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starsinthesky5 · 9 days

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down bad || joe burrow x reader

description: you and joe go to your best friend’s wedding and it’s very clear that you both are soo down bad for each other ;)

a/n: bye i cannot believe i wrote this in 3.5 days because I was SO excited to write it. it’s just so 🤭 it’s definitely somethingggg 🤭🤭 also am i like one of the only people who thinks headband joe is peak joe. like his hair right now is amazing, but headband joe just makes me melt.

warnings: smut, language, and more smut, you both are perpetually horny

word count: 8.5 k

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“Joe!” You moaned as you felt the hot shower water dripping down your body. Joe’s head fell to the crook of your neck, sucking the soft skin which would be sure to leave a purple mark.

“Shit, don’t stop,” you cried as he pounded into you, your body starting to feel sore since you have had your arms wrapped around his neck and legs around his waist for a good half hour. He was helping you out by holding you up, but everything about what was happening in the shower made you feel sore, in a good way of course.

“Y/N…” he groaned. “Fuck, you feel so good,”.

You felt a familiar sensation in your stomach as he continued to thrust into you, his grip on your waist tightening.“I’m close,” you whisper as you throw your head back against the shower wall.

“Shit, hang on for me baby,” Joe said as he picked up the pace of his thrusts, pushing you up against the wall each time. You whined at the feeling of him pushing himself deeper inside of you, which you thought was impossible.

“Joe,” you whimpered again. “Right there,”. Joe’s rapid pace and deep thrusts were pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm, his cock grazing your g-spot.

You move one of your hands into his wet curls and push him closer to your face, capturing him in a sloppy kiss as he continues to thrust into you. One particularly rough thrust causes you to break away. You felt the rubber band in your core snap as were clenching around his cock, “Joe,” you moaned into his ear as you came.

“Y/N,” he moaned as he felt himself reaching his own pleasure. A few more thrusts later, you felt hot spurts of his cum fill your slick core as his head dropped down to your shoulder again, pressing soft kisses on your collarbone.

As the water continued to rain down on you both, Joe and You stood in each other's arms, your bodies entwined in the lingering heat of your love. You knew that in that moment, there was no place you would rather be than together, lost in the blissful embrace of the shower.

“I love you,” he pants while pressing a few more kisses on your lips.

“I love you too,” you say back with a smile.

A little while later, you're standing in front of the bathroom mirror in your pink robe as you inspect the new purple marks littered around your neck.

Joe walks up behind you, cupping the nape of your neck with his hand and rubbing it. “Sorry about that,” he softly says.

You look back at him and smile, “It’s Okay, I’m used to it by now,”.

What was supposed to be a quick shared shower before packing for your best friend's wedding in New York this weekend had turned into another one of your many unplanned romps.

“I should’ve known this would’ve happened if we showered together. Every damn time we say we’ll take a quick shower, I end up with a limp,” you giggle while leaning back into his warm body.

“Can’t keep my hands off of you. You know that,” he whispers into your ear lightly before lightly kissing the marks on your neck.

You playfully roll your eyes as you move forward and walk into Joe’s closet. You weren’t living with him just yet, but by the looks of his closet, you basically were.

You were bringing Joe as your plus 1 to your bestie’s wedding this weekend during the Bengals Bye Week and came over to Joe’s house to pack since he hated packing and needed you to keep him company. You had only been dating for 4 months but were already acting like a married couple according to your friend, and you were starting to see why she said so.

Flashback to a few weeks ago

“So, you’re bringing Joe?” she asked, a little surprised since you’d only been dating for a few months and you never brought a guy to your friends this early, especially since you lived a little far away from them.

“Mhm,” you responded while putting the phone on speaker as you were attempting to find your keys to Joe’s house in his driveway while he was away at practice.

“Already the plus 1? Damn, he has you whipped,” she giggles.

You roll your eyes and say, “Really funny Sophia,”.

“Am I on speaker? Your voice is echoing,” she questions.

“Yeah, I'm trying to find my keys,”.

She stays silent for a second before saying “You’re in his driveway aren’t you,” with a big smile she wished you could see.

“Maaaybee,” you trail.

“God, get married already. You’re always over at his place, just move in Mrs. Burrow,” she teases.

You laugh and say, “That’s because it’s most convenient. You know my apartment is a good half hour away from him. Besides, I thought you liked Joe,”

“Oh, I do, even though I've only met him a few times. I’ve never seen you happier, I'm just surprised you’re actually bringing him,” Sophia says.

“Honestly, me too. But it feels right. And he’s very excited to go with me which makes it even better,” you say as you finally find the keys.

End of flashback

Joe joins you in the closet and watches you pack your stuff for this weekend in your suitcase. Along with your basic necessities, you pack several party dresses, heels, your wedding day look, and a bunch of accessories.

“Damn, I never knew girls needed so much stuff for 3 days,” he laughed.

You turned around and gave him a look that had him immediately retreating.“Not that it’s a bad thing,” he says while raising his hands to soften the blow.

You break out into a laugh and say, “Calm down Joey, I’m jussst kidding,” as you walk over to him and kiss him before moving behind him to grab his suitcase.

“You’re turn,” you say as you drop the bag at his feet.

“I hate packing,” he frowns.

“That’s why I’m here baby. Here to keep ya company,” you smile before sitting in the comfy armchair in the corner.

He lets out a defeated sigh as he begins packing his things and you watch him the entire time. He was doing something so simple as packing but looked incredibly delicious while doing so. His wet hair flopping around, his bare chest on display, and his shorts hanging low on his waist and showing off his blonde treasure trail.

He catches you staring deeply at him and smirks. “Like what you see?”.

“You know I do,” you say as you cross your legs in the chair.

“You know, we coulddd go back to bed,” he offers.

“Nice try Burrow. Packing comes first.”

“Damn,” he whispers. He finishes packing all of his things for the weekend, similar to you. Basic necessities, some nice shirts, pants, and jackets; also packing his wedding day outfit and a few of his favorite shades.

“Always with the shades huh?” You tease.

“If you can bring 20 different kinds of earrings, I can bring my shades,” he deadpans.

“Alright alright, that’s fair,” you say as you get up and walk over to him to inspect his packing, making sure it’s not a complete mess. Satisfied with the way he packed his things, you move your face closer to his ear and whisper, “Now, if you’re done, is that ‘back to bed’ offer still on the table?”.

Joe immediately puts down his bag and reaches for your legs, picking you up bridal style, and rushes you to his bed. He softly drops you against the silk sheets before untying your robe and moving in between your legs.

“I guess that’s a yes,” you giggle and you wrap your arms around his neck, pushing him closer to your lips for a sweet kiss.

“We can’t be too rough though, I’m still a little sore from the shower and we have an early flight to New York tomorrow,”.

He plants another soft kiss on your lips, “No worries babe, soft and gentle is one of my specialties,”. You watch as he kisses down to your core, closing your eyes in anticipation of what is to come.

The next day

The ring of your alarm wakes you up early the next morning. You reach over and turn it off before turning to face Joe, who looks incredibly adorable and still asleep. His head was angled towards you, his messy bedhead hair was sprawled out against the pillow, his soft golden skin looked flawless, his lips curled up in a smile, and his bare chest was littered with a few purple marks from last night on display. He looked absolutely gorgeous at 6:00 am and you were jealous since you probably looked like a hot mess.

You leaned over and kissed the tip of his nose, hoping to wake him up. Lucky for you, it worked.

“Morning sunshine,” you whispered.

He groans, barely opens his eyes, and mumbles “Morning Baby,”.

You felt your core throb at the sound of his morning voice but immediately gave yourself a mental lashing since you were sore from last night and you guys have a flight at 8:00 to NYC. His morning voice and bare chest combo made you weak in the knees so early in the morning.

After laying in bed for 10 minutes to give Joe a chance to fully wake up, you both hit the shower again. This time, actually showering with no funny business. Joe loads up the car to head to the airport but makes a quick pit stop at your favorite coffee shop to grab you both some breakfast.

You guys were on the way to the airport as you were reading off the events and itinerary for the weekend. “Okay, tonight we have the rehearsal dinner and then the party at the club after,” you say as you feel Joe’s hand migrate to your thigh, a familiar spot for it.

“Sounds like fun,” he says while giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Then tomorrow we have the wedding and reception. And then the next day she said she planned a brunch for close friends so it’ll just be a small group of people,” you conclude.

He nods his head as he continues to caress your thigh. “So what do you think of Steven?” You ask Joe. Steven is Sophia’s fiancée and Joe has only met him a handful of times.

“He’s a good guy,” he says. “We actually have a good bit in common and he’s a big football guy,” Joe says, turning the car into the airport entrance.

“He likes the Eagles right?” You question.

“Yup,” he says.

“That tracks, you know Sophia’s a big Eagles fan,”.

“Oh I know, so are you,” Joe says giving you a look.

You look back at him, a little offended, and say, “Aye, slow down buddy. Were. Were an Eagles fan. My loyalty has changed, and I look better in orange anyway,”

“Oh I know,” he smirks, his mind flashing back to all the times he’s seen you in your adorable little gameday outfits. You and Joe had been dating since a bit before the season started and had been getting to know each other throughout the summer. When the first game of the season rolled around, Joe insisted that you come and watch him play. You were a little hesitant at first since you knew that a lot of people would be there, many of whom would notice a random girl in Joe Burrow’s suite, but ultimately said yes because you wanted to support your boyfriend in any way possible.

Your first gameday outfit consisted of a black Bengals-themed baseball jersey which had ‘Burrow’ and ‘9’ on the back and ‘Bengals’ on the front. You left the buttons open and had a white crop top on underneath, with your favorite jean shorts. He loved your first gameday outfit, but the accessories made it even better. You had gotten an iced-out ‘9’ necklace and a vintage Bengals baseball cap you had on backward to pull the look together. You had him drooling the entire day and he couldn’t wait to get you alone, and when he did, you could hardly think or walk straight after.

Flashback to Week 1

You were sitting inside the Burrow suite while the boys were warming up on the field before changing into uniforms. You were scanning the field to hopefully get a glimpse of your boyfriend but couldn’t find him. It's been about an hour since you drove over with his parents and hadn’t gotten a chance to see Joe yet, and you were feeling a little sad because you thought you’d have to wait till the end of the game.

You heard the suite door open as you were trying to find your lipgloss in your bag and thought it was just his parents coming back from their tailgate. You felt a big pair of hands wrap around your waist and a warm mouth press a kiss on your cheek.

You let out a shriek and immediately turned around, panicking because you thought it was some random creep, but it was in fact just your boyfriend.

“Woah Y/N. Calm down, it’s just me,” Joe soothes.

You relax your muscles and let out a sigh, “Whew, I thought some rando creep found their way into the suite,”.

“Nah, just me,” he laughs.

You furrow your brows, slightly confused at what he is doing up here, “Wait, why aren’t you down there?” you say as you point to the field.

“I just had to make sure you were doing okay. I know this is all new for you and I want you to feel as safe and relaxed as possible,”.

Your eyes soften at his response, “Awww that’s so sweet,” you say while wrapping your arms around his neck, a whiff of sweat making you grimace. “Ohhh that lovely football smell,”.

“Sorry about that,” he says while pulling you in for a kiss.

He pulls away after a few seconds, observing your adorable gameday outfit that he was seeing for the first time. His eyes got stuck on the ‘9’ necklace. “And that is how people will know you’re my girl,” he says while touching the necklace.

“Glad you like the fit,” you smile.

“Oh, I love the fit. I could get used to this,” he winks.

“Me too,” you say as your eyes travel around the room, taking in the feeling that this could very well be a constant thing in your life from now on.

Joe looks at the time and his face drops, “I gotta go get ready now,”.

“It’s okay, I’ll be fine Joe,” you say while rubbing the back of his neck.

He lets out a sigh, “Okay, but if you need anything, and I mean anything, ask my parents or come sit down by the locker room if things get overwhelming,”.

“Okayy,”. “Now go back down there before they accuse me of hogging their star QB,” you tease.

“Really funny babe,” he says while pulling you in for a hug. He pulls away before giving your forehead a sweet kiss and walking towards the door to head back to the field. “Knock ‘em dead shiesty,” you yell as he gives you a smile before leaving the suite.

Although you were anxious about being noticed by thousands of people, you were having the time of your life. As time passed, you became more and more engaged in the game, screaming and shouting whenever Joe would throw a dime or a big-time play would happen. You didn’t give a damn about what anyone thought anymore and were not afraid to show people that you were his girl. And Joe noticed. Each time he would look up at the suite, he would see you jumping up and down with his family and looking incredibly focused on him; this was the ultimate motivator for him because he knew his girl was watching.

End of flashback

Joe parked the car in the lot while you got all your stuff together before boarding his private jet to New York.

“Ahh, I can never get tired of this,” you sigh as you slip off your Uggs and lay back onto the cushioned chair. Joe drops down onto the seat across from you and immediately pulls your legs into his lap, massaging your feet.

“You’re so cute,” he mumbles while giving you a warm smile.

You brush your hair out of your face before sending him a flying kiss, “You are even cuter,”.

You both ended up taking a power nap during the short flight to New York and woke up about an hour before you landed. Since you had some time to kill, Joe pulled out his Nintendo Switch and convinced you to play a round of smash-bros with him.

“Noooo,” you whined as you just lost for the 2nd time in a row. Joe let out another laugh as he watched you struggle to digest that you sucked at Smash-Bros.

“You’re laughing now, but once it’s time for Mario Kart, it is game over Burrow,” you growl.

“Maybe, but at least I put up a fight in Mario Kart. You basically gave up halfway,” he laughed as he placed the controller down and grabbed his phone, opening his notes app to add to the win-loss ratio list you had going. You and Joe both had somewhat competitive natures and loved to play silly little games whenever you could, so you suggested you keep a tally of how many times each of you won or lost a game of anything. At the end of the year, the loser has to do whatever the winner wants them to do for a whole day.

“What’s the tally right now?” You asked.

“34-45. I’m winning,” he smirks.

“Damn,” you whisper. “It’s okay. I still have all of this month to get myself back on top,”.

“You can be on top whenever you want, just say the word,” he teases while motioning to his dick.

Your eyes widen at his words as you grab a pillow from behind you and chuck it at his face. “Are you always horny?”.

“Well, when I'm with my drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend, I can’t help it,” he shrugs.

Drop dead gorgeous? You looked like a sack of potatoes right now, wearing one of his old LSU sweatshirts that was too big on you, black sweats, messy hair in a claw clip, and your glasses on. “Joe, I look like a mess right now,” you say as you pull the hood of his sweatshirt over your head.

“Well if you’re a mess, you’re the mess I want,” his face immediately scrunching up. “I don’t think that came out the way I thought it would,”.

You smiled, got up from your chair, and moved over to his lap, pressing a soft kiss on his smooth cheek. “I know what you mean,”.

A few hours later

After your plane lands, you both head over to Joe’s New York penthouse you’ll be staying for the weekend. You both unpack all your things and start to get ready for the night.

You’re finishing up your makeup as you watch Joe walk into the bathroom, seemingly looking for his hairbrush. You look at him up and down in the mirror and he looks incredible. He’s wearing his black jeans, a plain white short-sleeve tee which showed off his bulging muscles, and his navy blue jacket in hand. He walks over to the sink and runs his hands through his hair, like usual, to perfect it.

“Can’t find your brush?” You question while fixing your hair.

“Nah, but it’s fine. This should do it,” he says as he pushes a few stray strands back. He turns around and feels slightly flushed as he looks you up and down. You were wearing a short baby pink dress that hugged your body in all the right places, strappy white heels, and an ensemble of jewelry which was all gifted to you by Joe.

“Baby..” he breathes out, struggling to move from where he was standing. You looked absolutely sexy and he felt like he’d just had the wind knocked out of him, much like how he’d feel when that happened out on the field.

You do a little twirl to show off your outfit, “You think it looks good?”.

“Good?” He says as he walks over to you. “Looks fucking amazing,” he mumbles as he pulls you in for a kiss, one hand cradling your head and the other migrating to your ass. He gives it a delicate squeeze, making you moan into the kiss.

You pull away and press your forehead against his, “We gotta behave tonight Joe,” you giggle.

“Yes ma’am,” he says before giving you another kiss.

You both finish up and then head out to the wedding venue just outside of the city for the dinner. You and Joe walk into the venue, hand in hand, and you’re in awe of how beautifully everything is decorated. The warm fairy lights that were all around the room made everything glow and highlighted the most captivating elements.

You looked ahead and caught a glimpse of Sophia and released yourself from Joe’s grasp, immediately running over to her.

