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Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69​

Tagging: @ryanpulock​ @suitandtys​ @texanstarslove​ @charlie-theangelwrites​

Relationship: Married; Anders Lee x Fem!Reader

Summary: You welcome your husband, Anders, home after a roadie.

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex (wrap it up kids). Daddy kink. Dom/sub dynamics.

Comments: This is my fic for @barzysunflower​ for @antoineroussel​ ‘s Winter Fic Exchange! I was SO excited to see Anders on your list because we need more Captain Daddy content and I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you enjoy it, too!!!

Disclaimer: Reading/creating content for married players isn’t for everyone and I totally respect that! Don’t read if you don’t vibe with it, but please don’t send me hate!!!

(c) nat g. 2023 // do not repost, do not claim as your own

The worst thing about being married to an NHL player was when he was on the road. No matter how many times he had been away, it sucked every time to be left alone in an empty house. Every time Anders was away, you spent the entirety wishing he was home. You knew he had to go, that he was living his dream every day, but Anders was your everything, your best friend, you lover, your soul mate, so whenever he was away, you felt empty.

And that’s exactly how you felt this time around. It wasn’t even a long roadie, just Philly, Pittsburgh, and Washington before returning home, but it still meant your husband was away and your home felt more like a house than a home without him.

The days always went by slower without him, but, like always, he’d be home eventually. They won in Philly and Pittsburgh, but they lost in Washington, so even though it was a successful road trip, they still went home with a bitter taste in their mouths.

They flew home after the Washington game, which wasn’t a long flight, but they still got in late. You were in the bathroom going through your nighttime skin care routine when Anders came home. You heard the door open and the pups’ barks turn to happy whines as they realized their dad was home and you smiled to yourself. It wasn’t long before you heard his heavy steps come up the stairs and you waited for your husband to appear.

You heard him call your name as he stepped into the bedroom and a moment later, he stuck his head into the ensuite and softened when he saw you. “Aren’t you a sight,” he said as he leaned against the door frame. You were in just a robe, which was loosely tied and gave him a glimpse of your chest through the mirror, and, God, you’re the most beautiful woman in the world to him.

You blushed at the way he looked at you through the mirror and bit your lip, “you’re not so bad yourself.”

Anders couldn’t help but smirk as he shook his head and walked over to you, bracing his hands on either side of the vanity before he leaned in to kiss your neck, “I am nothing compared to your beauty.”

Your blush intensified as you leaned to the side to give him more room. Even after all these years, he still managed to give you butterflies. “I missed you,” you told him with a hum before you turned your head so he could kiss you properly. It was soft and slow and you cupped the back of his neck to pull him closer, craving him.

“Missed you more,” he told you when he broke the kiss.

“Not possible,” you shook your head and pulled him in for another kiss, melting into him as he deepened it. “But you smell like plane,” you told him and scrunched your nose up as you patted his chest.

“I can shower again,” he sighed and ran his thumb over the arch of your cheek and laughed when you knocked his hand away, not wanting him to mess up the skincare you just finished. “Or you could join me in the shower?”

You hummed as you pretended to think about it. “I will join you in the bath,” you replied and his smile widened as he nodded.

“A bath it is,” he agreed and cupped your chin so he could kiss you again and you smiled into the kiss, so in love with him. He chased your lips when you pulled back from the kiss, pressing another quick peck to your lips before letting you go to start running the bath.

When you renovated the house, having a tub that fit you, your husband, and his large thighs was a must, and you were fortunate to have a large enough bathroom to accommodated a tub that large.

You watched as Anders sat on the edge and turned the tub on, feeling the water until he got it hot enough for you before he put the plug in and began to strip himself of his shirt. His shoulders were big and broad and his chest had just a dusting of chest hair on it and you bit your lip as you ran your eyes down his chest before you reached out to touch him. “You’re so gorgeous,” you told him softly.

It was Anders’ turn to blush as he placed his hand on top of yours. “And all yours,” he replied, making you smirk and playfully squeeze his chest before running your hand down to the front of his sweats. “All mine?”

He groaned softly, getting hard from just your touch, “all yours.” Your smirk widened and you squeezed him through his sweats before pulling back innocently to feel the water and make sure it was the right temperature, and of course it was. Your husband knew you well. “You’re gonna be the death of me, woman,” he breathed and reached out to give your ass a soft smack and grabbed a handful before he pressed his hips against your ass, letting you feel all of him. “You feel what you do to me?” He asked, nipping at your neck.

Your jaw went slack as you felt him hard against you. “Oh, I feel it,” you replied with a soft moan and pressed yourself back against him. “Maybe you should feel what you do to me?”

He gave your hip a squeeze as he hummed before he stepped back to push his sweats and boxers down before he slipped into the tub and looked at you with a smirk, “come on in, baby.”

The tub still had a long way to fill, the water just licking Anders’ thighs, leaving his everything on display for you. You ran your eyes down him, eating him alive like the first time you saw him before you stood straighter and slowly pulled at the tie on your robe. You couldn’t help but tease him, letting the material slip from one shoulder then the other before you finally shrugged it off and stepped into the tub and straddled him, feeling him hard against your core as you looped her arms around his shoulders. “God you’re hot,” you breathed as you looked at your husband.

He groaned softly as he watched you. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world to him and he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist before tracing soft circles on your hip with his thumb. “Not as hot as you,” he told you before leaning in and kissing you.

Anders controlled every kiss and you tried to press yourself closer, his chest hair brushing against your nipples, pulling a soft moan from you before he moved his hands down to squeeze your ass. The kisses were slow and deep as the tub continued to fill with water and once the water reached your ribs, Anders reached around you to turn it off as you broke the kiss with a whine of his name and rested your forehead against his.

“What do you need, baby?” He asked you, the corner of his lip twitching up as he kneaded your ass.

You knew that he knew what you wanted, that he just liked to hear you say it, so you rocked your hips into his as you lightly scratched your nails over his shoulders with a soft moan. “Need you to fuck me,” you breathed before you kissed him again.

“I can do that, baby, but I’ve been on the road so it’s been a couple days, hasn’t it?” When you nodded, he hummed, “turn around and rest against my chest and spread your legs for me, baby, let Daddy take care of you.”

Your lips parted at the name which only made his smirk widen as he gave you an expectant look. He wasn’t going to ask again and you knew it. You nodded and slowly turned around to rest between his legs with your head on his shoulder before you hook your legs over his knees.

He rewarded you with a soft “good girl” before he ran his hands down your body, pausing at your breasts to gently pinch your nipples before he moved down to your inner thigh as he kissed your neck. “I’m going to show you how much I missed you. I’ve been thinking of you all trip long.”

“I was thinking about you too, Daddy,” you smirked and tried to spread your legs wider as you turned your head to kiss under his jaw.

“Yeah? Tell me what you were thinking about,” he hummed as he ran his finger up your pussy, pulling a soft moan from you.

“Thought about your big blue eyes and your smile and your voice and the way you moan my name when I’m sucking your cock and how your thick cock feels inside my pussy, Daddy,” you replied and gasped when he bit your shoulder before he soothed it over with his tongue and started to rub your clit exactly how you liked it.

“God yes,” you moaned, rolling your head to the side to give him more room.

“Not God, baby, just Daddy,” he smirked and nipped at your neck again before trailing his free hand back up your chest. You could never get over how big his hands were and he gently massaged your breast before he pinched your nipple and moaned into your neck at how perfect you are. “I’ve been looking forward to this all trip. The plane ride home went on forever knowing you were home looking as gorgeous as ever and I had to wait to get my hands on my beautiful wife,” he continued before he slowly pressed a finger into you and groaned how tight and warm you were.

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned, never getting over to how thick his fingers were. “Been thinking of fucking me all trip, huh?” You asked breathlessly. “Should’ve said something, I could’ve sent you something to take the edge off, maybe in that pretty pink set you just got me.”

Anders groaned again as he added another finger before he curled them up before he started fucking you with them. He never knew how he got so lucky with you. “Fuck, I should have,” he agreed and bit your neck again. “Gonna have to put a show on for me later, baby.”

“Okay Da—” you started before cutting yourself off with a gasp as he found your g-spot. “Right there,” you told him, your back arching. “Don’t stop.”

Anders would never stop, not when you’re being good for him at least, and he used the heel of his palm to rub your clit as he continued to fuck you with his fingers. “Spent days thinking of my wife’s sweet pussy,” he said. “Thinking of her being a good girl for me, cumming on my fingers, on my tongue, on my cock.” You clenched around his fingers as he talked, every word going straight to your core. “Daddy wants you to cum for him,” he continued, brushing his lips over the shell of your ear before he lightly nipped at the lobe. “Cum all over Daddy’s fingers.”

You let your eyes fall closed as you nodded, your jaw slack as you moaned before you came hard, fluttering around his fingers as you dug your nails into the meat of his thighs, needing to hold onto him. “That’s it,” he praised you, finger fucking you through your orgasm, “fucking squeezing my fingers so good, baby.”

“Daddy,” you moaned loudly before you reached behind you to cup the back of his neck. “Please. Fuck, please, Daddy, I need you.”

He hummed as if he was thinking about it as he continued to fuck you with his fingers. “Give me another one and you can have my cock,” he settled on before he added a third finger, groaning loudly at how tightly you clenched around him. “Be a good girl and cum for Daddy again.”

You fluttered around his fingers, so full of them and you couldn’t be bothered to quiet yourself as you moaned, desperately gripping the edge of the tub to get your bearings.

“God you’re so fucking sexy,” he praised as kissed your shoulder. “Bet you can take four,” he said before he eased another finger in you despite your whine. “You feel so fucking good stretched out around Daddy’s fingers, baby,” he praised you breathlessly, his cock painfully hard against your ass.

Your jaw was slack as you focused on his fingers, still so sensitive from the first one. When he pinched your nipple again, it sent you over the edge and you came on his fingers, harder than the first as you gripped the edge of the tub tightly and rocked your hips against his hand.

“Good girl,” Anders praised and drew your high out as long as he could, slowing his fingers as he fucked you through it. “You’re so good for me.” His praise always made you feel warm and once you were able to catch your breath, you mouthed at his jaw, bolding biting his pulse point and pulling a low growl from him before you pulled back to tell him, “need you to fuck me, Daddy. I can feel your hard cock against my ass and I need to feel it inside me.”

Slowly, he pulled his fingers from you and squeezed your hip. “Ride me,” he told you. “Ride Daddy’s cock, it’s yours.”

The water sloshed over the edge of the tub as you turned around and straddled him, your skin flushed and eyes dark. You could feel him hard and heavy against you and you smirked as you reached between you to stroke him, watching as his jaw went slack. His groan was low and his grip tightened on your hip. “Don’t tease me, baby,” he warned you, and you knew better than to go against one of Daddy’s warnings.

You gave him another few strokes before you lifted yourself up and slowly sunk down on him. It took you a moment because of the sheer size of him, even after all these years, but you were so warm and wet and tight around him. His moan was rough and it made you flutter around him as you looped your arms around his shoulders, your chest pressed to his.

“Taking me so good,” he praised, his voice breathy and you moaned as you pressed your face into his shoulder. It took you a moment before you finally took all of him and you fluttered around his cock. No matter how many times you took him, you could never get over how big he was.

“So big, Daddy,” you moaned and bit his shoulder before riding him slowly. Anders helped guide your movements as he held your hips, slowly quickening your pace.

“Missed having a big cock in your little pussy, didn’t you, baby? Missed Daddy fucking you just the way you need,” he said with a smirk, pulling a long moan from you. You didn’t have to say it from him to know he was right.

“Fuck, Daddy,” you moaned as you nodded and you pushed him back against the back of the tub before planting your hands on his chest for leverage and set a quick pace you knew he liked, not caring as the water sloshed over the edge of the tub. “Love having your big cock in my pussy.”

You were rewarded with a loud moan as the water continued to cascade over the edge. “That’s right. You fucking love it. Take what’s yours,” he continued, looking at you with hungry eyes.

“Mine,” you told him and boldly scratched your nails down his chest. He was already yours and only yours and you knew he didn’t like to be marked, but you couldn’t help yourself as you rode him harder.

His grip tightened on your hips enough you knew there would be bruises tomorrow and crescent marks from his nails, but it only made you moan louder. You wanted every mark he’d give you, every reminder of who you belonged to.

“Yours, baby. I’m yours,” his eyes closed for a moment as he moaned. “Feel so fucking good,” he told you before he kissed you deeply. You moaned into his mouth as you trailed your hands up to his shoulders and your pace stuttered as he pressed his thumb to your clit. You broke the kiss as you moaned louder, your eyes closing as he continued to rub circles on your clit as you rode him and he groaned when you started to flutter around him.

“Daddy,” you whined, so close again.

“I know,” he nodded. “Go on, cum on Daddy’s cock, baby girl.” You moan his name as you nodded and a moment later you finally came around him, squeezing him tightly as you pressed your face into his neck. “Fuck,” he cursed, tightening his grip on your hips as he continued to guide your hips as you fluttered around him bringing him closer.

You clenched around him hard. “Daddy please,” you begged, so used and sensitive and you were sure that if he kept his pace up, you’d cum again.

“Please what?” He asked with a smirk, knowing damn well what you wanted but wanting to hear you say it.

“Daddy,” you whined again, fluttering around him.

“Tell me,” he commanded, his smirk growing. He wanted to hear you say it. Needed to hear you say it.

“Please fill me up, Daddy. Fill me up with your cum,” you whined, digging your nails into the meat of his shoulders.

“Fuck,” he moaned loudly and used his thumb to rub your clit again and feeling you flutter around him sent him over the edge. He moaned your name as he came, and you clenched around him at the warm feeling of him filling you up before you pulled him in for a kiss, needing everything he’d give you. It was slower than the other kisses and you let yourself melt into it, into him, as you both rode out the high.

You gasped sharply when Anders continued to rub your clit, wanting another one from you, and you pulled back from the kiss to look at him with wide eyes but he only smirked. “I know you were closer,” he explained, rubbing your clit slowly. “One more for Daddy, okay, baby girl?”

“I—” You whined before you could get the words out and clenched down on his cock. “Daddy please.”

He only hummed, “Daddy’s taking care of you, just one more, baby.”

You closed your eyes as you rested your forehead against his, your breathes shallow as you got closer and closer, so raw and sensitive it was almost too much. Your moans turned to whines as you came for the fourth time. It wasn’t as intense as the others, but it was just as good as you came on your husband’s cock, and this time when you rested your head on his shoulder to catch your breath, he wrapped his arms around you, keeping you flush against him as he rubbed your back.

“Good girl,” he whispered. “Always such a good girl for me.”

You hummed at the praise and let your hands rest on his sides, tracing small circles on the softness of his tummy which you loved so much. “The water is all dirty now. And cold,” you said once you finally caught your breath and you could feel it as he laughed.

“It is,” he agreed and slowly pulled you off him, hushing you as you whimpered when his cock slipped out of you. “Quick wash and then I’ll take you to bed, okay?” You nodded and moved with him as he reached for the body wash and a cloth.

He was gentle as he ran the cloth over you, starting with your arms, going up to your shoulders before dipping under your arms and down your chest. He paid special attention to your chest as he washed you, and when he smiled at your whimper, you gave his chest a shove. His laugh made your chest warm and he held the cloth in his hand as he looked at you, so incredible in love with you. Not a day went by he didn’t think about how lucky he was to have you.

“I missed you,” you said after a moment and softly played with the hair at the base of his skull.

“I missed you, too,” he replied softly, and ran the cloth down your back. “I’m glad to be home.”

“I’m glad you are, too,” you smiled and gave him a little shove as he squeezed your ass, making him laugh again. “Shush, and finish washing me so we can go to bed. I’ve missed my teddy bear.”

Anders scrunched his nose up at the nickname you gave him ages ago and buried his nose into your hair making you laugh. God, your laugh was his favourite sound. Or maybe second favourite behind you moaning his name. “Okay, okay,” he resigned with a nod and trailed the cloth down to your thighs and then your core, murmuring a soft apology knowing the cloth was rough and you were sensitive, and then he finally trailed the cloth along your ass cheeks. He wrung the cloth out in the water before adding some more soap and washed himself, not that he devoted himself the same attention as he did you. He’d shower in the morning anyway and he was sure he didn’t smell like the plane anymore. “Okay,” he nodded when he was done and he gave your hip a little tap. “Teeth and bed, yeah?”

You hummed as you nodded and slowly untangled yourself from him. Between your legs was sore as you stepped out of the tub, making you wince, but it was a good sore, a sore you missed every time your husband was on the road. You grabbed your towel from the rack and wiped yourself down as you heard Anders pull the plug on the tub before stepping out of it and you handed his towel to him.

“Thank you,” he nodded as he took it from you, wiping down his chest before wrapping the towel around his waist. Drops of water still ran down the valley of his chest, down his tummy and into the towel and you bit your lip as you looked at him. If you weren’t so tired, you’d fuck him again once you got to bed. “What?” He asked as he looked at you.

“Nothing,” you smiled as you shook your head. “I love you.”

He didn’t believe you, but he smiled as he nodded. “I love you, too,” he told you before stepping closer so he could kiss you. The kiss was chaste compared to your other kisses that evening but you loved it just as much. You loved every kiss and moment you got with him.

When you pulled back from the kiss, Anders chased your lips, making you laugh as he kissed you again before you tapped his chest. “Enough, okay? I want to go to bed, my hips ache, Mr Big Dick.”

“Mr Big Dick?” Anders laughed and playfully tugged at the edge of your towel so it would fall, but you quickly retucked it above your chest. “Guess that makes you Mrs Big Dick, huh?”

“Shut up,” you replied, not that shaking your head did anything to hide your smile as you wet your toothbrush and put toothpaste on it before moving the tube over to Anders’ side of the vanity and beginning to brush your teeth. Anders followed your lead and once you were both done, he leaned against the vanity as you went through your skincare routine again, the first time basically all for not after your recent activities. “You could go get the bed ready,” you told him after you washed your face but he scrunched his nose up again.

“Gotta stay and watch my girl, make sure you don’t fall on the way to the bed.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled as you finished your skincare and you looked at Anders as you undid your towel and hung it back up on the rack before you bit your lip and walked back into the bedroom. You snickered as you heard Anders’ groan and you knew he was hot on your heels as you pulled the covers back and got in. 

You were right, Anders was right behind you and you squeaked as he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you back against his chest before quickly going limp in his arms. His hand rested on your stomach as he kept you flush against his chest and you smiled as you melted back against him, warm, comfortable, and safe. “My teddy bear,” you whispered and covered his hand with yours.

He hummed as he kissed your shoulder, loving the feeling of you against him. Having you in his arms was the happiest he’d ever be. “I love you,” he whispered back, making you smile.

“Love you more,” you replied and when he tried to argue, you gave him a soft, playful elbow to the ribs and laughed when he played up his wince. “Good night, Anders.”

“Good night,” he sighed and kissed your shoulder again. He held you as you drifted off, spent from the night and just when you were on the brink of sleep, he added, “and I love you more.” The grips of sleep already had you so you couldn’t argue with him and he smiled into your neck as you drifted off, him not far behind you.

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;; Sweet Kiwi wanna give you something better than this

Summary: Anders doesn't shy away from a hookup, not even while you're on your period. Kinks & Tropes: menstruation, use of feminine hygiene products (menstrual cup), oral sex, blood, porn without plot, friends with benefits/situationship Word Count: 2k+ Inspired by this gif set.

Choking you in the back of your throat was something caught between a moan and a sigh. It sat there, suffocating what wouldn’t have been your last breath as the warmth of Ander’s kiss blossomed over your shirt. Your mind dizzied at the feeling of his large hands on either side of your waist, pushing up the thin fabric so you could feel his lips against the delicate flesh just above the button of your jeans. And it was there the sound finally escaped you. It was a pathetic, disappointed sigh as you threw your head back against the pillows of your bed. You had to stop him there. 

“Everything okay?” Anders muttered against your flesh, refusing to draw away, even as your hands left his hair to cover your face with both hands. 

“Define okay.” You tensed at your own words, your body near trembling at the way his lips dragged over your skin as he spoke. 

Physically, you felt more than okay. Your heart was racing in the depths of your chest, and your skin was heated in all the best ways from what you were sure was almost thirty minutes of kissing and grinding. Your hormones were going wild. Demanding to be fucked, to feel the pleasure of release - a release that Anders could so pathetically give you with nothing more than the touch of his fingers against your clit. It was enough to leave you reeling, your body so desperate for more. But you wouldn’t let yourself have it. 

You couldn’t. 

There were so many things you had told yourself you wouldn’t do - including having Anders come over at all - but your will was weak, but it had to be strong now. It couldn’t go any further than it had already. Not when the only thing you should have inside you was the menstrual cup you had inserted seconds before he was knocking at your front door. 

If he was your boyfriend, maybe it would be different. Maybe then the prospect of him touching you the way you wanted to be touched wouldn’t make you cringe. But he was just a guy you fucked. He didn’t sign up for that-

“Did I do something?” Anders pressed when your silence hung heavily in the room. 

You could feel his fingers stroking over your hit bone, leaving your head dizzy with lust. Maybe he could- NO, no. There would be no compromise. You had to tell him the truth, walk him to the door and wait for him to text you. But the text wouldn’t come because you were sure he would be completely disgusted by even the prospect of fucking you while you were on your period. 

“I should have told you, so you didn’t have to drive all the way down here,” you sighed, and you could feel the heat of your cheeks as they turned pink with embarrassment, “but I’m on my period-”

Anders didn’t move. He just lay there, his body between your legs and chin resting over your stomach that once ached with the cramps of your menstruation, but only now ached for more. More pleasure. More of him. He seemed unphased - or maybe even petrified. But then his pale gaze rose, and you watched as the corners of his lips curled up into a devilish grin. 

“And?” was all he asked you, his hot breath washing over the exposed flesh of your stomach. 

Your core clenched. 

“And…” you swallowed hard, your mouth going dry. 

You were sure he would have recoiled away from you the moment you told him. But he wasn’t running… yet. Shutting your eyes tight, your hands reached out and gripped at the flimsy fabric of your sheets. You gripped them so tight you thought you might tug the sheet corners off the mattress as you tried to muster every ounce of restraint that you could. Yet, you were failing - fumbling over every word as it fell from your tongue. “And I’m so fucking horny the room is spinning, but that’s not your problem.”

You bit your lip hard, the pressure a distraction from the chaos in your mind as you waited for the weight of his body to shift on the bed. Your eyes remained shut, and your grip on the sheets remained so tight you finally felt one corner RubberBand away from the mattress, snapping only a few inches before it stilled. But that was the only movement you felt until the slow drag of finger tips tickled over your flesh. Then, the button of your jeans flicked open with nothing more than his thumb and forefinger and it left you gasping, shooting upright as if you were on the very verge of death and you had suddenly found life again. 

“What are you doing?” you gasped, eyes wide and your hair falling down into your face from the sudden forward motion of your body. 

“What I came here to do.”

You choked on the very air you were meant to breathe. 

“Anders,” was all you could manage from your lips as his hand sprawled over your stomach, his warm touch keeping you from scrambling out of bed at the mere thought of him between your legs. 

“You’re acting like this doesn’t happen to you every month,” his words were laced with a laugh as he looked up at you, still laying between your legs, his face a little too close to the hem of your panties for you to relax back onto the bed. 

“This doesn’t happen to me every month,” you spoke pointedly. You did your best to schedule your dick appointments around your period, not during, but your own desperation had failed you. 

“You’re right,” he hummed, still unmoving save for his finger that stroked over the waistband of your panties slowly, “you never call me for an entire week every month. You don’t text either. You just hide away from me, alone, so fucking horny the room spins.”

You want to slap him for saying that, but all you could do was lay there, slack jawed and in awe that he was still there, toying with you. 

“You’re not grossed out?” your nose wrinkled as you asked the question. 

He shook his head simply in response, his hands gripping at your tight jeans that had been your only sense of security. He tore them away so effortlessly that your stomach leapt up into your throat, leaving you laying in bed in front of him in your shirt and panties almost awkwardly. 

You felt far from sexy, your stomach bloated to the point of the impression of your jeans being left behind. And that wasn’t the only part of you that felt bubbled up like a balloon. Your face physically hurt from the zit you had tried to conceal, but you were sure the makeup had become wiped away from the sloppy kisses that you could still feel across your face. But his smile continued to reassure you as his hand dragged down over the angle of your hip to rest over your pelvis so that his thumb pressed firm against your clit. 

You whimpered. 

Anders smiled. 

“I can grab a towel,” he offered, and you shook your head quickly. 

“No, no,” you breathed out. “I’m going to come so pathetically fast we won’t need it. I’ll just blow you after…” 

It was an offer you knew he couldn’t reuse, his bright eyes seeming to become even brighter as his thumb moved in slow circles that left you feeling like a jack-in-a-box ready to pop. 

“You aren’t going to make a mess?” his brow quirked, and his tone gentle as he spoke to you. If he said it in any other tone, your stomach would have fallen and you would have recoiled away from him. But Anders was so careful, so gentle with his words, that you shook your head in response. You wouldn’t so much as lose a drop thanks to your menstrual cup. Your many nights of masturbation had taught you that, but a lump still formed in your throat as he spoke, “Good, so I can take these pretty panties off you.”

The thin cotton dragged down the length of your legs as he pulled it from you. You could feel the warmth and security of it inching away. Down, down,down, until it was left to rest around one of your ankles. Then, all you could feel was Anders. The pad of his thumb pressed into your clit as it moved in lazy circles. The warmth of his breath as he lay too close to your cunt for your mind to be put at ease - that was, if you could manage a single thought. His touch put the spinning of the room to shame. You felt as if your body was in full motion as you lay there on the bed, your only movement the rise and fall of your hips to meet the movement of his hand. 

He gave you no time to worry about the smell, or the mess that could happen if, somehow, your menstrual cup dislodged from the depths of your cunt. The pleasure of his touch forced every intrusive thought away. You felt only Anders, not the bed beneath you. You felt the heat of pleasure and his breath. Your core clenched, a soft moan consuming you as your hips rolled - only to whimper as his thumb was suddenly gone and in its place searing hot wetness that left you gasping. 

Anders had delved right into you, his mouth coming down on your slit in a sloppy, heated kiss that left your legs trembling around his ears. 

You cursed under your breath, his name all you could manage in an attempt to challenge him. But he silences you, his hands wrapping around your legs to pull himself in deeper. His nose dragged against your clit, his mouth feasting on your pleasure, and it left you reeling against the mattress. Your every breath was a symphony that filled the room, your moans growing louder and louder as the feeling of his slick tongue gliding through your core. 

It should have made you sick - it should have made him sick too - to taste you. To have his face buried so fully between your thighs, but it only left your mind to spiral as you ground your cunt against his mouth. Your hands lurched out, knitting into his hair to help guide him as you remembered that night so long ago in New Jersey. That night he had skated past his bench, his white away jersey and his face so covered in the bright red crimson of blood. It had covered him from nose to chin. There had been so much of it you could see it on his teeth as he smiled and on his tongue as he so wildly stuck out his tongue like Gene Simmons at a KISS concert. The same tongue that was between your legs, feeling as your core flexed through an orgasm that left you moaning so hard your throat was left raw. 

Not a single mess was made, save for the saliva that dripped off your clit and coated the inside of your thighs as he drew back, that same wild smile you had remembered on his features as he pulled away from you. And it left you so eager to return the favor that you didn’t let yourself recover. Scrambling up, your hand found his shoulders, pushing him back to stand up at the end of the bed. 

“Take your pants off.” Your words were an order, your hands quick to help him as you dropped to your knees. Your breathing was heavy, your mind still in a daze of need, as you dropped to your knees with every intention of making him cum with the embrace of your tongue, but if he insisted, after the magic he worked with his tongue, you were no longer opposed to letting him fuck you. 

Taglist: @mp0625 , @starshine-hockey-girl

#anders lee #hockey rpf #hockey imagines #nhl rpf #hockey smut #nhl smut #nhl fanfic #nhl fanfiction #;; { i have no business writing this } #;; { but i needed a distraction } #;; { and senseless smut seemed like the route to go } #;; { i could have gotten a lot more disgusting with this but i kept it tame for you guys } #reader insert

[skjeinon]

thinking about you - anders lee

summary: when you go to highschool and then college together, being reminded you were never his first choice was something you faced a lot - something about him always brought you running back to him though. when it snows, you pour and he tries to fix that with his generosity as the boy who’s always treated you better than the rest…

warnings: not a very slow burn - but very much pent up unknown reciprocated feelings. anders lees big legs <3. slight breeding kink (wrap it before you tap it blah blah blah), best friends to lovers, lack of plot at the end (i can make a part two maybe), rather vanilla i suppose but very cute nonetheless. nickname andy is used once?? sorry NO PROOFREAD!!

laying down in bed, watching as the snow fell outside of your window, with your blankets to your shoulder, you felt the quick buzz of your phone against your backside. you never felt well when snow fell in minnesota, but your whole life it’s been something you’ve learned to deal with. you almost ignored the buzz until it began to repeat.. then came your ringtone. some old song you liked in middle school filled your ears before you rolled over to pick it up. before even looking at the name, you put the phone to your ear.

“hello?” your voice was tired as you spoke softly into the mic.

“hey y/n” as anders voice filled your ears , you blushed, embarrassed you hadn’t made an effort to talk differently.

“oh my goodness! hey andy.. what’s up?”

“mh.. nothing. i saw it was snowing in minnesota, i wanted to check up on you. i know it was pretty warm a few days ago and i know how you get.” he said, you could hear him laying back into his seat.. whether it be his couch or a chair somewhere.. you wondered where he was.

“yeah it’s .. it’s bad. i won’t even lie. i thought the snow was out of here considering it’s gotten warmer and it’s april. i need it to be normal again.” you complained, pushing your face into your pillow to let out a soft whine.

“mh.. are you working? outside of the snow i suppose.” his question felt random but you complied.

“no.. i had left over time from last year that i had to plan out at some point. i guess it was my luck to pick the week 4 months ago that it would be snowing.” you said, sitting up in your bed to talk better, pulling your knees to you chest. “why do you ask?”

“do you want to come to the island? it’s nicer here.. i can buy you a plane ticket and you can stay at my place.” his voice felt sensual when asking you the question. you tried not to let your cheeks burn.. or give any leeway to him on how you felt.

“oh.. that actually sounds really nice. are you sure?” success. you didn’t sound super shocked - at least you hoped you didn’t.

“yeah i’m sure. cmon y/n, you know you’re my girl..” he said, you could feel his cocky little smile on the other side of that phone call. the way he would smile when he’d tease you, or take good of your plate, or when he’d smile at you when he’d buy you tickets for a minnesota vs isles game.. the way he’d look at you when you’d wear his jerseys. highschool… norte dame… islanders.. it never changed.

“mmh.. okay.. when do you wanna get me a ticket ..” you said , your hand making its way to play with your own hair.

“i can get you one right now.” he said as he stood up, going to grab his laptop. “you prefer american airlines right?”

you smiled. “yeah i do.”

“when’s the earliest you can come..” he said as he sat back down, opening the device in his lap.

“tomorrow. i’ll be off work for this and next week. if you wanna have me for that long.”

