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Title: Everyone Else Is No.2 {One-Shot}***

Lewis Hamilton x Attorney Friend Reader

Warning: Cursing, NSFW, Mature 18+ Content, Angst, PLENTY OF WORDS, DIALOGUE HEAVY

Words: 15.2k

Summary: Again, nah.

Note: Inspired by that old August Alsina song "Kissing on My Tattoos". So sorry for how long it is and for the long sentences toward the end, it couldn't be any other way. Forgive the weird spacing throughout, Tumblr has a 1,000 block limit per post, and guess who reached it before correcting the spacing.

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-Y/N-

"You're beautiful you know that right?"

You smiled and took a sip of your drink.

"Thanks."

The man sitting across from you, Darius, nodded and before he looked down to his plate you caught his eyes drop to your cleavage. Of course, you thought. This was your 2nd date with him. The first went smoothly though you'd went with little to no expectations for it to be so. Tonight, he said the right things, did the right things, and was the perfect gentleman.

He'd even chosen a great restaurant. The ambiance was perfect for a second date. So far you had only counted 2 things that were less than satisfactory, everything was on point. He was so on point that you wondered if he was acting and not being his genuine self.

You hated the dating scene. Everyone held their cards too close to their chest. No one was ever real about anything. Everyone liked to waste people's time all in the name of fun and sex. These days you only treated dating as a pastime and a way to relieve stress after long hours of working on briefs and reviewing case files.

"A woman with your track record in law. Wheeew. Was it hard?"

You shrugged then wiped the corner of your mouth, "It definitely wasn't easy. I still remember the sleepless nights, and times when I only had 1 meal a day. My parents still remember not seeing me for 3 months because of the bar and my first major case that came nearly right behind the other. They won't let me forget it."

"It looks like it paid off. You're on the partner track. Shit, you'd be the first woman under 35 to make that happen at Halsey Boyd and Crenshaw," Darius said.

You bristled, but politely smiled and took another sip of your wine.

"I'm sorry I don’t mean to make this weird I'm just in awe of you."

You studied him for a few moments but found no lie. You could always tell a lie. No matter what the case, no matter who it was. It was your secret weapon and it served you well as a lawyer.

"Thank you, but enough about me. What about you? Tell me about Darius Forrester."

He smiled, licked his lips then looked you directly in the eye.

"I'm pretty much a what you see you get kind of guy. I've been at Berry & Clark for the last 6 years as a criminal attorney. The work is challenging but I do alright for myself.

You nodded. He did. From what you heard his win ratio was nearly 92% and he took upstanding cases. He was a good attorney. Normally you wouldn’t shit where you ate because mess was not your style. You did not want to walk into a courtroom or boardroom and see the opposing counsel was an ex. That one thing gave you nightmares.

So dating lawyers was out of the question. You dipped in every other career field, playing it safe. The further they were from a law career the better. However, after a conversation with your other lawyer girlfriends about limiting oneself in the already limited dating pool, something clicked, and you decided to try it once but only if they weren't in your firm. Darius was your first attempt.

As he continued to tell you facts about himself you listened, but he didn't have your full attention. There was another person who held your attention, a person who though was usually out of sight was never really out of mind.

You heard your phone sound from your clutch resting on the table and both your eyes shot to it. Darius spoke before you moved.

"Go ahead please."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm an attorney as well, Y/N I know you come attached to it."

You smiled, held up your finger to him silently promising it would be quick, then took your phone in hand. You expected it to be Kemi, your paralegal, with files you were expecting, but it wasn't her name on your screen.

MSG Lewis: What're you doing tonight? Going over an endless to-do list of contracts and briefs?

You smirked.

MSG: Not even close.

MSG Lewis: Wow did someone finally decide to live a little and cut loose?

MSG: This sounds an awful lot like the pot calling the kettle black.

MSG Lewis: Plead the 5th.

MSG: The Lewis Hamilton out maneuvered. Say it ain't so.

MSG: I'm close to your place. Just got back in town. Can you be ready in 10?

Your eyes flitted to Darius across from you who was taking the time to check his messages as well. You looked over him slowly, noting again how great he looked in his suit and how you liked the effort he had put in the last 2 dates down to the flowers he brought you and the activities you'd done. Things could progress if you chose to allow them to.

MSG Lewis: Is that a no?

MSG: I'm not home.

MSG Lewis: Okay. Where you at, the office? I can come pick you up.

MSG: I'm not at the office. I'm actually on a date.

You waited a few seconds, but he didn’t reply. Why didn't he reply?

"Everything ok?"

Caught off guard, you looked back up to Darius whose eyes were already on you. His brows were knitted with concern.

"Uh--yeah. I uh--I think so."

"A case?"

You thought about it and technically he was right. You were Lewis' entertainment lawyer. You were his personal attorney who reviewed the contracts after the company attorney said they had. You gave it to him between the eyes, never sugarcoating, and told him what was made with his best interest and what was made to capitalize off of him. However, when your services weren’t needed you were friends. Had been for practically a decade now.

Sometimes you couldn’t believe you’d known each other that long. You’d known him since he was just another F1 driver rather than the greatest. He knew you when you were going through school always on an empty tank all in the hopes of rising above the tax bracket you were born into. A decade later and he was dominating F1 and you’d more than risen yourself several levels past the tax bracket you’d been born into.

You were on the partner track at one of the largest firms in Europe. You brought in more revenue than most of the attorneys at the firm thanks to your high-class clientele. You'd both worked your asses off to get to this level and enjoyed the spoils of your labor often. You clubbed together, went to dinner, and sometimes did the vacation vibe together. You enjoyed one another’s company.

"A client."

"Oh. Everything cool or---," Darius said.

Another message came in just then. "Everything is cool."

Darius smiled. "Good. I'll be right back, men’s room."

"Yeah."

Darius stood then walked off leaving you with the perfect opportunity to check your phone.

MSG Lewis: Is that right?

MSG: Yeah. 2nd date. Well technically 3rd if you can have 2 dates in one day.

MSG Lewis: Cool. Is it going well?

MSG: Yeah. He's made it this far.

MSG Lewis: Cool.

MSG: When he drops me home Ill text you. Come get me then.

Several moments passed before he replied. Again, you wondered why.

MSG Lewis: Cool.

The remainder of dinner you were distracted. Darius played all his cards right, even scoring himself the green light on a little hand-holding action. You had to admit he was smooth. When he pulled up to your condo building he walked you to your door then went in for a kiss. You hadn’t expected it, but rather than pull away, you allowed it to play out. It wasn’t a bad kiss. He hadn’t been too overzealous, only slipped you a little tongue, and had kept his hands respectful. All in all, for a first kiss it was a solid 8.

With a promise to call to set date number 4 sometime next week, you went inside and allowed yourself to come down. The dating scene was not something you enjoyed often. You always felt like you were performing, like men wanted a certain kind of woman, the perfect woman who they could prance around on their arm to make other men envious and that took its toll.

You never felt you had to perform with Lewis. Never felt like he wanted the perfect you. He made fun of you whenever you were perfectly put together for work meetings and said many times he liked you out of the makeup and heels. After another sigh, you took your phone out and texted him.

~~~~~~

-Lewis-

The ceiling looked like every other ceiling he’d ever seen but that didn’t stop him from focusing most of his attention on it like it was the most interesting piece of construction ever. His eyes should have been focused elsewhere but they weren’t. A loud 'slurp' echoed in the mostly quiet room reminding him again that he wasn’t alone.

"Mm. Why are you so distracted tonight, bae?"

Julissa's voice was as smooth as honey and as seductive as ever. He lowered his eyes to where she was kneeling between his legs and took her in. Her lips and chin were wet as she gave him her bedroom eyes. This was not the first time between them. Usually, it would work but not tonight. Tonight he was struggling to even keep his head in the room.

He watched her tip her tongue out and lick from the base of his dick to the glistening tip. Once there she swirled her tongue around him then sucked his head into her mouth. He’d have to be dead for it not to feel nice but that’s all it was--nice.

He sighed then brought his attention back to the ceiling. "Work."

"Aw babe, when you’re with me work should be the last thing on your mind," Julissa said before lowering her mouth down his shaft. When he felt her tonsils he groaned. His body wanted to like this wanted to give her the reaction she was working so hard for, but something was holding him back. Julissa's mouth bobbed up and down his cock sucking and slurping to her heart’s content trying to get him off, but he knew she had her work cut out for her.

He thought back to your text from 2 hours ago. You were on a date. Well shit, he hadn’t seen that coming. That was the last thing he had expected you to be doing tonight. It wasn’t because you weren’t desirable, or he thought no man would want you. For fuck's sake, you were beyond desirable, you were gorgeous and so damn intelligent. He couldn’t figure out which of those made you more beautiful, your looks or your brains. You also worked hard to be where you were, and you deserved all the praise and attention you got wherever you went.

However, sometimes he wished you got a little less male attention--x that, a lot less male attention. He sighed again. This had been going on for 10 years now. Your friendship had only strengthened but along with a strengthening friendship came a lot of other stuff. Stuff like him taking notice of the fullness of your hips or being tempted to peek when you’d been changing in the backseat of his car, or being painfully aware of how your breasts felt against his chest when you hugged.

That coupled with things he had picked up from you, made the unspoken and ignored things that much more—confusing. There were times when the way you stared at him when you thought he wasn’t looking spoke volumes or the way your hand always lingered on him for a few seconds longer than necessary but not long enough for it to be inappropriate, or the time you'd fallen asleep together on the couch and he'd woken to you wrapped around him using him as your personal body pillow and mumbling his name in your sleep.

Yeah, there was a lot of extra stuff, stuff neither of you ever addressed. The only ones who assessed it were his friends. Miles told him on several occasions that he should be careful before he or you fucked around, and someone ended up hurt. That stuck with him, but not in the way Miles had probably meant it. Rather than taking it the way Miles meant, he used it as a means to keep himself in check, a form of prevention from him crossing the line. He knew if he did, neither of you would be able to go back. It would be impossible and was one fuck up worth a decades-long friendship?

So friends were where you stayed until he added another facet--professional. Years passed, dates passed, flings, non-labeled encounters on both your parts passed and through it all your friendship remained, and nothing changed. Except today there was even more extra stuff.

The feel of Julissa’s lips wrapped around his balls sent his hips jerking upward as a curse left his lips. Julissa moaned and giggled.

“Daddy likes that?”

He knew how he would like it more. As quickly as he revved to that thought he steered away from it. That was when his phone sounded.

MSG Y/N: I’m home. Whatdaya you wanna do? Should I change?

His eye caught the time. 1am. Almost 3 hours from your last text and you were only now getting home. Clenching his jaw he took a deep breath. He had no right to be mad or annoyed right now. He knew where this was coming from. You’d been on a date, and you said it was going well. A date going well had a chance of making it upstairs. He closed his eyes squeezing them tightly. He hoped to God that you hadn’t just gotten it in.

MSG Y/N: Hello?

MSG: You don’t have to change. How about some treats and a view?

MSG Y/N: Okay. Still 10?

MSG: Make it 15.

Pulling himself up he reached down to stop Julissa. She looked confused.

“I gotta go J.”

Now she looked even more confused. He didn’t owe her an explanation, that’s not how this worked between them.

“With your dick out?”

He scoffed then fixed himself as he stood.

“Lewis this’s never happened before. Are--,” she began before he cut her off.

“All good, just—not in the mood I guess.”

She looked offended now. “I’m sorry J. We’ll talk.”

He walked to the door then left her apartment without a glance back. He didn’t feel any way about it because both of them knew what their relationship was and wasn’t. She’d agreed. Once he was in his car, he zipped through the London streets maneuvering the quickest route to your place. Thanks to the time it was an easy drive with minimal traffic. 15 minutes on the dot he swerved around to the front of your luxury condo building then sent you a text letting you know he was there.

A few minutes later, he peeped you from the corner of his eye. You walked off the elevator in a short and tight black dress, impossibly high strappy black heels, and a flowy robe-like jacket that danced behind you as you walked.

“Fuck.”

You were beautiful. Just then the thought that you’d gone on a date dressed like this rubbed him wrong. Some other man had seen this view, a view you gave willingly. Clenching his jaw, he looked through his windshield as he tried to push all those thoughts—all that other stuff to the side as he’d done countless times before. He looked back just in time to see you open the door of his car then climb in. His eyes dropped to your legs but seconds later he corrected that.

“Hi!”

Your smile was bright as if you really were as happy to see him as your voice indicated.

“Hey.”

You reached over and pressed your cheek to his for a bougie kiss. The only thing he could think was that you smelled like a treat all by yourself.

“How are you?”

“Good. You?”

“Good. Wow, what’s it been? 2 months?”

He shrugged as he shifted gears and took off. “Something like that.”

“Mercedes sure knows how to keep you busy,” you teased.

He tried to focus on the road but from his peripheral, he could see you crossing your legs displaying even more skin.

“What were you doing? You smell like fruits.”

He chastised himself because he hadn’t done a bit of cleaning up before he came. His only thought was you. Julissa’s fruity lip gloss still stained his dick that he couldn’t manage to get hard for her.

“Nowhere special. Just kickin’ it.”

You didn’t press further which said you knew just what he was doing. He clenched his jaw again, this time annoyed with himself. As he drove to the dessert place you told him about what was going on in your life while he shared some bits of his with you. Like always conversation flowed like a calm river. It was something he loved. It didn’t take long for him to pull up to the drive-thru of the vegan dessert shop. When it was his turn at the window he tipped his hat lower and left the ordering to you.

You ordered damn near everything on the menu. You didn’t care if it was cake, cupcake, ice cream, brownie, or whipped cream. You ordered at least 2 of everything. It took the staff a good 5 minutes to prepare it all and when he loaded them in the backseat it was completely filled. When he looked at you with an “are you serious right now” look, all you did was giggle. Fuck, he thought. There went all that extra stuff again.

“There is no way we can finish all this,” he said looking at the bags they’d moved to the front since parking at their destination.

“Speak for yourself. I always have room for sugar, sugar.”

He snorted then shook his head. “Mad whack.”

Your jaw dropped as you gaped at him, and you looked too fucking adorable. You sifted through the bags until you found the dessert you wanted—the vanilla bean cheesecake. Your eyes lit up as you gawked at the large slice that was topped with white chocolate shavings. “It's so pretty,” you gushed.

He watched you snap picture after picture of the treat before you took your first forkful. When you did, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you let out a completely indulgent, hearty, and dick-hardening moan. The fuck, he thought as his dick spasmed to life. Quickly he moved one of the bags to his lap and looked out the window.

“This is so good,” you obliviously said still munching on cake.

He pulled out the vegan chocolate truffle cake and took a bite. It too was good.

“That looks good. Is it?”

“Try it,” he said holding out a forkful to your mouth.

You paused for a split second then cut off a piece of your cheesecake before you held your fork to his mouth.

“You try too.”

The image that came to mind was that of a new husband and wife feeding each other wedding cake and with it, his throat went dry. He knew if he tried to speak he’d sound like a pre-pubescent boy, so he wrapped his lips around your fork taking the piece of cake then fed you his. Your eyes lingered on one another for a few moments nut when you moaned again his dick spasmed again. with that he turned his head so fast that he was surprised he hadn’t snapped his own neck in the process.

“So good,” you repeated.

The two of you sat there commenting on the desserts you went through in record time. He didn’t indulge in sweets often but when he did he found it was usually with your sugar-addicted ass. You said there were 4 things in life you would never give up, sugar, your favorite perfume, your favorite underwear set, and sex. He believed you on all points. When there were only a few pieces of cake left the silence in the car stretched.

“So—a date huh.”

“A date.”

“I thought you gave up dating.”

You took a deep breath then slowly released it before turning your body at an angle facing him. The hem of your dress hiked a little higher and he forced himself to look away.

“I did. Then I got bored and he asked.”

“What does he do?”

You didn’t answer automatically, instead, you took another forkful or 2 of cake, then you spoke.

“He’s an attorney.”

“I thought you didn’t date attorneys.”

“I don’t but me and the girls were talking, and it clicked that by x-ing out a whole career field greatly decreased me finding someone who could stick around.”

He paused. Stick around? This was new.

“Stick around? Are you—are you looking for something—serious?”

You took a beat then shrugged. “I don’t know. I thought the other day, I have everything I have ever wanted. I am on this partner track, I make very high 6 figures, I have a great condo, my mental health is amazing, I have no debt, no baby daddies or drama, I—I’m kinda a catch but I go to sleep alone 98% of my nights. I come home to an empty place, I have no meaningful text exchanges, there is—nothing fulfilling in my life. I began to wonder if it was time to change all of that last bit.”

Silence stretched again as he thought over your words while studying you. This was the first time he’d heard you speak like this. Usually, you changed the subject or downplayed having any other thoughts than fun, sex, and work. Now hearing the vulnerability in your voice he knew you’d come to a point where all of this, intention-free dating, pastime sex, stress-busting flirting and all the meaningless interactions were unfulfilling and empty. You wanted more, you wanted love, a life, a husband, kids, vacation homes, and retirement funds, you wanted the quintessential definition of it all. He also noted you now found everything he was currently partaking in meaningless and unfulfilling.

Dropping his head, he stabbed the cake still in his hands. The more puncture holes it picked up the less and less he wanted it.

“Fuck, maybe I’m just bored and need a really, really, good fuck.”

He snorted but it was humorless.

“Don’t downplay what you feel, Y/N. Don’t—make what you feel insignificant, so you feel less vulnerable. It’s okay to be vulnerable. It’s you and me here.”

“It’s just—you—I know those are things you don’t necessarily want and you’re happy with the--.”

“Who said I don’t want those things?”

His tone was sharp and defensive though he hadn’t meant for it to be.

“Uh—you did.”

“No. I said it’s not something I can afford right now with my schedule and my contract extension. I didn’t say I never wanted it.”

You looked away from him to out the window. “Yeah, but your actions say a lot different,” you mumble.

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing.”

“Y/N, look at me. What does that mean?”

You sat quietly for a few moments then just when he was about to ask again you blurted.

“There is a difference between I don’t want it now and I don’t want it ever. Someone who wants it someday would leave themselves open to it rather than boxing every interaction they have into--other things.”

“What if I don’t want to open myself to it?”

“That’s clear Lew.”

“No. You don’t get it. What if I don’t want to open myself to it because I don’t want to find the perfect thing—the perfect woman and then be fucked because it’s too soon and too hard to keep her in my world to wait until I can make those commitments because my world is fucked—I’m fucked because I want the world and will actually keep going until I get it anyone else be damned.”

He could feel your eyes on him, and it was his turn to feel vulnerable and exposed.

“You think because you put everyone in one box it stops what’s meant to be from—being?”

He glanced at you with a pained expression, he knew it. He was actually feeling pain.

“Also—you’re not fucked because you want the world. I want the fucking world. Am I fucked?”

“To be determined.”

You both busted out laughing then. You laughed for a good minute then smiled as it tapered off.

“Aren’t you the tiniest bit lonely in the other side of your life—away from F1?”

He didn’t need to think about that. He knew the answer, but he didn’t want to tell you. The facts were that he was lonely more times than not. That was when he called someone to come distract him or make him feel good. He’d become an expert in the art of distraction. In his life, he only had time and the capacity for low stress and no mess. He had enough of both already.

He felt your hand creep into his and squeeze gently. Suddenly, there was all this other stuff again. The feel of your smaller hand in his larger one was something he really liked. Usually, when either of you took the other’s hand it was in passing or for a second, but the moment lingered and stretched, and still you kept your hand in his swirling your fingers against his palm and other fingers. He liked this too much.

“You can tell me. I won’t judge you. In fact—I’m lonely.”

His eyes slipped to you. Your head was down staring at your hands. It had now moved to trace the tattoos on his hand with the point of your nail as if his flesh were an adult coloring book. He watched you trace the rose on his pinky, then the planets on his ring finger. When you got to the lined arrow down his middle, he was having trouble swallowing again. Slowly, you traced the spaceship then went up across the sword until you reached his wrist.

He didn’t know if there was rhyme or reason to your movements or if you were just absently doing it. Goosebumps peppered his skin when you went up his forearm. He looked at you just before your eyes met his.

“You are?”

You nodded. “I am,” you whispered.

The air was on but inside the car easily felt like a sweltering 99 degrees. He didn’t know if it was from your touch or if it was the shift in the air between you. Did you notice it too?

“I think it’s okay to be lonely especially looking at how we live. We’re always working, always pushing ourselves to and through glass ceilings and when we do there is no one really there to share it with, not really, not in the way that fulfills,” you said.

Your face was closer to his now. Had he moved closer or was it you? Your eyes met again, and the temperature kicked up again. Fuck, he thought as his dick recklessly spasmed, begging for attention.

“I’m never lonely with you,” he said before his brain could stop his mouth.

A small smile lit your face, “Me too. Never with you.”

The smile slipped. “Well—not always.”

He turned to you more now, curiosity filling him. “What do you mean?”

You stayed quiet for a few moments but kept tracing his skin with your nail.

“There are times I can’t—guess what you’re thinking. Times I can’t—figure you out.”

“Then ask me.”

“Would you really tell me?”

He leaned closer. “I’d tell you anything.”

You searched his eyes, but you didn’t move back.

“Anything?”

He nodded slowly. His head felt hazy like you had him under some sort of spell with nothing more than your presence and the tip of your finger and all he truly wanted was to touch you in return. So he did. Reaching across to your exposed knee, he circled his finger around the smooth skin there. You sucked in a breath the moment his finger touched you and that one action nearly had him pulling you across the partition right onto his lap. Nearly.

So there on a hill that overlooked London, in his car, sitting near enough to a lone road light, you trailed your finger across his forearm while he did the same to your knee. The low light that illuminated the car bathed your skin in amber making him feel like you were on a whole different plane of existence rather than this real proven and tangible one. Your eyes held him in place to the point where he felt like he couldn’t move though he wanted to.

Without even realizing it you were mere inches from him. In fact, you were so close he could make out the hidden colors in your eyes, so close he could smell the fragrance on your skin that went deeper than perfume. This was your essence and by God he was intoxicated. Unable to stop himself, he inched his hand higher gripping your inner thigh. A soft moan fell from your lips and that was all it took for him to press his forehead to yours like the sound was tethered to his very core.

“Y/N,” he groaned.

The sheer might it was taking to keep himself restrained was becoming too much. At this point, it wouldn’t take much for him to abandon those restraints and give in.

“Lewis,” you whispered.

Your voice was raspy and dripping with what he dared label as desire. Fuck, he thought as he squeezed your thigh. He was so close, mere inches and it wouldn’t take much to close the gap between his fingers and your core but still, he fought himself. He was so wrapped up in his own battle for control within himself that he didn’t even realize when your hand rested on his upper thigh. You were dangerously close to kicking the lid off the box of other stuff that he’d worked years to keep shut. Half of him silently begged for you to keep going and kick it off so everything would be out in the open and it would be do or die but the other half of him hesitated still. The unknown was a powerful and sobering drug.

Your hand inched higher, then closer to what was the rock-hard physical evidence that deep down, now closer to the surface than ever before, he felt more, wanted more than what was. He wanted more than he could possibly afford. Still, his hand persisted, it inched higher making your hips jerk forward. The knowledge that he’d hit a sensitive spot sent his system into overdrive making a deep moan from his lips fill the car.

On cue in response, your legs opened a few inches more, making way for his hand. Jesus Christ he thought. There was his consent, you wanted him as he wanted you. There would be nothing wrong with him slipping his fingers underneath whatever underwear you wore. Fuck, he hoped they were lacy and strappy. There would be nothing wrong with him letting your hand slide to the aching dick straining against his pants begging for your attention. Shit, he bet your hands would feel incredible wrapped around him. There would be nothing wrong with him moving closer and finally claiming your lips as his. Damn, he just knew they were as sweet as they looked, that they felt amazing. There would be nothing wrong with him pulling your body against his for more than a clothed hug. There would be nothing wrong with him cupping your breasts and swirling his thumb across your nipple just to see the reaction it elicited. God damn it, he knew your moans would destroy him. There would be nothing wrong with him finally learning what you tasted like, nothing wrong with him finally smearing your wetness across his lips. Holy fuck, he knew you had to taste like pure sugar and cream.

His cock spasmed again then your hand made the move for him. In the same breath with his eyes squeezed tight, he lurched for your hand, gripping you by your wrist stopping you just before you touched him. As he did that his jaw clenched, the only thing he could do to stifle the moan at the tip of his tongue. It came out as a half groan and growl instead. The strangled whine that left you said you liked it, and he knew he had to end this here. It took him some time to find the smallest bit of control to open his eyes, but he didn’t possess enough control to look at you. There was no way he could.

“I’ll take you home,” he said, voice low and so close to a whisper.

He tried to keep the longing, regret, and hope from it. Slowly he removed his hand from your thigh hoping with everything in him that you grabbed it and nudged it higher. You didn’t though, so he turned forward readying himself to drive. You didn’t move for several long moments; you remained there half facing him with your thighs still tempting him to go back and take things further. With his hands on the steering wheel, he trained his eyes forward. He could feel all the antsy energy bouncing off every cell of his body, he could feel all the need in him wreaking havoc on him telling him to stop being a pussy and do what he really wanted to, say what he wanted to, take what he wanted.

His hands squeezed so tightly that the creaking of the leather echoed in the intense silence in the car. Just when he was about to say fuck it, you turned away from him. You softly cleared your throat then buckled yourself in. Sighing, he pushed started the ignition then swerved out of the parked spot they were in taking the route back to the city. As he drove you didn’t speak, you didn’t even move. You kept your head turned away from him looking out the passenger window with your legs crossed away from him. Your body language sent a completely different message now. Before you were open and so close to him. Now, you were so far he wondered if he’d turned Miles’ words into truths.