“There’s the bride!” You yell.

Her face instantly lights up as she sees you. She runs to meet you halfway, tackling you in a tight hug. “I misseddd youuu! Cincy stole you away,” she squeals as she sways you back and forth.

Joe walks over behind you both, smiling at the cute interaction.

Sophia opens her eyes and sees Joe standing behind you and lets go of you. “And here is the reason why Cincinnati stole you away,” she teases.

“Guilty,” Joe says while giving her a salute.

“Hey Joe,” she says while giving him a friendly hug.

“Hey Sophia,” he smiles, hugging her back. You have a huge grin on your face as you watch your two favorite people get along, it’s the best feeling in the entire world.

“What are you smiling at?” Sophia questions as she pulls away to wrap her arm around your shoulder.

“Just happy that my favorite people get along,” you sing song.

“Remember, she was mine first Burrow,” Sophia giggles, causing Joe to scoff and gently pull you into him as Sophia’s fiancée walks in behind her.

“Well, I’m incredibly lucky to have her now, and hopefully forever,” he says as he stares lovingly into your eyes. Your heart feels like it’s about to burst at his words, add to the fact that his strong grip on your waist was making you feel butterflies in all the right places. You felt yourself getting lost in his deep blue eyes as you both were just stuck staring at each other.

Sophia smiles at the sweet words that came out of Joe’s mouth for you and notices the way he’s looking at you and holding you. It’s like you were the only person in the room, like you were a diamond. “Aye, snap out of it love-birds,” Sophia claps as her fiancée joins you all.

“Whoops, Sorry about that,” you blush. “Hey Steven!,”.

“Sup, Steven,” Joe says as he lets go of you to greet your friend's Fiancée.

You all have a small reunion and spend a few minutes catching up and talking about wedding details before the other guests start to arrive. The rehearsal dinner was great as you got to catch up with your old friends from home and got the chance to finally introduce Joe formally to some of them.

Currently, You and Joe were sitting together in your own little corner at the table as a few speeches were being delivered, his hand once again on your thigh, and your hands wrapped around his, softly caressing his golden skin. You leaned your head onto his shoulder as you melted into his touch.

“You alright?” He whispers, noticing the change in your body language.

“I’m amazing,” you whisper back.

“Good, we still have a long night ahead of us,” he laughs before planting a few kisses on your forehead.

About an hour later, the wedding party makes its way back into the city to a club in the Upper East Side.

Loud music and bright strobe lights fill the room as you take another shot of tequila at the bar with your friends. Joe was across the room with Steven and the rest of the boys, also taking shots but less frequently than you and the girls. You’re slightly buzzed, maybe a little more than slightly actually.

“Come on, let’s go dance,” Sophia yells as she pulls you into the dance floor.

You and the girls start dancing in the crowd, having the most fun when you hear the song change, which immediately causes you and Sophia to scream.

“This is our song!” She screams. The song had just changed to ‘Blow’ by Kesha, a song that you had very fond memories of in high school.

“Oh yeah,” you yell as you throw your head back and hands in the air.

Joe watches you carefully from across the room as you dance with your friends, looking incredibly stunning and sexy while doing so. The tent in his pants was a sure sign that he was going to struggle for a few minutes. His eyes never leave you as he sips his drink while still talking to the boys.

You keep dancing around with your girls as you feel a pair of eyes watching you. You turn around to where Joe was and obviously, it was him. You give him a playful nod and stare right back at him, still dancing like nothing mattered.

“Damn, Y'all can’t be away from each other even for a little,” Sophia laughs.

“I think I’m torturing him by being out here, especially dressed like this,” you giggle.

“Y’all are soo Down bad,” she yells but you barely notice what she said as you hear the song change again. This time, to one of your and Joe’s favorite songs, ‘Feel So Close’ by Calvin Harris.

You immediately look back at him, motioning him to come over with just a simple look. He smiles at the song change and doesn’t hesitate to get off the barstool, places his drink on the counter, and walks over to the dance floor. You turn around and keep dancing as you suddenly feel a familiar warmth behind you. Joe presses himself into your back as you dance back into him, making his boner even worse than before.

You both were caught up in the moment as the loud music and flashing lights created a special scene around you both. Although you were in a room filled with people, right now it just felt like you two out there, dancing the night away. Joe placed his hands on you and slid them down your waist as you threw your head back into his chest.

You felt the tent in his pants on your ass, causing you to let out a giggle, “Got you worked up, didn’t I?”

“You look amazing,” he whispers into your ear before fully wrapping his arms around your waist, turning you so you could face him. You were a little breathless as you closed the space between you both, capturing his mouth in a deep kiss while your hands wrapped around his neck.

“Let’s get outta here,” he says breathlessly as he pulls away. You nod your head as he lets go of you. You walk over to where Sophia is and let her know that you’re heading out and that you’ll see her tomorrow.

“Me and Joe are going to head out,” you pant. She gives you a smirk and says, “Mhm, called it,”. You’re confused by her words, “Called what?”.

“You both couldn’t even last 2 hours in the club before getting so worked up over each other that you’d have to leave before the party was over,” she giggled.

You felt a little red as she said that. Damn, she was right. You don’t know what it was about Joe that made you act like this or what about you that made him act like this, but you certainly weren’t complaining.

“If you want me to stay, I can,” you say as you brush a few stray pieces of hair out of your face.

“No, it’s alright,” she smiles. “It’s getting pretty late anyways, you guys should go rest,” she says.

“Are you sure?”.

“Positive. He makes you happy Y/N, I can see it. Go have fun, but not too much fun,” she winks.

You pull her in for a hug and tell her that you’d absolutely help her get ready for the big day tomorrow morning.

You make your way back over to Joe, who has moved closer to the exit. He grabbed your hand and placed it in his, “I called Uber, you ready?”.

“Yup,” you say while giving him a kiss.

Both of you were wrapped up together in the backseat of the Uber. Your head once again on his shoulder, and his resting on top of your head. His arm was wrapped around you, and his hand was absentmindedly softly rubbing your arm. Your right leg was wedged in between his as his free hand was rubbing up and down your lower leg. Everything about this was comforting for you both. It felt so peaceful and natural.

Once you’ve arrived at the apartment, Joe helped you out of the Uber since you were a bit too drunk and were wobbling around; he was terrified that you’d fall in the heels you were wearing.

He slowly helped you into the elevator and you moved to stand behind him. He pressed the number of the floor you were supposed to be on and immediately turned back around to face you as the door closed.

He looks into your eyes for a few heartbeats before leaning in and capturing your lips in a delicate kiss which you both grin into. Once again, your hands find their home wrapped around his neck, and you stay like this until the door opens again.

A few minutes later, you both are back inside the apartment and are in the process of getting unready. You feel a gush of wetness pool your core as you catch a glimpse of Joe’s bare chest as he just got out of the shower. He looked so desirable and his bare chest always got you worked up.

You walk over to him, take his hand, and lead him back to the bed. “What are you doing?” He questions.

“What I’ve been wanting to do all night,” you say as you push him back onto the bed, straddling his waist. You capture his lips in a fiery kiss as his hands grip your waist again. You slowly grind on his shorts, making him way more horny than he was before. You push your hand down to his dick and start palming him through his shorts when he suddenly flips you both over so that he’s on top, leaving you a little dizzy.

“Hm?” You question his sudden change of mind.

“You can do that another time, I wanna make you feel good tonight,” he says.

You don’t have a chance to argue with him since he starts to peel off your tank top; his lips finding the sweet spot on your neck, making you flutter your eyes as you let out a whimper.

He moves down and presses a few wet kisses on your belly before getting right to business, sliding off your shorts and underwear.

“Oh,” you moan as you feel him blow on your core which was already wet from earlier.

He lets out a laugh before he moves closer to your core, attacking your folds with sloppy kisses. Your hands find themselves in his hair again as you pull on the strands. “Joe,” you whimper.

“You’re okay,” he whispers as he goes back to lapping at your slick core. He takes one of his fingers and pushes them inside your heat which makes you let out another moan. The combination of his mouth and fingers, along with the alcohol in your system was making you feel like you were levitating. “Fuck,” you whined.

He continued to pump his finger into your core as his mouth attached itself to your clit, rhythmically sucking on it. He inserts another finger, stretching you out even more which causes you to arch your back. His free hand pushes your belly back down to the bed as he continues to attack your core.

“Baby,” you moaned while your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You felt a familiar warmth in your lower belly, signaling that you were very close.

“I’m close,” you whispered, pushing your head further back into the pillow. You continue to pull on his hair which causes him to groan against your core, sending vibrations throughout your body.

His fingers pick up the pace as his mouth is replaced by his thumb. He rubs circles around your clit while continuing to pump into you, which intensifies the entire experience. A few seconds later, you’re cumming hard and fast. “Joe,” you loudly moaned. He removed his fingers from your core and his mouth begins lapping up your juices.

He helps you come down from your high by pressing delicate kisses around your core and inner thighs. After a few minutes, he walks into the bathroom to get a warm washcloth to clean you up. Also, bringing you Advil and water to get ahead of the morning hangover. You’re too drained to move so he cleans you up and wraps a blanket around you while he makes sure everything is locked up. He joins you back in bed and pulls you closer to him, “You comfy?” he asks.

“Mhm,” you say sleepily. He presses one final kiss to your forehead before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.

You stay awake for a few moments, thinking about how lucky you were to have someone who cared so much about you and always made sure that you were comfortable. He was perfect for you, and you couldn’t get enough of him. Sure, you two were absolutely insatiable for each other, but you also had a healthy balance between lust and love that kept your relationship steady, strong, and tender.

The next day

The next morning rolls by fairly quickly. You get up early to go over to Sophia’s hotel to help her get ready for the ceremony and leave Joe to get a few more hours of sleep, assuring him that you’ll be back in time to get ready with him.

“Babe, have you seen my watch?” Joe asks as he walks into the bathroom, his mouth agape as he sees your completed wedding look. His eyes travel down your body, the slit in the dress showing off your bare leg; the black material of the dress hugged your body in all the right spots, especially your ass. He felt particularly weak when he saw the v-cut neckline which highlighted your perfectly round breasts.

“I think it was on the entry table,” you say turning to face him as you get your last earring on. Your eyes widen at his completed wedding look; black pants and a silk maroon shirt with his signature shades.

“You look stunning,” he says while keeping absolutely still. His heart was racing at how gorgeous you looked. Even though he got to see your beauty every day, he would still lose his mind every time.

“Right back at ya,” you wink causing him to let out a chuckle.

After putting the finishing touches on your look, you both head over to the venue for the ceremony.

It was a wonderful ceremony. You and Joe were seated towards the front so you had an amazing view of the whole thing. You both were sitting close to each other, his hand in yours. You were struggling to hold back your tears the entire time since you were watching your best friend since elementary school get married, and when Joe looked over and saw, he melted. You were also tearing up at the thought of imagining yourself getting married. You would have all of this one day and you wondered if it would be with the man sitting next to you, you were praying that it would be with the man next to you.

He raised your hands to his lips, pressing a few soft kisses to them to make sure you were okay.

“I love you,” you mouthed to him.

“I love you more,” he mouthed back, not knowing why you were feeling extra emotional all of a sudden.

A few hours later the wedding reception had begun, and you both had found yourself in your own little corner once again. You were absentmindedly rubbing Joe’s thigh while you both were focused on all the wedding speeches, and it was getting him worked up. Once it was time for your speech, Joe had lost it. He watched as you swayed your perfect hips, hips that he loved to grab onto, over to the stage. Your soft skin was glistening in the spotlight and your perfect breasts were mocking him.

“Now’s not the time,” Joe thought to himself as he felt himself getting hard.

You wrapped up your special speech for your bestie with a toast to the newlyweds and made your way back to your boyfriend, who looked like he was struggling to sit comfortably.

“Are you okay?” you giggle. All you get in response is a blank stare.

“What?” you question.

He lets out a sigh and fixes his posture, “You in this damn dress, is driving me fucking insane,” he blurts out.

You stare at him for a few moments, thinking about how funny it was that he was going gaga over you right now, just like how you were drooling at his sexy self. “Well, you in this whole look is making me insanely horny,” you whisper into his ear.

He clears his throat as a way to compose himself. He thinks about if anyone would notice if you both stepped away for a few minutes. “There’s a bathroom around the corner,” he whispers.

Your eyes widen at his offer. You both rarely had sex in public places like this, usually finding pleasure in your home, car, or anywhere private. But right now, you honestly could care less.

As the wedding reception raged on outside, You and Joe sneaked away to the bathroom for a moment alone. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the candles casting a warm and intimate atmosphere.

Your eyes locked, filled with desire and longing. Without saying a word, Joe closed the distance between your lips, capturing them in a hungry kiss. Your bodies pressed together, his hands roaming freely over your plush skin.

You moaned softly as Joe lifted you up onto the countertop, his hands sliding up your dress to caress the smooth skin of your thighs. You push your hands into his curls as his lips travel down your neck, causing you to let out a moan. “Yeah,” you whimper.

Your clothes were quickly discarded, leaving you both naked and exposed to each other. You push your lips against him again as you reach down and slide your hand up and down his dick. You guide it to your core and leave the rest to him. You moaned in ecstasy as he buried himself deep inside you.

Your head falls back against the mirror as your legs hook around his waist. “Shit,” you moan as Joe moves his face into the crook of your neck, pressing wet kisses along your collarbone. His steady pace was doing wonders but you needed him to go deeper and faster.

“Joe,” you whimpered, causing him to move his face back into your view. “Fuck me harder,”.

“Are you sure?”.

“Yeah,” you moaned.

He smiles and captures your lips in a sloppy kiss as he quickens his pace, rapidly thrusting into your slick core. The sounds of skin slapping skin filled the bathroom as you were drowning in pleasure. “Harder,” you whimpered. The sounds coming out of your mouth were driving Joe insane as he thrusted deeper and deeper into your pussy, completely forgetting you were in a public bathroom.

“Y/N,” he groaned as he gripped your waist tighter, surely leaving a few bruises.

“Fuck Joe,” you moaned, this time a little louder. Each thrust sends you further back into the mirror and your lower half becomes slicker and slicker by the second. “You feel so good,” you whisper.

Joe smiles as he plunges into you harder and harder each time. You felt a familiar sensation build in your belly as he pounded into your heat, “I’m so close,” you whispered.

“Fuck, me too,” he moans as he reaches down and starts to rub circles around your wet clit. You whimper at the sudden contact, eventually setting off your release. Your walls clench around his cock as you let out a series of pornographic moans into his ear.

He continues to pound into you, harder than before, trying to reach his own pleasure. You whimper at his movements and your hands start to scratch up and down his bare back.

“Y/N..” he moaned.

“Mm,” you whined. A few seconds later, you felt his release coat your walls. You both were trying to catch your breaths and regain your senses for a few moments before Joe slid out of you. He cleans you up first and helps you put your clothes back on. Then, you clean him up and help him fix his outfit just like he did for you. You look into the mirror while fixing your hair and smile at how well fucked-out you look, and look back over to your boyfriend, also looking well fucked.

Before leaving the bathroom, he pulls you in for a hug, whispering a few sweet nothings into your ear and telling you how amazing you were.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered, causing you to smile against his chest and hug him tighter.

You walk back into the reception with a slight limp, pretending as nothing happened, and tell Joe you are going over to Sophia for a bit. Joe nodded and said he’d be grabbing you both something to eat.

You walk over to her table and slide into the chair next to her, flashing her a giddy smile.

“How does it feel to be a Wifey,” you questioned.

She laughs, “Very Fun,” while looking over at you. She looks carefully at you, noticing your smudged lipgloss and slightly messy hair. Your radiant smile and limp told her everything she needed to know.

“Looks like you had a little bit of your own fun,” she winks. “I saw that limp,”. Your face immediately turns red at the fact that she figured it out. How could she not? This girl has known you longer than anyone, of course she could tell when something was up, good or bad.

You heave a sigh, “I don’t know what about him makes me so-,” you pause as you can’t find the right word to finish the sentence.

“Down Bad?” Your friend says.

You stay silent for a few seconds, “Yeah. Down Bad.” You smile as you look over at your boyfriend who was currently balancing two plates of food in his hand for you both.

“I see the way he looks at you, you know. It’s like you’re the only person in the room for him,” she says. “He looks at you like you are the most valuable diamond,”.

You blush while you think about the countless times you’d find Joe deeply staring at you whenever you were talking. “Yeah, he does do that doesn’t he,”.

“And I also see the way you look at him,” she adds.