“yeah why not, i haven’t seen you in a few months”

-

in the next 24 hours you had prayed that when you were at the airport by the will of god… your flight wouldnt be delayed or cancelled. thank god overnight, the snow had stopped and when you woke up, the roads were more clear then you’d expected.

the night before, you stayed on the phone with anders for hours while he bought your ticket and while you packed. you complained about dirty clothes and he responded “you can just wash your clothes here..” which embarrassed you as you put dirty clothes you knew you’d only bring because you would wear it for him.

you packed for every season, almost like trauma from the cold weather in the last 2 days even though anders reassured you it was getting warmer on the island, and as you went through TSA and was finally sat at your terminal, your foot tapped impatiently, maybe a little overwhelmingly excited for seeing anders. yeah you knew you’d see other people you knew and loved.. but you always were excited to see him.

you wouldn’t even lie, you’ve been in love with anders since you guys first became friends in highschool. the feelings came and went, but he’d always do something that made you come crawling back.even at points you were convinced he also liked you, but it just never resulted in anything like what you had ever dreamed of.

in highschool you weren’t necessarily the popular cheerleader but you weren’t an outcast by any means. you were a proud leader of the student section and that’s how you and anders had become friends. you always helped plan student pride at football games and even sometimes during spirit week. you had a football jersey for the highschool and you even sewed anders’ number onto it at one point after the two of you had met through football. - when you met, it was when you were standing on the edge of the field, he asked if you could try to catch a ball or two with him for some yearbook photos that yearbook had asked him to take, the both of you thinking it was stupid, you gave in. after this, you had both realized you were in lots of classes together, and started sitting together in those classes.. then at lunch.. then hanging out outside of school, talking on the sidelines at football games. the two of you were inseparable. his parents adored you, and always begged him to date you.. your parents did the same.

so even after all this time, you had never even been on a date with him, and now you’re sitting in the airport getting ready to board the plane to go see him after he payed for your ticket, while also offering you to stay in his own home for two weeks. you were whipped.

The plane ride wasn’t awful, a bit of turbulence though the clouds but once you neared new york and JFK, things cleared a lot. the sun was out and you smiled at the simple idea of a warm day. as the plane landed, you pulled your jacket back over your body and grabbed your bag as you got off the plane. JFK was big and honestly if it hadn’t been for Anders guiding you in the past, you’d be lost.

Getting down to the luggage pickup, you stood around, observing very hard but honestly ignoring the fact that Anders had to be around. if not here then he’d be here soon. but it didn’t cross your mind until you were picked up off your feet by a goon.

“COME HERE!” he exclaimed as he picked you up, his arms tight around your body as he lifted you up. you almost shouted before remembering it would only be him.

“Anders! put me down!!” you kicked, shaking in his arms until he sat you back down on the ground. you turned quickly to see him, a smile forming on your face at his goofy expression. you wrapped your arms around him, he did the same, pulling you close to him. Quickly inhaling, you catch the cologne laced into his clothes. he’s been wearing the same thing for years and it never gets old.

“i’m glad to see you made it here in one piece.. how was the flight?” he said as he glanced down at you watching as you pulled away to look for your luggage once again.

“it was good.. a bit of turbulence coming from minnesota but not too bad..” you stood ahead of him so when responding to him, you turned your body to see him. when speaking to him you’d observe his features.. looking at his freckles as some new one’s appeared on his cheeks every year, his dark blue eyes, his new haircut that maybe was his best one. you loved everything about him..

your thoughts were quickly interrupted when he said “is that your bag?” and pointing, you turned back around. “yes it is!” you said as you quickly went to grab it. as you pulled it off, he picked up your carry on and walked over to you, offering to take your suitcase also. you let him do so but in turn, you took your carry on from him and walked with him out to his car, which he pushed the bags into and then went to your side of the car, opening the door before finally going to his.

getting in the car, you noticed he did what he always did when driving and that was resting his right hand on the gear shift, even though he didn’t need to use it, and driving with his left. crossing your legs in the passenger seat, you leaned closer to his side of the car with your arm on the center console.. this didn’t go unnoticed by him as a small smile formed on his face.

“how’s work going?” he asked, looking over at you meeting your eyes before looking back at the road.

“it’s going. half the time im just tired and need a break. that’s why i’m glad you offered to let me come up.. i really just needed to be away from everything at home.” you sighed, your hand coming to your forehead to gently rub it. he took his free hand and moved it back, gently rubbing his finger against your arm.

“i definitely don’t understand but i wish i did.. sometimes i wish i could put myself in your shoes.” he said, you knew he cared - but sometimes he wasn’t great with his words when it came to comforting you over work. he never really understood what it was like to work a normal job, even through college. his parents paid for everything when he was busy studying and playing hockey in college. the two of you talked about stuff while driving, stuff you hadn’t talked ab the night before or just the music on the radio… small talk always turned into long deep conversations. you always loved that about him. ever since that first night the two of you went out to dinner together back in highschool.

getting to his place, you walked in, being greeted by his two dogs, smiling as they sniffed you, wagging their tails excitedly, they didn’t jump which shocked you. “i didn’t realized you trained them so well” you smiled as he walked past you with your bags in his hands.

“yeah it took a long time..” he shrugged as he walked into the spare bedroom he had assigned to you. “you’ve never been here before right?”

“i think maybe for a party when i was in new york but that’s about it..” most of your years apart, he’d been coming back to minnesota. he’d come and see you. even when you were in new york for a few playoff games, he saw you at your hotel and you guys were together everywhere except for his home.

“oh - i thought you’d been here more then that.” he felt a bit of guilt wash over him as he walked out of the room you were staying in. “uh- well cmon girl.” he said motioning for you to come into the room with him. you laughed before following after him.

“this is your room, you have a nice view. your sheets are clean and you have clean towels in your bathroom.” he pointed to the bathroom off the side of the bedroom. “but if you need anymore, they’re in the bathroom in my bedroom.” he smiled, before putting his hand on the small of your back, guiding you out of the room. he motioned to everything as he spoke it out ‘living room, balcony that’s really high up so he doesn’t sit out there much, the kitchen, the spare bathroom, his bedroom, his bathroom’ the sheets on his bed weren’t flattened or made, they were everywhere showing he didn’t make his bed which made you smile at the ounce of personality laced into his room.

“oh and.. there’s the washer and dryer for you..” he pointed to a little side area, where the two were tucked away off of the kitchen. you didn’t have much to say except for complimenting his home. for a small apartment.. it was large. the windows were high and so were the ceilings, lots of natural light accenting the colors of his apartment.

the tall man let you off to unpack while he took care of his dogs, taking them downstairs and outside while you put the clean clothes into the dresser he had told you to put them in and in the closet in the room. and taking all your dirty clothes and putting them in the washer. you embarrassingly made sure you knew what panties and bras were in the wash before you pushed your clothes in there, not having any interest in letting him even go near your clothes if you didn’t know what was in there.

you thought about what he was thinking about as you walked through his apartment, thinking that maybe he was thinking about you while he leaned down to pet his dog. maybe he was thinking about all your outfits you planned to wear or everything the two of you would do…

and honestly that is all that was on his mind. something that he kept secret was how much he adored you… yeah he’s been there for the last 10 years with you, but he probably loved you more then any girl he’s ever attempted to date.

everytime he’d find a girl, you’d stay out of his life as much as possible though every waking minute he thought “what will i do with y/n tonight?”, “i wonder what she’s doing”, “does she want to hangout this weekend?”. and even when he moved to the island, even when he signed for all those years with new york, he still dreamt of a reality he could have with you. but he knew you didn’t like him like that. sometimes he even wondered if you were using him but moments like today where you looked at him like you needed something more from him when he held you close in a hug, he knew that even if you didn’t love him the same way he did, that you were there for the long haul.

eventually, you were out of your airport clothes and into shorts and an islanders hoodie, trying to stay comfortable and feel clean. you sat yourself on the couch as anders walked in.

“i tried to give you as much time as possible..” he said while letting the dogs off their leash.

“you gave me plenty. thank you.” you smiled as you turned your body to view him from the couch. he walked closer to you and his hand rested on the back of the couch, leaning over you.

“i see you’ve gotten comfortable.” he smiled, bending down closer to you. “nice hoodie, you a big isles fan?” anders teased as he pulled at the soft material. he let go and stood up straight again, coming to sit down beside you.

“yeah, i have this boy i like a lot, he plays for the islanders.” you teased him back, batting your eyelashes at him.

“oh really?” he sat down, taking your legs and laying them across his lap. “tell me more about him.. he sounds fun.”

“he is. he’s tall and blonde.. he’s got nice teeth and a lot of freckles, he’s very very handsome..” you made a face, teasing him further. “so handsome” you threw your head back, swooning.

“wow! he sounds like a very lovely guy. i wish you luck” his cheeks burned a little, patting your shin with his wide palm. you noticed as the pink patched across his cheeks, making yours turn that soft shade as well. you looked away from him, sticking your hand out to gently pet one of his dogs that sat at his feet. “so um.. what do you wanna do tonight? or just.. in the next two weeks.” he cleared his throat, breaking the silence with his question.

“well.. i don’t know. you’re the one with the idea of what’s to do!” you said gently hitting his arm.

“hm.. well i have two games this week, and next week i have 2 next week.. one is an away game. so i’m sorry in advance..” he said, gently squeezing your bare leg.

“it’s okay, i kind of expected you to be gone longer then that” you cut him some slack as he thought further.

“i dunno, we should just play it by ear. but if you want something good for dinner tonight, we can go somewhere fancy or somewhere simple, what are you thinking?”

“hm.. something simple. i’ll save dressing up nice for another night.” you said leaning into the cushion, staring back to him.

a smile formed across his face, his dark blue eyes squinting as he smiled. “okay.. cool. did you happen to bring your jersey with you? if not we can always just go and buy you a new one..”

you almost blushed as you remembered how he was so willing to spoil you. so quick to give you anything you wanted. “yeah i brought it.. i wouldn’t mind a new one though.” you said pulling your legs out of his lap, bringing them to your chest.

“yeah doesn’t yours just have an A on it?”

“oh heavens no, it’s not that old. I do have an A one though.”

the conversation continued , talking about all the small things you could simply conceive into a conversation. it moved from the couch, to the kitchen, to his room and to the balcony, you both talked almost non stop until you realized the both of you were hungry. the two of you talked about where to eat dinner and as he let you go to get ready, he himself got in the shower. when you pulled on some nicer clothes, placing your perfume at your pulses, and grabbing some small things you needed, as you sat in the living room again , the smell of his body wash filled the apartment from the hot shower he took. you almost keeled over, thinking ab how nice he’s always smelled.

after he finished his shower and got dressed, he met you in the living room and grabbing his keys from the table sitting in front of you, he nodded to the door. “let’s go.” he said with a cute little smile, offering you a hand to stand you up. he pulled a jacket over his shoulders but knew he was only grabbing it to help you out when he knew you’d complain about being colder later in the night.

sometimes his personality makes it easy for you to forget he’s an athlete, ignoring that it’s professional. he does this for a living, but the way he treats you, you easily forget it. he walked with you, holding a soft conversation as the two of you rode the elevator, got in his truck and rode to dinner. dinner was in some small restaurant in one of those small towns on the island. dinner was good but the one thing you paid attention to the entire night was him. getting ice cream after and even buying a few groceries at the store with him before going home, it was all him. on the drive him, you leaned into the center console, your knees were at your chest and the moment the two of you had sang a song the two of you fondly shared memories of, your pinkies had become linked with the other. it took until the end of the drive where the two of you managed to let go, neither wanting to but both of you having to hold something going inside, there was no other choice.

you struggled to believe that you’d be able to spend these two weeks without folding and telling him but you didn’t know that he felt the entire same way.

-

as the night grew later, anders was laying on the couch doing his hockey homework, watching over old footage, almost his entire body sprawled across the couch. he had a notebook sat on his thigh, slowly scribbling stuff on it under the light of a lamp.

you had found a laundry basket and pushed your now dry clothes into it, slowly scooting it over to the living room to sit on the floor and fold your clothes. he noticed as you sat down and began to move his feet. “here, come sit-“ and he stopped once he saw you shake your head.

“no it’s okay.” you smiled to him. he nodded and gave a soft response before looking back at the footage. every now and again he’d glance down at you while it plays quietly. he watched as you bobbed your head to the music playing in your own head, listening to your quiet hums. he watched your quick movements with folding your clothes, wondering why you were moving so fast with some items of clothing. he began to observe what was in the basket instead of watching his footage like he should’ve been. you tried to ignore his eyes on you as you folded through the panties and bras you had washed that you didn’t want him to see, though with his hockey eye precision he did anyways. his face turned a soft pink as he finally realized what he was looking at - he was now back to watching hockey while you folded laundry. suddenly you were a little relieved to have the uncomfortable subject matter in your hands.

you now were the one observing him as he did his thing. you watched how he wrote messily against his thigh, trying to ignore how thick it was underneath the notepad. something about his legs was how large they were. perfect for sitting in a crowded space, inconvenient situation, for a booster in a mirror or maybe one day a sloppy hookup who knows. but as the thoughts raced through your head, creating scenarios past the ones you already experienced such as inconvenient situations.. your cheeks began to burn and suddenly your hands were conveniently back in the laundry before you finished.

“i have morning skate tomorrow.. if you wanna come” he said as he turned the tv off, breaking the room off into silence except for his voice. he began to sit up, stretching as he sat all the way up. he then leaned over, resting his elbows against his thighs to watch as you placed the folded laundry back into the basket. you stood up and stared down at him. “yeah.. sure i can go.” you said, shrugging, leaning over to pick up the basket.

“cool. you have to wake up early though.” he also stood, coming closer to you, leaning over you momentarily. “you should get some sleep then.” his hand gently rested on your arm, pushing you gently towards the bedroom you stayed in.

“so should you..” you rolled your eyes, a smile forming across his lips as he leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“i’m glad you’re staying with me for two weeks… get some rest.” he said as he stepped past you, making his way to his room. “goodnight.” he turned to see you and as you began walking to your own room, you turned to look at him as well. his hair was a mess over his head and it made you giggle.

“goodnight.” you nodded before gently shutting the door to your room. you could hear the dogs as they shuffled into his room to lay in the bed with him. you didn’t even want to imagine what he wore to bed but if it was anything like college, it was still nothing but boxers… he was so fit and it was almost insufferable.

-

sleeping that night was easy, you had put away all your laundry before you almost drowned yourself entirely in your sheets, cozy until the morning where he opened your door with a soft voice, coaxing you out of your sleep.

“goodmorning..” he said as he leaned into your doorway. you let out a groan, trying to ignore him before he did the same again. he did it once more before he was letting the dogs into the room, excited to see you as he walked in as well. he knew you were never the best at waking up early so he tried his best to get you out of bed without putting you in a bad mood.

“come on” he said, sitting down at your feet, gently shaking your legs. “get up, hon.” he stared up at the ceiling, listening to your voice as you complained more and more, finally pulling yourself out of the sheets. hunched over yourself you stared at him through tired eyes.

“goodmorning.” he smiled, staring down at you with his dark eyes. “do you still want to go?”

“mhm..” you nodded, letting your head fall into his arm. how hand came to the back of your head, stroking your hair before slowly getting up again.

“okay then, get up, we gotta go.”

standing in the shower, you slowly began to wake up more, still yawning every few minutes before you finished your shower, trying to move at a good pace knowing he needed to get going. you brushed your teeth and pulled some clothes on before walking out.

“here..” he said, putting a jacket over your shoulders before he grabbed his keys. you pulled his jacket around your body, smelling him within the threads. you walked behind him as the two of you walked down the hallway.

“do you want dunkin?” he said to you as you both made your way to his truck, getting in, he heard you utter a soft yes. you stared down at your phone for a bit until he called your name.

“yeah?”

“you okay?” he said, his blonde hair was curly that morning, looking barely brushed out.

“yeah i am.. i’m just sleepy.”

“mh. yeah i know how you get. i’m sorry for getting you up so early” he gave you a gentle smile and you gave it back, making his smile even brighter. bundled up in his jacket, the two of you got your dunkin and were off to the arena. todays skate was in UBS. it wasn’t public but you sat with a few of the media detailing people, knowing one or two, being able to chat while the boys practiced. it was a longer practice, coach trying to condition them after a loss. you knew anders would be a little sore later that day, causing you to think of any remedies you may have while they finished up.

as anders finished, he was at the top of the stairs at the lower level of the arena seating.

“you wanna go?” he said, a soft smile on his face, nodding to the general direction of the exit. he felt like he never stood in this perspective of the arena, causing him to be overcome with slight shock as he watched you jog up the stairs. “you seem a bit more chipper now..” his gaze met yours as you walked with him to the truck.

“yeah i’m a bit better now” you smiled. the two of you held your hands in your pockets, but you felt your body brush against his every now and again while walking. you wished with everything inside of you that you could place your hand in his.

“do you want to get breakfast now? or do something else” he said, kicking a pebble under his foot before you made it to his truck. getting in you told him sure and that’s where you went. you went somewhere he wanted, you didn’t really care . the two of you ate breakfast in perfect bliss, sitting across from each other while quietly chatting over stacks of pancakes and bacon.

the two of you decided to end the morning back at his apartment so the two of you could just end up napping.

when getting into the apartment, the two of you had taken the dogs outside, you taking one while he took the other and as you both came inside, a yawn fell over the both of you. you changed into some more comfortable clothes and as you settled into the couch, turning on the TV to play some ambiguous movie, he ended up sitting down next to you. he offered you to sit against him so you did, tucking yourself underneath his arm, laying in his chest. the two of you slowly began to lay further on the couch, sooner or later, your body on top of his while he laid there with his arms around you.

the two of you were asleep, the sun slowly coming through the windows, leaving you both sleeping for hours before one of you finally woke up. it was him..

he woke up, seeing your head against his chest. his cheeks burned as he brought his hand to play with the ends of your hair as they fell across his chest. he lifted his leg so that his thigh was pressed to yours, warming your body as you rested. he winced a little, feeling his body becoming sore, especially as he felt your weight under him but he tried to ignore it, more focusing on matching his breathing pattern to your own.

starting up at the ceiling, he felt your breathing pattern change as you began to wake up. “hi” he said softly, pulling his hand from your hair, watching as you blinked slowly at him. “hiiii” you smiled, pushing your face into his chest again, not even thinking about how you laid on top of him.

“we don’t have to get up, but can you maybe move your legs a little so i can move my leg..” his voice was gentle, and you made a soft noise of approval.

“you can move me however you want..” you said against his chest, essentially going rag doll on him.

as a man does, the words sounded foul in his head, as his hands moved to your sides, gently grabbing you and pulling you up with his body. he tried to ignore how they made him feel as he pushed his thigh between your legs, sitting you up against his frame. he let your arms fall around his chest as you settled in his lap. he found the remote and changed it over to the footage he had to continue doing over from the night before, noticing how you seemed to have fallen back asleep, sitting in his lap. as he began to watch the plays again, he whispered comments to myself.

although he thought you were asleep, when laying there, in reality you were trying to process how when you spoke… he placed you with his thigh right between your legs. you tried to ignore it, you tried to ignore the feeling growing in your body, but as his hand met the small of your back.. you almost folded. you listened to his whispers, but noticing his breath getting heavier, it made it hard to focus on anything he was doing when lacking one of your key senses.

feeling risky, as anders pushed his hand down the small of your back, his fingers pushed under the elastic of the shorts you had on.. not with any devious intention, just to entertain himself as he rubbed his hand across your back. he would do it every few times his hand would come down to your waistband. he noticed over time your breathing pattern hadn’t shifted back to how it did when you slept and simply your breaths began to get heavier as you continued on. he shifted, his thigh pressing into your core…

“anders..” your voice came out soft and quick, causing your eyes to shoot open, covering your mouth with the speed of lightning. “oh my god- i’m sorry.” your face was red as you leaned against him, trying to act like it didn’t happen all the while his face was burned up too. “i-it’s okay..” he threw his head back, trying not to even think about it but as you readjusted he could feel the way your chest heaved slightly. you tried to ease yourself back to reality as his hand was pressed against your lower half again. his hand now slowly encompassing your ass as he rubbed it up and down your backside. you knew he was doing it on purpose..

you almost felt confident in yourself to simply push yourself down into his quad again and get away with it, but you were scared to even try. you slowly moved your hips against his thigh.. very slowly. only enough so maybe he’d notice if he paid attention. with his hand on your ass, he almost noticed immediately. he didn’t try to stop you, he even moved his hand with your hips. he let it go on for a minute or two before his voice broke the silence.

his name fell from your lips. “what are you doing..” he whispered. he knew what you were doing. he spoke in a voice that just oozed with arrogance. finally .. you turned your head to look at him. when your eyes met his, he could see the ways yours were almost melting out of your head. staring, you saw the cocky smile on his face. he didn’t just want to let you do what you were doing.. he needed it.

“i know what i’m doing, but you should show me what you really want..” you spoke, almost without thinking, hoping maybe he’d try to take control over the situation. but by simply speaking that way, it proved to him that this was something both of you wanted.

Anders nodded and his hands were around your waist again as he picked you up slightly, sitting you back down on his thigh at a better angle. “this okay?”

you nodded, your hands coming to his chest, your eyes meeting his. your hand slowly pushed up his chest, making its way to the back of his neck. you leaned in closer and as your lips ghosted over his, your name quietly fell from his mouth before he pressed his lips into yours. he held you close as you kissed him. you released from the kiss, your eyes opening to see his.

“little desperate aren’t we..” his frowny smile made a smile form across your lips. you nodded and kissed him and again..

“anders..” his name fell from your lips, his hands that held your hips encouraged you to move against his thick thigh. “oh my god..” you whimpered softly, the friction between your legs left your face flushed.

“what is it?” he said , watching as you pulled your head back, your eyes meeting his. “hm tell me..” he hummed.

“it feels so good..” you whined. simply having him hold you like this gave you the satisfaction of a love struck girl. “i’ve wanted this for so long” your head tilted back, following the movements of his hands as he guided you through the roll of your hips.

his cheeks burned at your words. hearing you say it gave him butterflies, he felt stupid feeling that way. “me too” he mumbled as he watched you pleasure yourself on his thigh. he leaned forward, placing his lips against your neck as you leaned back. your soft moans grew as he kissed down your soft skin, gently nipping at it, his tongue relieving the bitten skin.

your skin burned as he kissed at it, his hands slowly moved up your hips and slowly pushed underneath your shirt, feeling up your sides before getting to your chest. “can i take off your shirt?” he asked against your skin. you made a small sound of approval and as he pulled it over your head, he couldn’t ignore the deep blue lacy bra you had on.

“did you wear this for me?” he asked, his hands gently rubbing over the lace on the cups.

“m-maybe.. everything i packed was for you..” you confessed, feeling as his large hands covered your chest, squeezing your chest before his hand came behind you, gently unclipping your bra with one hand while the other moved to the small of your back, helping you hold your rhythm as you ground against his thigh. as he pulled the bra from your frame, he almost drooled at the sight of your bare frame.

“you wanna take those shorts off, baby?” he spoke, placing his face between your neck and your shoulder again, gently kissing at your exposed skin.

“n-not yet..” you whimpered, your hands coming to the back of his neck, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. he gave a soft noise of acknowledgment as he placed his hand on your lower spine, pushing it forward so that you would lean back, your chest pushed out to him.

he took your nipple between his teeth, gently sucking at your chest. your hand was in his hair, gently tugging at it as he played with your hardening nipples while you fucked yourself on his thigh. he sucked on each of them until he was bored, moving further down until he couldn’t kiss you without moving you from his leg. he could see the look on your face as you go you were close to your orgasm, causing his hard-on growing in his pants to twitch. your face was filled with pure ecstasy. he looked down to see the wet patch on your shorts, forming on his own.

“you gonna cum, baby?” he spoke softly , holding your head up so he could see you. you nodded.

“yes anders.. fuck..” you whined while you held onto him to hold yourself up. “fuck.. please oh my god..” you cried out loudly, feeling yourself coming closer and closer before finally, one last swipe of your clit over his thigh and you were done for. your body leaning into his as you rode out your orgasm, he held your shaking frame close.

“i got you baby…” he said as he move his leg with your body until you slowed down and stopped, your chest rising and falling, underneath his big arms wrapped around you. as you finally came down from your high, you pushed yourself up from his chest, placing a kiss to his jaw.

“you all good?” he asked, patting your back.

“yes.. i’m fine.” a laugh left your mouth , looking down at your legs and your shorts. you even noticed his hard on in his pants , making your face burn. “so uh.. you wanna keep going..” you looked up at him.

soon you were being picked up by him and taken to his bedroom, and as he threw you down on his bed, he was pulling his shirt off before helping you get the wet shorts you had on off as well, soon your panties also. he pushed his shorts down and as he pulled his boxers down, you were sitting there marveling at his body - he was carved by the gods themself. “what?” he said , noticing how you stared when he pushed his hands into his hair, pushing it back from his face before he was on top of you.

when he was on top, he placed his lips against yours. he smiled into the kiss, his hands feeling down your thighs and between your legs before his fingers gently pressed against your sensitive clit, causing you to shutter against him.

“anders..” you whimpered as he circled your sensitive clit. he breathed against your lips, trying to contain himself while his cock throbbed between his legs. he continued to push you to your edge before you were almost at your second orgasm then pulling his fingers away. your voice sounded desperate as you whined his name.

“you ready for me to fuck you?” he spoke as he pulled away, finding his body between your legs, pushing them around his hips.

you nodded, as he picked up his cock, pushing the tip through your wet folds. his cock was thick in his hand as he pressed his tip against your entrance. he took his free hand, pushing your leg up around his side. “okay baby..” he mumbled quietly before he pushed his cock into you, slowly pushing himself in further, leaning over you to stare at your face as you melted into ecstasy. he didn’t stop until his cock was fully buried inside of you, causing his head to fall forward, a grunt leaving him.

his hair was a mess as he held his hand to your hip, his fingers imprinting on your soft skin. “f-fuck anders..” your voice was weak as he composed himself, finally pulling out until he was nearly at the top again before slamming back into you. you cried out, your hands meeting the sheets, your fingers tightened within the soft fabric as he began to steadily thrust into you. your name fell from his lips as he threw his head back, fucking into you.

he soon leaned over you, placing his arms under your waist, holding your hips up higher to his as he fucked you, causing him to hit you at a different angle. your moans became louder as you melted under him. your back arched underneath him, you whines while he freed a hand to hold your face, causing you to look up at him.

“open..” he spoke softly, encouraging you to open your swollen lips so he could press his fingers into your mouth, his thick digits filling your mouth, your moans vibrating against his calloused skin.

as you sucked his fingers, he fucked his cock into you, picking up his pace while he watched his fingers go in and out of your mouth. “shit baby…” he groaned under his breath while he held your hips to him. you couldn’t express how close you were through speaking so you used your noises, moaning loudly around his fingers, your eyes hooded as you tried to keep yourself composed as you could feel your second orgasm rising through your skin.

“you bout to cum, baby?” he leaned closer to you, pulling his fingers from your mouth. you nodded. “no tell me more..” he spoke, his hand moving your hair from your face.

“yes.. fuck anders i’m gonna cum. i’m gonna cum on your fucking cock..” you strung your words together as he held your face.

“why don’t we cum together” he said, leaning back, knowing this meant you couldn’t just cum when you wanted to. he leaned back, placing both hands back on your hips, holding you up by your hip bones rather than under your back. he began to pull your hips to his, adding to the overwhelming pleasure growing. he thrusted into the spot which made you see stars, feeling himself edging closer every time he’d thrust into you. throwing his head back, he groaned.

“fuck baby i’m gonna cum oh my god..” his fingers began to bruise your skin as he gripped your hips.

“cum inside of me.. please anders-“ you whined. he knew you were safe - so he was almost begging in his head to be able to cum inside of you. you could feel yourself coming closer, almost being pushed over the edge until he finally said

“cum for me baby..” his words were gruff as he continued to rock his hips into you, watching as you finally let yourself go, your body arching towards him while you almost screamed his name, squeezing his cock with your walls, coaxing him to give you one final slam into your cunt before filling you up. you tried not to scream as he leaned over, holding you close as you rode through your orgasm. “fuck baby.. you’re so good.. god damn you’re so good..” he stilled his hips, fighting his own urges to continue fucking you through his own orgasm. he was deep in you, his cum could have dripped out with how much he dumped into you.

your chest was heaving as he slowly moved back, your eyes were very soft as you stared up at him.

“can i pull out or would you like me to stay here a little longer..” he asked, moving your hair from your face once more, leaning over to kiss you gently.

“y-you can pull out..” your voice was hoarse, leaving him to kiss your cheeks and forehead, your lips against them your chin before he sat up, slowly pulling out. he watched as his cum dripped from you, biting his lip before he got up, pulling on his boxers before getting a warm damp rag to clean you up from his bathroom. making his way back in, he watched as you slowly propped yourself up on your palms.

“you doin okay?” he spoke softly as he wiped between your legs, up your thighs and down between your folds. you nodded , a small sound of approval leaving your lips as you stared at him while he concentrated between your legs. he finally looked up at you, his blue eyes meeting yours. you leaned forward, placing your lips against his. he moved a hand to hold your face as he kissed you.

“i want to tell you something - but i just don’t want you to freak out..” your voice was soft as you spoke against his lips.

“yeah , what is it?” he slowly pulled away, moving to go and grab you some of his own sweatpants - “one second.” he jogged to your room, finding where you had put your clothes and found panties for you before jogging back. he walked over to you and helped put them on your frame.

“i uh.. i don’t know.. i just think i have to confess to you how much i’ve wanted to do that for so long..” you spoke as he pushed the pants up your legs.

“yeah?” his response wasn’t dismissive, he was thinking of a response. “well i’ve always.. felt the same. i just couldn’t ever tell you..” he looked up, his eyes meeting yours.

“ive wanted you for a long time” he shrugged. “ever since that first night we went out to dinner after a game. you’ve been the one i’ve wanted..” he said, placing his lips against yours.

“then why did you wait so long?” you asked as he pulled away, to grab a t-shirt for you. he came back to the bed and motioned for you to lift your arms up.

as he pulled the shirt over your head he spoke “well i could ask you the same thing.” he shrugged and finally sat back down on the bed with you, rolling back to lay with you in the pillows. “i guess maybe i just expected it to happen.. i’m not sure.”

you smiled, looking up at him with your frame against him. his chest was bare, and as you leaned against him you could feel as his heart beat.

“i’m not sure how this will work out, y/n.. but i love you. you know i love you but i mean it.. i love you so much that words fail to describe how much i’ve always wanted you.” he said, his eyes avoiding yours, almost embarrassed at having to dump out all of his feelings.

“i love you too anders.. so much.” you reached your hand up, forcing him to look down at you, a smile on your face as you did so. “you should treat me to dinner some time this week..” a giggle slipped from your lips as he rolled his eyes.

“yeah- if i can get you out of the house without wanting to fuck you again..” he chirped, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your lips. “you should take a nap again baby” he said, his hands rubbing down your back once more.

“you too..” you said, placing your face against his chest as you let sleep take over you again.

it was almost like everything that just happened was fake - how on earth did you just fuck your best friend and in all of it, confess your feelings to him in the process. you never thought he’d feel the same way but suddenly, when the two of you were left alone in a place no one could even think to interrupt, all the walls came crashing down.

you loved that boy; you’ve loved him ever since that night he showed an ounce of compassion that no star QB, no NHL bound forward, no highschool league baseball player could have ever shown any girl like he showed you.

the way his hands fit into yours and the way his lips felt when he kissed your head or the way his arm fell into the groove of your waist was never unnoticed in any situation where you were closer than just friends.

anders lee was your best friend and your love.. no one could ever take that from you, not now.