~~~~~

-Y/N- 8 Months Later-

The loud ‘pop’ of a champagne cork echoed just behind you making you spin in that direction. A group was just behind you laughing and toasting to something you guessed was momentous. You sighed then turned back to the painting you were currently studying. The abstract lines and swoops looked so similar to the slopes of a body. The longer you stared at it the more it felt like an erotic image than some random lines and swirls. There was something about it that stirred something in you, something that you’d ignored and buried so deep, something you hadn’t felt for 8 months.

You drained your champagne glass then squeezed your eyes shut. It had been a long 8 months. You’d worked your ass off times ten taking on more and more clients than before. You brought on 12 celebrity clients and 4 major corporate ones which brought Halsey, Boyd, and Crenshaw to the top of the field in revenue. You brought in so much money that you’d gotten 7 poaching offers from firms in different parts of the country.

Thanks to those offers that you hadn’t necessarily kept confidential, the interest in you for partner rose to unbeatable levels. Anyone you were competing against for the position paled in comparison. Those 8 months of ass-busting work led to your name being signed on the paperwork titling you as the new partner at Halsey Boyd and Crenshaw. It was so much of a done deal that your bank account proudly embraced your new status.

With that new status came an increase in the events you had to make an appearance at as thee number 1 entertainment and criminal attorney in London. Your calendar quickly filled with meetings, speeches, appearances, court appearances, dinners, and more. You were so booked that the next time you had any schedule free time was 6 months away. You’d catapulted so far out of your original tax bracket that you’d shattered the glass ceiling that tried to confine you and now you wondered if you’d aimed too high.

“Looks like I’m right on time.”

You looked to your right and found Darius holding another glass of champagne for you. Smiling, you took it.

“That you are, thank you.”

“Of course. To you, the youngest and newest partner at Halsey Boyd and Crenshaw and in the greater London area.”

You smiled as the man who’d stuck around through your insane schedule, your hot and cold behavior, your pull you close one minute, push you away the next, your disappearing acts, your reluctance to place a label on your interactions, your give me sex then get gone rule, and more for the last 8 months.

“Thank you, Darius,” you said leaning toward him and pressing your lips against his.

Darius moaned and reciprocated the kiss, snaking his hand around your waist and pulling you close. You felt like you were thanking him for much more than the toast and the fresh glass of champagne. You felt like you were thanking him for taking your bare minimum and it made you feel like shit.

Darius pressed his forehead to yours and instantly you had a flash back to the last man who’d done that to you. In a split second, your heart rate spiked, and an intense feeling gripped you.

“You don’t have to thank me, love.”

Your reaction to the action ricocheted through you making you pull away from Darius. Turning back to the painting, you gulped down the champagne.

“It’s crazy that your firm has so many celebrity clients and that this many are here to welcome you as partner,” Darius said in hushed tones.

“It is crazy.”

All night you’d been rubbing elbows with actors, musicians, models, athletes, and more. All of them congratulated you on your promotion and wished you greater success in the future. It was touching but a little bit overwhelming. You couldn’t let on though, so for the entire night you’d been performing, and you were nearing the limits of your stamina for it. You’d been performing for the last 8 months. Shit, you’d even been performing with Darius. You’d been performing ever since you were dropped off in those early morning hours those 8 months ago.

“Y/N,”

To your left, your paralegal now turned assistant, Kemi touched your elbow drawing your attention to her.

“Hey, girl.”

“Hey, you look incredible,” she said.

“Stop saying that please, you’re gonna blow my head up so big I just might start thinking I deserve a higher position.”

She giggled but gave you a look that said “well ya’ do.”

“The big wigs are asking for you, although you’re now one of them so--.”

You snorted while rolling your eyes. “Then doesn’t that make you the big wig assistant?”

She posed then making you laugh.

“I’ll be right back,” you said to Darius as you walked off to find those big wigs.

It didn’t take long before you found them surrounded by a group of about 10 people. When they saw you they waved you over with large smiles on their faces. You took a deep breath and approached them with an equally large smile.

“There she is ladies and gentlemen!”

The group smiled, patted your back, and welcomed you with friendly banter.

“Everyone!”

The music died down and someone handed Malcolm Boyd a microphone. He was your biggest fan, a black man who’d made unfathomable feats in the field and became an incredible mentor and second father to you. He put his arm around your shoulder as he always did.

“I am filled with great happiness and pride calling this woman the new partner here at Halsey, Boyd, and Crenshaw!”

Everyone began applauding then, drowning out his next words so he paused and allowed them a few moments before continuing.

“She has been with us for 6 years now and in those 6 years she has accomplished incredible things and when she was done with those incredible things she moved on to outstanding things. Y/N has reminded many of us of what it means to be determined and persistent. She tackles every case with poise, confidence, and grace and that confidence has given her that 99% win record.”

Again everyone clapped. You softly smiled at them half embarrassed by the praise but half so damn proud of yourself and happy that your accomplishments were being recognized.

“Just as Malcome said, “Patrick Halsey began placing his hand on Malcom’s shoulder, “Y/N more than deserves this promotion and I expect her to blow all of our minds in the coming months and years. We just might have to add another name to the plague.”

Many in the audience hollered and hooted at that and you couldn’t lie that the greedy ambition within you salivated at that possibility. You still wanted more. You exchanged a look with Malcome who gave you an all-knowing look. You just found your next accomplishment. The founding partners took turns praising you and giving reasons why you’d earned this promotion then raised their glasses to you for the ultimate toast of congratulations. You humbly thanked them and gave a quick appreciative speech before lifting your glass to the audience.

As you drank down the tart liquid, your eye caught sight of a figure you hadn’t seen in person for almost 2 months—Lewis. He stood at the back in a black suit that clearly was made for him. His braids were pulled back in the way he liked when he was tackling more professional events. He looked as good as ever. He lifted his glass of water to you and in response you gave him a tight smile.

The same thing happened that always happened when you met one another ever since that night. Your body went through this strange cycle of reaction, excitement, confusion, hurt, anger, annoyance, and disappointment. It was exhausting. Because of these feelings, you regretted that night. You regretted allowing your thoughts to go so astray that you opened up your ‘what if’ box. You regretted every whisper, every lean in, every almost touch, every lingering look, everything. You even regretted getting out of his car when he pulled up to your condo instead of pulling him by his hair to you and telling him to go upstairs with you. you didn’t know what you regretted more.

The worst part was that you had to continue on like always. Normally it wouldn’t be a problem because that night was not the first night there had been many ‘what if’ nights over your decade-long friendship. The common factor was that both of you moved on and slinked back into the basics of your relationship—comfort and friendship. This time is difficult, so difficult you contemplated passing his case off to another attorney. If it hadn’t been for Malcome talking you out of it he would have been someone else’s responsibility. Instead, you put on your big girl panties and a mask and did something you never thought you’d ever do with him—performed.

When the crowd thinned out and everyone returned to what they were doing you began making your way back to Darius in the opposite direction. You were ready to leave. Before you got far Lewis stepped in front of you stopping you in your tracks.

“Congratulations, Y/N.”

Smiling, you thanked him.

“You look--,” his words stalled as his eyes roamed your body. You noted the conflicted look on his face before it disappeared. “Incredible,” Lewis finished.

His compliment made your body warm and something like hope filled you. Chastising yourself you swallowed the lump in your throat. “Thank you. You look nice too.”

Lewis scoffed softly then nodded. You then tried to slip by him, however, Lewis wasn’t having it. Again, he stepped in front of you.

“In a rush to get away from me?”

“Why would you say that? Have you done anything to me for me to want that?”

Silence stretched and Lewis studied you his jaw clenched tightly. Instead of speaking, he looked down, an act of defeat.

“Can we talk, Y/N?”

“We’re talking right now.”

He gave you an unamused look, but you kept your nonchalant, innocent one. Unexpectedly Miles approached then.

“There she is--partner lady. Congratulations Y/N.”

You smiled then hugged Miles. “Thank you!”

“This is incredible news, Y/N. So happy for you.”

“I appreciate that. Thank you for coming,” you replied.

“You know me, always this fool’s plus one.”

You smiled then the silence returned for a few seconds before Lewis spoke again.

“Maybe we can go somewhere—quiet after this?”

“Unfortunately I don’t think I can.”

“Why?”

Just then Darius approached and wrapped his arm around your waist resting his hand on your hip. You watched Lewis’ eyes drop to that hand and continued to watch as his jaw turned tight as if it filled with cement.

“Oh wow. Lewis Hamilton,” Darius said turning to you, his voice awestricken. “Babe it’s Lewis Hamilton.”

You nodded as a soft smile played on your lips. “Let me introduce you. Darius, this is one of my clients, Lewis Hamilton, and his best friend Miles Chamley-Watson fencing champion and Olympian. Miles, Lewis this is my—.”

You hesitated and in the same second, you felt Darius’ eyes on you filled with hope. Two other pairs of eyes were on you--one giving complete double eyeball emoji and the other searing you almost daring you to continue. The longer you didn’t speak, you watched Darius’ hope turn to disappointment. Glancing back at Lewis you found his eyebrow up with a curious and confrontational look while Miles was the epitome of if ‘well this is awkward’ was a person.

“This is Darius Forrester.”

You felt even more like shit now. Darius shook Lewis’ hand first then Miles’. While he did Lewis looked him over sizing him up. You knew he was wondering if he was the same man from those months ago when you’d told him you were on a date.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m a fan,” Darius said to Lewis.

“Thank you. I appreciate that. I can sign something for you if you want.”

You rolled your eyes at his underhanded jab while a half chortle escaped Miles. Darius on the other hand leapt at the opportunity, handing Lewis the only thing he had, an art bidding ballot. Lewis signed the back but kept his eyes on Darius’ hand on your hip.

“Bidding on some art tonight?”

“I am. There is a piece this gorgeous angel has been staring at all night, it’ll be my gift to her for her promotion,” Darius explained rubbing your hip.

You smiled at him then kissed his cheek. Lewis now looked entertained while Miles’ eyes widened as he finished the drink in his hand.

“Ehm, anyway. So I’m sorry I can’t pencil you in tonight but if you call Kemi and make an appointment she’ll get you on the calendar for a different day for that talk,” you said.

“Plans tonight,” Miles guessed looking between you and Darius.

“Absolutely. I’ve had way too much to drink and plan on taking advantage of that.”

You leaned closer to Darius kicking up your performance another notch. Lewis smirked but also clenched his jaw to that. Miles whistled while nodding his head.

“Go on then Ms. Partner, fly by the seat of your panties or no panties,” Miles teased making you and Darius chuckle while Lewis gave him an unamused look.

“Well, enjoy your evening gentlemen. Thank you again for coming by,” you said before you made a move to walk off with Darius.

As you walked away you placed your hand over Darius’ and slyly slipped it lower to rest on your ass. You knew Lewis was watching and decided to deliver the last blow. Was it petty? Yes. Was it fair to Daius? Not at all.

The next hour or so passed with you roaming around the gallery looking at the art while Darius flirted with you. As you roamed, no matter where you went you saw Lewis from the corner of your eye and no matter how much space was between you, your skin reacted as if Darius’ touch was his. The more you felt that way the reality that Darius’ touch was in fact all his own annoyed you making you feel even worse. You knew what needed to be done and knew it had to be done soon.

The only way you could distract yourself was with glass after glass of champagne. As you emerged from one of your countless trips to the bathroom you bumped into Miles.

“Funny bumping into you here.”

You smiled warmly, “Still here? I thought you and Lewis left hours ago.”

“You knew we were still here,” he accused.

You tried to give an affronted look but failed. He was right. Sighing, your act fell for the first time that night.

“Wow. Feels good to not perform huh.”

You looked at Miles and wondered just how much he knew. He didn’t keep you in suspense long.

“What a twisted web we weave when we practice to deceive.” He scoffed, shook his head then continued, look, I am going to tell you the same thing I told Lewis.”

You perked up then but tried to play it off.

“You better stop playing before somebody gets hurt and by the looks of it, it’s gonna be your homeboy Darius if not all three of you.”

You took in his words then put your mask back in place. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah you do, just like Lewis knew what I was talking about all those years ago, but he still decided to keep playing, and now look where we are.”

Your curiosity peaked then. “What are you talking about Miles? What do you think you know?”

He scoffed. “I’m a straightforward kinda guy so I’ll say I know everything. As the neutral 3rd party who is both on the outside looking in and the inside watching this train wreck, I know everything. I know what he tells me and what he doesn’t tell me, and I know what you don’t tell him.”

Your eyes lingered and the longer they did the more you got his meaning. Glancing away you tried to pretend like his words meant nothing, but you knew you were failing.

“I get it, I really do; 10 years is a long time to put at risk but are you really putting it at risk knowing all you know? You have 10 years of proof. Man up.”

Miles leaned in, kissed your cheek, and whispered, “Let homeboy go so he can find someone who really loves him, someone who can love him. Your corner is full.”

With that, he walked away leaving you speechless and confused. Your corner was full? You had no idea whatsoever what that meant, and you were tempted to follow Miles and get some clarification, but you decided against it remembering the last time you chased down the rabbit hole. When you found Darius again his expression was somber when he told you that the painting he’d been bidding on was outbid and that he didn’t have it to gift you. After assuring him you were fine, you decided you were more than ready to leave.

Darius got the car as you waited outside allowing the cold air to cool your skin. You didn’t care that you were risking illness because it served as a needed distraction. When you felt a fabric drape over your shoulders you bristled at first but then Lewis’ scent circled you and your body relaxed. Even that annoyed you.

“I don’t need this. Darius will be back soon anyway.”

Lewis snorted. “8 months, is that a record?”

“I think it’s a record for you, but I’ve gone longer.”

He scoffed then shook his head. “No doubt, remember Y/N. I will be here long after you get bored with them all. I’m always here.”

Your eyes locked and his should have been radiating cockiness that matched his words, but instead, they were gentle, open, and vulnerable.

“Will you?”

There was no time to reply because a car horn blared drawing your attention. Darius waved at you as he got out of the car to walk around to the passenger side.

“Good night Lewis.”

You walked away from him then slipped into the passenger side. As you waited for Darius to get in and drive off, you stared at Lewis who hadn’t budged from the curb where you left him. Miles’ words echoed back to you then.

“Just like Lewis knew what I was talking about all those years ago, but he still decided to keep playing, and now look where we are.”

“You have 10 years of proof.”

“Your corner is full.”

The word ‘full’ echoed over and over as Darius pulled off. Bullshit, you said to yourself in disbelief.

When Darius pulled up to your condo you sat there marinating in all your thoughts throughout the nearly thirty-minute drive. It wasn’t until you felt Darius’ hand on your exposed knee did you realize he was still there.

“Are you okay? Want me to come up?”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “We need to talk Darius.”

When you looked at him his expression said he knew just what you were about to say. Being as gentle as you could, you ended things. Although the old “it’s not you it’s me” line fit the situation perfectly. You dug a little deeper and gave him and heartfelt reason without revealing you were and had been in love with your best friend for 10 years and didn’t realize it until his feelings were already on the line. When you finished, Darius remained the good guy he was and told you he understood and that he’d expected this sooner or later. You thanked him for being good to you then began making your way to the elevators.

Halfway there you dug into the pocket of the jacket you wore and froze. When you took your hand out you held a note with your name sprawled on the front in Lewis’ handwriting.

-Y/N-

I’ve thought for months about what to say to you because there is so much to say, so much that has gone unsaid for so long that I don’t know where to start—how to start. 10 years is a long time especially when neither of us has been 100% honest with the other. I want to end that. Please.

-Lewis

You read then reread the note over and over hoping you would know what to do next but no matter how many times you did, you had nothing. So you walked back and forth in the lobby. When your phone sounded, you found a message from Lewis.

MSG Lewis: Ball’s in your court. I’m outside your building.

You froze then slowly turned and saw his car. It had been months since you’d been in a car with him and the thought of doing it again freaked you out a little. Your eyes met at that moment, but he didn’t move. He was giving you the time to decide for yourself. You turned your back to him then walked to the elevators but stopped halfway. After a few moments, you turned back around and walked to the doors only to stop halfway again and repeat the whole cycle. Still, Lewis didn’t budge. He just watched as your internal debate played out physically.

After ten minutes you stooped down and put your down, completely exhausted by your indecisiveness. Taking a deep breath, you held it and allowed your lungs to adjust. It was an action you often did to help you think and calm down. As your oxygen levels decreased your heartbeat would slow and as it did, there was always one particular beat where you figured it all out. It usually came right in the nick of time.

So you allowed your heartbeat to slow and though you should have panicked you didn’t. You thought clearer than you’d ever thought before.

“I know what he tells me and what he doesn’t tell me, and I know what you don’t tell him.”