“What do you mean, how do I look at him?”.

“Well other than looking like you want to pounce on him every 5 minutes,” she giggles. “You look at him like he’s the one,”.

You are surprised by what she says. The one? You’d only been officially dating for 4 months, was he really the one? He made you feel things that you haven’t felt in forever and even things you’d never felt before. He made you feel seen and he made you feel loved. You were so lucky to have found something special with him, but was he going to be the one? Did he even want you to be the one?

“Sophia, we’ve been dating for 4 months,” you nervously laugh.

“And?” She questions. “I know it’s early, but I’ve seen you look happier with Joe in the past few months than I saw you with your ex who you were with for 3 years. He really really really loves you and I can tell that you feel the same way”.

“He’s the one, Y/N. Trust me, I can feel it,” she adds as you look back over at Joe, who flashes you a warm smile, setting off butterflies in your stomach.

“Yeah,” you say softly. Maybe he was the one. God, you wanted him to be the one.

You hear her let out a loud laugh, “See what I mean! Even across the room, look at you two!”.

You turn over and playfully push her arm. “Y’all are sooo down bad for each other,” she teases. You break out into a fit of laughter as you spend a few more moments talking to her about the wedding and the brunch tomorrow before getting up and joining your boyfriend once again.

“What was that about?” He questions.

“Ohhh nothing,” you say. The playful tone in your voice makes Joe slightly suspicious but he decides not to question it. Festive music fills the room as you both sit and eat your delicious meals while watching all the couples fill the dance floor.

Joe hears the song change from upbeat to slow; “Can’t Help Falling In Love,” playing softly in the background. This song was another song that was special for you both.

He meets your eyes before standing up. You were confused at why he was getting up since you were both comfy the way you were sitting now, and you both certainly were not about to dance. Joe never danced in public as the only time he would slow-dance with you was in private. You didn’t mind though, it felt more natural and intimate that way. The song currently playing was one of your favorites to dance to.

He extends his hand out and says, “Y/N, would you like to dance with me?”.

You feel like he’s messing with you so you don’t say anything for a few seconds, but he remains in the same position so he means business.

“I would love to dance with you,” you say as he grabs his hand and leads you to the dance floor.

His hands wrap around your waist as yours hang from his neck, and your warm bodies find themselves pressed together once again.

“You look gorgeous,” he says quietly while swaying you to the beat of the song.

You blush, “You’ve told me that like 50 times today,”.

“And I’ll do it 50 more,” he says while raising his brows.

“Only you could be so romantic not even an hour after rearranging my guts,” you whisper as he pulls you closer, if that was even humanly possible.

“You just have this effect on me Y/N,” he says. “Got me feeling down bad every minute of every day,”.

Your heart skips a beat at his words. “Have you been talking to Sophia?” you question.

“I mean, Yeah, it is her wedding,” he says while shrugging his shoulders.

“No, I mean about us?” you ask.

“A little, but not anything in particular. Is something wrong?” he says, his face turning solemn.

“No, No. Nothings wrong. It’s just she’s been going on the entire weekend about how down bad we are for each other,” you giggle, his grip on your waist becoming tighter.

“To be fair, she isn’t wrong. You make me do things and feel things that I never knew I could be capable of,” he says, once again staring deeply into your soft eyes. Your heart beating so incredibly fast as it felt like it was just you two dancing on the floor.

“Joe,” you whisper, your face moving closer to his.

“I’m so lucky to have you Y/N. You have no idea,” he says before pulling you in for a sweet kiss.

Your lips fit perfectly against his as you stay like that for a few seconds before breaking away, “I can’t help falling in love with you,” you say, reciting the lyrics of the song playing while you two are dancing.

“I love you, so fucking much. If this is what they call down bad, then fuck yes I’m down bad for the love of my life,” he says.

A huge grin appears on your face, “Love of your life?” you question.

“Mhm,” he says as he pushes your head into his chest. “Take this as a preview of what our first dance will be like at our wedding,” he says. “Same song and everything,”.

You feel tears pool in your eyes as you look back up at him, “Really? You wanna marry me?”.

He smiles and says, “Down the road, absolutely. You are exactly what I’ve been waiting for in my life. If you think I’m gonna let that go, maybe I need to do a better job of showing it”.

Your heart felt like it was about to explode. He wanted to be the one just as much as you did.

“If you were to do more to show your love than you already did, I think I would drop dead,” you tease.

“Hey, that is not funny,” he deadpans.

“Oops, Sorry Mr. Serious,” you say as you kiss his cheek.

“Well, for future reference, I like princess cut,” you smile, causing him to break his serious expression and let out a hearty laugh. Your head finding its way back to his chest as you continued dancing.

The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them entwined in a dance that seemed to last for eternity. The room was alive with laughter and chatter, but to them, it was as if they were the only ones in the world.

As the song came to an end, they held each other closer, never wanting to let go. The warmth of their love enveloped them, filling their hearts with a sense of pure bliss and contentment.

And in that magical moment, as they whispered sweet nothings into each other's ears, they knew that their love would always be the music that guided them through life's dance, forever intertwined and inseparable.

–The End–

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circle-with-me · 30 days

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make me feel like a god - noah sebastian x g/n reader

pairing: noah sebastian x g/n reader (no use of pronouns)

content warning/tags: 18+ MDNI!! handjob, spit as lubricant, use of sex toys (anal plug), overstimulation, whining/whimpering noah gets his own warning <3

word count: 1.6k

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author’s note: this idea came from a fun little fever dream i had when i was sick with strep throat last week. so, shout out to fever dreams, i guess.

dividers by @saradika-graphics

Noah mentioned the idea to you in passing. It came a few days after the two of you had spent an evening together watching porn. One particular video had a man using an anal plug during sex. A vibrating plug, specifically.

As you watched together, you noticed how it intrigued him. How sensitive it made the man on the screen, the intensity of his orgasm. By the end of it, he had hit replay and pulled you on top of him, desperate to be inside of you.

So when he sidled up to you in the kitchen a couple of days later, you had to hide your knowing smile. He struggled with his words, wringing his hands together like it was the world’s biggest favor. It broke your heart a little, knowing he was so nervous to ask you for something he wanted.

Finally, he managed to ask. He told you he had been thinking about it all week, making sure he really wanted to do this. He had done research. How he needs to prepare, the best kind of lubricants, even the best toys for beginners.

Once he’s finished you sneak down to the hallway closet. You pull a small black gift bag out and return to the kitchen quietly. Noah gives you a quizzical look as you sit the bag down but he opens it without question. His eyes bug out of his head when he realizes you’re already one step ahead of him.

“It’s simple.” You say, bumping your hip into his. “Nothing fancy. The shop owner said to start small.”

It was indeed simple. A black slender device with a flared base about 3.5” in length. Noah comments on the different speeds and pulses. You look over them together and he seems elated. You can’t help but feel excitement pool in your belly.

Noah nearly shoots through the ceiling when you ask if he wants to try it out. He tightly grabs the bag and bounds up the stairs to shower, but not before kissing you on the cheek.

Nearly an hour goes by and you’re getting worried. You consider going up there to check on him but you don’t. If he needed help he would ask. Plus, you know how he is, if he said he’s researched it he’s definitely a pro by now.

No sooner do you finish your thought does he call down the stairs for you.

He’s sitting in the chair by his desk when you enter your room, wearing nothing but his boxer shorts. He sees you watching him and flashes a nervous, crooked smile at you, your heart fluttering in response.

“Are you ready, baby?”

Noah nods, straightening himself in his seat.

“Yeah, it’s um… it’s in. I haven’t turned it on. I was going to let you do that.” He stretches his arm out to hand you the remote and you take it. He looks at you expectantly as he glides his fingers down your leg.

“Do you want to stay here or move to the bed?”

He considers the question for a moment, looking to the bed and back to you. Eventually he decides to remain in his current position and you nod, bending over him to place the remote directly behind him on the desk. His gentle touches against your thighs become more insistent, dragging you to sit down with him.

Settling onto Noah’s lap, your hands drift into his hair. The locks at the nape of his neck are still damp as you twist your fingers through them. You nuzzle against his neck, inhaling his scent, catching your strawberry shampoo he used in the shower. The fruity notes blended with his own natural musk has your head swimming.

You trace your tongue along the outside of Noah’s ear, feeling him shiver from your touch. As you graze your teeth over his earlobe he whimpers, the chair creaking underneath the two of you as he shifts. He’s so sensitive already.

Tonight is going to be even better than you imagined.

Noah attempts to slot your hips over his but you resist. He tries again and you refuse, focusing on marking up his neck. His frustration is clear but he doesn’t try again. Instead, he lays his head back against the chair giving you more access to explore. His fingers tighten then relax around the back of your neck while his other hand ventures up your shirt.

He whines when you don’t remove your shirt as quickly as he wants and you quietly scold him. He apologizes with the prettiest little pout and you reward him by removing the rest of your clothes, returning to your seat on his lap. His breath catches in his throat when you glide your hips over his, grazing his half-hard cock.

His hands shake as he reaches for your hips to guide them over his own. You allow him to indulge for a moment, getting your own satisfaction out of it as well. It takes all of your willpower to stop, however, reminding yourself that this is about him, not you.

Noah is easily soothed when you ask if he’s ready to turn on the plug. He nods enthusiastically, dragging his lip between his teeth in anticipation. Running your fingers through his hair you ask him if he’s ready. He takes a deep breath and nods, telling you to continue. You grab the remote and hit the button.

Noah's moans quickly mute the quiet pulsating buzz from the device. Every muscle in his body tenses as he gasps for air, reaching out for you desperately. You allow him to pull you close, snaking his arms tightly around your center. He crashes his lips into yours, prying your mouth open savoring your taste. You press the button again, and the vibration speeds up slightly, making him quiver beneath you.

He holds you against him so tightly you find it hard to breathe. Nothing but quiet gasps and whispered curses escape him as he hangs off of your lips, trying to regain his composure.

“Please..” Noah pitifully chokes out. You kiss the sides of his mouth repeatedly in an attempt to coax out his words but it’s of no use. He’s entirely too blissed out to speak. Adjusting yourself on his lap just so, you move your hand between the two of you.

“Shh, baby. I’ll take care of you.”

Sweet words of praise spill from him as you take him in hand. His words are cut off by a moan when you spit on his cock, spreading your saliva along his length. He calls out your name, resuming his praise. Stuttering how good you are to him as he digs into the meat of your thighs.

Noah watches you jerk his cock slowly, begging for you to go faster. Quieting him with a kiss, you ask him to be patient. He tries to relax and be good for you, but you can’t help but notice tears welling up in his gorgeous brown eyes, his desperation evident when he raises them to meet yours.

Saliva pools at the edges of his open mouth and spills onto your hand. You speed up your movements, forcing a strangled whimper from him. Writhing beneath you, he leans back against the chair, head lolling over the headrest.

The orange glow in the room lights up his tattooed body. Beads of sweat glide down his heaving chest. His muscles contract with every new sensation he feels. You watch as his jaw clenches tightly, only to relax again as he cries out for you. The man before you is so strikingly gorgeous everything that surrounds you fades and disappears.

Noah’s efforts to speak come out as incoherent nonsense. Seeing him so completely subdued and in this euphoric state stirs up feelings inside of you so intense you can’t place them. His half-lidded eyes bore into you and it becomes clear to you that he’s surrendered himself to you completely.

You soothe his face with your hand, kissing the tears cascading down his cheeks. The intimate act is in stark contrast to the way your hand is furiously maneuvering over his cock. For all of the beautiful sounds you’ve pulled from him, you get a sense he needs something else. Something in the way his hips stutter into your fist indicates he needs more.

As you whisper into his ear, he nods, a pitiful “mm-hmm” falling from his lips. Reaching for the device behind him, you press the button one last time. Instantly his back arches and he cries out, his warm release erupting up and over your hand. His hands grip your thighs, the sides of the chair, any surface he can find to ground himself.

You talk him through his earth shattering orgasm, uttering praise after praise into ear. His body convulses so violently you’re afraid the chair will fall over. Finally, he begins to come down, body still jolting occasionally with aftershocks. He threads a hand through your hair, blindly searching for your mouth unable to pry his eyes open.

Giggling, you attach your lips to his and he sighs, bringing you with him as he melts into the chair. Noah shifts, placing his hand between the two of you and you gasp when he touches you. He grunts, feeling how affected you are from your activities.

“Baby…” Noah breathes. “Let me return the favor.”

As tempting as it is, you turn his attention to the mess the two of you have made and he chuckles, agreeing that it needed to be dealt with first. Once he regains feeling in his legs you run to the shower to get cleaned up, making sure to bring the remote with you.

#noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian x gender neutral reader #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian smut #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens smut #fic: make me feel like a god #noah sebastian #bad omens #bad omens band #bad omens cult #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian fanfic

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jackmanbj · 7 months

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earrings

you and jack just got back from the studio. jack was recording a new song for a single and he wanted you to hear it you both had been there for hours so you were beyond tired.

you went to the bathroom, brushed your teeth and got undressed and ready for you shower.

“baby can i shower with you?” “of course j”

you and jack had just finished washing yourself’s off and jack asked you to wash his hair.

you started in his hair when you realized his earring were missing

“j, wheres your earrings?” “what do you mean? there right he-“ jack started feeling his ear and feeling no earrings “fuck” “jackman! those were expensive!” “i know baby, ill find them when we get out just finish washing my hair please!”

you started washing jacks hair again clearly aggravated, you brought those earrings as a marriage gift so they were extra special, the cost didn’t matter. he lost your wedding gift and that hurt deep.

once you were done washing jacks hair you immediately got out the shower not even bothering to wait for him.

you put on some boxers and a undershirt and laid down and scrolled on your phone until jack came out.

jack put on some sweatpants and went over to sit where you were laying

“baby can you help me look for them?” “fine. but if we cant find them i’m going to hurt you jackman” “stop calling me that!” “jackman thomas harlow. you have 30 seconds to start looking for them damn earrings.” “yes ma’am”

jack started looking in the drawer, under the bed, in the bathroom, and in the sheets, thats when it hit him, he lost your wedding gift. the gift that cost 3.5 thousand dollars.

once you seen him struggling you got up and started helping him look

“jack did you leave them at the studio?” “no, i don’t take them out” “yea but you play with them when you write, they could have fell out” “are you coming with me to go look?” “i really shouldn’t. when we find them don’t put them in, give them to me” “what?! why?!” “jackman. you cant keep up with shit obviously! you just lost your ring so, until i see you can keep up with shit your getting fake ones. now lets go” “but..” “lets go for you go by yourself, i’m not in the mood”

you and jack were half way at the studio and jack was begging you to change your mind about the fake jewelry but you weren’t bugging. he cant keep up with shit so he doesn’t need it.

simple.

once you and jack got into the studio jack immediately seen them on his notebook.

jack ran to get them and started putting them in his pocket.

“aht! give ‘em here jack” “but i found them!” “and give them here for you lose them again n i beat your ass” “fine”

jack walled over to you and put the earrings in you hands and you quickly put them right in your ear.

“what! how can you wear MY earring?” “cause i can keep up with them, guess who cant? you jackman.”

you and jack both got back home and you put his earrings in your drawer without him noticing.

he would only get then back if he had an important event he had to go to.

#jack harlow x reader #jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow fluff

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mo0dy-succubus · 8 months

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Wordcount: 3.5 k (new record???)

Sugarmommy!soyeonxfemreader, Squirting,multiple orgasms,use of toys,oral sex (both give and receive),fingering,scissors,Praising, roughsex,lingerie,aftercare,fluff???,pure smut/filth

You sigh as you take of your study glasses rubbing your eyes before stretching with a yawn. You looked at the time. 1:30 am. You groan before cutting your desk lamp of and hoping into your bed. Your roommate fast asleep way before you while you were up studying for your finals.

You roll over checking you phone one last time as if you already haven't stayed up long enough. You scroll a bit until you noticed a message from a familiar name.

Jelly💖: Are you still up?

You: yeah I just got done studying and in about to head to bed. I've been working and studying non stop

Jelly wasn't her actual name, her name was Jeon Soyeon your sugar mommy, it's still embarrassing to think about that you had to come to these terms to pay off your classes for college, but she was different, she made you feel happy and comfortable and the amount of money she leaves you is always surprising to you. You turn your phone off until it pings again.

Jelly💖: aww poor baby

Jelly💖: I'll tell you what I'll pick you up after classes and we can go shopping, my treat!

Jelly💖: Now get some sleep see you tomorrow ❤

You smiled before turning off your phone one last time for the night.