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[skyesdaisys]

character's i write for

welcome to my list of characters where i have many of them from many fandoms that i write for

requests: temporarily closed

bolded names are ones i really wanna write for

yellowjackets (shauna shipman, jackie taylor, lottie matthews, taissa turner, van palmer, nat scatorccio, laura lee, callie sadecki)

dc titans (dick grayson, jason todd, kory anders, gar logan, donna troy, dawn granger, hank hall)

fear street (deena johnson, sam fraser, ziggy berman, cindy berman, kate schmidt, alice hart, simon kalivoda, tommy slater, young!nick goode)

teen wolf (scott mccall, stiles stilinski, isaac lahey, malia tate, kira yukimura, lydia martin, liam dunbar)

american horror story (violet harmon, kit walker, lana winters, zoe benson, madison montgomery, kyle spencer, misty day, cordelia goode, jimmy darling, tristan duffy, winter anderson, mallory, brooke thompson)

the summer I turned pretty (jeremiah fisher, belly conklin, taylor jewel, shayla wang, conrad fisher)

miscellaneous: maeve rojas (one of us is lying), leighton murray (the sex lives of college girls), miguel diaz (cobra kai), brooke davis (one tree hill), maeve wiley & ruby matthews (sex education), kate bishop (hawkeye), roronoa zoro (one piece live action), daisy johnson (agents of shield), zach dempsey (13 reasons why)

another thing i'd like to add, i wouldn't mind writing poly ships x reader like dickkory, jackieshauna, stalia, sameena, lottienat, jaygar, etc. (or a poly ship with crossover characters like dick grayson & kate bishop for example)

i will write for fluff, angst, and maybe smut (there's only so much i am comfortable with though) if you ask nicely. and i only write for fem & gn readers

and as a reminder, you guys can request for the following fandoms for oneshots, headcanons, or just sending your fluffy or horny thoughts in my inbox (i don't judge)

#yellowjackets x reader #titans x reader #dc titans x reader #fear street x reader #ahs x reader #tsitp x reader #jaiden writes things

[miracleonice87]

17 w barzy pls! i feel like he only ever gets smut or fluff written w him

from m's midnights prompt list

warnings (cw / tw): miscarriage, pregnancy loss, mourning... this one's a doozy, folks 😔 please don't read if these subjects are triggering or sensitive for you

word count: ~2,100

17. Bigger Than The Whole Sky

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It started as the most typical Isles weekday gameday. Mat woke up an hour before morning skate, kissed your forehead, and rolled out of bed as you snoozed away for just a few more minutes, the early-pregnancy exhaustion hitting you hard the last several weeks. He made himself a coffee, you an Earl Grey, and carried both back to the bedroom where he found you just beginning to stir. You both sipped at your drinks as you went through your morning grooming and threw on athleticwear. Soon, after a playful kiss in the hallway, you were both headed out the door, Mat to the rink and you to the Lees’ to workout with Grace in their home gym. 

At least, with the intention to workout with Grace. 

Instead, your world as you knew it and your greatest dream came crashing down during the short drive to the Lee house.

What started as light cramping quickly gave way to sharp, stabbing pains that had you doubled over in Grace’s doorway by the time you reached their stately home. She knowingly shuffled you inside, alarm bells blaring in her head even as she used her calmest tone and did everything she could to soothe you. Her babysitter quickly led the girls away from the scene, distracting them with an invitation to play princess dress-up in the toyroom down the hall, away from your intensifying sobs.

As Grace guided you toward her car in the garage, your hands gripping hers with knuckles white as you leaned into her for strength, she noticed a figment of every expectant parent’s worst fear… the seat of your grey leggings stained with an unsettlingly substantial amount of blood. 

“Is this it?” you cried. “Is this what it feels like?”

The pit deepened in her gut, her maternal instincts screaming yes. 

“I don’t know, sweetheart,” she answered softly. “We’re gonna go find out, okay? Together.” 

“A-and Mat…”

“I know. Of course.” 

You reached the passenger door, and with one hand Grace opened the adjacent rear door, grabbed one of the girls’ pink travel pillows, and tossed it onto your seat in the hope that it would somehow make you more comfortable on the drive to the hospital. She got you settled into the passenger seat and seconds later, was already rolling down her driveway at a speed faster than she ever hit on a normal day, making an impossible phone call via her hands-free navigation. 

At the other end of that call was her sweet husband, who thank god had gotten caught up talking to one of the assistant coaches about gameplans and hadn’t yet stepped onto the ice for morning skate as Mat had minutes ago. 

Anders looked at his phone with a furrowed brow and a knot in his stomach… Grace never called him when she knew he was at the rink.

“G? What’s going on?” 

That’s when she told him it was you, not herself, who was the reason for the call. 

“Shit… is she…”

“I don’t know. She’s in a lot of pain, Anders.” Which he already knew from your muffled sobs on the speakerphone. He’d never heard you cry before. “She’s bleeding. Get Mat off the ice now and tell him to meet us at the hospital.” 

“Fuck. Okay. Be careful – I’m-I’m hanging up.” 

“Okay. I’ll call you.”

“Yeah.” 

Anders tapped the red button and sat in silence at his stall for the briefest of seconds, running a hand through his hair and blowing out a breath through pursed lips, absolutely dreading what he had to do next. 

He made his way down the tunnel, stopping at the bench instead of immediately hopping out onto the ice. Lane noticed and caught his eye. Anders closed the short gap between himself and his head coach, ducked his head, and explained the situation as quietly and briefly as he could. Lane’s expression went cold, and he offered a slow, single nod, then cleared his throat. 

“I’ll do it if you want me to, but I think you should maybe be the one to…”

Anders cut him off, shaking his head. 

“No… no, he should hear it from me.”

Lane set his jaw, clapped the captain’s shoulder, and fixed his gaze back across the ice with a pained exhale. 

Anders shuffled to the end of the bench at its opening and waited a few moments for Mat to skate past him on a loop. When he did, he called, “Barz.” Hoarse, somber, short. The younger player immediately skidded to a stop, sending snow flying from beneath his blades. 

“What’s up?” he asked, panting. 

Anders swallowed, tucking his chin to his chest for a moment. 

“Leezy? What’s up?” Mat repeated, brow furrowing. 

Anders met Mat’s eyes again and sighed. 

“You gotta go to the hospital, bud,” he said softly, unable to keep his voice from shaking. “Grace just called, and-”

Mat didn’t even let Anders finish his thought before he jumped the threshold and ran down the tunnel, shedding his gear as he went, trying to hold it all in his hands and beneath his arms. Anders followed close behind. 

“Barzy, bud, are you good to drive?”

Mat nodded furiously without so much as a glance Anders’ way. 

“I’ll drive you if you want.”

Mat shook his head. 

“You call me if you need anything, you hear me?”

He was nodding again, and simultaneously busting through the doors of the locker room, where he threw all his gear into his bag, pried off his skates, and tugged on his crewneck and sweats in the blink of an eye before heading for the exit with just his keys and his phone… but he stopped in front of his friend before he could make it that far. 

Anders could see the red already rimming his eyes, and he felt his own throat constricting as he heard Mat’s breath coming in short, stuttering gasps. 

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this, man,” Mat managed between breaths. 

All Anders could do was grab Mat in a crushing hug, the sounds of him clapping Mat’s back echoing in the empty locker room. 

“It never is. I’m sorry.” 

No words appear before me in the aftermath

Salt streams out my eyes and into my ears

Every single thing I touch becomes sick with sadness

'Cause it's all over now, all out to sea…

The ultrasound screen had been turned off for at least half an hour by now, you and Mat left alone by the doctor for nearly as long, but you still lay flat on your back, wet cheek pressed to the ugly pleather exam table, willing the black screen to turn back on and tell you something different than it already had. Willing this nightmare to end, willing yourself to wake up, willing it not to be true, to be some giant, cruel misunderstanding. 

No words came to your lips, though thousands of them hummed incessantly between your ears, intrusive thoughts even louder than they’d been all morning in the now-silent room. You heard Mat sniffling behind you, felt his lips kissing the back of your hand every few seconds. Before he’d arrived, you had thought you could not possibly ever feel the sting of devastation more acutely than when the doctor had uttered the words “I’m so sorry; you’re miscarrying.” But good god, the second Mat ran through those sliding glass doors in an utter panic, hair wild no doubt from pulling it throughout the entire drive to the hospital, eyes and nose and cheeks pink from crying, lips parted and shoulders rising and falling as he attempted to catch his breath… you realized how wrong you’d been. 

You could handle the pain this would inflict upon you. But seeing Mat suffering just as much… that made you want to crawl in a hole and never see the light of day again. And since that moment, after he’d gathered you in his arms, you’d tried your damndest to avoid making eye contact with him altogether. 

He was sad because of you. Mourning because of you. Depressed and angry and sick and childless because of you. 

And that was simply too much to bear. 

So it was nearly an hour since he’d gotten there and you had yet to look him in the face again. And while looking him in the face was killing you, you not looking him in the face was killing him. 

Nobody won in this situation. It was a lose-lose-lose. 

“Honey, look at me. Please look at me?” Mat begged from your side. 

Unsurprisingly, he was met with silence, and no motion.

“It’s not your fault. Alright? It’s not your fault, babe,” he said firmly, squeezing your hand. “I need you to hear that.”

More silence. It wasn’t even that you wouldn’t speak, it was that you simply couldn’t. 

Mat sighed, using his free hand to swipe at the never-ending tears streaming down his cheeks. Then, he trailed his palm along the length of your arm. 

“You can be as quiet as you want for as long as you want, baby, because this is an awful fucking thing that’s just happened to us, to you,” he spoke, voice wavering. “But I’m gonna keep talking because I’ve gotta make sure you know that this isn’t because of anything you did, or didn’t do. Like the doctor said, these things happen for reasons we’ll never know. And I’m not upset with you. I’m not mad at you. I could never be mad at you. I love you.” 

You closed your eyes, swearing your eyelids were suddenly outfitted with weights. It was all sinking in… the reality of it, the heaviness, the emptiness. You just wanted to sleep.

You finally opened your mouth, feeling how dry and cotton it had become. You didn’t have the strength to debate him on why this had happened, how it had to be your fault somehow, but you mustered enough to give him what you knew he needed. 

“I love you,” you whispered, unnerved by how weak and small your own voice sounded in the sterile room. 

Behind you, you heard Mat rise up from the uncomfortable vinyl chair. He bent over you, pushing some hair back from your damp face, and pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, relieved and grateful to have gotten any response, any sign of human function, from you at all. Then, he patted your shoulder and said the very thing you’d been dreading.

“Come on… let’s go home.”

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

You were bigger than the whole sky

You were more than just a short time…

Mat didn’t know how he’d found himself in the nursery or how long he'd been there, but after laying with you in your bed and softly stroking your hair as you finally fell into a much-needed slumber, that’s where his aimless wandering had eventually led. He didn’t bother to turn on the light; the afternoon sun streaming through the still untreated windows cast a golden glow on everything in the room. 

It had once felt so cozy, a representation of all that the two of you had to look forward to in the weeks and months to come. He loved sitting in the room all alone when he arrived home from a road trip, late at night when you were already sound asleep, dreaming about who your baby would look like, what they would sound like, who they would someday grow to be. 

With you losing your pregnancy so soon into it, the material items in the room were still few. As he ran his fingertips along the covers of the gifted copies of “Goodnight, Moon,” “On The Night You Were Born,” and “Love You Forever,” and over the stuffed Sparky the Dragon next to them on the shelf, his eyes filled with fresh tears, realizing that he would never get to snuggle his first baby earthside, read to them with Sparky tucked in their lap. He leaned wearily against the railing of the crib he had just put together mere days ago, and as he looked toward the tiny “13” jersey laying on the still plastic-wrapped mattress, a sob escaped his throat and he let himself fall completely apart for the very first time, without needing to remind himself to hold it together in your presence. He turned and sunk down to the floor, leaning against the solid oak frame of the crib, and buried his head in his hands, crying as he never had in all his life.

Eventually, there would be conversations about the next steps to take for your health, whether or not to try again, and when, and whether to leave the nursery as it was or pack it up until, hopefully, you were pregnant once more. But for now, there was just sheer sadness as you and Mat grieved the little one that just wasn’t to be. 

And I've got a lot to pine about

I've got a lot to live without

I'm never gonna meet

What could've been, would've been

What should've been you…

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[comphy-and-cozy]

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TYSON JOST

Third Time’s the Charm* (Tyson Jost x plus sized!Reader) - 11.1K Tyson Jost has been your best friend since you were kids. After a drunken hookup, you thought you’d lost him forever - that is, until he gets traded to the Minnesota Wild, conveniently the city in which you now reside. Will the former flame return when you reunite, or has the time changed everything forever?

A Night in Paris* (JT Compher x Reader x Tyson Jost) - 10.6K Anything can happen on a Friday night at the Hard Deck. When you run into some old friends in search of a night to remember, you just might end up getting exactly what you wished for. Blurbs ✿“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” / “You’re pretty.” “You’re drunk.” ✿Wedding Day ✿Jost Family Reunion ✿Disaster Strikes ✿Trade Angst ✿"It feels like torture but I don't want it to stop."* ✿Pre-Wedding Festivities

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Tyson Jost

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Andrei Svechnikov

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Cale Makar

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Kirill Kaprizov

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Josh Anderson

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Juraj Slavkovksy

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Jack Hughes

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Nico Hischier

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Anders Lee

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Anthony Beauvillier

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Andre Burakovsky

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Colton Parayko

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William Nylander

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Elias Pettersson

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Quinn Hughes

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TJ Oshie

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[senditcolton]

It Will Come Back

a/n: well, my beautiful friend Em (who requested this blurb) did say to hurt her feelings so... here we are! i apologize for nothing. word count: 1.7k warnings: a little bit spicy! does not get all the way to smut, just a very heavy make-out session. gender-neutral!

I know who I am when I’m alone - I’m something else when I see you.

Those ice blue eyes were going to be the death of you. That much you were sure of.

The way they tracked you through the crowd gathering in the living room of Anders house. The depths of them hiding those emotions that you knew only came out in private. Their ability to pin you in place, even if his hands, his body, was no where near you.

If Casey kept looking at you, you knew you weren’t going to make it to the new year.

He was going to be the death of you.

And the worst part… the worse part was that he had already killed a part of you. The part that thought you loved him.

“Hey, are you alright?”

It’s Grace’s voice that pulls you back and you turn to see the concern etched on her face.

“I’m fine.” Your reply is quick, mechanical, the practiced words falling from your lips with ease.

“If you want to leave, no one would blame you,” Grace explains, her hand delicately rubbing your upper arm in comfort. That might have been the worse part of your break-up with Casey. It rough and messy so, of course, everyone knew about it. Dealing with the aftermath alone was difficult enough. Having to face everyone’s sympathy made it that much harder.

“It’s fine, Grace. I knew he was going to be here. If I didn’t think I could handle it, I wouldn’t have come.”

Thankfully, this time Grace accepts your words, shooting you a gentle smile before turning away from you, focusing back on her hosting duties. You heave a sigh, wandering through the crowd of the Lee’s New Year’s Eve party, not entirely sure where you are going but simply wanting an escape.

You locate the staircase that leads to the upper floors, the darkness and quiet from the second floor beckoning you, promising a welcomed reprieve. One which you gladly take.

As you were climbing the stairs, the sounds of the party growing distant and fainter with each step, your mind starts to wonder why you needed this silence, this haven. The answer came as quickly as the question did.

It was because of him. Because of Casey.

You didn’t lie when you said you wouldn’t have come if you didn’t think you could handle it. It was easy to say that when you were in the comfort of your own apartment, alone. You didn’t think about how different it would be when you were around him. The pull he had over you. A part of you swore that you could recognize the sound of his breathing, that you could hear it in your dreams. That you could even hear it now.

It's the brush of fingertips across your shoulder that has you jumping away and spinning. And you realize that you weren’t imagining it. Because Casey was standing in front of you, in the dimly lit hallway, his eyes connected to yours.

“Fuck, Casey, you scared me half to death,” you exclaim, hand raising to your chest to comfort your leaping heart. It doesn’t work because although the fright has subsided, your heart was now doing somersaults at the presence of Casey. The smell of his cologne. The weight of his energy. The sound of his voice.

“You shouldn’t be wandering dark hallways then,” he replies, that casual matter-of-fact tone causing a scoff to fall from you.

“You’re the one sneaking up on someone when their back is turn and I’m at fault here?”

Casey responds to your question with nothing more than a shrug before those eyes are back on you.

“What are you doing up here?”

“I just needed to breathe. Why are you here?”

Casey doesn’t answer immediately, his eyes still locked on you, his gaze moving down your frame and back up, those blue irises connecting with yours once again.

“Seemed like a nice place to relax.”

“My presence was just a happy coincidence then?”

“You really think you’re the reason for my every move?”

“Based on how you have been – are – looking at me, I’d say it’s a pretty good guess.”

There is a small huff of laughter that falls from Casey and you can’t stop the shiver that runs down your spine as you watch that intoxicating smile tug at his lips.

“Always so confident.”

It was dangerous, falling back into this game with him. You should stop feeding it, whatever this animalistic desire was that lingering in between you. That was the smart thing to do. The right thing.

But was there really anyone who always did the ‘right’ thing? And so, you speak again, your voice dipping lower, that sultry tone dripping off the edges of every word.

“You used to like seeing me like this.” The smile on Casey’s face grows and you can see his body language shift, shoulders pulling back and a step taken towards you. Preparing for the dance.

“I did. But I especially loved when you gave all that power to me.”

“That’s never going to happen again.”

“Never is a big word.”

“Look who’s confident now,” you tease. “Well, if you’re so sure you can make me relinquish control…”

You pause, taking those few miniscule steps toward him, closing the gap between the two of you until you are almost flush against his chest. And when you look up to connect your eyes to his, you are so close that you can feel the warmth of his breath on your face. You raise yourself up a little more, leaning in closer until your lips are just barely brushing the shell of his ear.

“…prove it.”

You can sense Casey’s body tense underneath you, a response to your whispered words. You slowly lower yourself down to look at him again, your gaze running over the sharp edge of his now clenched jawline.

The silence that stretches between you is a dare, heavy with the question of who will break first. It stretches on for what feels like a lifetime, although it could’ve easily been only a few seconds. But it was long enough for you to claim the upper hand.

You smirk, your eyebrow raising in triumph and you spin, preparing yourself to wander back down to the party. You should’ve known better. Because before you even take that first step forward, you feel the strong hand and whisper of a gasp escapes as the fingers wrap around your throat. Casey tugs you back to him and you can’t even get a singular syllable out before he crashes his lips on yours.

Whatever words you were about to say dissolve into a moan as you willingly melt into him, accepting his lips and tongue as he deepens the kiss, his own body moving until you find your back pressed against the nearest wall.

As soon as your body makes contact with the solid drywall behind you, another gasp escapes your chest. The noise is what pulls Casey away although he doesn’t go far. The hand that was wrapped around your throat remains as those fucking blue eyes stare down at you.

You know he can feel the thundering of your pulse underneath his hand as the thumb that rested against your jawline begins to move. It follows the edge of your jaw to your chin until the pad of his thumb is pressing against your plush bottom lip. You watch his gaze melt down to your lips and it comes again; that smirk.

The breath that falls is shaky, unsteady and the sound of it shuddering only makes that grin widen. You feel his thumb turn until the dull edge of his fingernail presses into your ski. You feel it drag down; down your lips, your chin, the middle of neck until pausing in the hollow center of your collarbone.

“You could never fool me, sweetheart,” he whispers, the growl in his voice igniting that fire deep within you.

You don’t even attempt to hide your desire, surging up to mee his lips in a passionate kiss again, one which he gladly reciprocates. There is no rational thought in your mind as you feel Casey’s hand pull you off the wall and blindly push you back. You have no idea where he is leading you but you don’t care because you missed this. You missed the feeling of him pressed against you.

It isn’t long until you feel yourself fall back, your body connecting with the soft sheets of a bed and you rip your lips away for a brief moment to register the room around you. Thankfully, Casey wasn’t so desperate to get you alone that you ended up somewhere you shouldn’t be. The room looked to be one of the guest rooms in Grace and Anders house but that was all the information you could gather before Casey is pulling your lips to his again.

The kisses do not cease. Instead, they get deeper and heavier, your bodies rolling against each other, your hands starting to wander. Casey’s hands wander too and you are so lost in the feeling of his weight above you that everything in the world disappears.

Until you feel his fingers brush against the waistband of your jeans. That is when reality snaps back to you and you pull away.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” you breathlessly, lips only centimeters away from his. Your eyes flutter open and find Casey’s. Once your eyes connect, you can see that he understands the deeper meaning behind your words.

It wasn’t that you shouldn’t be doing this; heavily making out in a random room in Anders home. It was that you shouldn’t be doing any of this. You shouldn’t be entertaining the idea of Casey and you together; physically, emotionally. It was a dangerous desperate wild animal, one that should be cast away and left out in the cold.

But here you were, finding warmth in the fire you lit in each other.

“You’re right, we shouldn’t,” Casey replies.

“Then why do we always find ourselves here?”

Casey’s lips twist again but this time it’s not that smirk that makes you weak in the knees. No, it’s that smile that makes your heart ache – one that makes you wish it could all be simpler. The silence continues to stretch until Casey moves again, one hand coming up to brush a singular strand of hair away from your forehead before he speaks again.

“Because you’re just too easy to need.”

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[justonemorewallflower]

WHO/WHAT I WRITE FOR

* stranger things: nancy wheeler, robin buckley, ronance, max mayfield, mike wheeler, madwheeler, will byers, byler

* wednesday: wednesday addams, tyler galpin, wyler

* harry potter: hermione granger, draco malfoy, dramione, siruis black, remus lupin, wolfstar

* anne with an e: anne shirley cuthbert, gilbert blythe, shirbert

* hunger games: lucy gray baird, coriolanus snow, snowbaird

* marvel: miles morales, gwen stacy, gwiles (spiderverse only)

* battlestar galactica: kara "starbuck" thrace, lee "apollo" adama, starpollo, sam t. anders, anastasia "dee" dualla

* if you have any questions about any of my fandoms or ships, feel free to ask! i may be forgetting some or if you're just wanting to know about any ships or fandoms i haven't listed!

THINGS I WRITE

- fandoms: wednesday, stranger things, harry potter, anne with an e, hunger games, battlestar galactica

- fandoms i'm in but don't write a lot (or write nothing) for: star wars, marvel, maze runner, how to train your dragon, disney, she-ra, gravity falls, star versus the forces of evil, the owl house, carnival row, spiderverse, lord of the rings, the hobbit, chronicles of narnia, miss peregrine's home for peculiar children, ever after high, teen wolf, merlin, and heartstopper

- ships: my main four are wyler, ronance, shirbert, and dramione. but my entire list consists of those, reylo, madwheeler, byler, wolfstar, snowbaird, starco, gwiles, and starpollo

- drabbles, blurbs, one shots, fanfics and fanfic concepts

- fluff, smut, angst, and whump

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THINGS I WON'T WRITE

- reader inserts, just not something i'm super comfortable with

- along with reader inserts is any ocs × canon characters. i prefer to write canon characters × canon characters as it's easier for me and just my preference

- toxic/bad ships, for example: snape and hermione. and i will absolutely not write ships for characters that are related to each other or have a major age difference!!! or any weird ones like dobby × harry.

- certain tws! anything that relates to r*pe, incest, pedophilia, eating disorders, sewerslide, etc. other tws i have written before and are okay for me to write, like self-harm, suicidal thoughts, heavy angst/whump, blood/violence, etc. if you're unsure you can always ask me, or i'll let you know if i'd prefer not to write a certain topic

- crack ships, it's just not my thing as i don't really write anything that's meant to be comical

- certain characters: this goes along with the toxic ships, etc. but there are certain characters i will refuse to write. an example is billy hargrove or peter petigrew. the reasons of why i won't may vary but it shall be respected regardless

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[matbaerzal]

i need anders lee to fmu🌞

yeah ✨✨✨

He’d do it if you begged him for it. He’d tease you until you’re desperate and your mind is almost too blurry to get the words out. But your body jolts as he spanks your clit, his eyes almost innocent as he waits for you to answer his question from earlier - “what do want?”

“P-please-“ it’s all you manage to get out, the word all too familiar whenever you’re together.

He spanks your clit again, “please what, my love?”

“Please fuck me, daddy”

“All you had to do was ask” he smirks - if you weren’t so needy and desperate you would’ve wanted to wipe that smug expression off his face

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[idontgiveaflyinggrayson69]

Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69​

Tagging: @charlie-theangelwrites​ @texanstarslove​ @nazdaddy​ @leafs-lover​

Relationship: Anders Lee x Fem!Reader x Casey Cizikas

Word Count: 15k

Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex (wrap it up kids). Public sexual activities. Dom/sub dynamics. Daddy kink. Overstimulation. Degradation. Humiliation. Sexual choking. Hair pulling. Alcohol.

Disclaimer: Reading/creating content for married players isn’t for everyone and I totally respect that! Don’t read if you don’t vibe with it, but please don’t send me hate!!!

Comments: So I was more than totally inspired after reading @charlie’s Mat/Matt/Casey foursome fic and KO and I got talking about an Anders/Casey threesome and this is the result. Hope you enjoy 💦

(c) nat g. 2021 // do not repost, do not claim as your own

You loved Anders with every fiber of your being, but fuck did you question that every time he dragged you out to some charity event or whatever for the Islanders.

He was their captain, he had to go, and you were his girl. You had been together for years, you lived together, had a couple of dogs, and while there was no ring on your finger, everyone knew it wouldn’t be long before there was. So, that meant you had to be there, too. You just didn’t like it.

You didn’t like going out for several hours while you plastered a smile on your face while he talked to donors or rich season ticket holders or other important people when you could be at home in bed with him instead.

But you always went. Not only was it your duty as his girl, but you knew that he’d reward you at the end of the night because, beyond being your sweet boyfriend and dog dad, he was also your dominant.

You learnt quickly that you liked to be submissive. You liked when your partners got rough with you. But, no man ever compared to Anders. Which, of course, should be no surprise because the dominance rolled off him in waves when he was on the ice. But still, you were unprepared for how good, how perfect, of a dom he truly was.

No one fucked you like Anders did, and no one truly satisfied you before him. Anders was the only one you needed, and the only one you wanted.

Well, that was until you unintentionally developed a harmless little crush on his teammate. You never meant to and you wished you could take it back, but he was just so nice to you and warm and funny and handsome, and, yeah, okay, you became soft for Casey and your sweet submissive brain made you do anything for him. especially since he always thanked you kindly and gave you a bright smile.

You hated it, and you hated how rightfully hurt or betrayed Anders would feel if he found out about your little crush. But you couldn’t stop your feelings no matter how hard you tried.

But you had no idea that your feelings weren’t as secret as you thought. Anders knew. Of course he knew. He saw the way you ducked your head when Casey spoke to you, the way your shoulders relaxed whenever he was around, and the look in your eyes when you did something for Casey.

He wasn’t mad; he was never mad. He had no reason to be. There was nothing wrong with a crush. He trusted you implicitly. You were his and he knew you’d never cheat.

You hoped with time your crush would go away, but it didn’t. And that was okay with Anders. More and more he was warming up to the idea of sharing you. He never liked the idea, always told himself that his girl was his and his alone, but seeing the way you interacted with Casey… Knowing how you looked fucked out… Knowing that you used to fantasize about being shared…

He thought about it.

He thought about watching someone else fuck you, maybe he’d even give instruction, after all he knew your body best. It wouldn’t be as good as when he fucked you, but you’d still enjoy it. Especially while you held his gaze stuffed full of another man’s cock.

Slowly, or not so slowly, Anders came around to the idea. And so, he started watching Casey, wondering if maybe he reciprocated your feelings.

It was subtle, obviously, but Anders could tell from the way Casey’s eyes dipped to your chest when you had a lowcut top, or the way he’d lick his lips when Anders mentioned how hot his girl was. He was always very private about his sex life, but he let a few carefully chosen comments drop to see how Casey would react.

The first time was while they were getting ready for practice. Little crescents had started to scab on his shoulders from how tightly you had gripped him while he fucked you, your nails having broken the skin.

Unsurprisingly, it was Barzy.

“Good night, eh?” Mat asked with a smirk.

Usually Anders would let it go, not one to dish out details like some of the younger guys were. His go to was always ‘wouldn’t you like to know.’ But not this time. This time he was curious.

He knew what Mat was talking about but he played along and glanced at his shoulder. “Oh, those. Yeah, it was. She’s certainly a scratcher if you don’t pin her hands down, especially when you make her cum so many times she forgets her name.”

A few guys stopped, including Mat. None of them were used to Anders making those kind of comments. He shrugged and pulled his undershirt on, but not before glancing over at Casey who hesitated for just a moment, his jaw hanging open in shock, before he tied his skates.

Maybe.

The second time was more deliberate.

It was Beau this time, telling Mat that he’d be into a threesome with the right people. Then it was Marty butting in, saying there was “no way in hell” he’d ever share his wife.

It wasn’t out of place when Anders shrugged. “I would,” he said. “If she wanted to, I would.”

Marty didn’t miss a beat. “Crazy, bro. All of you. My wife is mine and no one else’s.”

But Anders wasn’t thinking about what Marty said. He was thinking about the way Casey had closed his eyes as if he needed a moment. And then he was thinking about the way Casey nodded, as if he was agreeing that he, too, would be okay with it too if you wanted it.

Anders’ plan was hatched from there.

He brought you around more, dragged you out to more events, made sure you spent time with Casey. And then he took you home and fucked you until your cum and his ran down your thighs.

You had no idea anything was up, and because of that, you thought nothing of Anders asking you to go to the latest charity gala. You hated going to them, but you agreed. You’d do anything for him, including sitting through hours of boring banquets. They were for a good cause, you had to remind yourself. And Anders would reward you for good behaviour.

You laid a navy blue, high neckline, formfitting dress on the bed before doing your hair and make up. When you stepped out of the bathroom, Anders was going through your closet.

“Can I help you?” You asked.

He ignored you until he found what he was after. You had worn it a few times and he loved it, and he was sure Casey liked it. It was simple, a black dress with a deep plunge and high slit. It looked incredible on you. It was perfect.

“Wear this instead,” he told you, laying it over the blue dress on the bed. You thought it would be better to wear his team’s colour, but you couldn’t say no to him. You could never say no to him, especially when it was a dress that you also loved. So, you nodded.

“Of course, babe,” you smiled.

You took your time getting ready, making sure you looked absolutely perfect. You couldn’t wear a bra with the dress and you settled on a black lace g-string for panties. No panty lines and Anders would have a treat when he undressed you at the end of the night.

“All ready,” you said, stepping out of the bathroom.

Anders let his eyes run down you and he gave you a playful groan. “You look absolutely ravishing,” he told you before kissing you when you got close enough. It was quick and chaste since you didn’t want to ruin your lipstick.

“Thank you,” you replied. “You look very handsome.” It was true, you loved him in a suit. Especially when he wore a nice grey three piece with a blue tie that brought out his eyes.

“Thank you,” he replied with a smile.

You returned it and your heels clicked on the hardwood floors as you retrieved a clutch you had forgotten to grab. You never noticed Anders pulling something out of his pocket.

“I got you something,” he said when you returned to him and you immediately lit up.

“Yeah?” You spoke. You loved presents.

Anders hummed and knelt down in front of you before pushing the skirt of your dress up. You couldn’t hate how the simplest of gesture had the heat pooling between your thighs. He pushed your skirt up to your midthigh and reached up to grip the band of your panties and pulled them down slowly. You stepped out of them and he slipped them into the inner pocket of his jacket before holding your new panties out for you to step into.

The question died on your tongue when he brought them up your legs and settled them on your hips. You could feel the vibrator within the garment pressed against your core.

You took a sharp breath in as you looked at him and he let your skirt fall back down and he was careful to smooth it out and make sure everything was perfect. “To keep us entertained,” he told you with a wink. He could control it from his phone.

