dead serious __."
You snake your arms out Jungkook's arm and swing them around him. "I can't thank you enough for doing this, Joon."
He places a gentle hand on your upper back. "Of course, but like I said. Jungkook planned everything so you should thank him more than me." He laughs and breaks away from you when he sees the younger man eyeing the two of you excruciatingly close. "I think your husband would like you back now."
Jungkook comes up behind you and sneakily slips your hand in his tatted one. "Are you ready?" He gestures towards the boat.
You nod and he pulls you towards the dock, helping you into the boat first when you approach it. He sits across from you after and grabs the oars of the boats, lowering them into the water one at a time.
"Wait!" Taehyung lunges over the edge of the boat with something small and black in his palm. "Don't forget this." He clips a tiny microphone to his shirt and you scrunch your eyebrows.
"What's this about?" You ask.
Taehyung only half-smirks at you and backs away from the boat. "We'll see you when you come back from the honeymoon okay? Have fun! But please, for the sanity of us all, don't text us any details. In the words of the wise, keep the private things private!"
Jungkook laughs and starts rowing the boat forward and down the stream. You, on the other hand, wave goodbye to everyone as you drift further and further away from the dock.
"So, husband," you sit with your elbows on your knees. "What's the mic for?"
Jungkook doesn't reply but shushes you instead. He tests the mic a couple of times before soft music comes from either side of you. Apparently, there are stereos lined down the banks of the river.
When he starts singing, you cover your mouth in overwhelming joy.
"Summer has already spread in the air
Breeze is already blowing.
The last cold snap is going out
The days were getting longer and longer
But my days were still going on and on and on
I got wet in the sunshower, I looked up at the night sky..."
At this moment the lanterns start twinkling, reflecting like raindrops in the water. You look all around you, taking in the change of atmosphere. Jungkook's cool eyes focus on you intently as he continues serenading you.
"It was quite a lonely night
In the blink of an eye, the dark faded out
Blooming under the sunlight
Memories with me and you..."
The boat rows left and you peer over your shoulder. Taehyung and the rest of the wedding party are barely visible by now. When you look ahead again, you see that you're about to go under a stone bridge. On the other side are more cherry blossom trees and a glimpse of downtown Seoul.
"All these lights are colored in by you
All these times are precious due to you
Four seasons have passed with you
Four scents were left 'cause of you
All the reasons why I can laugh out
All the reasons why I sing this song
Thankful to be by your side now
I'll try to shine brighter than now..."
Jungkook rows the two of you closer to the city as he finishes his song, passing a number of other couples taking night strolls together. The wind blows a little but it doesn't make you shiver at allâhis voice warms your soul.
And when you lean in to kiss him once the boat reaches the dock near the hotel, fingers grazing his cheeks, your body yearns to be near his.
It takes little to no time for the two of you to find your hotel room. Jungkook swipes your keycard in the door and in you both go, your hand shamelessly yanks at his tie.
He presses you up the back of the door once it's locked shut and kisses you with a fiery passion. It's different from all the other times; neither rough nor soft, as he sucks on your bottom lip, eagerly begging to deepen the kiss.
"Kook," you let out a muffled moan when his tongue finds its way into your mouth. It's a wrestle at first, your tongues toying with each other. And once you get the hint that he's not about to back down you start threading your fingers through his hair.
"I love it when you do that," he groans and pushes himself against your body, grinding his growing bulge against your center.
You whine against his lips and grind your hips back into his. "I know you do," you tease and a strong pair of hands wander your waist before traveling behind to grip your ass.
You yelp when he squeezes your cheeks and starts rutting himself into you faster. He moves his pillowy lips to the side of your neck too, peppering you with kisses from the the sensitive area right below your earlobe and all the way down to your collarbone.
"Fuck," he grunts, nothing short of frustrated, when your dress stops him from kissing down any further. The hands gripping your ass move up to find the zipper of your gown. "Please, baby, can I remove it?"
"Yes, go ahead," you nod and retract your hands from his hair to let the gown fall off your shoulders. Jungkook watches lustfully as your bare breasts are revealed to him little by little. He's seen them a million times but each time is always like his first, his eyes never fail to dilate.
"Perfect," you hear him whisper under his breath. And when the gown pools to the ground around your feet with a heavy thump, he can't hold himself back any longer.
He needs you.
One by one he starts tearing off his suit jacket, then his vest and leather belt until he's left standing in nothing else left except his black underwear. His muscles bulge without even having to flex and his pecs are more than solid.
If he weren't the love of your life, you'd say he was damn intimidating. Yet the pleasure you get from simply viewing his perfectly toned body is ridiculous and what pushes you further is the gold band wrapped around his fourth finger.
Jungkook must be feeling the same as his hands are back on your hips in the seconds following, pushing you to the wall adjacent to the door and attacking the area near your collarbone again with his plushy lips. You whine when his large pecs rub against your pebbled nipples.
"God what have you been lifting these day Jeon? Half of Seoul?" You rest your hands on his biceps which tense at the touch.
"Uh uh," he tsks in response. "Can't call me that anymore. We share the same name now." He kisses your shoulder then moves his mouth over to a nipple. He licks one first, teasing it with the tip of his tongue until you moan for him to keep going.
"You have such soft boobies," he comments before finally sucking on one. Your head falls back from the pleasure it sends up your spine.
"Do you have to say it like that?"
He switches to the other breast, licking and sucking it firmly like the he'd done previously. "What's wrong with boobies? I like the word."
You chuckle and decide to let him have his fun. Pick you battles __, you hum to yourself.
Jungkook tugs at the string of your underwear after placing one last kiss atop each boob. He slowly pulls the thin material down your legs at your consent and you step out from them.
"Lean against the wall and throw your leg over my shoulder," he tells you on bended knees.
You do as he says, swinging a leg over his shoulder. The movement has his head face to face with your cunt which is not in the least bit dry from all the teasing and grinding earlier.
Jungkook sticks a finger in his mouth, wetting it with his spit and then rubs it back and forth between your folds. The lubrication mixes with your own arousal.
"Jungkook," you whine when he doesn't sink his finger in right away, despite the fact that you're well prepared for it.
He blinks at you through his lashes with a devious smirk. "What?" He asks. "You don't like this?"
"I do but I need more. Please," you beg. "Fingers. In me. Please."
He groans at the way your voice seems to crack the more you beg. Well, he's made you wait long enough. Jungkook pushes his finger into your velvet walls all at once, dragging it back and forth in search of your sweet spot.
He knows he's found it when you instantly buck your hips and the leg that's over his shoulder reflexively clamps down on him.
"Right here?" He curls his finger inside you and it has your pussy already throbbing for him. You don't even have to ask for a second finger before he does the honors himself, sliding another into you then proceeding to make a scissoring motion with both digits. "Or here?" He asks again.
"Anywhere," you barely make out through your gasps. "Just don't stop what you're doing."
"What if I wanna lick your pussy?" He pumps his fingers faster all while maintaining focus on your face. "Make you come all over my tongue."
"God Kook, do whatever you want," you reply and it's all the push he needs to remove his fingers from out of you to replace it with his mouth. "Fuck!" You cry as he desperately licks long stripes up your slippery folds, tongue dipping inside for additional pleasure.
He repeats the motion several times until he decides its not enough and sucks on your clit.
"Oh, that feels so good, fuck, fuck Jungkook," you moan with eyes closed and a shaky breath.
Your legs start trembling as your first orgasm of the night builds inside. It gets closer and closer as Jungkook works faster and faster before finally, the cord inside you breaks free.
Jungkook happily swallows as much of your cum as he can. He uses his wrist to wipes his mouth after, cleaning up any leftover.
"First time eating my wife out," he starts, guiding your leg over his shoulder back on the ground. "What a fucking turn on."
Jungkook stands up and pulls you into an embrace with both hands, your bare bodies press tight against each other. Then, without any warning, he swoops up your legs with one hand supporting your lower back and lifts your into his arms.
"Kook!" You call his name in suddeness of the action.
"Yes? What is it wife?" He carries you to the large, king size bed that's covered in rose petals and lays you on top. His handsome face leans over you with careful, attentive eyes while a hand reaches for one of the soft pillows nearby to slip under your head.
It's now that the weight of the moment hits you, as if you've just doven off a steep cliff and head first into the rushing rapids of the ocean.
"I love you," you say.
Jungkook sticks his thumbs in the band of his underwear and pushes it down until he can easily remove them. He's fully hard when he crawls over top of you after, and places his hands on either side of your head.
"I love you too." He lowers his head to capture your lips into a deep kiss. "Now," he continues, sitting up on his knees and shimmying his thighs up your frame. "I think I might need some help here."
He grips his pulsating length, tan tip leaking with pre-cum. You widen your mouth gladly and he shoves his length to the back of your throat.
"Mm!" You gag but to say you hate it would be a lie.
Jungkook doesn't move at first, letting you get used to the weight of his cock on your tongue first. He bites his lip as you hallow your cheeks the best you can.
"I don't want to come, I just want it wet okay?" He tells you and you nod in understanding. "Fuck, so good," he lets out a throaty growl after the first thrust.
You suck him as hard as you can as he fucks your mouth at a steady pace, making sure his cock will be nice and well-lubricated with your spit this time.
"Can't believe we're married," he thrusts faster, teeth clenching together. "My wife, mine forever. No one else can have you. I won't let them."
You blink your glassy eyes at him, thighs struggling to rub together due to the arousal pooling between your legs for the tenth time tonight.
You love him so fucking much.
Jungkook pulls himself out of your mouth while you're in thought, a string of spit following. He backs himself down your body until he can properly hover over you in a straddling position.
"Legs up," he commands and you wrap them around his waist in a criss-cross position. His wetted length finds your entrance with little guidance and pushes forward, stretching your walls so deliciously well.
"Oh my god," you shudder as his cock sinks all the way in thanks to both of you being incredibly worked up and lubricated. Your hands fly under his arms after two thrusts, to grip his back. "Fuck, you're so deep Kook."
"I know, holy shit," he grunts and beats himself into you. He likes the feeling of your body bouncing up and down underneath him so leans down on his elbows to fuck you faster and harder. "I think this might be the deepest I've been in you baby, so wet for meâfuck!"