You wake up feeling groggy as you find your alarm clock button to turn off the annoying noise coming from it. You notice that your roommate is gone for her 6 am morning classes but left you breakfast with a note on it to eat before you head off to class. You laugh at her cute gesture before eating what she left you in the bag.

You still had time left to shower, brush you teeth and get dress before walking to your first class of the day.

You let your professor blab on and on about an essay coming up due by the end of the week. You couldn't care about it as much as you were pretty good with essays and writing them. You get a message from soyeon saying she'll be here soon to pick you up. You smile, happy that it was your last class.

After your two hour class you got up to head to the front of your university. There you see a hot red Lamborghini pull up infront of you. The window rolls down and you automatically smile at the sight you see.

"Hey babe"soyeon said smiling softly at you. You smiled shyly before pulling open the car door and getting in. "Soooo how was school?" Soyeon said putting the car in drive and pulling off. "Ugh where do I even start..." you say, groaning at the thought of your upcoming work assignments you have. "Haha yep that's college for ya, I can get you a tutor if you want" she says looking at the road ahead of her.

"No thanks it's fine really you've already done enough for me" you say blushing. "No no I insist really" . "Soyeon, the shopping spree is fine enough I can assure you!" You smiled sweetly. Soyeon parks the car arriving at the mall and kisses you before unlocking the door.

You step out and begin walking to different stores in the mall picking up anything you found cute and stylish, you would even have to pick it up half of the time soyeon would just notice it for you and would buy it with just the swipe of her card.

Store after store you the bags piled up, you were having a blast, stress-free and relaxed you and soyeon were laughing and having such a good time. "Hey is it ok if we go somewhere I've been meaning to buy something from Victoria secret" soyeon says "I promise one last stop then we can leave theses heels are killing me from walking around so much" she said with a small laugh.

"Sure of course, I just want you to know that I had a great time with you" you say following her. "No problem" she smiled softly before kissing you on the lips. God her perfume was so intoxicating you wanted to kiss her more and more but soon pulled away from the pda that was happening.

You follow soyeon in curiosity in the store she wanted to go to and there you saw it. A lingerie store. Of fucking course. The store she chooses is the store made to make women like you feel insecure. The Victoria secret model like bodies made you nervous about your own looks. Soyeon must have noticed your worried expression because she spoke. "you don't have to go in I just need a new pair of panties and a bra". "Oh no! it's fine! It's just- well- I'm not use to it that's all.." you say walking in. "We won't be here long promise! Like 10 minutes top!" You nod following her just scrolling down while soyeon checked out the store.

You saw her pick up things here and there and go to the counter to pay for her items before signaling you that yall can leave now. You look at the bag of item she just bought curious about what she got."Soooo what did you get?" You say. "Not much just a few things, nothing special" she said. You pout a bit from the lack of response but ignore it. You and soyeon put the bags in the car before driving off to her place.

You only been over at soyeons place a few times but the size of her house always amazed you. You both scramble in through the door setting down the loads of bags you had down in the living room. "Phew...that was a work out haha" soyeon said taking of her glasses and putting her car keys down. "Are you hungry, do you want something to eat?" Soyeon said. "A bit ill eat whatever you want!". "Ok! Give me a moment I'll be back" soyeon said grabbing her phone to order take out before coming back to where you were.

"It's gonna take a while they said ugh people are so slow" she said. "Hey, can you do something for me, I picked out some stuff I wanted to try out and I want your opinion" soyeon said. "Sure I would love to see what you picked out" you say excited to see designer clothing. "Great I'll be back! Ok?" Soyeon said hastily grabbing all the bags with items she got for herself.

You wait on the couch to see what clothes she got always interested in her fashion choices. You waited a minute or so before soyeon called out. "Ready???" You close your eyes excited to see her. "Yep!!". Soyeon walked out infront of you and you opened your eyes.

Automatically taken back by the sight you saw. No no no this was not a clothing haul this was more of an undergarment one. The matching panty and Bralet set she had on made you hot deep inside your core. "You like it??? It was only half off!!" She said her voice excited to show you almost as if she was oblivious to your horny gaze on her.

"Ok I'll show you the next set I'll be back in a jiffy" soyeon said leaving you but couldn't help peaking over the couch arm to watch her ass jiggle with each step she took. "Fuckk..." you sigh rubbing your thighs together the heat in your pussy growing more making you burn up. "Ok here is the next one" she said, it was like the outfit just got Sexier and sexier. "It's very soft and sweet plus it's yellow my favorite color too, but I think the last one is my favorite!" Soyeon walks off before you could even comment on her outfit.

Dazed and overwhelmed with a blush spread across your face the throbbing sensation in your pussy couldn't be satisfied. With a shaky hand you reach down to your clothed clit giving it a firm rub. You let out a small groan feeling some relief. You wanted to keep going oh so bad only to be intrupted and the sound of a doorbell chiming. "Y/n can you get that I'm not decent yet" soyeon shouted from the room.

"Y-yeah I got it!" You stand up frustrated from lack of touch before opening the door and receiving the food you ordered. You thanked the guy and bowed slightly before closing the door only to turn around and see soyeon more exposed then before. You look her up and down noticing her new out she 'loved oh so much'.

It was a pearl G-string and "bra"(considering it has no cups, isn't even a full bra she was basically borderline naked leaving her perky breast in full view). "I-w-ow" you say. Soyeon smiled walking over to you and grabbed the bag of food in your hand and put it down on the table before dragging you by your hand back you the living room. There she pushed you onto the couch before straddling your lap kissing you deeply. Who are you to deny a sexy older woman coming onto you and kissing you. "I saw you eyeing me you dirty girl~" soyeon said her voice wicked and sultry like.

"Fuckk I can't resist your body you are so hot I-". Soyeon cuts you off kissing you before pulling away "Let's just make love already I don't know how much I can wait" the eagerness in her voice only turned you on more. You begin kissing soyeon sloppily moving down to her neck almost gripping every inch of her body. Down to her exposed breast down to her ass. You tug on the g- string causing the pearls to rub against her bare clit causing soyeon to moan out. You felt the wetness from her pussy dripping in your thigh from anticipation.

You pull down the straps of her top biting her shoulder and nipping at her breast. You flip soyeon around so that her chest is up against the couch and her back facing you. You take a long lick of soyeon. Licking and Biting where she had her lotus tattoo to the back of her neck, to the back of her ear kissing, Licking and biting her ear lobesending chills down her spine. " Oh fuck..." soyeon said. You slowly grinded your clothed bottom half against her trying to create friction between you two of you.

You step away allowing soyeon to get up and watch you as you strip down being almost as exposed as she was. You begin kissing her soft lips again as you slowly inch down more and more between her legs. Soyeon bites her nail smiling a bit as she feels you slip the G-string to the side allowing you more access to her cunt. You lick your lips as you see a string of arousal connectioning from the pearl G-string to her pussy.

You smile looking at her sopping wet cunt pulsating in need of touch. Her pussy glistening in the light from the living room lamp. You kiss her thighs leaving soft bites on her smooth silky legs. You let out a sigh of air against her clit and a small shudder. Once you felt like you done enough foreplay and teasing you took a small lick of her sex going up to her special bundle of nerves. "Mmm.." soyeon said her mouth letting out a small whimper. You do your best cleaning the clear slick pouring out of her tight hole before using your tongue to prode at it.

"Fuck baby don't stop~..." soyeon letting out and low but audible groan. Your nose presses up against soyeons clit sending more pleasure throughout her body leaving her legs trembling for more. You pull away, the arousal from her soaked cunt connecting to your tongue only getting you more horny for her, like her juices were an aphrodisiac for you. Soyeon lifts her hips slightly allowing you to fully take off her G-string and to toss it to somewhere irrelevant for now before diving back in kissing her clit and licking her leaking cunt. Soyeon then trembles in your mouth before cumming unannounced

You climb ontop of her kissing her before circling a finger on her clit before slipping it in. Soyeon moans into your mouth before biting your bottom lip softly. You stick in another finger stretching her out more surprised by how tight she was. You remove your fingers admiring her clear and white-ish fluids she left on you before lifting one of her legs up to nuzzle in-between her legs, you positioned yourself accordingly so that your clits come into contact with each other.

You moan a sigh of pleasure as your sensitive bud rubs against hers. "Soyeonie~" you moan out as she takes initiative to hold your hips down and to move against your body. "God this feels so amazing~" soyeon say, her face in complete bliss. Since soyeon was more of not laying down while you were over her it gave her perfect access to your exposed tits.

She kissed all over your soft chest, her lipstick staining your tits, leaving gentle bites,marks,and kisses, claiming you as hers." You are so cute covered in my lipstick baby~" she whispered seductively into your ear. You man in pleasure, both yours and soyeons wetness mixing together. "Keep going~" you beg out reaching your climax. Soyeon rubs against your clit a bit more harshly essentially ripping an orgasm out of the both of yall. You came squirting on soyeons pussy and inner thigh as she returnedthe same."Ahh~" you moan feeling the tension that built up in your stomach calm down a bit before moving off of soyeons shaking body.

"I want more,your body is so beautiful" soyeon said, she held your hand leading you to the bedroom. Soyeon pushes you down on the bed. "Shh~ stay here I'll be back~" soyeon says kissing your lips a few times before walking into her closet. The rush of sexual adrenaline courses through your veins craving her touch more by the second thankfully it wasn't to long before soyeon had came back. Ah that familiar strap-on the one she always used, the one that would fill you all up completely making you feel full making you moan in pleasure. The one you were forced to gag on and take whole.

"You know what to do baby girl~" she said. You dropped to your knees without her having to say anything to you. You lick your lips the begin bobbing your head back and forth getting your sugar mommy's strap all wet with your spit. Soyeon played with your hair gently as you looked her at her with big doe eyes for her to use you. She grips the back of your head shoving her cock to the back of your mouth causing tears to flow from your eyes and saliva to gather at the corners of your mouth.

The silicone tool forcing its way back you choke and gag around her a bit more before she finally pulled away. "Aww my baby sucking mommy off like she has a real dick in her mouth such a slut for me hmm?" . You nod at soyeons comment, your heat growing from her use of words on you. You get up on the bed before turning around and lifting your ass up as high as possible making your best arch (which was relatively good).

Soyeon strokes her cock before pushing into you without leaving any inches of her cock left out of you. "Fuckk~" your eyes flutter open and closed feeling her fill you up so fast. Soyeon smirks before moving her hips into your cunt. God she felt amazing. You clamped around her fake cock basically trapping her inside you

"You are so tight holy shit" soyeon said moaning like it was really her you were clenching around. Soyeons thrust only because faster to break free of your powerful grip. "hahh~" you moan out feeling soyeons tip kiss the entrance of your cervix. It was like soyeon knew what your body needed because she was always good at any sex position she had you in. Your hips began to match up with soyeons as she kept delivering you backshots like there was no tomorrow.

Soyeon rests a firm grip on your ass as well for support and a better leverage to smash into you. "M-ommy~ don't stop~" you say feeling your second orgasm. Soyeon goes faster your ass colliding with her thrust.

Soyeons hands travel all over your body, squeezing your marked tits and tweaking your nipples. "H-holy shit~!!" You moan out trembling as your orgasm finally washed over you. Squirting over soyeons cock as she continues pumping into you helping you ride out your orgasm. "Ha~ haa~ fuckk~" you says as your orgasm and trembling body subside. Soyeon steadily pulls out of you carful not to over stimulate you to much before flipping you over and speading your thighs open for her tongue to lick your wet folds.

"Mmm~" soyeons moans against your clit sending powerful vibrations of pleasure through your body. "S-oyeonie~" you whimper out. "I-it's too m-much~" you say extremely overwhelmed and overstimulated. " I know baby just hold out a bit longer" she says her words innocent and sweet but her eyes shrouded and covered with pure lust and desires. Soyeon pulls back to remove the strap on before slipping her tongue back into you.

Soyeons hand travel back to her own heat as she rubs her clit a bit before slipping her middle and ring finger inside herself, the pleasure of her being filled up causes her to moan into your clit while she ate you out causing you to mewl and whimper again. Soyeon soon tires to ease the pain by kissing your inner thigh lovingly before going back to tongue fucking you. Pleasure soon becomes constantly as you grip onto her hair pushing her down more into your pussy.

Her fingers moving rapidly in and out over her while her mouth is still fixated on your cunt. "Fuck~! fuck~!! fuck~!!!" You say reaching your orgasm way faster this time before squirting onto soyeons face cumming harder than ever before tonight. Soyeon managed to catch your fluids in her mouth before pulling away and standing over your tired and exhausted body before spraying directly on your face as you open your mouth trying to get in all in your slutty mouth.

A loud moan is ripped out of her as she continues squirting directly onto you. You are a bit taken back by hard she was cumming right now but soon her orgasm stopped and soyeon got from over your face. The fluids from soyeons body you got in your mouth you soon snowballed into her mouths as she let out the last bit of her bodily fluids in her mouth onto your tits kissing it a few more times before lying down beside you.

This was probably the best sex you had in a while you were disheveled but were relieved when you wasn't the only one who looked like a wreck. Soyeon looked just as bad if not worse than you, her lipstick smudged,her bangs clinged to her forehead from sweating. "Damn..." soyeon huffed out catching her breath still. "That was..amazing" you say your face completely flushed red not sure if it was you blushing or because your body was hot.

Soyeon rolled over to you holding you so you can snuggle into her chest. The room was silent as yall both just laid their exhausted and almost dead to the world. Soyeon soon got up and walked to the bathroom. You waited and watched her as you heard water running from the bathroom. Soyeon came back and helped you to the bathroom, and there you saw the tub filled up with whole bunch of bubbles and suds. "You can get in I'll be back in a second" soyeon says before leaving. You turn around before getting into the tub full of bubbles.

Soyeon came back with two glasses of wine and the food yall ordered on plates, you assumed that she most have warmed the food back up as it would be nearly impossible for food to still be hot after how long yall had sex for. Soyeon rest the two glasses on the side of the tub before getting in with you. You pick up your plate of food and ate the meal. Happy to have something in your stomach after a while. Soyeon bring the chopstick she was using to eat with towards your mouth giving you a bite of her food. "You eat so well baby" she smiled softly. "Thank you" you say between chewing.

You smiled at how gently she could be during aftercare being carful with you like you were a porcelain doll. Soyeon helps clean you up after she gets done with her self so she could focus more on you. She gets out and gets dressed and changes the sheet while she was at it. After she was done she helped you get dress and go to bed too. Soyeon kisses your lips softly as yall both rest after a long day.

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Baby Honey (3)

in which Y/N is visiting home, Harry is jealous and everyone is confused

(A/N- This chapter was getting too long so I divided it into two part, 3.5 will be up on tuesday)

[Warnings- ANGST, arguing, swearing like a lot, vomiting, nausea, fainting, body shaming, tiny bit slut shaming, insecurities, mommy issues...it's a whole jammed pack chapter]

Masterlist \\ Part 3 ig

Turned out crying your eyes out in the middle of street on a blazing cold night can get you sick. Surprise to no one else but you!

It's had been 4 days or maybe more you didn't know. When you calmed down on Sunday night (or Monday morning) and walked back home it was almost 2 am. You had no energy to do anything so with puffy eyes and numb limbs you took off your shoes and fell on the bed with same clothes and slept.

You slept like a baby until you heard someone banging on the door. You knew who it was but you didn't have any intention to talk to him.

You stayed still in your bed like your movement would tell him you were inside which was dumb cause, of course, he knew that's why he was banging on the door first place. You just laid there under the warm duvet a bit too warm but you felt like you couldn't move. Your body was covered in sweat, your lips were chipped and dry, and your eyes were puffy and burning.

You somehow found enough strength to take off your hoodie and turn to lie on your back. The cold air hitting your naked skin felt like heaven but soon a chill ran down your spine and you were pulling the duvet up to cover yourself.

The knocking on the door went on for 2 days at regular imtervals. It would start in morning around 8 am and would stop half an hour later and then there would a drunk falling of your name in evening probably him coming home from work. You hated seeing him like this but you also had to protect your heart.

Monday was spent by him ringing your phone and leaving message after message to the point you switched off your phone which was not an intelligent move cause you almost passed out while trying to make tea. Tuesday was the same; nothing got better, neither your cold nor broken friendship nor the calling and banging on the door.

You were angry. A lot angry and it was not mainly because he slept with her cause yes, you don't like her and yes, it hurt a lot to see her standing there in his tshirt, with messy hair. Thinking about what they could've been doing moments before made you nauseous. You were used to it though. It was earlier in friendship you realized Harry was beautiful and everyone could see it not only you. He wasn't yours to possess over.