He stood up and brushed his knees off before holding his hand out to you. Not even turned on the vibrator felt hot and heavy against you and a soft pulse of your heart began between your legs. You took his hand and gave it a squeeze and Anders smiled and took your hand and led you to the car before opening your door for you and closing it behind you.

It wasn’t a far drive, but with the New York traffic, it still took a while, giving you ample time to think about the vibrating panties Anders put you in and what would come out of it. You could only hope you have a table alone because if anyone heard the vibrations—worse, if anyone heard you moan or saw you cum—you’d die. Go full hermit, never to be seen or heard from again. But still, you didn’t voice that to Anders because beneath all that fear was want. It would be incredible and hot to cum in a room full of people and have no one but Anders know. And he knew that.

You arrived at the event before you realized and Anders gave the valet the keys before coming around to help you out of the car. You took his hand and stood, your heart racing just a bit as he closed the door behind you and led you into the event.

You did your best to ignore the vibrator in your panties as you talked to the team and the girls and whoever Anders had to talk to, but you couldn’t. It was hard and it teased you with every step, making you unable to forget it. And the more people you spoke to, the wetter you got. None of them knew you were wearing vibrating panties. None of them knew that the dearly loved captain of the New York Islanders had put you in vibrating panties for the event. The thrill turned you on more than you thought it would.

After socializing came dinner. The tables had been predetermined, more or less, based off the number of RSVPs plus spares. The Islanders had been given two tables, and everyone congregated at one table to figure out who would be sitting where.

There were eight to a table and eleven of them total. Marty, Clutter and Bailey, plus one each, and Barzy, Beau and Casey, and you and Anders. Really, it worked out better than Anders could have hoped.

“How about you all stay together and we go to the second table?” Anders, always the selfless captain, suggested, referring to you and him. “Casey, care to join us?”

Always the people pleaser, Casey agreed. “Yeah, of course,” he said with a smile, and just like that, it was decided. Just like that, you were seated between your boyfriend and Casey on the side of the room, vibrating panties still pressed against you.

Casey couldn’t help himself, your chest looked so good in that dress that his eyes dropped to your cleavage as he sat down. But it only made Anders smirk. It was only you three at the table so the shenanigans of your panties shouldn’t be noticed by anyone else.

You felt hot between Anders and Casey and when the waiter came by you ordered yourself a glass of wine to help calm yourself. By the time diner was served, you were on your second. Your heart just wouldn’t calm down and you kept waiting for the vibrations against your core, but it wasn’t until you picked up your fork to start on your dinner that you felt the first jolt of vibrations against you.

A gasp fell from your lips when you first felt them and the fork slipped from your fingers, clanking against your plate. Anders had made sure the vibrator was pressed against your clit. Your eyes closed for just a second but Casey still asked, “are you alright?”

You needed a moment to answer, swallowing back the moan you desperately wanting to let out. “I’m fine,” you told him, your voice strained. Anders only smirked.

You flushed and you hoped Casey couldn’t hear it. The vibrator was pressed against your clit and Anders had turned it onto your favourite setting. All you wanted to do was lean back and moan, but you couldn’t. You pressed your thighs together, but that only made it worse and you gasped again. Anders hid his smirk into his glass.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Casey repeated. “You don’t look so good.”

“Yeah,” you breathed before clearing your throat. “Just need some water.” Casey nodded and reached for the pitcher of water and refilled your glass. You whispered back a thank you and picked your glass up, but as soon as you took a sip, Anders dragged his finger up the screen, making the vibrations stronger.

You choked and immediately started coughing. Of course Anders didn’t make a move to help you, enjoying your floundering too much. So, Casey jumped in, taking your glass from you and putting it down in front of your plate before rubbing your back and guiding you forwards to help with the inhaled water, but the motion also pressed your clit more firmly against the vibrator and you were suddenly glad you were choking so you didn’t moan.

“Seems like you’re having a rough night,” Casey chuckled after you had stopped choking. He didn’t know the half of it.

“Thank you. It, uh, it must have gone down the wrong pipe,” you explained before giving Anders a glare. He returned it with a smirk.

He kept the vibrator on high which made it extremely difficult to eat and even harder to not moan. You hadn’t noticed how fidgety you had become, squeezing your legs together, crossing and uncrossing your ankles, and shifting back and forth, you were just trying not to moan as you felt your high get closer and closer, but Casey did.

You couldn’t believe that Anders was really going to make you cum while you were inches away from Casey. Your body was hot with pleasure and nerves. You had never been quiet, and now he wanted you to cum so close to his teammate and friend? There was no way Casey wouldn’t know, and then what would happen? He was already watching you out of the corner of his eye with concern.

Anders noticed you were thinking and drew quick waves on the screen of his phone to make it pulse. The sound that clawed past your lips was more a broken gasp than anything, your whole body jumping, your high suddenly a lot closer than you realized. You clamped your hand over your mouth and you could hear the blood thumping in your ears out of embarrassment.

Casey put his fork down and turned to check on you but he saw you had turned your hand so you were biting the meat of your thumb and your eyes were squeezed shut, almost like you were about to—

Oh.

Casey’s eyes ran down your body before moving over to Anders who was looking back at him with a smirk, his fingers still tracing sure patterns on his phone. Casey had thought he was absent mindedly running his finger over his off phone, but now he could see that his movements were sure and his phone was definitely on, every movement highlighted by a light blue light dimmed by the low brightness.

Oh.

His cheeks pinked as he looked back at you, trying so hard not to cum and his lips parted. Anders smirked and waited another moment until you were right on the edge and pulled his fingers back, letting the vibrations stop.

You leaned forwards with a deep breath before reaching for your wine and gulping it down quickly, slumping back in your chair and Casey watched you with careful eyes, not believing it was really happening, that he had really come that close to seeing you cum.

“You okay?” Anders asked, gently rubbing your thigh.

“Y-yeah,” you replied, your voice weak. He whispered something back to you but you didn’t catch it, your body jumping when he slipped his hand under the slit in your dress, letting his finger brush your clothed core. The movement was not missed by Casey who was watching you like a hawk, and neither was the way you spread your legs for Anders.

Anders easily slipped his fingers into your panties, feeling how wet you were, how you still fluttered, being so close to cumming. To anyone other than Casey, Anders pulling back was subtle, but Casey was watching everything, including how Anders brought his fingers up to his lips to lick clean and it was Casey’s turn to bite back a moan. He couldn’t believe you two were really doing in front of him, not that he was complaining.

You couldn’t look at him. You couldn’t look at either of them.

Anders kept his fingers to himself for the rest of the dinner, letting you eat your dinner in peace, though you didn’t eat much, your body still bussing at how close you were and thrill of nearly cumming with everyone so close by.

But, of course, Anders wasn’t done with you yet and after you finished dinner and the plates had been taken away, you felt the vibrations start again. They were slow at first, but you still tensed in surprise and Casey felt himself start to harden, knowing what was happening.

Anders built it up slowly, increasing the vibrations and tracing patterns on his screen. You were still on edge from not cumming before and it didn’t take long for you to feel the knot start to tighten again. Your leg bounced and you put your hand on the side of your face to try to hide yourself from Casey, but he knew. And he couldn’t pull his eyes away.

Your orgasm blindsided you and you bit your tongue to stop yourself from moaning as your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.

Casey watched the way your leg suddenly stilled and you gripped the edge of the table tightly and he wished you hadn’t hidden your face—wished that he could have heard you moan because holy fuck you were cumming. Right there in front of him, you came.

Anders slowed the vibrations down before stopping them and you took a slow, deep breath and rested forward on the table, your body hot, but not entirely with pleasure.

You just came in the middle of a charity event with Casey next to you. You couldn’t take it back if something happened, and, God, it was Casey of all people. Sweet, loving Casey who just wanted to help and whom you had a huge crush on.

You felt awful. And then you felt worse because you just came in front of Casey and you wanted to know what he would sound like calling you a good girl.

Anders turned his phone off and gently rubbed your back as you caught your breath.

Dinner had been taken away and speeches given, really there wasn’t much left to the night. So, Anders leaned in to brush his lips over your ear. “Why don’t you head to the washroom? I’ll be there shortly, yeah?”

You nodded and excused yourself, thankful for the retreat as you made your way over to the washrooms.

Casey watched you leave and when he looked back at the table, Anders was looking at him. He cleared his throat. “Good night, eh?” Casey said tensely.

Anders hummed, “and tasty.”

Casey choked on his tongue.

“Well,” Anders continued. “I’m going to get some desert.” It was clear to Casey what Anders meant, but Anders paused before getting up. “And you’re welcome to join us, if you want. Say ten minutes in the men’s? if not, I’ll see you at practice.” He didn’t wait for a response before getting up and making his way to the restrooms where you were waiting.

He gave you a reassuring smile and checked the men’s washroom before pulling you in.

He wasted no time. As soon as the door was closed, his lips were on yours as he caged your body against the door. You moaned against his lips when his hands dipped under your dress to grip your thighs before hoisting you up and carrying you over to the vanity so he could settle between your legs.

“You were so good tonight,” he told you, trailing his lips down your jaw and you moaned at the praise. “Didn’t know you could be so quiet. Though, I much rather have you scream my name.”

“I can scream your name tonight, Daddy,” you replied, leaning your head to the side to give him more room as he kissed your skin.

“I know, babygirl,” he said, slipping his fingers into the band of your panties and pulling them down before placing them on the counter. He pressed his fingers against you, groaning at how wet you were before collecting your wetness and dragging it up to your clit, which he rubbed softly. “Who made you this wet, baby?” He asked.

“You, Daddy,” you moaned and you let your legs fall open when he moved back to your entrance and Anders gently pressed a finger in.

The first thing Casey saw when he opened the washroom door was you spread out on the counter and Anders knuckle deep in your pussy.

He didn’t know what he expected to see, what he expected at all, but it knocked him back and he froze, half in the washroom and half out, the door still ajar.

You saw Casey first. You moaned and opened your eyes to look at Anders but caught a different set of familiar blue eyes instead. You knew you should have closed your legs, pushed Anders back, or told him to go away, but you didn’t have the heart to do any of them, to do anything. Anders kept brushing your g-spot and you were so close and Casey was looking at you like a starving man looked at dinner.

Anders pressed his thumb to your clit and you clenched down on his fingers as you moaned louder and Anders finally met Casey’s eyes through the mirror. “Get in or leave, but close the door,” he told Casey.

His words snapped Casey out of his trance and he nodded before quickly stepping into the washroom and locked the door behind him. “Sorry,” he whispered, his voice loud in the empty washroom, and he stayed back against the door watching the way Anders’ fingers disappeared into you.

The high that seemed so close suddenly felt far away as you looked from Casey to Anders, who sensed your hesitation. “Is this okay?” He whispered in your ear, pulling his fingers from you to get a straight answer.

The whimper slipped out without you meaning to and it went straight to Casey’s groin. Of course you were okay with it. You had fantasized about it more times than you cared to admit. You just couldn’t believe it was really happening, that Anders was okay with it.

You nodded quickly, wanting Casey to stay.

“Words, baby,” Anders told you.

“Yes,” you whispered before looking over to Casey. “It’s okay.”

“Do you want Casey to touch you, too?” Anders asked softly.

You swallowed, your heart racing in your chest, and nodded, your voice breathy, “yes.”

Anders returned your nod and stepped aside. It was hard letting another man see you like this and it would be even harder seeing another man touch you, but he knew he could trust Casey. “Then ask him,” Anders told you.

You unconsciously pressed your thighs together as you pulled your eyes from Anders to Casey. “Touch me,” you whispered before swallowing and correcting yourself. “Will you please touch me?”

Casey’s entire demeanor changed, going from hesitant to sure as he stepped towards you. His touch was soft as he ran his fingers up your outer thigh. “Are you sure?” He asked you, his baby blue eyes looking into yours.

“Yes,” you breathed, slowly spreading your legs for him and he took a deep breath in as he lowered his gaze to between your thighs. He groaned softly before running his fingers up to your slit.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Casey groaned, closing his eyes for a moment.

Your breath caught in your throat at his first touch and you immediately looked to Anders who gave you a reassuring nod. Casey settled his fingers on your clit and rubbed a few soft circles to judge your reaction and you moaned softly before he sunk his fingers into you. His touch was different from Anders, but still good.

He curled his fingers up in search of your g-spot, which he found after a few thrusts and you clenched down on his fingers with a loud moan, making Casey moan. It was a beautiful sound that sent heat straight to your core.

You whined when Casey pulled his fingers back, but he lifted them to his mouth to suck them clean, his eyes closing as he groaned at the taste if you.

“Tastes amazing, doesn’t she?” Anders asked with a smirk and Casey nodded.

“She does,” he agreed. He was ready to sink to his knees to get a real taste.

You whined at the lack of attention and Casey rewarded you by returning his fingers to your clit. It wasn’t behaviour Anders usually let you get away with let alone reward, but he didn’t say anything.

Casey’s touch was softer than Anders’ and the slow circles he traced only made you want more; more than what could happen in the men’s washroom.

“Daddy,” you whined after several long moments, looking over at Anders, and Casey immediately pulled his hand back as he looked at you. “I want to go home.”

Your words hung sharply in the air and Anders immediately straightened, his hand going to your thigh, ready to kick Casey out and take you home. But you returned your gaze to Casey. “And I want Casey to come home, too,” you told him.

Anders visibly relaxed, but he kept his hand protectively on your thigh as he looked at Casey. “Well, what do you say, Case? Wanna try her sweet little pussy yourself?”

Casey wasn’t about to turn down that once in a lifetime opportunity. “Yeah,” he breathed. “I’d like that.” His words had you pressing your thighs together with the realization that tonight it wouldn’t just be Anders fucking you, but also his teammate.

Anders looked at you, waiting until you met his eye before asking, “Casey can do anything he wants to you, right, baby?” The sentence turned you on more than you already were, but you knew it had a double meaning. He was asking you if you were okay with it and if there was anything you didn’t want him to do.

You nodded, “yes, Daddy. Casey can do whatever he wants.”

“Good girl,” he praised you with a smile and soothingly rubbed circles on your thigh. “Can you tell Casey your safe word?”

“Rangers,” you replied firmly and Casey nodded.

Anders turned to Casey, “she says it—”

“I stop,” he finished. He didn’t need to be told that. A safe word meant stop and it was done.

“Are you clean?” Anders asked. He assumed Casey was, but he needed to be sure.

“Yeah, I got tested a couple weeks ago,” he answered.

“Good, good. Us, too,” Anders told him and Casey nodded.

You pressed your thighs together making Anders look over at you. You loved the feeling of being filled up and the idea of both of them doing so had your core pulsing.

“I want…” You started and looked to Anders before correcting yourself. “Can he cum in me?” You were his and letting Casey near you like this was out of his comfort zone and you didn’t want to push him. If he didn’t want Casey to have you like that, you understood and respected it.

The corner of Anders’ lip twitched up as he pressed his hand between your thighs to pull your legs apart. “You wanna be filled with both our cum, huh? A little cum slut?”

You tried to squeeze your legs together again but Anders kept them parted. “Yes,” you nodded. “Please.”

Anders gave you a small nod and turned back to Casey. “She’s on birth control, so you can, if you want to. Her pussy does feel amazing raw.”

“Fuck, yeah,” Casey groaned. He only had one fingers in you, but it was amazing and he could only imagine how good you would feel wrapped around his cock before he filled you up with his cum.

Anders nodded and looked back at you before taking a deep breath. “Let’s go home then, yeah?”

The tension doubled in the room and both men waited for you to say something. “Let’s go home,” you repeated, looking between the two of them before slipping off the counter, Anders’ hand quick to steady you on your shaky legs.

“Let’s go,” Casey echoed.

“You’ll ride with us? I’ll drive you back for your car tomorrow?” Anders asked as he scooped your discarded panties off the counter and slipped them into his pocket.

It would be easier for him to drive himself, but Casey nodded. “Sounds good.”

“Perfect,” Anders nodded and smoothed your dress over to make you more presentable before gesturing towards the door.

Casey unlocked it and slipped out. A moment later, you and Anders did the same. Anders led both of you through the dwindling crowd and towards the valet. It didn’t take long for them to bring the car around and when they did, Casey slipped into the backseat. He expected you to join Anders in the front, but you surprised both of them by slipping into the back with him.

Anders spared you a glance through the rear view mirror but didn’t say anything. He waited for both of you to do up your seatbelts before starting off for home.

The silence was thick with tension the first half of the car ride and it had your heart racing with nerves and excitement. You were already soaked, but you knew you were growing wetter imagining all the ways tonight could go, and Casey watched the way you pressed your thighs together.

Finally, it was Casey that broke the silence, leaning across the backseat to ask, “is there anything you don’t want to happen?” Anders had already asked you, but he needed to be sure, needed to ask you one on one.

You gave him a smile as you shook your head. “I like to be used,” you confessed and watched as his Adam’s Apple bobbed. “You can choke me, spit in my mouth, manhandle me, degrade me,” you listed, pressing your thighs together at the thought of Casey doing all of those things to you. “I like it all. I’m not made of glass, so please don’t be gentle.”

“Got it,” Casey whispered, his cock starting to harden as he pictured everything you listed.

You hummed and looked back towards the front, catching Anders’ eyes in the rear view mirror. He gave you a reassuring look and you did your best to settle in for the rest of the ride, using the time to prepare yourself for what was going to happen.

You were attracted to Casey and you wanted this. It was just that you had been with Anders and only Anders for so long, you couldn’t remember what it was like to be with someone who wasn’t Anders. That didn’t mean you weren’t incredible turned on, because you were. You were just a little nervous, but in a good way.

It didn’t take all that long for Anders to finally pull up to the house. Casey was the first to get out after Anders parked and you slid across the bench seat to get out his door. Casey helped you out of the car and closed the door behind you before putting his hand on your lower back to guide you towards the house.

It was something Anders had done more times than you could count, but knowing it was Casey instead made more heat settle between your legs. Anders locked the car behind him and stepped around you to open the front door.

To no surprise, your dogs were happy to see you and you stepped into the living room to say hello to them, accepting their loving wiggles and kisses before straightening yourself up and starting up the stairs towards the bedroom. Anders let you lead, following behind Casey to the most intimate room in the house. You heard Anders whisper a reassurance to the dogs before he closed the door, closing the three of you into the bedroom.

The tension was thick in the bedroom and you held you breath as no one moved. It was Anders that moved first, stepping towards the dresser to empty his pockets before he turned and looked at you, waiting for you to make the first move.

You looked over to Anders and he gave you an expectant look. Nothing was going to happen until you made that first move.

Anders’ look was all you needed to shake yourself from the trance you were in. You took a deep breath and stepped towards Casey and put your hands on his shoulders. His hands fell to your hips as he looked at you, his eyes dipping to your lips, though he waited for you to lean in and kiss him.

The first brush of your lips was light and you waited just a moment before pressing yourself closer and kissing him properly. Casey let you control the kiss, following your lead for the time being. It was different from kissing Anders, softer and slower, though you wondered if you’d think the same by the end of the night.

As soon as you got comfortable with the kiss, you moved your hands down to push at the suit jacket Case was wearing. “Watch yourself,” Anders warned. You knew your place and you knew what you weren’t supposed to do, but you couldn’t help yourself. Casey slowly took control of the kiss, pressing his tongue into your mouth and you abandoned his suit jacket in favour of undoing his tie. You were just starting on the buttons of his shirt when Anders wrapped his hand around your throat and pulled you back.

“Behave.” Anders said in your ear. But you bit your lip as you looked up at Casey and started untucking his shirt before he wrapped his hands around your wrists and pulled them back.

“He told you to behave,” Casey told you, his voice dropping as he looked at you. “And you’ve been so good for us so far, it would be a shame if you started misbehaving now, don’t you think?”

Your throat went dry at Casey’s words and you nodded. “I’m sorry,” you told both of them.

“Good girl,” Casey praised before releasing your wrists and Anders let go of your throat. Casey met Anders’ eyes over your shoulder and Anders nodded as he stepped back, wanting to watch you with Casey.

Before seeing your interest in Casey, he never even considered sharing you with anyone, never considered that he’d like sharing you with anyone, but seeing you kiss Casey turned him on and he wanted to watch you do more than kiss.

Casey’s tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip before he kissed you again. It was deeper than the first and you cupped the back of his neck to pull him closer but didn’t try to undress him, no matter how much you wanted to.

He gripped your hips and pulled them flush against his so you could feel how hard he was already and you gasped into the kiss. It had been a long time since you felt someone other hand Anders hard, but you liked it. You really liked it.

Casey turned you and guided you back towards the wall, caging you between it and him. Casey swallowed your gasp when your back hit the wall and you moved your hands from his neck to his jaw, changing the angle of the kiss to deepen it while his hands moved from your hips to gather the material of your dress around your waist so he could press his thigh between yours, knowing you weren’t wearing anything underneath.

You moaned at the feeling and pressed yourself down against his thigh, shamelessly grinding down on it, not caring that you ruined his dress pants, while Anders watched with hungry eyes. Casey slipped his hands under your gathered skirt and his fingers brushed the bare skin of your hips before he pulled back from the kiss. “Can I take your dress off?” He asked you.

“Yes,” you told him before glancing over his shoulder at Anders. “Yes, please.”

Casey nodded and stepped back, letting your dress fall back to the floor and giving you room to turn around. His fingers easily found the zipper of your dress and pulled it down and you didn’t bother holding the dress up, letting it slip off your body and onto the floor once the zipper was undone.

Casey let his eyes run down your body, settling on your ass as you glanced over your shoulder at him. You bit your lip and turned around. His eyes ran up your body before settling on your chest and he groaned.

“Been looking at those all night,” he admitted, his gaze locked on your chest. “Spilling over the top if your dress, I don’t think there’s a man in that room that didn’t notice them.”

You loved the praise and the way he was looking at you. You stepped out of the dress and moved you towards the bed, sitting on the edge before leaning back and pulling another groan from him. When you looked over to Anders, his eyes were eating you alive all the same. “It’s my favourite dress, too,” he agreed with Casey.

If it were just the two of you, Anders would have devoured you the moment you were home, but he wanted Casey to have you first so afterwards he could remind you that, as good as it was, you belonged to him.

You looked back to Casey who held your gaze as he shrugged his suit jacket off, carefully folding it before putting it down on top of your dresser and starting on his tie, his tie joined his jacket on the dresser shortly and he started on the buttons of his shirt, his fingers easily undoing them before adding his shirt to the growing pile, leaving him naked from the waist up.

You didn’t try to hide the way you ran your eyes down his chest, shamelessly taking in all the firm muscle hidden under his skin and the tattoos that decorated him. You had always found Casey hot but it was different seeing him like this and knowing that you were going to find out just what exactly he was capable of. You pressed your thighs together at the thought.

Casey stepped towards the bed and guided you back so you were laying back before he hovered over you. He cupped your jaw and ran his thumb over your bottom lip before pressing his clothes thigh against your core, pulling another beautiful moan from you.

“What do you want, Princess?” He asked, his voice raspy as he thought about all the things he wanted to do to you.

You parted your lips and took his thumb into your mouth, gently sucking it as you held his gaze, pulling a soft groan from his as he imagined you were sucking something else. He was hard before, but now he was throbbing, his lips parting as he watched you until he finally pulled his thumb back.

“I want you to fuck my mouth,” you told him. This was, probably, your only chance you’d ever get with Casey and you weren’t going to take it for granted. You wanted to know what he felt like in your mouth and what he tasted like when he came in your mouth, and you wanted him to feel as good as you could make him.

Of course, Casey wasn’t going to turn that down and he slowly pulled himself off you before glancing to Anders who was quick to hand him a folded blanket for your knees. Casey set it down on the floor for you and you gave him an innocent smile as you sunk to your knees in front of him, sure to keep your legs spread like the good girl you were.

Both men groaned as they watched you and Anders reached for the chair to your vanity, dragging it across the hardwood floor so he could have a more comfortable view of you sucking his teammate off. You looked over at the sound and saw that Anders had undone all the buttons of his dress shirt, leaving it hanging open for you to see his chest and he caught your gaze.

“Her mouth is heaven,” he told Casey, leaning back in his chair so you could see how his cock strained against his dress pants.

You rocked back against nothing, desperate for any friction against your core before returning your attention to Casey. His cock also strained against his pants and you gently squeezed him through the material before undoing his belt and pants. You hooked your fingers into the band of his underwear and dragged both them and his pants down his legs so he could step out of them and you quickly tossed them aside before looking up at his cock, hard and proud between his legs.

You ran your tongue over your lips as you looked at him. “May I please suck your cock?” You asked him and Casey reached out to cup your jaw with a soft groan.

“Of course you can,” he told you.

A habitual ‘thank you, Daddy,’ almost fell from your lips, but you caught yourself, and instead whispered a “thank you” before you took him into your hand. He wasn’t as big as Anders, but he was almost as thick. He felt good in your hand and you gave him a few strokes as you thumbed the head of his cock.

You were rewarded with a low, beautiful groan that went straight to your core and you moved your hand down to grip the base of his cock before leaning in to wrap your lips around the tip. You looked up at Casey as you traced your tongue over his slit, pulling a long moan from him before you took him further into your mouth.

Casey’s hand moved from your jaw to the back of your head, gripping hair as you slowly moved down his length, getting used to the feeling of him in your mouth. You only had to move down him a few times, always paying close attention to his tip, drawing soft, hot moans from his lips, when you pulled back. You loosened your jaw and moved your hands to his thighs as you looked up at him and he got the message.

“You look so pretty like this,” Casey groaned as he started to thrust into your mouth. He kept his movements slow and soft at first, but you were used to much rougher with Anders. You held his gaze as he picked up his pace. You had told him not to be gentle…

He held himself back a bit, not wanting to over do it, but you took everything he gave you and never closed your eyes. You loved the feeling of him in your mouth and you focused on relaxing your gag reflex and jaw. The room was filled with the wet sound of him fucking your mouth and Casey’s moans.

Your mouth felt so good around him and he knew he was never going to forget it. Anders wasn’t joking when he said your mouth was heaven. You let Casey fuck your mouth for a few minutes before you brought a hand up to gently play with his balls, pulling a long moan from him as his hips stuttered.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned, tightening his grip on your hair. You moaned around his length and Casey groaned at the sensation before thrusting a little deeper, making you choke. He tried to pull back, but you dug your nails into the back of his thighs to stop him. Still, he gave you another moment before he started thrusting again.

He tried to keep his eyes on you, but they’d close every now and then, lost in pleasure. You took him so well, of course it didn’t take long for his high to build and he fought it off as long as he could, but his pace got sloppy and rougher as the tip of his cock started hitting the back of your throat. Tears formed in your eyes and you could feel the spit running down your chin, but you didn’t pull back, keeping your eyes on Casey the whole time.

His jaw was slack and his head was tilted back with pleasure. You knew he was close and you tried to take him deeper, but his grip tightened on your hair and he pulled you off, making you whine.

“I was going to cum,” he told you, his voice breathless.

“Kinda the point,” you replied, your voice hoarse from use and you tried to take him back into your mouth.

“Are you sure?” He asked and you nodded.

“I’m not going to waste a drop,” you to him before guiding his tip back between your lips. You hallowed your cheeks as you traced your tongue around the head before letting your jaw relax again and you gave his thigh a squeeze to tell him it was okay to move again.

Having just been on the edge, it didn’t take long for his high to build again and you were rewarded with beautiful moans from him. Casey may be a lot of things, but quiet wasn’t one of them.

His moans, the tight grip on your hair, the heavy taste of him on your tongue, it had your pussy throbbing with need. And a need to make him cum. You needed to make him feel good, and you needed to be a good girl so you could be rewarded.

His rhythm grew sloppy quickly and his trusts were quick and shallow as he chased his high. It wasn’t long before he stilled in your mouth with a long moan.

You choked as his cum hit the back of your throat, making more tears spill down your cheeks. He was still for a moment before he loosened his grip on your hair and pulled his cock from your mouth. He tasted differently than Anders, but you still swallowed it all, holding his gaze as you did before opening your mouth to show him you had swallowed it all.

“Good girl,” Casey praised, his chest still heaving as he came down from his high.

You made a soft sound at the praise, your core throbbing with need. You glanced over to Anders who made no movement towards you, so you turned your attention back to Casey, who helped you to your feet before laying you down on the bed.

He hovered over you and your breath caught in your throat. “Is this okay?” He whispered and you nodded.

“Yes.”

“Okay,” he nodded. “What do you want me to do to you?”

His words sent more heat to your core and you ran your tongue over your bottom lip. “I—" you swallowed. “I want to feel your mouth.”

“My mouth? Where do you want to feel my mouth, Princess?” He asked, trailing his hands up your thighs. He knew what you wanted, but he needed you to say it.

“My pussy,” you whispered and Casey nodded.

“Your pussy? Your sweet little pussy Anders doesn’t stop talking about? Yeah, I think that’s doable,” he said. Since getting a taste in the restroom, he’s been dying to know how it felt when you came on his tongue.

You whined at his words and bucked your hips up, your core desperate for attention and Casey chuckled. “Remember to behave, or we won’t let you cum.”

You bit your tongue to keep from commenting because you knew Anders really would punish you like that. More than a couple times when you had misbehaved he had edged you for hours only to not let you cum. You knew the threat was real so you bit your tongue and nodded. “I’ll be good,” you told him.

“Good,” he hummed. “Because I really want you to cum on my tongue, pretty girl.”

You moaned softly at his words and nodded. “Please,” you whispered. “I need it so badly.”

Casey hummed again. “Well, I better take care of that then, shouldn’t I?”

He kissed you deeply and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to pull his chest to yours. You moaned as his chest brushed your nipples and Casey swallowed the sounds, groaning at the taste of himself that still clung to your tongue.

He gripped your bottom lip between his teeth when he pulled back before releasing it in favour of trailing his lips down your neck. You moaned softly and tilted your head to the side to give him more room and he rewarded you by biting down.

“Fuck, yes,” you moaned, running your hand through the hair on the back of his head. He smoothed your skin over with his tongue before continuing down to your chest.

He groaned when he was eye level with your breasts before looking up at you. “Is this okay?” He asked.

“Yes, please,” you told him, pulling at his hair.

He smiled at your reaction but didn’t need to be told twice. He pressed an open mouth kiss to the top of your breast and trailed down, skipping over your nipple in focus of sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of your chest, making both of you moan.

He brought his hand up to your other breast to give it attention, absolutely loving the feeling of it in his hand and your nipple between his fingers. Finally, he wrapped his lips around your other nipple, grazing his teeth against it as he did, pulling a long moan from you.

Casey closed his eyes with a groan, taking his time enjoying your breast before he switched to show the other the same attention. Your core pulsed with his every action and you couldn’t stop yourself from rocking against him, making him moan loudly as your pussy rubbed his used cock, but he got the message and continued to trail his lips down your stomach before settling between your legs.

“So fucking pretty,” he told you, his hands running down your sides to your lips. His touch was like a feather and it made you shiver despite the heat coursing through your veins.

“God, Casey, please touch me,” you begged, rolling your hips up.

He smirked and began to trail his lips along your inner thighs, starting at your knee and moving up. Your breaths came quicker the closer he got to the place you wanted him most before he moved to repeat the process on your other thigh.

It drove your crazy and you had to stop yourself from dragging his head towards your core because you knew what would happen if you misbehaved, and you wanted to cum. You needed Casey to make you cum.

Finally—finally—his tongue was against you.

He licked a broad strip up your core, groaning at how good you tasted as he gathered your wetness on his tongue before settling on your clit. You let your legs fall more open as you leaned your head back with a moan.