He moans loudly when your nails claw his back. "Shit I'm sorry!" You relax your fingers immediately when he winces at the slight pain.
"No," he nips at your jaw. "I like it, keep doing it. Mark me up." He snaps his hips into yours and you claw at his back again, harsher than the last time; not enough to hurt him but enough to make him moan in your ear over and over again.
"Jungkook! Too much," you pant as he burries his head in your neck, trailing hot open mouth kisses to the area. "It's too much, I'm gonna come!"
"Fuck, that's the goal baby!"
"Yeah but, don't wanna come so sooâ"
He shuts you up with his tongue shoving between you lips, kissing you with a purpose. You's body squirms at the pleasure and you find yourself clenching around his thick length that yes, twitches in response.
"Three years together and you still think I'll give you one round and call it quits. Since when baby?" He groans as he feels himself achingly close to his high (you too). "Tell me, since fucking when?" He emphasizes once more.
You're too lost in how close you are to your second orgasm to give him an answer.
"That's right, never."
One hard thrust later and you come on his length. It takes little time before he releases in you as well, yet he continues his pace.
"That's one down," Jungkook says, riding out both your orgasms which slowly works you up to another. "Not including any eating out. And if my memory serves our record is five. Don't you think we should surpass that now that we're legally bonded to each other Mrs. Jeon? In sickness and in health was it?"
"I'm still trying to recover from the first two orgasms I had tonight, including the fingering and you relentless dry humping."
"Baby," he coos. "My sweet baby, come here." With both arms Jungkook lifts your body with his until you're both in an upright, seated position. Your legs that were once wrapped around his waist rest on the mattress as he thrust up into your cunt. "Don't you know I just want to make you feel good? Why recover when you can be wrecked so heavenly over and over again?"
You moan and squeeze your hands on his shoulder. Jungkook studies your face, maintaining slow, calculated thrusts into you.
"Come for me again," he says.
And you do, sticky white liquid dripping down to the base of his cock and onto the sheets under you.
"You enjoyed that didn't you?" He smirks. "Let's see you get on all fours now. I'd love to see how well my wife takes it from behind."
You catch him off guard by pushing on his chest and guiding him flat on his back. "Mm no," you refuse him. "I think I'd like to get a taste of my husband as a bottom instead."
Jungkook's cock hardens inside you and his fingers settle around your hips as he smirks up at you. "Go ahead then," he tests. "Try getting yourself off."
"You think I can't do it?" You narrow your eyes and grind forward on his cock, earning you a deep growl from your new husband.
"We'll see how long you'll last before I have to flip you on your back and take over," he spats. "But good luck beautiful."
With a huff and determination in your eyes, you start a strong pace. Jungkook watches you with lustful eyes as you bounce on himâ enjoying the show a little too much.
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âŻyay another charles post, heâs my comfort person forgive me lol my life is insane rn, i am working on some more stuff to post & as usual, requests are open!
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sun and hot weather means itâs a mommy and jules pool dayâ€ïžâ€ïž
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username i die anytime i see jules
francisca.cgomes sheâs getting so bigđ
>y/nâsinsta i know, i wish she would stay small foreverđ„ș
scuderiaferrari soon sheâll be big enough for race cars!!
>charles_leclerc maybe you guys will have a better time convincing y/n of thatđ
>y/nâsinsta nođ
charles_leclerc mes jolies fillesâ€ïžâ€ïž
charles_leclerc i miss you both
>y/nâsinsta few more days chĂ©rie â€ïž
username charles is such a good dadđđ
landonorris if jules goes missing this weekend, it wasnât međ
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je suis lĂ oĂč je dois ĂȘtre, je t'aimerai toujours, toi et ta maman, je ferai de mon mieux pour que tu sois en sĂ©curitĂ© et heureux. Tu es mon universâ€ïž
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username IM TOO YOUNG FOR BABY FEVER
landonorris mate warn a guy before you post like this
>carlossainz55 heâs locked himself in his car to cry
>landonorris fake news.
>danielriccardo i have a photo to prove it
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>y/nâsinsta she loves her auntie lily â€ïžâ€ïž
y/nâsinsta charles, i didnât want to cry today, i love you so so much. thank you for loving jules and i each and everyday, we are so lucky to be loved by you. tu es le meilleur papa du mondeâ€ïžâ€ïž
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>charles_leclerc I CANT HELP IT
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go daddy go!! we are so proud of you and know youâll do amazing things today!! itâs also baby jules first time watching the grand prix race! â€ïžâ€ïž
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username that photo of charles?!
username the way he kept looking to check on jules and y/n while they were visiting him in the garageđ„ș
carmenmmundt canât wait to watch the race with little baby julesâ€ïžâ€ïž
>lilyhme me too!!
>francisca.cgomes me three!!
>kellypiquet me four!â€ïž
pierregasly dang all our girls are leaving usđ€Ł
>y/nâsinsta itâs the jules effect
charles_leclerc means so much having you both here to watch today, i love you and jules so muchâ€ïž
>y/nâsinsta we love you more, be safe!
>charles_leclerc always.
>landonorris iâm sick to my stomachđ«
>y/nâsinsta you want the title of julesâs fav uncle?
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Hi loves, if you want more drivers and wags drabbles, don't be shy to request something!
I hope you'll like this one. I will also add a masterlist soon! Please send some requests(can be only driver, drivers and wags or Sainz family), I need some inspiration!
(Wish me luck, I am writing a physics exam tomorrow)
-XoXo
Chaos before her arrival
Chaos. Everywhere at the grid was chaos. People are running left and right. Mercedes mechanics carrying flower bouquets in their garage. McLaren bringing an extra princess like sofa in theirs. Ferrari has three personal chefs at the motorhome.
One might think the royal family is coming to the grand prix. But one wouldn't be so wrong. In fact, Amira Sainz, the paddock princess and littlest sister of Carlos Sainz, was attending her first GP after the winter break.
With staying in Colombia for filming the 3rd season of Narcos, babygirl didn't have a lot of time to attend her big brothers GPs.
On one hand, Carlos was thankful that his baby sister wasn't surrounded by the drivers and their crazy girlfriends.
I mean, can you believe the audacity from Lily and Alex to go shopping with his baby sister because:" Baby, you look so warm, let's get you some shorter clothes to cool you off"(Alex) and "Baby, I saw this really cute handbag for 30k and it reminded me of you. Let's go get it!We can be all matchy-matchy" (Lily)
Or George and Carmen with their "Sweetheart you have to come to London with us. We can have our own tea party the mansion from Downtown Abby and wear our Tommy Hilfiger clothes and...."
Or Pierre and Kika and their "good hearted" invitation to Portugal because, apparently, babygirl is looking too pale. So she has to spend the whole winter break in a villa with only one bedroom (ups) and a private beach with them. Obviously!
But the worst of them all were Charles and Alex. Carlos can't even think about it. The last time his sister came to visit the grid, Charles had the audacity to give her a sparkling pink La Ferrari. And if that wasn't enough, he and Alexandra had to drive her around the city (let's be honest, our girl can't drive. But that's OK, cause she is pretty) with her sitting in Alex lap to "get the full driving experience cherie"
So, as you can see, Carlos wasn't very happy to have his sister attending a GP with these demons around her. His poor angel, nearly getting eaten alive by those monsters (is he dramatic? Yes. Does Carlos care? Absolutely not!)
But Carlos heart, mind and soul hurt the whole time she was in Colombia. What do mean his darling sister isn't by his side or by their family. She's just a baby! What if someone robbed her? Or her car gets stuck? Or worse, she has to go buy things with her OWN money?!
No, Carlos couldn't live with that thought either. So either way, their wasn't really a good solution to his problem.
When he saw all the teams acting crazy, decorating their garages, how his sister likes them and cleaning EVERYTHING, his blood was boiling. His baby, darling sister is staying in HIS team garage, on HIS half. (I'm looking at you, Charles and Alexandra)
However, the last straw for him was when he saw all the wags waiting by the entrance for Amira. They stood at the entrance like hinters waiting for their prey.
Oh Carlos could feel the grey hairs growing
And Amira? During the whole fiasco, babygirl was in the spa getting ready for her exhausting day. Looking pretty the whole time and watching the race IS pretty exhausting. Our poor babygirlđ„ș
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đđđ©đ©đČ đđ§đđąđ§đ | đđĄđđ©đđđ« đđąđŹđ
‷ Subtitle | Obsessed with you
‷ Pairing | Yandere Jungkook x Reader
‷ Genre | Yandere!AU, Dark Romance!AU, Smut (dubcon, noncon), Angst, Kidnapping, Violence, Obsession
âą Ratings | +18 / M (Mature)
‷ Summary | If she had paid attention earlier to the sin that dwelt behind those obsidian irises, she would never have trusted it.
If she had noticed earlier the devouring love that dwelled in his corrupt heart, she probably would have fled.
She had done none of that, and now she had to come to terms with her new reality.
âą Author's Note | This work originated in Italian, so I apologize for any errors you will find, I am not a native english speaker đ„șâ€
Also, this does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.
Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.
âą For Italian tumblr readers, if you are interested in reading this story, please know that it is already on Wattpad in Italian: HAPPY ENDING ITALIAN VERSION
||đđđđŁđ§đđ„ đđđŠđ§||
Chapter One | 13.01.24
Chapter Two | 15.01.24
Chapter Three | 18.01.24
Chapter Four | 20.01.24
Chapter Five | 24.01.24
Chapter Six | 28.01.24
Chapter Seven | 02.02.24
Chapter Eight - The End | 07.02.24
||DRABBLE||
EXTRA 01 | 17.02.24
EXTRA 02 | 02.03.24
||SPIN-OFF||
Dark Moon || P.JM | 09.02.24
© | I do not allow republication or editing of this story by third parties, all rights belong to me, anyone guilty of the crime of plagiarism will be reported and blocked. The same goes for the smartasses who will take pieces of my story without my explicit consent.
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yourusername: aaaand the mystery continues.
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realmadridfem: Misa Rodriguez is out of play due to illness and misses the next few matches. Get well soon!