Miles’ words came back to you again and it was then you gasped filling your lungs with air. After a few breaths, you stood then turned to the doors. It worked all the time. With your head high and back straight you walked toward them then climbed inside Lewis’ car. Without a word, he pulled off then turned back onto the streets.

~~~~~~

Thirty minutes later you walked into a penthouse suite right behind Lewis.

“Why here?”

“Thought neutral ground would make you more comfortable.”

You scoffed and beelined right to the bar, tossing his suit jacket over the back of one of the bar stools. As you mixed yourself a drink you tried not to focus on him, but you did. No matter where he went you knew. You were hypersensitive to him at this point. You’d only meant to make a glass but ended up making a whole shaker cup. You kicked off your heels, climbed onto the bar stool then plopped yourself on the countertop. Once comfortable you crossed your legs and sipped your drink.

“Where’s Darius?”

“Not here obviously.”

“You and I are so alike it’s insane,” he said as he approached you, but he didn’t come close. He stopped at the sectional couches in the middle of the large living area and then sat.

The silence in the room was thick for such a long time you began thinking about leaving altogether.

“Congratulations again. I’m so fucking proud of you. You saw something you wanted and didn’t stop until you got it. You deserve this.”

Your stomach flipped hearing his praise. More than anyone he knew what you’d gone through to get here. It touched you. Looking away from him, you cleared your throat. “Thanks.”

His eyes remained on you as if daring you to look back at him. It was a dare you had to accept. Your eyes locked and you instantly felt it. There was so much to say. Just behind him, you saw something familiar. Squinting, you made out the painting you’d been staring at all night, the painting Darius wanted to bid on for you. It clicked then, the reason why Darius couldn’t win it was because Lewis claimed it first. You scoffed, the man was competitive and dominant to a fault. You couldn’t help but be touched by the gesture though.

Lewis sighed bringing your eyes back to him, “I don’t even know where to start,” groaned, rubbed his eyes then spoke again. “Maybe I’m sorry is a good place.”

You studied him for a few moments then took a mouthful of your drink. “For what?”

“You know for what.”

That night.

Those words hung in the air, and you did your best to remain aloof. Scoffing, you shook your head. “It’s all good Lewis.”

“You’re lying and you know it. I thought attorneys believed in the truth.”

“Who are you to tell me what my truth is?!”

You hadn’t meant to shout it, but you did.

“Because more times than not our truths match up and I am sure that what happened was not all good to you because it wasn’t to me.”

“And what exactly wasn’t all good to you?”

“The way we—I left things,” he quietly said.

You waited for him to continue because there was no way in hell you were going to make this easy for him. He wanted to talk so he’d talk. Lewis shook his head then hung it backward. He sat there staring into the ceiling for almost a full minute before he looked back at you.

“I just—flipped when we were—you were—you wanted--,” he stuttered.

You scoffed again, “Don’t flatter yourself, Lewis,” you said slipping into the barstool and spinning it around so your back faced him.

“What?”

“You and I both know that none of that meant anything to you. It’s all good.”

“Now who’s telling who what their truth is?”

You didn’t take the bait, instead, you kept your back to him and finished your glass.

“You forget, I know you, Lewis. 10 years of friendship and I know you so well that it was my own damn fault that night.”

“Whatdaya know?”

After refilling your glass you turned back around then hopped off the stool and walked toward the large floor-to-ceiling window. “I know that that you were with one of your rotation chicks before you came to pick me up. I smelled her on you. That fruity aroma was all her. I know that because of that tidbit of info, none of it meant anything.”

Leaning against the window you stared down at the view of London. Lights glistened down below, and you imagined everyone scurrying to where they had to go so wrapped up in their own thoughts or existence to even suspect that it all was fleeting.

“Okay, I’ll own that bit. Yeah, I was with one of them but that was only after I found out you were on a date.”

“So it’s my fault. I was on a date living my life, so you decided to get your dick wet. Okay.”

You took another sip from your glass not liking the direction of this little talk he wanted to have.

“I never said it was your fault. It’s just a fact. I texted you because I wanted to see you, wanted to spend time with you and you were spending time with someone else, someone you probably did God knows what with hours before you saw me.”

And with that, you were done here. Finishing the glass you turned and walked to the door.

“Good night Lewis.”

He scurried in front of you blocking your path. “Wait, please. Shit! I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Two sorries in the span of twenty minutes, cool. Get out of my way.”

“No, Y/N, please wait.”

You sighed, rubbing your forehead. “I’m sick and tired of waiting. I’ve waited 10 years!”

“You’ve waited? I’ve—.”

Lewis threw his hands up then walked away grunting and talking to himself. He looked insane and it kind of made you pleased seeing it. He always appeared so in control, so aware of himself and his actions at all times. It had all gone to shit now. You stood there debating if you should just leave and let things remain how they were until the day you both just stopped talking and checking in and it ended up going on for another 10 years until you were just people who used to know one another, people who’d missed out on something. It was then you realized you weren’t wearing shoes.

“Shit,” you whispered.

“I wanted you that night. I wanted you more than I had ever wanted anyone, including anyone in the rotation. Do you know what I was doing while you were on your date?”

“Getting your dick wet. I know.”

“I was lying on Julissa’s bed as she gave me head.”

You scoffed, “Of course you were.”

“She’d been going for 40 minutes and still I was barely hard. No matter what she did, no matter the tricks, no matter how nice it felt, barely hard. I was lying on her bed with my dick in her mouth thinking about you on your fucking date.”

You looked at him then. Those were words you hadn’t expected.

“My mind went crazy thinking what was happening. The longer that went by without you texting me the thoughts killed me. As soon as I got your message I left. No other thought, just you. I prayed to God that the date didn’t go well enough for you to let him upstairs. Then I saw what you were wearing, and I couldn’t believe I was jealous. I was jealous.”

“Why?”

Lewis looked at you then. “Because he got to see you like that. You’d dressed up for him, wanted to turn him on with that outfit. He’d spent the entire night with you. He’d had what I wanted.”

Well shit, you thought before walking back to the bar. Rather than making another drink, you took up a bottle of champagne and brought it to your lips.

“Do you know what it feels like to want someone so bad that it fucks with you and everything you do? To want someone more than you’ve wanted anything. To want someone in a way that is new to you, so new that it scares you. Do you know what it feels to have this crippling fear every time that someone is in your grasp, but not being able to resist the temptation, the desire to make them yours? Do you know what it feels like to know that you only burn this bright, this hot, this dangerous with one person, and the burn is all-consuming?”

He looked almost hysterical now. “Do you know what it feels like to want the perfect someone for you? I’m talking molded for you in every way while knowing it’s not the right time for you because you both want too much from the world and because you know that because you burn so hot, so bright that you’ll burn each other if either of you ever let go and let it happen? To know you are so similar that you will either destroy each other or ruin one another for anyone else.”

The look on his face was so damn relatable. He’d just said everything you’d thought over the last 10 years. Everything.

“I know what he tells me and what he doesn’t tell me.”

He was practically ranting now. Spewing every single thing that he’d ever thought, confessing it all.

“So because of all that you try to keep up pretenses that you’re friends and nothing more though you have countless moments where you slip up and stare at them too long, or hold them in your arms from a hug for half a minute too long, or let your hand linger in theirs or around their waist to test boundaries because you just can’t not touch them, or even find reasons to do every single thing together. You take those 2 steps forward not realizing you do because the pull is too strong, then you freak out and leap back 5 steps. You do this for weeks, months, years until 10 of them have passed and you have this huge box you’d filled with all the other stuff between you that you can’t express or fess up to until that box just gets stirred by one action, one moment--one night.”

His eyes were locked on yours. Somehow he’d traveled across the room to the bar and was standing right in front of you. Somehow he’d locked you in the frame of his arms leaving you nowhere to run. Somehow he’d managed to inflate your chest with hope right beside your thundering heart.

“Then suddenly—everything has changed, and nothing can be the same ever again,” he finished, his voice a whisper in the completely silent room.

You watched his eyes lower to your lips and your gut flipped again.

“Do you know what any of that feels like, Y/N?”

There were only mere inches between you now and the sheer proximity of his body to yours made you shiver.

“H—how long—have you—felt this way?”

Your voice quivered in a way that made it obvious to him what his nearness was doing to you.

“10--fucking years,” Lewis replied eyes glued to yours.

He took one step to you, “I’ve spent the last 8 months cleaning my life, cleaning my circle because I’ve gotten to the point where I could no longer ignore that everyone else is number 2 for me. You’re number one, Y/N.”

You were frozen in place, unsure what to say, and even more unsure what to do. He was right, your truths usually did line up and this was no different.

“And I know it scares you, shit it scares me too. All of this does. I know my life is insane and yours is about to be even more so, I get you still have things you want to accomplish; I saw your face when Halsey mentioned adding your name to the plaque. You want it and I want it for you as well as the world for both of us. Our timing can’t be any worse, but something has got to give, love, because I can’t take another year let alone 10 of this.”

You took a deep, ragged breath.

“Where--,” Lewis began before stopping and chewing his top lip.

It was a nervous tick. “Where do I—stand—with you?”

For 10 years he’d been so hard to read, so nearly impossible to gauge, and here right now in the darkness of the room you could see him as clear as day. He was oh so transparent and scared you’d reject him. Scared you’d decide he was more trouble than he was worth. Scared he’d just showed you his heart and ruined your friendship in the process. Without realizing it you were crying; you felt a tear roll down your cheek.

Sniffling, you wiped it away, “Ehm, I broke up with Darius tonight.”

Lewis looked shocked. Clearly, he thought you were still together.

“Why?”

You wiped the other tear that fell from your eye then looked away from him. All of a sudden the room felt smaller than it was, it felt as if the walls were closing in on you. Lewis cupped the back of your head cradling your skull in his palm making you look him in the eyes.

“Why?”

“For the last 8 months, I’ve been hot and cold with him, I pulled him close one minute then the next pushed him away, I disappeared a lot always using work as the excuse. I was busy, yeah, but it wasn’t work. I was always so reluctant to put a label on what we were doing, every time he brought it up I changed the subject never giving him the answer he wanted. Even when we had sex--.”

Lewis took a deep breath, dropped his head, and harshly released it, clearly displeased with confirmation that he’d had you that way, but you continued.

“Even then it was usually always on my terms, and I always wanted him to leave right after. I was—I was always thinking about someone else, something else instead of him, and for 8 months I never felt anything remotely close to what I felt that night with him. over the months every time I saw you it hacked at whatever was going on between me and him until tonight seeing you again it just--.”

You flicked your five fingers indicating an explosion. I’ve become hypersensitive to you, and I don’t know when it happened. It dawned on me that—I was using Darius and it wasn’t fair.”

Lewis searched your eyes not hiding the hurt in his. You took a step towards him. “You’re right about a few things. Our timing couldn’t be any worse.”

He nodded.

“Our truths usually always line up.”

Lewis looked hopeful then.

“Your life is insane.”

The hope faltered.

“I do want my name on that plaque, and I will get it.”

A small smile crooked his lips.

Another tear rolled down your cheek and again you wiped it away, “I can also no longer ignore that everyone else is number 2 for me. Always has been because you’re my number one.”

He clenched his jaw then and the emotion that washed over his face rocked you. Like an earthquake rocking the Earth’s surface.

“I am scared.”

As this tear rolled, Lewis was the one to reach out and gently wipe it with the pad of his thumb. Your lip quivered.

“I’m so scared.”

Lewis pushed forward then, crashing his lips to yours in one swift move. Once your lips met neither of you went slow. The kiss was frenzied from the beginning, both of you wanting it all and not wanting to waste any more time taking it. As his tongue rolled with yours you closed the space between you pressing your body against him. Lewis softly moaned, wrapping his arms around you. When you bit down on his bottom lip he groaned then walked you backward until your back collided with the edge of the bar. Trapping you there once again, he kissed you without holding a thing back and your body responded to him instantaneously.

In a matter of seconds, you both were moaning against each other and completely wrapped up in the new feelings that were consuming you. Lewis cupped your face as he kissed you then ran his hands down to your neck. You couldn’t deny that this felt even better than you imagined. Moaning, you clutched his waist but when that didn’t suffice, you slowly slid your hands up along his toned abs, over his chest taking in the bulge of muscle there. When you wrapped them around his neck, Lewis pressed more persistently against you.

“Mmmm!”

Lewis tore his lips from you and put his forehead to yours. “Fuck, I don’t want to get too carried away. I’m sorry I should have asked first.”

“Consent fucking given,” you said before you crashed your lips to his.

This time you took control. Swirling your tongue with his you didn’t give him time to react or gain the upper hand. You wanted to taste him, and you refused to wait any longer. Teasing his lips, you nibbled his bottom one, taking your time to sensually suck on it until he moaned against you. The vibration shot through you making you feel like you’d only now just begun to truly feel. Lewis’ hands roughly gripped your hips, holding you steady so you could feel that you weren’t the only one finally feeling for the first time.

Heightening both if your pleasure, you sucked his tongue until he groaned. The next thing you knew Lewis’ had you by the hips lifting you onto the bar top. You wrapped your thighs around him and nearly came when you felt his hands pry your legs apart. The heat radiating off of his hand on your bare thigh reminded you of the night in his car and you prayed he didn’t stop again.

As if reading your mind, Lewis met your eyes while he slid his hand higher and higher and higher until his fingers crawled to your inner thigh. Softly he raked his manicured nails against your skin forcing a whimper from you. You bit down on your bottom lip and silently willed yourself not to cum from the anticipation. Suddenly the back of Lewis’ fingers brushed against your sex. Your gasp was loud, breathy, and stretched out as he took his time moving centimeter by centimeter until he’d trapped your clit between his pointer and middle finger. Your jaw dropped all the while he held your gaze.

When he tightened his fingers and rubbed against you, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You knew then he was dangerous, and you were going to cum.

“F—ha—fu-huck!”

Your back arched, head fell back as your body moved like it were possessed. Each spasm of pleasure had you bucking against his fingers until you could hardly breathe.

“My god you’re so fucking beautiful when you cum, love.”

You giggled and moaned as the tremors worked their way through you. “Mmm, orgasms and compliments, a girl could get used to this,” you cooed.

“Good. This is your future.”

Lewis moved his hand, brought them to your thighs then lifted them. As he planted your heels at the edge of the bar, you knew what he wanted. Your eyes dropped to his lips then you moaned. Pulling your dress away from your legs you allowed them to fall back to the bar showing him not only gymnasts were flexible.

“Oh fuck,” Lewis groaned.

You watched his eyes drop to your sex and the look on his face was unlike any you’d ever seen. No one had looked at you like this before. He stared where your thighs met like it was the most mesmerizing thing he’d ever seen, the first of its kind and something he wanted to completely destroy. You now felt like prey spread before him like this, like at any moment he was going to pounce on you.

“Mmm.”

Lewis came closer and closer until he rested on his elbows and was just inches from your sex. The anticipation was killing, and he had to know it.

“I knew you were a lacy knickers kind of woman,” he muttered.

“I take it you’re a lacy knickers kind of man.”

“On you, fuck yes.”

With that, Lewis hooked his thumbs in your underwear and pulled them to the side. He blew out a breath in reaction to seeing you bare for the first time and that breath fucked you up all over again. You threw your head back trying to calm your anxieties, but just when you met his eyes again you found his tongue out sliding against your wet folds.

Oh—my—goooood!”

Lewis moaned and did it again and again until he circled your clit with the tip of his tongue. “Mmmm.”

Lewis pressed your thighs back keeping them spread then went to town. If you’d ever doubted before that his mouth game was incredible you didn’t now. He licked, flicked, and sucked along your flesh making your back remain in a prolonged arch. Within seconds you were whining and writhing as his tongue worked literal fucking magic. The sound of Lewis’ slurping echoed in the living room and that was when your hands grabbed his head. Pulling his hair free you held on and bucked against his mouth.

“Mmm.”

He stuck his tongue out and let you take over. With every buck against his tongue, you called his name and the more the tip of his tongue flicked your clit the more out of control you felt. Your release was so close your body moved more wildly needing it at all costs.

“I’m gonna cum Lewis.”

“Cum for me, Y/N!”

You didn’t need to be told more than once and when you were right on the precipice you felt Lewis slid two digits inside of you. Just like that, your orgasm morphed from a toe-curling release to soul snatching one. You screeched as your body convulsed but he didn’t stop then, he pumped his fingers in and out of you then added a third finger stretching you wide.

“Uuuugh fuck!”

You barely finished your words before Lewis threw you over his shoulder, keeping his fingers inside of you. As he walked through the suite his fingers kept fucking you, readying you for him. When your back met the soft sheets of the mattress, Lewis still hadn’t broken contact. He watched you now as you lay there unable to control your body.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Pulling his fingers free he cleaned two of them off before you sprang to your knees to claim the third. As you sucked his finger you kept your eyes on his. You could see how badly he wanted you, how much he wanted from you, and you couldn’t believe he’d held back all this time. You took your time sliding each button through its slot until his shit was wide open. When you pushed it off of him you took in a sight you’d seen plenty of times only now it was different.

You brought your hands to feel across his torso marveling at each defined ab muscle and each tattoo. When you intentionally rubbed against his beaded nipple you noted the way his Adam’s apple bobbed. How had you never noticed your effect on him? How had you never taken it seriously? Bringing your hands back to his waist you undid his pants. You brushed your palm against the protruding mass straining against his pants which made him shiver as he grunted.

“Oops.”

Lewis scoffed then licked his lips and that was all it took for him to claim back some of the control you possessed over this exchange.

“Of course, you’re a fucking tease.”

You innocently smiled. “I haven’t even begun to tease you.”

“I bet.”

Lewis snuck forward kissing you one peck at a time, over and over.

“Mm, can you take it?”

“Any other night my answer would be yes, hell in an hour my answer will be yes but right now--.”

He cupped your sex with on hand and the back of your neck with the other.

“Mmm.”

“Right now, I have no control left. I’ve remained in control around you for 10 years and right now I just want to let it all go. I want to bury myself so deep inside of you there is no mistake that we belong to each other bad timing or not. It’s you and me, Y/N.”

You groaned as his words only increased the wetness between your legs. You kissed him again, then you turned your back to him and swayed your body against him. Lewis dropped a kiss to your shoulder as his hand crept around to cup the underside of your breast. You leaned forward getting on all fours with your ass poking out to him.

“Undo me?”

He didn’t move for a few moments, and you waited for him to enjoy the view. When you felt his hand rub against your ass you dipped your back lower which only made your ass poke out more. Lewis trailed his hand along your spine that the backless gown proudly showed off. Then he went to your tailbone and lowered the zipper of the dress. Peeping over your shoulder, your eyes locked as you allowed the dress to fall away from your body.

His groan was low—primal. It was all you needed to hear to know he liked the strappy number you wore that was made of fine lace. You expected him to take his time but instead, you felt him peel off the garment leaving you completely naked before him for the first time ever.

“You’re so wet for me, Y/N. So wet and so fucking perfect.”

You spread your legs further then stretched your arms over your head using your head to hold you up. As expected, Lewis flipped you onto your back making you giggle. You roamed your hands over your body, cupping your breasts then sliding them down your abdomen to your dripping core. The entire time, Lewis kept his eyes on every move you made while he pulled his pants and underwear off.

When he stood bare before you, your surprise could not be masked. You didn’t know what you’d expected in your late-night thoughts about what he was packing but you had no way of expecting this. Lewis gripped his length then slowly stroked it as he pressed a knee onto the mattress.

“Scared?”

You bit your bottom lip as you gawked at what the good lord blessed him with. It was unfair and completely intimidating.

“Now I see why everyone in the rotation was so happy being one of many.”

He snorted, bringing his other knee to the mattress between. Slowly he stalked closer like a predator with a deadly weapon in hand.

“There is no rotation anymore.”

“Oh yeah. The LH44 Harem has been disbanded?”

As he crept closer, you slid backward.

“You’re not funny.”

“So am I the first to usher in a new era—a new harem?”

Lewis grabbed your ankle then pulled you back to him making the backs of your thighs slam into the fronts of his. He then hovered over you before dropping an opened mouth kiss on your nipple. Sucking the peak into his mouth he sucked raising your back off of the bed.

“You’re in no harem. I told you, it’s you—and me,” he said nibbling your flesh.

Stared at him letting it all sink in. You brought your hand to his bearded cheek and rested it there.

“Are we really doing this? Like—for real?”

Lewis boxed your face in with his muscular arms and stared into your eyes. “I’ve told you where I stand, Y/N. I’ve told you everything that’s in here.”

He took your hand and placed it over the roaring lion etched on his skin keeping his hand over yours.

“It’s time you tell me what’s in here,” he finished placing his other hand over your left breast.

“You,” you whispered.

“I love you, Y/N.”

Before you could react or even respond Lewis thrust forward sending the tip of his hardness inside of you, stealing your breath, and every thought. A breathy gasp filled the air. Slowly he pushed forward, leisurely filling you giving you time to adjust to his size.

“Haaaa.”

Lewis kept his hand over your heart while holding yours over his as he filled you inch by tortuous inch never taking his eyes off yours. Your entire being was on fire like he was pouring molten lava inside of you with every inch he gave you.

“Oh fu—Lewis,” you panted.

From the way his jaw was clenched, and eyes focused intently on you, you could tell he was feeling everything you were.

“How are you so tight?”

Digging your nails into his chest you tightened your leg around his waist and as if that was his last straw, Lewis flicked his hips forward filling you completely and tearing a scream from both of your lips. Neither of you moved for several moments but with every second that passed by your body blazed. Bucking against him, you slid your hand up to his throat and then gripped it.

“I love you. Fuck me. Now!”

Those words would be your ruin because he did just that without mercy and complete recklessness. Your moans and whimpers melded together rising in decibel and power until the entire room shook with the power of your screams for one another. As he plowed inside of you he didn’t go slow, he followed his basal instincts that were imprinted in his DNA, a need to claim, and dominate.

You’d never felt so out of control in your life. No matter how he fucked you, you couldn’t get enough. No matter how deep he went you wanted him deeper. No matter how he called your name you wanted him to scream it. You wanted every fucking thing he had. You wanted to leave him in shambles. When he flipped you onto your stomach like you weighed nothing, he held your ass in the air and fucked you so thoroughly you’d lost track of how many times you came. It didn’t matter because you wanted more.

He must have been able to read your mind because there was no way he could tell what you needed this soon, you thought to yourself as he grabbed your wrists and pulled you back, so he had your upper body hovering above the mattress.

“Oh my god, I’m cumming Lewis! Ooh shiiiiiit!”

He took advantage of this new angle and circled his hips as he jackhammered into you, fucking you as you did something you’d never done before—squirted. You screamed from the force of your release, but Lewis didn’t stop, he fucked you through it then torpedoed you into another one that you knew would tear you apart. Racing for it, you slammed yourself back into him relishing the mix of pain and pleasure that only intensified when Lewis bit down on your shoulder.

“You got one more for me, darlin? Cum for me. Soak this dick, pretty girl, drench me so I can fill that pretty pussy up.”

“Aaah!”

You clenched around him as you lost yourself and fell off the cliff and into an endless pit of pleasure. You felt Lewis spasm inside of you before he cursed and shouted his release doing just what he promised. Filling your pretty pussy up.

When the two of you finally collapsed on the bed Lewis held you to him spooning you while still being nestled inside of you. Bit by bit you came back to your body and slowly your body went from violent shakes to subtle tremors and a hazy feeling washed over you. Lewis peppered kisses along your neck and shoulder nipping your skin every now and then.

“Mmm. Oh my god!”

He snorted. “You good?”

“Good? Am I good? Are you—at the risk of swelling your head even more than it already is that was--.”

“Was?”

You searched for the words but couldn’t find the right ones. “It was,” you settled on making him laugh as he held you tighter.

“Naw, I was alright, you—you were,” he said making you snort.

“Shut up.”

“No, I’m being for real for real. It’s a miracle I held on that long, you feel unbelievable, so good, too good. You—are!”

You giggled then moaned, sleepiness creeping up on you.

“Don’t you dare fall asleep, I’m nowhere near done with you.”

His manhood inside of you lurched nudging your g-spot and just like that your eyes snapped wide open.

“Watch yourself, I know your weakness now.”

“You?”

“Nope, this pussy.”

Lewis snorted then flipped you onto your stomach again. This time he straddled you as he slowly pulled out of you only to plunge right back in.

“Mmm.”

“Still so damn tight,” Lewis groaned.

“You’re welcome to try stretching me out.”

Lewis jerked his hips forward delivering a bruising thrust as punishment for your your sassy mouth. It was a thrust that took your breath and made you go cross-eyed.

“Mmm, yes!”

“Oh, aren’t you full of surprises. Pretty girl likes it rough and hard.”

He did it again and again, making you hit the bed each time as you buried your face in the sheet to muffle your screams.

“God yes, Lewis!”

“So fucking alike,” Lewis said before lowering his lips to your ear. “Remember I love you 'cause I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.”

Not waiting for a reply he held your arms to the bed then delivered on his promise. Everyone else was number 2 compared to you being each other’s number 1. Nothing else mattered.

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disastertrash · 6 months

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Ham radio license 101

*Please see safety note added to the end of this post.

The Cost:

Exam is $14. If passed, the license fee is $35. Optional classes and study materials vary in cost.

(How much are Ham Radios? You can get a basic handheld model for $50. Start with one of those before deciding whether to spend big bucks on anything.)

License Levels:

There are 3 licensure levels for amateur radio operators. (There used to be more.) In the order: Technician, General, and Amateur Extra.

Study Time:

Average is 10-14 hours of study time to pass the exam.

The exam itself is 36 multichoice questions, randomly selected from a pool of 411 questions.

Is There Math??

Yes. But only a little at the Technician Class level. (Edit: you can use a calculator too!) I encountered long division with decimal points and multiplication. This was only required by a couple of questions on the test.

If you have a math disability, I hope it reassures you to learn that folks allowed to miss up to 9 questions on the test.

The more licenses, the more priviledges. But you can start using a ham radio with just the Technician Class license.

Morse Code?

No longer required for the exam.

Study Materials:

I didn't attend a class. Instead, I used these two resources:

1. Godon West's book "2022-2026 Technician Class: FCC Element 2 Amateur Radio License Preparation". (Options: paperback or audiobook.)