What made you angry was that he lied. He lied about going out with boys to the bar. At first, you thought maybe they found each other at a bar or something, in denial that your best friend could ever hurt you like that but when you opened Instagram and saw a bunch of pictures of them being all touchy in a restaurant, you knew.

You hated being lied to and he knew that. You told him about every moment you were lied to by your parents and how much it hurt and he still did it. He put your friendship at stake to go on a date with her and that broke your heart what broke your heart more was the fact that he loved her so much that he was willing to lose you. The mere thought of losing him bought tears to your eyes.

Every small moment you ever had with him played in your head like a movie. The cuddling during the movies, him putting hands around your shoulder rubbing slightly during sad parts to let you know he was there, calming you down whenever you cried for no reason, telling you that you look pretty even if you're in the oldest rattiest t-shirt with eyebags under your eyes. Was it all a lie?

It was third day you properly tried to get up from bed not just to use toilet or eat plain bread. You got up and took a nice hot shower changed your clothes and it felt a lot better. You tried to make yourself some omelet but ended up with scrambled eggs. You smiled at the thought of how if Harry was there he would've teased you to no end about it but would have never let you eat the half cooked and somehow also burned eggs.

You ate your breakfast but to no gain cause soon enough you were throwing up again and your fever was back. So back to bed it was.

On the fourth day of you being sick and mopping that you decided to call your sister. Your sister was a mother hen much like Harry, she was more of your mother than your actual mother could've been. Before you could call you heard someone open the door to the apartment and only one person had keys to your apartment, Bella.

"Oh poor baby" She dropped her purse and what you could make out was a bag full of groceries and walked towards you pulling you into a hug.

"Fuck off" you grumbled, her strong grip on your body making it hard to breathe. Being sick made you grumpy every since you were a kid. You hated being in one place so, whenever you would catch cold or hurt yourself whole time you would sit around house with pout on face snapping on anyone who came.

Bella was immune to it. She didn't care how snotty your tshirt was or that she could get sick from you no, she would be there next to you cuddling you. It felt nice but you would never tell her that.

She snorts shaking her head. "Come on up" She helped you sit up on bed with pillows behind your back. "Why didn't you call me?" She asked her eyes flicking between yours.

"I'm fine" You mummbled averting your gaze, picking up on skin around your nails. She takes your hand in hers to stop you from ruining your cuticles.

"Y/N" She said using her mom voice making you sigh. "Harry was worried about you. He said you are not picking up his calls for past 3 days" You scoffed rolling your eyes. She took out some medicines from purse and gave them to you. You swallowed the pills with water on your bedside table.

"What's that supposed to be about" Bella asked you pointing towards your attitude. You turned to face her and saw her eyebrows furrowed with piercing gaze on you. It's the first time since she came here that she saw your eyes, they were red like you haven't been sleeping, the bags under your eyes were dark and swollen. Your visions turned blurry as soon as she asked.

Bella quickly scrambled towards you cuddling you into her side. "He lied to me" You said with broken voice. "I have already been lied to so many people, why did he also got to be on that list" You were fully crying now. You told her everything in between hiccups and breaths. By the time you were done your body was exhausted.

Maybe it was cause you finally got everything off your chest or maybe it was medicines effect or maybe it was the comforting warmth of your sister but you fell into deep sleep.

Bella walked out of your room after tucking you in and wiped her eyes. She hated seeing you cry, you were like her little baby. She texted Matt and told him she was staying at yours until you got better. He told her he would be there to visit you after work and would bring some change clothes for her also.

Bella decided to cook some food knowing you would be hungry after waking up. She cleaned the dishes in sink first and then started preparing some soup for you when her phone rang. Thinking it was Matt facetiming she picked it up and perched it up against the toaster and resumed her cooking.

"Hello" Harry's voice rang through the silent apartment. Bella went stiff for a second having all mind to start yelling at him but refrained herself.

"What do you want Harry?" She said without even looking at the phone screen. She heard Harry sigh on the other side of line probably running hand through his hair.

"How is she? Why wasn't she answering me?" He asked, from his coice she could tell he was concerned and a part of her wanted to end call but she couldn't.

"Fine now. She had really bad fever, I think she caught cold" She said turning off the gas to talk to him. "And even if she wasn't sick I don't think she would have answered you anyway"

"She told you?" He asked and she just replied with small 'yes'. "Look I didn't mean to lie and I didn't even knew-"

"Save it Harry" Bella cut him off, "I'm not the one you should be apologizing to" She told him.

"She won't talk to me! How am I supposed to apologize or tell my side of things?" He said increasing his voice earning a glare from her. Even though phone she terrified Harry.

"And you think telling me would solve things? I'm not going to play cupid here, you made your mess now clean it. She will talk to you when she wants to" With that she ended the call.

She knew it was a bullshit lie when she said she wouldn't be playing cupid cause ofcourse she will. She knew her sister loved Harry and Harry loved her sister everyone knew that apart from them or maybe they knew but were too afraid to admit.

Her phone started ringing again just after she put it down flashing the same name with silly picture. "What now H?" She sighed.

"Can I see her please? Don't have to talk just- want to see if she's okay-I" He stubbled over finding right words to say. He just wanted to see you, it felt like dying being ignored by you not seeing your face. He needed his daily dose of Y/N.

Bella gave him a nod and walked towards your room cracking door open a bit. Bella flipped the camera and his screen showed you pretty face smushed against the pillow, lips slightly parted with drool running down your face it made him smile, but then he also saw the puffiness and redness of your face made his smile fall.

If this was you better he didn't want to imagine how you would have looked before. His heart was hurting and he was trying so hard not to cry cause he was at work and his cubicle was made of glass and all the employees would see their boss cry.

He fucked up real bad he knew that. He just hoped you would give him a last chance.

*****

You were lot better the next day. Still a bit weak from little to no eating and throwing up all that did go inside you. Bella went office after making breakfast for you and herself promising to check up on you on her way back.

You took shower, brushed your teeth and did your whole skincare. You were stripping sheets off your bed when your phone rang. For a second you thought it was Harry and thought of talking to him made you sad but when you picked it up and it was your mum, you wished it was Harry.

"Hello" She spoke on the other side of call, "Hello mom" You replied with the most uninterested tone in world.

"Oh such a pleasure to hear the excitement in your voice darling" You mom said sarcastically. You rolled your eyes and laid down on bed.

"What do you want mom?" You asked pinching the bridge of your nose. You knew she wouldn't have called you if it isn't something in favour of her. Mostly you get news about your mom from your sister cause 'she thought my sister would tell me so she didn't feel need to tell herself' when in reality she forgot she had two daughters not one.

"Why? I can't call to talk to my daughter?" She asked getting defensive. You laughed a genuine loud laugh left you mouth your hand flew to your mouth muffling the sound.

"Sure mom. When's my birthday?" You asked chuckling.

"I called you cause I want you home by evening" She said ignoring the question. You twisted your head upward to look at the digital clock on bedside table. It was 10 in morning you have to be out of the house by 11 if you wanted to be there on time.

"Why?" You asked sitting up on bed. You leaned forward staring at the brown floorboards making mental lists of things you will need. You could argue all you wanted but there was still fear of her inside you which made you dare not to disobey her.

"Nothing I just want my kids home" She said, "You sister will be here tomorrow morning" And with matter-of-fact statement she said goodbye and ended the call. You cursed your sister, she always got out of this because she had "real job" and you didn't.

*****

It was pain in ass to rent a car last minute but you finally succeeded. You quickly packed up necessary amount of clothes, some makeup and basic skincare. You put on a oversize light blue swearshirt over white highneck and some black flare pants with white sneakers.

Your phone lit up as your alarm went off, you took your purse and you were out of your door before you knew it. It was a little more than 6 hours drive to your mom's house, so on your way you also took some strawberries with you to eat as snack.

You picked up the car and threw you bag in trunk and your purse in backseat. You connected your phone and put spotify on shuffle, Tornado Warning by Sabrina Carpenter started playing and you thought if universe was always like this or being special bitch to you today.

You stopped at red light in front of Harry's apartment building and for reason you hoped the lights would be on but they weren't. He was probably at work. Was he overworking? He had tendency to do that whenever he was stressed or trying to avoid something and seeing as he was drunk you were worried. For a second you thought maybe he was at her place and thought made you want to crawl out of your skin.

You didn't realize you were crying until a car honked behind you and your vision was all blurry. You quickly wiped your eyes and drove.

On other hand Harry was a nervous mess on work. He was helping his father with his buisness until his music carrier becomes stable enough. He had a lot to do so, soo much paperwork but all he could think was you.

Was you fever better? Did you eat? What if you fainted again and cracked you head open who would save you? Random thoughts were going through his brain. He stood up from his chair and decided to take a breather, maybe he will call Bella and ask about you again.

Sun was setting down when you saw the familiar place come nearer and nearer. You saw the park, the houses you went to play. You touched up your makeup a bit before nearing your mom's house. Half an hour later you were taking out your bag from thr trunk of car. You ran up the couple stairs to the familiar brown door.

You knocked on door hoping your mom to open it and atleast greet you but no it was Elvin who you saw, your gardener. Both of you exchanged smiles, he took your bag and brought it up to your old room. Atleast your room was same, same yellow walls filled with posters of various movies and bands, a couple photos with your friends and sister hung up, the same bed you spent half of your life on.

You finally decided to look for your mom. Walking down the stairs brought you a sense of deja vu, remembering how the last time you walked down these stairs 4 years ago, how pissed your mom was that you were moving in with your then boyfriend. Atleast she was right about him and you hated it.

Moving in with Jake was nice at first it was a lot of sex and cuddling just happy moments, two teenagers in love but as the time went by things started to get ugly.

First was you noticed how much he used to lie, even small things like breaking glass he would lie about. You didn't mind at first, when he would say you broke the glass or dishes which you clearly didn't you ignored it. Then that progressed to him cheating on you and then accusing you of cheating on him and not loving him enough that he had to search for it outside, bunch of bullshit. Not to mention his constant drinking you could think of a moment he was sober after 6 month mark of moving in.

You found your mom sitting on back porch talking to someone on phone. "Mom" You called out, getting her attention. She turned around saw you standing in middle of porch, she ended the call and walked near you. Both of you didn't know what to do or say, hug? too much, hand shake? it wasn't a bloody office meeting so, you sticked to small smile.

"How are you?" You asked playing with end of your sleeves, you eyes darted down to it noticing she was doing same.

"Been fine. You?" She asked you returning the small smile. "Good" You replied, "The garden is looking good" you complimented filling the awkward silence.

"Yeah, you know Elvin works his magic" she said chuckling. You hummed letting out a breathy laugh. The silence was awkward again both of you ran out of things to say.

"I will go fresh up" You said pointing your thumb towards the stairs.

"Yeah I will call you for dinner" She said quickly and moved towards kitchen. You sighed and went upstairs.

*****

You were sitting on the bed with your back to the headboard with your phone in hand reading the texts from him. The series of texts different variations of sorry's and pleas to hear him out.

You wanted to hear him out but at the same time, you didn't. You wanted him to suffer but you also loved him. You decided to text him back you wrote and then deleted messages multiple times until you sticked to the smile, 'we need to talk' but before you could you heard your mom call you from downstairs.

Harry on the other side saw the three typing bubble pop up and had a flicker of hope burn in him. You were finally replying to him! He jumped from where he was seated in Mitch's apartment knocking off his guitar but then the bubble disappeared and so did his hope.

"Yeah?" You asked walking down. "Can you go out and get some things from the shop around the corner? I would have told Elvin but he went home and it's the least you could do staying here" She said writing something on a piece of paper.

"Sure" You said rolling your eyes. You took the paper from her hand and put on shoes and a coat. The temperature had dropped from before making it a lot chillier.

You shivered slightly wrapping the coat around you tighter, you still had the effect of fever and maybe it wasn't so smart to get out of the house. With quick steps, you walked down the street and saw the familiar bright sign.

The bell above the door rang when you opened the door. You took the basket near the entry and started to pick up items written on the list. You were in a pickle aisle searching for the one your mom asked for when you heard a gasp behind you. You turned around to see Ashton.

"Y/N!" "Ash" Both of you squealed in a high-pitched voice like high school girls. Ashton and you were best friends since middle school considering you both got bullied badly it became something you bonded over but after you left the connection got lost but you were happy to see him.

"Where have you been?" He asked hugging you tightly as you hugged him back.

"Actually I know what you have been up to, I watch your youtube channel" He said. You laughed lightly and broke the hug.

"What have you been up to?" You asked him seeing him shrug. "Same old helping mom with her bakery"

You talked to him for a few more minutes but it was getting late so, both of you decided to part ways. He walked with you outside after paying for the stuff.

"Listen we're all hanging out at the lake, even Rohan is here you need to come" He said.

"Rohan? When did he came back?" You asked.

"Yesterday I think his dad called. All of us are catching up at our old spot, you need to come please" He whined dragging the e. You gave in and said you would be there.

On your way back home your thoughts were all over the place. You, Rohan, Ashton and Serra were all one group, but then Rohan and Serra moved away after their parents got divorced and their mom got custody. Your friend group wasn't the same after that it was one reason you moved away.

You were excited to see everyone though. For a second you forgot about everything with Harry and just thought about how you could have fun like you used to with your childhood friends. Then came nervousness cause what if they had changed? It's been so long people are bound to change but you put that thought aside and slipped your way back home.

*****

Your sister came home in the morning when you were still asleep considering it was six am. You met her when you went downstairs for breakfast, she asked how your fever was and you told her it was good.

"Some guests are coming over I need you both ready before 11" Your mom said. She was already dressed to nine, her hair curled with a long floral dress and makeup a bit up than her regular one.

"Who? You didn't tell us anything?" I asked shoving pancake as fast as you could so you could go and get ready.

"I'm telling you now, be grateful," She said sending you a glare from her spot. "And eat like a human not a pig" She scoffed. Your appetite was last after hearing her so you took your plate and left it outside on the back porch for Charlie to eat (He was an old lady's dog who roams around the neighbourhood asking for pets and food).

You went upstairs and took out the first dress you could find in your bag. Taking a warm shower you put on your dress. It was a short black sundress with red polka dots all over. Doing light makeup you decided to put on some matching lipstick with your dress, it was more of a lip tint.

Your boots clicked on the wooden floor as you walked down. Your sister was wearing a red off-shoulder top with mom jeans.

"Hey we match" You exclaimed looking at her. She laughed and decided to take some pictures. You were looking through the pictures when your mom came out of the kitchen and her eyes went straight at you and she didn't look pleased.

"Seriously?" She said. You looked at her confused, "One day, one day you couldn't wear something appropriate and not slut yourself out" She said, "I have an honourable man gentleman coming over which I wanted you both to meet and my daughter is dressed like a slut"

She was pinching her eyebrows while you stood there taking everything she was saying in. "Can you do one thing right? You were shit at school running around with boys doing lord knows what, then you didn't go to college, hell you can't even find a boyfriend for fuck's sake like make my life easier for a second!"

Your eyes filled up with tears but you didn't let them out. The doorbell rang and your mom scurried towards the door she quickly checked her dress fixing her hair while both you and your sister stood there staring at her like she had four heads.

"What's wrong with her?" Your sister asked. "Lord knows" You replied.

Soon you were seated in the living room, your sister beside you on the loveseat while your mom and the man sat beside each other laughing and talking. You and Bella shifted uncomfortably in your seats not understanding what was going on.

Bella cleared her throat after some time to get mom's attention and it did. She looked between you two and then at the man and smiled.

"Y/N, Bella this is Dev" She introduced him to us. The name was familiar to you like you have seen him somewhere before but you couldn't put your finger on it.

"Nice to finally meet you two your mom talk so much about you," he said smiling friendly.

"I hope it's good things" Bella joked earning laughs from everyone except you. You were adding pieces to your brain and if it was what you think it was you would be pissed.

"And he is here because?" You asked. Your mom glared at you, you knew it was a bit rude but you needed to know.

"He's my fiancé" She said nonchalantly. Your mom hooked her hand around the man's bicep and laid her head on his shoulder and you saw the big ring, how could you miss it?

"You didn't tell us you were dating!" Bella and you said together. Your mom only shrugged like it was no big deal. She always did that, she never cared about anyone but herself. When she and your dad were getting divorced she didn't tell both of you so she could hang it on his head and have things go in her favour but your dad was one step ahead and left you saying she can keep the kids.