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Sipping Tea Under the Wisteria Blooms
Materials:
(Homemade) Air dry clay
Needles
Carboard
A4 bond paper
White acrylic paint
Gold acrylic paint
Violet poster paint
Blue poster paint
Clear nail polish
Dollar store wisteria flowers
Lavender gina cloth
A lovely three seated teaset based on the Purple Bloom Teaset from days of bloomâ most commonly known as the Wisteria Teaset. It is complete with a dainty set of three tea cups, a gilded sugar bowl and creamer jug, a lovely tea pot with wisteria petals painted on it, and a tower of golden tea cakes for skykids to enjoy! The white gilded chairs are toped with soft plush lavender pillows, and the table (of similar design is lined with a gilded lavander tablecloth whose design resembles the petals of a wisteria flowers. This tea set is perfect for skykids to relax and idly chat in while the wisterias bloom.
I made this entire teaset for the SoraSky discord serverâs Art Prop-ject contest. And although I wasnât able to join due to forgetting to put in my description and submitting late (EUGHH THE CENTERPIECE KEPT ON FALLING APART ON ME!!!) I am still incredibly proud of how this project turned out đ„čđ„čđ„č I wanted to make the purple bloom tea-set because it was a prop that Iâve been wanting since I was still a moth on sky. It was a memorable time for me, especially when me and my friends would chat under the wisteria tree in Forestâs social spaceđȘ»âš This tea-set was made of love, struggle, sleep deprivation, and lots of planning. It was via this project that i was also able to appreciate the little details and intricacies that skyâs purple bloom tea-set has, giving me a deeper appreciation for the item and the artists behind it đ„ș So despite feeling a bit salty of how it ended, i hope this piece brings happiness to those who see it, just like how we feel when anticipating spring âșïž đ đïž đ±đïžâš [insert moomin reference ahsjshjahaha]
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YOU ARE IN LOVE
Summary: Confessions of love lead to a place you never thought youâd be.
Pairings: Draco Malfoy x fem!Reader
Word count: 6.6kish
Warnings: Idiots to lovers, SMUT (over 3k of it), oral sex (fem!receiving), raw sex, cream pie, multiple orgasms, undertones of Dom!Draco, pretty much making love
A/N: hi!!!! Omg, itâs finally here! Yay!! Hereâs PART 4 of my Heather series. đ„ș my baby!! Iâm so happy for this part. Hopefully you all enjoy. Please let me know what you think at the end!! I love them so much đđ please read the first three parts before this one (linked below) Song for this fic: âYou are in loveâ by Taylor Swift
Also hit 400 followers recently đ„șđ«¶đ» thank you!!
All mistakes are my own. Please do not repost or translate my fics on any other side nor this one.
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The cold November chill felt welcomed on your skin as you stood in the Astronomy tower. You overlooked Hogwarts with a smile, knowing this is the last Thanksgiving youâd ever spend here, but you didnât feel sad right now.Â
You felt grateful for your experience here because not many were that lucky. You had stayed for Thanksgiving break once back in your second year and it was magical. So beautiful. You loved it. Draco had stayed with you then. He never left you alone.Â
But you were alone now. You knew he was back at the Malfoy manor. You watched him leave to catch the train just days ago. You pretended to forget something at the castle as your friends went to the train, but it was just an excuse so nobody would know that you were staying for the holiday.Â
You didnât want Draco finding out. You wanted to be alone.Â
You slowly let your fingers run along the railing, the cold metal against your warm skin making you shiver slightly, and you tug your orange sweater over your palms to warm you up again.Â
Today was Thanksgiving. One of your favorite holidays. You mostly enjoyed it because of the food. But truthfully, who didnât?Â
You were going to miss your mom's homemade Thanksgiving dinner. Especially the apple pie you and your dad always made for the holiday. But Hogwarts is going to have to make do. Youâre sure they wonât disappoint. They never do.Â
You had noticed there were a bit more students that had decided to stay. You were surprised to see so many students in your class. They probably wanted to enjoy their last Thanksgiving here as a student at Hogwarts. You were surprisingly happy to have chosen to stay.Â
You start making your way down to the Great Hall for Thanksgiving dinner. Your belly is begging for food already. You only drank a warm cup of hot chocolate this morning because you loved to wait to eat until dinner time. That way you had more room for the feast.Â
You had chosen to dress up today either way. You had paired your orange oversized sweater with a black skirt, it was one of those fitted ones that you really liked, black sheer leggings, and your pair of black booties. It was simple, but you felt pretty.Â
You had even applied some makeup and styled your hair to your own liking. You even managed to find your cute pair of thanksgiving earrings. They were two little pumpkin pies. You thought it was hilarious when your mom gifted them to you when you were a kid. Youâve worn them every year since.Â
You enter the Great Hall with a smile on your face, the different foods filling your space, you inhale deeply, almost moaning at the thought of eating already, and look around to see where you can sit.Â
You spot the Golden Trio sitting down at the Gryffindor table. Talking amongst themselves enthusiastically and laughing. You noticed all the different students from different houses had all gathered at the same table. You smiled at that and made your way to Harry.
Ron notices you first, his elbow shoving Harry suddenly, Harry whimpering an âOw!â He's about to shove Ron when Ron raises his eyebrows towards you, youâre still smiling as you walk towards them. Harry does the same thing he always does when he sees you.Â
He sits up straighter, fixes his glasses, and smiles at you.Â
âHi, Harry!â You say as you reach them, standing next to Hermoine. Who has an empty seat next to her. She looks up at you, smiling, they all welcome you, âIs this seat taken?âÂ
âNo, of course not!â Harry blubbers out with a rush.Â
Ron and Hermoine snicker at his reaction, Hermoine places her hand on your forearm, âSit, Y/N. Youâre more than welcomed to join us.âÂ
You beam at her as you sit next to her. You both fall into conversation, completely forgetting about Ron and Harry, and gush about different topics. It was so incredibly easy to talk to Hermoine. Even Ron and Harry.Â
They had even admitted to you a couple days ago that they were scared of you because of your friendship with Draco. You laughed loudly when they told you and teased them about it. You had even told them that Draco only puts on a front at them, but was truthfully a nice person. They were hesitant to believe you, but you didnât force your words at them.Â
Ron watches you and Hermoine with wide eyes, he looks at Harry, who looks about the same, âItâs like we donât even exist, mate.â Harry hums in agreement.Â
Soon enough, the long table is filled with the Thanksgiving feast.Â
You gawk at the food in front of you. All the classics. The delicious looking turkey, the honey glazed pineapple ham, sweet potato casserole with brown butter on top, extra cheesy Mac and cheese, mash potatoes, corn casserole, and everything pumpkin flavored.Â
Pumpkin pie, pumpkin juice, pumpkin cookies, pumpkin topping. It was overwhelming.Â
You noticed your favorite butterbeer cookies eyeing you already. You reached over to grab some before they finished.Â
You all start digging into the food, you enjoy a little bit of everything until you feel satisfied.Â
The talks and laughter around you never stops. You feel happy with a belly full of food and a mouth filled with laughter.Â
The Great Hall starts emptying slowly and you feel someone sit down next to you, you turn with a smile, and it doesnât falter when you see Cedric. Dressed in his favorite Hufflepuff sweater and scarf combo along with a dazzling smile.Â
You turn to face him, tilting your head on your arm, âHi!âÂ
âHi,â he chuckles out with crinkling eyes.Â
You were happy that thankfully Cedric was okay with being only friends with you. It was a slightly awkward conversation the next night after what had happened she tween you two. Or what had almost happened.Â
He had caught you on your way back to the Slytherin quarters, you had both gone to sit at one of the benches in the hall, and spoke openly about the past events.Â
You apologized profusely about what had happened and he stopped you midway so he could apologize. He repeatedly asked you if you had felt he had taken advantage of you. With careful reassurance that you had consented to what had happened, every step of the way, and explained to him how you didnât think it was fair to either of you to pursue something when your heart was truthfully with someone else.Â
He didnât ask who, but you knew that he knew.Â
âHow are you doing?â You ask him, nibbling on a butterbeer cookie.Â
âIâm doing alright, are those good?â He questions curiously, you had him a piece, and he chews on it and rolls his eyes back, âBloody brilliant, yeah?âÂ
âIndeed,â you hum back with a chuckle.Â
Easy conversation flows between you two about the end of the semester and how lovely it is to be here for the Holidays. You both agreed that it was the right choice to stay here and that maybe youâd both stay again for Christmas. You had never stayed for Christmas and the Trio said they were going to stay as well.Â
âIâm staying then,â you state happily, sipping on your pumpkin juice, and laughing at Ronâs comments to Hermione about something ridiculous.Â
Hermoine nudges you suddenly, you look at her confused, her face falling as sheâs looking towards the Great Hall double doors, and you turn quickly to see whatâs sheâs looking at.Â
You feel your heart drop to your stomach when you see Draco standing there. Heâs wearing his sweater, your favorite one, black slacks, and you notice his hair is loose and framing his forehead in curls.Â
His eyes are already on you.Â
You furr your eyebrows in confusion as you wonder what heâs doing here. You look around at your friends, who are looking at you in confusion, only knowing the bare minimum of what you had told them. But they knew something was going on between you two.Â
âExcuse me,â you say quickly, grabbing your extra butterbeer cookies, and walk towards Draco.Â
He waits for you at the entrance and immediately follows you as you walk out.Â
You stop in the empty hallway, âWhat are you doing here?â You question him as you try to keep your voice steady.Â
You fumble with the cookies in your hand, not wanting to look up at him, and he sighs deeply above you.Â
âMy mother told me you were spending the holiday here. Why didnât you tell me? You couldâve come home with me.âÂ
You huff, âNo, I couldnt.âÂ
âWhy not? Because weâre in a fight?â Dracoâs tone is not harsh, but in disbelief. You avoid his gaze and look to the side.Â
âIt doesnât matter if weâre in a fight. Youâre my best friend and I donât want you to be alone on one of your favorite holidays.âÂ
âIâm not aloneâŠIâm with my friends,â you reply quickly, brushing your hair away from your face, and trying to keep your heart from racing.Â
âAnd what am I?âÂ
You finally look up at him when he says that. His gray eyes peering at you, his lips turned down into a frown, and he waits for your reply. You notice his fingertips are itching to grab your wrists. His hands go into tight fists to keep them to himself.Â
Your heart skips a beat because you miss him so much. Itâs only been over a week that youâve spoken to him. Been in his bed.Â
But it feels like a lifetime and itâs slowly killing you.Â
You tilt your head to the side as you watch him, the corners of your lips frowning, your eyes taking him in, âYouâre⊠youâre my Draco.âÂ
You both start casually walking down the hall, you both on instinct go towards the peach three in the courtyard, and you both sit down on the bench under the tree.