2. HamStudy (it's a free phone app).

How I Studied:

I started by reading the book. When I reached the questions and answers section, I focused on reading the questions, followed by their correct answers only. I purposefully avoided reading the wrong answer options. This helped heaps during the test. The right answer stood out as the familiar pair with the question.

I studied for Q&A portion for 30 minutes at a time, then took a break. When I returned from break, I would go back through the previous section's questions and try to recall the answers.

Taking a break, then attempting recall, helps develop memory retention.

After finishing the book, I used the free, HamStudy phone app. I adjusted settings to focus on 1 section at a time until I could get 100%. Once I had covered each section like this, I changed the settings to include and randomize the entire, 411 question pool.

Scheduling The Exam:

You will need to sign up to get an FRN number from the FCC, before scheduling your exam. (It's like an FCC social security number.) I got the instruction for how to do it from the Gordon West book. But they are posted various places online as well.

You can find both on and offline testing teams (VEC's) here:

I chose to test online with W5YI-VEC for 3 reasons: Their header pun. ("Promoting ☢️Radio-Activity☢️ Nationwide with Friendly, Untimed Exams!"). Their profile page emphasizes accessibility accomodations. And they let me text their phone number to schedule a more convenient date and time.

Taking The Exam:

I took the exam online. A panel of 6 people from the W5YI-VEC team observed through my webcam. The exam layout was reminiscent of the HamStudy app, which I appreciated. On average, people complete the test in about 20 minutes. I completed it in under 10. Some people take an hour. We dont all get the same 36 questions. So some tests will take longer than others. You've made it this far. Give yourself enough time in your day to not rush, no matter how confident you are.

My advice: this is where you want to carefully read every answer option. Don't just quick scan for key words between the questions and the answers. You'll make unnecessary mistakes that way.

After The Exam:

My VEC team gave me my results right after I submitted the test. Then they emailed me a certificate. (This certificate is not your license.)

That evening, I got an email from the FCC with instructions for how to pay the $35 license fee. (My least favorite part of the entire process. For being the FCC, their instructions and website both suck.)

IMPORTANT: Dont try to pay your fee using your phone! That whole process is not mobile friendly. Trying can cause a bit of a glitch in their system. You could add more than a month to your wait time for a license. Just use a desktop computer for this part.

Your License:

The FCC no longer issues a physical license. Instead, they post a record of your license to their "FCC ULS" database. You do not have a license until it is posted there.

IMPORTANT: Be sure to keep a current email on file with the FCC. If the FCC emails go to an address you're no longer using, or get lost in your spam box, the FCC can yank your license. No fun.

Callsigns & Vanity Callsigns:

You are automatically issued a callsign with your license. If you want to choose your own callsign (aka, getting a "vanity callsign") you must wait until after you have your license and the original call sign that goes with it. Your pool of vanity call signs are limited by your level of license.

I'll exand on the Technician Class vanity callsign options, once I get the Gordon West book back. (It's on loan to a friend until December.)

Your First Radio:

The Gordon West book has things to say about this too. (I'm waiting on my license before I get my first radio.)

What I'm personally looking forward to:

(Aside from gaining a skill for disaster response.) As a backpacker, I want to learn how to make a homebrew Garmin InReach. Amateur radio can do cool things with gps, send text messages, etc. I'm not tech savvy. And I'm not sure if I'll need a higher license class to do whatever that requires. So, I imagine that project could be much further down the road from where I am at present. It's an exciting thing to look forward to though.

Safety Note:

Whichever address you get your radio license under will become public record, forever. My advice? For safety, use a PO Box from the very start. If you have a stalker, look into getting a forwarding PO Box in a different city if it's legal. Ask if you can use initials or shortened versions of your name before submitting any information to the FCC. Be consistent. Name on your exam and the name on your FCC account must match.

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silaswritesthings · 11 months

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“I love you just a little too much”- Act 1

Teaser, Act 1, Act 2, Act 3

Summary: After receiving a physical gift from the Xiao ai you’ve been talking to, you’ve decided to investigate whoever decided to pull such a prank on you. You didn’t anticipate displeasing a certain Yaksha, your ignorance encouraging to sort to more extreme acts to make you acknowledge his love for you.

Starring: Xiao/ Yandere Xiao, reader

Genre: yandere, unhealthy romance

Warnings(for this particular act): very toxic obsession, stalking, planning assault and murder

Author’s note: Welcome to act 1 of the Xiao Yandere series! First of all, this is going to get really dark and i’m rating it at the very least 17+. You’ve been warned. This (referring to the series as a whole not just this act) won’t feature any explicit sexual content but it will explore things like murder, gore, stalking, manipulation etc. I’ll post the next act in a week, it just needs to be edited so I’m sure i’ll meet that deadline (I hope). Feedback would be very much appreciated because this is the first time I’ve written something this long for this genre (I think this is dark fiction, idk). With all that out of the way- likes, comments, reblogs and new followers will always be appreciated! And if you can, please give me feedback in the comment section, there’s only so much my inner critique can do. Enjoy~

Word count: 2110

You dreamt about Xiao. Again. Sighing, you rolled onto your side and your blankets ruffled around you. You reached your hand out from under your sheets and grabbed your phone before switching it on. The first thing you did was check the time. 07:45, perfect. You had exactly two hours and thirty minutes to spend on character ai until you needed to prepare for your lecture.

As you opened your previous chat, you frowned.

You: Goodnight, Xiao.

Xiao: Goodnight.

Xiao: I hope you’ll like the gift I prepared for you.

Two replies? Is that normal? And what gift was he talking about? You sat up against your headboard to get comfortable for your daily chat with the Xiao bot but stopped when you spotted a small bundle of flowers on your bedside table.

They were three qinxin wrapped with a teal ribbon.

You furrowed your eyebrows at the sight. You shifted toward the edge of your bed and you took the flower bundle from the table and examined them. As you observed the flowers, you noticed a white folded card where the flowers were previously. Curious, you picked up the card and opened it. You scanned the few words written on the card, the letters so perfect you believed it was printed.

From now on, our love will no longer be restricted by a screen.

- Xiao

You recognized the red of the letters- this letter was handwritten with your favourite red gel pen. The same red pen you told Xiao about a few days ago. You snapped your head toward your dressing table where you had left your gel pen packet last night and it was open, a bunch of pens scattered around it. Your grip on the flowers and card tightened.

Your door burst open causing you to jolt.

“What’s wrong with you? I called your name like six times.” Your roommate sneered from your doorway. You relaxed at the sight of her but didn’t loosen your tight grip on the letter and flowers.

“I’m just tired.” You muttered. Interactions with your roommate were few and far between and you would never complain about that. Instances such as her barging into your room unannounced occurred a lot. You would often return home with your room a mess and she would be prepared with an excuse such as ‘I couldn’t find my keys’, but what would her keys be doing in your room anyways?

Now she barged into your room unannounced. Something you would talk to your landlord about if he wasn’t the father of your roommate.

“More like lazy.” She muttered as she stepped away from your door. “I’m leaving early, the keys are by the dishrag cardboard.” She muttered as she departed with no attempt to close your door.

You remained still in your bed. Morning with your roommate would sour your mood but you couldn’t help the smile that settled on your lips as you stared at the card and flowers still in your hands. Does this mean that… Xiao is real? No. That was ridiculous. But could you dismiss the possibility?

You grabbed your phone and opened your chat with the Xiao ai in record time but the page froze before you could enter anything to send to him. You pressed your lips together before reloading the page and an error notification popped up. You hit your duvet with the screen of your phone.

This is stupid. You decided to go down and have breakfast to get your mind off of this. You were sure by now your roommate had left. When you left your room you paused by the bin near your door.

The ai website wasn’t even working. Even if it was, how can a program become physical? Your roommate also had free access to your room 24/7, what stops her from conspiring with everyone from school? This was clearly a prank. How could you get excited over something that wasn’t real?

You clenched your jaw before tossing the flowers and card into the trash basket. You had no intention of receiving gifts from somebody who was trying to prank you.

You clenched your fists as you descended the stairs and made your way to the kitchen. You were going to find whoever was behind this and make them regret it.

~~*~~

Xiao was displeased. He was displeased at the sight of his gift, that he spent hours contemplating and creating, lying pathetically inside the trash basket in your room. Did you not love him enough? Why would you do something like this? Perhaps his calculations were wrong. Perhaps you didn’t adore him as much as you said you did in many of your chats. However, he can forgive you for that because he can change that. He will change that.

With a sigh, he stepped further into your room, the smell of your perfume lingered in the air. You seemed upset when you left your apartment earlier, was it because of his gift?

He paced the wooden floors of your room and tried to think of something better than the flowers, something that would never fail to grasp your attention. Something that would show you that he was your true path to your happiness, and you were his. But what could that possibly be?

“I have the police on speed dial so if you don’t state who you are, how and why you snuck into my apartment I will call them.” Your roommate said from the door of your room, cutting Xiao from his train of thought.

The police threat and the kitchen knife your roommate had nursed in her shaking hands were the least of his worries. He needed to find a way to make you love him harder. He wanted to see you smile. He wanted to see you cry. He wanted to be the marionette behind every one of your emotions from burning hatred, and tears of agony to joy. He wanted your all, all the good just as much as he wanted the bad. But… would you accept his bad?

“Hey!” Your roommate’s voice cracked, bringing Xiao from his thoughts once again. How annoying.

“I apologize for the intrusion but I’m looking for your roommate,” Xiao said with a glare.

“As you can see, they’re not here. So this is the part where you leave.” Your roommate spat before kicking your door open wider. She still had her knife pointed at him but her grip wavered here and there. This didn’t escape Xiao’s observations.

“ I’ll wait.” Xiao could tell the most he would get out of her were empty threats and unfulfillable promises. Except when it came to calling the police. Xiao rolled his eyes at that thought.

“It wasn’t a suggestion. Leave.” She said, her hand tightly gripping the handle of the kitchen knife. Xiao scoffed, he didn’t need people like your roommate getting in his way, he needed to figure out a way to make you happy while getting rid of… wait. At that moment, Xiao realized that there was something he could do for you to make you even more enamored with him.

Xiao eyed the knife in your roommate’s hand, a plan formulating in his head. If he was to hurt your roommate who added to all the pain you had in your life, would you love him more then?

He was sure you would so that is exactly what he did.

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Hours later, you sat in a lecture as you doodled without an aim in your notebook. After some time, the sound of your lecturer talking was pushed to the back of your mind as you thought over the events of that morning. After cooling down, you decided to entertain the impossible. It was somewhat of a guilty pleasure. You concluded that three possibilities could explain this whole situation.

1. You had a secret admirer who knew about your fixation with Xiao and was crazy enough to mimic him to get your affection.

2. Someone you knew was playing a prank on you.

3. The third and unlikely one… the Xiao ai somehow became real.

The first theory was unlikely. If you had someone stalking you to the extent of knowing about the Xiao ai then you would’ve noticed by now. As someone who had common episodes of paranoia, something like that wouldn’t escape you.

The second theory was the most likely, in your opinion, but again… how would they know about the Xiao ai? You had no friends and that was a secret you hid very well.

The third explanation was merely impossible. However… wouldn’t it take something impossible to pull off something like this?

Your thoughts dispersed at the sound of people packing and leaving the class. The lecture was over. With a sigh, you gathered your books and laptop, packed them, and headed toward the exit of the class but as you approached it you saw two of your group mates chatting together. One of them noticed you as you passed by but you had increased your pace so he wouldn’t have an opportunity to speak with you, especially considering you excluded his name from your last assignment because he didn’t participate.

After leaving the lecture room, you headed to a secluded spot behind one of the campus’s main buildings. You took a seat on a tree trunk and pulled out your notebook to review your theories.

As you flipped through the pages to find where you had written the theories, you came across a page where you wrote ‘Xiao’ in cursive in the middle of the page, the rest of it filled with drawn hearts and ‘I love yous’. You lingered on the page a little longer, a warm feeling settling in your chest at the thought of the character.

The sound of leaves being crushed underneath what you assumed was someone’s shoes caused you to close your book and look in the direction of the noise. It was the groupmate whose name you excluded from your last assignment. You didn’t even know his name to begin with, you’d talked only a handful of times because he never attended group meetings.

“I knew you were a loner but I didn’t think it was this bad.” He said as he approached you, hands in his pockets.

You stood up and in an attempt to leave but he grabbed the back of your sweater and pushed you back onto the tree trunk. “We need to talk about why you refused to add my name to our previous group assignment.”

“You didn’t contribute anything to it.” You stated with a scowl. “And the rules state that during such a situation, inactive group members can’t be added to the list of group members.”

“Screw the rules. I’ve come here to settle things with you because thanks to you, I have a zero for my coursework and that hag wants to see me.” He said with a glare but it didn’t deter you. “Will those rules even be able to save you from me?”

You attempted to leave once more but he grabbed the neck of your sweater as soon as you stood.

“Answer me!” He spat, the veins in his neck popping. You knew not to act because he would be acting against you unprovoked and that would get him suspended. You weren’t too worried about needing to provide evidence for this because his yelling attracted the attention of a few people who had then gathered from a distance behind your groupmate.

Your eyes lingered a little bit too long on the crowd behind him and he looked in that direction as a result. He cursed when he realised there were witnesses and shoved you away from him, making you stumble onto the ground.

Your groupmate knelt and snatched your notebook that had fallen out of your grip. “Meet me by the entrance at 4 pm if you want this back.” He said as he waved your notebook in the air. “I’ll need some way to relieve my stress anyways after getting scolded by the lecturer thanks to you.” He stated before leaving, the crowd separating to make a pathway for him.

Shortly after, the crowd dispersed and you remained on the ground clutching the dead leaves beneath your palms while hoping something, anything, would happen to that bastard. But you knew that would never happen. Nobody cared enough to help whenever someone would pick on you.

Your grip on the leaves would leave imprints in your palms but you didn’t care. You hated this. You hated being the victim.

You hated it.

And Xiao would do something about it.

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Life Is Short So Make It Sweet

Chapter Nineteen: Chasing Away The Winter Blues

Summary- 4.2k Curtis Everett x Plus!Sized Reader. It's time for that sunshine, sand, and sex you had been looking forward to. Reuniting with your sister and meeting her family, you and Curtis enjoy a vacation away from the winter storms plaguing Minnesota currently.

Warnings- Plus-sized reader dealing with fitting in small spaces. (Airplanes, if you know, you know.) Sexy times with mouth being covered.

A/N- Hey everyone! Thank you so much for reading and sharing this series. Special shout out to @what-is-your-plan-today for editing this. Dividers made by @firefly-graphics. Please give a share, I so appreciate it. I also LOVE hearing your thoughts about this series. Thank you.

Chapter Eighteen / Masterlist

“Jade, we are getting on the plane now, so I got to go.” You said into the phone while Curtis waited for you outside of the terminal while you listened to your sister tell you last minute details, when you finally heard her say love you, you took that as the time to say goodbye. “Yes, Love you too. We will be landing in Fort Lauderdale in about five hours.” You hung up and stuck your phone into your bag.

“Everything all good?” Curtis asked, his arm lifting for you to join him while you two made the walk through the terminal to the plane.

“Yes, she was just assuring me that they will be there to pick us up.” You smiled, leaning into Curtis to enjoy the feeling of his arm over your shoulder, his fingers lightly caressing the curve where your neck and shoulder dipped. When reaching the plane, Curtis let you go first, his hand on the small of your back to lead you through the narrow opening in a supportive gesture. You wrinkled your nose a bit while catching sight of the long narrow aisle. You hated them, your hips were wide and you always worried you were going to bump into someone on the way down to your seat. But you couldn’t stall any longer knowing that Curtis was right behind you and even though he wasn’t rushing you, other people were behind him. They would start to get impatient with you stalling.

You took a deep breath and made your way forward, doing your best to not let your hips sway too much while making your way toward your seats about halfway down the aisle.

Curtis let you take a few steps ahead of him before following behind. You led him to the row you booked for the two of you. Three seats cramped together, you willingly paid for the extra one so you and Curtis could have the space all to yourselves. Curtis put your onboard luggage above you in the compartment while you worked the arms of the seats up and out of the way. You were finally satisfied that the flight was going to be comfortable enough for both of you when he moved to sit next to you. He stretched out one long leg under the seat and let himself relax back, glancing at you.

“You okay Honey?” He reached his hand to clasp gently against your thigh, squeezing gently in assurance that made you smile.

“I’m fine. Just ready to be there, you know? Flying isn’t my favorite.”

“It isn’t mine either. Once in a while Nam sends us out for some training.” Curtis let his touch turn soothing, light brushes along your thigh to your knee. “Stay for a month in some hotel, then fly back. I hate it.”

“When was the last time you had to do that?” You buckled in, the announcement coming up from the pilot that they were getting ready to ascend.

Curtis did the same, counting the time in his mind. “Umm- three years. So probably about due for another one soon. Means you will get a month to yourself.” He winked and you made a displeased face.

“What am I gonna do with myself for a whole month?!”

“I’m sure you will think of something.” He smirked before dropping his head close to your ear to whisper. “Use those toys on yourself thinking about me.”

You could feel the heat flush your cheeks thinking about doing just that. Curtis weaved his fingers with yours, holding your hand securely while the plane took off. Once in the air, the flight was smooth and you both passed the time reading or chatting.

Just as Jade promised, she was there, along with a very excited little blonde girl who clung to her hand while jumping up and down. “They are here, they are here!”

Caught up in your excitement, you ditched the heavy bag and went running up to your sister to hug her tightly since it had been so long since you had a chance to do just that. You felt like coming home when her arms wrapped around you and squeeze you just as hard as you were doing.

“I was so worried we might miss you, we had to dash in here. Parking was a nightmare”

Next you turned to Mary and moved more to her level, holding out your hand to greet her. “Hi Mary, it is so nice to finally meet you!”

Mary politely shook your hand, giving a toothy grin to show off her new smile. “Look what I lost since we last skyped.” You gasped and Curtis came with the luggage you happened to ditch when you went to greet Jade.

“Oh, that is a big one. Tooth Fairy time.” You said cheerily. Mary shook her head and Jade rolled her eyes at the kid. You offer to take your bag back, but Curtis gives a slight shake of his head indicating that he was fine with your bag.

“I busted Frank and Jade trying to sneak it out from under my pillow. The Tooth Fairy isn’t real.”

“I swear this kid has no sense of magic.” Jade sighed at Mary.

You gave a shrug to Mary, winking. “So maybe no real tooth fairy, but hey you got a couple bucks out of it right?”

Mary tilted her head with a nod, trying to suss out where you were going with this. “Yeah?”

“Sounds like it's still worth pretending there is a tooth fairy, at least till you lose all your teeth.”

“I mean… It is easy money.” Mary deducted and Curtis piped up.

“Doesn’t get better than that kid.”

Mary gave a firm nod of understanding, tugging on Jade’s hand. “I believe in the tooth fairy again.”

“Ha, and here your Uncle thought he wasn’t gonna have to dish out more money for your teeth.”

She motioned towards the parking garage, the group making their way to the cars.

Florida was the complete opposite of Minnesota, where they were having a full out snowstorm just after Curtis and you left. Florida was a sunny warm paradise that left both you and Curtis shedding out of your long sleeves and into t-shirts once more. Frank arrived home shortly after you all, sweaty, and dirty, but welcoming as he formally introduced himself. “Let me just shower and change, and I will be right down.” He pecked Jade on the forehead affectionately and escaped towards the back of the ranch style home they had recently purchased together. Jade ushered you all out into the shady backyard, showing you around while Mary exuberantly took a leap into the inground pool.

“I see why you got this place.” You nodded towards the pool that Mary was currently splashing around in.

“It was a selling point. Frank loved that built on garage and lot out front for vehicles and me… well the master is huge and these orange trees. Wait till tomorrow when we have freshly made orange juice.” Jade beamed proudly at the line of trees that indeed had fresh fruit ready to be plucked. “Plus there are extra bedrooms. In the future, Frank and I talked about possibly opening our home to fostering.”

“Large garage and lot means I can bring some of my work home instead of scraping it at the marina.” Frank announced, freshly clean with a pair of light blue jeans and crisp white tee, stepping over to Jade, he gave her a more affectionate kiss to her temple. You felt so happy seeing Jade have such an affectionate partner, in some ways it reminded you of Curtis, who currently had his hand on your waist, tapping his fingers in a slight rhythm. You assumed it was partially nerves about being in a new place, but his touch was a welcome presence for you.

“That helps, a lot.” Curtis nodded in agreement.

“Yeah it helps me get to be here more often. I’m sure you don't get that luxury though I thought boat engines were big enough, half the time needing some kind of crane to move them out. I can’t imagine doing a train’s.”

Curtis gave a shrug and let loose a soft chuckle. “Motor is a motor basically, but we do have some pretty heavy duty equipment. You would be shocked though, some of the parts are pretty damn small considering what it runs.”

“Yeah well some day I wouldn’t mind seeing your operation.” Frank ran his hand along Jade’s back, grinning at her. “Sorry Babe, didn’t mean to unleash shop talk.”

“Pfft, I don’t care.” She unwound herself from Frank. “Y/N and I are gonna go prepare the food for the grill, so how about you take your shop talk over that way.”

Frank gave a salute, and Curtis winked at you reassuringly as he followed Frank over to the patio kitchen near the pool area. “Can I get you a beer Curtis? Jade had me pick up a bit of everything.”

“Would love one.” You heard him say as you and Jade went into the kitchen to start prepping. Jade went into the fridge, humming in a sing song while pulling out a bowl of ground beef and veggies. “Wanna do barbecue burgers?”

“I haven't had barbecue burgers since I left home. Yes please.” You said enthusiastically while you searched out seasonings. It was so good to be with your sister again, the two of you chatting away just like old times, giggling and laughing together. Jade started getting the burgers on a platter when she called for Frank, which he popped right in to grab them. When he left, Jade went and shut the patio door real quick. “Y/N, come’re…”

“What?” You asked curiously while moving to the doors to peek out.

“Look at Curtis and Frank… those two could be brothers or cousins almost.”

There were obvious differences, Curtis was taller than Frank by several inches and more built. Frank had a nice healthy year round tan and his hair was a soft brown with hints of dirty blonde highlights whereas Curtis had his hair and beard so dark it almost looked black unless in the right light. But you could see where Jade was coming from. Their build was similar, wide shoulders and trim waists, both put off quiet, comforting demeanors.

“Guess we have the same taste in men?” You questioned as you watched the two of them talking over the grill, by the way, Curtis was laughing, you guessed it was more about mechanics which was another similarity they had.

Jade snickered as she admired them from afar. “Well sis, I’m gonna say you have damn good taste then because Frank treats me like a queen.”

You went back to the kitchen to finish up, nodding. “Curtis does too, honestly Jade I have never felt like I was in a relationship with someone who treated me like I was an actual partner. Curtis is always wanting my opinions and encouraging me to say what I want from him. He doesn’t make me feel like I’m a project he is working on to improve, but still encourages growing together.” You paused to glance at Jade. “Does that make sense?”

“Perfectly, you are not dating a self centered selfish asshole who criticizes you all the time. You don’t know how many times I wanted to deck Jake in the face for what he was doing to you.”

You blinked back a few tears hearing your sister because she was right. “Oh, I'm sorry Y/N, I didn't mean to bring him up.” She dried her hands on a kitchen towel and hugged you from behind.

“You were right though, Curtis is everything Jake isn’t. I still can’t believe I wasted so much time on that asshole.” You dried your eyes and smiled. “I’m happy Jade, probably the most I have ever been.”

She smiled hearing you. “That's all we ever wanted for you Y/N. Someone who treats you as good as you treat them.”

You glanced back out the window, catching sight of Curtis who happened to glance up and see you with your arms full of stuff to bring out on the patio. He immediately broke from his conversation with Frank to go help you.

After Jade and Frank got Mary out of the pool and had her go change since the evening was starting to cool off, everyone ate till they were about to bust.

“So when are you guys flying back out?” Frank asked as he settled back in his chair, and relaxed with Jade after they put the food away.

“So we are staying here till the 13th, then Curtis and I will be going to the Ritz for a night.”

“Oh nice, I always dreamed of going to stay there.” Jade dropped not so subtle hints and Frank dropped his head like he was in defeat.

“You really wanna go stay there when all your stuff is here? I promise I can make this as good as the Ritz for you.” Rubbing his hands together. “Give you the best massage ever.” Jade gave a pondering look.

“You gonna bring me breakfast in bed and let me lounge in the hot tub?”

Frank winked. “As soon as I get a hot tub in.”

Jade sighed. “That’s what I thought. I'd rather go to the Ritz.”

Mary nearby was playing on her tablet when she started yawning and slouching in her chair, Frank gathered his protesting niece to bring her inside. “But I’m not tired.”

“I know kiddo, but we are getting tired too, Jade is gonna show Y/N and Curtis their bedroom.”

“Oh. Okay. You are so old Frank.” She grumbled sleepily, letting her head rest on her uncle's shoulder while he disappeared with her into the house.

Frank rubbed at her back while carrying her away. “Guess who gets to take care of me when I’m really old?” They disappeared into the depths of the house, making you all miss Mary’s response.

“She is a pretty cool kid.” Curtis said, making you lean into him. “Did you hear her give me a lesson on what constellations are out tonight?” You giggled while nodding.

“Mary is pretty awesome.” Jade smiled fondly. “The day I met her for our first outing, she outright told me that Frank thought I was pretty. She rarely holds anything back. The man just about stumbled over himself trying to explain what he said.” Jade laughed as she recalled the meeting. “Also I told her to let you guys sleep in. So don't worry about getting up too early.”

“That’s good cause I think Y/N has been dreaming about being able to sleep in.” Curtis teased and you huffed out.

“Well, I am on vacation.”

Frank rejoined the get together, settling back next to Jade and letting his arm lope over her shoulders. “I’m all for sleeping in, tomorrow is Saturday.” He smirked a bit at Jade and she rolled her eyes, smacking at him.