It was going to affect your whole life and she just shrugged it off. You didn't care if she dated or not or who she dated but it's the fact she was dating and is now engaged she decided to tell. You will have a stepdad and stepsiblings if he has kids!

"Sorry am I late to the party?" A voice said from the doorway of the living room and your eyes bulged out when you saw him.

"Rohan?" "Y/N?"

*****

How did I write so much? Idk. I think I blacked out writing this. Also I manifested a fever cause I'm burning like I'm in Satan's ass.

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harlowhockeystick · 1 year

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The boy had a really good game tonight

And the only thing he wanted to do was eat you out and absolutely nothing else.

If it was last night, he crawled into bed with you, pressed kisses along your jawline, "Welcome back, how did the game go?"

"It went really good- you didn't watch it?"

"Of course I watched it."

And you flip him on his back and start kissing down his chest until he tells you to stop and when you look up so scared that you did something wrong, he's like, "lay down, darling."

So you do, and he's running his hands down your body and moving your shirt out of the way to press his lips against your breastbone, "So pretty and all for me."

If it's this morning, he's rolling over, while listening to you talk about how there's so much going on today: how you have to do laundry and take a shower before class, and you have to get up NOW and you don't have time. He looks at you, "baby, relax, we'll do it, why don't you take a shower, and I'll start laundry."

"Are you gonna join me?"

And after the shower, it takes some convincing, you really wanna say yes, but you're so stressed out, "Y/N, calm down, you have 3.5 hours before class, you have so much time."

"But-"

"Absolutely none of that," he leans down and starts kissing your shoulder, "just wanna make my baby feel good."

And you cave, he's slow, he's passionate, he's so into it. He smiles when you grab onto his hair and moan out his name, he lets out a giggle when you yell out at him that you're about to cum. He probably chirps you for it when he comes back up to kiss you, "see? Plenty of time left."

-💍

I've been watching a lot of his press conferences and media appearances, and I enjoy that he's so eloquently spoken so I don't have to write him as a buffoon with a vocabulary of 4 words, max

BAAAABE OMGGGGG

To your point- it’s honestly attractive how well spoken he is like idk what it is about a man w a nice voice and good vocab but!!!!! And yes he would wanna have a nice time 🌝 when he gets back from the roadie/games where he did good

but sometimes the nice time is just eating ice cream and watching a movie where he falls asleep 5 minutes into it and now you have a josh asleep halfway on top of you

#my asks #josh giddey #18+#💍

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liam-summers · 7 months

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Driving back and forth to Toronto (3.5 hours each way) 3 weekends in a row has got me fucked up. I swear, my friends and family better throw me a non-wedding, non-baby shower event where they all give me money in envelopes and take my picture for hours.

#jk I love supporting my people but I am TIRED #been packing unpacking repacking my carryon for 2 weeks now and still have one more to go #I simply have no more outfits to wear either #social battery fighting for it’s life #Honda civic is begging for merci

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lizeng · 10 months

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Tips for mom on newborn schedule

My second boy is now over a month old. Having experience taking care of our first child, adapting to the second one doesn't feel as difficult. For around 15 days, he only wakes up once during the night. Around 25 days, he drinks more than 6 oz at night and sleeps through from 11 pm to 5:30 am, giving my husband and me enough rest to stay energized during the day. However, there are some tips I want to note down if other moms ask how I managed it.

The most helpful book I read about newborn schedules is "Doctor Denmark Said it." It's an old book, and some practices may not be well accepted by modern parents. Nonetheless, I believe in its value not only because Doctor Denmark had decades of experience as a pediatrician but also because being a parent has been the oldest role since humans existed. I'm sure parents in the older days or in cultures where moms don't get maternity leave had to raise their baby in a way that didn't sacrifice their own sleep or health.

The most helpful advice I got from the book is the four-hour feeding schedule and keeping the baby awake at night (7-10 PM) before they go to sleep around 10 or 11 pm. However, practicing the above isn't as easy as you might think.

4-Hour Feeding Schedule

Hearing a baby cry so desperately often compels moms to feed their babies right away. Additionally, babies tend to fall asleep during feeding, resulting in inadequate milk intake that cannot sustain them for four hours. In such cases, babies end up snacking and waking up within 1-2 hours because they still feel hungry. Here are my tips for moms to establish a 4-hour feeding schedule:

Don't strictly adhere to the specific times mentioned in the book, such as 6 am, 10 am, 2 pm, 6 pm, and 10 pm. As long as there is a 3.5-4 hour gap between meals, it works perfectly fine to feed the baby at 8:00 am and again around 12:00 noon. For instance, my baby won't sleep until 11:00-11:30 pm, and I'm okay with that.

When the baby cries out of hunger, try to wait for a little while. I usually aim for the next round hour, which helps stretch the time gap between meals gradually. For example, if my baby wakes up at 3:17 pm and cries for feeding, I would comfort him and delay feeding until 3:30 pm. Particularly at night, if he cries for milk around 10:37 pm, I make him wait until 11:00 pm, ensuring he is hungry enough to drink more.

When the baby falls asleep while eating, consider changing the diaper during the feeding session. My baby tends to fall asleep after I feed him one side of my breast. Instead of changing the diaper when he wakes up crying, I usually change it after he falls asleep during feeding. The sudden movement and exposure to the cold air wake him up, making him realize he is still hungry. When he is awake and ready for more milk, I feed him from the other side of my breast. This usually satisfies him afterward.

By following these strategies, moms can establish a 4-hour feeding schedule for their babies, promoting a more regular routine and ensuring their nutritional needs are met.

Keeping Baby Awake after Dinner

This tip plays a significant role in helping babies sleep through the night. However, it can be challenging to keep them awake between 6-10 pm if they are genuinely sleepy. Here's what I usually do:

Allow them to sleep as much as they need before dinner so that their waking hours align with the nighttime.

Give the baby a shower before the last feeding. Regardless of whether they are full or hungry, the shower will awaken them. Extend the shower time to more than 30 minutes.

Engage in skin-to-skin time or tummy time with the baby. These activities can be done right after their shower while they are still awake. Both exercises require the baby to exert effort to lift their head, making them uncomfortable and preventing them from falling asleep.

My baby tends to eat a lot at night, sometimes continuously for 3 hours or consuming 6-9 oz all at once. After feeding him the last meal of the day, he is ready to sleep and won't wake up until 5-6 hours later.

With our first baby, we were extra cautious, and he slept in the same room until he was around 6 months old. Each time the baby made a noise, it would wake me up, and I never had enough rest. For our second baby, here are the things that helped improve our sleep: always allowing the baby to fall asleep on his own without relying on being held, and placing the baby in a separate room at night.

Overall, these tips have been discovered and learned along the way. As time passes, it's easy to forget them. That's why I'm writing them down to benefit more moms who may seek help in the future.

#parenting #mom

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timemachineyeah · 4 months

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braintapes · 1 year

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I know the “10 minute speech to 1000 impressive strangers vs 3.5 hour baby shower with 15 people you vaguely know” poll is over now but I’m obsessed with the sheer intensity of the split in results. I’ve spent the last like 2 hours just browsing the tags. I want to study the brains of people who think three-point-five whole ass hours in a confined setting you cannot leave and where you are Expected to interact, at least a little, with people you don’t know and probably don’t care about, is IN ANY WAY preferable to talking about a topic for 10 minutes to a crowd you’ll never see again and don’t even have to field questions from. just get up on the stage do ur thing leave and forget about it. the audience will probably forget the whole thing in like an hour, tops. there’s NO consequences for bombing. IMMENSELY fascinating to me.

#for me it's like....#there's a defined social script. expectations. etc. in a speech #there's the role of the audience and speaker and there's....there's rules to it!#it's structured! it may be scary but it's like a rollercoaster. once its done its over #but if i have to be at a place i dont want to be for more than like half an hour im crawling up the walls. scratching biting etc.#double hell if it's around people i don't know that well. it's just so awkward and like. THREE POINT FIVE WHOLE /HOURS/?!#THAT'S SO LONG WHAT DO PEOPLE MEAN 'THAT'S NOTHING' WHAT???#i hope this doesnt sound combative i dont mean this in a mean way #im just genuinely baffled

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illicitlimerence-writes · 2 years

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unplanned | c. leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x unistudent!reader word count: 3.5 words request: yes/no by @spngi : "hey!!! can i please request charles angst and fluff imagine? charles leclerc x reader they date and then she finds out she accidentally got pregnant by him. she's freaking out and charles being cute as usual. thanks 💕💕" bestie i am literally so sorry this has been sitting in my inbox for months and i finally got around to writing it. i hope you like it! & by an anon: "hiii I love your writing! so could you write a CharlesxReader where his girlfriend is in uni studying to be a nurse and he always helps her and cheer her and one time they are studying together and he realises that she checks all the symptoms for a pregnancy? if she is pregnant or not that's up to you! thanks 💙" warnings: unplanned pregnancy (pls pls pls practice safe sex), vomiting and mention of other pregnancy symptoms, language, allusions to/mentions of abortion, slight panic attack. if i missed anything please let me know! a/n: yeah i don't know how to feel about this one. it's safe to say i do not have any sort of professional medical education and everything i wrote here is based on some basic five-minute google search i did.

my masterlist

(look at this pretty baby)

the past few weeks had been hell. you’d been having constant headaches and back pains, your mood was erratic and unpredictable. and on top of everything, your finals were coming up.

there was one light at the end of the tunnel, though. charles was finally coming home after a race week. you hadn’t been dating for that long, coming close to the ten month mark, but you fell for him the second he laid eyes on you, the moment he stumbled on his words, a mess of french, english and italian blurring together to create an incomprehensible sentence. he was the sweetest guy you’d ever met.

you got up from the bed, everything hurt as you walked to the bathroom, with the full intention of taking a quick shower and making your apartment presentable in case charles showed up when he arrived in monaco. the problem was, you could barely stand. you felt weak, having to lean on the wall next to you as you stepped towards the bathroom. out of nowhere, you felt intense nausea taking over you, thankfully you’d arrived at the bathroom in time.

getting back to bed was a difficult task. you felt your eyes getting heavy once you made it back, as if blinking was the hardest thing to do at the moment. your bed was full of books. anatomy, diagnosis handbook, physiology, everything you’d been learning for the past six months coming to a stressful end as your finals approached. you’d been spending every waking moment preparing for this exam, sometimes even letting hours upon hours pass before you ate something. maybe that was the reason you were feeling like this, your body was having payback for not taking proper care of it the past few days.

you leaned on your side, throwing the covers over your body, they were still warm from sleeping in them all night, yet somehow, you felt restless.

you’re studying to be a goddamn nurse, you should know what’s wrong with you, the emotional side of your brain said. meanwhile, the logical side rolled its eyes, this is what you get for not taking care of yourself. you didn’t want to listen to either side, so you extended an arm, grabbing the closest book and opening it where you’d left the bookmark, propping it against the pillows so you could catch up on some studying, you couldn’t waste a single second. even though your eyelids felt extremely heavy, you forced yourself to finish a page. or, tried to, at least. when you least expected it, your eyes closed on their own accord and you fell asleep instantly.

charles was getting a little worried. he’d arrived a few hours ago and you hadn’t replied to any call or text he’d sent your way. he hated coming home to an empty apartment, he’d tried many times to convince you to move in with him, but you’d stood your ground, explaining that even though you loved him to the moon and to saturn, that was a big, important step that you wanted to take when you both felt ready, not because it was more convenient.

he understood, and after showing him some loving, he agreed. the trying didn’t stop, though, charles would always bring up the topic, a knowing, shit-eating smile on his face whenever you’d throw him a glance through narrow eyes. it was just too soon.

as charles dialed your number for the hundredth time, he felt small tingles on his neck, he was starting to get worried. he knew that your finals were coming up, and he knew that you’d probably spend all your free time studying, but he hadn’t received even a single text saying you were okay. so he jumped in his car and drove to your place. once he got up to your floor, he pulled out the key you gave him. it was a compromise he’d asked you to make, if you couldn’t at least live together, you could have easy access to each other’s homes whenever you needed.

he got in, noticing your opened laptop sitting on the couch, the screen was black, most likely having run out of battery a while ago. he walked to the kitchen area, seeing a box of pizza on the counter, a few slices still there. his ears caught a peculiar sound, he frowned as he walked to your bedroom. his heart dropped to his stomach as he heard the unmistakable sound of you throwing up. he rushed past your bedroom, avoiding clothes scattered all across the floor as he ran. you’d left the door opened, and he instantly kneeled next to you, startling you.

“what’s wrong, love? you’re feeling unwell?” he asked softly, his fingers pushing your hair out of the way. there were silent tears running down your face, from the stress and desperation you felt at that moment. once you were done and feeling a bit better, charles helped you up, you cleaned your mouth and brushed your teeth, and you had to bite your tongue to avoid throwing up again, the usually relaxing smell and taste of the mint toothpaste felt unbearable at that moment.

one of charles’ hands was on your waist, circling your back as he held your hand with his free one. slowly, he led you to your bed, moving all of your books out of the way.

“how long have you been sleeping like this?” he asked, helping you down on the bed, throwing the covers over your body. you groaned in response, eyes shutting and eyebrows furrowed. “it’s okay, i’m here now. i’ll take care of you, mon ange,” he rambled softly.

“i’m okay, i-” you started, but cut off when you felt another wave of nausea. you squeezed your eyes shut, breathing deeply in hopes of making it go away. you could smell the scent of charles’ cologne, even from a distance as he ran to get you a glass of water.

“here, drink this,” charles said once he came back, lifting the cup up to yor lips, you took a few sips, not wanting to upset your stomach by drinking too much. “there. looks like i’m going to be your nurse for today, love,” he joked, and it made you smile. you scooted to one side, leaving enough space for him to slip in next to you. you snuzzled your head against his chest, the scent of his cologne invading your nose, somehow, this time, you didn’t feel the need to throw up or react badly. you smiled. you loved his cologne, and you didn’t want him to change it because you were sick.

“i love your cologne,” you mumbled, burying your face against his neck, inhaling.

“uh, thanks… i thought it would’ve worn off by now, i applied it in the morning,” he frowned, but didn’t think much of it. “since when have you been feeling like this?” he asked.

“like a week or so, it hurts to move, i feel like all my nerves are knotted together. the nausea and vomiting started today,”

“and the enhanced sense of smell?” he asked, and you chuckled at his description, as if it was a superpower.

“today as well,” you sighed. “i don’t know, i think it’s just stress. i have my finals coming up, i need to study and i… maybe i haven’t been taking good care of myself,” you admitted. keeping your face hidden so you didn’t have to see charles’ disappointed face. that was always his number one priority when he went away, that you didn’t let your school and work consume you completely, that you remember to care for yourself as much as you do for him.

“good thing i’m here now,” was all he said. “see? this is why you should move in, that way i can always be there for you.” if you had the strength, you would’ve rolled your eyes at him, “why don’t you sleep a little? i’ll be right here, i could order food. when was the last time you ate?”

“yesterday,” you answered, “i ordered pizza,”

“well, i don’t think you can eat pizza right now. i’ll order some soup, okay? do you have any medicine here?”

“no, i don’t want to take meds, i’ll just let it pass on its own,” you said, moving away from your hiding spot, eyes fluttering shut. “i need to study,” you groaned, trying to get up.

“no, no, you’re going to sleep,” charles held your hand, throwing an arm around your shoulders to push you back down, “look, you can’t even keep your eyes open.” he pointed out.

“but i’ve been sleeping all day,” you groaned, letting him pull you down and press a kiss to your forehead.

“no fever,” he whispered, making you smile.

“you’re really taking this nurse role seriously, are you?” you forced your eyes open, seeing a shy smile on his lips.

“sleep, my love. i’ll be right here,”

once you woke up, about five hours later, you noticed that the nausea was gone, your head wasn’t throbbing as it had before, and you could actually keep your eyes open and they didn’t feel heavy. but you were still feeling weak. you powered through it, walking out of your room and into the living room area, where charles was nowhere to be seen, he wasn’t in the kitchen, either.

you walked to the fridge, feeling your mouth dry and needing water. you see a post it note stuck to the fridge door.

‘went out to get you chicken soup!!!!! stay in bed and do not open your books. i will help you study if you feel better later.

nurse’s orders :)))))))’

you laughed at his words, eyes scanning his perfect handwriting. you grabbed your water bottle and walked back to bed, not wanting to piss him off after he was being so kind and sweet to you. you only had to wait about five minutes before you heard the jiggling of keys, the sound of plastic bags and charles’ soft footsteps. you stood up again, walking to meet charles.