You shiver slightly as the cold wind brushes against your warm cheeks and Draco silently curses at himself for not bringing a coat with him to the Great Hall.Â
You turn to face him, still holding your cookies in your hands, and look at him. Your heart feels heavy as you both stare at each other.Â
His eyes look into yours with such sadness in them that it makes you want to curl into a ball and weep. You feel yourself starting to shake slightly because of how nervous you feel.Â
Is this the end? The real end between you two?Â
âHey,â his voice startles you, soft and sweet, his hands finally inch towards you, and he takes your free one into his warm palms. His big hand covering yours completely.Â
âWhy are you shaking? Itâs just me,â he whispers as he pushes a stray hair away from your face, his thumb caressing your cheek slightly, you feel yourself flush underneath his gaze, and you shuffle on the bench.Â
âI feel this way because of you,â you admit, not breaking eye contact with him.Â
âIâŠâ Draco starts to say, but quickly stops talking when he notices a couple people walking around the halls and chatting in the corridor as well.Â
He doesnât let go of your hand, âWe should go somewhere more private.âÂ
âLike where?â
He opens his mouth, but closes it. His jaw locks, his eyes slowly avert from yours, but then he looks back. Your eyebrows raise in confusion as you wait for him to speak.
âWhat about my room?â His voice filled with uncertainty.Â
You still. You havenât set foot in his room since the argument you last had in there. You hadnât even bothered to go and get your things that you had left there. You hadnât wanted to face him yet.Â
A part of you wants to go back in there. You miss the warmth and comfort you felt there.Â
Lately, all youâve felt is loneliness as you sleep alone every night in the empty bed in your big room.Â
The emptiness of his side next to you never left your mind. You find yourself nodding, he gets up, you follow, and he leads you towards his room.Â
He stops in front of the door after walking up the steps, you behind him, and he whispers his password to the painting in front of the door.Â
He whispers your favorite spell.
Your heart tugs a bit that he didnât change it. You know it hasnât been that long, but itâs been the longest time the both of you have gone without each other.Â
He opens the door and the sweet smell of apples mixed with cinnamon and vanilla fills your senses. You let your eyes close slightly, inhaling the mesmerizing scent, and you follow him inside his room.Â
He walks around the room and you stand near the door, feeling a bit awkward, not knowing what to do anymore in this room, and you watch him.Â
He peers at you as he sits in his emerald green loveseat, he gestures to the matching chair in the corner of the room, and you start walking towards it. You glance around the room, taking notice that all your belongings are still in the same place, and you wish they werenât.Â
You secretly wish he had already packed up your belongings into a box to make this easier. You sit down and set your cookies onto the table in between you two.Â
âDo you want some tea or coffee?â He asks as heâs about to stand up to make some.Â
âNo, itâs okay.âÂ
He pauses and sits back down. He turns his body towards you, his leg bouncing up and down, and he lets out a deep sigh.Â
A couple minutes pass with you both sitting in silence. You gulp down your nerves and open your mouth to speak.Â
âDraco?â You ask.Â
Your voice fills his ears like sweet honey. âYes?âÂ
âWhy am I here?â You question him as you let out a sigh.Â
âIâm a coward,â he blurts out, turning his face to look at you, you frown.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âI am a coward. Draco Malfoy is a coward.âÂ
You adjust yourself into your seat, placing one leg underneath your bottom, and fully face him.
âDraco,â you say, reaching over to him and taking his hand in both of yours. âWhat are you talking about?âÂ
His hand grips yours, âThe last time you were here⊠You, uh, you asked me if I ever thought about doing.. what we do⊠with, umm, someone else.â Your eyes furr because Draco is fumbling with his words and he never does.Â
âI remember,â you tell him, a pang in your chest when you remember what he said after you asked him that last time.Â
âWell.. I.. I, uh, I lied to you.âÂ
You sit up straight. His eyes racing over your face, taking in your different expressions, âI know I insinuated that I thought about doing that with Heather, but I lied. Iâve never thought about doing what we do with anybody else. Ever.âÂ
You scoff at him, not believing him, âWhat are you going off about, Draco? Youâve fancied Heather since the day you met her.â You try to pull your hand out of his, but he grips onto it.
âI told you that day that I never thought about doing this with someone else and I meant it. I know I said I fancied Heather, but I swear.. I⊠I never have.â
âYou lied to me?â You say in disbelief. A part of you wanting to be happy that he never fancied her, but why did he lie to you?
âI⊠I did.âÂ
âWhy? What are you saying?â You pull your hand out of his with force, standing up quickly and starting to pace around the room, as the memories of that conversation fill your mind.Â
Draco sits up in the loveseat, facing you, and pouting.Â
âI asked you if you felt anything for me! I asked you if I was more than just your friend! You didnât say anything! I gave you a chance to say anything, to say something, and you bloody stayed quiet! You never said anything! And then Iâm with Cedric that night and you burst into his room, demanding I go with you, and for what? For you to never say anything else to me? Then we didn't talk for almost a week and now⊠now⊠now you want to say something? Why?âÂ
You continue to pace the room, confusion filling you, and you stop in front of him. Hands on your hips, chest raising angrily, and you watch him.Â
He doesnât say anything, biting the skin around his fingernails, and he bites his lower lip with nerves.Â
âWhatâs going on, Draco? Youâre confusing me,â you cry out at him.
âI am a coward that didnât see what was in front of him until it was too late,â he stands up, towering over you, taking his hands in his, and you both look into each otherâs eyes.Â
âI am in love with you,â he confesses in a whisper. You suck in a gasp, your world stills at his words, and you start shaking your head.Â
You frown deeply, âStop it.âÂ
Draco grips your hands in his tightly, âThis⊠this thing between us started in fifth year.. we were barely fifteen years old. We both decided to do this, but a part of me only agreed because I wanted you to want me the same way Iâve always wanted you,â you mouth parts in shock, âA part of me has always loved you. I⊠I think Iâve always known that I have, but Iâve always been a coward at admitting it to myself. That was almost four years ago next year⊠And⊠my-my love for you has only grown.âÂ
You feel tears welling up in your eyes as you stare up at him, trying your hardest to wrap your mind around his words, and you let the tears fall down your cheeks.Â
âPlease, donât cry,â he whispers as his thumb wipes away your tears gently.Â
Your lips quiver, âI⊠Iâm having a hard time believing you, Draco.â Your confession stuns him, he looks at you with confusion.Â
âWh-what?â His voice is shaky.Â
âWhat about Heather?âÂ
His eyes darted away from your face for a second, âI⊠I, um, I made it up.â
âYou what?â You feel different emotions filling your body. Confusion at his confession. Anger that he lied to you. Happiness because he feels the same way. Guilt for what you had done with Cedric.Â
âI didnât lie when I said I met Heather because of my mom in the summer. But Iâve never felt anything towards her. Ever. I only said that to you because I was hoping to make you jealous,â another confession slips his lips.Â
âTo⊠make me jealous?â You repeat his words, feeling distress.Â
He nods, his body language showing you heâs ashamed of his actions, and he sighs. âI⊠I know my actions are confusing you.. and I know you might need some time, butâŠâ he pauses and his palms cup your face gently, âI am in love with you.âÂ
Your breathing is picking up, youâre looking at him in shock, everything youâve ever wanted to hear⊠heâs saying it right now.Â
âIâm so in love with you that I was deeply afraid of letting you know because of the fear that you didnât feel the same way about me. But if I would have just looked deeper⊠I would have seen and heard what you were trying to tell meâŠâÂ
âAnd what was that?â You whisper out, your hands slowly moving to palm his hands on your face.Â
âThat youâre in love with me too,â he pleads, voice wavering with hope.Â
âDraco,â you whisper, tears falling down your cheeks, closing your eyes as you let a whimper fall out between your lips.Â
âDo you not believe me?â He questions, hurt filling the room.Â
You sniff as you lean your face into his palms, crying out, âCan you blame me?âÂ
Before you know it, you feel Dracoâs hands leaving your face, you look for his hands, and heâs kneeling in front of you.Â
âWhat? Draco, what are you doing?âÂ
He holds your hands in his, his knees touching the floor, he lets out a quiet cry.Â
Your heart breaks at hearing him cry.Â
âY/NâŠâ he begins, âIts always been you.â He looks up at you with tears in his eyes, âI have always loved you, never anybody else. I swear it. I have never once felt the way I feel for you for anybody else. Never.âÂ
He grips your hands in his, kissing the palms of your wrists, âYou are the only one Iâm ever going to want.â His voice is shaking, âItâs you who I want next to me. Warming my bed, forever. Youâre everything I want. Everything!âÂ
You both are staring at each other, crying together, he continues, âI know Iâm a bloody fucking idiot for not saying this sooner and I know itâs hard to believe me right now after everything⊠but Iâm so in love with you that merely thinking about anybody else⊠It sickens me. You are the only person that matters to me. Youâre the only one I see in my future.âÂ
You fall to your knees in front of him, your arms wrapping around his neck, his hands gripping your waist so your knees donât hit the floor as he tugs you into him, and you cry.Â
âDraco, IâŠâ your lips quiver, âIâm so sorry for what I did with Cedric. I⊠I thought you didnât feel the same way and I just wanted to forget about you.âÂ
Draco shakes his head rapidly, âDonât apologize. You did nothing wrong. I was a coward and you were just trying to move on from my bloody dumbass.âÂ
You let out a giggle at his words, you wipe his tears away from his face as he wipes away yours, âIâm in love with you, too.â You confess, your heart rate accelerating at saying those words out loud. Finally.Â
His eyes lighten up at your words.Â
âIâve always loved you. Iâve loved you for as long as I can remember. It has been hell without you since our last argument and I never want to go through that again.â You lay your head on his shoulder, sniffing and whimpering into him, and he holds you in his arms tightly.Â
âIt wonât ever happen again, I swear.âÂ
âI love you,â he whispers into your ear as his hands tangle into your hair. You scruff your head onto his shoulders, taking him in, and breathing in his warm scent all around you.Â
You both lean out, his forehead on yours, your eyes are closed, you can feel his heartbeat against you, and his breathing increasing slightly.Â
One of his hands grasp your neck, you lean up to look at him, his eyes wander your face and land on your lips. Your hands are holding onto his biceps as one of his free arms wraps around your waist, gently and with hesitance. As if heâs scared to touch you.Â