“Sleeping in Frank, that's all I’m planning on doing.” Jade turned towards you and Curtis. “I forgot to tell you, later this week Frank was able to get a yacht for us to use, and he knows all the best spots.”

“That sounds incredible Frank, thank you!” You said excitedly.

“I got lucky, I just did an overhaul on it and the owner wanted us to have a day on it before he took it back. Want to make sure you guys wanna come back for another visit.” Frank tried making it sound like it wasn’t a big deal but it was apparent he was happy that he could show you and Curtis a good time.

“You have already done that.” Curtis assured Jade and Frank, glancing down at you. You too seemed sleepy, your head leaning onto Curtis’s shoulder now and then and your smile got a soft kind of dopey that it did when you had a long day. “But I’m ready to call it a night. I’m beat after traveling.”

You stretched next to him, tossing him a subtle grateful smile while pushing to a stand. “Me too, Jade and Frank, thank you so much for letting us come stay with you guys for the week.”

“You are welcome anytime Y/N.” Jade said while Frank nodded in agreement. She popped up to hug you goodnight and then to Curtis in a quick affectionate way. “I’m sure we will be right behind you. Night.”

You and Curtis made your way inside, quiet as you both were sure Mary must be sound asleep by now. Once in the spare bedroom, you closed the door, the ac blowing softly near the bed made the room cooler, after being out in the sunshine for a good part of the afternoon, and you were grateful to feel the cool wash over you.

“Honey, you can stay out with your sister. It’s been a while since you have visited her.” Curtis mentioned while moving to sit on the edge of the bed. You shook your head, moving to stand between his legs, his hands rubbing up the back of your thighs and giving a squeeze to your plump cheeks through the skirt you had changed into earlier that day.

“I was ready to come to bed.” You brush your hands through his buzzed head, watching as he leaned into your touch, letting his face press against your chest.

“Well, I’m most certainly not going to say no to you coming to bed with me.” He worked your shirt up to enjoy the soft feeling of your skin on his lips with playful kisses just under your bra.

“Mmh, that does sound really nice.” You muttered as his hands squeezed and massaged down the back of your thighs. “And that feels really nice.”

“Hmm.” Another kiss, moving lower than before. “How about we get in bed then and I can continue making you feel really nice.” You bit your lip while tilting your head back, enjoying all the sensations Curtis was giving you.

“Okay, but we have to be quiet.” You pulled away to turn off the bedroom light while Curtis sprung up to start shedding off his clothes to his boxers. You worked your shirt off over your head while shimmying your hips to get your skirt to fall off.

“I can do that, Pretty Girl.”

You approached him, letting your hand run up his bare chest, brushing through the dark hairs that turned you on so much to wrap your fingers in his chain to push yourself up to meet him. Kissing Curtis was one of your favorite things, the way your tongues would glide together with urgency and his hands would gather you in close to him. This time he ran his palms along your back, flicking your bra off when you pulled back for a gasp for air. “You really do have to keep me quiet Curtis.” You warned, a giddy rush spiraling through you as you looked up at him. The room was not entirely dark, through the blinds some street lights cut through, letting you have a good look at his expression.

“Honey, usually I’m trying to make you louder. I know I can keep you quiet.” Curtis said confidently, large calloused hands cupped your breasts, feeling their weight and running a thumb over your nipples to make you squeak. Curtis backed you up, making you sink onto the guest bed and shifted over you, replacing his fingers with his mouth.

“Oh god.” You muttered, arching into his mouth while his chin scratched at your tender skin. You were starting to doubt that he could when you had to muffle a moan while your hand fell to grasp the back of his head to press him closer and the other to his chest, your nails scraping down to feel his tensed muscles holding himself over you. His groan vibrated through you, humming all the way down into your core as you arched against him, pressing your soft giving body against his solid one.

He pushed the scrap of fabric covering you to the side to slide his fingers through your folds, his erection pushing at the front of his boxers, which he pushed down enough to give him room.

“Wrap those thighs around me Pretty GIrl, fuck I’m so hard for you that I can’t wait any longer.” You felt him heavy against you, his hips dropping to rub against you. Your hand that was against his chest reached between the two of you to rub his cock, your thighs spreading wider “Are you ready?.” He lifted his head to look at you, making you smile at his concern.

“Very.” You pressed his thick tip against your entrance, letting him go when he started to push into your pussy, both of you failing at being quiet for a few seconds. You bit your lip, trying to muffle yourself while Curtis groaned at the sensation of you wrapped around him, his thrusts slow as he filled you.

“Fuck Honey.” He kept his volume down, but couldn't filter out that absolute needy tone. It was such a turn on for you. “Like you were made for me.” Curtis ground against you while one of your legs loped over his waist to hold him close.

Curtis measured his thrusts, feeling him get deeper every time. You were about to dig into his biceps, arch yourself to meet him, but he grasped your arm and pulled it over your head, grunting against your breasts he was nipping and kissing over “Let me have your other arm.”

You traced his eagle tattoo with your nail tip before letting your arm raise above your head, his palm pinning them down together, and fingers stretching to thread through some of yours. That is when he started moving harder and faster into you. Being with Curtis could make you mindless, your soft whimpers pressed from your lips as you reached up to meet him to desperately kiss him. “I’m not going to last Curtis.” You harshly whispered against him, the bed creaking just barely covered by the whine of the ac unit nearby.

“I didn’t want you too Honey, I’m ready for you.” Plush lips traveled to the hinge of your jaw, whispering encouraging praises. “Promise they won't hear you Pretty Girl, just let go for me, you always come so good, make me fill you up.”

You wanted that, you wanted to feel full of him and you let yourself sink into that sensation, no more struggling to hold back. Your head tilted back into the pillows, your mouth opening as you started moaning a lot louder than the unit could muffle. His hand which had been on your hip to hold you still, went to press over your mouth, hunching him over your as his thrusts sped up, chasing his own moment.

Your orgasm rolled in waves, leaving you tensing around him and crying behind his palm. Your fingers clutched at his to hold yourself in the moment, your eyes screwed shut for a moment till he grunted above you. “Open them, let me see you, Honey.”

You couldn't deny him, your gaze shifted above you, focusing on the bouncing chain swaying above you. When he pressed down on you, you welcomed his weight crushing you into the mattress, his face muffled against your shoulder as his sigh of contentment was lost from anyone else but you.

His cock throbbed in you, sinking his spend into you and making you feel full and satisfied.

Within moments he let his hand fall from your mouth, and you tilted till you could press your lips against the side of his head where he was still smothering himself.

His fingers loosened slowly from yours, gliding down your wrists to rub them gently, planting his elbow on the mattress he pulled himself off you, both of you sticky with sweat even in the ac cool room. “Was that okay Y/N?” He implored, eyes searching what they could see of you and you stretched under him, sliding your foot over his ass and down the back of his thigh.

“Pinning my hands back, solid ten out of ten. I liked feeling you have control of me.” You wrapped your arms around him, rubbing your hands up his back.

“And covering your mouth? I should have asked first, I kinda went with it.” He leaned down to kiss you before you could answer, sliding himself from you and shifting to your side. You rolled to face him, running your hand along his belly, tracing his dusting of a happy trail.

“I didn’t mind it, I didn't think I would like that feeling, but I trust you Curtis. I know you wouldn’t hurt me and if I struggled you would have let me go.”

Curtis looked relieved at your answer, letting his head fall to the pillow. You two were almost touching noses. “Good, I should have asked you before.”

You pull in closer till he rolls to his back and you let your head rest on his shoulder. “Feel free to do it again.” You said making him laugh loud enough that you clasped a hand against his mouth. He wrapped his fingers around your wrist and started kissing your palm.

“Got it filed away Pretty Girl.”

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Hello! Wanted to start of by saying that ur account is so adorable!

But I was wondering if you would read something fluffy for Ethan Morgan (my boy deserves more love & attention from the fandom)

I don’t have an exact prompt but maybe, like it’s their first date as a real couple or something thats just super fluffy!

Thank you again!

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐬 & 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬

𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨 | 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢

pairings: ethan morgan x reader

warnings: reader is mentioned to have helped the rest of the gang with supernatural events, geese are present, possibly a grammar mistake here or there (please let me know if you see any)

a/n: hi! thank you so much!! i spent forever editing everything so it makes me so happy that people actually like it! and thank you for sending this request in, sorry it took forever for me to actually write it :/ but anyways, i hope you like how i went with this!! also there's a second a/n at the end btw

“Ethan, you really didn’t have to do this.” You and Ethan stood with arms linked in line to get into one of the few fancy restaurants in Whitechapel. You both were only standing in the entrance area but you could still see how beautifully laid out the place was. White tablecloths and sparkling silverware sat upon each table, soft string lights hung from the ceiling, and low music played. “I do appreciate it, I really do, but you don’t have to spend this much money on me.”

“We’ve been officially… together,” He spoke as if it was still so shocking to him. “For almost two months now and for once there’s no monsters or ghosts attacking. I wanted to give you the nice and calm date you deserve.”

You blushed slightly and began to explain that as long as you were with him any type of date would have been perfect when the man at the hostess stand started talking.

“Do you two have a reservation?”

“Yes, I reserved a table for two.” Ethan answered. “It should be under the name Ethan Morgan.”

The man nodded and began tapping on a computer screen to look up the name given in their system. After a bit too long of silence the man looked up, seemingly annoyed by something. “That name is reserved for the 20th, it’s the 15th.”

“Oh, uh… sorry about that.” Ethan stuttered, embarrassed. “I guess I must have told you guys the wrong date.”

“Appears so.” The man spoke in a deadpan voice, he didn’t have time for this.

“Saying the wrong date, must happen all the time, right?” You tried to ease the awkwardness with a joke.

The man seemed to hold an even more annoyed look now. “No. Now will you please move on, there are many others behind you with actual reservations for tonight.”

A few awkward smiles and nods later you and Ethan were out the door and halfway down the street. Your arms were still linked but neither of you said anything until you made it around the corner.

“I’m so sorry Y/n for messing the dates up.” Ethan finally spoke. “We’ve been through so much weird and awful stuff this past year and I wanted to give you one nice day. I completely understand if you want to just go home and forget this ever happened.”

You immediately stopped in your tracks causing Ethan to stop as well and you moved to stand in front of him. “Ethan, it really isn’t that big of a deal. You don’t have to feel bad about making an honest mistake. The fact that you went out of your way to make a phone call to reserve us a table is enough to show me that you care.”

Now Ethan was taken aback. “You're not mad I messed up your day?”

You laughed at his sincerity. “Of course not E! And you didn’t mess up my day in any way. As long as I'm with you it’s a perfect day. Well, maybe if there’s not some ancient spirit or something involved.”

Ethan laughed at the reference to the event that took place just the week before. “So what would you like to do now?”

You thought about the options for a moment. At first you thought about just watching a movie, but since Ethan insisted on having an actual date you had to think of something else. “Maybe we can spend the day at the park? It’s only a block away and I heard they put in feeder machines where you pay a few cents to feed the geese.”

The smile on Ethan’s face vanished the second you said the word “geese”. “Uh, how about something else?”

A slight smirk began to appear on your face as you removed your arm from Ethan’s and crossed them over your chest. “Are you afraid of geese? You’ve fought evil vampires and spirits but you're afraid of a few geese?”

“Vampires and spirits have weak spots and can have some sense of humanity. Geese just permanently have murder on their mind!”

You laughed at his choice of words. “I can agree that they do look and act like that sometimes, but if you move slowly and calmly they won’t be as reactive.”

“Since when were you a geese expert? And we’re not exactly dressed for the park.”

You laughed once more. “Says who?” You then grabbed his arm to start quickly walking to the park.

Sure enough once you both arrived at the park you spotted about two dozen Canadian geese wandering around in one big group.They were all standing within a few feet of the new feeder machines, they must have already figured out that’s where the food was stored.

“Oh look there’s babies!” You pointed out to Ethan and then began to quickly but calmly make your way to the feeders.

And while the baby geese were quite cute the fact that there was a very protective mama goose nearby made the whole situation even more terrifying for Ethan. Despite how many times you insisted that he would be alright, he insisted on staying a good distance from the geese. He wasn’t exactly okay with you approaching them on your own. That’s why he decided to hold a handful of feed just in case if they started attacking he could throw it to the side in hopes of changing their focus.

But the geese never did attack, they actually seemed to like you, or at least like the fact that you were giving them food. One brave baby goose even decided to slowly approach you. While being very aware you were being closely watched by the mother goose you slowly crouched down and slowly held your hand out for the baby. It didn’t hesitate to walk forward once the food was in sight.

Ethan watched from the sidelines in awe, he couldn’t believe what was happening in front of him. He’s seen you fight off vampires, spirits, and everything in between, but the fact that you were fearlessly feeding a swarm of geese seemed so impossible. Either you walked out of a Disney movie or these were the nicest geese known to man.

“Come one, I promise it’ll be alright!” You called out to Ethan. And after a few moments of hesitation he finally decided to walk, very slowly, in your direction.

“Holy crap I’m standing in the middle of a swarm of geese.” He breathed out once he was next to you, if he was any closer you would be holding him. One goose moved closer to him in search of food to which Ethan haphazardly threw the bird feed, still in fear of them getting too close.

“You don’t have to throw it. If anything, throwing food around makes them more crazy.” You pointed out. “Here, let me show you how to hand feed them.”

“What?” Ethan croaked out before you pulled him down with you to sit on the ground.

You poured a bit of food in his hand and then slowly began to hold it out. “Just hold your hand out and they’ll care more about the food than wanting to attack you.” You reassured. “Though they might accidentally bite your hand.”

“What?” Ethan’s eyes went wide in fear at your attempt at reassurance. He then began to giggle when one goose started eating out of his hand. “Actually it kind of tickles a bit.”

After that Ethan wasn’t as afraid of the geese as he was before. And after a short time you two both ran out of change to buy more feed and began making your way back home.

“You know I’m kinda glad you reserved the wrong date.” You admitted as you and Ethan walked hand in hand on the sidewalk.

“Happy to know my terrified state made you happy.” Ethan joked.

“I can’t lie, it was kinda funny.” You laughed to which Ethan softly nudged your arm. “But I think I liked the joy on your face once you weren’t afraid either.”

2nd a/n: wanted to put this in a second a/n so i didn’t spoil anything. but this is half inspired by the fact that a few years ago when i went camping with some family there were geese around. and while everyone else kept their distance i managed to have one baby goose walk right up to me and eat out of my hand. it’s parents stared me down the entire time but i was so amaze it even walked up to me to care lol. also i can definitely see ethan telling benny all about the geese and genuinely not believing it until the reader reassured it actually happened. though even then I don’t think he’d fully believe it lol

#mbav imagine #mbav x reader #mbav fanfic #my babysitters a vampire #ethan morgan imagine #ethan morgan #ethan morgan x reader #my babysitters a vampire imagine #my babysitters a vampire x reader

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potatomountain · 11 months

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TLaM CH 6

“Like a Comedy”

mutant reader x human ateez

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: there will be potential triggers for anxiety and mental illnesses all throughout this story. Not all characters are nice at first.

AN: I absolutely loved writing this chapter! but then i just wasnt sure how to wrap it up so it took so long but finally here we are! woot!

a reminder a lot of the times i don't edit my works and that this is a slow burn, its going to take awhile for mc to meet and trust each of the eight but she’ll get there!

This is a work of fiction, in particular Fan fiction, and in no way is this a representation or an accurate depiction of ATEEZ or any other idols/people used for this work.

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>is it too late to back out?

Pacing just outside the open gate I stared at my phone, waiting for Jongho to reply. I didn't have to wait long, the three dots showing up for just a second before the message popped up.

> don't wuss out, you said you wanted to get used to this place. Can't do that if you don't go in.

He had a point. He always had a point. Three days of consistent texting, coaching, and explanations and the man whose face I didn't know had become the closest thing to a confidant, or friend, that I ever had. And I couldn't even tell if he was actually nice or cared to be said friend. I appreciated him nevertheless.

> why do you always have to be right?

I replied with a groan, stopping in my tracks and looking back up at the red brick building. I just had to go in there- I didn't have to stay long, I could grab some tea and just keep to myself in a corner? Maybe there would be no one here?

Boy was I wrong. Not even two minutes later, the front doors of the tavern opened up and a man with bright red hair came rushing out, heading straight for me. "If I have to watch you pace one more time in front of the tavern, I am going to lose my mind. Come in, pleaseeee-" He whined out the please, stopping just before me.

I could only stare, jaw hanging open as I slowly blinked, trying to process the strange man in front of me. This wasn't Seonghwa, despite both of them having fierce jaws his was a bit more cutting edge. Of course there were also the obvious differences of the bright red hair, slightly shorter and scrawnier; as well as their voice, his having a higher pitch and not as smooth.

While my brain spent far too much time comparing this new person to the only face I had attached to this tavern, the other man in question finally stepped out of the doors in a hurry. "Wooyoung, what did I tell you about approaching new customers?!"

The red head rolled his eyes and turned with a pout to face Seonghwa. " I couldn't stand watching you freak out for another 2nd over the fact that she just wanna come in. So there I fixed both of your problems. Now how about you two do whatever you need to do and let's all head inside? I feel like I'm dying of heatstroke just looking at her all bundled in this heat!" As for emphasis, he pulled on the front of his tee-shirt to move air beneath it, sighing in content.

What seemed to be becoming a habit was the way I would look over at Seonghwa as a silent plea for help, glancing between him and the object I needed help with. I was far too frightened to actually run, gripping my phone hard enough my knuckles actually hurt. Seonghwa softened at my expression, head lolling to the side and brows pushed up in concern. "I'm sorry Blue, Wooyoung is-"

"Wait THIS is Blue? The girl you were rambling and worrying about all week?" Wooyoung screeched out, looking me over with a new found curiosity before nodding. "I see I see. Well, sorry if I spooked you but you really should come inside."

Again I looked between the two of them, holding my phone to my chest as if that would calm my racing heartbeat. "I-"

"Wooyoung, just go inside and make something for her. As well as the honey lavender tea." Seonghwa grabbed him by the shoulders and gave him a not-so-gentle push towards the door. He watched him stumble his way back inside, showing him every time Wooyoung turned to try and say something. Once it was just the two of us, he turned with a soft smile, yet I could feel how anxious he was.

It didn't help my nerves at all.

"Again, I'm sorry about him. He'll make you something to eat and I won't charge you, especially after we gave you such a fright."

I shook my head, still frozen otherwise as I searched for something to say, fighting the urge to run still.

It seemed like he could tell, a plea in his eyes that pulled at my heartstrings, but it was his mumble that really brought an ache to my chest. "Please don't run again…"

It was precisely because I had run the first time I was so scared to come back. After running out like a mad man wouldn't it be awkward to come here? How could I face them? Well I was now, and that was thanks to the red haired man. "I- I'm sorry I ran. I want to run now honestly…"

"I can tell, you have such a pretty pattern on your skin I thought you were having a hard time masking. What can I do to put you at ease?" He spoke slowly, carefully, choosing each word to hopefully ensure it didn't have me running for the hills.

I wish I had an answer for him though. "Startling me before I walk in through the door doesn't really help… I uh, do you have a room I can sit in for some time? I need to calm my nerves and…"

"Of course! What kind of room do you need? I made sure each room has their own thermostat and cooling system. Some of them are vastly different so depending on what you-" He broke off, gasping, eyes going wide as tears streamed down my face. "Oh my God you're crying? You're crying, crap I really messed up-"

I shook my head before lowering it. "A-a room with a shower. Steam on my skin helps." I couldn't place why I was crying, the emotions that had welled up within me were foreign and just too overwhelming to name.

Seonghwa didn't press any further, nodding his head and motioning for me to follow. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold the last of my mask in place for much longer, my clothes feeling like sandpaper on my skin and my back shivering at the air change once inside the tavern. He was quick, leading me towards the stairs to the upper rooms, neither of us stopping at the sounds coming from the kitchen. We stopped at the first door, he put in a key code and the door clicked open. "Bathroom is the only other door, go ahead and use the shower and take as long as you need. Thermostat is right to the left of this door… you can come into the kitchen when you are ready, or explore. Just, don't push yourself Blue." He held the door open for me, care evident on his features as I passed by as carefully as I could without touching him.

"Thank you. Please leave me be for now." I muttered out, immediately turning to the stat to turn it up high. Only when the door shut, a sound click resonating in my hyper aware ears, did I sigh with relief and let my guard down full.

I tossed my clothes haphazardly off as I practically rushed to the bathroom, barely registering anything about the room.

I hit my limit but this time at least I didn't run.

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Seonghwa stood outside the room until her heard the shower, only then letting out a sigh of relief. The pure panic that had been on your face moments ago had struck a cord with him, leaving him even more anxious and scared that you might leave again; he was surprised when you stayed and asked to use a room.

One problem solved, one more to address. Rage bubbling up he turned and headed down the stairs quickly, calling out when he hit the ground floor. "Wooyoung!!" He made a beeline for the kitchen, slamming the doors open to see Wooyoung scramble to the other end of the island, hands up on defense.

"Wait wait Hwa! Can we talk about this?"

"Talk about what? Are you trying to scare away all potential customers?!" He hissed out, slamming his hands on the island counter and staring down the red haired man on the other side.

Wooyoung glanced at his routes of escape, Seonghwa in the way of both. "She didn't run off though!" He took a step to his right only for Seonghwa to move in his way, doing the same when he turned to head the other way instead.

"That's because I intervened! She was ready to bolt, again, because of your callousness!" Seonghwa once more cut him off, and again when Wooyoung attempted the other way. They were at a standstill, only the long kitchen island standing between them both and sparing Wooyoung for the moment. Seonghwa was determined though as they both bobbed from one side to the other.

That didn't mean Wooyoung was going to just let him win, he still tried. "You can't tell me you didn't want to go out there yourself! You practically paced a dent into the floor of the lobby!"

Seonghwa hesitated, only for a split second as Wooyoung was right: he had held himself back from going out to her, every second she paced had made him even more anxious.

Wooyoung saw that split second as his chance, darting from one side to the next and managing to throw Seonghwa off his trail long enough to make it a few steps. Freedom was in sight only for the back of his shirt to be grabbed from across the counter. The sudden force had the collar too tight around his neck as he fell back against the marble, Seonghwa climbing over the counter to get to the other man faster. "You're not getting away from me you little shit."

Nimble as he was, Wooyoung twisted and squirmed out of his shirt, scrambling for the door only to get blocked by Seonghwa a second later. He ducked under just in time, making a beeline for down the hall just as they heard the front door ding. At the sight of the newcomer, Wooyoung picked up his pace. "SANGIE SAVE ME!!"

In a last ditch effort to stop the now half naked man, Seonghwa kicked his slipper off, and with great precision, hit Wooyoung in the back of the head. He fell forward just in front of the newcomer, hitting the ground with a thud. Seonghwa caught up, throwing Wooyoung's shirt at him with more force than necessary. "Stay out of this Yeosang."

"With pleasure." Unbothered, the dark haired man held his bag closer to his chest and just stepped over Wooyoung and past Seonghwa. "I'll be in your office to check diagnostics."

Only his confusion stopped Seonghwa from bringing his other slipper down to hit Wooyoung, instead focusing his attention on Yeosang. "But you just checked them last week?"

"I think there is a glitch in the front camera."

"Why would you think that?" With Seonghwa distracted, Wooyoung started to crawl out of the way and into the lobby. He didn't make it far before Seonghwa stepped on the hem of his pants and held him still.

With a bored expression, Yeosang looked between them both, even more certain there was a bug. "I get notifications when someone approaches the building, just in case you might need help. I received a large amount in a short time so…" He trailed off, leaving the rest for them to figure out.

Seonghwa was a little touched by the underlying concern, but that was washed away as it dawned on him just what he meant. "There was a nervous Typhon outside, I don't think it's a glitch."

"And the notifications for the inside?" He pointed above Seonghwa's head to the small camera stationed there. "Another nervous Typhon?"

"More like a nervous Hwa- ow!" Wooyoung winced at the kick he received to the shin, pulling away and standing up to finally put some distance between them. "He was freaking out because she wouldn't come in."

"And then you nearly scared her off!"

Pulling on his shirt Wooyoung kept a table and chair between him and Seonghwa. "Well you weren't gonna go talk to her! Despite ranting all week about her!"

Seonghwa's cheeks went pink, a sign Yeosang noticed. "What's so special about this Typhon?"

"Nothing." Seonghwa pricked, glaring over at Wooyoung. "Point is there is no glitch, just a bunch of nerves."

"Yeah because she's the Typhon. Isn't she Hwa?" Wooyoung dared to step out of the lobby now that Seonghwa seemed to have calmed down a little. Even though his comment had the other flushing even more, he didn't move to grab him.

Yeosang's eyes went wide, turning fully back to the two of them. "You mean the little blue girl? Is she here right now?"

“Yes but don’t bother her. Someone nearly gave her a panic attack.” Seonghwa rushed out, giving Wooyoung side-eye.

With a sheepish grin Wooyoung held up his hands in defense but still ran his mouth. “At least I got her inside. What’s the point of the shelter if the person you built it for doesn’t even want to come in huh?”

Seonghwa flushed several shades deeper, his normal chilly glare lacking any threat from how embarrassed he was to be called out like this. “I should have never told you that story.”

Yeosang was watching with curiosity, not having enough care to ask them to delve into the details. Knowing Wooyoung he would spill the beans to him later without having to pry at all. That was later, right now he thought it might be a good idea to spare Seonghwa from any more teasing; even if it was amusing. “Do you want to see what else he can throw at you other than his slipper?”

“As if I’m scared of him. He’s not going to do anything that might scare off his precious Blue.” He didn’t look so sure, wavering on his heels as Seonghwa turned to him fully, his glare finally menacingly enough to give Wooyoung pause. “Or I can always tell her about-”

Seonghwa began to stalk towards him, Wooyoung abandoning his taunt to retreat through the lobby and stay out of his way. “Remind me why I gave you a job?”