Casey traced his tongue over your clit, his eyes squeezed shut with focus before he pulled back to press his tongue to your entrance, making you gasp. You couldn’t help but fist his hair when he looked up at you with lust blown blue eyes.

His nose brushed your clit while he fucked his tongue into you, groaning at how good you tasted. The vibrations drove you crazy, pulling shamelessly loud moans from you as you struggled to keep your legs open.

He tightened his grip on your hips, pulling you closer so he could press his tongue deeper. He was never going to forget how you tasted and how it felt having his face buried between your legs.

You whined high in your throat. You were so turned on and wound so tightly, you needed a release. You needed to cum.

Casey loved how wrecked you looked already, one hand gripping his hair, the other holding the bedspread, and he moved back to your clit, wrapping his lips around it as the tip of his tongue traced patterns on the bud.

“Casey,” you moaned, your eyes closing as you clenched down on nothing. “Oh, fuck, Casey.”

He looked back up at you as you continued to moan his name, your every moan going straight to his groin. He reached one hand up to pinch your nipple as he sucked on your clit and your hips jumped in pleasure, your high suddenly a lot closer than you realized.

He was gentle but sure as he rolled your nipple between his fingers and traced his tongue against your clit and the knot tightened quickly.

You looked over at Anders and watched as he undid his belt and fly as he watched Casey go down on you. You clenched at the sight and Casey groaned at the feeling, making your hips jump with a gasp.

“I’m going to cum,” you moaned while you looked at Anders. “Can I cum? Please, Casey, can I cum?” You asked, your voice more a whine than anything else with how close you were. If Anders was surprised you asked Casey and not him, he didn’t show it as he continued to watch you with dark, hungry eyes.

Casey pulled back and your body tried to follow him as you whined. His lips and chin were shiny with your wetness. “Yeah, Princess. You’ve been good, you can cum,” he told you, the thumb on your hip tracing soft circles before he reattached his lips to your clit. He needed you to cum.

He was rougher than before and it had you arching your back into him as more moans fell from your lips. Your eyes closed out of pleasure for just a moment, your lips parted as more moans tumbled out, and when you opened your eyes, Anders was palming himself through his undone slacks.

The sight sent you over the edge and you rocked against Casey with a loud moan, clenching around nothing as you came. Casey groaned against you, his hand moving from your chest to pin your hips down as he slowed his tongue to work you through it, drawing your high out as long as he could.

Slowly, your grip on his hair loosened and he pulled back from your clit to lap up your cum. Your hips jerked out of sensitivity as a string of curses fell from your lips before he pulled back.

You watched as he ran his tongue over his lips before wiping his mouth and chin on the back of his hand. You kept your legs open as you caught your breath, your pussy still fluttering from your high as Casey moved to rest beside you.

You let your eyes close for a moment as you caught your breath, your whole body warm with pleasure.Your legs were still spread and your chest still heaved and when you opened your eyes, Anders finally rose from his chair. Casey glanced over at the movement before moving more to your side to give him space. You watched through half lidded eyes as he shrugged his undone shirt off before coming around the bed.

You let your legs fall open more as he settled at the foot of the bed before he grabbed your calf and pulled you down so your hips rested at the edge. He used the blanket he had given Casey for your knees for himself as he settled between your legs and guided your thighs over his shoulders.

He groaned at the sight of your pussy, used and wet, and there was nothing gentle about the way he gripped your hips and pulled you closer.

You were still coming down from the high Casey gave you, but that didn’t matter to Anders who dove right in, pressing his tongue to your entrance, gathering what was left of your cum before moving up to your clit and sucking harshly.

You gasped loudly and your hand shot down to grip his hair while your legs closed around his head. Anders wasn’t fazed and easily pushed your legs back open while he worked roughly over your clit.

“Daddy,” you moaned loudly, clenching on nothing. “Oh, fuck, Daddy.”

Your other hand searched the bed before gripping the bedspread, needing to hold onto something and Casey watched with hungry eyes how easily Anders took you apart. Your body withered at how rough Anders was on your clit, his teeth scrapping against it every now and then making you tighten your grip on his hair as you jerked.

You whined loudly, your heels digging into his back when he pulled back from your clit to fuck his tongue into you. “Daddy, please,” you begged, though for what you weren’t sure.

Anders didn’t let up, pressing his thumb to your clit while he fucked his tongue into you, making your hips jump, but Anders was determined to make you cum and pull those hot little moans from you and give Casey a good show.

His hands were rough from years of hockey, but that only made the friction better, and since you had already cum thanks to Casey’s mouth, it really didn’t take much for your second high to build, which Anders knew. He knew how sensitive you could be and how easy it was to make you cum while you were still riding out the waves of the first one and he needed you to cum on his tongue.

He pushed himself forwards, his tongue pressed into your cunt so the only thing he could taste and smell was you and you moaned loudly, thrashing on the bedspread until Casey reached out to pin your shoulders. You gasped at the touch, but it melted into a moan and Anders started to rub your clit again and you didn’t fight him. You clenched down on Anders’ tongue as another wave of heat went through your body.

The knot in the bottom of your stomach tightened quickly and despite your best efforts, Anders and Casey kept you pinned as Anders continued to abuse your cunt.

The pleasure was over whelming in the best way and it didn’t take long for you to cum, your back arching as you moaned, “Daddy.”

Casey had gently worked you through your high to prolong it but not overwork you. Anders, on the other hand, was not. He didn’t slow down as you came, fluttering around his tongue, and your legs tightened around his head at his assault, but he didn’t let up. Your moans echoed across the room and before you could even process it, you were cumming again on his tongue.

“Daddy,” you moaned. “Please.”

Anders hummed against you but slowed his tongue, working you through your fourth orgasm of the night and you let go of his hair in favour of fisting the bedspread. You looked so hot blissed out on the bed, your breasts moving with the rapid rise and falling of your chest, and Anders replaced his thumb with his mouth to draw the last of your high out before pulling back.

“So you can ask Casey to cum but not me?” He asked and he was half tempted to turn you over and spank you until you learnt your lesson, but that wasn’t for tonight.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you told him. “I’ll be better.”

He hummed as he lowered his head back to your soaking core. “Yeah, you will be,” he said before wrapping his lips around your clit.

You whined long and loud as your legs tightened around his head, but he forced them back open as he sucked your clit, his tongue pressed completely against you.

Your eyes fluttered closed at the pleasure, and it was Casey that spoke. “Keep your eyes open, Princess,” he told you. You whined again but listened, forcing your eyes open and looking beside you to hold his gaze while Anders pushed you closer to another high.

Casey’s eyes were completely blown and his skin was flushed and one look down and you saw he was hard again. You moaned loudly as you returned your gaze to his before bringing your hands up to pinch your nipples. Casey’s groan was covered by your moans and Anders had to tighten his grip on your hips to keep you in place.

It didn’t take long for your high to build and you gasped. “I’m going to cum, Daddy. Please, can I cum?” You moaned out, still rolling your nipples between your fingers.

Anders held your gaze as he focused on your clit, pushing you to your limit before pulling back. “Yes, you can cum, baby,” he told you before reattaching his lips to your clit. It only took a few moments before you came again, pinching your nipples roughly as you did, loud moans falling from your lips.

This time, Anders slowed his tongue, pulling back to softly circle your clit with his tongue to draw your high out before pulling back. His lips and chin were shiny with your cum and he wiped his mouth on the back of his band before standing and looking down at you.

Your pussy was used and wet and your cum was spread along your inner thighs. Your lips were parted and your chest heaved as you caught your breath and Anders bit his lip as he looked down at you.

“You look so fucking pretty like this,” he told you. “So happy to be used.” He didn’t pull his eyes away from you when he called to his friend, “Case, you gotta see her like this.”

You looked over at Casey when the bed shifted and you followed him with your eyes until he stood next to Anders looking down at you and you spread your legs to give them a better view, making both of them groan.

“She does look amazing like this,” Casey agreed, running his tongue over his lips as he thought about how good your wet pussy would feel around him.

Anders looked over at him and knew exactly what he was thinking. “Want Casey to fuck you, baby?” He asked, looking back at you.

“Please,” you whined, and Anders chuckled.

“Such a little whore, aren’t you? So desperate to be fucked and you don’t care who by. I bet you’d enjoy being passed around the whole locker room.” You pressed your thighs together and your breath caught in your throat at his words. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. My girl is such a little whore. Just a hole to be used.”

You whined and Anders ran his hand lightly down your leg before he stepped back to his chair with a small smirk so he could watch you get fucked by Casey.

“Are you okay?” Casey asked you nodded quickly.

“Yeah,” you told him.

He hummed and glanced over to Anders before instructing, “hands and knees.”

You nodded before pushing yourself up to follow his instructions. Your whole body was hot and your limps felt like jello, but you settled on your hands and knees facing Anders, your legs spread wide for Casey. You needed him so badly you couldn’t help but clench down in anticipation as you held Anders’ gaze.

You felt the bed shift under Casey’s weight as he settled behind you before moving a hand between your shoulder blades and pressing down until you were how he wanted to you.

“Is this okay?” He asked and you nodded quickly as you tried to press yourself back against him. You needed him so bad.

“Yes,” you moaned. Casey moved forwards so his hard cock was pressed against your core and you gasped at the feeling before rocking back against him and pressing your face into the mattress. Casey gripped your hair and pulled your head up, making you look at Anders with a gasp before he leaned in to brush his lips over your ear.

“Look at Anders while I fuck you,” he told you, only releasing your hair when you nodded.

You could see how hard Anders was in his pants and you clenched again knowing that your night wasn’t done with Casey.

Anders watched you with hungry eyes, his bottom lip firmly between his teeth. He released his lip when you caught his gaze. “You’re doing so good,” he told you and you nodded. “I can’t wait to know what your pussy feels like when it’s filled up with another man’s cum. You’re such a little whore, aren’t you? So desperate to be filled up all the time.”

You moaned and nodded quickly. “Please,” you begged.

“Please what?” Anders asked.

“Please fill me up,” you moaned, pressing yourself back against Casey and Anders smirked.

“You heard her.”

Casey hummed and let go of your hair in favour of gripping your hip in one hand and himself in the other. He pressed the tip to your clit and dragged it up to your entrance making you moan.

“Okay?” He asked as he settled at your entrance.

“Yes, please,” you begged and Casey slowly pressed into you while you held Anders’ gaze.

You wanted to close your eyes in pleasure as Casey sunk into you, but you didn’t dare pull your eyes from Anders. You moaned loudly and gripped the bedspread as Casey bottomed out, unable to stop yourself from clenching down on him, making him moan and squeeze your hips.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he told you, giving you a few moments to adjust. “So warm and wet and tight.”

You moaned at the praise and watched as a proud smirk crawled its way up Anders’ lips. He knew better than anyone how amazing your pussy was.

You whined when Casey didn’t move and pressed yourself back against him, pushing him that little bit deeper with a soft moan. He bit his lip before tightening his grip on your hips to keep you in place before pulling out and trusting back in, rocking you forward. You moaned loudly as you looked to Anders, stuffed full of another man’s cock. It made you clench down on Casey, pulling a hot moan from his lips.

Casey started his pace slowly but firmly, making sure you had completely adjusted to him before fucking you harder, pressing himself deep inside you with every thrust.

You were so used and sensitive and he felt so good, you knew it wasn’t going to take much to curl again, especially when you watched Anders pull at his slacks, needing more give against his aching cock while he watched Casey fuck you.

You moaned louder than you needed, wanting to give him a good show and Casey rewarded you by fucking you harder.

He felt unbelievably good, the curve of his cock hitting all the right places. It was easy to get lost in the pleasure.

Casey shifted his angle so he brushed your g-spot and your gasp melted into a long moan as you slumped forward a little more, squeezing him tightly in pleasure. “Right there,” you moaned. “Fuck, right there.”

“Oh, here?” Casey asked, hitting it again and you let your eyes flutter closed with a loud moan. Behind you, Casey smirked and continued to fuck you firmly, brushing your g-spot with every thrust.

Even without being touched, your clit was throbbing and the assault on your g-spot only made the knot tighten quicker. “I’m going to cum,” you gasped out as you looked to Anders. “Please, Daddy, let me cum.”

Anders took a deep breath and shifted his leg and you whined as you waited for an answer, squeezing Casey tightly as you tried to hold it back. “Yeah,” Anders finally said after a few agonizing moments. “You’ve been good, you can cum.”

You moaned in appreciation and pressed your face into the bedspread, not trying to hold it back as you danced right on the edge. Your mouth fell open with pleasure until Casey stopped.

The sound that left your throat was half whine, half groan and Casey wrapped his hand around your throat. He didn’t squeeze, just pulled you up so you looked at Anders. “Look at Anders while you cum on my cock,” he told you.

You whined but nodded quickly. “I’m sorry,” you told them. Casey hummed and let go of your throat to return his grip to your hips and fucked you harder, sure to brush your g-spot with every thrust.

He brought you back to the edge quickly and didn’t let up. Your jaw was slack with pleasure as you looked at Anders, his blue eyes dark with arousal. He only needed to nod once and you let the orgasm wash over you, your mouth open in a silent screen.

Casey’s hips stuttered and he groaned as you fluttered around him, his eyes glued to his where he was disappearing into you as your cum dripped down his cock. “Fuck, Princess,” he groaned as he fucked you through it, and you couldn’t pull your eyes from Anders. You wanted to be good for him, for both of them.

You moaned as you continued to clench down on Casey, making him moan and his grip tighten on your hips. “Please,” you begged when his rhythm started to get sloppy.

“Please what, Princess?” He asked, the breathiness of his voice making you clench down on him again.

“Please fill me up,” you told him, your eyes still locked on Anders.

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Gonna fill this warm cunt right up.” His rhythm was sloppy but hard as he chased his high and you continued to flutter around him.

With you squeezing him, it only took him a few more thrusts before he buried himself in you and stilled with a loud moan. You gasped when you felt him cum and clenched around him again, milking his cum out while pulling another loud moan from him.

You struggled to hold yourself up, especially as Casey leaned more of his weight on you, his body spent with his second orgasm of the night, so you slumped forward, making Casey slip out of you in the process. He took another moment to catch his breath before helping you onto your back, his eyes instantly falling to between your legs where his cum was starting to leak out.

He didn’t think, just reached forward and collected his cum on his fingers before raising them to you. You took them greedily, groaning as you sucked his fingers clean of both your cum.

“Good girl,” he praised before rolling over beside you and you let your legs fall open more as you caught your breath, your chest heaving and your body warm with pleasure.

You heard the chair creak before you realized Anders was getting up. You looked over and followed him to the foot of the bed with your eyes. His touch was gentle as he gripped your ankle and ran his eyes down your used body.

“Are you okay?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to continue, or do you want to stop?” He asked but you shook your head and spread your legs more, showing him your used pussy as Casey’s cum continued to leak out of you.

“I want your cum, too, Daddy,” you told him and he groaned under his breath.

His hand fell from your ankle as he stepped back to push his slacks and underwear down before kneeling on the bed and settling between your legs, hovering over you. His cock was hard and leaking and you gasped as it brushed your clit, your pussy clenching in anticipation, pushing more of Casey’s cum out.

“Can’t be wasting Casey’s cum, can you?” He said, gathering it up on his fingers and pushing it back into you, making you moan.

You whined as he pulled his fingers back but they were quickly replaced with his cock as he pressed the tip into you. He took his time sinking into you, groaning at how good you felt and how you kept fluttering around him.

He didn’t give you a moment to adjust, pulling out and trusting back in roughly, making you grip his shoulders with a gasp. He groaned as your nails but into the skin of his shoulders and stilled his hips to take your wrists in his hands and pinned them above your head.

You moaned, having no energy to fight his grip and you wrapped your legs around his hips as he fucked you.

He was rougher with you and bigger than Casey, stretching you out all over again, making you moan loudly, your eyes fluttering shut out of pleasure. Your pussy was so used and raw, you could already feel another high start to build, and Anders knew it by how you squeezed him.

“Gonna cum already, babygirl?” He asked with a groan.

“Feels so good, Daddy,” you moaned, tightening your legs on his hips.

He made a soft noise and quickened his hips, his eyes never leaving you as you scrunched your face up with pleasure. “Look at me,” he instructed and you whined as you forced your eyes open again. “Look at Daddy while he fucks you, and look at Daddy when you cum.”

You nodded quickly, another string of moans leaving your lips at how good he felt and you clenched down on him, making him groan, low and beautiful in your ear.

You were so used and sensitive and raw, it wasn’t going to take long to cum again. Anders looked at you with hungry eyes and you moaned louder, your high closer with every move of his hips.

“I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, your whole body hot and you struggled to keep your eyes open. “Please let me cum, Daddy. Please.” Your last word broke into a whine.

Anders thrusted into you a few more times making you whine loudly before he nodded. “Yeah, baby, you can cum.”

You nodded quickly and held Anders’ eyes as it washed over you with a loud gasp that melted into a moan as you fluttered around him.

Anders’ pace stuttered and he moaned as you squeezed him before he reached down to grip your thigh, pushing it higher to get him deeper as he fucked you through your high and you let your eyes close for a second before looking to Casey, who ate up your every moan and bounce of your breasts.

You moaned loudly at the look in his eyes and looked back to Anders, your pussy still fluttering around him. Your high bled into another, smaller high as you came again, your eyes closing as you dug your nails into the palms of your hands where they were still pinned in Anders’ hand above you.

Anders let his eyes close as he tightened his grip on your thigh. You were so warm and wet around him, so used and begging for more, your pussy squeezing him tightly, and he had been so hard watching you with Casey. His pace for sloppier and rougher as he chased his high.

“Gonna fill your sweet pussy right up,” he moaned and you whined with a quick moan, unable to make words as you moaned, overwhelmed with pleasure. Anders let his eyes close as he focused on how good your pussy felt around him.

His groans grew louder as he got closer and he tightened his grip on your wrists when he came with a loud moan, stilling in you and making you moan as he filled you up.

He released your wrists as he braced himself, his jaw slack as he came down and your legs fell from his hips. When he opened his eyes, he saw how wrecked you were and he could feel your pussy still fluttering with aftershocks.

He pressed a soft kiss to your lips before pulling out. You whined, the feeling too much on your abused core, but Anders did his best to be gentle before flopping down beside you, Casey on your other side. Your whole body was warm, pulsing with the beat of your heart and you let your eyes close as you focused on it.

You couldn’t process the time passing as you laid there, completely used and blissed out, the cum from two men beginning to run down your thighs. Casey watched you with careful eyes, making sure you were okay, but it was Anders that spoke first.

“I’m going to get a cloth from the bathroom to clean her up. Can you run down and get her some water?” He asked, looking over you to Casey.

“Yeah, absolutely,” Casey said and you felt the bed shift as he got off it, but you didn’t bother following him with your eyes as you looked to Anders.

He brushed your hair back and gave you a soft smile and you leaned into his touch. “Are you okay?” He asked softly and you hummed. “Words, baby,” he whispered.

“I’m okay,” you told him, rolling slowly onto your side to be closer to him, something that didn’t go unnoticed by him.

He cupped your cheek, tracing his thumb over the arch as he made you look at him, searching your eyes for any sign you weren’t okay. Reluctantly, he nodded and leaned forwards to kiss your forehead before slipping out of bed to get you a warm cloth. He wet two wash cloths with hot water and wrung them out before stepping back into the master where Casey had returned.

You were still curled up on your side, though you had pulled Anders’ pillow down and clutched it to your chest. Anders held his finger up to Casey and knelt back on the bed and you opened your eyes at the movement.

“Hey,” Anders whispered. “Is it alright if I cleaned you up?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you replied and he helped guide you onto your back so he could wipe you down. As always, he was gentle, starting with your arms, then your chest, taking special care with your breasts before moving to your legs. He started with your claves and worked up your thighs, wiping away all three of your cum before lightly wiping your raw pussy.

“I know, I’m sorry,” Anders whispered when you whimpered. “There, all done, okay?” He said when he was finished, resting the used cloths on his thigh before helping you sit up.

Casey sat down on the other side of you and guided the glass to your lips. You hadn’t realized how thirsty you were and you took the glass from him and quickly drank it all. “Good girl,” Anders told you when you were done, handing the glass to him and he put it on the bedside table before getting up to put the used cloths in the laundry.

While he was up, he grabbed a fresh pair of underwear and pulled them on and got you one of his shirts. Usually you both slept naked afterwards, but this wasn’t usually and Anders didn’t want to leave you exposed. He helped you put it on while Casey pulled on his discarded underwear.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Anders asked you and you nodded.

“Yes,” you told him. “A little sore, a little raw, but I’m okay, I promise.” Both of them relaxed at your words and Casey gave your hand a squeeze, making you look over at him.

“Can I get you anything else?” He asked you and you shook your head as you used your other hand to reach out to Anders. As amazing as Casey had been, right now all you needed was Anders. They both understood that and Casey gave your hand another squeeze. “Well, tonight was really fun. Thank you both. I hope you get some much needed rest, and Leesy, I guess I’ll see you at practice.”

You hummed and let his hand slip from yours, but it was Anders that spoke up while Casey was gathering his clothes. “The guest room is down the hall, third door on the left. There’s an ensuite with extra toothbrushes, toothpaste, shampoo and bodywash for you to use. I’ll drive you to get your car in the morning.”

“Are you sure?” He asked and Anders nodded.

“It’s late, just stay the night.”

“Okay,” Casey nodded. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” Anders said and Casey nodded again before slipping out the bedroom door and closing it behind him to keep the dogs out.

Andes took a deep breath and looked down at you, the corner of his lips twitching up when he saw you were already smiling up at him. “We should change the sheets,” he told you. “So how about I run you a little bath, let you soak so you won’t be as sore tomorrow, and I change the sheets while you’re in there?”

You didn’t like the thought of being away from him, and really, all you wanted to do was sleep, but you nodded. “Probably a good idea.”

Anders nodded and got off the bed before helping you up. Your whole body felt like jello and there was a deep ache in your hips. You stumbled at first, but Anders caught you and guided you into the bathroom and to the toilet before he started drawing you a bath.

You didn’t wait for the tub to fill. After using the toilet and brushing your teeth, you peeled Anders’ shirt off and slipped into the few inches of hot water with a soft moan. Anders got your bodywash from the shower in case you wanted it and left the bathroom open when he went back into the bedroom to change the sheets.

He took his time stripping the bed and replacing the used sheets with clean ones. He tossed the used sheets next to the hamper before picking up your dress and his suit and putting it in the dry clean pile. Once he was satisfied, he made his way back to the ensuite to check on you.

“How are you doing?” He asked, smiling at how content you looked in the tub.

“I’m good,” you told him honestly. “But I am exhausted and I think I might fall asleep if I stay in here much longer, so please tell me the bed is ready.”

Anders chuckled but nodded. “Yeah, the bed is all ready for you.”

He stepped forwards and got you a fresh, fluffy towel before helping you out. You let him wrap the towel around you and dry you off before helping you to bed. The sheets felt nice against your skin and you let Anders tuck you in as you got comfortable, sleep pulling at all your limbs.

“I’m just going to wipe myself down and brush my teeth, okay?” He told you and went back into the bathroom after you nodded.

He didn’t want to leave you alone long, so he brushed his teeth before pulling his underwear off and used another washcloth with some bodywash to clean himself. It wasn’t the best, but it would do until morning.

You were nearly asleep when he came back to the bedroom, but you managed a smile when you saw him. “Can I let the dogs in?” He asked and you nodded so he walked over to open the door. He only had to whistle once before they came barreling into the room. “Be nice, gentle,” he told them before they jumped on the bed and he closed the door behind them, smiling at your laugh as they licked your face. You were always their favourite parent.

“Okay, okay, enough,” Anders told them with a smile as he got into bed. “Leave mom alone.” Of course, that only made them focus on him instead. It took a couple of minutes, but eventually the boys settled down and Anders was able to slip under the covers, turn the lights off, and pull you to his chest.

“You were really good tonight,” he whispered.

You hummed and pressed yourself closer. “I had fun,” you told him.

“Me too,” he said, making you smile. He took a deep breath and you knew he was about to say something else, but you shushed him.

“Whatever you want to say, save it for tomorrow. I’m exhausted and I just want to sleep.”

Anders laughed, but nodded, soothingly running his hand down your back before kissing the top of your head. “Okay,” he whispered. “Go to sleep, baby, you deserve it. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you whispered into his chest, letting your eyes close.

Anders’ heartbeat was familiar and soothing, your whole body still warm with pleasure and use, and the dogs’ weight at the foot of the bed was comforting. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep, and Anders wasn’t far behind you.

Fin

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[flashyfucker]

idk how i’m supposed to function today bc i had a dream where i was friends with anders lee and was always around the team and went to little team hangouts and bbqs and big events and whatever. and since everyone knew that anders and i were friends, they constantly teased mat bc he had a huge crush on lil ol’ innocent me. and marty would tease him endlessly esp when mat would try to keep me company when i was waiting for anders who was the last to leave after a game. but that was bc marty knew that i was also secretly anders’ lil play thing and was a total slut for him and marty knew this bc one time he forgot something and went back to the locker room and found me on my knees, tears streaming down my face, choking on anders’ cock

and i’m just supposed to go about my monday??? like a normal person?

hi anon thank ur subconscious for me cause all ive been thinking abt for 24 hours is being not like .. fwb with anders as such, but being like super close best friends who also look after one another sexually which is different than like fwb/booty call situations to me for some reason (the reason is low key mutual pining disguised as platonic love, actually)

there is SO so so so much i could talk abt w this dynamic but riffing on ur dream (thank you again @ anon's subconscious xxx ily) he's called you down to the locker room when you're meant to be picking him up after optional skate, cause the boys are clearing out but he got off the ice late and doesn't wanna keep you waiting. and he's fresh out of the shower and the room's empty and there're no staff left around, so you find yourself sinking to your knees before where he's lax and half-dressed in his stall.

(all because you'd mentioned lunch, and he'd asked "you hungry?" with this inflection he hadn't even intended, but then you're nodding, suddenly silent, and he's asking "do you need it?": this one little question the hinge of this entire thing you both do. you don't fuck unless it's necessary, whatever that means.)

it’s barely a minute of you messily mouthing at him before he’s hot and hard and leaking, straining not to buck his hips up towards your gentle mouth for a couple minutes before he’s bored of the niceties and gathering a fistful of your hair to fuck your face on his cock.

at marty’s entrance, his flustered exclamation of “holy shit,” from the doorway, you’re scrambling to pull off, hide your face in anders’ thigh while anders reaches for a towel to protect your modesty somehow, telling marty to fuck off, as though marty hadn’t seen it in screaming detail before either of you had noticed his presence. like marty hadn’t noted the pull of your swollen lips around anders’ thick cock, the spread of gloss: spit and tears and precum smeared over your cheeks, committed it all to memory in his stunned moments before his big mouth had interrupted you.

and marty laughs, equal parts shocked and embarrassed and a little turned on, maybe, but you’re frozen, burning all over and still on your knees for the two seconds it takes him to grab whatever he’d left behind, then bid you and anders “have fun,” before slamming the door after him. 

and anders tries to apologise, for some reason: the gentle, captainly kindness he carries always prevailing, even when your face is streaked with precum, but he’s still rock hard and you’re unwittingly turned on by being caught, so you’re back on him and he’s making a mess of you, now, running his mouth with questions of “you liked being caught acting like a slut, huh? caught getting all messy for me?” laced between truths like “marty thought you were so fucking good. really believed you were this innocent little thing. that whole team does. they have no clue.”

#anyway. whew #anders lee #cw: smut #ff.hc #ff.asks #anon #long post

[lovelyminnieee]

Labels - L.D.H

Pairing: business heir!haechan x ceo!female reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut, slow burn (sort of?)

Content: arranged marriage, strangers to lovers, first time sex, LGBTQ mentions (nothing extream), choking, clitorial stimuation, degrading, praising, boob play, monster cock Haechan, nicknames, mentions of mastrubation, spit (if you squint), fingering, vaginal penetration (let me know if I missed anything)

Words: 19.6 K (I got carried away T_T)

Notes: Hi. so, uh, clearly, I got carried away. I didn’t think it’d be this much when I started, but you know here we are. Also, both characters, Haechan and Y/n have thoughts which I’ve given in different fonts.

This would be Haechan

This would be Y/n.

Do enjoy whatever I have rushed since I am in a rush. I have exams so let me just before I disappear. ——————————————————————————————————

“No, no, no, no mom, mom, listen–” you stare at her face boldly, spitting each word out.

“I. Am. Not. Getting. Married.” you spoke each word, storming out of the living room.

They wanted you to get married to someone you don’t even know. All of all, they want you to get married. You’ve only just started your own company, you have a long future ahead. You’re most definitely not looking forward to ruining that by getting married.

You shut the door to your room, careful to shut it without sound. You’ve already pissed your mom off , if she hears you banging doors, she’s going to come at you.

They wanted you to get married to the son of the Lee household for family, relational and business relationship building with them. You haven’t even seen the said son from the family, asking to marry him was a stretch.

Small knocks sound on your door and you whip your head up, ander subdued.

“Come in,” you mumble, and your dad steps in through the door, smiling gently.

“Hi cupcake, is everything okay? Your mother won’t talk to me,” he says, sitting down beside you. You lean your head on his shoulder, a sigh leaving your lips.

“She wants me to get married to the son of the Lee’s,” you mumble, and your dad sighs. There’s something in that sigh that says there’s a lot of trouble.

“Have–” he pauses, closing his eyes. It was hard for him to ask of you, especially knowing that you didn’t like the idea.

“Have you considered it?” you lift your head from his shoulders, and stare at him. You weren’t expecting him to say that, he was your everything.

“D-dad, I said I don’t like the idea of it,” you mention, and your dad nods and sighs. There has to be something wrong because that’s the third time he’s sighed in almost ten minutes.

“Our company is drowning, and so is our power in the community. If we need to keep this luxury, we need someone with a lot of power to join us, and help us out of this ditch. The Lee family is the only ones that have reached out to us so far, and they’re quite more powerful than they seem. The Lee family has been in the family business for more than 50 years, passed down from their great grandfathers. Think about it, cupcake. We need this right now. I hate having you married at this age, I really don't want to see my daughter live in a house with a man she doesn’t love. But we don’t have much of a choice. We’re running out of options. I don’t want to see you leave this house, really,” when you look at him, his eyes are glossy.

“I know you’re a good kid, and that you’ve started a company of your own, but I promise you, I won’t let any of the Lee’s stand in your way of running your business. You’re my intelligent daughter, I know you’ll make a good decision.” he finishes, wiping his tears with a smile. Your dad stares at you for a second or two, and then places a soft warm kiss on your forehead before getting up with a little difficulty, and leaving through the door.

You think. Your worries were about your career, your husband or his family stopping you from working. You’ve heard plenty of those cases before, your company is so important to you.

But your family business was struggling, you’d overheard a few conversations to know how bad. You want to fall in love, get married, and maybe, if your situations allow it, have a child or two. But are you ready to sacrifice your love life to save your family business?

You’re not sure.

After a bath and three cups of coffee, you might finally have your answer. You walk downstairs and try to find your mother in this enormous house, looking around and calling for her. It’d be a shame if this house would have to go.

“Mom,” you call from the counter of the open kitchen, and your mom turns around. For the first time in a few nights, you notice how tired she really looks.

“Yes?”

“I’ll agree to the marriage.” you mumble out. You said what you said and now you can’t go back on your word, so you wonder what you’ve thrown yourself into.

“You’ll- you’ll agree to the marriage with the Lee’s?” your mom’s eyes are wide.