âIâve missed you terribly, my love.âÂ
You lick your lips, âI missed you more.â You let your gaze stop on his lips, he parts them open, and you both start leaning into each other.Â
You met in the middle, your lips centimeters apart, you can smell his mint breathe, and you shiver at being this close to him again.Â
âDraco,â you whisper out as you close your eyes, letting your body melt into his, and he pulls you into his space with his arms.Â
His lips touch yours gently, you whimper at the feeling as fire erupts in your belly at the contact, goosebumps breaking out over your skin, and your eyes flutter closed.Â
You move your arms to wrap around his neck as your lips move against his, itâs as if youâve never been apart, and you feel fuzzy like you always do when you kiss him. You feel your body already reacting to his touch and you cry out for him.Â
Dracoâs tongue slowly lines your bottom lip, you part your mouth open for him, and your tongues meet in the middle. You both moan simultaneously, one of his hands gripping your waist, the other on the back of your neck, and you grip your arms together around him. You lean up to kiss him harder and he bites your bottom lip which causes you to whine loudly.Â
You pull away from him, his mouth sucking on your lip, and you groan against him. His hands move towards the end of your sweater, you feel him hesitate, and you look at him with a small smile. Feeling your skin flushed.Â
âI trust you,â you breathe out, his eyes flutter, and he smiles sweetly at you. He wraps his lips around yours once more, his hands inch underneath your sweater, and your skin feels as if itâs on fire. His big warm hands on your skin making your belly erupt with butterflies.Â
âGod, Iâve missed your skin.â He starts to kiss down your neck with big open mouthed kisses, leaving love bites down as he goes, his eyes looking up at you with pleasure, and you moan with every kiss. You grind your hips against his, your hands clinging onto his shoulders, and you pull away from him.Â
You stand up quickly, pulling him up with you, and you both stand in front of each other.Â
You take one step back, letting yourself take him in, the big dent in his slacks making your mouth water, and you reach down to tug off your sweater.Â
You throw it to the side, letting him look at your chest, your breasts are covered with a lacy black bra, and you're both breathing heavily. You kick off your boots with ease, he follows your lead by tugging off his sweater, and unbuckling his belt.Â
You both hold eye contact as you lower down your skirt and him his slacks. You lick your lips once you see him in only his tight black briefs, your mouth feeling dry when he palms himself to try and relieve the pressure heâs feeling, he hisses at his own touch, you tighten your legs together for a second to slow down the throbbing you feel, and you slide your hands into your sheer leggings.Â
You bend down slowly to pull them off your legs and you stand in front of him, holding the lace of your panties in between your fingers.Â
Draco's eyes are taking you in, every single inch of you, and you donât feel insecure under his stare. You missed the way he ate you up with his eyes, heâs biting his lips as his eyes go down to your breasts, your navel, and land on your most private area.Â
You feel yourself wet with anticipation and want.Â
âLay down,â Draco orders, chills run down your spine at his tone, and your body follows before your mind can. You lay down on the bed, with your arms underneath you to hold you up, and Draco moves to hover over your body.Â
You feel him against your thigh, hard, and you moan when he kisses your neck.Â
His arms are caging you underneath him, âCan I touch you, baby?âÂ
You nod at him as you reach up to kiss his lips, slowly.Â
His hand slips underneath your torso, he unclips your bra, you let it fall over your shoulders, pulling it off your chest, and his mouth immediately meets with your already perked nipples.Â
You gasp when his warm tongue laps on your nipples, he moves between both of your breasts, his hands cupping each one of them, the moans you let out only fuels him, and he starts moving down your stomach.Â
He lets his tongue swirl around your belly, licking your naval, and his hands grip onto your panties.Â
He swiftly pulls them down, he sits on his knees with your legs on his shoulders, he pulls off your panties, he kisses the inside of your ankle, and you open your legs for him.Â
Your hands grip your breasts as he admires you. Youâre soaking and he knows it.Â
He watches your glistening pussy underneath him, all for him, he moans at the sight, and curses.Â
âYouâre fucking beautiful,â he licks up your calf, bitting the inside of your thighs, and you whimper. His eyes are locked on yours, heâs making sure youâre watching him, and you bite your bottom lip when his mouth hovers over your pussy.Â
âDray,â you whisper, hitching your hips to him, and he tsks at you.Â
âAlways so inpatient,â he says with a chuckle, he lowers himself down flat, and spreads your legs wider. His mouth latches onto you, you moan out loudly when you feel his wet tongue on you, his tongue laying flat on your folds, then flicking up to your clit.Â
You gasp sharply, your breathing increasing with pleasure, and you tilt your head back as your hands grasp onto his almost white locks.Â
Your hips move with his mouth in sync, he licks and slurps your wetness, your clit throbbing against him, âIâve missed your taste, princess.â His breaths on you, you move your legs onto his shoulders, and pull him down to you again.Â
He continues to eat you up, he slowly lets a finger enter you, you cry out at the sensation, feeling yourself tight around his digit, and he works you open slowly.Â
He groans against your pussy as he feels how tight you are around him, he couldnât believe he had gone so long without you, and he inserts a second finger without warning.Â
You gasp again, feeling yourself burning up as he opens you, his fingers curling inside of you is something you hadnât realized how much you had missed, and Draco starts moving his hips into the mattress.Â
Your mouth parts with pants as his fingers find your sweet spot, âDraco!â You breathe out with a moan, his tongue lapping your wetness faster, his lips wrap around your clit, sucking on it, your legs are starting to shake as you near your orgasm, and he increases his speed inside of you.Â
His fingers keep fucking into you, his tongue licking you in the right places, and playing with your clit at all the right moments.Â
âYouâve always tasted amazing, sweetheart.â Draco quickly says to you before he continues doing what he does best.Â
You whine out, hands locked into his hair, your back arching up with pleasure, and he moves his free hand to play with your nipples. You tug onto his locks feeling yourself getting closer and knowing thatâs the signal you use to tell him.
Draco moans against your pussy, sending vibrations to your clit, and you feel your lower belly start contracting with your anticipating orgasm.Â
You feel tears in the corner of your eyes, your hips grinding against his mouth, and he curls his fingers inside of you one more time.Â
âDraco!â You yell out in pleasure as your orgasm takes over you suddenly. His mouth latches onto your clit, sucking on it, your entire body shaking with euphoria, and Draco only slurps up all your wetness.Â
Draco moans against your pussy, licking you slowly as you come down, your chest raising up and down to catch your breath, and Draco slowly pulls away from you. His fingers inside of you exit slowly and you bite your lip looking at him.Â
Dracoâs lips are swollen and puffy, he licks them and sucks his bottom lip, you reach down to him, pulling at him from his arms, and wrapping your lips around his. Moaning as you taste yourself on him. His hand wrapping underneath your neck, pulling your naked body into his, his warm-flushed skin feeling hot against you, and you both lean your foreheads together.Â
You look down at his still covered dick and look into his eyes again. He waits for you to say something, his gray eyes looking beautiful, and you reach down to shove off his briefs.Â
Draco moves one of his hands to help you, you feel his big dick hit your thighs, and you know heâs absolutely throbbing against you.Â
âI canât wait to feel you,â Draco whispers into your neck as he pumps himself quickly, you spread open your legs, placing your hands on his face, he aligns himself with you, you both stare into each otherâs eyes, he rubs his dick up and down your wetness, hitting your clit gently, you moan, and then you feel him at your entrance.Â
Youâre both breathing deeply, his dick entering your folds, and you bite your lower lip. One of his hands underneath your waist and the other holding your face. Itâs as if the world stills around you both. It feels as if itâs just you two at this moment. Just you two in this world and nobody else.Â
Draco's eyes never leave yours as he slowly moves himself to enter you, you gasp at the feeling, he moans at your tightness around him, and his tip moves deeper inside of you. Slowly.Â
You pull him closer into you, your pussy stretching around him, feeling so full once again, and you cry out to the missed feeling.Â
His lips connect on yours passionately, âAlways so fucking tight for me.âÂ
You nod at his words, kissing his lips, clenching around him, his mouth parting open on yours, you both letting out moans against each otherâs lips at the pleasure, and he starts moving his hips against yours.Â
âIâve missed you,â you whisper against his lips, licking the inside of his mouth, rocking your hips against his, your noses nudging together, and he lets out a whimper as he bottoms out inside of you.Â
âIâve missed you so.. so, fuck, so fucking much.â His lips kiss your face, down your chin, and your neck. Leaving sloppy kisses all over you.Â
He sucks on your collarbone, leaving more love bites because he knows you love to see them, and you roll your hips against his.Â
His tongue swirls around your breasts again, your bodies moving together in sync, sweat already coating your skin, and his thrusting gets deeper inside of you. You feel so full right now. Feeling so full of Draco.Â
Tears prick your eyes as you realize you are making love to Draco Malfoy. Heâs making love to you. Maybe this isnât the first time you make love, but itâs the first time you do after confessing your love to each other.Â
Draco notices your tears, he kisses them away without pausing his motions, and whispers sweet nothings into your ear.Â
âYouâre perfect, baby. So fucking good for me. Like always.âÂ
He praises you, licking your earlobe and sucking on it, you grip the back of his neck as his words consume you, and you let the tears fall down your cheeks slowly.Â
You moan out when he wraps one of his arms underneath your waist to hitch you up higher, his angle making his dick go in deeper, and all you feel is bliss. Blissfulness and love all around you. The room smells like vanilla, caramel, and sweet sex.Â
His lips wrap around yours once again, your pussy squeezing around him, wanting to make him feel you, and he moans into your mouth.Â
Draco swiftly switches your positions as heâs now sitting down on the bed, his legs parted open, you sitting down on him, hovering over his dick, and you align yourself again with him.Â
Draco holds your hips with his big hands, looking down at himself as you reach down for him, you hold him steady while you lower yourself down into him. Heâs watching himself enter your sweet pussy.