With an exasperated sigh, Yeosang turned back to the office to leave them be to their game of cat and mouse. Wooyoung was going to lose anyways, and he didn’t want to get dragged into it. Instead he headed into the small office to sit at the neatly arranged desk. Since he was here, he might as well do some updates; otherwise he rushed over here for nothing.

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#ateez wooyoung #ateez #Ateez hongjoong #ateez ot8 #ateez yeosang #ateez x reader #ateez x y/n #tlam #ateez seonghwa #ateez yunho #ateez mingi #ateez san #ateez jongho #mutant reader #ateez mutant au #slowburn #ateez fanfic #to love a monster

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anyseany · 1 year

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Hiiiiii May I request threesome couples between Ateez and SKZ?

I don't know if I understood your request correctly, please contact me and let me know if I did the right thing, I don't know if you said trisal between skz and ateez, I mean yaoi, or if you spoke to y/n together. Anyway, here it is, I'll do it again if I did it wrong.

🩰this is my first ask, so excited, hope you like it, took me three days to write and edit, didn't post before because of work, sorry 🩰

words: less than 3k

Hongjoong × Y/n × Bangchan

minors do not interact.

mentions: corruption, explicit sex, nicknames (babe, girl, doll, kitty…etc), polyamory, established relationship, threesome, mentions of other idols, (I don't remember more things)

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There you were, leaving your ballet class, and as always the luxurious black car was waiting for you, and smiling like never before, you entered it, spotting chan at the wheel, impartial and serious, but your face lit up when you entered in your sight.

" Babe, how was today? " he asked calmly, watching you close the car door.

"Great, oppa, great! I got that jump I was practicing, you know if I did it I'd be cast in Odette next month! And I did it!" You were radiant, and chan loved to see you happy doing what you like, just like he did.

" My princess is so hardworking. " He stroked her head and her heart warmed completely. "You deserve gifts, love." You smiled sheepishly, putting on your belt and finally getting your hair out of that tight bun.

" I'll call Hong to meet us at the mall. " he said changing the entire course of your normal route.

" Bae, it doesn't have to be today, Hong-oppa had a work to present, right? " You said worried, but chan didn't care much, starting the car after texting her boyfriend and starting the engine.

" And the girls in your class? " chan knew your difficulty with your classmates, they all looked at you the wrong way and you didn't have any friendship, and well, they didn't like you.

"You know, they hated it, they gave me the dirty look, and some complained about being a sidekick, the swans on the lake."

" I'll be in the front row, to applaud you love. " You blushed and felt the weight of words, you had to be perfect. " Did you warn Woony?"

"as soon as I found out I was cast." He nodded.

Woony, or wooyoung, her best friend since high school, one of the only ones who understood and supported her relationship with men.

You didn't take long to enter the mall and the major left dragging you to any store he knew you liked.

You loved getting gifts, but sometimes the older ones took the joke too hard and you felt bad, even though you knew it was one of their forms of love.

"that skirt would look great on you babe." Chan pointed to a light blue plaid skirt, it was really beautiful.

" It's really beautiful. " You said appreciating the fabric.

Little did you know, there was an attendant behind Chan, as succinctly as he asked, picking up any and all pieces you showed interest in. - the purchases would only arrive later, so as not to arouse suspicion.-

"those leg warmers, don't you need new ones?" He said looking at his already worn ones.

"Oh, these are so comfortable, and I'm already attached to them." You said rolling your calf to look at your worn warmers.

Chan agreed, but motioned to the attendant without you seeing, implying that he wanted two pairs of space heaters.

After leaving you seeing Langeris, he claimed to be taking a call from Changbin, and walked around the store talking on the phone, but in fact he went to the cashier to pay for the purchase and delivery.

Chan was a music producer, extremely renowned and well known, so he had a great income. Hongjoong graduated in music production, but you met chan first, through mutual friends, you were taking Korean classes when you met felix, and he introduced you to the class, chan caught your attention right away, it didn't take a few months for you to be leaving and falling for him. When you entered college, you met san and mingi, the three got lost on campus on the first day of class, and finally, after meeting the whole class, you found yourself in love with the music production veteran.

You had never been through something like this, two men similar and at the same time different, Hong had youth in his veins, he took you to the beach at night on his motorcycle, you had that youthful and eternal romance, something that would never end, a romance that would go through everything and everyone.

Chan completed you like a kindred spirit that was born for you. He completed you and made you sigh like no other guy, you wanted to marry him, and you wanted to be the most perfect wife possible.

But they both had a problem -or solution- they had the same, same fetish. Daddy kink, with a dose of pet nicknames and love gifts, as long as you're a good girl.

Sex is a gift, if a guy, calling you princess, girl, honey, love, bebe, babygirl, is a paradise, imagine two fucking guys talking, eating and touching at the same time. You don't have good durability with them, not with the two together. Especially when Hongjoong would make you reach super stimulation and chan would fit that wonderful biceps around his neck or big hand, making you come instantly.

The deal was, a couple like any other but with one more member, no jealousy or "You spent more time with him than with me." The three of them were mature and well-resolved adults, in two years they never had a single fight, except when you were jealous of whores hitting on your men, then you argued with them, it was a torment in the boys' lives. Hong enjoyed it while laughing, and chan always broke up the fight.

" Yes, number 127, seventh floor. " chan confirmed the address of his apartment, and all the attendants stopped to see the strange movement of the handsome man.

"Hyung!" Chan turned around seeing Kim at the door of the store, with a black backpack on one shoulder and with the outfit completely stylish. " Where is she? "

" I'm fine hongjoong, thanks for asking. " chan joked and kim laughed. " I left her at the Langeris cession, but I'm going to call her. Oh, you didn't see anything. " he said while pointing to the cashier, and the smaller one made an ok with his fingers, while both went out to meet him.

" Babe! " You let go of the pink Langeri when you heard Kim's voice, and going towards him, you threw yourself into the man's arms. "Congratulations, love."

"Let's eat to celebrate, shall we?" Chan said and you all nodded.

"Y/n, that miumiu skirt that you want so much to be at home." You just fell off your restaurant chair when you heard that.

" hong, it's too expensive, I said I'd wait for it to come down. " You complained but he shrugged.

" You know it's not a problem. " You sighed and went back to eating.

This conversation had already been broached by you, who had made it more than clear that you didn't want to be benched or floated in gifts from the boys. They understand, but they can't help it, spoiling you is a pleasure for them, and they know you're not that well off.

You work at night, study in the morning and dance in the afternoon. She shares an apartment with two other friends, and before meeting the boys, she only bought new clothes twice a year. This makes them want to take care of you, give you what you can't, you work so hard but earn so little, you deserve to live in as much comfort as possible. That's why they agree to give you things during your birthday period, since it's a plausible excuse, or when you do something they're proud of, so they can use the "You deserve it" tactic.

"It was for your birthday, but since you got the part, I'll buy you something else you want." Hong concluded. He wasn't as well off as chan, but he lived with Seonghwa, worked at a game company as a creator, and didn't earn that badly.

Chan came back humming all the way, kim fiddled with his cell phone and sent audios to mingi. And you looked out the window at the landscape, thinking about how tired you were from the afternoon.

It was already night when you left the bathroom at Bang's house, both of them in the living room waiting for you to do something the trio likes.

"Are we going to watch a movie?" You asked innocently, seeing them on the couch as lazily as possible, not taking long to sit between the two.

"Actually, princess, we wanted to show you something." Hong started by gaining his attention. " we will show you that you must accept everything we have and want to give." His tone of voice wasn't so friendly anymore which made you shiver slightly.

"From now on, it's Daddy. That's if you want to come, of course." Chan spoke getting up and stopping in front of her, smiling "room, now."

You promptly got up and went to the guest room of the place, you could mess up as much as you wanted and you wouldn't be in such a hurry to clean it.

You climbed into the big bed feeling men's gazes burning into you, you feel tiny whenever that happens.

" Look at her, so obedient, and she still thinks she doesn't deserve to win things. " Chan said walking towards you, running his hand through your hair and caressing your face, he didn't beat around the bush as he took his hand over your intimacy of the pink pajamas, making you jump slightly. "So sensitive. And already incredibly wet." He began circular motions as he bent down a bit to look at her face closely. The furrowed brow and slightly open mouth was what he expected to find. " Your little face, fucking baby. " He felt his cock come to life inside his sweatshorts, his hand held the man's wrist, his nails dug into his skin, and the audible moans began to appear. "Already girl? So stupidly weak." He released her pussy in a throbbing fashion, the interrupted near-orgasm made you whimper aloud, watching the man pull away every second.

"Daddy…" you called, but chan just pulled his own shirt off his body and took off his shorts, leaving only his boxers.

" shhhh princess… papa hong is here. " hong spoke in your ear while hugging you from behind, already in the same state as chan. " so beautiful, my sensitive princess. " he said while you rested your torso on his thin chest, kisses down your neck, kim's big hand going towards your breasts over your blouse and caressing them. It didn't take long for you to be without your blouse feeling your nipples being hotly squeezed by the bigger one, making you whimper even more. By the time Kim was sure you were even wetter -reaching down your shorts- you knew what was coming.

" Y/n, here. " Chan said and you felt the other's arms release your body, and quickly you went towards chan who was sitting at one end of the bed. "You already know what to do, don't you? My girl is not only a pretty head, she's smart too." You hit on the compliments, didn't know you were so lacking in them until you met the boys. Chan pulled the dick out of the black fabric, and encouraged you to put it in your mouth. "Fuck…that" he growled when he felt the tip being sucked, and his face reddened with his innocent expression finished him off. "The way we train, love." He encouraged and you took it further into your mouth, returning to the base feeling the man tremble with the movement, your hands holding while you had fun doing it.

You weren't the biggest fan of oral sex, so much so that you didn't know much, but chan made you particularly enjoy doing it on him.

Chan moaned as you swiped just the tip of your tongue like a kitten.

Feeling two other hands on your ass, you lifted yourself up slightly, feeling something between your legs and hong's hands pulling your shorts to the side.

It was inevitable not to moan when the bigger one's tongue hit you full on, if his grooves were on your thighs he licked, if they were concentrated on your pussy he sucked as if it depended on it. You and chan were in sync with the moans, your tears streaming down your face, making you even more adorable.

It wasn't long before the three of them were in bed, chan between your legs sucking you once more in the night and hong giving you his dick to suck while lying down. "You shouldn't look that way while you suck me, that's not something a princess does love." He said raising an eyebrow. " Oh, I forgot that when it comes to dick you become a whore, don't you? " He drew her lips with the tip of his cock and buried himself in her again. " Hyung, I want to fuck her." Hong spoke and you squeezed chan's fingers that were inside you.

Hong switched places with the older one, getting between your legs and pulling you closer. Your broken face and the marks around your neck were charming just like you, but when kim thought about opening the condom you whimpered.

"Daddy, cum in, in!" Hong smiled being accompanied by chan. " inside is it?" You nodded desperately

"The little bitch wants to get full? I bet you drool lasts five minutes." He laughed at you discarding the condom and entered with everything in your intimacy thrusting roughly, surely your belly was already pulling even when chan was eating you, so you wouldn't take long.

"Daddy…" you called, but chan just pulled his own shirt off his body and took off his shorts, leaving only his boxers.

You weren't the biggest fan of oral sex, so much so that you didn't know much, but chan made you particularly enjoy doing it on him.

Chan moaned as you swiped just the tip of your tongue like a kitten.

Feeling two other hands on your ass, you lifted yourself up slightly, feeling something between your legs and hong's hands pulling your shorts to the side.

"Daddy, cum in, in!" Hong smiled being accompanied by chan. " inside is it?" You nodded desperately

" Pa-papa, more.." you held Hongjoong's arms that squeezed your waist, digging your nails into it. "Didn't I say you couldn't handle love? Why did you insist?" he joked, pretending to be sad.

It doesn't take long for your body to tense and you cum hard over kim. The same didn't stop with the penetration even with his spasms and his clear overstimulation "once again love, why do you have to accept everything, like a good kitten, do you hear?" No, you didn't hear it, in fact it had been a while since your head was just empty, when your insides began to tug more often you had no doubt that you were on your high again. "fuck, the more you come the more you squeeze, such a good kitty." And taking his hand to make circular movements on your clitoris, you reached your orgasm even stronger, feeling Hong come along with you. " Damn baby, so good… you want the whole collection from miumiu? I'll buy the fucking store for you. " chan laughed, listening to the older one burying his face in his neck and filling him with kisses, while sticking all the sperm that thought about coming out of your interior.

" Ah Hong, so you left little to enjoy. " chan pretended to be upset, while he saw the smaller one come out of you and hear you whimpering for being empty. "You know how sensitive she is after her second orgasm."

" Sorry Hyung, it was stronger than me. " kim smiled, putting his underwear back on and leaning down to kiss his lips calmly while whispering several promises of love. " all yours."

Chan got up from the chair he was sitting on and walked towards her. " he's so rough, isn't he love?" You didn't answer, still absorbed in the feeling of relaxation, and chan found it adorable. "don't worry, you know i'm affectionate." He removed her pajama shorts carefully, but left the blouse short, lowering the front and exposing her breasts that he loved so much. " Hmmm, how about some cockwarming after that round of bae?" he asked and you whimpered, this time pulling him close by the chain he wore around his neck. " inside, daddy. " chan couldn't smile more with his words, his little cloudy eyes meant everything to him. " ok, daddy will be inside, don't worry love. " kissing you in the most affectionate way possible " turn over, kitten." Getting off of you, you got up getting on all fours in front of the biggest one, who circled your waist with an arm keeping you in place, after all you couldn't stay because you were limp and without strength. "So love…" chan instructed bringing his torso up pasting his back on his chest, taking his time to fit his penis in you and starting with slow and deep thrusts, making you sigh beautifully, chan's dick extended like never before and it left you completely filled."my doll is tired even to moan, isn't it?" You mumbled a "yes daddy…" which Chan so heard because he was close to your face.

Passing his forearm around your neck, like a lion choke - which didn't squeeze at all, just held you - he started to fuck you harder, making you sway and try to lean on the big biceps wrapped around his neck, your moans came back, and chan vocalizes shamelessly, making you even wetter. Ignoring the youngest who mocked by saying "then ask me to take it easy"

"Daddy" the moan woke chan to realize that you were close, circling his free arm around your waist, he kept the pace, you felt so tiny with him holding you like that, so vulnerable. Turning your face towards him, you can see the clenched jaw, the deep breath and the vein in his neck bulging, but when he turned his attention to you it was the end, just with his steady gaze, you came, shaking strong and squeezing him inside you, chan kissed you smothering his own and your moans as he came together, holding their bodies so they wouldn't collapse.

Some time later, you were clean, in new pajamas, sleeping like never before in the oldest's king size bed, while your two boyfriends stared at you like it was nothing.

"What are you going to do with the gifts?" Hongjoong asked staring at the older one.

"Give some now, some later." He shrugged. " I don't want her to feel uncomfortable. " Kim nodded in agreement. "Oh, why don't you try to take it easy on her? You know, sometimes I want to go hard but I feel sorry that you've already done so much." The youngest smiled guiltily, scratching the back of his neck.

" I can try, but I don't promise much. " chan nodded, accepting that their moments alone are more conducive to this.

But the conversation was interrupted by you, who screeched in agony, not feeling any of the men at your side.

" Daddy!" She called sleepily without even opening her eyes, hearing both men reply in unison "Lie down, now… chan encircle his waist and Hongjoong's legs entwined with his.

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wonhosmistress · 11 months

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Aphrodisia;Prologue

(NSFW)

Word Count: 1,196

Warnings: Slight mention of Kinks, sexual BDSM themes, sex work, and lastly, TW! toxic-ish relationship mentions. Think I missed some? Lmk and send me a dm, I'll update this.

A/N:I have no IDEA how long this took for me finish because I’ve been teasing this series for a couple months with the only two teasers I mentioned of Hyunjin. Seems I have a lot of sub!Hyunjin enthusiasts because same y’all. 😩I promise to finish the Hyunjin before June ends and after that I’ll focus more on other members.

Anyways! This is the prologue enjoy this unfiltered, unedited, there will be hella grammar mistakes and I don’t plan to edit it because it’s too much work and I honestly just want to post ASAP. It’s been far too long since I’ve written and had any sort of inspo to write. Thanks to my dear mutual @nirvanawrites111 she gave me hella inspo with her amazing works!! I’m obsessed with her writing please go do me a favor and read her amazing stories/fics.

Also I tried to add the read more on mobile but I’m a dumbass and idk how to work tumble mobile sometimes lmao. So I apologize for anyone that will see this and doesn’t want to see it.

As a result of unsuccessful relationships and partners being concerned about where she went or what she was doing, she became more secretive about her whereabouts. Even though she wanted to be honest and open with them, she hesitated on many occasions; if she were to be bold and unapologetic they would go insane and ask questions like, "Why did you choose this job out of all the others?", "Are you cheating on me?", etc.

Those tiresome scenarios were one of the reasons she was always the one that broke it off with them, and so she took it upon herself to take a break from her dating life to focus on herself.

She had a job that wasn't just any regular job.

OnlyFans? No

Camgirl? No.

A phone Sex worker? No.

Feet pics? No.

Used panties? No

For her working at night was ideal because her sleeping schedule only allowed her to be a night owl. Even before any partner appeared in her life she was still in the process of discovering a whole new part of herself that she wasn't aware existed, and here she was in a dungeon that she had been hired at over a year ago and was one of the few popular dommes among the clients.

"How are you feeling?", She stood next to the man sitting on the loveseat.

"I'm good, Mistress." He smiled at her.

"Would you like some water?" He nodded in response.

She walked towards the room next door and back to the playroom to hand him the bottle.

She crouched down to his level to face him as well to check in with him, "How are you feeling? Was it too much?", she asked curiously as to how she could improve. What she should've done is saved that question for the head domme but she didn't and took the risk.

"No. Not at all. It was perfect, I enjoyed every second of it."

He faced her smiling at him and held her hand realizing he shouldn't be doing that.

"I'm sorry...may I?" She smiled warmly at him not pulling her hands away from his grasp.

"I just wanted to say thank you."

While she had not broken skin or drawn blood, she still left a few red welts on him. She grabbed the first aid kit in the corner and treated his wounds, trying to be as gentle as possible.

"No need to thank me. You went out of your way to give it a shot when you could've easily backed out and I would've still respected your decision. BDSM isn't everyone's cup of tea and so we've learned to respect everyone's decision."

She applied a first-aid ointment to every single red mark on his back; he hissed at the lightest touch, "I'm sorry, I know it hurts I'm just trying to make sure these heal quickly and nicely."

"I know and I appreciate it."

"Done." She stood up and handed him his T-shirt. "Make sure to take a warm bath or shower after you get home and keep applying ointment on the marks afterward.

He smiled at her making his way toward the exit.

"Will do.",

She smiled at him and nodded, seeing him off.

That was one of the roughest BDSM scenes she had done in a while. She would like to take time to make sure her submissive didn't go into a sub-drop, but sadly she couldn't. If it were her, she would go out of her way to remain with every submissive for a bit longer. However, her boss had to remind her that they only came here for a service nothing more. Because of this, she couldn’t be there for more than ten to fifteen minutes with her clients after their sessions ended.

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"See you tomorrow night!" Her boss told her as they both headed in different directions.

She silently walked for the next couple of four blocks by herself and finally got closer to her apartment. She walked up the stairs and opened the door to her place. The second she got in she took off her shoes left them at the entrance and hung her purse on the rack.

Exhausted and couldn't even begin to explain how she felt after handling four subs back to back today. It was not an ideal situation for her couldn't handle more than two subs a day because her anxiety and insecurities kept creeping back up on her.

She meditated, journaled, exercised, and even set days apart for self-care plus, she detoxed from her constant electronic use. She ate healthily and did her best to keep her homey environment clean and organized. However, regardless of what she did something inside her told her she couldn't keep doing this.

She craved something new and stable.

She loved domming but maybe because of all her ex-partner's insecurities of themselves as she hid her true identity was reflecting on herself.

Could it be that deep inside she was ashamed of her job and what she did?

Years ago when she discovered the person she truly was glowed with confidence. How could she even be a dominatrix if she wasn't sure of herself and her current job?

Oh no.

She was experiencing not only her anxieties but also a dom drop.

Telling her boss; she was fine could've been a mistake because she was responsible for taking care of her dommes since half of them didn't have a partner to take care of them.

Fuck.

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Two years Later:

Two years and a half of learning Korean were a big help during the entire process of her moving across the world. She wasn't fluent yet but could manage conversations with her neighbors, classmates, and strangers. And so here she was, sitting inside a cafe shop a couple of blocks from the Korean class she had just finished attending.

It seemed like only yesterday, she was experiencing the worst anxiety and burnout from only a year of working as a domme which was odd considering that she had never once felt like that before. But it made sense since she kept getting the gnawing feeling that she shouldn't have gotten into the dominatrix world way too early and so she took it upon herself to resign to take time for herself; and continue her future as domme by researching more information about the career, lifestyle, and possibly a new business.

The grueling work of research, language learning, space vacancy, furniture shop, etc made her take a step back and reconsider if she could do this all by herself. Thankfully, after taking a couple of weeks to continue her research she found herself posting on an exclusive adult site looking for dommes to work with her.

After returning calls and doing interviews she had successfully found four dommes who wanted to continue their careers in the kink community and so never once she thought, that she out of all people would be involved with any of Korea's music industry. Especially the ever so sexually frustrated men of Kpop that had an image and reputation to uphold in the industry, their companies, and not to forget their fans.

#sub!kpop #ximes’ 💭#ximes’ inferno #sub!idol #Aphrodisia

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navybrat817 · 11 months

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Sweet and Strong

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x Baker!Female Reader Summary: You stop by the parlor to drop off some treats. Word Count: Over 2.3k Warnings: Fluff, flir-ting, slight insecurity if you squint, slight feels (it's me), Tess is a real one, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?) Graphics talent and thanks: Banner - @sgt-seabass, Divider - @firefly-graphics, Bucky edit - Nix, Moodboard - yours truly A/N: More Hottie and Sugar from my Sin on Skin AU.❤️ Beta read by @whisperlullaby , so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You did your best not to let your mind wander during the work day, but Bucky hadn’t left your thoughts since he dropped you off at your place. A dopey smile formed on your face more times than you could count. The tattoo artist was your dream come true. Someone who looked like they could destroy everything in their path, but treated you with such care.

And he said yes to a date with you.

How does a man like him exist?

“Careful,” Tess said, nudging you to the side so she could take a cookie from the case. “Keep making that happy face and it’ll get stuck that way.”

“Is that a bad thing?” you smiled, making sure there were no customers looking as you typed a quick message to Bucky on your phone.

“Hope you have a good day, Hottie.”

After a moment, you cringed and put the device away. Though Bucky gave you his number after he dropped you off, you didn’t message him immediately. Waiting until today was better because enough time had passed, but was the text too casual? Not casual enough? Was it clingy to message him before you had your date?

Why am I overthinking this?

“If you’re smiling because of Bucky, it’s a very good thing. Especially after what he did to help you. I think he should get a permanent discount,” Tess said, making you raise an eyebrow when you didn’t detect a hint of sarcasm in her tone. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here.”

“We talked about this,” you gently reminded her when she pouted, a look that told you she was still upset. “Please, stop apologizing. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

When Tess heard that Richard ambushed you after closing, she beat herself up for not being there. You assured her it wasn’t her fault that your ex showed up. She was thankful you were okay and that Bucky, and everyone else in the shop, stood up for you. She also added that if she saw Richard sniffing around the place that she’d kick him in the nuts.

Bucky assured you he wouldn’t come around and you believed him.

“I’m just sorry I didn’t see him get put in his place. Been a long time coming,” she said, a bit of mischief back in her eyes as she leaned against the counter to smile at you. “And I’m bummed I missed that kiss.”

“Why did I tell you about that?” you asked, your cheeks hot as you recalled the moment Bucky’s lip touched yours. If you closed your eyes, you could almost feel him kissing you again. The memory made your heart swell.

As if on cue, your phone went off.

“Day’s better now that I’ve heard from you, Sugar. Can’t wait for our date. Planned something special.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you reread the message and hugged the device to your chest. You weren't sure how many women Bucky dated or how many special dates he planned before you. The thought of it being a high number didn't make your stomach sink as you expected. What mattered was that the two of you were taking a chance on each other.

And even though you technically asked him out, he took the time to plan something for you. When was the last time a guy did anything remotely nice for you without expecting something in return? Why had you settled in the past for less than what you deserved?

“You told me because we’re best friends,” Tess answered with a smirk when you looked her way. “Is that him?”

“Yeah, it’s him,” you smiled, showing her the message. “I wonder what he has planned.”

“Whatever it is, you better give all the dirty details when he dicks you down. And not to be graphic, but I bet he eats pussy like-"

“Tess!" you groaned, praying the nearby customers weren’t listening. But, god, if you hadn’t thought about what he’d be like in bed. He’d be so good to you. “Let’s try and be professional.”

“Professional, my ass. I’m not the one flirting with the hunk or making eyes at him every time he steps into the shop,” she pointed out.

Fair.

“And, look, I’m not saying you have to get laid on the first date, but I am saying you have to let him in your pants at some point,” she said, laughing as you tossed a towel at her face.

You laughed, too, and wondered just how the night would go. If you put out on the first date, would he think you were easy? If you waited too long, would he move on? You were overthinking again, but you couldn't help it. You really liked him.