“Yeah,” you mumble and your mother wraps you in a tight hug, her eyes grow glossy.

“You understand how big of a sacrifice this is? You’ve just saved your whole family business, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you,” she kisses your forehead, and you smile.

“It’s for you guys, and Jungwoo. He’ll be the one taking the company next, it’ll be hard for him to manage the company when it’s treasury is empty.” you hug back your mother, kissing her cheek. You’ve always been close with your mother, but your personalities clash often and you guys argue over small things. Nevertheless, she’s your mother.

You hope everything will turn out fine, although you’re a little worried about the stranger you’re going to marry. ——————————————————————————————

You groan as you stare at the dress your mom has sent you. Your dad has planned a dinner with the Lee family, and you’re expecting to see the man you’re going to marry. You’re nervous, and somewhat excited to see what kind of a person you’ll be marrying.

The dress is so revealing, and you can see a little bit of your cleavage. The back was sewn with some strings, ending in a bow right above your ass. The dress was classy, but revealing. You were going to a dinner, not a fucking club.

A note had been delivered with it, written by your mother.

Wear the dress at all costs, love you -mom

You read it out, a sigh following. Your make-up artist and hairdresser will be here in a few, you need to get dressed by then.

You pull on the dress and stare at yourself in the full mirror, surprised. You look smoking hot, and with your hair and makeup done, you’re sure you’d look mindblowing. Maybe your mom had a point.

Your hairdresser and makeup artist do their magic, and by the time you’re down the stairs, you look absolutely gorgeous.

“You look damn good,” Jungwoo compliments and you smile cheekily, replying with a finger gun.

“Wow, you really look like a princess now. You look gorgeous, sweetheart.” your dad compliments, holding out his arm.

“May I lead you, my princess?” you giggle before you hook your hands with his, walking with him. You might be grown and promised to a man, but you’re still your dad’s little princess. ——————————————————————————————

You’re nervous as you step out of the car, your stomach doing cartwheels. You hope he’s at least good looking.

You breathe out one last time before striding in confidently behind your family into the restaurant. You’ve been here so many times before, the private suite here is booked for the meeting and you’re sure of it. Although it is a 7 star michelin restaurant, you’ve always come here growing up, so it doesn’t really make it special anymore.

“Are they already here?” you whisper to your mother, who nods. All that question does is add to your anxiety.

“Hello, Mr. Lee.” your father greets the man, and the man greets him back. He’s old, but you’re 100% sure he looked like a Greek god when he was young. Mr. Lee leads you through a set of doors, and to a certain door at the end of the hallway. He twists the door knob open and smiles, settling on the chair.

You can see a woman, and two sophisticated men already settled on the table. You assume one of the boys is his brother, and the moment your eyes fall on one of the boys, you’re bewitched. His face is perfect, and he has the prettiest eyes and lips you’ve seen. He’s capable of attracting attention just with his looks, because the navy blue suit he had dressed in was mind blowing.

He tilts his head towards you out of respect, and you return the gesture. He’s gorgeous.

“Hi Donghyuck, it’s been a while hasn’t it?” your father stretches a hand, and the boy takes it with a small smile.

“It has been, Mr. Seo,” he replies casually.

So Lee Donghyuck is his name.

Donghyuck on the other hand, was mesmerised by you. You looked absolutely stunning in his eyes, he couldn’t help but stare. Your features were so perfect in his eyes, your dress freely flowed behind you. Your lips look so pink and soft and pretty, he finds it a feature he’s the most attracted to. Only when Mr. Seo spoke did he finally look away from you.

“It’s nice to meet again after a long time, Mr. Seo,”

“Likewise, Mr. Lee,”

You can’t bring yourself to focus on the conversation your parents were having when such a beautiful, totally-your-type guy was sitting before you. Him, however, seemed focused on the conversation, stealing little glances throughout the dinner.

“When will we be deciding the wedding dates?” your mother asks, and Donghyuck seems to suck in a sharp breath.

He probably hates getting married to me. With a face like that, I must not be that attractive to him.

Your heart sinks a little at your thoughts, and you lose focus at any and all conversation. You look down at your plate and poke at your food, occasionally placing some bits into your mouth.

“Y/n? Y/n, do you agree?” you look up, confused. All eight of the people in the room are staring at you, and you feel your cheeks heat up in an unrealistic colour of red. You hope it doesn't show through your makeup.

You just stare at them, hoping someone repeats. Your mother smiles with frustration, repeating the question.

“Do you agree with the wedding date being the 29th of next month?”

Your mind goes through your schedule, and you don’t find anything scheduled for that day.

“Yes, o-ofcourse. I find myself free on that day,” you smile, and the family seems to return to the conversation they were holding.

You glance at Donghyuck and a smile slips onto his face before he hides it with the poker face he wore all dinner.

“I think we should let the kids talk, what do you think?” Donghyuck’s father speaks, and you both lift your head at the same time, staring at him. What the hell were you going to talk about? This was your first time seeing him.

But everyone seems to collectively agree that this was a good idea. Mr. Lee shoots Donghyuck a look, and it looks like the boy mentally groans before getting up, and smiling sweetly at you, waiting for you to get up. You do get up, and he takes your hand softly in his before leading you out of the door into a balcony that was located right next to the room you were in.

The view is beautiful, just as gorgeous as the man beside you.

“I’m Lee Donghyuck, and you are?”

“Seo Y/n. Did you agree to all this?” you ask first. You’re curious about the man, but that can wait.

“Yeah, sort of. I had to, I'm the heir to dad’s company.” he replies, a sigh slips out of his pretty lips. It comes out as a cloud of ice due to the cold atmosphere.

“I have my own company, a clothing line. It was introduced on the Paris runway,” you say, and he nods, eyes fixed in the distance.

“I’m familiar, Aphelion, am I right?” He surprises you with his knowledge. He probably did his research on you.

You stare at him with curious eyes, a smile lingering on your face. He looks at you, and then he laughs, shaking his head. You have to admit it, he’s got the smoothest voice, and the prettiest laugh.

“No, no, I didn’t do research on you. I-I was personally there, in Paris. I have to say, they did catch my eyes.” he nods, tucking his hands into his coat pockets.

It was freezing, goddammit.

You shiver a little because of the weather, and he seems to notice it. He contemplates something for a second, and then takes off his jacket. He puts it over your bare shoulders, covering your shoulders.

“Oh- you didn’t have to, I’m not-” you start mumbling but he cuts you off.

“Don’t lie, I saw you shiver,” he says. His eyes seemed like it never fell on you. He hasn’t made proper eye contact from the moment you stepped into the balcony, not even when he handed you his jacket. He looks quiet, peaceful as he stares at the bustling city below him.

He wouldn’t look at me because he isn’t attracted to me. He hates the sight of me, he gave me his jacket because he was polite enough to take care of a woman.

Your heart sunk again. Sometimes, you wish you could just be confident with yourself. You wish you didn’t overthink this much. You wish you could be confident with who you are, and what you look like. You wish you could be a little bit taller, a little thinner, a little more defined. You hate your thoughts so much.

You look at Donghyuck, and stare at him. He’s perfect, he has no job dealing with someone like you.

He looks at you, and you look away, too emotional to stare at him.

“What do I call you, Ms. Seo?” he asks, and you look up at him.

“Uh, you can call me Y/n,” you reply, clearing your throat. He stares for a little with narrowed eyes, and looks away.

“What do I call you, Mr. Lee?”

“You can call me Donghyuck, Hyuck, or Haechan.” he replies casually.

He has such a pretty name.

“Ah, okay. Why Haechan?” you inquire, curious about the cute nickname.

“Well, 해 (Hae) means “Sun” and 찬 (Chan) means “Full”,” he says. His cheeks and the tip of his nose are cheeky red, making him seem so much more admirable.

“Full Sun?” you ask, smiling.

“Hmm, dad gave it to me when I was five,” he smiles softly, and then it disappears.

You think that’s interesting, because you can’t see a trace of the said Sun anywhere. He looks cold and gentle to you, you’re not sure where that came from.

You hum in response, lost in your thoughts.

“Do you want to live married?” he asks, and it catches you off guard. That’s the first real question besides your name he’s asked.

“I could live married, but if that gets in the way of my profession, no, I don’t want to. I value my company more than whatever this is—” you make a gesture between you two “—I’m doing this for my family. I love my family too much to save myself only while all of us drown. My dad asked me for my consent with tears in his eyes, that was the first time I’d seen him cry in years. A little sacrifice wouldn’t hurt.” you swallow hard after you answer, and you look at Haechan. He looks hurt for a moment by the answer before he puts on a serious expression, humming to your answer.

Did you see that right? You’re probably just losing it from having just a glass of champagne. Your alcohol tolerance is shit.

“Me either. I was forced into it, at least your dad asked for consent,” he chuckles bitterly. You feel bad for a second, so you think how you can make this agreement free for him and you.

And you come up with a terrible idea.

“What do you say we live separate lives?” you blurt out, thinking. Your brain was working at high speed.

A confused sound emits from Haechan.

“What do you say we live separate lives, like we never got married. We could pretend we’re roommates, and when our parents are over, we could pretend to be in-love.” you suggest.

You said this with complete knowledge that it was a terrible idea, and you know you’re going to regret this later.

Haechan’s interest piques greatly, thinking of the deal over and over in his head. It doesn’t sound bad to him, maybe it could work out.

Maybe you’ll be a new friend too.

“Okay.”

You turn to look at him with a bright smile.

“Deal?” you stretch your hand, and he takes it, a cheeky lingering smile on his lips.

“Deal.” ——————————————————————————————

“Did you have fun?” Mr. Lee asks as you two walk into the room, Haechan’s jacket back on him. You’d returned it on the way, thanking him for risking the cold to give you the jacket. He’d brushed it off with a smile, which still lingered on his lips.

“Looks like you had fun,” your dad comments, and you feel your brother’s crazy stare on you. He’s smiling at you weirdly, like you and Haechan fucked on the first meet.

You only glare at him since all eyes are on you and Haechan, and you swear to yourself that once you reach home, you’ll kick the life out of him.

“The wedding date is on the 29th of next month, make sure both of your schedules are clear by then, we’ll plan the rest out as it goes, don’t stress yourselves too much with it, yeah?” Mr. Lee gets up, and the rest of the family does too.

You’ve learned all their names, but you decided you’d address his parents as Mr and Mrs. Lee. His brother’s name is Lee Minhyung, and he’s a little hyper active, you can see it. He’s just as handsome as Haechan though, and they look like best friends more than brothers. Although his name is Minhyung, Haechan said he likes to be addressed as Mark more. Haechan looks more like his father, with his jaw shape and nose and somewhere by the forehead, and Mark looks more like his mother with the big doe eyes and the smile. Either way, you’ve met everyone and you want to go home too; you’re glad they got up first.

“We should get going by now, it’s getting late. Thank you so much for sitting down with us,” he says.

“No, no, I should thank you for sitting down with us. I hope we’ll get together well in the future, I’ll see you soon,” your father stands up and shakes Mr. Lee’s hand, and you see Haechan shoot you one last smile before he leaves through the door.

It’s the kind of smile that leaves you flustered, the kind of smile that makes you want to stare at him, the kind of smile that makes you want to be the reason for it.

God forsaken, you had done what you had, you can’t have feelings for him. ——————————————————————————————

|Hc Hey

You stare at the text Haechan had left you. You were in the car with your brother next to you, mom and dad in front talking about something.

|Y/n Heyy

|Hc Think dad and mom r gnna hire wedding planners

Wedding planners seem like a much easier option. Maybe you’ll get the wedding you’ve always wanted.

|Y/n It sounds easier planning like tht

|Hc Hmm whats ur dream wedding?

You really think. What’s your dream wedding? Maybe a simple wedding, nothing too grand.

|Y/n Uh nothing too grand tbh. a simple wedding would do

Haechan stared at the message, surprised. You looked like you’d want everything to be grand, he didn’t expect your answer to be so down to earth.

|Hc Thats nice. i havent rly thought of it Although i did want to get married with someone i’m familiar with. May b we can be frnds

That sentence makes you smile. “What’re you smiling at?” your brother asks, staring at you with a curious smile. When you don’t answer, he attempts to peek into your phone.

“Don’t frikin do that again, asshole,” you push his face away, hiding your phone.

“Ouch, fuck, where did that much grip come from?” He rubs his forehead. You stick your tongue out, rolling your eyes. How much ever you love your brother, he’ll always be a pain in the asshole.

“You’re texting Donghyuck, aren’t you?” he asks, surprised.

“Yeah, what about it?” you ask, typing back a reply.

|y/n Maybe, id like that :)

“Maybe you should leave some things to talk about after marriage, you know?” Jungwoo comments, smiling. You shoot him a dirty look, punching his arm.

“Mom, she keeps punching me,” he whines, and your mom turns around to glare at you.

“I didn’t even do anything,” you justify yourself, scoffing.

Jungwoo sticks his tongue out at you, and you have a strong urge to ruin his face that you have to hold back. You huff, looking back at the phone.

|Hc we’re almost there text ya later bye :]

You stared at the message with a big smile. That little smile at the end of the sentence, you found that absolutely adorable.

“Get out, we’re home,” your brother pokes you.

When would be the next time you’d get to see him? ——���———————————————————————————

Well, the predicted next time was not far out. He’d called you out on a date, and you were genuinely surprised, to say the least.

“What?” you ask, sitting up in your office chair. The document you were reading is now forgotten, your mind processed his words.

“Let me take you on a date,” he repeats through the phone.

“Hyuck, stop fucking around, what’s the plan?” you ask, rolling your eyes.

“You’re fast. Dad wants us to go on a date in public for the paparazzis so they can take photos of us being lovey dovey and shit,” he says, biting his nails. A kind of disappointment bubbles up your throat, but you push it back down. You can’t have feelings for him, you’re friends.

“Fine, when?” you mumble.

“Are you upset?” he asks, and you could imagine his eyes gleaming mischievously.

“Why would I be upset? Theoretically, I should be, because I am your fiance. But then, we didn’t exactly fall in love and get married. This gives us the conclusion that I have absolutely no reason to be upset.” you know you’re not upset.

“You’re upset, okay, I get it. Stop overanalyzing shit when you’re upset, it’s a little too obvious.”

“I said I’m not upset,” you grumble.

“Fine, whatever you say. I’ll pick you up at 4 in the evening, clear your schedule.” he says before hanging up.

He’s so fucking annoying.

You check the time. It’s 2:17, you should probably head out. You pick up your coat, and call your driver, already heading out of the office. You clarify to your secretary and head right out, all the way to your apartment.

You’d gone for a visit at your home for a while, where you met Haechan. You even got to hang out a lot, so you got a lot closer. A lot like best friends.

The automated doors open into your apartment, and you greet the maid on the way to your room. You don’t know how you should dress.

So you call Hyuck.

“What?” he asks, groaning.

“How should I dress? Where are we going?” you ask, and it takes him a moment to answer.

“Dress simple, we’re going to a cafe,” he answers, and hangs up again. You groan. You don’t really have anything simple to wear. You do, but you’ve already worn them all before.

“Miss? Is everything okay?” you turn your head to look at the maid standing behind you, a worried expression on her face.

“Me and Hyuck are going on a cafe date, I have nothing to wear,” you frown, and the maid hums. She thinks for a second, and then steps forward. She wipes her hand on her uniform and picks out a cute coffee coloured sweater, a pair of white jeans, and points at a bag she’s too afraid to touch.

“No, no, I don’t mind. We’re all the same, just cause you work for me doesn’t make you non human,” you smile at her, urging her to get you that brown Hermes bag. She hesitates to touch it, and once she does, she smiles before carefully passing it to you.

God, who mistreats these ladies to the point they're afraid to touch bags.

Her name is Park Hyejin. She’s been with you from about a few years ago, and she’s always been around you. Your mom had her move from your house to your apartment with you because you were the most comfortable around her, and she figured you could use help in taking care of the apartment.

“I could’ve. But I’ve worn both of these before with different pairs,” you whine, staring at the outfit laid out onto the leather in the middle of your huge closet.

“Ma’am, I think you should be getting ready, it’s already past three,”

You’ve been staring at your closet for an hour now???

“Shit. I’ll just wear it,” you strip in front of her, pulling on your sweater. You’d taken a cold shower this morning, you’ll be fine, you didn’t have time anyway.

She’s seen everything, you don’t think she hasn't seen you naked at least once. You straighten out your beige sweater, sighing satisfyingly. You turn around to thank the girl, and she’s cherry tomato red, you realise. A smile eases onto your features.

“You’re blushing,” you tease, leaning back onto one of your closet doors.

“M-ma’am, do you want me to do your hair?” she asks, quietly. You giggle to yourself, nodding.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a second,” you nod. She hurriedly leaves the room, and you giggle before pulling on your pants.

You’re done in about forty five minutes, and it’s already 4. Your phone rings as you sit down on your couch, waiting for Donghyuck to show up.

“Yeah?”

“You ready? I’m downstairs,” he says, his car parked right outside. If you looked, you’d probably see it.

“Coming,” you cut the call, grabbing your purse and waving to Hyun Joo before going out.

“Evening, my lady,” Haechan greets you, and something about him seems stunned the moment he sees you. He’s staring for a second, just a second, before he breaks from it and opens the door for you.

He’s driving and he’s unusually quiet, unlike the loud boy you know.

“Is something wrong?” you finally break the silence. He glances over, and smiles. Laughs, actually.

“No, not really.” he answers. He then thinks for a little bit more.

“When’s the dress fitting?”

“Not sure, on the 19th, I think,” you answer. He hums, thinking again. The rest of the ride is quiet, but you get to observe his outfit while you’re bored. He looks cute, a very nice brown sweater, and a pair of white jeans. You really like how he looks, it sort of matches your outfit. Maybe that’s why he was staring.

“You look really nice today,” he mumbles, and you don’t hear him.

“What?”

“I said you look like shit today,” he panics, answering quickly.

Fuck, he probably just blew his chance with you.

“Thanks Haechan, really helped me grow as a person,” you sneer, sulking.

“We’re here,”

He unbuckles his seat belt, and steps out of the car to open your door. He opens it for you, and you step out, thanking him. He’d picked a place near the glass to sit in, and you were happy he did.

The cafe is bustling, yet so calming. It’s the prettiest cafe you’ve been to, because everything about it feels and looks amazing. It’s so coffee-like, yet it seems like there’s something for everyone.

“Is everything okay? You’ve been really quiet today,” you ask him as he gets settled opposite to you. He sighs, shaking his head.

“It’s just the stress, nothing you need to worry about, sweetheart.” the last word strikes you, and you feel your cheeks heat up unintentionally.

“Wait did you just-?” he asks, breaking into a quiet fit of laughter.

“No, no I didn’t.” you bite your lips, embarrassed.

“Are you a coffee person?” you ask, desperately trying to change the subject so he would move on from that little thing. You know he’s going to tease your hours on end for it.. You always end up admiring him every time you’re together, although you’re not so sure why.

“Very much so,”

“Me too. I like brewed coffee a lot,” you smile, and he smiles back. His smile is so perfect, his lips look so perfect, and his nose looks so perfect. Everything about him is unreal, and you love the way he stares at you. His eyes are so chocolate brown and deep, always holding a kind of meaning when he looks at you.

“The half drunk dudes should be here by now.” Hyuck spares one glance out the window, and then he smiles at you. He takes your hand in his, and you’ve never been more confused.

“Act like you’re in love with me. They can note shit pretty quick, although they are half drunk most of them do work in dispatch.”

I’m already in love with you, why should I pretend?

You blink rapidly in a poor attempt to get rid of the stupid thought, trying to act. You smile warmly as he takes your hand and places his lips on the back of your hand, letting his lips stay.

“Why didn’t you pick up my call yesterday, you piece of shit?” you ask through the smile.

“You called me yesterday? Why?” he asks, and he doesn’t break character. He’s still looking at you like he’s so in love and that makes you want to break your character and run.

“I wanted to ask about the wedding planners, dumbass.”

“You could’ve texted me,”

“I have things to do.” He intertwines your fingers together and you notice how his hand is so warm. His hand is so big, and warm and perfect in yours. He seems to notice it too because he’s staring at it.

His hand tightens around yours, and his thumb unconsciously caresses your hand. It’s quiet between you two for a few minutes. It’s like the world has given you freedom for a few minutes, and you’re free to look at each other however you want. Touch each other however you want, and smile at each other however you want.

Your eyes trace his pretty deep brown eyes, his newly dyed black hair, his jaw. His skin is flawless, perfect, and you notice his pretty earning for the first time. Your eyes run along his lips, and you force yourself to look away before you do something stupid.

“Are they gone?” you ask, and Haechan sighs before he looks out, noticing nobody there. He’s quite good at finding cameras.

Please don’t be gone, let me hold onto her a little longer.

“Yeah,” he retreats his hand, and it hurts you a little bit. His hands were so warm, the weather was cold, you admit you were a little disappointed when his hands left yours.

“Would you like something to eat?” he asks. He’s got this strong urge to take your face into his hands and kiss you, kiss you till you both run out of breath.

Fuck, what was he thinking.

“Yeah sure,” you nod, smiling. Haechan knows he’s using every cell in his body to resist the urge to kiss you, although he finds it weird. He doesn’t like you, he swears he doesn’t, so what is this feeling?

The date goes by rather quiet, with both your minds confused and screaming, you didn’t think you had much to say.

“I’ll see you on dress fitting,” Haechan smiles. You think you might see why his dad named him Haechan, his smile is so bright and pretty.

“I’ll see you too,” although he does hesitate, he places a quick kiss on your cheek before he runs for his car. He’s too cute for you, your heart can’t take it.

But also, did he just kiss you?

“What was that?” you demand before he drives off.

“Keep it,” is all he shouts back. You blush furiously at the audacity of him to do this after you guys agreed to be friends and nothing more. Maybe you should’ve done that.

Haechan pulls into his car and drives off, his heart beating loudly into his chest. He knows he shouldn’t have done it, he knows it was so wrong. Maybe not that wrong, but after deciding to be friends, what he did was a shit move.

But if he didn’t do at least this much, he was going to combust from the sheer urge to kiss you. He closes his eyes briefly, collecting himself before heading back home, and maybe to get some work done. ——————————————————————————————

“Hello, you must be Ms. Seo. Your fiance has been waiting for you,” the lady says and that surprises you. Haechan had said he might not even show up to the fitting, but he did, and you were happy he did.

“Donghyuck, I didn’t expect to see you here,” you walk in, smiling brightly. The last few days of your life had been filled with him, by him. He’s sent you good morning texts, he’s helped you with a few company related issues, and he’s spent some good time with you, getting to know you.

These were the basics, because if you were going to live with him, it might as well be on acquainted terms.

“I didn’t have time to show up for my fitting, might as well get it done with you.” he stands up with a huge smile.

“Have you at least looked through and selected a few dresses?” you inquire, eyes fixed on all the dresses on the huge racks. You wanted a custom one made, but there’s no time for that is what your mom said.

“Yes, I have indeed. So uh, I did select a few, I’ve asked them to keep those pieces aside. You should go check them out,” he tilts his head towards the changing room. You nod, letting a sigh fall from your lips.

You were choosing your wedding dress, something you didn’t dare dream happen until you were fully settled.

The shit we do for our loved ones.

You fit into the first dress, second, and third dress. You’ve gone through five different dresses and they just weren’t for you. Frustrated, you call Haechan into the changing room.

“Yeah?” he peeks in, and his eyes run over your coresetted figure. Goddammit you look beautiful.

“I like the third dress, you saw it, but it just isn’t for me. I need something special.” you rant, staring into the mirror. Haechan looks away out of respect, and he sighs.

“See, the thing is…” he trails on, a little nervous.

“Yeah?” you turn around.

“The thing is, I might or might not have had a custom dress made for you…” he hesitates, chewing on his lips nervously.

“What?” your lips part in shock, and Haechan sighs. He looks hesitant. He steps inside the room and closes the door.

“Uh, a while ago, like a week or two ago, I thought about how we could make our wedding better for you, and I remembered you mentioning something about a custom dress. So uh, I took it up with my imagination and your style and came up with a dress. It just came in yesterday, if you want we can send it back,” Haechan mumbles out, and you’re surprised.

And touched. He wanted to make this perfect for you, better for you. Maybe it’s not that bad getting married to him.

“Would you like to try it on- or- you know what- I’m sorry, I’ll send it back–” Haechan shakes his head, wincing. Maybe he went overboard.

“No, no. Let me see the dress, let me try it on,” you mumble fast enough, and he looks stunned.

“You’ll try it on?” you nod in confirmation, and a huge smile makes its way to Haechan’s face. You’re happy to see that smile.

You try on your sixth dress of the day, and you have to say, you look beautiful. The sleeveless white ball gown-like dress looked absolutely gorgeous on you, you can’t help but bite back tears. Haechan designed this for you. It was just so beautiful.

Haechan sits on the couch in the middle of a huge room, waiting for you to show up. He’s mindlessly scrolling on his phone, through every other social media app, trying to get rid of his nervousness.

Would she like the dress? Would she send it back? She’d probably hate it. No, she hasn't tried it on yet, maybe she’ll like it.

A lady walks into the room and smiles at him, and something tells him to keep his phone away. So he does.

The curtains swing open, and you’re standing there in the middle, absolutely gorgeous in a pure white gown. He designed it for you, and he’s stunned and shocked at how good you look in it.

“I like it, I love it,” your hand smoothes over the satin top part, biting back a teared smile.

“It’s…it’s beautiful.” he mumbles, feeling his heart beat faster. His heart is thudding so loudly in it’s cage, and you’re the reason.

“You’re beautiful,” Haechan says, and he shuts his mouth quick enough.

“I-I mean, the d-dress is beautiful, you look beautiful in it,” he tries to correct it himself. Giggling quietly, you turn again to look in the mirror.

The dress is really perfect. It’s fluffy, it’s not too heavy, nor is it inconveniently big. It’s just right.

God, you want to cry. Haechan had this made for you because he wanted the wedding to be more than just an agreement for you.

He can’t take his eyes off you, you look so pure and pretty and gorgeous in that dress.

“I want this,” you smile, tears blurring your vision. Haechan’s face brightens up almost immediately, and he does this little hand signal that you don’t slip past.

Goddamn, he couldn’t wait for the wedding. ——————————————————————————————

Haechan was practically shaking in the suit. He was standing on the podium, waiting for you to come out. He’s never been this nervous in his entire life; hell, he’s a damn business man.

“She’ll come out any minute now,” someone whispers, and his heart is now beating harder.

Fucking hell, just get this over with.

The light shines on you, and he audibly gasps. You look so, so, so beautiful, so stunning, holding your father’s hand. There’s a pretty white flower crown at the top of your head.

Everything about you is so pretty, so pure.

“Take care of my daughter,” your father gives him your hand, and he takes it delicately.

“Yes, father. I promise to take care of her through everything,” Haechan smiles, and he looks at you. He’s afraid he’s going to forget the whole world if he looks for too long.

You walk up and stand on the podium in front of him, hand in hand with him. Has his hands always been so warm?

The vows go by so fast, with just each other in their eyes, nothing else really matters. Haechan looks gorgeous, better than the man in your dreams. He was tucked perfectly in a black tux, his waist coat extenuating his figure.

“You may now kiss the bride,” is all you hear from the pastor. You stare at Haechan, blinking rapidly, and he stares back in the same.

“You may now kiss the bride.” the pastor repeats, louder. Haechan gets startled a bit, and then he starts leaning forward.

He’s kissed a lot of people before, why was he so nervous with you?

His lips capture yours in a soft kiss, and he swears he almost passed out. Why were you so soft and delicate?

He’s experienced, you can tell. You automatically lean in a bit, and his lips are soft, so soft you could get lost in them.

You pull away after a second or two, and you’re both a blushing mess. Haechan’s cheeks are burning hot, and you think about how the heat on your cheeks could probably show through the makeup.

The crowd claps and you both smile, walking down the aisle. Your hand is in his as you cling to him, walking by his side.

“God, this is so nerve-wrecking,” Haechan mumbles, and you almost laugh on camera. Your hand squeezes softly on his bicep in agreement, and he smiles a little wider.

“I can’t wait to go home.” you sigh. ——————————————————————————————

“Thank you so much for the generous gifts, Mrs. Kim. We appreciate it, really,” you smile at the middle aged lady, who smiles back graciously.

“I can’t believe how much you’ve grown, I still remember you playing in our garden with Jungwoo like it was yesterday.” she looks over you so emotionally. You giggle a little, nodding.

“I hope I can see little versions of you running around in the same garden someday,” she smiles, and your eyes widen. Haechan, who’s standing beside you, laughs a little at your reaction. His hand wraps around your waist and he pulls you in, smiling.

“Sure, expect it soon, Mrs. Kim,” he bows and the lady laughs a little, saying her goodbyes before leaving.

“What the hell was that?” you punch Haechan in the arm, a little pissed. He winces as he rubs his arm, laughing.

“What?”

“I don’t want kids, not until I’m ready.” you say.

“Nobody’s forcing you, you don’t have to think about it until you’re ready. I don’t want kids until you want them either,” he rubs your shoulder calmingly, and you sigh.

“I just got worked up, this wedding’s been stressing me out, I’m sorry,” you mumble, leaning back onto his shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it. Also, didn’t we agree to keep it to just friends? You don’t have to worry, I won’t pull anything,” Haechan chuckles, wrapping his arm around you.

Unless you want me to.

“Can we go home? I’m tired,” you pout, and it takes all of Haechan’s self control to not kiss your little pout.

“Sit down, I’ll go talk to mother,” he helps you sit down on a chair, smiles at you. He makes sure you’re comfortable before telling you he’s going to go find your mothers.

You observe your own wedding party. There’s nothing too big, but what you see is well done. It’s perfect, and you’re glad they called in wedding planners to execute this.

“Y/n!” you hear a voice. You turn your head and find someone you thought you’d never see again.

“Taeyong!” you exclaim, standing up and opening your arms. He scoops you into his arms, lifting you off the ground a little.

“I haven’t seen you in such a long time,” you squeeze his arms, smiling.

“God, tell me about it. I was so surprised when I heard you were getting married.” he says, giggling. His laugh always had a nice ring to it.

Lee Taeyong was your highschool bestfriend, and your ex boyfriend. You had dated for about five to six months before he broke it off for the reason of losing feelings. But then, when he saw you still had feelings, he came back, and you dated for another month before you broke it off. The relationship zig zagged another time before you both decided it was the best to call it off and just remain as best friends.

You confessed to him, and he had said he liked you back. He was your first kiss, your first love, your first everything.

First everything except sex. You weren’t ready back then, and you never really got to the part where your virginity gets taken, so you’re still a virgin. As shitty as that is.

“You look beautiful,” he compliments, and you blush softly. He still has that effect on you.

“Well, you don’t look bad yourself, how are you?” you ask as you sit back down, your heels hurting the back on your feet. You’ve walked quite a bit today.

“Moved back here. New York got a little boring without you,” he smiles, and you laugh.

“You moved here? Why?”

“I’m starting a new branch of my law firm here, one of the big reasons I moved back,” you nod, and you see Haechan running to you from the corner of your eyes.

“Hyung, I didn’t think I’d see you here,” Haechan gives him a bro hug. They know each other?

“Wait, you two know each other?” you’re confused.

“He’s my first cousin,” Haechan says, his arm hanging around Taeyong’s shoulder.

Cousins?????

“First cousin? I had no idea,” you laugh, surprised.

“Let me ask, how do you guys know each other?” Haechan looks between you and Taeyong. He removes his arm from around his shoulder, and moves closer to stand tall next to you.

Taeyong sighs, and you’re just a little nervous.