âFuck,â he whispers at you, admiring the view.Â
His hands grip your hips while you take him in, squeezing your walls around him, âFucking shit.â He curses as he watches you take him in deep.Â
You moan out, eyes rolling back at the sensation, setting your hands down on his shoulders to get a good rhythm, his hips moving into yours, and once you both get a good rhythm.. he pulls you into his lips once more.Â
You kiss him, mouth open, both moaning together, your hips grinding down on his, feeling him everywhere, heâs filling you up so nicely, your breasts against his chest, his arm wraps around your waist holding you, and his forehead is against yours.Â
In this position, you could feel him so deeply. Your walls contracting on his dick with every thrust, his moans as your clench only makes you wetter, and you both cry out at the feeling.Â
His free hand moves in between the space of your bodies, his fingers inch towards your clit, and you whimper when you feel him touch your sensitive bud.Â
âDraco,â you cry in a whisper, he slowly moves his fingers against you, kissing your neck, and you tilt your head back to let him.Â
âLook at me,â he says, your body immediately reacts to his words, and youâre facing him. You look fucked and he loves it. He finds the most pleasure in making you feel this way. He loves it.Â
You make eye contact with him, he licks his lips, and you donât look away. Youâre both panting together, bodies moving as if they are one, and you slowly start feeling the orgasm coming again.Â
âIâm close,â you whisper, âAre you?â You ask him because you wonât come again until he does. He knows this.Â
His hips are still meeting yours, soft and slow, but with so much passion. His dick hitting your soft spot inside of you, getting you closer to your release.Â
He nods, kissing you slowly, and he increases his speed on your clit. You both keep staring at each other, panting only getting louder, whines getting closer together, your legs are shaking slightly, his hips are moving faster and sloppier, and youâre waiting for him to reach his orgasm.Â
You feel your orgasm at the brink of taking over you when Draco orders, âCome for me.âÂ
Instincly, both of your hands intertwined together tightly.Â
You cry out as your orgasm takes over your body, shaking entirely, his hips moving into you as he releases into your pussy at the same time you do, and you pull him into a kiss to ride out both of your orgasms.Â
âI love you,â he whispers into your mouth, his hips still moving underneath you as you both ride out your orgasms, heâs filling you up deep with his cum, and you kiss him harder.Â
âI love you. I love you. I love you,â you repeat into his mouth, tears running down your face, and you feel tears running down his as well.Â
âItâs always been you. Always.â
You cry at his words, you both pull away from each other, foreheads leaning together, still connected, and feeling the post-orgasm bliss.Â
You look into his eyes, wondering how you could never tell how much he loved you, and you smile at him with tears in your eyes.Â
âYouâre my best friend,â he admits with a smile.Â
Heâs so in love with you.Â
You cry out a giggle, placing your hands on his face, kissing him slowly, âYouâre my best friend.â You never thought youâd be in this situation.
Finally.
You can feel it all around. All you feel is love. Love between you and Draco. Thereâs nothing but silence in this room, but you know he feels it too.Â
Youâre in love with Draco Malfoy.Â
And heâs in love with you.Â
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I am feral for Mizu and youâve been feeding me well with your Mizu fics so thank you so much for your service!! đđđđđđđđđ i really enjoy your writing and the way you portray Mizu. With that said i wanna run a scenario by you and im just wondering how do you think itâd play out (if you like the idea enough to do a mini fic or headcanons thatâd be awesome but if not then thatâs okay and i understand đ) hear me out, what if Mikio had a sister and she lived with him and Mizu during the time they were married, say her and Mizu bonded while they all live together but then their friendship blossoms into romantic love đ„ș how do you think thatâd play out?
I Am No Coward
(Part 1)
Mizu x Fem! Reader
A/N: all of you guys are so nice and I love all of you. Thank you for the suggestion! This will be around a 4 part series that I hope to continue working on in the near future so BUCKLE UP
Also!
I am planning on making a Mizu x Black reader soon but Iâm struggling on deciding a scenario for it. If anyone has any suggestions they wonât be to try out for it, Iâll take them with open arms!
Summary: Youâre Mikioâs sister and todays the day you meet his new bride to be.
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Days were quiet with you and your older brother Mikio. After you had been put under his care and he had been outcasted by the lord, you both lived on his land more on the countryside, away from those who would cast their unwanted opinions on to you.
You usually took care of the more mundane tasks, cooking, cleaning; Things Mikio never truly liked to do. He wasnât against helping but he was usually too busy with the horses to ever truly give you a hand. You knew your brother was obsessed with trying to win back the favor of the Shogun and as much as you knew it wasnât going to happen, you let him believe anyways.
Time went on as usual until one day Mikio had returned home with some news.
âIâve been offered a wife.â He said plainly as he took off his cape. You stopped cutting the vegetables and turned to him with a smile.
âThatâs great⊠right?â You smiled hopefully. Given that he was now deemed an outcast and he was an older man it was unlikely that he would find any matches at this point, so you were just pleased that someone had been offered.
âShe has the eyes of an onryo.â Was all he said in response before walking over to you. He kneeled down, watching what you were doing with a watchful yet critical eye. He adjusted your hand, suggesting that you had been cutting wrong in the first place.
âAnd thatâs a problem?â You asked, your smile dropping for a moment as you rolled your eyes at his wordless suggestion. You knew he truly had no say in what opportunities were offered to him, you both did. If he had anything to gain, he should take it. He sighed for a moment, looking down before answering,
âNo, Sheâll be here in three days.â
Your smile returned, pleased to know that at least your brother would experience something other than the constant stress of trying to win back his honor.
You didnât care what his wife would look like, she could have blue eyes, green hair, and purple skin for all you cared. All you cared about was your brother being happy, and you hoped she would be the key to that.
Mikio used to be a much more upbeat man. He liked to bring light to dreary situations with a joke or some laughter, but he always knew when to keep it serious. However, after he had been outcasted it seemed like all the fun parts of him disappeared. He became so hellbent on training the horses to be the best they could be that he forgot to have fun or indulge himself in anything. You used to enjoy spending time with him and you were elated when you realized you would be put under his care, but that joy soon subsided when you realized just the effect a bruised ego can have on a man. He became closed off, irritable, and would barely even give you the time of day. He cared about nothing more than his honor and as much as you tried not to, you began to resent him for it.
But you kept your thoughts to yourself and went on with your life, hoping someone would come along and change him.
The three days had passed and it was time for his new bride to arrive.
And Mikio was nowhere in sight.
You sighed, disappointed in him, believing he was avoiding yet another responsibility that seemed to âget in the wayâ of his horses. Even if you had suggested anything, he wouldnât listen to you, he knew what was best for him.
At least thatâs what he claimed.
You sat quietly outside your house, waiting patiently for the woman to arrive so you could greet her. If anything you were ecstatic to meet the mystery woman and you hoped youâd manage to get along with her.
It hadnât taken long for you to see them approaching. The two women walked towards your direction, both holding two bags, presumably full of their belongings. However, the younger woman seemed to also be holding what looked like a sheathed sword.
You smiled, now standing and walking down the steps, excited to meet the woman. You watched as the two women made their way towards you, one older and one younger. The older woman had turned to face the house that you stood before and spotted you, giving you a wide smile before turning back to the younger woman who seemed reluctant to continue following.
You couldnât blame her.
Marriage wasnât something a woman had control over in your world, you just got lucky that you got placed under your brother's care; because of him you were also considered âdisgracedâ so not many men would truly want you.
She finally made her way, after many unpleasant words from her mother, and stood at her full height with a very plain expression.
She was beautiful.
You examined her features for as long as you could deem polite, your eyes floated from her hair, to her dress, taking in her height, and then lastly taking notice of her eyes.
However, when it came to her eyes, you didnât see the eyes of an onryo. You saw eyes that reflected a color you saw only in the sky above, you had never seen such eyes before, but you neednât stare and make the woman uncomfortable, she just got here after all.
You walked towards the two women, an excited smile on your face as you greeted them.
âHello! You must be the woman Mikioâs going to marry. Whatâs your name?â You asked happily, the woman stared at you for a moment, clearly in some inner battle with herself on what to do now that sheâs in this position. You waited patiently, understanding that being forced to marry someone is not always the happiest thing to do so you did not want to push her.
Her mother, however, cleared her throat and sent a glare at the woman, you assumed from this she was the one who had set up this offer.
The woman sighed, looking back towards you and answering,
âMizu, my name is Mizu.â She waited for a moment before looking at you, expecting you to say something before speaking up again and asking, âand you are?â
âOh! Iâm sorry, Iâm Mikioâs sister.â You introduced yourself, you did give them your name but you figured it would be more helpful for them to know why you were there in the first place. With this new information Mizu seemed to relax just the slightest bit. Maybe she thought you were a concubine.
Gross.
âSo, Where is the man?â Mizuâs mother asked, seemingly wanting to get the show on the road as she turned to you expectantly. You averted your gaze, a bit embarrassed as you answered,
âIâm actually not sure.â
With that answer both of the women stared at you like you were crazy.
âYou may or may not be happy to know that Mikio often isnât home. Heâs usually out training his horses.â You explained, trying to subdue the urge to roll your eyes.
âIâm sure heâll be here any minute.â
As if on cue, you could hear the thumping of hooves accompanied by the sound of a horse's whinny. You all turned to the source of the noise which just so happened to be the aforementioned man. You sighed a small sigh of relief, thankful that he didnât make himself look too bad.
You snuck a small glance at Mizu, wanting to gauge her reaction to your brother and you noticed that her fists were balled up tightly and her face was scrunched. Just like you had expected, the marriage wasnât her idea. You hoped to the gods your brother wouldnât ruin this opportunity, if not for his sake than for yours, you were tired of only having his company and truly wanted someone else to be around.
Mikio yields his horse, stopping just in front of Mizu. The first words he uttered were,
âYouâre not as hideous as I expected.â
If you couldâve gotten up on that horse and smacked the life out of that man, you wouldâve. It didnât have to be love at first sight but out of all the things to say when he first meets his soon to be wife, and that's what he says? In that moment you were disappointed to have introduced him as your brother.