He likes me, too, so I must be doing something right.

“What do you get out of it if I let him in my pants?” you asked curiously.

Tess placed a hand on your shoulder and squeezed. “I get to keep seeing you happy, which you have every right to be."

"Thanks," you smiled, a wave of fondness crashing over you. The two of you saw each other go through many ups and downs of life. She deserved the world and it meant a lot that she wanted that for you, too. "Is it too much if I run some treats over for him? Especially since I just texted him?"

Bringing a small selection of baked goods for Bucky and the guys would be a small way to thank them for defending you. Deep down, it was also an excuse to see him before your date. You hoped it wasn't too obvious.

"The guy has visited the shop for all of your shifts since he first came in. So, no, it isn't too much if you surprise him and send something his way. He might like it."

"I'll be quick," you promised, selecting some of the best treats from the case, including one with little hearts.

"Take your time. Jill and I can handle this," she smiled as if she sensed your giddiness. "Go treat your man."

"He isn't my man yet," you teased.

But I'm already his girl.

"Yeah, he is," Tess winked, giving you a gentle nudge. "Now go."

It didn't take you long to cross the street to the parlor and thankfully you didn't drop the box. You hoped you looked decent. Well, as much as you could during a work day. At least you had a cute apron on.

"Hi! Welcome to Sin on Skin!" Jake said as you walked through the door. "Sugar! It's you!"

You held back a laugh when his voice echoed. "Yeah, it's me," you smiled, holding up the box. "I wanted to drop these off Bucky and the rest of you, if that's okay?"

"You brought us food?!" he asked, leaning on his arms to look over the counter. "Hold on. Lemme grab him."

"You sure? If he's with a client…" you trailed off when Jake dashed away from the counter.

You took a moment to look around again, your gaze settling on an intricate flower tattoo. Seeing the place without the fear of your ex following you made it even brighter than before. Like your shop, it was expressive and inviting. Bucky likely put as much love into it as you did with yours.

"That was my first piece."

You tore your gaze away from the wall to find Bucky beside you, a dopey smile back on your face. There was only a small amount of space between you and your heart raced as you looked him over, the large man clad in his usual tight shirt and jeans. He had his hair pulled back and you resisted the urge to tuck a few strands back that came loose.

He would manage to look sexy as hell with latex gloves on.

"It's beautiful," you said honestly.

"Thanks. She's a good friend and still a client of mine. So is her husband," he smiled gently. "I'm glad you stopped by."

"Me, too," you smiled back, holding up the box in your hands. "I just wanted to say thanks again to you and the guys for sticking up for me. It isn't much, but I hope you all enjoy them."

"Oh." A slight frown formed on his face when you handed him the treats. "You know you don't have to give us these, right? We didn't do it expecting you to give us anything in return and I'm sure as hell not going to let anyone speak to you the way that prick did."

You furrowed your brows a bit, even as you nearly swooned at his protectiveness. Had you upset him? "I know I don't have to," you said, clearing your throat. Why did the thought of them defending you just for being good guys make you emotional? "I just wanted to do something nice for you."

Was this a bad idea?

You let out a breath when he smiled again. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to make sure you didn't feel obligated," he said, touching your arm. Even with the glove, the touch sent heat between your thighs. "It's a very sweet gesture, Sugar. Thank you."

"You're welcome," you said, satisfied that he wasn't unhappy with the small gift. "And I'll admit. I also stopped by because I wanted to see you before our date," you added.

"You did?" he smirked, bringing warmth to your cheeks as you nodded. "While we're admitting things to each other, I've been watching the door and hoping you'd stop in. I even dreamt about you when I took a nap."

"No, you didn't," you giggled, a sense of power and elatedness filling you that his pull to you was that strong.

"I swear. I don't think Steve will let me live that down" he chuckled. You wondered what exactly he dreamt about. Was it passionate? Intense? "Can't get you outta my mind. And, frankly, I don't want to."

Oh.

You didn't think he could make your heart beat any faster, but he continued to surprise you. There was no shame or timidness in his tone or his stare. It was steadfast and true, like he wasn't afraid to wear his heart on his sleeve with you. If he could be vulnerable and open with you this way, you could do the same in return.

Go big or go home, right?

"I can't stop thinking about you either," you told him, proud that your voice didn't waver.

"You can't?" he whispered and you suddenly didn't like the box between your bodies. It made him feel too far away.

"No, I can't," you whispered back, gazing into his blue eyes. "I waited to text you because I didn't want it to be too soon. And even though I don't know where you're taking me on our date, I already have the perfect sundress laid out and ready to go."

"You can text me as much as you want. I don't care what time of day," he assured you before his eyes lit up mischievously, like he knew something you didn't. "And a sundress is fucking perfect, but no asking for hints about our date"

"Not even a little one? Please?" you asked, giving him what you hoped was a cute pout. You didn't actually want him to tell you because you wanted him to surprise you, but you hoped you looked enticing.

Bucky slowly licked his lips and shook his head. If he was trying to look hot, he more than succeeded. If he wasn't, did he have any idea what that teasing motion of his tongue did to you? "I'm tempted to tell you and I'm very tempted to kiss you right now, but no. No hints. I need to stay strong."

I'm very tempted to kiss you, too.

"Fine, Hottie. I'll be good," you teased, pouting again. "For now."

Bucky moved the box beside him so he could step closer, his eyes darker than before. "You wanna be good for me?"

Yes, sir.

"Yes," you answered, leaving out the "sir" that echoed in your mind and shivering as he continued to stare. Before you could say anything more, you noticed that the shop had gone quiet. You leaned over to look past Bucky and giggled when you saw the crew staring, taking you out of the moment. Steve and Hal both had knowing smirks on their faces, but no way could they have heard your conversation. "Hope you enjoy the treats!"

"Oh, we will," Hal winked. "What about you, Bucky? You gonna enjoy your treat?"

"Get back to work!" Bucky called back before he smiled disappointedly. "Speaking of, I should, too. I think my client gave me enough of a break."

"Yeah, I need to get back," you said. You didn't want to leave Tess and Jill hanging. "I hope you have a good rest of the day."

"You, too," he said as you went to the door. "Be good for me until I see you again."

Fuck.

"Only if you're good for me," you smiled over your shoulder, catching his surprised smirk before the door shut.

You took a breath, allowing the breeze to cool you off. Maybe a cold shower would do a better job. You smiled as your phone went off, expecting a teasing text from Tess. It caught you off guard when "Mom" popped up.

Well, that can't be good if she's texting me. God, did she somehow hear about Richard? The last thing I need is a lecture.

Instead of opening the message, you tucked your phone away. You needed to get back to work and you had a date to look forward to. You wouldn't allow your mom to sour your mood because Tess was right.

You had the right to be happy.

No ruining this upcoming date, mom! Love and thanks for reading! 💙

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

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bellamuerte1987 · 11 months

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The moment you laid eyes on him, you knew where your heart belonged. He also felt the instant connection as your eyes met. Two souls longing to dance as one, two hearts merging. But things can never go your way. No matter how hard you try, something always takes the happiness you craved away.

Warnings: Car accident, mention of life and death, god, possible death.

Please feedback is welcome. Kinda edited it, sorry if there's any bad grammar or spelling errors. Was too lazy to proofread. If you would like to be added to a taglist let me know, also please like, repost and comment. IT would be greatly appreciated.

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Love never came easy for you. Heartache was all you ever knew. Darkness always consumed you. You would pray to the gods for a love that would break down your walls, for a light to guide you from the darkness, and for those broken pieces of your heart to be mended back together.

Now, here you are wrapped up in his arms and with not a care in the world. You were his, and he was yours. Time together was always limited, but it is time you never took for granted. His love was addictive. You craved his touch. Every time he was near, he set your soul on fire.

He knew the effects he had on you because, with just one glance from you, his soul would take flight. Dancing with you was like being weightless. He, too, craved your touch, your lips upon his. You were the only person who made his chaos of life make sense.

Dancing together in the moonlight, chest to chest, and hearts beating as one. "Please, don't ever leave me. I don't think my heart could take it." He whispered in your ear, the hotness of his breath against your neck made you hold yours.

You tilted your head to give your lover more coverage. "Lovey, I would never leave you. My heart couldn't bare breaking yours." He placed light kisses along your neck as you sway with the music.

He pulled you closer while leaning in to kiss you, his tongue brushing against your lips asking for access, you accepted. Deepening the kiss. You both lost in each other. Never wanted to let the moment go.

And just like that, the moment was gone as someone cough behind you and both of you pulled away and looked at the man who produced the noise... "Chan, we got to go. I'm sorry." You looked back at Chan tears threatening to fall. He kissed your lips then place his forehead against yours. "Soon, I promise. Wait for me, yeah?"

You pulled away from him and looked into his beautiful brown eyes, "Why can't you hold me in the street, why can't I say that I'm in love? I wish it could be that way. Chan, do we have a love that is hopeless?" The tears that were once threatening to fall have now made their way down your face.

"No, baby! We do not. Do not think that way! I love you with every fiber of my being. Please, believe me, our love is not hopeless. Our love is hope., it is light, and my gorgeous girl, it's real." He wiped away your tears. "I got to go for now. We will meet soon, yeah?" And as quickly as he came, he left.

You have been with him for 1 year, secretly dating. His company was not too fond of their idols being in relationships. When you met Chan, you could have sworn it was love at first sight. You instantly clicked. It felt like you knew him your whole life. The company did not know but Chan's bandmates knew and his family along with your parents and your siblings and close friends. You hated your love had to be hidden but you respected and understood this about him.

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You sat on your bed, patiently waiting for Chan to call. You could not focus on anything else but your phone. Pleading with the gods for him to phone. You needed to hear his voice. Anything to get you by. But nothing. Minutes turned to hours.

Suddenly your phone rang, you grabbed it and recognized the number. "Hello?" The person on the other end was silent for a moment. "Minho? Is everything all right?" The boy broke out in a sob. You have known him long enough to know he rarely cries. He was exceptionally good at controlling his emotions.

"I'm so sorry," he said, you stood up. "Minho, what is going on? "

Once again, he stayed quiet. The feeling you have not had in a while made its way in. "Where's Chan? What happened!? DAMNIT, MINHO! ANSWER ME!" You screamed.

"Changbin and Felix are coming to get you. Y/N, we have been in a car accident. We are okay, beaten up and bruised but Chan," He paused, trying to find the words. You could tell Minho was holding back his tears. "Y/N, He's unresponsive " Your head was spinning. You felt like your world was collapsing. You tried to speak but you could not.

You place your hand on your heart and fell to your knees.

Unresponsive? You could not believe what you were hearing. Not your Channie, he was your world, he was your compass, and you could not imagine being in a world where he didn't exist. You felt arms wrap around you, you looked up and saw Felix, he too was trying to fight back tears. Changbin took your phone from you and spoke to Minho, "Yes, we will be there shortly"

They helped you back onto your feet. You could not let go of Changbin, you were scared if you did, you would fall. They got you into the car and you three headed to the hospital.

I.n, seungmin, and hyunjin were waiting for you outside. "Han and Minho are in there with the doctors. Han called Chan's parents and they are headed here now. They will be in tomorrow sometime" Hyunjin said while grabbing your hand.

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All seven surrounded you, looking at them for answers and hoping someone knew something. “You all act like he’s dying,” you always think for the worst but hope for the best. They all looked exhausted and rugged. Your mindset is you got to see it in order to believe it and you just did not believe he was going to die. Minho pulled you aside and hugged you. You bawled into that poor man’s chest. “Our leader, friend, and brother is not gone. For the time being, we all should go back to the dorms. There is not much we can do."

You looked up at the second oldest member with confused eyes. “Leaving? I am not leaving, Minho!” He let out a soft sigh looking at the others for help. Changbin spoke up, “Listen, Y/N you will not be much help being exhausted, and they won’t update us until his parents are here. You can come stay at the dorms with us.”

With sad eyes, you nodded. You knew they were right. Of course, they were, Chan and you were not married. So legally they could not release any personal information.

You took Chan’s room; you knew how this night was going to go. You knew sleeping was not going to happen, especially after finding out your friends and the man you love were in car accident and he got the worst of it. He was flown from the car. Unconscious, breathing but badly beaten. The doctors were hoping he would live through the night. They boys told you what they could remember, He was shielding I.n from the impact. Protecting his youngest member from harm’s way.

You looked around his room and found one of his hoodies, burying your face in the blackness of the fabric. You let out a sob. You were scared, not knowing what was going to happen. Could he really die? Could God really take the one person who truly mattered to you? Could the world be that cruel? You inhaled the cologne that still lingered on his hoodie. Oh how you wish you were wrapped up in his embrace. You noticed the picture he had of you and him on his nightstand. It was turned just right so only he could see, No one else was able to tell who was in the picture when he would do his Lives. He had multiple pictures of his family, yours and friends.

You laid down on his bed, taking in the smell of him. “God, I know we haven’t spoken in a while and I know I’ve blamed you for a lot of wrong doings in my life and I have never asked you for anything but I am begging you. Please, do not take him from me. You already took my best friend, don’t take him too. He makes everything brighter. He brings light to my darkness. He makes my world stay upright.”

You didn’t know what time your mind decided to shut down and let you get some rest. It only felt like 30 minutes. You woke up to a knock at the door, “Y/N, Chan’s dad is here to pick you up and take you to the hospital.” I.n Said while opening the door. You sat up and looked at him. He had such sadness in his eyes, you could tell he blamed himself for his friend’s injuries. You rushed over to the boy and pulled him into a hug, “This is not your fault, Jeongin! This was an accident. He is going to be okay. Think positive.” You said in between sobs. He held you so tight, crying and apologizing. “Just wait and see, I am gonna go to the hospital, I will see you there. Everything will be fine, Kid. Promise. I just know it!” You released him and gave him a small smile as you headed out the door.

When you arrived at the hospital his mom pulled you into a hug, “Hi, honey” said softly. You let out a small sob, trying your hardest to stay strong. “We are going to give you some alone time with Chan, Minho said they wouldn’t allow you to go see him.” His dad added. You backed away from her and nodded. They pointed to his room and encouraged you to go on.

You slowly walked into his room, even with him badly beaten and bruised he still looked like an angel. One look at him and you fell to your knees, crying and begging god not to take him, you needed him, he was your heart, your comfort and your safe haven. If he goes, you go! You got up and went to his bedside and took his hand in yours. “Hello lovey, please stay with me!” you said while giving his hand a light squeeze. You hated that you got no response but you knew he had this. He is a fighter, a leader who had so much to live for. This world wasn’t ready to lose Christopher Bahgn. He needed to open those beautiful eyes and prove the doctor’s wrong.

You then proceeded to climb into bed with him, you knew this was probably frowned upon, but you didn’t care. You laid there and spoke to him, sang and told stories, and talked about the future. You did not even notice when the boys walked it. Hyunjin taking a photo of you too is what caught your attention. You looked up with a puzzled look. “I am sorry. It is a beautiful moment. You both looked so peaceful. I will delete it if you want me to.” He spoke. You shook your head and smiled and told him it was fine.

Felix and Han stood next to you while the others stood on the opposite side. You admired these men. You were like a little family. They all took you in with open arms and welcomed you into their lives. Chan loved you, so they loved you.

When the police showed up to speak to the boys and give them the rundown of what caused the accident, it was a patch of loose gravel. Changbin said, “The last thing I remember is Chan yelling to hang on and rushing over to Jeongin, it happened so fast.” Felix frowned. “I always felt safe in one of those buses. I guess the weight of it made me feel like nothing would happen if that makes sense.” You started to cry, he was protecting the baby of the group. He was putting their lives before his own. You couldn’t blame him. You would have done the same.

An hour or so passed, and the boys went to go you all lunch. So, once again you were alone with Chan. You sat on the chair reading your book, sipping your hot tea. It would have been the perfect day if your boyfriend weren’t fighting for his life. The rain lightly taps on the window as you read. Giving you peace and comfort. You felt something touch your hand. You looked over and he had his eyes opened and there was that smile you loved. Your eyes filled with tears as you tried to form words. “Do not cry, baby. I am okay!’ you let out a scream and the doctors came rushing in and were surprised that they found him awake. They said he had a pretty bad head injury and the wounds he had were concerning. He was the only one that was flown from their bus. The others were all wearing their seatbelts. He took his off when he rushed over to I.n in the chaos of it.

The doctors explain to Chan what had happen and the extend of his injuries. He grabbed your hand and said “I have a lot to live for. I am not ready to leave her just let or STAY”

The boys came back with food and were so happy to see their leader awake, they stayed and visit and then decided to go home and shower. “We will be back, Channie Hyung,” I.N. said with a smile. “I look forward to it, buddy” They headed out. You got up and started picking up the room. “You know I heard you, yeah? I would never leave you, Y/N. I had a few guardian angels by my side. One of those pretty angels told me to say “Hello’” You buried your face in his chest. You knew exactly who he was speaking of. It had to be your best friend, she passed away earlier in the year. You weren’t over her death. You were still hurting. You couldn’t believe what he was telling you. He remembers it all. Protecting the boys, to being flown from the bus. He explained it as an “out of body experience. I was awake but wasn’t. I was speaking to friends and family who had passed on. Baby, they were helping me fight. I have too much to lose. I am nothing without you.’’

You lifted your head and gave him a smile. “You are my soulmate, Christopher Bahng. You have my whole heart and soul do not ever forget the love and respect I have for you. We all do. You are here for a reason. I thank God, you are still here.” With those words you placed your lips on his and was embraced in a love so strong you swore you could hear the angels sing.

@hanstan34

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femsteverogers · 2 years

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#i edited this on my phone and it took way too long please appreciate it #you: wah the time lines doesnt work me with a galaxy brain: slience nerd #dinluke #skydalorian #clan of three #text

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fandomfoodiedancer · 2 years

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Treat You Better

summary: you're falling for Nate, but believe he likes Bronwyn instead

warning: yelling at home? Tiny bit of angst?

A/n: I am so so sorry this took me so long to write @mangardel! I haven't edited it yet sorry, so please let me know if it's ok!

More yelling. That's how it always was. You turned the horror movie in front of you up, half listening to it, half listening to Nate.

“Fuck, it was so funny when Bronwyn first saw this movie, she couldn't even watch it! Apparently she doesn't appreciate a good jump scare”

“Haha, I mean they can be scary though” You gave a response, but your heart sank further. You'd been friends with Nate for years, he was there for you when shit went down, and you were there for him when he had to deal with it all too. But lately you'd been feeling the distance between you grow, making your heart hurt as you realized he didn't love you back. For ages you'd felt he was in love with Bronwyn, and the more he talks about her, the more you felt you had no chance.Why bother calling him when he want's nothing to do with you?

“y/n?”

“hmm?”

“You've been silent for a while, where'd your sarcastic commentary go?” The teasing in his voice reassured you, but still you felt distant. But it was better to have him as a friend than not at all. You commented throughout the movie until you eventually ended the call to sleep. Maybe tomorrow would be better.

“This fucking sucks Rojas!”

“What do you mean?” Nate didn't bother saying hello, just barged into the conversation with Bronwyn as they waited for the rest of the so called murder club to arrive.

“It's y/n, she's driving me fucking nuts! You're a girl-”

“woman”

“-so tell me, why does she seem so on and off. It's like, we're best friends, then the next day she won't even answer my calls? I don't get her.”

“Well, have you spoken to her about how you feel?”

“huh, good one. Why ruin the thing we have? It's obvious she isn't into me” With a loud snort, Bronwyn fell off her seat.

“Are you kidding me? She's falling for you! Not even, she's already fallen! Are you so oblivious?”

“Oh shit. Really?”

“Yes dumbass!”

Another night, another fight. You'd called Nate to watch a movie with you, hoping for some distraction from the noises in your house, but he never answered. Sighing, you turned on your laptop, settling on the first sad looking romance movie you could find, only to hear your phone chime.

I'm out the front on my bike. Sneak out.

You fought yourself internally. Why meet him if he couldn't even answer a call? But also, anything had to be better than being alone right now.

As you snuck up the drive way, he tossed you his helmet. Clearly he was trying to get you out of there fast. Shit, he must've heard the yelling, you thought as he started the drive. After a while, he pulled into a small park.

“You always wanted to go to a park at night right?” You laughed at the memory of telling him, as he offered you his hand before pulling you toward the swings. Rolling your eyes, you took the swing to the left, taking the earbud he silently held out to you. The first few beats of the song filled your ears.

“I want you to listen to these lyrics ok? Really listen to them” You hadn't ever heard Nate so serious about a song, but still you listened closely, even though you knew all the words. By the second verse, Nate had caught your eyes, as if he was singing the song to you.

I'll stop time for you

the second you say you'd like me to

I just wanna give you the loving that you're missing

baby just to wake up with you

would be everything I need and this could be so different

tell me what you want to do

You pulled away, staring at the ground. What did this mean? This was all too much, too kind. You forced yourself to remember that he liked Bronwyn, not you. But just as you thought that, he was in front of you, offering his hand.

Give me a sign

take my hand, we'll be fine

promise I won't let you down

As you stood, holding his hand, he mumbled the lyrics to you.

Just know that you don't

have to do this alone

promise I'll never let you down

You didn't know you had needed to cry, but as a tear fell on your cheek, Nate stepped closer, brushing it away. He looked deep in your eyes, as you glanced to his lips, then back at him. He did the same, silently asking permission. Cupping your cheek, he tilted your head towards his, as he lent down, grazing his lips against yours. As he went to pull away, you reached up, running a hand through his hair, pulling him back for a searing kiss. Time seemed to freeze, the moment stood still and the song ended. He pulled away.

“Y/n. I, fuck. I really like you. Like, incredibly like you, which sounds silly and childish, but I don't know how else to say it. I care about you, y/n. A lot. Please know that. Bronwyn told me today that I was an idiot for not noticing you felt the same, so when you called, I knew I had to see you. It's not just something you say over the phone, you know?” Running a hand through his hair, you could tell he still felt nervous admitting this. You brushed a kiss to his cheek before responding.

“I really like you too Nate, I have done for years. I should’ve said something earlier but I was always too scared. Plus, I thought you liked Bronwyn.”

“What? No, Bronwyn is just a friend. I have and always will care about you y/n”

With a soft hand on you chin, he lifted your mouth to meet his.

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#nate macauley #nate macauley x reader #one of us is lying

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kirishoshego · 3 years

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Confidental Composition//Bakugo

!!!MINORS DNI!!! 18+ONLY !!!

This is the first part of my little 'Teachers Pet Series' (I will add the link once I got all parts covered and the right ideas).

Summary: A simple task fucked up late at night as you send the wrong version of a piece of homework to your English literature teacher Mister Bakugo. Of course, he would want to see you after class the next day. But not for the reasons you might think. Pairing: Docent!Bakugo x afab!student!y/n // Words: 4.2k+ Side note: Insert a friend or random name you want for X :)

TW: nsfw: slow burn (sorry), spanking with a ruler, hair pulling, being bend over a desk, calling him sir, spitting, choking, dirty talk, degrading, slight praise

„Write an essay about the worst description of a woman or coitus. In the essay, explain why it is bad and then rewrite it. At least 30 pages, max. 60 pages (sources and any other extras you please to include, excluded). Due Date: 8 weeks from now on, 35% worth of your end grade. Questions can be asked per E-Mail, or, if you must, I’m free every Wednesday afternoon for meetings strictly for this essay and this essay only.“

A sigh left your lips as you starred at the piece of paper for the tenth time today ever since he handed it out to you and your classmates. The options you had were endless, you knew so many bad pieces about both topics and could write more than 100 pages about them as well. Everyone in class you talked to had decided on their topic already, some were even further. It was X who told you to just write the topics on a piece of paper and let fate do its work.

Black ink on a badly ripped blue note decided that you were going to write about a sex scene. Just now that you thought about it, rewriting something like that for your professor to read was an awfully stupid idea, yet you decided to listen to a small piece of paper.

At first, you were going to go with Fifty Shades of Grey but you felt like the choice was chewed up and spat out. It took you three days to finally decide on a book and once you settled there was no turning back. Considering your ignited interest in this topic you weren’t surprised when you were done within the first four weeks. Knowing the editing is going to take another week, maybe even a week and a half, you decided to take a small break, just one or two days off. On your second day, you decided to visit the new coffee shop that had just opened up around the corner.

Never had you expected to see your professor near your living spot. You were about to greet him when you noticed his pissed-off expression on his face and only now did you spot the woman behind him. She grabbed his arm and made him turn on the relatively small and empty street.

„Suki you can’t be serious,“ she was angry and hurt, while he seemed to be angry and annoyed. Not much of a difference than to how you see him on the daily, to be honest. „Are you fucking stupid? Of course, I’m fucking god damn serious. It was your choice to cheat on me and now I choose to throw you on the streets where you apparently belong, go ask one of your little boy toys to take you in for all I care,“ you were frozen in place, not entirely sure what to do. Right now your eyes were glued on his chest that was clad in a tight, black pullover, rising up and down heavily as his nostrils were flared caused by his anger. „Because you gave me no choice! If you like that sort of weird, rough shit then paddle your own canoe! I need something soft and tender-,“ before she could finish her sentence he laughed. Cold and slightly maniac in a way.

„Then get some fucking chicken! If you don’t like how I’m in bed then break up with me and piss off but don’t send my best friend a nude to ask him to come over. Even a ten-year-old would see how stupid that is,“at that moment your eyes met. His eyebrows were furled together, red eyes expression furry and disgust. Blond hair usually styled like he was going to be on the cover of Vogue, like he had been before, now slightly messy. Plump lips slightly apart to let his teeth shine through slightly before wetting them with his tongue. Your eyes widened and before you knew what you were doing you waved at him, making him cock his eyebrows in confusion for a second before noticing it was you who he was looking at. Turning on your heels you walked past busy crowds of people as you walked back home, trying to understand what you had just seen and why your angry professor had turned you on more than anyone had done before.