“We- we were high school best friends.” you answer, signalling Taeyong to shut up with your eyes. Haechan nods, a little suspicious.

“That’s it?” he asks tentatively.

“Y-yeah pretty much.” you force a smile, and Taeyong nods awkwardly. It’s just a moment of really thick awkward silence that anyone would be able to sense from a mile away.

“I- I have to get back to my mother, do you mind if I–” he motions back to his mother, who’s not even looking at him.

“Yeah, no, we were about to leave anyway. It’s almost all winded up, we’ll leave,” you say, urging him on. He leaves and you look back at Haechan, who looks a little pissed.

“Let’s go.” Haechan holds onto your waist protectively, dragging you away from the spot into his car.

He gets you into your car and makes sure your dress sits well before getting in the car himself. He leans his head back onto the seat, his hips pushed up and his tongue poking his cheeks.

He looks unrealistically hot.

“What was that?” he asks, and you stare at him.

“W-what?”

“You and Taeyong, what was that? Is there anything you aren’t telling me?” he looks at you, and his voice is gentle, unlike a few moments ago.

You sigh, biting your inner cheeks before speaking.

“We- we dated, for about a few months. It went on and off for a year before we finally called it off and decided to just be best friends,” you spoke, afraid to look at him.

“You didn’t have to hide that from me. I’m okay with it. We’re going to be living different lives anyway, so might as well tell me your dating history,” he smiles, a weird feeling boiling in him. He was relieved that it was nothing more, but on the other hand, a not so good feeling bubbled in his heart.

I could just rip Taeyong apart.

No, no no no no. What was he thinking? ——————————————————————————————

“Is it bad that I never really took the initiative of visiting our house?” you look out through the car window, fascinated. You were so wrapped up in the work of your company and the wedding preparations, you forgot to visit the house you’d be moving into after the wedding.

“Uh, the thing is, I haven’t visited either, so I don’t know what to expect. Although, dad did say he moved enough of our things here.” he says, turning the engine off. He pulls the key out of the car, and he gets out to help you out.

“I swear to god, the first thing I’m doing is throwing this dress off,” you grumble and Haechan laughs a little.

He puts in the password and the door opens, revealing the most beautiful, yet the most simplest and minimalistic house you’ve ever seen. It’s gorgeous, just beautiful.

“Wow,” Haechan’s the first one to speak.

“I’m actually going to go change out, I’m super uncomfortable,” you mumble, and Haechan nods, helping you find the master bedroom. You do find it, and it’s fucking huge. Bigger than your bedroom ever was growing up.

You see the two suitcases sitting in the corner, and you immediately identify one as yours.

“Found mine,” you smile.

“I’ll move into another room, you can stay here,” Haechan takes his suitcase, but you’re not sure you want such a big room all to yourself.

“No, no, I’ll move, you stay here,” you say, and Haechan stares at you.

“No, I’m moving,”

“No, no, I don’t want such a big room all to myself,” you say, but Haechan’s already out the door.

“I’m just a room over, don’t fret over it,” he says, and his voice echoes in the living room.

You sigh, thinking how stubborn he really was. He wouldn’t even give you a chance to argue about it.

You try to get out of your dress, but find it almost impossible. Goddamit, do they really have to secure the zipper like that?

The only person in the house who could help you was Haechan, who was a room away. You groan, opening your door and making your way over to his room.

“Hyuck,” you open the door, and it startles him. Dammit, you forgot to knock. Next time.

You lift your eyes and you find him in the middle of the room with no shirt on, staring back at you with a t-shirt in his hands.

“You seem to like staring,” he switches the t-shirt from one hand to the next, and you realise you were staring.

“No, no I don’t,” you turn around, your hand still on the door knob. You blush deeply, and your heart rate raises as the image of his body gets imprinted in your mind. God, he looked so good.

“I’m done, what’d you need?” he asks you with a shitty grin, and you turn around to face him.

“Can’t get the damn zipper open, for fucks sake.” you mumble, and you notice how he’s staring intently at your face. You assume he’s staring at your heated up face.

“I’ll help you out of it, do you want me to turn up the air con?” you look up to glare at him, and he just laughs. He’s so annoying yet so attractive and loveable.

“Just shut up and help me out of it,” you turn your back to him, and he giggles before coming closer.

You feel him push off a pin or two, and then he slides down the zipper. Slowly, so slowly, he slides it down. Your breath hitches and something pools in the pit of your stomach as his fingers brush your bare back, your fingers squeezing into a fist.

He sighs shakily as he stares at your back, just how smooth and soft it looks. He wants to run his hand over your back, tell you how pretty you are as he presses his lips against yours.

What? God, no. I don’t have feelings, it’s just sexual attraction, happens to the most of us.

Haechan rips his hands away from you, and you make a run for it, thanking him. You’re so embarrassed and worked up, you can’t understand what you’re feeling right now. ——————————————————————————————

“Good morning,” Haechan greets you as you walk out of your room in pyjamas, sleep drunk.

Haechan’s on the couch, a bowl of ramen in his hands. What time is it?

“Morning,” you greet, and Haechan’s heart weirdly flutters. “What time is it?” you ask.

“It’s past 12. Looks like you slept well,” he comments, staring at your hair. You try to tame your wild hair with a laugh, joining him on the couch.

“Seen my phone?” you ask, and he hands it to you. “Someone brought it in today, you left it at the reception, dummy,” he smiles, and you wince at your stupidity.

“I remember leaving it on the counter and never taking it. Thank you,” you opened your phone with your fingerprint, leaning back onto the couch. You see so many calls, it worries you for a second before you realise all of it was your mom. You call back, putting the phone on speaker as you close your eyes, trying to come to your senses.

“Are you finally awake from the dead?” your mom asks, and Haechan chokes on his ramen. He laughs quietly, enjoying your annoyance.

“A hello would have been nice. Donghyuck heard that, you know,” you say and she laughs.

“He’s going to live with you, might as well. Poor kid,” she pities and Haechan can’t stop laughing. You punch his arm, and he winces, still laughing.

“Anyway, are you twp at home?” she asks, you can hear jungwoo shouting on his playstation on the other side. Your mom screams for him to quiet down, and he does. Haechan and you get a giggle out of it.

“Yeah, dad asked us to take off from the company for a few days,” you answer.

“Well great, cause we’ll be over in 30. See you then, miss you sweetheart,” your mom hangs up. You sit there on the couch, alarmed, and Haechan pauses mid bite.

“Did she say thirty minutes?” Haechan spits out his ramen.

“Get up, we need to move your things into my room, we need to put on something more decent, and you need to wash the dishes,” you sound extremely alarmed, getting up and running for your room.

“Where- where do I put the suitcase?”

“Just leave it open in the room, make it seem natural,” you yell from the bathroom, washing your face aggressively. You slip on a pretty yellow dress and let down your hair in a hurry, brushing it out.

You run out of the bathroom, asking Haechan to go change and telling him that you’ll do the rest of the dishes. You’re putting away the last plate as Haechan rushes out the door with the sound of the door bell.

“You open it,” you urge him towards the door. He groans, but he opens the door with the biggest smile.

“Mom, mother, hi,” Haechan greets them, giving them both a hug.

“Mom!” you exclaim, running into her arms. She laughs as she hugs you, her arms so warm. You’d only seen her yesterday, but you missed her.

“Hi mother,” you greet her with a gentle hug, completely unlike the one you gave your mom.

“How are you guys getting along?” they ask as they sit down on the couch. You and Haechan smile, and Haechan links his hands with yours, squeezing gently.

“It’s great, mom. I couldn’t ask for someone better,” Haechan makes eye contact with you, and you really see sincere love in there. So instead of hiding your little infatuation, you unwrap it too.

“He’s perfect,” you say, smiling. Haechan’s mother and yours look pleased as you share the longest eye contact since engagement.

“So, are you guys sharing a room or something?” Your mom’s question breaks both of you out of your trance.

Haechan stares at your mom, blank.

“Uh, y-yeah, but, uh, we- we haven’t exactly got to the other part yet,” you answer, knowing exactly what your mother was asking. She was implementing if you had consummated the marriage yet, and in truth, you aren’t even really together.

“Oh, I see. Can we see your room?” you and Haechan share certain looks, and then nod. You lead them to your room, Haechan following behind.

You open the door, praying that everything looks fine. Everything does look fine, but you notice a bra at the corner of the room that you forgot to hide. Fuck.

“We- we haven’t cleaned up,” you laugh nervously, and your mothers nod, walking out the room. Your mother pulls you aside and whispers, “maybe hide the evidence before lying to me,” with a smile.

“Huh?” Then it clicks, she saw the bra. Goddammit. You decide you’d just play along.

“We just stopped by, we have to leave soon.” his mother says, and you nod, smiling.

“You know what, we’ll leave now. Thank you for letting us in,” your mother drags his mother outside. You both wave bye happily, glad to be finally out of their eyes.

“Mom saw my bra and thought we had sex,” you say, sighing exasperated. He sighs, finally letting all the stress out.

“This was a mess. Do you just wanna watch netflix and chill?” Haechan speaks, throwing himself onto the couch.

“Yeah,”

You got nothing done that day, but you finished the show Locke and Key. oh well. ——————————————————————————————

You had to go back to work the following week, but right now, you were sprawled out on the couch, Haechan sitting by your feet. You’re watching Brooklyn nine-nine, laughing as Jake Peralta cracks another stupid joke, Haechan’s little laugh echoing.

You’re tired after a long day, and you’re actively looking forward to the weekend like Haechan. It’s past 11, and almost 12. You can’t wait to sleep in tomorrow.

You’re positive you look like shit, and Haechan looked just fine, although a little messy. He looked adorable, his hair messy from bed, a hoodie pulled over his head.

Your phone rings and you groan, staring at it sitting on the single couch opposite from you. Who’s calling this late?

Haechan laughs as he hears you, and reaches out to pick your phone up. He glances at the screen and frowns, handing it to you.

“It’s your secretary.” he says, pausing the show.

“Sorry, I’ll just take this,” you say, and you press the phone to your ear.

“Hello, this-”

“Madame, we have an emergency,” your secretary gasps, shuffling sounds of paper on the other side. You sit up, worried.

“Yes?”

“Our designs have been stolen by the Na’s. They just published their teaser with our designs on it, they’ve stolen our designs,”

“What? I’m on my way, call an emergency meeting with the marketing, the design team, and the legal department,” you almost jump off your couch, heading for your room.

“What happened?” Haechan gets up and follows you, and you spare him a glance. He looks worried.

“The Na’s stole our design. I swear to god, I’ll murder Jaemin with my own hands someday,” you growl, anger consuming your headspace.

“I’m close with Jaemin,” Haechan blurts and you stop in your tracks of picking an outfit.

“Why didn’t I see him at our wedding?”

“He didn’t attend. Said he had documents to process, or something,” Haechan recalls that phone call with his friend.

“He was at the fucking company while I was busy,” you mumble, quickly pulling on a shirt and jeans to rush out of the house.

“Should I come?” he asks, unsure of letting you drive out in the night when it’s this late.

“No, I’ll be fine,” you rush out, but then turn around.

“You don’t mind me sueing that piece of garbage, do you?” you ask, to which Haechan shrugs.

“I knew he was a bad influence, so no, not really. Although, I suggest you should rush there,” he says, and you nod, almost closing the door when you hear Haechan call your name again.

“Y/n! Your keys, you forgot them,” he says, and tosses them into the air for you to catch. You catch them, and wave a quick bye to Haechan who then stands in the middle of the room, frowning.

Fuck you, Jaemin. We were actually spending some time together.

Haechan looks up, his middle finger raised as he stomps back to the T.V, hoping some episodes of Brooklyn nine-nine would cheer him up.

Man, you loved Charles, now he can’t watch it without thinking of you. ——————————————————————————————

After a five hour discussion, you had given everyone a break, and took one for yourself. It was currently somewhere around four in the morning, and you were thinking of calling Haechan. But you’d probably disturb him by it, so maybe you can call after an hour or two.

You go back into the meeting room, and sort some things out. You give everyone the permission to go home and have some rest, and return by four in the evening, cause no company works their employees overnight. God, you felt bad for all of them. Most of them were in their pyjamas.

You’d decided to sue the Na’s, and cancel the coming runway because you really had no other designs that you put your time and work and life into. You’d had so many different things planned for this launch, and all that hard work and pain was in vain.

You are slouched over your table almost in tears when Haechan calls, and you check the time.

8:58 AM, saturday

You pick up the call and stay silent, trying not to cry.

“How did everything go? Are you okay- you know what, I’ll send someone to pick you up, stay right there, sweetheart,” he picks the clues up from your silence so easily, you can’t tell if you love him or hate him.

Thirty minutes pass, and now you’re at your front door, hands on the bell. You ring it, and within seconds, a worried Haechan appears at the door. He guides you in by your hands, and stares at your drained face.

You can’t look at him, because you’re afraid if you do, you’ll burst into tears.

“Are you okay? How is everything?” he asks, and you almost crumble into pieces. This has never happened to you before, you really thought you were emotionally strong.

“Can I get a hug?” is all you manage to say as you look up at him with watery eyes. His heart breaks at the sight and he softly engulfs you in a much needed hug, his hands wrapped around your waist. He rests his chin on your shoulder, and he holds you close, just right.

You break into a pool of tears in his grasp, and Haechan sucks in a tight breath when he hears your sobbing. He slowly lulls you into your room, and sits you on the messy bed. He doesn’t pull away, he just waits for you to let go. When you realise he might be uncomfortable, you let go and he pulls away gently, like he’s afraid of hurting you.

“Do you want me to leave?” he asks softly.

“No, stay please,” you whisper, patting the place next to you. He sits down, and you take a moment before you speak.

“I had so many things planned for this runway launch, and now it’s all Jaemin’s.” you sniffle, and he rubs your back softly.

“Tell me everything,”

“I’ve decided to sue him, and I’ll cancel this launch,” you mumble, your voice breaking.

“Cancel it? You know how big of a loss that would be?” he asks.

“I know, but what else do I do? That motherfucker has it all now,” tears fill your eyes again.

“Do you know who leaked it?” he asks. That one question opens a possibility that you didn’t have time to consider in the middle of all this madness.

“I didn’t have time to think about that,” you whisper, the gears in your head working.

“Leave it to me. I’ll send my lawyer to you, and we’ll handle this like professionals.” he smiles as he pats your back, and you see a glimpse of hope in his eyes. That makes you want to hope everything will turn out fine.

“Also, don’t cancel the show.” he says, and you turn to look at him.

“You still have two months. You have about two weeks to pull other designs. Can you make it work?”

“It’s not that easy to pull designs together, Haechan,” you protest, and he nods.

“I know, but I need you to try. Or, instead of launching clothes, we can launch something else. That could expand your boundaries.” he’s a good businessman. You try to think straight through all your tears, and the first option sounds a lot better. You’re not ready to expand your boundaries yet, there's still work to be done.

“I’ll try to pull together some designs,” you wipe your tears, and Haechan sighs happily. He sounds content with your answer.

“That’s the spirit. When there's a will–”

“There’s a way.” you finish, staring at him with a big smile. His face looks like he approves of it, and he pulls his phone out of his pants.

“I have to make a few calls,” he says, and you nod. He kneels down in front of you, holds your face, and looks you in the eyes. Your face burns red, his lips distracting you.

“You can do this, okay? I believe in you, and I’m proud of you. You’re doing really well, I know you are. You’re trying your best, and things don’t always go your way because this is life. When life throws lemons at you…” he urges you to continue.

“You make lemonade. What are you, a damn pinterest board?” you laugh, eyes teary. He laughs loudly and the sound is so pure, it makes your heart a little lighter.

“I’ve got to make a few calls, I’m right outside the door if you need anything, hmm?” his hands leave your cheeks, and you frown, feeling the warmth leave you. You wanted him to stay longer.

“Also, I’ve left your Ipad on the couch. It’s fully charged,” he shouts from the living, his voice distant. You smile a little. He's taking care of you so well, you don’t deserve him.

You’re going to try drawing something meanwhile, although you’re unsure of what. ——————————————————————————————

You designed a thing or two before sleep overtook you, and you took a break to have a nap. Haechan walks into the room to tell you how his lawyer is on her way to dig up dirt on Na Jaemin, but his heart stops when he finds you asleep. You look so cute, curled into a little ball on the bed, the blanket wrapped around you.

Haechan looks around the room, and he finds your Ipad left unlocked. He peeks onto the screen, and he audibly gasps.

You’d only done two designs, but they were gorgeous and eye-catching. He looks back at your small figure wrapped tightly in a blanket with a new realisation at how talented you are, and it shakes him.

He can’t deny, he is lucky to have you as his wife instead of the people his dad had considered, like Jia from the Kwon family. She was a good match, but she wasn’t as strong or independent as you are. He doesn’t think about anything when you’re around, and that makes him stress free. You’re his only escape from the cruel world.

He stares at you for a few seconds before turning off the bed lamp, tucking you in a little more with a smile. He’s hesitant, but he places a soft kiss on your cheekbone before getting up to leave, his heart serene in his chest.

He knows it’s wrong. It’s so wrong to even touch you with a different intention than friends. He’s convinced himself he doesn’t have feelings for you, so why does he keep wanting you? Why does he keep desiring you all for himself? Why does he feel the need to protect you from the cruel, cruel world and kiss you to sleep every night?

Maybe he’ll never know. ——————————————————————————————

“We’re not cancelling the runway. I’ll pull through with some designs since we have two more months, get all of our best designers on the job. I want a full briefing of at least twenty five designs by next friday.” you speak into the phone.

“What about the lawsuit against the Na’s?” you can hear her gulp.

“I’ve confirmed an appointment with the legal department, another lawyer will be joining the team.” your secretary hums, writing something down.

“I’ll call you later,” you cut the call, stretching yourself in the chair of your desk. You’ve just woken up from your three hour long nap, a little refreshed. Haechan brought you some coffee and some food, and you ate with him.

But you were currently experiencing a bad case of art block. Your head is pounding, and you’re frustrated. You want to scream and cry.

A knock sounds on the door, and Haechan peeks his head in.

“Hey, how’s it going?” he asks, his eyes skimming over your messy desk. “Bad. I have an art block, I can’t think,” you mumble.

“Do you want me to sit here?” he comes in through the door, closing it behind him.

“Yes please,”

He sits down on the spare chair in the room, watching you.

“Did you ask someone to investigate?” he asks, and you nod.

“I’ve reported it. They said it'll take a week or two to process,” you smack your head into your hands, feeling the tears build from frustration.

“Have you tried saying that it was a high profile case?”

“No,” you answer. He pulls his phone out and makes a quick call, and within a minute, he’s hung up.

“I’ve reduced it to a few days. They said they’ll start on the investigation right away,” you’re unbelievably thankful for Haechan, because if it wasn’t for him, you don’t know what you’d have done.

“Haechan, I- I just really can’t thank you enough for everything you do for me. I don’t know how to repay this,” your voice breaks slightly.

You’ve always been so careful about letting people know about your work because you don’t trust anyone. Your dad once said that in business, if one thing tips over, everything tips over. The scale loses its balance, and that’s what’s just happened to you. You’ve been so stable all this while and then suddenly the scale tips, you’re not sure what to do. If you had decided to cancel the project, you might have never recovered from the blow of it.

Thank god for Haechan.

“You don’t have to repay me. I do this as your husband. Husbands and wives help each other, don’t they?” he smiles, and your heart lightens a bit. God, he’s got the prettiest smile you’ve ever seen.

“What even are we? We’re supposed to be husband and wife but we don’t love each other. I can’t say we’re best friends either cause we’re married. What is our relationship?” you don’t mean to say that. It’s probably all the stress that’s been growing on you since last night.

“You know…” Haechan begins, pulling his chair closer to you.

“Some relationships don’t need a label,” he says. You notice for the first time that day how deep his eyes are, and how pretty they are. He makes you want to paint him. He makes you want to make impulse decisions in life, because you feel like there’s someone that’ll protect you from those decisions.

You stare at each other, just admiring his eyes, his nose, his lips. His lips look so soft, so pink, so pretty. God, you could just kiss them.

Haechan begins to lean in softly, his heart thudding against his chest. You’re so pretty in the dim light like this, your lips look so soft to him.

The moment he starts leaning in, you’re stuck in panic. No, no no no no.

You panic and pull back, breathing heavily as you stare at Haechan. He pauses, and then he pulls back. He blushes in embarrassment, looking away.

“I-I’m sorry, I have to get back to work.” you turn around back to your ipad, your heart beating wildly in your chest.

“Yeah, no, it’s okay. I was just- I’m- I’m gonna go now, I’ve got some work,” Haechan gets up, but you hold onto his wrist.

“Please stay,” you mumble meekly. He stares at you for a minute longer before sighing loudly, sitting back down.

God, what was with you? You pull from him and then ask him to stay? What about his feelings?

“What do you want me to do?” Haechan asks. You turn your head and stare at him. You don’t know what you want him to do, his presence is just so comforting to be in.

“You know what, I’ll go get my laptop, I’ll work with you. I hope you don’t mind me making some work calls,” he says, and you smile in gratitude.

“No, of course not,” you say, a little embarrassed. Maybe you shouldn’t make him stay.

“You can… you know, leave if you want to,” you mumble, and Harchand gives you this stare. You chuckle a little, and that makes him laugh.

“Sorry, I’m just high on stress right now,” you say, and he’s kind enough to nod and smile.

Haechan does go and get his things, and settle down in the corner of your huge desk on your turning office chair. He types so fast, and you can’t help but wonder if his fingers work that fast too.

No, no no no no. Not right now. You’re just stressed.

“Hello?” Haechan leans back in his chair, one of his legs resting on top of the other.

Fuck, he looks so fucking hot and powerful. He could just fuck you that good.

He says something into the phone and he looks so in control and sounds so in charge, it sparks something inside you. You need to calm yourself down.

“Are you good?” Haechan is staring at how you’re staring at him. You shake off from your thoughts, and stare at him.

“Huh?”

“Are you good?” he repeats, and you nod.

“Yeah, yeah I’m good. I- I was just thinking.” you say, turning to your Ipad with a new intent. He really did give you an idea. ——————————————————————————————

You turn up at your office looking like you didn’t get any sleep and that was because you didn’t. Haechan slept on your bed, and you slept on your desk for about thirty minutes.

“Madame,” your secretary sighs as she sees you. You force a smile, nodding.

“You look rough. Would you like to take a few minutes to rest?” she asks, smiling gently.

“Could I? I don’t think-”

“I’ll tell everyone that you’re in a meeting, don’t worry,” she smiles, and she's out the door. You’re thankful for your secretary, you are. You lean your head back onto your chair, sighing. The day hasn’t even started and it’s already bad.

A minute or two later, just as you’re about to slip to sleep, your phone goes off. You groan and pick up, not bothering to look at the contact.

“Hello, this is Seo Y/n speaking,”

“Hello, Madame. Mr. Lee had called earlier today and asked to submit a report of the investigation to you,” goddammit, you were so close to falling for Haechan, why is he so nice to you.

“Oh, thank you. Can I ask how much progress there is?” you ask, sitting up straight.

“We have found the culprit, and got an arrest warrant for her. If you could please visit the station, we could arrange a meeting between you and her,”

Her? Your eyes shoot open in surprise, and you’re already grabbing your jacket.

“Yes, sure. Does Mr. Lee know about this?”

“Yes, he had informed us about five minutes ago that he was on his way.” Haechan was already on his way, you needed to be there too.

“I’ll be there in a few,” you cut the call, heading for the door. Your secretary looks surprised as she sees you with your keys.

“They found the culprit. I’ll be back in an hour or two.” you mumble quickly and she nods.

In a few minutes, you’re at the station. You see Haechan’s car parked outside as you rush in, expecting someone to greet you.

“Morning Madame, I assume you’re in a rush, she’s in the interrogation room.” a detective greets you. You smile and nod, eyes searching for Haechan around the room. When Haechan walks out of the interrogation room, you’re surprised.

“I didn’t think I’d see you here,” you lie. You’re not sure why you lied but you did.

“They called, so I just popped in to see what was going on. You should see her for yourself…” he sounds a little grim as he says that.

You step inside the room, and your eyes can’t believe what they’re seeing. Park Hyejin is on the chair, and she looks sour. What is your maid doing here?

“Hyejin?” you furrow your eyebrows, and you don’t fail to catch the way her eyes soften.

“Madame,” she whispers, just loud enough for you to hear. You can’t believe it. There’s no way. They must’ve gotten the wrong person.

You step right back out and stare at Haechan, who’s standing with a file in his hand.

“What’s Hyejin doing here?” you demand, and Haechan sighs before he hands you a file. You flip through the file in absolute disbelief as CCTV photos of Hyejin taking pictures of your designs on her phone are spread through the pages. The printed screenshots of her conversation with Jaemin, and how Jaemin paid her in big amounts to do this, the transaction records, and her purchase history are all given, and you can’t believe a thing.

“What…” you mumble, feeling yourself buckle.

“Are you okay?” Haechan asks quietly. You nod, still deep in shock.

“I’m just in shock. She was my friend.” you can’t describe what you’re feeling. You don’t know if you’re angry, you don’t know if you’re sad, or if you’re even surprised. It’s a mix of emotions, and they all feel shitty.

“Maybe you should head in there, talk to her,” Haechan urges you, tipping his head towards the interrogation room.

“Can you come with me?” you ask, your voice awfully quiet. You almost can’t recognise your own voice.

“Yeah,” he says in the most soothing way he can. His hand rests on the small of your back as he guides you into the interrogation room once again.

“Hyejin,” you try to sound tough as you sit down opposite to her. Haechan is sitting by your side, watching her. She looks at you with the softest look, and she turns her head to look at Haechan with much venom. It looks poisonous.

“Why did you do this?” you ask, and your voice shakes a little. You take a deep breath, and try to channel your quiet inner anger.

“Why did you do this?” this time, your voice sounds strong and vengeful. Betrayed.

“Madame I-” she stops herself as tears fill her eyes. She tucks her lips between her teeth in an attempt to stop herself from crying, but it doesn’t seem to work. You feel nothing for this girl, not anymore. She almost toppled all of your company for a reason she hasn’t told you yet, and you have every right to not feel anything.

“I asked a fucking question.” you spit, anger seething out of you. Haechan grips your wrist gently, and you seem to calm down a little. Much enough to not shout.

“I-I wa-” she stutters and you’re losing your patience. You know Haechan can sense it and even his grip isn’t doing anything for you.

“Spit it out,” your hand bangs down on the table, startling everyone who was in the room. Startling her so much to the point of spitting the truth out.

“I WAS IN LOVE WITH YOU,” she says, and you stare. Did you hear that wrong? You probably did.

“What?”

“I said I was in love with you. I was so in love with you and I still am. I didn’t like it when I saw you getting married to him—” she glares at Haechan for a moment and he looks confused “I didn’t like it when I saw him leave a kiss on your cheek, I hated that so much.”

You’re so surprised that you almost choke. Are you really that pretty enough to pull the guys and the gays? You glance at Haechan, and he looks equally surprised, maybe more.

“I hated it when you had to get married and move away, and that I couldn’t come along. I couldn’t see you more often, and I hated that. I was so angry and sad, I contacted Jaemin. Got him in the first try. I waited till you had moved before safely taking pictures of your designs and sending them to him. I admit the crime. I deserve to rot in jail for doing this but—” she looks up at you, dried eyes filling up again.

“I really did love you. I want you to know that I made such a stupid descision because I loved you too much, and I’m sorry for doing this.” she finishes, and you need to take a few moments to process everything you’ve heard.

So to sum it up, your maid is in love with you, and because she’s mad, she sold you out to your rivals and then when she gets caught, she apologises.

Okay.

You breathe out, getting ready to speak.

“Unfortunately, I hope you know that I can’t reciprocate your love since I’m married. I have a husband who I—” you glance at Haechan with a smile “whom I love.”

You smile wide as you hold eye contact, and Haechan’s breath gets stuck in his throat. Was this you confessing? He wants to kiss you so bad, but there are cameras and eyes watching.

You catch her jaw flexing angrily and you can only smile wider.

“And yes, you do deserve to rot in jail, don’t think I’d go easy on you because you were in love with me and because I considered you my friend instead of a maid. How could you even–” you scoff, your anger barely containing itself.

“Anyway, I’m going to hope you get bail and file a case. You brought this upon yourself, too bad I can’t help you.” you stand from your seat, glaring at her down. You leave before you say something else, anything else that might make you overthink.

You rip the car door open and settle yourself in the passenger's seat, sighing. The car door opens again and Haechan settles into the driver's seat with a huge smile.

“Are you okay?” he tries to sound calm, but you can hear the excitement, or happiness seeping through.

“Yeah, what’s up with you?” you ask, although you know.

“Nothing really,” he mumbles.

“No, there’s something,” you tease, and he takes a deep breath before turning to you.

“Did you mean it?” he asks, and you almost pass out from the tension of the question.

“I- uh- I-I don’t know…I’m not sure why I said that, but I’m not sure about my feelings either.” you say quietly, and instead of frowning, Haechan sounds happy when he speaks.

What you said was true. Haechan had been too nice to you, and even if all this was a lie, you’d love for nothing more than to keep having him by your side.

“Oh, I panicked and thought you had no feelings for me whatsoever. Give me a month or two, and watch yourself fall for me,” he smiles so wide, he looks so gorgeous. The sun is so strong as it shines through the window on Haechan’s side, but it didn’t bother him. He pulls the gear and the car roars to life before it pulls out of the parking lot.

He sounded confident. And you loved it. Hell, you’d love nothing more than to keep seeing him happy.

Maybe I’d already fallen for him. I know he’s not going anywhere, he’ll always be mine.

She’ll be mine. She was mine all along, and I will make sure it stays that way. ——————————————————————————————---------

You woke up the next morning in your bed, well rested. That was rare because after the incident, sleep wasn’t even an option.

Why were you in your bed though? You remember accidentally falling asleep on the couch. It didn’t take you long to figure out Haechan probably put you to bed. Your mind tries to remember something else, and you remember a soft forehead kiss and a few head pats and him tucking you in. Your heart flutters, and you try to find yourself reasonable.

You get up from bed, ready to head to the office, and as usual, the house is quiet. You don’t run into Haechan in the mornings because he leaves before you even wake up. You don’t have to turn up at the company till nine, but Haechan has to be there by eight. It isn’t his company yet, his dad is still watching him.

You walk into the kitchen to make something to eat before you change and leave, and you aren’t fully awake yet. You open your eyes to the smell of something cooking, and it’s something sweet.

Haechan is standing by the stove, shirtless, his airpods plugged in. You can’t help but stare at his back, your lips tucking in on themselves automatically. His back muscles are defined, his arms are an eye candy, and the rest of his body is uncommentable. His grey sweats are loose around his waist, and you end up wondering what it looks like below his waist. You don’t even realise he’s turned around as you stare him down unconsciously.

“Do you really like staring at me that much?” he leans onto the island with one arm supporting all of his weight. You blush furiously as you turn around, heart unsettled.

“Why are you half naked in the kitchen? Go put something on, I live here too,” you shout, and he doesn’t seem to be bothered.

“I don’t want to put anything on. From the looks of it, you don’t really want me to either, do you?” he flips something in the pan but you can’t see since your back is facing him.

“N-no, put something on,”

Dammit, why did you stutter?

“No,” he simply answers, and you realise how stubborn he is.

“Do you want breakfast?” he asks, and you turn around hesitantly.

“Yeah,” you mumble, settling down on the seat at the island without a thought. You don’t look at him at all. Maybe you did steal glances.