âYouâre a lot older than I expected.â Mizu responded, earning a quiet snicker from you. Between you and your brother there was a decent age difference. If anything you were closer to Mizuâs age which was quite weird in your eyes but⊠itâs a sign of the times you guessed. Mikio shot you a silent glare telling you to shut up, which you did and you acted as if you had done nothing wrong.
âLetâs get this over with.â He said plainly, guiding his horse back to the field. You rolled your eyes, turning back to Mizu who just watched him go with a very obvious glare on her face.
âIâm sorry about him but if it's any consolation, you wonât have to deal with him alone.â You mentioned, trying to be at least a little encouraging. Mizu looked at you, her glare subsiding as she gave you a very small smile. With that, Mizuâs mother quickly began to rush her inside, wanting to get her ready to be wed before the sun went down. You offered your assistance in getting her ready, the entire time taking it as an opportunity to get to know Mizu.
âI noticed you brought a sword, do you know how to fight?â You asked curiously as you carefully brushed the white makeup across Mizuâs pale face. You couldnât help but admire the woman's beauty, sure she might not have had the face of a princess, but to you that didn't mean anything. Her eyes of course were the main feature but you had also taken notice of the curl that stuck out from her hair that was pulled up.
âI fought a bit in the past⊠I donât know how much Iâll keep up with it though.â She answered with a sigh but she regained her composure once she had looked over to her mother who glared at her.
âI don't know, Mikio might enjoy someone to fight with,â You began, gaining her interest a bit as she looked back up towards you. âAnd if he doesn't, then I would love to learn if youâd be willing to teach me.â
She gave another small smile, acknowledging your attempt to lighten her mood.
Once she had finished getting ready, her makeup was done, she was dressed in all white, you and her mother took a step back to assess how she looked.
âYou look perfect!â You exclaimed to which her mother slightly nodded.
âYou look fine, now where is your brother?â She asked impatiently. You turned to her, about to answer but Mikio had already walked in before you could say anything. He had taken off his cape that he wore everywhere and walked past you without saying a word. You sneered at him, he couldn't even try to make an effort? He was more of a grump than you ever remembered him being.
The private ceremony went on with the help of Mizuâs mother. You had no role in the ceremony so you simply sat back and watched. You looked on and for a strange reason you almost wanted to stop them⊠you felt as if one of them was making a mistake and all though it wasnât entirely clear who, you could take a wild guess and probably be right. Regardless, you sat back. Your opinion in this matter doesn't matter anyways even if you did have the courage to go out and say it.
Immediately after they had finished, Mikio stood up, handed his dish over to Mizu, and went on his way. You could see the subtle yet dejected look that came across Mizuâs face and you felt a pang in your heart. Sure he might not know the woman very well but the least he could do is act as if heâs even the slightest bit interested. You quickly walked over to Mizu and took the dishes from her hands.
âIâll take those, donât worry about them.â You smiled at her, again trying to offer some sort of comfort or reassurance but this time it led to no avail. Her mother had decided it would be best to get her âready for tonightâ so they both walked out and into a different room, as they walked out though the expression Mizu held had shifted to one of confusion or fear.
You sat quietly as you cleaned out the dishes that had been sitting around from hours prior. The resentment you felt for your brother only doubled down by seeing his actions first hand. Was he the most disrespectful man to ever walk the earth? No, but you still expected better from him, and when he arrived home you werenât going to let him forget it.
A few hours had passed and the sun had set long before your brother had finally deemed it an appropriate enough time to come home. The moment he did you stood up from where you were sitting and walked over to him,
âWhatever youâre about to say, I donât want to hear it.â He said, already knowing you were going to complain. You looked at him up and down with a look of disgust, as if he had a choice in the matter.
âWell you're going to hear about it.â You argued.
âCanât this wait?â
âYou donât even know what Iâm going to complain about.â
âI donât need to know what it is to know that it can wait for another time.â
âOh sure, just so at that âother timeâ you can shoo me away and say you have to take care of your horses, or you have work to do, or you're too busy.â You began to rant, much to Mikioâs dismay. This of course was not the first time you had gone off on him, and usually you were quite good at holding your tongue around him, usually his ego was too fragile to handle it, but you were not going to watch this woman sign her life with him just for him to look straight through her.
âYou have been nothing but a slob and a grump all day and, I donât know if you noticed, but you have a wife now. A wife that you called ânot that hideousâ within two seconds of meeting her, are you serious?â
Mikio didnât make a move to acknowledge any of your statements but you knew he was listening. You knew, even if it wasnât exactly obvious, that he knew his actions were wrong, but Mikio was not the kind of man to admit to his failures and you knew that. You knew this argument would go nowhere but you at least hoped if he made a change, he would pretend he got himself to that conclusion.
âItâs not exactly like Iâm marrying a princess.â He finally responded, his tone laced with sarcasm causing you to scoff.
âAny woman who has to be subjected to marrying you, deserves nothing less than to be treated like one, and if you wont, someone else will.â You spat, storming out of the room to leave the man with his thoughts, or lack thereof.
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Whaaa i love ur writing style!! Could I ask for Sampo, Gepard and Dan Heng with a very shy reader? đ„șđ
I just love those three!!
* pairing(s) : various hsr x gender neutral reader ( plus a joke-ish caelus prompt since ppl seem to like him !!!)
* prompt : request âĄ
* authors note : thank you all so much for the overwhelming amount of support recently omg ⥠you're all so sweet, and it means the world. feel free to send requests, msgs and the sort my way!
DAN HENG understood your shyness, and was always there for you in situations where it really shone through. Especially in social settings, where you'd just cling onto his arm behind him. All of it, he was used to it, and never pushed you to do things outside your comfort zone.
When you two were just friends, he really appreciated the moments of comforting silence you two would always share. He would be reading on his bed and you'd be doing your own thing on his table. Sometimes you'd catch him just taking those times alone together to stare at you. (Which he'd miserably fail to deny every time he was caught. With his hand covering his mouth, brows furrowed and clear blush on his face.)
And when the confession happened, you were surprisingly the one to tell him. You wanted to prove that Dan Heng was really the only man for your heart, the only one who got to see that smile you'd hide away from people, and the side of you that people rarely know exist.. the one you show to him. A side of you where you're free to laugh without the need to swiftly cover your mouth afterwards, the side of you that's able to talk for hours on end about the little things you're excited about.. Everything he sees of you, its for him alone. And he's happy to know that.
SAMPO was like your voice in situations where you feel shy, it's almost scary how accurate he can read your feelings and convey them to other people.
"Oh don't worry! They're truly greatful, just a little shy." And you'd nod to confirm whatever he was saying.
But Sampo likes to play a little fun, enjoying how quick it was to fluster you. But if ever you asked him to stop, he would in that very moment. He likes to tease, but also knows how to stop.
Before you two dated, things really weren't all too different. Considering how close you two were, with him being your childhood best friend and knowing all about how shy you were.. he really didn't mind. You preferred to be a listener instead of a talker, and boy did he love to talk.
And now that you are now together, it seems not much had changed. He loved to talk, but now you loved to talk with him. You learnt how to open a little and crack out your shell, after the gentle encouragement and patience that Sampo had to help you open up. You owed it all to him.
GEPARD and you were both equally shy, which made such a silly and adorable pair. The mere idea of you two holding hands together had him clearing his throat and you looking down in embarassment.
You were his second in command, many viewed you as a cold leader who rarely ever spoke unless it was needed.. when in reality, you were just really shy. But you're second in command for a reason, your leadership skills and how you'd treat everyone with kindness was something Gepard really admired about you.
But while you two were mutually pining for each other, you two were so painfully awkward that Serval was this close to announcing in her next concert that you two loved each other. She had to listen to Gepard talk for hours on end for the fact you held EYE CONTACT with him.
But those really were signs, Serval thought he was going delusional, but you were genuinely trying to hint you liked him like that. The way your eyes would stare a bit too long into his, how you spoke to him even when you didn't need to and lastly just.. the way you looked at him. You could look him straight in the eyes, when usually you'd turn away at the very second the contact was made.
And now that you two are together, it's like Gepard still hasn't accepted it. Because he acts like you're STILL just a crush. He's just so madly inlove with you that he still gets all flustered and nervous.
You were shy, and your boyfriend was a ticking time bomb that attacked anything at any given moment. Most of the time, people would never really mind you, mostly because of how much of an oddball he was.
"Caelus, please stop scaring the hotel staff.. I really don't wanna speak to them and apologize on your behalf."
You watch Caelus sadly leave the closet, but if you asked him to do anything, he will do it in a heartbeat. "Me and my partner don't argue, they tell me to do something and I listen like a dog" Him, probably, but he knows he just doesn't wanna put you in situations where you're uncomfortable.
However his random obsession with trashcans has been getting concerning and you've started to wonder how the stars in the galaxy guided you to fall for him.
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Dating Jungkook headcanons
Jungkook x Reader
Warnings: some swearing, a lil suggestive, I think that's it
A/N: Thank you to the lovely anon who requested this, I've never written a list like this before so it's a little scattered, sorry. Anyway I'm very soft for this man now, goodbye.
Masterlist
Requests are open
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Dating Jungkook is, for lack of a better word, messy. But like in all the best ways.
Late night hangouts when y'all can't sleep and you just end up at the local convenience store, eating snacks or whatever and talking until you notice the sun coming up.
I know I wrote a lil blurb abt it already, but karaoke dates are a regular occurrence. Doesn't matter if you can sing or not, y'all are just having a good time seeing who can hit the highest note(it's him, sorry)
He's one of those people whose friends probably tease cause he says "my s/o is my best friend". But he actually means it, you are his best friend.(I really feel like he would fall for a friend, but that's a discussion for a ot7 reaction I'm working on for next weekđ)
Acts really cocky sometimes, but will fold like a house of cards(ha) into the softest boi at the slightest provocation from you.
He's fucking whipped for you, and he knows it.
Was so nervous to kiss you the first time that he legit backed out like three times before it finally happened.
Probably has some kind of nickname for you like "my light" or "my life."
But on the other hand, y'all also tease each other relentlessly, it's like a second love language with him.