“what do you have there?” you asked, leaning against the doorframe of your bedroom. he turned, smiling.

“how are you feeling?” he placed the bags of food on the counter, placing his hands on your cheeks and lifting your head a little so he could inspect it. “better?” he asked, hopeful.

“better,” you smiled, charles sighed, shoulders relaxing at your confirmation, he threw both arms around your shoulders, eveloping you completely as he pushed you against his chest.

“that’s good. i told you you needed to rest some more,” he pressed a kiss on top of your head as he leaned back. “now you need to eat,”

“i need to study,”

“after you eat. i’ll help you, i can ask you questions,” he raised his eyebrows, but you knew that it wasn’t an offer. he would help you in any way he could, as long as you took care of yourself, and also let him do the same for you.

“okay,” you agreed. you both sat on your couch, charles served the bowls of chicken soup as you picked a movie.

“what are we watching?” he asked. seeing the paused film with the disney logo.

“you’ll see,” you smiled, pressing play once he was sitting next to you. he chuckled as he heard the voice of lightning mcqueen. “it’s your favorite movie.”

“it is,” he nodded.

once the movie was over and your stomachs were full, charles grabbed your books to help you study.

“okay, which one first?” he asked, you pointed to one with a blue cover.

“diagnosis,” you leaned against the arm of the sofa, crossing your legs beneath you as charles imitated your position on the other side. he opened the book, you could see his confused face reading all the symptoms and things to look out for for each condition. “here, these are my notes,” you said, grabbing your notebook where you had made little summaries for each of them, making it easier for him to comprehend.

after a few rounds of him asking you to name all the symptoms for a condition, or asking you to name the condition as he listed the symptoms, things got interesting.

“pregnancy,” he said, looking at you. you nodded, looking up at the ceiling.

“missed period,” you started, charles nodded, “nausea, tender breasts, fatigue, dizziness, cramping, mood swings,” you continued, still looking at the ceiling as the words came to you easily. meanwhile, charles was frowning, staring intently at the words you’d written in your notebook. “headache, back pains, constipation,” you looked at him, “is that enough?” you asked, smiling.

“what else?” he asked, his voice shaking slightly, he had his phone in hand.

“well… for example, if the person's period is late for more than a week it’s more than likely that it’s pregnancy, but it could also be something else,” you said, standing up and going to refill your water bottle. charles opened an app on his phone, the one with your synced period calendar. your were supposed to get your period two weeks ago, and he didn’t remember you mentioning you had it. “more sensitive sense of smell, cravings, of course, or loss of interest in foods the person used to like,” you said once you returned.

“oh,” he said as you sat down.

“what? what’s with your face?” you giggled, leaning closer to him, “you alright? i didn’t scare you with any of these?” you asked as you turned the pages of your notebook. “do you think you’re pregnant?” you raised an eyebrow, a cheeky smile on your face. it fell, though, when you saw his wide eyes. “what?” you asked.

“i- i… it’s just… the symptoms… are your symptoms…” he made big pauses between his words, “d-do you…”

“what? no! i- i can’t, i- i’m sure it’s just a bug…” you shook your head, frowning as you grabbed your book, flipping the pages until you got to the pregnancy section. “my period is-”

“two weeks late,” he showed you. your eyes widened, you felt your breath and heartbeat speed up as you grabbed his phone and checked the app.

“no, i- i- i can’t… i’m not ready,” you felt a chill run down your body, you looked down at your book, but the more you read the more it all started clicking in your head. “oh my god,”

“hey, it’s okay, i’m with you. we’re not one hundred percent sure, but whatever you decide, i’m with you, okay?” he grabbed your hands with one of his, his free one went up to your face, he moved it so you were looking directly at him. “we’re in this together, okay?”

“okay,” you breathed, fighting back the tears that were threatening to spill.

“oh, mon ange, come here,” charles pulled you close to his chest, where you buried your face and let the tears fall. “we’re going to be alright. no matter what, okay?”

the smell of a sterile room never bothered you, the white walls of a doctor’s office never looked intimidating. a blood draw never frightened you. the results of an exam were never as nerve-wracking as the hours you spent waiting for the results of the blood test that would confirm a pregnancy. with charles being who he was, and you being who you were, a nurse student at the hospital, the on-call doctors sped up the results of your test so you could get them as soon as possible.

as you waited, you held onto charles’ hand, your fingers were locked with his, and you gripped tightly as your leg bounced up and down incessantly. charles noticed, and placed a hand on your knee.

“we’ll be alright, don’t worry,” he said, swallowing a lump that was forming in his throat. you could tell that he was nervous as well, but was trying to compose himself to not freak you out.

“but what if..? we’re too young. and you- your career… and me, i- and we don't even live together...” you could form coherent sentences, you were rambling words that ran through your head without giving them a second thought. “we’ve never talked about this, having kids, and-”

“okay, then… let’s talk about it,” he nodded, clearing his throat. “do you want to have kids?”

“i- i guess? i think i do, but… we haven’t been together that long, and i’m still studying and it’d be so difficult with our careers and-”

“hey, baby, baby, my angel, one thought at a time, okay?” he cut you off, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your lips. “we both want kids, that’s good.” he nodded, “i agree, i think we’re a bit young to have kids, but… i- i think we coud make this work, in case we truly are… expecting,”

“you think?” you whispered, he nodded immediately.

“of course,” he said, “you’re not alone. you have me, and we have a great support system. we can find a way to make this work,”

“god, our families,” your eyes widened, “how are we going to tell them?”

“like i said… one thought at a time,” he said, you could tell he didn’t think about that before, he looked as nervous as you did.

“(y/n)? your results are in,” the obgyn called, you both stood up, walking to her office. “are you comfortable with your partner being in here?” she asked.

“yes. yes, please,” you nodded, gripping charles’ hand tighter. she nodded, giving you a small smile as she sat down, you both did the same, sitting on two cold chairs on the other side of her desk.

"okay. according to the results, you are six weeks pregnant.” she went straight to the point. something you both admired and -now- resented from the times you had watched her working. “we can discuss your options in a few minutes after i give you some time to talk about it." she offered. your back was stiff as she stood up and walked, leaving you both dumbfounded.

"pregnant…" you thought out loud, looking at charles who was just staring at the wall next to you. "charles?" you asked, and he turned to you with wide eyes.

"are we- we’re really having a baby?" he whispered.

"i-i don't know if i can do this," your heart was beating fast. you were too young, still had so much to look forward to, so many things left to do, and you two hadn't even been together for a full year officially.

"i'm with you whatever you decide to do, we're in this together, i'm not leaving you alone." his voice was shaky. the calm demeanor he sported outside was gone now that the news was actually here.

"do you... think we- i-"

"we'll figure it out together." he reminded you. you felt relieved to have him by your side.

"we're so young and- your career-"

"do not worry about me. think about you. is this something that you want to go through? you have my full support for whatever you decide to do."

"i don't- i don't know." you felt your eyes burning as they filled with tears. "i don't know what to do."

"that's fine, it's okay. we can talk to the doctor about your options, okay?"

"do you want a baby?"

"i want you to be happy,"

"charles, please. i love you, but right now there's so much going on in my head, i need to hear what you are thinking as well."

"i think that... having a baby wouldn't be the worse thing right now," he said. "we could make it work, and we have so many great people around us who could help us with anything we need. what do you think? do you feel ready for this?”

“i… i don’t think i’ll ever be ready, but… i want this. i want this. do you-” you said, eyes wide as you looked at charles, who nodded enthusiastically.

“i do. i want this, too. we’ll make it work. we can do this.” he gripped both of your hands.

“we’re having a baby,” you whispered. “oh, my god, charles. we’re having a baby,” you smiled, after all the stress, the worrying, the doubts and concerns, you gave him a smile.

he stood up, pulling you up to your feet, he slipped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you to him. you circled his waist with your hands, burying your face in his neck as you let a few tears fall.

this time, the tears weren’t because of sadness, stress or anxiety. sure, you still had those feelings inside, but there was also joy, excitement and nerves in there as well.

“we’re going to be parents,” he mumbled against your neck, leaving a trail of kisses on your jaw, your cheek and finally, your lips.

“a mini you,” you smiled against his lips.

“or you,” he raised his eyebrows. “when can we find out?” he asked, eyes wide in excitement.

“in a couple of months,” you said, “i don’t think i want to know, though…”

“you want to wait?” he asked, you nodded, biting your lip. “i don’t know if i can handle the anticipation,”

“we’ll have to discuss it, then. we have many things to talk about when we get home…”

“home… wait, does this mean you can move in now?!”

“i love you.”

@spideyanakin

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alwritey-aphrodite · 3 years

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that’s what matters

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x f!reader

Warnings: parenthood, children if that’s not your thing, swearing

Word Count: 3.5 k

Authors note: this story is inspired by “Wait For Me” by the insanely talented @bud-cooper who is fantastic and you need to read all of their work immediately. Anyway, I hope y’all enjoy it!!

It hurt when Santiago left, three years ago. It hurts when you see the positive pregnancy test, a few weeks later. It hurts when you go through a nine month pregnancy, with no word from Santiago, no way to reach him and tell him that he’s a father, that there’s a beautiful baby girl with his eyes and your nose, his hair and your smile. It hurts when you raise your daughter, Isabel, all on your own.

Frankie, and Benny, and especially Will, had supported you the entire time, and that dedication, along with your daughter, is the bandage wrapped around your heart that Santiago broke, they were the stitches that pulled you back together. They had been there for you the entire time, no matter what, a safety net and a support system.

When Benny was in town, he’d drop anything to come help you, to spend time with Isabel so you could have an hour or two to yourself, to shower or nap or do the things you’d been putting off. Frankie and his girlfriend, Sami, jumped at the chance for Isabel to play with their daughter, spending time at the park with the girls one day, and you would take them the next.

However, it was Will that had been the most helpful, both during your pregnancy and after Isabel had been born. No matter what you needed, no matter the time of day, he’d be there for you. He had taken care of Isabel when you were sick and terrified you would pass on the illness to her, and he was there for all of the mundane moments in between.

You often teased him that the only reason he helped out so much was so he could secure his spot as favorite uncle, and he would laugh and share a conspiratorial wink with Isabel. Isabel loved any moment she spent with her uncles, she truly just loved the attention.

Despite their help, the pain caused by Santi’s absence doesn’t go away. It dulls, for a while, you become numb to the void he had left, but then it all comes rushing back when he comes home to get the boys. It hurts when Santiago comes back, and he doesn’t even send you a text, doesn’t even tell you he came back. You heard the news when Frankie dropped Isabel off after a play date.

Will comes to see you before he leaves. All the boys do, but Will’s the last to see you, right before they’re supposed to leave.

“Did he ever come over?” He asks, leaning against your kitchen counter. You only shake your head, and you can hear him sigh from behind you.

You turn around and ask, “Did you tell him?” Now it’s Will’s turn to shake his head, as he replies, “I thought you wanted to do it. Do you want me to?”

“If you want, might fuck things up if you tell him now though, maybe wait till after whatever the fuck it is you’re doing.”

This earns a huff of a laugh from Will, your familiar brashness a small comfort amidst the mess of his life, of your life, currently.

“I’ll tell him after,” Will promises, and you nod.

“He’s gonna be pissed,”

“At you?”

“At me, at you, at Frankie, Benny, Tom, Molly, Sami,” you pause, before adding, “at anyone who knew when he didn’t.”

Despite how ridiculous you may sound, both Will and you know you’re right. Santiago’s going to be angry with whoever knew about his daughter when he didn’t, at least initially. Once he gets his feelings settled, he’d calm down, but you know he’s going to be pissed at first.

You knew Santiago well, and you knew he felt deeply, let his emotions consume him, even if he wasn’t aware, even if he tried to fight it. That was what fueled him, you had realized late one night. He was pushed forward in life by his emotions, whether it be passion, anger, desperation. Whatever he felt, he felt deeply.

Will glances at the clock on your microwave before sighing, breaking you out of your train of thought and you know he has to leave, so you let him pull you into a crushing hug, just like you did with Frankie and Benny, because despite what they say, you know there’s always a chance they might not come home to you.

“You better come home to me,” you tell Will, just like you told the other boys.

“I promise,” Will responds, and while you both know that it’s not a promise he can keep, it makes you feel better.

“You better watch over those fuckers, don’t let them do anything stupid.”

“I promise.”

You let him hold you a few minutes longer, until he squeezes you tight and lets go before walking over to where Isabel is sitting in her high chair. He kisses her on the forehead, and says, “Watch over your mom for me, ok? Make sure she doesn’t do anything dumb.”

He turns to you with a grin, and you fling a dish towel at him, causing your daughter to laugh, making his departure seem less terrifying, less threatening.

“Alright, get your ass out of here, I’ve got shit to do,” you say, even though you both know that if he stays any longer, you’re just going to cry. You’d told Frankie and Benny the same thing.

The next week and a half is hell for you. You’re scared for your boys, you’re scared about how Santi might react. All in all, you’re a nervous wreck until Will and Benny show up at your doorstep. First, you’re terrified, because it’s just the two of them, but then you’re hoping that Frankie and Tom are with their families.

As soon as you see them, you're wrapping them both up in hugs, holding them as tight as possible.

“God, I was so fucking scared,” you tell them, still unwilling to let them go.

“Let’s go inside, yeah?” Will asks, and you can tell from his voice that something went wrong, something that isn’t appropriate to discuss on your front lawn, and your mind immediately jumps to the three boys who aren’t with them.

But you’re trying to stay positive, so you just nod and lead them inside, where Isabel was laying on the floor and watching TV. As soon as she sees Will and Benny follow you into the living room, she’s heaving herself to her feet and racing towards them. Benny scoops her up immediately, holding her tightly to his chest.

After Isabel decided she’d had enough of the reunion with Benny, she’s squirming out of his arms and tugging on Will’s leg, who picks her up and holds her like Benny. Soon enough, she’s wiggling again, and he sets her on the floor and she races off to go play with her toys.

“So?” You ask, as soon as the three of you had settled onto the couch.

“Tom died,” Will tells you, eyes downcast, straight to the point.

“Fuck,” is the only thing you can manage to say, tears burning in your eyes. You weren’t as close with him as you were with the rest of the group, but he was still one of your boys, and his loss hits you hard because you know it could have been any of them.

The three of you sit in silence for a few moments, before Benny stands and announces that he’s going to see what Isabel’s up to, patting both you and Will on the shoulder as he passes.

“You tell him?”

“Yeah.” That’s all Will says, so you make the conclusion yourself.

“He’s not coming back, is he?”

“I don’t think so,”

“Where’s he heading? Or is he staying in Colombia?”

“He’s going to Australia.”

“Why?”

“There’s a girl.”

“Oh.” you say, nodding. There’s not much else to say, you’re not sure how to convey how you feel. It’s hard to pinpoint the rush of emotions that floods your body, causing you to close your eyes and take a deep breath.

You think it’s disappointment that’s settled deep into your stomach like a heavy stone. You can feel the dull flare of anger starting in your spine, spreading through your body. You’re not angry for yourself, but for your daughter. Now that Santi knew about her, you couldn’t help but feel mad that he didn’t want to meet her, that he wouldn’t even send you a text.

It stings like an open wound, and you can’t stop the burn of the tears streaming down your face. You know Santiago, and you knew he’d never abandon his family, but you’re choking back sobs because he doesn’t want to see his daughter. The reason it hurts, you realize, is because of how unlike Santiago this is.

Your heart breaks for your sweet little girl in the next room, who’s never even met her father. Sure, Will, Frankie, and Benny had been there from the start, but it’s not the same, and while their support means the world to you, you wish that Santiago wanted to at least meet Isabel once.

“He said it wasn’t like that, though…” Will pauses and gauges your mood, the way you seem so detached and distant at the moment. He knows that this is a lot for you, so he adds on a simple, “I’m sorry.”

“Why the hell would you be sorry?” You scoff, “You’ve done nothing wrong.” You take another second to compose yourself, before you keep talking, “Thank you. For telling me everything, and for coming home safe.”

“If there’s anything I can do, or Benny can do, let us know, ok?”

“Of course,” you stand and pull Will into a hug, squeezing tight before you let go. He’s making his way towards the front door, when you stop him.

“Will?” He turns to look at you, eyebrows raised. “If you or the guys hear anything from him… could you let me know?” Will studies you for a moment, looking into your eyes, before replying, “Of course.”

You follow him to the front door, and say goodbye to Benny as he’s prying Isabel off his leg, promising that he’d take her to get ice cream soon. As you lock your front door with your daughter on your hip, you can’t help but think how lucky you are to have the boys in your life.