“I made pancakes,” he places a plate down before you, and you look up at him. He smiles at you softly and you smile back, just looking at him. It’s just a little moment between you two before you decide to speak.

“Shouldn’t you be at the office?” you ask, reaching for the maple syrup. He even bought a new bottle of maple syrup.

“I took a half day, you’ve been working so hard I wanted to cook for you,” he leans forward on the counter, and the bottle almost tips out of your hand.

“Careful, sweetheart.” He takes the bottle out of your hand, and pours the syrup on the pancakes, placing the bottle down after. Your cheeks heat up, and you look down at your plate, cutting out a little piece of the stack of pancakes.

“Is this you trying to make me fall for you?” you ask, and Haechan stiffens. He sighs and then he says, “No, this is me cooking for you as your friend who cares about you. You haven’t slept well in days, you don’t eat well, and you’re starting to lose weight. Don’t think I don’t notice all of that,”

“I don’t care if you fall for me or not, as long as I get to love you either way. I just need you to take care of yourself, okay?” he looks into your eyes, a gentle smile on his face.

Fuck, he doesn’t even have to try to get into your head.

“You’ll be late, you should go. If I come back to the room and see food on the plate, I will light you on fire,” he threatens as he walks out of the room, leaving a smiley you behind.

As if. He loves me. ——————————————————————————————

The runway is close, and you have never been more content with your work in your life. You have enough designs ready, a few others unfinished but worthy enough to be released next time, and a few other substitutes. It’s all perfect, and almost all of it is your designs.

Haechan helped your creative process quite a lot, just being there and providing comfort for you. He even searched up some places you two could visit to trigger your inspiration, and it helped quite a lot. Although you have to say, your favourite dress in all of your collection would be the one you designed the night Haechan tried to kiss you. You were inspired by him to design that, and to say, it was a staff favourite.

“Madame, the runway is tomorrow, are you nervous?” your secretary seems excited and nervous, but more collected than you currently are.

“I am confident in our work, but I can’t help but feel nervous. God, this is nerve wracking.” you mumble, your fingers constantly playing with the paper weight in your hand.

“Everything is in check, I personally called the venue to check, you don’t have to worry. The preparations will be done almost four hours before the show, so you really don’t have to worry,” your secretary attempts to comfort you. You nod with a nervous smile, a large sigh following.

“You realise you’re working overtime, right Madame? It’s past seven, you should go home and get some rest,” she says, pity in her voice. You sigh, getting up from your chair.

“I’ll go home before Donghyuck gets mad at me for working overtime. You should too, you don’t have to stick around, it’s late,” you smile, and she nods.

“It’ll be hard to catch a ride at this hour, but I’ll just ask someone for a lift, thank you Madame,” she bows.

“How about I give you a ride?” you ask, and her eyes light in surprise.

“Oh, uh, Madame, that’s not necessary, please.” she smiles nervously.

“No, no, I insist. You’ve done so much for us, stayed over in overtime for so many hours. What kind of a CEO am I if I can’t give you a ride?” you smile and she smiles back gratefully.

“I’ll wait for you, be quick,” you walk out of the office. ——————————————————————————————

“Where the hell were you?” Haechan answers the door as you walk in with a sheepish grin. You hang your coat on the coat hanger, and turn to him.

“I didn’t realise I worked overtime, forgive me please,” you pout, giving your best puppy eyes. He folds almost instantly, but he tries to stay angry.

“Y-you could’ve called, o-or something,” his eyes avoid you. You smile in victory, opening your arms for a hug.

“Can I get a hug if you’re not mad?” you stare at him, and he stands there for a second before he groans and scoops you into his arms. His big hand rubs your back and it’s so soothing, you almost fall asleep in his arms.

“You must be so nervous,” he whispers, swaying you in his arms. You hum, your grip just as tight on his waist.

“Do you want to watch a movie with me, sweetheart? Just to get your mind off all of that for a while?” you pull back with a smile, nodding. He leaves a small kiss on your cheek before he pulls away completely.

“Choose the movie, I’ll get the snacks,” he shouts from the living room.

“Be there in a minute, need to change,” you shout back and he shouts a confirmation.

You and Haechan still aren’t a thing. You’re in love with Haechan now, but everytime he brings that up, you panic and deny everything. Everything about him is so perfect, the way he handles you, the way he hugs you, the way he touches you, the way he looks at you, everything. You can’t ever deny your feelings anymore because you’re so in love with him, so in love that you’d willingly burn anyone and anything that’d hurt him.

You walk into the living room in your favourite blue pyjamas, and Haechan is already on the couch, waiting for you. He’s scrolling on his phone, but he switches it off and places it onto the side when he sees you.

“Which movie do you wanna watch?” he asks, passing you your bowl of popcorn. You like your own popcorn most of the time, and little things and observations like this from him is what makes you fall more in love with him.

You take the remote and scroll through a few movies, before settling on a movie. It’s a romance movie, you’ve recalled the name skimming past your eyes when you looked for shows to watch.

You look at Haechan and he looks like he doesn’t mind, so you press play. The movie starts out, and you pull your blanket from the side onto your body. It’s cold outside.

Haechan moves a little closer to you, and you feel the goosebumps on his soft skin. You move your blanket onto his body and he gladly takes it without a word, thanking you quietly.

Haechan spreads his arms across the couch, and you risk moving closer into his arms. You cuddle up against him, curling into a little ball. He breathes in sharply, wrapping his arm around you a second after.

He’s so warm and soft, so comfortable to cuddle up to. Haechan tries to relax against you, and he gets so much dopamine from just your presence. It feels amazing. You’re his drug, his high.

As the movie plays furthur, the tension between the characters thickens. The sexual tension is so high and thick, it makes you heat up. You can feel the air under the blanket become hot, and Haechan being next to you isn’t helping the situation in any way.

Especially when the female character starts touching herself to the thought of her crush. That isn’t a very comfortable scene for you when you’ve done the same with Haechan, but who’s telling him.

Haechan clears his throat, and he’s clearly so disrupted by the scene. You, on the other hand, can feel something pooling in your panties, and you’re not ready to accept that you just got horny to a scene in a movie.

Your hand unconsciously traces up Haechan’s torso, and Haechan is overly aware of it. When they reach his chest, he stops your hand.

“Y-y/n,” he breathes out shakily, staring into your eyes. His fingers are wrapped around your wrist, and you swallow roughly at his rough grip. His eyes look like black pools, so dark and lustful.

“Haechan, I-” you swallow, your gaze switching to his lips and back. You lean in to kiss him, risking all your morals.

Just as your lips touch his, his hand on your chest stops you. You look up with glassy eyes, and he asks, “Do you really want this? Are you sure?”

“I don’t want you to regret it later,” he’s quiet, gentle. You would have panicked and shouted no, and maybe even pushed him away. But you want him, no, you need him.

“I want you,” you whisper, and you hear his breath get stuck in his throat.

“I want you to kiss me, tell me how much you love me. I love you, maybe not as much as you love me, but as much as I can afford to love. Kiss me, please,” you whisper, and so many different emotions rush through him. You can see it.

He waits a moment before he places his lips on yours, his hand sliding by your jawline. He holds you so gently, and you need a minute to figure out you’re kissing him. You engage more in him, and your hand wraps around his neck, pulling him in deeper.

He sighs in happiness as he pulls away slowly, lips still brushing against each other.

“I love you too,” he whispers back with the happiest and the prettiest smile. You giggle gently as tears of relief coat your eyes, and he kisses you once again.

Here he was, in your arms, all yours. You can’t believe it. You kiss back so passionately, and you can’t stop yourself. Your hands roam his body, everywhere on his body, and you moan softly as he tugs on your lips. You climb into his lap, and you can easily feel his hardness on your ass.

Oh my god. You need to tell him before you go any further.

“W-wait,” you mumble, pushing gently at his chest. He pulls away without a word, and he looks worried.

“I-I have to tell you something,” you stutter out, playing with the back of his sweater.

“What's up? Are you regretting saying everything you did?” he asks, and you jump to correct his thoughts.

“No, no no no no, Hyuck please,”

“That’s the first time you’ve ever called me that. I like it,” he smiles, but he looks pained.

“Haechan please, I love you, and no, I don’t regret anything I’ve done in the past minute, please.” you kiss him again, and his hand ends on your cheeks again.

You pull away and instead of dragging it out longer, you spit it out.

“I’m- I’m a virgin.” you spit, and Haechan looks a little shook. He didn’t expect you to be a virgin, not with how beautiful you were. He’d assumed you’d done something with Taeyong too, because you did say he was your first everything.

“I’m your first?” he then asks, to which you nod hesitantly. He smiles as he pulls you closer, his nose bumping with yours.

“Are you sure you want me to be your first?” his hands are wrapped tightly around your waist.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way than to give myself to the man I love,” you smile. He kisses you again, this time, a little more lust, a little more desire. He pulls you closer to his body as he kisses you, devouring your lips.

He’s only imagined this, how it would feel like to have you pressed up against him. He didn’t really think this would actually happen.

“Hold onto me,” he says, and stands up, taking you into his arms as you still kiss. You cling onto him, kissing him repeatedly. God, you can’t have enough of him.

He carries you to your bedroom, placing you down on the bed ever so gently.

“I promise I’ll be gentle with you,” he whispers into the kiss and you nod, tugging at his hoodie. He leans back to peel it off his body, and you can’t help but flush deep red at how beautiful he is. His muscles are not too thick, not to thin either, just perfect. Each dip and each curve of his muscle is defined softly, and he looks gorgeous.

“Let’s not rush it, okay?” he says, and you nod. You lift your arms for him to take off your shirt, and he pauses.

“Are you sure?” he asks one last time, his hand holding onto the first button of your shirt.

“Yes please,” you assure him, and he starts unbuttoning them one by one, holding his breath as each button reveals a different patch of skin. You watch his face in amusement as he brushes his hand against your collarbone, slipping the shirt off your shoulder. So much more skin for him to kiss.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” he mumbles, his hands running along the expanse of your skin. There’s something about him cursing when he sees you, it makes him so much more passionate. And to say, that’s the first time you’ve heard him curse.

He gently places a kiss in the crook of your neck, and your breath catches in your throat. That’s your first neck kiss. God, you’ve waited so long for this.

His kisses trail from your neck to your collarbones and down your chest, to the top of your breasts.

“Haechan,” you gasp softly as he bites a mark onto your skin. “Hmm?” he hums in answer.

Your hands roam his body, and you can tell he’s especially sensitive on his nipples by the way his breath hitches a little when you touch past them. He softly sucks a mark by the top of your breasts, and hell, you want so much more of him.

“More, need more please,” you mumble in a daze. He nods, hands teasing the hook of your bra. “Can I?” he asks, and you hastily mumble out the consent. He pulls back from your skin to watch, and you already look so pretty, gorgeous for him.

Your eyes are glassy, so many pretty marks on your skin, and he needs to take a moment to admire your beauty. “Hyuck…” you whine, getting shy under his intense gaze. He makes out a soft laugh, kissing your forehead.

“Sorry, sorry, I just had to stare at how pretty you looked for me,” he mumbles out and you smile, butterflies in your stomach. He closes the distance between you both again, his hands quickly throwing off your bra. You gasp, suddenly feeling so bare.

“Sssh, you’re okay, I promise,” he softly kisses your lips, distracting you. Once you’re comfortable enough, his kisses start heading south again, all the way down to your breasts this time. He softly sucks on one of your nipples, his hand sliding down between your legs. You moan softly, and he loves it. He loves the sound so much.

“Moan so pretty for me again, baby.” he whispers again, switching his mouth from one nipple to the other. His hand spreads you open, and his fingers quickly find your clit. You moan out loud again, and Haechan loves it so much.

“Don’t hold your moans, love them so much, baby.” the way the nickname falls from his lips has you spiralling deeper into him. There’s so much love and affection in the way he holds you, so carefully like you’ll break if he handles you a little rougher.

His fingers slowly ease at your entrance, watching your face. You tense up and he senses it, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. You’re a little nervous, you haven’t necessarily penetrated yourself a lot, and it’s always so tight when you do. You’re not even sure if you have a G-spot above all.

“Are you nervous?” he gently kisses all over your face, his hands pulling from your pussy. You nod, biting your lips.

“I don’t penetrate myself often,” you blush red, staring at his lips. They look so pretty.

“That’s okay, I’ll be careful, I promise.” he assures you, pecking your lips repeatedly. You trust him, maybe more than what you’re used to.

His fingers slowly push in your hole, and you gasp, feeling a little uncomfortable.

“So fucking wet and tight for me, my princess,” he nestles his middle finger in you, watching you so eagerly.

“Haechan,” you whine, pulling his mouth onto yours. You kissed him roughly, holding onto him so tightly. His fingers push in and out slowly, and you slowly gasp into the kiss. Haechan’s strong urge to hold your cheeks and spit into your mouth isn’t leaving, not when you kiss so messy.

When his fingers curl inside you, you see white. You moan messily into his mouth, and at this point, Haechan is so painfully hard. You were so tight and wet around his fingers, he couldn’t imagine how good it’d feel inside you.

“Faster,” you mumble, tears building in the corner of your eyes as you close in on your orgasm. “Close, close, so close,” you speak mindlessly, clutching onto the sheets.

“That's it, you’re doing so good for me, such a good girl for me,” he mumbles praises as you clench tight around his fingers.

“Haechan,” you whimper, pulling him in for another messy kiss to muffle your moans. His fingers press on your clit and that gets you. You cum hard on his fingers and he rides you through it, a soft smile on his face. Your legs shake lightly, and he soothes you through it.

“You did so well for me, baby. What a good girl,” he kisses you, his hands running over your thighs messily.

You hold his face close and whisper onto his lips, “Want you to fuck me,”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to push-”

“Fuck me, please.” you say. He sounds so nervous. Maybe he’s worried he’ll hurt you.

“Oh baby. Sure you can take me, love? Your tight little hole will be all used up by the time I’m done, princess.” your hole clenches, and you squeeze your thighs together.

“Please?”

He sighs, pinning you down to the bed once again with his lips. He presses you down, kissing you roughly, hungrily. He pulls away and slides down his sweats, and his underwear comes into view. The outline of his cock is huge.

His eyes are on you as he pulls down his underwear, a small gasp falling from your lips. He’s fucking huge. Your guess would be over eight. That’s probably an understatement.

“Like how big I am? Hmm?” he climbs back onto the bed, and you get a closer look at his cock. You don’t think that’s gonna fit inside you.

“You’re so big…” you whisper, and it doesn’t slip past his ears. He chuckles, placing another kiss at the top of your head as the head of his cock rubs against your pussy.

“Spit,” he opens his hand, and you spit onto it. He rubs it in between your pussy just in case you needed extra lubrication to take him in.

“You do touch yourself, don’t you sweetheart?” he asks, and you nod.

“Words, love.”

“Yes, yes I do, and I’ve done it to the thought of you,” you mumble mindlessly, mind too hazy to register what you were saying.

“Really now? You were my good girl all along, weren’t you?” his cock aligns with your hole again as you agree.

“I’m going to push in, love,” he whispers, and you wrap your hands around his neck before nodding. He pushes in, and you feel yourself being split open. He’s so big, and you already feel full before his cock is even half way in.

“Big, so- so big,” you whimper, your hands gripping onto his back.

“Sssh, you can take it puppy, yes you can,” he assures you, continuing to push in. Tears build in the corner of your eyes at the burn, and you whimper.

“Oh princess, you take me so well,” he coos, pressing gentle kisses everywhere. Tears drip from your eyes, and he wipes them away with his thumb, kissing them away.

“Promise it won’t hurt for long,” he assures you, and you hold onto him so tight. You weakly pull him into a kiss, asking him to move. He slowly rocks his hips forward, and you gasp, more tears building in your eyes.

Your cunt takes him so well, so tight and wet and warm. Haechan has to hold back his urge to fuck you stupid, until you’re just a mess that can’t talk, and all for your wellbeing. This is your first time, he needs to take it slow.

“It- it feels good,” you moan, scratching his back. Haechan fastens the pace by a little, and you moan out loud, your moans choppy.

“So good, degrade me, please,” you moan, and each moan, Haechan’s hips pistol a little harder, thrust a little faster.

“You’re a dirty fucking slut, fuck, look at you asking me so despretely,” he fucks you harder, degrading words falling from his lips.

“C-choke me,” you mumble out, and Haechan pauses for a second. You might be more kinky than he thought.

“Gladly,” his hand wraps around your neck, and he thrusts into you again, and you swear you saw stars.

“Fuck, yes, so good,” you cry, inching closer to your orgasm. He fucks you so hard, his hand wrapped around your throat, constant degrading falling from his lips. He praised you so far because he thought you wanted to take it slow, it was your first time. But all in the name of pleasant surprises.

Your back arches off the bed and sweat rolls down Haechan’s forehead from the effort, inching closer to an orgasm himself. Haechan pulls your leg up on his shoulder in a new angle, and you cry out when he touches a certain spot inside you that you didn’t know you had.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum on your cock,” you mumble mindlessly, your leg on Haechan’s shoulder. You almost scream as you clench, cumming hard on his cock. Your body shudders, and your legs shake from effort. It only takes a few more thrusts for Haechan to cum, and he pulls out before he cums. He cums onto your stomach, and you find it so hot.

He falls flat onto you, holding you close like you’ll disappear if he lets go.

“You did so well.” he kisses your forehead. You pant softly, your arms weakly clinging onto him.

“You wanna take a shower?” he asks, and you smile.

“Yes please,” you say, exhaustion dragging in your voice.

“Did I go too hard? Does it hurt anywhere?” he pouts out of habit, his eyes searching your face for any signs of displeasure.

“Noo, I’m fine,” you peck his lips.

“I mean, even if you’re hurt, it isn’t entirely my fault. You were the one who asked to get choked and degraded in the first place,” he states, and you blush brilliant red, glaring at him.

“Don’t glare at me, you know I’m right,” he smiles cheekily. You weakly punch him in the arm, and he acts like that costs his life. It gives you a good laugh.

“Let’s take a bath,” he stands up, slipping on his sweats. He picks you up and you squeal, covering yourself.

“What? It’s not like I didn’t just see all of this like a minute or two ago,” he rolls his eyes playfully, and you curl onto his chest. He places you into the bathtub, turning on the hot water for your sore muscles.

“Join me please,” you whine, scooting forward to make some space for him in the back. He giggles when he says, “Where do you think I’d go without joining you, don’t be dumb Mrs. Lee,”

You whine and he slips off his sweats, settling in the bath behind you. He leans back with a sigh, and you lean back onto him, relaxing all your muscles.

“When did you fall for me?” he asks.

“The day you tried to kiss me,” is your only quiet answer. He laughs and you laugh along, that being a fun memory now that you’ve really become a married couple.

“That wasn’t funny, you hurt my feelings back then,” he says, and you sigh.

“I know, I’m sorry. I wanted to kiss you, I did. But we promised to stay friends, and with my overthinking, all of it got into my head. You know, I even designed a certain dress that night, it’s a staff favourite. You’re the inspiration behind it,” you speak, and he hums, leaning over to press kisses onto your nape. You relax back into his gentle touch, smiling unconsciously.

You sit in silence like that for a while, just being next to each other.

“You touched yourself to the thought of me?” he asks, and you can sense the teasing smile on his face without looking.

“W-well,” you try to justify yourself, face burning red.

“I- you- you were walking around half naked that day and I was horny. I just- I thought of you doing what you just did to me,” you speak quietly, trying to hide your face away from him. Might as well come clean at this point.

“Well well well, I don’t mind. I think it’s so fucking hot,” he whispers into your ear. You shudder, a tight slap landing on Haechan’s thighs.

“Ouch,” Haechan yells falsely.

“Don’t do that,” you mumble shyly.

“Do what?”

“I don’t know, leave me alone,” you pout and look away, acting fake upset. He gets a good laugh out of it.

“Sorry, I had to,” he kisses your nape repeatedly as a form of apology. You pout, looking away.

“Okay, okay, let me wash you, hmm?” you look back again at his face, trying to hide your smile. God, how does he look so beautiful.

“You’re so pretty,” you adjust yourself to hold his face in your hands. He tilts his head towards your touch, enjoying the feeling.

“Pretty and all yours,” he smiles. He’s never been happier in his life except for the time when he was five and his dad got him the toy car he wanted.

You’re all his and he’s all yours. There’s nothing you both want more from the world. The fail of blemishes on his face, the little moles dotted everywhere onto his skin, he looks beautiful up close. You place your lips on his in the softest, most gentle kiss. It’s so pure, there’s nothing but love for each other in the span of those few seconds.

“How did I even end up with you?” Haechan whispers, his eyes observing you. You’re gorgeous, headstrong, and independent, you were truly a treasure to him.

“I don’t know, but fate had a plan for sure,” you laugh, a little teary eyed. To whoever put him in your path, thank you.

“Come here, baby,” the way he says it is so sweet, unlike the Haechan that was teasing you minutes ago. You move yourself again, your back facing him. You lean back and he pulls you against his chest, slow soft kisses on every inch of skin he could reach.

He finally does reach for the loofah, asking you to hand the body wash over when he realised he couldn’t reach it. He lathers it up and gently rubs over your skin, and a shaky sigh slips past your lips.

“It never fails to surprise me how much I love you,” he presses another kiss to your cheek and you giggle, leaning into him more.

“I’m going to love you back just as much with all I’ve got.” you mumble, and you can feel the smile in his voice when he speaks.

“I love you,” he whispers, and you whisper back the same words, letting him lather all the soap on your body. He’s so gentle, it makes you want to cry.

He washes your hair for you, gives you a few kisses, and helps you dry up. He wraps a towel around your body, looking at you with utmost love.

“Let’s get you to bed, okay?” he whispers and you nod with a cheeky smile. You feel like a toddler, so spoiled.

He gets you some clothes, the clothes being his. You curl into bed, exhausted and spent. Your eyes close and you feel one last kiss on your cheek before you slip into sleep.

Everything is going so well, you’ve never been happier. One last thing you need done is the runway, and you’ll be free ——————————————————————————————

“The show starts in 30 minutes, where’s Haechan?” you mumble, worried. You haven’t sat down all day long, running here and there to make sure everything was perfect. Haechan was nowhere to be seen, although he promised he’d be there an hour before the show started. What if something had gone wrong?

You call his phone for the sixteenth time, frustration creeping up your neck. A stylist comes up to you mid call, and asks a doubt, and it takes all of your inner strength not to shout.

“Gina please, we’ve been over this. Red eyeshadow for the purple dress, Green one for the blue. It’s the colour contrasts. There’s a sheet with Kim, just ask for it,” you shoo her away, and she walks away. You can’t stand out and keep calling him much longer, the hair stylists are late as it is.

“Madame,” your secretary runs up to you, switching off her headset. You gesture to her to keep going, your eyes on your phone.

“Mr. Lee had just called in, he wanted me to tell you that he was right outside the venue.” your eyes light up, hope igniting inside you. You were about to give him hell if he had missed this.

You tell your secretary to take charge until you’re back, and you run outside to him. “Haechan, where were you?” you sigh exasperated.

“Get in,” he says, and you do.

“I’m sorry for pulling you out in the middle of everything like this, but,” he says, rushing to pull something out of his pocket.

“Noticed you forgot our engagement ring at home, so I got a substitute to match your dress,” he smiles as he slides it on your ring finger.

“Haechan, I- I could have sent someone to get it,” you stare at him, confused.

“Consider this our engagement ring. We weren’t exactly couples when we got married for real, you know,” he blushes a little, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Come in, everyone wants to meet Mr. Lee,” you tease, leaning forward and closer to his lips.

“And they’ll meet Mr and Mrs. Lee. We’re a package deal, everyone knows that,” he kisses you, and you kiss back with the same intensity.

“I love you,”

“Love you too baby,” he whispers against your lips, stepping out of the car with you.

Everything was going to be fine. Everything will be fine. You’re with Haechan, nothing could go wrong, you know it.

#k radio! #nshitty frathouse #neohub #nct smut #haechan hard hours #nct 127 smut #nct fluff #nct imagines #nct u smut #nct fanfic #nct angst #nct #haechan headers #haechan #nct dream #lee donghyuck #Haechan

[skjeinon]

requests: closed

players i will and wont write for

* means smut ofc

Sidney Crosby

savior complex - (part 1) (part 2 *)

Tom Wilson

gold rush*

Brady Skjei

the all star break - w andrei svechnikov*

blue shirts - rangers!brady*

fangs - vamp au!*

blurb requests* (kinks)

kevin hayes

tell me you love me - blurb

cale makar

blurb requests - soft!makar

blurb requests* - soft/touchy!makar

chris kreider

blurb requests* (aggressive chris)

blurb requests* (breeding kink chris)

blurb request* (cock warming chris)

blurb request* (with mika!)

father’s day!blurb requests

mika zibanejad

blurb requests* (kinks)

nathan mackinnon

blurb requests*

father’s day!blurb requests

poly! nate x reader x cale

blurb request*

blurb request (soft hcs)

blurb request (teaching y/n to skate)

TJ oshie

blurb requests

jordan staal

go ahead and cry little girl - (part 1*)(part 2*)(part 3)

jeremy swayman

captain doesn’t have to know *

anders lee

thinking about you*

more on my AO3 @skjeinon

team building exercise - carolina hurricanes (smut)

#skjeinon #masterlist

[thefandomimagines]

Fic Recs~

So my last post of Fic Recs was pretty popular, and I wanted to do another to continue giving shout outs to fics I love and the amazing authors and creators! I may consider making this a continuous thing, maybe biweekly?

**Also some of these stories are for audiences 18+, so if you are underage, please follow the guidelines set by the authors.**

Star Wars:

Sweaty Hands, Reluctant Hearts by @221bshrlocked : (Mando x reader, Angst & Smut.) The fact that Mando has a breeding kink isn't shocking to anyone, also showing Cobb Vanth who's boss

It Was the Kid's Idea by @the-witty-pen-name : (Mando x Reader, ft. Grogu. 100% fluff. Tooth-rotting sweetness!) I love the idea of Grogu making a bunch of valentines and him being absolutely covered in glitter!

Boba Fett seggzy Alphabet by @pedroepascal : (Boba Fett x reader) I mean Boba Fett + seggzy scenarios, what more could a gal want?

He is Yours by @just-iimagine (Obi Wan Kenobi x Reader) I live for the idea of Obi Wan as a dad.

Dar'manda by @talesfromtheguild (Mando x Reader) A different take on breaking Din's creed.

Marvel:

F*ck, Marry, Kill by @buckysmischief : (Avengers x platonic reader) This was great! We all know we would love to play this with the Avengers.

The Wedding Date by @river-soul : (Bucky Barnes x Reader) We love a good fake boyfriend story.

Love Potion Number Nine by @iliveiloveiwrite (Bucky x reader, peter parker x reader) This was adorable. I love that Peter was scared of Bucky.

True Love by @trillian-anders (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Who doesn't love the idea of stripper Bucky?

DC:

For Later by @mermaidxatxheart (Arthur Curry x Reader) This one is HOT.

Here Right Now by @221bshrlocked (Bruce Wayne x Reader) who doesn't love the idea of a one night stand with Batman himself?

Pushin' Me Away by @thebigbadbatswife (Bruce Wayne x Reader) I feel like Bruce always seems to almost self sabotage.

Kingsman:

The Thunder Rolls by @reevesdriver (Agent Whiskey x Reader) Oof. This one hurt, not gonna lie.

Bridgerton:

I Wonder What Its Like To Be Loved By You by @iliveiloveiwrite (Benedict Bridgerton x reader) TBH Benny is my fave Bridgerton brother.

To Have and To Hold by @regencyslxt (Anthony Bridgerton x Reader) We love a good wedding!

Game of Thrones:

The Bastard and The Prince by @just-iimagine (Oberyn Martell x Reader) I can't wait reading the rest of this series!

The Red Viper and The Honeybee by @sunflowerheartsandstarryskies (Oberyn Martell x Reader Bridgerton AU) This was super cute! Not to mention the Bridgerton AU.

The Devil All The Time:

**Fair warning- most all of the fics I read from this fandom are all dark! or noncon, so read at your own risk.**

Final Warning by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor (Dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader) Obviously Lee would stop at nothing to get what he wants.

Rainy Night in Meade by @slothspaghettiwrites (Lee Bodecker x Reader) This one is a soft!Lee, and it's absolutely sweet!

Summer Break(down) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor (Dark!Lee Bodecker x reader) We love a good revenge plot!

That's all for now, I will continue to post fic recs as I go, I am thinking of doing them bi-weekly!

#din djarin x reader #boba fett x reader #obi wan kenobi x reader #lee bodecker x reader #oberyn martell x reader #bridgerton x reader #aquaman x reader #batman x reader #bruce wayne x reader #bucky x reader #marvel x reader #bucky barnes x reader #agent whiskey x reader

[miracleonice87]

blurbs / requests, part two

(apparently I hit the 100 link limit on my original blurbs / request masterlist post, so here’s a part two! kinda hate formatting it this way so I may try to figure out something else.)

Off My Face lyrics blurb with Mathew Barzal (from the 900 followers / one year tumblrversary celly)

Fearless lyrics blurb with Nathan MacKinnon (from the 900 followers / one year tumblrversary celly)

Ritual lyrics blurb* with Anthony Beauvillier (from the 900 followers / one year tumblrversary celly)

Sleepless Nights + Saving Grace with Mathew Barzal and Anders Lee (part of the Mat and London / Secret universe)

“Did you seriously injure yourself carving a pumpkin?” with Matthew Tkachuk (from the fall prompt list) 🎃

“Are you wearing my flannel?” with Mathew Barzal (from the fall prompt list) 🎃

“At least I’m cozy now.” with Anthony Beauvillier (from the fall prompt list) 🎃

Cuddling to keep warm with Auston Matthews (from the fall prompt list) 🎃

“Your hands are cold.” and “Can I have a kiss? My lips are cold.” with Matthew Tkachuk (from the fall prompt list) 🎃

one giving the other a holiday gift from childhood which they had lost with Mathew Barzal (from m’s winter prompt list 2021) 🎄

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus with Matthew Tkachuk (from m’s winter prompt list 2021) 🎄

“The snow in your hair… it’s so pretty.” with Anthony Beauvillier (from m’s winter prompt list 2021) 🎄

It’s on this holiday they decide to try for a baby with Sidney Crosby (from m’s winter prompt list 2021) 🎄

Spending Christmas at the other’s childhood home with their family with Freddie Andersen (from m’s winter prompt list 2021) 🎄

Mat's 2022 birthday celebration at Worlds (part of the Mat and London / Secret universe)

As It Was with Auston Matthews

Back Home with Beau with Anthony Beauvillier

Best Friend’s Baby with Tyler Seguin

Feelings and the Final with Nathan MacKinnon

Turn the Lights Off, Carry Me Home with Nathan MacKinnon feat. Erik Johnson (part two to Feelings and the Final)

“I’ve never seen you this happy before.” with Tyson Barrie (feat. Nathan MacKinnon) (from m’s 2 year tumblrversary celebration)

“Being with you gives me so much joy it’s actually terrifying.” with Auston Matthews (from m’s 2 year tumblrversary celebration), based on the tis the damn season universe

“Don’t call me cupcake in public, I have a reputation!” with Tyler Seguin (from m’s 2 year tumblrversary celebration)

“You still have this?” with Anthony Beauvillier (from m’s 2 year tumblrversary celebration)

Paris lyrics blurb with Mathew Barzal (from m’s midnights prompt list)

key:

* = smut, 18+

🎃 = Halloween/fall-themed

🎄 = Christmas/holiday/winter-themed

✨ = New Year-themed

#don’t mind me just reorganizing #masterlist #my writing #blurbs #requests