Like he will sit there while you're trying to read or smth and poke your cheeks until he gets a reaction out of you.
Will make height jokes, even if you're only like 1in shorter than him.
"Tiny baby." He coos while patting your head. "I'm gonna climb up there and kill you." You warn. "So tiny, so precious."
But if he catches anyone else giving you a hard time about something, God help them.
Possessive(*cough perilla leaf debate)
Gives you his sweatshirts to wear because you look cute in them, but also loves that it's a subtle sign to anybody else that you're his.
This goes both ways though, he loves when you call him yours.
The first time you called him "your boyfriend", he legit short-circuited for a second.
Would probably have matching, macrame type couple bracelets that y'all made together for your second or third month anniversary.
Protective AF
Does that thing where he makes sure you walk on the inner half of the sidewalk when are you're out together, so you're protected from the street?
Not big on Pda exactly, but usually has an arm around you or is holding your hand. He doesn't even realize he's doing it sometimes, it's just kinda become a habit to have you close as much as possible.
He gets so little time with you as it is, so he just wants to make every second count.
When it's just the two of you though, he becomes a fucking koala and will NOT let you go.
Clings to you like his life depends on it.
Begs you to stay over all the time, swears that he can't sleep well unless you're next to him.
At this point, you might as well move in, half of your shit's at his place already anyway.
Looks at you like you're a literal dream.
Like some mornings when neither of you are really awake yet, you look over and he's just staring at you over your coffee mug likeđ„ș
Loves to make you flustered tho
Like, if he notices you have a thing for his arms, he's gonna take every chance he can to roll his sleeves up in front of you just to see your face go red.
Randomly walks up to and gives you these deep, intense kisses and then? just fucking walks away as if nothing happened? Like, nuh-uh, get your ass back here and finish what you started sir!
Talks about your future together with such casual certainty. Like "when we get married, we should get a house like that".
Refers to Bam as your child.
Idk where I'm going with this or how to end it, so I'm just gonna stop here, but yeah. I just think he's neat lol.
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hi i love your writings smm đ„șđ©đđand i was wondering if you can write something for shy quiet , innocent fem reader whos like Literally an angel and very kind who haves healing techniques and also yuji's distant cousin with sukuna ?
A/N: I'm not the best at Sukuna, but here's a try! I kinda wanted to try to write him simped.
His predatory eyes have been on you for a while now.
Initially, itâs barely a development for Sukuna to learn that the vessel heâs stuck in has a cousin. Itâs a distant relationship, separated by a couple of centuries, but itâs there. It isnât a mark for concern until he sees your powers. Healing others isnât special, but bringing back a missing limb, fixing a soul, the chance you could bring a body back, thatâs more interesting.
âI didnât manipulate their soul. The shape was wrong, so I gave it enough that it could put itself back to the way it wanted to be, and it worked out!â
You didnât seem to really realize the extent of your own power, chirpily going on with life like a colorful bouncing baby bird from what he could tell. And as his interest in your technique starts to grow, it leads to something else he canât explain.
Sukuna blames this body that heâs in for the reason his attention always sparks up whenever he hears your voice echoing in this body. Whenever Itadori interacts with you, thereâs a torrent of happiness proliferating throughout his entire body, including to where Sukunaâs soul maintains itself. Thatâs where he decides this interest in you comes from.
Thatâs where the deliciously darkly satisfied sensation upon seeing fluster spread across your face whenever he decides to interrupt you and Itadori comes from. The way you squeak and shy into yourself, resisting that urge to tremble at his presence â which he can still make out â is mouthwateringly delectable. Sukuna presumed this was an easy way to piss off the other soul in this body, but that isnât the case.
Thereâs a rush of something indecipherable when that innocent smile appears on your cherub face. The faintest hint of life threatens to lurch into his chest when you place a hand on this boyâs shoulder, sending that heat all the way down to him.
It irritates him because those actions arenât caused by him but by the brat whose body he inhabits. It irritates him because he shouldnât be thinking about these things in the first place. Desiring them. Desiring you. Never having the time to remember what this type of desire was in the first place.
At least not until now.
This body is failing, puddling with its own blood from the loss against a pitiful opponent.
Maybe Itadori should have brought you with him after all instead of leaving you behind at the mission start. Sukuna is already aware of the reason. His âprecious little cousinâ is the only family he has left after all, by his own miserable words.
(âHow pathetic. You think you canât protect her.â)
The brat was right to leave you behind if he died that easily.
âUh, Sukuna?â
The King of Curses lifts his head; thereâs cursed energy and light flooding this body, barely enough that his own soul clings on.
âAre you stillâŠâ a small cough, âin there?â
Sukuna wastes little time cracking an eye open. Itâs a worth sight to see. Your cheeks are wet with the beginning of tears, a meek and scared gloss to your eyes when you notice him leering up at you from his headâs position in your lap, and your chest pumped up with a shaky gasp that makes him smirk.
âIsnât this a surprise? Called on by the little lamb herself.â
Just like the name suggests, you tense and frightened like the fragile creature, a fear so palpable that he can smell it wafting in the air.
âSince this is such a rare occassion, I'll give you three seconds of my time. What do you want?"
Fearfully, you struggle to ask, âYou can heal people, canât you?â
Sukuna isnât sure why you would ask that when youâre classified as a healer yourself. Heâs positive the only reason heâs still here is due to your influence then it dawns on him.
âWhatâs the matter?â he cackles. âNot enough curse energy left to finish the job?â
When you fail to respond, he knows heâs got it right, and his brain already begins to turn with how many ways he could take advantage of the situation when you finally nod.
âWhat would I need to do for you to help me heal him?â
âYou dare try to bargain with me.â His tone is brusque, pure intimidation mixed with amusement. âWhat could you possibly have to offer me thatâs better than watching this punk sorcerer die?â
Youâre as much of a fool as the boy, he thinks. The difference though is that unlike him, thereâs more that the King of Curses wants from you: your power, your body, your soul, and the innocence comprising it and displaying in the doe-eyed look that you give him as you gently bite on your bottom lip.
âPlease,â you shakily air out, tears spilling out in the weakness of your voice, âIâll give you anything you want.â
âYou.â
âMe?â you ask. Thereâs a moment of hesitation as your eyebrows knit together. âI-I donât understand. Why me?â you question; thereâs an air of confusion about the question, brewed from the innocent nature that canât even begin to think what you would have that could benefit him.
âDo you want the deal or not?â he asks, patience artificially short. Youâre hesitant, unsure what to say as you stare at him. âIâm not going to keep the offer up for long, woman.â
Slowly, the fear starts to drain from you, which causes him to go silent as your fingers brush your fingers along Itadoriâs forehead, pushing the messy blood-soaked tufts of hair away. Your eyes waver, flooding with another layer of tears that collect on your eyelashes, but you quickly blink them away.
âI accept,â you finally relent, a forced smile stretching across your face; a fragile attempt to offer him, or rather yourself, a little optimism and sweetness that sends a lustful pulse down his stomach. âIâm yours.â
There it was, easier than he ever imagined, and he couldnât stop himself from laughing at the irony. This boyâs decision to protect you would be the very thing leading you to him.
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Toddler -W2S
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In which you and Harry enjoy a holiday in Dubai with your toddler.
a/n: Currently got major baby fever so here's some dad bog contentđ€. Enjoy!đ
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gkbarry_: you look incredible get in my bed
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Over a year and a half ago me and Harry welcomed our little boy into the world. So far it's been incredible and I've enjoyed every minute of being his mum, even through the tough parts his little smile would make the hardships completely disappear in an instant. Harry is also an amazing dad, it's like he was born for the role. A few months ago Harry surprised me with a week long trip to Dubai, and what is our first holiday as a family of three. I was extremely excited and almost immediately called Faith to get advice on what I should pack for Ollie, which is what we ended up naming him.
We arrived two days ago and are already having the best time. Yesterday we spent all day at the beach then went for a nice dinner, in which Ollie slept in his buggy the entire time. Today we're going to the Dubai aquarium, getting some lunch and going shopping. I woke up to the sound of giggling, I pried myself from Harry's grasp and reached forward to grab the smiling baby from his travel cot. I placed him between me and Harry in the bed then drifted back off to sleep. I woke up an hour later, reached over to the nightstand and grabbed my phone to see a message from Harry saying he'd gone out to grab some breakfast from downstairs. I got up and took a picture of Ollie surrounded by the white fluffy bed sheets.
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I quickly got dressed while Ollie slept and Harry soon came back with breakfast. When we were all ready we left the hotel to head to the aquarium. We rented a car the first day we arrived, since Ollie has to sit in a car seat plus we'll be spending much less on Ubers. I drove (since Harry despises driving) and we were soon parked outside.
Harry pulled the exited toddler from his seat, and we headed inside. Ollie seemed to be absolutely mesmerised by the sea creatures (especially the 'big scary sharks'). When we'd walked around the entire aquarium we left to go get some lunch since we were all hungry and Ollie was getting quite restless and in desperate need of a nap. We went back to the car to grab the buggy from the boot then walked to one of the nearby restaurants.
We sat down to eat our lunch as Ollie soundly slept. As me and Harry finished up our food Ollie woke up, now full of energy and hungry. We'd ordered him some plain chips so he ate them along with some fresh fruit. Which they seem to have lots of here, probably because of the hot weather.
Then we paid and made our way to Dubai mall, which thankfully has air conditioning. I happily looked through some shops while Harry followed me with the buggy. "Almost done?" Harry asked, very clearly bored. I turned around and shook my head jokingly "almost." I said with a smile. "M- mummy?" Ollie babbled. "Yes baby?" I replied squatting down in front of him. "I wanna go- the pool." He smiled. Harry chuckled and I glanced up at him "ok, let's go." I said and a look of pure excitement spread across his face.
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When we arrived back at the hotel we got straight into our swimming costumes and headed down to the pool. We found some deck chairs and put our things down, then (after smothering Ollie in suncream) all three of us got into the pool.
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Later... "I'm so lucky." Harry whispered, as we lay in bed and Ollie lightly snored in his cot. I smiled "you're so cute." He pulled me into a sweet kiss "I mean it, I'm so lucky to have you and Ol, I love you both so much." "And weâre so lucky to have you Haz."
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