It’s 3 weeks later when you see him for the first time in almost 4 years. 3 years and 7 months, down to the day. You don’t think anything about the knock on your door around the middle of the day, and you certainly don’t think it’s him.

But you open the door, and there he is, the same as you remember. He looks older, exhausted, but still the same. And you’re not sure how you feel, so for a few moments, you just stare at him.

And then you're pulling him into a hug, as close to you as possible, because now that he’s back you don’t ever want to let him go again. He’s slow to react, but soon he’s wrapping you in his arms, squeezing you tight. Neither of you say a word, and it’s perfect, until Santiago starts to talk, and reality comes rushing in.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles into your hair, causing you to pull away and look him in the eye. “Will told me, and I just,” he pauses and closes his eyes, collecting himself before continuing, “I freaked out. And I’m sorry about everything.”

“Do you want to come in?” You offer, because his apology is too much to process, especially on your front porch at 1 pm on a Thursday, and this was the last thing you expected today. You step back and allow him to come in, pausing for a moment before turning down the hall into the living room, and hearing him follow you.

You both sit in silence for a few minutes, neither of you quite sure what to say until Santiago speaks up.

“What’s her name?” His voice is quiet, barely above a whisper, and your heart breaks for him, for how scared and unsure he seems. You’ve never seen him this unsure of himself before.

“Isabel,” you say and he nods, “She’ll be 3 in a few months,” you tell him without prompting, letting him sit and soak in the information.

“Is she… can… can I see her?” He asks, voice breaking, and you can feel your heart shattering for him, fragmenting into hundreds of tiny pieces. You’d been friends for years, and you’d never seen him as scared as he looked now.

“She’s at Frankie’s right now,” you tell him, “but she’ll be home in a few hours, if you want to stick around. Or, we’ll be here tomorrow, if you want to come back.”

“I think I’ll come back tomorrow, I… this is a lot.”

“I’ve waited 4 years, what’s one more day,” you say as you stand, and if he hears the bitterness in your voice, he doesn’t mention it. He looks like he wants to say something, but he second guesses himself and makes his way out the door, mumbling a goodbye and a promise to see you tomorrow.

The next morning, you sit Isabel down on the couch, and try and explain the situation to your almost 3 years old.

“Someone special is coming over to see you today, ok?”

“Uncle Will?” She asks, and you can’t help but to grin at your daughter. You also know that you’ll have to cut her off with the correct answer, because if you don’t, she’ll list every person she knows.

“No, baby, this is someone new.”

“Who?” She looks at you with wide eyes, intrigued at the idea of making a new friend. You have to take a deep breath before answering her.

“It’s your daddy,” you tell her, and the giant smile she gets makes you grin, and any apprehension you’d felt melts away.

“Daddy’s coming?” She asks and you nod, “When?”

“Today, before bedtime,” you tell her and you hope you’re not lying. You hope that Santiago shows up. You know he’s reliable, and that he’d do anything for the people he loved, but you also knew that he could get flighty sometimes.

It’s late afternoon when the doorbell rings, sending Isabel to drop her toys and race towards the door, reaching for the doorknob. You’re not far behind, picking her up and opening the door to reveal Santi.

That uncharacteristic look of uncertainty was back in his eyes, right until Isabel started squealing, “Daddy!” and making grabby hands for him. You held her out in front of you, and Santiago takes her with no hesitation.

Isabel buries her face in Santi’s neck, and he’s holding her as tight as possible, eyes glossing over with tears. Isabel must hear him trying to hold back his tears, must feel the way his chest shakes and his breathing stutters, because she’s wiggling in his hold, grabbing onto his face with both hands.

“No tears!” She tells him with a toothy smile, and you can’t help laughing as your own tears roll down your cheeks.

“Happy tears?” You ask, and Santiago nods. Isabel must accept this explanation, because she wraps her arms around Santiago's neck, and immediately starts babbling about everything.

“Look, I’m-“ you cut him off with a head shake and mouth the word later, turning instead to talk to Isabel.

“Isa, do you wanna show daddy your toys?” Your daughter nods eagerly, and starts to squirm out of her father’s arms. Santiago sets her down and lets her hold two of his fingers in her pudgy hand, dragging him into her playroom.

You let Santiago spend time with his daughter, and busy yourself with finding all of the photo albums you used to keep track of Isabel, before and after she was born. You knew that Santi would be upset that he wasn’t here, wasn’t with her, and you hope that seeing the pictures will patch over the wound, at least slightly.

You find things to occupy yourself for the next hour, allowing Isabel and Santi to spend time together and get acquainted with each other. You already knew that Santiago would do anything for your daughter, and she already loved him beyond words.

You go into her playroom to check on them, and you can’t suppress your smile at the sight that greets you. Isabel is asleep in Santi’s lap, and he’s stroking her hair and murmuring softly to her. You could tell that she already has him wrapped around her tiny little finger.

You walk closer and crouch down next to them, talking softly so you don’t walk Isabel.

“You want me to put her to bed so we can talk?” He glanced down at her before nodding towards you, helping to transfer your sleeping daughter into your arms. You tell him to wait on the couch, and you go upstairs to tuck in Isabel.

After tucking Isabel in and ensuring her that she would see Santiago tomorrow, you returned downstairs to see Santi idly flipping through your photo albums. When he notices you in the doorway, his hand snaps back as if he’s been burnt, as if he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t have.

“Are you mad?” Is the first thing he asks you.

“No,” you tell him as you sit on the couch, “not about Colombia.” He nods, and you keep talking, “I’m just a little upset about the last seven months. Not as much anymore,” is what you tell him, but what you really mean is not since you came back.

He nods, and looks almost as if he’s going to cry. You’re surprised he hasn’t already, because you spent a few moments after tucking Isabel into bed pulling yourself back together in the bathroom. You had cried after she went to bed yesterday too.

“I'm sorry,” he says with every ounce of his being, with every nerve and cell in his body. You’d never believed anything he’s said more than that.

“I know,” you reply as you set your hand on top of his, “but you don’t have to be sorry. It’s ok. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

And that’s when the tears come. Because to Santiago, that’s the dumbest thing he’s ever heard. You shouldn’t be apologizing to him, you shouldn’t even had let him into your house, let alone into your life and the life of your daughter. But as soon as he came home, you opened your arms to him.

Soon, you're pulling him towards you, laying his head on your chest and wrapping your arms around him as tightly as you can. You murmur assurances into his hair and he sobs apologies into your chest. You think he’s fallen asleep, but he sits up and wipes eyes with the back of his hands.

“You gonna stay?” You ask, and while it seems like you’re asking about tonight, you can tell he knows what you’re really asking.

“Please?” He asks in response, as if you could ever say no to him.

“Of course,” you pause before adding, “I want you here.”

You look at each other for a few moments, nothing but the purest kind of affection reflected in the eyes of the other.

“You want the guest room? Or… you could stay with me?”

“With you?” You nod, so he nods.

You begin flipping through the albums in order, telling him the stories behind all the photos. At first, you thought he would be mad at you, mad at the guys, because not only did they know, but they got to spend all of this time with her, time that he missed.

But instead, he smiles and laughs at your stories and looks at the pictures of you, your daughter, and his friends with the same adoration he looks at you with. Soon, Isabel is pattering down the stairs, deciding that she would rather spend time with Santiago than sleeping.

So she heaves herself into his lap, and falls asleep against his chest moments after he had her safely wrapped in his arms. You can’t even be upset that she’s not in bed, because you feel the same way. Now that he’s here, you feel like you need to spend every moment with him, as if he’s just a figment of your imagination and you need to make sure he’s truly here.

You admire the view before asking, “Bedtime?” and Santi nods and stands while holding his daughter, carrying her safely up the stairs and into your bedroom. There will be time later for apologies and explanations, but for now, you just need to be together.

You fall asleep with Santi’s arms wrapped safely around Isabel, and your arms wrapped safely around Santiago. And when you wake up, Santiago’s arms are around you and Isabel is sprawled across both of you. You can’t help but grinning at how perfect your family is, no matter the pain that happened before this point. You were together now, and that’s what mattered.

#santiago pope garica x reader #santiago garcia x reader #santiago garcia #santiago pope garcia #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfiction #tw: parenthood #dad!santi

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noritoshiikamo · 3 years

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reality vs fantasy

bonus part 3.5 of the noritoshi kamo story; im just spoiling u brats enjoy [passes holy water] thread lightly, sexual content ahead

tagging: @unabashednightmarepizza @sassyeahhhh @dok-ja @sukirichi [bold means i cant tag u idky :( lemme know if wanna be tagged in the next part] directory: read the first part | second part | third part | bonus

fantasy

“does that feel good?”

he asked as his lips traced her sharp jaws, spreading kisses as his hands steadied her hips. she took a sharp breath, nodding in pleasure as moans escaped her parted lips as she lowered herself down back on his hard dick. through his opened eyes, he watched pleasurably as her tight cunt swallowed his dick inch by inch so easily, like she was moulded to fit him and only him. her long hair covered half of her face, as she flipped it to the side, sweats dripping down her chest glistening her swollen breasts.

she looked so ethereal riding him.

her pace was slow, and his hands were roaming all over her body.

he whispered encouragements, how beautiful she looked sucking in his fingers hungrily, her perky titties and the way she hugged around his length made him feels so good made her roll her eyes back to her skull. feeding her kink so well. pulling her against him, her back resting on his chest, she let him take over the pace, loud moans fillers the room as the sound of her skin slapping against his with wet squelching sound echoed their bedroom.

“you’re so needy, my wife.”

she was beyond needy, she was desperate for release only he could give, “fuck me, please, just fuck my brain out.” grabbing her chin, he smiled pleasingly as he kissed her lips so passionately. his rough hand palmed her breast, nipple swollen and hard it made her legs bucked.

“you want me to fuck you?” he teased.

she nodded vigorously, trying to move her hips to meet his pace. his other hand moved lowered below her slightly bulging abdomen, finding her swollen clit immediately.

“please just fuck every inch of me,” she cried out, tongue lolling out, her eyes stared deep into his eyes, “i’ll be very good, i promise.” with every bat of her eyes, he couldn’t decide whether she looks adorably innocent or just a devil in disguise.

but when he had her pressed on all four, begging for all holes to be filled, he couldn’t deny his wife’s wishes.

reality

she panted. sweaty and sticky, she looked down on the pillow tucked between her thighs. her face flushed red as guilt washed over her. the effect of the orgasm had left her legs shaking and she cursed.

noritoshi had not returned to their house for almost three days.

she missed him dearly and she was losing her mind slowly. 3 days alone to heal from the mess from the attack at the stadium and to deal with the fact that she’s growing their child inside her reduced her to nothing but a mess. she fell on her side, pushing her sweaty hair up as she kicked the pillow soaked with her fluid to the floor. she fixed herself, not that it helped with anything; she lowered his shirt down her chest back. she has been wearing it for 3 days straight.

enveloped by everything that reminds her of him but not able to have him physically hurt her chest. he hadn’t call, text, or even send her a letter. she was alone.

whenever she missed him, she hid in their walk-in closet, nose buried in whatever that belong to him that her eyes caught first. when she has enough energy, she would brew the tea just as he likes it, sat at the balcony, and just not even drink it. she isn’t even a tea person; she prefers coffee but holding a cup of warm tea during the cold night makes it feel like he’s around.

she’s an addict but the drug is gone.

she felt tears prickling the corner of her eyes and before she knew it, she was sobbing on his side of the bed. she remained there, beating herself for being stubborn, blaming herself, blaming him even every single god that existed in the world for fucking her life up. she missed him; his smile, his voice, his touch, his kiss, she missed everything about him.

shoko explained that she was 7 weeks pregnant, and her baby is as big as a blueberry.

“i think the period you are describing last month might have been implantation bleeding, something normal that might be mistaken for period. you need to listen to me. your body is adjusting, you should stay home and rest. don’t stress yourself out.”

she felt wave of nausea bubbling in her belly triggering her gag reflex. kicking herself off the bed, she made it to their bathroom, throwing her head into the toilet and she quickly emptied her stomach out. they should rename morning sickness because the sickness haunted every single hour of her day. she spent more time in the bathroom, head in the toilet than the other part of her house. she stared through her teary eyes at the content of the bowl, clear disgust on her face when she realised it was nothing but the liquid she’d been having. she has been struggling with food, only able to tolerate porridge and juices and she was growing tired.

weak, her mind mocked.

she unlocked her phone and dialled gojo’s number. she waited for him to pick up, breaking into sob as she felt so exhausted, she couldn’t even move.

“gojo, i’m in the toilet, i just can’t get up anymore i feel horrible i want to eat but i can’t i want to get out of here please-”

“y/n?”

she startled.

there was a lot of cum.

noritoshi was glad that he chose to release his pent-up stress in the bathroom, feeling the water showered down all over his body. all cooped up in their room back at the kamo estate for almost three days, he didn’t expect to feel a sudden wave of horniness crashing over him when he accidentally turned over to her side.

it’s not like he wasn’t already thinking of her. she was literally all he could think about.

her scent overwhelmed him even when he tried to push the thought of her away; but she’s still his beautiful stubborn wife and his heart ached when he thought of her. he always has a good control of himself, he believed that sexual urges should just be solved by a traditional fucking but for tonight, it was just him and his left fist.

the way she smiles, the way her body moves, the way she ties his bangs or the way she always makes sure he wakes up with a cup of tea waiting by the bed; she missed every single thing she does. the way she teases him and the way she begs for more and more always reduced him down into a simpleton.

he wished nothing but to run back into her arms.

he quickly washed up, removing traces of him from the floor and exited the shower immediately. his phone suddenly blowed up. without thinking, he pressed the green button and what greeted him surprised him.

“-the toilet, i just can’t get up anymore i feel horrible i want to eat but i can’t i want to get out of here please-”

his breath hitched and he stood there. “y/n?” he called, and he could feel the slight tension in the air. she had realised her mistake.

“m’sorry, i-i want to call satoru. i didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“are you okay?”

he sat on the edge of the bed; phone pressed hard against his ear. talk to me, their hearts screamed. she let out a nervous laugh, trying to mask the sniffles, “i-i’m okay. i’m sorry for disturbing you. i thought you were gojo.”

gojo had been telling him how he has been taking care of her. told him that she was more than weak, could barely hold her food in without gagging.

“she’s miserable. she’s 7 weeks pregnant. we suspected that the reason her body didn’t fully succumbed to the poison that cursed spirit had infected her with was because of the the baby. the higher up thinks that it’s carrying the same inherited technique as you. the fact that it was able to protect its host; your wife is impressive.”

he rubbed his forehead, nervousness overwhelmed him, and he felt like a child about to ask his crush out.

“you’re not disturbing me. you don’t need to call gojo, i can come over,” holding the phone between his ear and his shoulder, he immediately slipped on his pants, “do you need anything? are you hurt?”

“i’m just stuck on the bathroom floor. i can’t get my ass back up and out of this bathroom.”

“you called gojo for this?”

her face reddened, “i get overwhelmed easily. i’m sorry,” she rambled, “you know what? forget i called. bye,” she ended the call immediately. she slummed her head back against the wall, groaning at the discomfort of her abdomen pressing on her bladder whenever she sat wrongly. she closed her eyes, covering it with her arm before soft snore escaped her lips. she’d pass out on the floor of her bathroom. it felt like hours until she heard soft pitter patter of feet on the cold cement, arms around her body lifting it up off the floor. she was too tired to open her eyes, soft noise coming out of her lips as the arms laid her on the soft bed. she sighed in relief; the cold bathroom floor was giving her back ache.

she opened her eyes and she let a nervous laugh. her shaky hand reached out to touch his cheek, it felt soft to touch, too realistic. no, he’s gone, he won’t come home, you’re not real, she reminded herself. “my hallucination is getting realistic nowadays” she stifled a yawn.

he smiled, his finger brushing her stray hair back, revealing her watery eyes, “you think of me often?”

“don’t you?”

she gasped when his warm hand cupped her cheek, another touched her neck as he straddled her. boldly, she tugged on his leather jacket, pushing it off his broad shoulders, confused when the jacket fell on the floor with a loud thud. this sounds too real. the feeling of his breath tickling her cold skin, his lips tracing kisses after another, she was drowsy.

“i’ll take care of you,” he whispered, “i promise, i’m here.”

“nori,” she called out eagerly.

“yes, my wife?”

the hair on her body stood, shivers caused her back and toes to curl in pleasure. she couldn’t differentiate if it’s just fantasy or reality; not with his hands roaming all over her bare skin.

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