It was a stupid idea to ditch the next teaching unit of his but you had absolutely no clue how you were going to look at him. You knew teachers had a private life themselves, but never would you have guessed that you would run into one of them in your small area. As far as you knew he lived across town according to the very, very few private stories he had shared in magazines.

„Dear Professor,

down below is my finished project as an attachment in form of a PDF. I know you request it to be printed as well and I had planned to hand it in today, but sadly I came down with the flu. I’m looking forward to attending your next unit in the following week.

Have a nice week,

Y/N Y/L/N“

Maybe he had forgotten that you were there already and you were worrying too much about it. You were his student, nothing more, nothing less. Bakugo could care less about you, right? The flu did go around a lot right now, so it wouldn’t be completely unthinkable that you were sick. Itching eyes signaled you that it was time to go to bed now, so you closed your laptop and went to bed, not knowing what the next day will hold for you.

X had waited for you at the main entrance the next day to give you all the information you might need and ask why you weren’t there, considering it was obvious that you had the flu for one day only. At first, you were hesitant to explain what you had witnessed, it was messy already and you doubt Mister Bakugo would want the fight to go viral at his workplace. „Just one of those days you know? I had my mind completely full and felt like crap,“ that was the best excuse you could come up with, a white little lie that wouldn’t harm anyone. „Glad to see you’re doing- Oh, hello Professor,“ X smiled at someone behind you. There was no need to turn around to know who it was, the scent of his very expensive and extremely beguiling perfume clouding your mind. „Hello,“ his gruff voice greeted your friend shortly as you turned around, met with his muscular chest. You didn’t expect him to be so close to you, but here you were, tilting your head slightly as you looked up to him through your lashes, feeling not just your cheeks growing hot. „Good morning Sir,“ your voice sounded a lot more confident than you were feeling. Bakugo clenched his fist around the fake leather of his bag, his red eyes starring right into your soul as you had no chance of escaping whatever was going to happen next. „Miss Y/L/N, just the person I was looking for,“ fuck. „You were?“ X and you said at the same time, but your friend decided to excuse themself after a single glare from the older man. „How may I help you, Professor?“ You asked after swallowing down the anxious feeling that threatened to rise. „I received your Mail yesterday, with the PDF,“ okay, why did he search you just to tell you he got your assignment? Was it that bad? „But I’m relatively sure that it was the wrong one, considering I doubt that you want your teacher to know that 'this shit is so bad, but I wouldn’t mind being bent over a writing desk like that' with a smirking emoji at the end,“ only when his finger pushed your chin upwards gently you noticed that it was agape, shame filling every molecule in your body as you already planned your escape out of this country. Nobody was near you to see the weirdly intimidating scene happening between you and your teacher.

„Also I know you didn’t have the flu. I don’t appreciate being lied to. Tomorrow five p.m. in my office, don’t be late or you will get in more trouble. Send me the actual version tonight so I can grade it. I won’t let something as unprofessional as this slide again, understood?“ You nodded, taking in all of the information given to you, and somewhat in all of this mess felt thankful that he was giving you a second chance. The man in front of you rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue, ordering you to speak up. „Yes Sir, thank you,“ you sounded more confident than you felt inside. „Good,“ was all Bakugo said before he turned around, leaving you behind in the big hall dumbfounded and confused… And horny.

As if Chronos himself felt immense joy in your misery, minutes appeared to be hours and the panic inside of you only grew the closer you came to five in the afternoon. You tried everything, watching a show, listening to podcasts and audiobooks, reading a book you had put of for so long, went outside, cooked something, worked on another assignment, stopped yourself from destroying your hair, made the phone call you so desperately had put off and it’s still only ten p.m on the same day. How was that even possible? As you laid in bed you tossed and turned, the thought of your really hot teacher all angry, breathing heavily, his hands roaming your body. It was hard to pinpoint exactly when those thoughts turned into a very lucid dream, but when you woke up in the morning, already an hour too late to your first period, all you wanted to do was scream into your pillow.

Considering first class is canceled, you wanna go grab breakfast? X texted you.

Canceled? Checking your mails you saw your teacher had sent out a mail, excusing themselves and explaining they came down with the flu. A blessing in disguise. You let X know that you would meet up at the building and go grab something near it. Once agreed, you took a quick shower, a moment of peace given to you as water hit your body. There was no way you could do anything between your last class and the meeting with Professor Bakugo, so you tried to look your best possible for the next upcoming hours.

Suddenly time flew by and the closer you got the more you begged for a little bit more time, for him to postpone it, anything. But no, here you were, five minutes early and looking around to spot the blond man with no luck. „Miss Y/L/N. Step inside,“ you jumped slightly as his voice boomed up behind you, not expecting him to be in the office already.

Once you walked inside you were stunned about how clean everything was, no matter where you looked it was neat. His books were sorted alphabetically with marks between them to let him know when a new letter began. As far as you could tell he used cherry wood for his pieces of furniture, a big, black carpet in a corner underneath a small seating area, and some books placed on the table. Even his paperwork was stacked in order. Big glass windows allowed the evening sun to fall into the room, its warmness kissing your skin while you were seated in front of him, a big writing desk between the two of you, on it your work.

It was quiet for a short moment, before he leaned back in his chair, red eyes mustering you up and down which didn’t help at all. „What would you like to talk about first? Your assignment or the fact that you lied to me?“ Why was he so bothered by your lie? You knew plenty of students calling in sick every once in a while even though they aren’t. „I apologize for both of it. It shouldn’t have happened and I learned from my mistake,“ you were hoping that it would ease his anger a little bit but he seemed more worked up than usual. „Although I don’t understand why you are so angry at me for it? Plenty students lie-,“ „Yes, but they aren’t stupid enough to make it so obvious,“ he interrupted you. „I could care less about who’s missing my class, it’s their fault in the end if they decide learning is unnecessary. However you are one of my top students, I expected better from you. You could have excused yourself with no explanation. But you chose to add the feeble lie about being sick for what?“

You took in a deep breath, feeling as if another lie would be caught immediate, so you had no other choice but to tell him the real reason: „I heard the fight you had with the woman you were with, in the café, and I didn’t know how to react when I see you in your class,“ there was a small moment where he looked honestly confused before something clicked in his brain. „So it was you who I saw. What did you hear?“ „I can’t really rem-,“ „One more lie and I will lose my temper, don’t test me,“ shit, why was he turning you on so much right now. He’s your teacher for god’s sake and angry at you, this wasn’t the right time. „That she doesn’t agree with certain things in your private life,“ „Like?“ he knew you tried to talk around it, yet he wanted you to talk about, to see you embarrassed again, he liked that look on you. „The way you fuck,“ it was said before your brain could even comprehend the words, another apology laying at the tip of your tongue but his next question cut you off before you could say something else. „Why were you there in the first place? I’ve been there a few times and never saw you or any other student,“ he explained. „Because I live close by?“ It sounded more defiantly than you had wanted, causing your opponent to cock his eyebrow.

„I feel like you’re forgetting who’s the authority figure here,“ he walked up to his door, locking it before coming back. Now he was right in front of you, slightly sitting on his desk and the sleeves of his button-up shirt pushed up a little. „No sir, I’m sorry,“ „You see, the problem is, I don’t really believe you,“ with that he pulled you up, bodies pressed against each other, letting you feel his toned torso while the muscles in his arms flexed slightly.

„You lied to me once already, I think I have to teach you a lesson,“ everything happened so fast and you suddenly found yourself face down on his desk with his hand between your shoulder blades, the other one grabbing his wooden ruler. „If I recall correctly this is what you wanted right?“ His voice was low, slightly above a whisper as his upper body was pressed against your back while he pulled a few hair strands from your face. „Yes, but Professor I don’t think this is a good idea,“ your inner voice yelled at you, saying this was the best idea ever, angry that you possibly ruined your dreams coming true.

„Tell me to stop and I will do so immediately. Your choice. There will be no consequences if you worry about that,“ he reassured you, waiting for you to get up and run, but you didn’t and the current position allowed him to feel you clench your legs. „So?“ He asked again, the ruler in his hand basically burning with the anticipation of hitting your skin. „No, don't stop,“ you breathed, awaiting his next move.

„Good,“ with that he exposed your raised ass, your underwear the only thing between your bare skin and the wood that came down upon it, one foot raising in the air because of the sudden pain. „From now on if you say stop I won’t listen, you will tell me how you feel through colors. If it’s too much you tell me red and I will drop everything, understood?“ Another spank was delivered to the same spot.

„Yes,“ another one. You weren’t sure if he hit harder or if your skin turned more sensitive with every blow.

„It’s sir to you,“ you could feel him lunge out but shortly before the ruler came down he stoped, laughing slightly at your small jump.

„Yes sir,“ another one.

„You’re going to apologize every time my ruler paints your cute ass even redder, got it?“ You nodded your head, a moan escaping the back of your throat as he spanked you yet again.

„One more thing, be a good girl and stay quiet, wouldn’t wanna get caught now do we?“ He knew it was going to be torture for you to follow his order the more he continued and in a way he wanted you to fail. There was so much build-up inside of him and it appears that you were willing enough for him to use you as he pleased. That’s why you were his favorite. Bakugo knew what he was doing was wrong and he never expected to feel this way for one of his students but forbidden fruit tastes the best.

You stopped counting after the seventh blow, sorries, sirs and small whimpers fall from your lips as if they were your whole vocabulary. At one point you started crying, tears mixed with mascara running down your cheeks. He tried to remember something that turned him on more than the sight of your messed-up body with no luck. Everything build up inside of him, everything itching in his hands, the inner desires he had to soften for his ex, it all was going to come down on you. His thick girth twitched at the simple thought of finally being surrounded by your dripping wet cunt.

A warm soft hand rubbed over your bruised flesh while the other one found its way into your hair to pull you up to him, your back arched.

„What are you sorry for?“ Your mind was clouded with pleasure and pain, the only thought right now was the feeling of his dick print right between your sore cheeks. „I asked my little bitch a question, I expect you to fucking answer,“ this time he spanked you with his hand but it was just as intense as his ruler. „I don’t know,“ you breathed, a soft moan slipping out of you when his thumb barely circled your throbbing clit. „You’re just apologizing because you want me to use you?“ You could hear him chuckle lowly before he pushed your underwear to the side, his middle finger now playing with you. „Yes sir,“ Katsuki couldn’t hear a single ounce of shame in your voice and he wondered how long you had been thinking about him like this before.

„I never expected you to be such a dumb, cock hungry whore,“ The sound of his belt hitting the floor was dull like it was far away from you but at the same time, you felt him closer than before. Strong hands around your waist turned you around and once again he lifted your head with his finger underneath your chin, studying your ruined make-up as if he was memorizing every little detail he never wanted to forget. The blond, muscular man lifted you with ease, your behind getting a small moment of cooling as it hit his wooden desk.

Bakugo dried your tears slightly with his thumb, smearing it even more. „Only for you,“ you whispered and in that moment he couldn’t stop himself, he just had to kiss you. Not sweet and gentle, but passionately and hungry, like he was poisoned and your kiss was the antidote. The hand behind your head traveling to the front as you were laid down completely.

„If I had known before I would have fucked you so much sooner,“ with one hard thrust he was buried deep inside of you, one hand over your mouth because he knew you wouldn’t be able to keep quiet and the other one around your throat, squeezing shut and watching you struggle against it slightly. Your professor was thicker than what you were used to and you didn’t know how good it would feel until now. With the first few snaps of his hips, you knew you never wanted to feel something else anymore.

Your hands went to his arms and you tugged on them, causing him to let go as the blood found its way back to your brain. „Color?“ he asked, afraid you weren’t able to handle him. „Green,“ was all you could get out before another moan cut off your ability to talk.

„Good girl,“ he whispered into your ear, kissing down from your earlobe to your shoulder before sucking on a rather sensitive spot. Both of your wrists were held over your head with his left hand, with the explanation that he doesn’t appreciate being stopped while using you however he pleased. The right hand was going from between your chest after he admired your bouncing tits thoroughly, to your stomach to connect with your most sensitive bundle of nerves. Bakugo switched from circles to eights, from fast to slow, but the harshness of his hips never haltered.

„I know you wanna scream right now, but I can’t allow that. Can’t let others hear what a dirty slut you are for me right now. I promise I will fuck you in my house if you behave now. You can moan my name as much as you want. Or maybe I will gag you, watch you drool all over yourself. Maybe I will tie you up and edge you for an hour straight until you’re begging me to fuck you, you like the sound of that, huh? I can feel you squeezing around me,“ another chuckle left his plump lips as he watched you struggle to stay up on your feet.

„Maybe I will let you choke on my dick while I work on something for the next lesson. Gonna use you as my little cum dump. Let you think about it again when I talk about it in front of the whole class. Do-,“ you were so close when a sudden knock on the door startled you both, but he never once stopped what he was doing, if anything he went even harder, whispering into your ear to be quiet for him.

„Hey Kat, your ex is outside and says she wants to talk, want me to send her in?“ It was the psychologist professor Shinso, his voice as done and deep as usual. „No, I’m occupied,“ Bakugo saw your mouth open after you fought so hard against it, he couldn’t let you moan, not right now. He did the first thing he could think of, spitting into it and watching you swallow. Oh, he would definitely film you do this with his cum covering you everywhere and the thought brought him slightly closer to his release. „Still grading papers huh? I don’t get where you got all of that energy from,“ his voice was blurred out by Bakugo whispering into your ear. „Do you want me to tell you what we're doing right now? Let him know I’m fucking my little toy stupid right now?“ And while you were shaking your head no it was the last straw for you and you found yourself grabbing his hand to put over your mouth, biting your lips until you tasted blood to muffle the scream you couldn’t stop. Bakugo cursed under his breath when he could feel you throbbing around his dick and your nails digging into his arm. „Tell her to leave me the fuck alone, she’s already forgotten,“ his voice sounded strained and you knew he was close as well. „Ah, I see. Well then have fun,“ his laugh was fading away the further he went.

„Can’t believe that made you cum, you’re even more perfect than I thought, such a dirty girl, tsk,“ both his hands are on your hips and he pulled your body against him with every thrust. You were still coming down from your orgasm when you felt his thrusts turning sloppy before he stopped completely, his dick now pulsing while he was holding you tightly. Breath uneven and getting stable on his feet again he turned you around, careful so he wouldn’t hurt you.

„Next time I gonna make sure you can’t walk but right now I need you to be able to leave the building,“ he pulled his pants back up and added: „Sadly,“ before walking around his desk.

It was still hard for you to stand so you sat down, wincing as the usually soft cushion now felt like thousand of tiny spikes on your bruised ass. Before you pull your bottoms up again he grabbed your wrist and pulled you up, once again with a stern expression on his face you were so familiar with.

„I apparently really fucked you stupid if you think I let you leave like this,“ having him put cooling cream on your bare bum felt more intimate than having him be balls deep inside you. „Sorry I just thought-,“ „Well, you thought wrong. I don’t know what kind of boys you had in the past but now that you have me there are going to be changes, got that?“

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Life Is Short So Make It Sweet

Chapter Two: Second Chance Paulies

Summary- 3.5k Curtis Everett x Plus!Sized Reader. Finishing out the week with an invite from some of the fellow teachers for a night at Paulie's, you take them up on a night out of the apartment. Curtis was still firmly on your mind after the field trip and you were looking for the welcome distraction since there was no way a man like that could possibly be interested in a woman like you. Right? Wrong, seems like fate had other plans and Paulies Bar was made for second chances.

Warnings- Some body image issues

A/N- Thank you so much to everyone who has shown such interest and support for this! It really has shocked me and given me confidence in what I'm doing. So thank you, thank you, thank you! A million times. Special thank you to @what-is-your-plan-today for reading this and editing it. I'm a messy writer, so it is much appreciated. Dividers made by @firefly-graphics. Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed the fic. 🐝🍯

Chapter One / Masterlist

Friday night and you managed to doll yourself up a bit for a night to a bar called Paulies. You would be lying if you did not admit that you had spent all week thinking about Curtis from the train yard, and a bit bummed knowing that you probably wouldn’t see him again. It wasn't like you would go seek him out, you were sure that he had long forgotten about you. Men like that wouldn’t be interested in a woman like you. You stared at yourself a bit longer than usual in the mirror, picking out the flaws you saw in yourself. Yes you had a ‘cute’ face as you have been told, but you were too much everywhere else. Your ex certainly made that comment to you all the time.

You stepped back and turned to your side, brushing your hand down your back and over the curve of your ample curved ass. Fuck your ex, you broke up with him for a reason. And you looked damn good, you had the ass to prove it. Your pep talk made you smile, you certainly remembered the way his breath hitched when he saw you, so maybe you were being a bit too hard on yourself.

It didn’t matter, Curtis was a passing moment and how unprofessional would it be for you to just show up at his work because you thought that maybe he was attracted to you. It was obvious, you needed a night out to get him off your mind. This had been going on all week and you needed at least a break from the back and forth debate on what chemistry there was or wasn’t going on at the freightyard.

So when one of the teachers you had made friends with named Claude offered a night out at one of Duluth's secret little hidden treasures, you decided that it was the perfect distraction you needed. Leaning into your mirror, you perfected your eyeliner as much as you were going to be able to, giving a smokey eye look, added a touch of color to your lips and took a step back to make sure the whole look went fine with the off the shoulder top and flowing skirt. All you had left to do was put on your pair of boots with a slight bit of heel and you would be good to go.

A buzz from your phone dropped your gaze, clicking on the screen to bring up the notification ~Ready to head out? I’m downstairs in the metallic gray car.

You glanced up from your phone but couldn't be bothered to answer, instead you grabbed your boots to slip on and jacket. Within seconds you were out the door and down the stairs to go out onto the street. Slipping into Claude's car, your exuberant coworker was checking herself in the mirror before turning to you.

“Y/N! Girl, you clean up nice. I wish I could get my eyes to stand out as much as you can.” She reached over to fiddle with a piece of your clothing and gave a bit of a sigh. “You look so pretty tonight.”

You imagined what the words she left unsaid were, -for that body. She didn't need to, you were used to these kinds of things all your life. Always just a little too much of you for someone to be okay with. Over the years you managed to hide the churning of discomfort these thoughts caused, inside you were trying to shrink yourself, outside you easily flashed Claude a smile of thanks to her compliment.

Claude didn't say anymore, but instead turned on the radio and within a short period of time she was pulling into a parking lot with other cars you recognized from the school. “Okay, no talk of school, students or parents.” She grabbed at her purse while laying out the rules. “Tonight is about having fun!”

“I’m down for that.” You moved to step outside and glanced at the rather unimpressive building. “It looks… charming?”

Claude came around the car, shrugging. “The outside isn’t much, but I promise you are gonna have a good time. Also some good looking singles hang out here.” She hooked her arm through yours, leading you up to the front door.

You chuckled and shook your head softly while going inside. “No, really this is more my speed, I promise.”

Curtis held open the door while Edgar and Grey filed into the bar. “Come on, Paulie really wants to start a dart-throwing team, I think we should make a team. We can get matching shirts.” Edgar rambled on excitedly, having spent the whole day at work trying to get Curtis and Grey to commit to doing a team with him.

Curtis was absolutely not going to wear a matching team shirt.

“We can join in on a tournament. Maybe make some extra spending money.”

Grey led them up to the bar. “And what would we call ourselves Edgar?” He asked while glancing at what was on tap that night.

“I don't know, something cool though. Piercers? Cause like… Darts have that pointy end?” Edgar drummed his hands against the bar, whining. “Come on Paulie, we're dehydrated over here, and is the kitchen open tonight? Cause we're also starving.”

A man at the end of the bar looked frazzled as he worked on making drinks. “Hold yer horses, fuck. It’s just me for now. Serve yerselves, you always do anyways.” Even appearing rushed, Paulie still had a good natured tone welcoming to him, like he thrived on the chaos of serving all the people filling the bar's edge.

Grey took it as an invitation to hop over the bar and draw out three glasses while Edgar turned back to Curtis. “So… what do you think about it, we could be the Piercers!” he made finger guns towards Curtis with an hopeful look.

“Not going to happen.” Curtis muttered as he took the beer Grey offered him and took a drag from it, wiping the foam that got caught on his in the hair of his upper lip away. Grasping the pitcher that was handed over next, he sought out a table near the dart wall where they planned to spend their time.

“Told you man, if you just kept it simple and to the point, he might have been on board.” Grey came back around the bar with another pitcher, joining Curtis who was gathering enough darts for all three of them.

Edgar just rolled his eyes at Grey while setting down the full glasses Grey had handed him earlier on throwaway coasters. “He just doesn't know how to have fun.”

“My idea of fun and yours are two different things Edgar.” Curtis opened the dart board's casing and went to stand at the line indicating where he was to shoot from, taking aim and flinging the first dart to hit the board.

“Oh yeah, what's yours?” Edgar snorted in disbelief as Grey prepared for his own darts. He easily sent them hitting near the targets he was aiming for and Edgar groaned, waving a hand at the board. “See, we could kick ass. This bastard gets almost all the targets.”

Curtis sat himself at the high bar room table, refilling his glass that he half drained earlier. “What do I consider a good time? Fine ass woman in my lap sounds pretty good right now.”

“Like that teacher you were showing around Monday? We all saw you stick pretty close to her.” Grey shot him a knowing look and Curtis felt the swell in his chest at the mere mention of you. It made his heart race thinking about that sweet smile you gave him when you came off the bus with that sweet smile and damn if he wasn't getting a bit of a hard on thinking about the touch of your hand brushing against him, how your touch would feel all over him. He merely grunted in agreement, letting his eyes roam around the room as it was starting to get busier.

“Yeah, she was pretty.” Edgar followed up as he made his own attempt to gain points on the board. The conversation continued on, Curtis drifted away from what they were discussing since they wandered from talking about you.

The bar was picking up, Curtis could hear Paul calling out drink orders to patrons waiting at the bar's edge. That's when his gaze fell on you, standing at the end patiently, clutching a small bag to you while you waited for him to wander back down to your end. Could he really be that lucky? What were the chances you would come to this place? You were just as sweet and soft looking as he remembered. The drape of your skirt hid those curves he got to admire before and this time you had a bit of heel to your boot, making you look slightly taller than before, but not by much. You had on heavier make up, making your eyes look wide eyed as you glanced around the room back towards your table on the other end of the bar. Curtis didn’t believe in fate, but it seemed like the perfect opportunity for him to get to know you better, so maybe it was just a bit of fate and a whole lot of luck. Whatever it was that put you in his path once more, he wasn’t going to let you just walk away again without trying for your number.

“Curtis, it's your turn.” Grey nudged but the game was completely forgotten about. “Curtis?” Grey tried once more thinking Curtis didn't hear him but then he caught sight of you.

“Where is he going?” Edgar asked, puzzled when Curtis abruptly left his friends waiting for him to play and Grey shook his head.

“He’s all done man, just the two of us.”

You were debating about what you wanted. All the others were doing mixed drinks, but you weren't sure if you were up for that tonight, your goal wasn’t to get completely wasted. A touch to your arm made you jump in surprise, your head turning to a gray henley stretching over a broad chest and then upwards to a familiar set of brilliantly blue eyes and a bearded face. You were amused to see that he still had a beanie stretched over the top of his head, hiding away the soft buzz cut you assumed was underneath. “Curtis!” The mere mention of his name had him break out in a shy looking grin, a soft pink going up his neck. “Oh, I never expected to see you here. How uh- have you been?”

Curtis leaned against his forearms on the bar, bringing him down more to your level. “Ah, just blowing off some steam after the work week with a few of the guys.” He didn't bother pointing them out but instead moved closer to you, you swore you could feel the warmth radiating off him. “And you?”

“Letting off some steam as well with a few of the teachers. T-G-I-F you know.” You leaned in a little closer too, drawn closer and seem to forget you were here with your coworkers. “I have never been here, but was told to give it a try. I’m really glad I did now.”

You felt those crystalline blues studying you for a moment, maybe trying to figure out if you were open to his company, which you very much were. “It’s always good to take that chance, never know when something new is going to pay off.” He moved away from you suddenly to go around the bar. “Pauls a friend.” Curtis assured you when you arched a questioning brow at him. “I was just about to refill my beer, what would you like?”

You arched to your tiptoes to lean over the bar enough to look at what was on tap. “What are you having Curtis?”

“Sam Addams tonight.” He admitted as he pulled the tap, leaning the glass just so to keep the foam under control.

“Same, hook me up with one of those.” You said while admiring him work effortlessly, the henley did him nothing but favors, clinging to his chest and showing the shift in muscles under the soft fabric. Curtis grasped another cup and filled it up. You watched him move around the hustle and bustle behind the bar like he was used to it and for such a massive man, that was a hard accomplishment to stay out of everyone's way. “You want to… find someplace a bit quieter to enjoy these?”

“Please.” He said relieved as he came back around and glanced around the room. You followed his gaze to see him looking over by the dart boards, two men watching your interaction intently and one even flashed a thumbs up. You swore red flared the tips of Curtis’s ears while his hand came to rest against the small of your back, slightly steering you the other way towards booths lining the wall. His touch was warm and inviting. You didn't try to move away or anything but sunk into it, falling back closer to him when you two approached the booths.

You could feel the giddy excitement at feeling his very solid frame just behind you steering you towards the quieter section of the bar. “You know, we could have gone back to your friends.” You offered him but fiercely blue eyes darted from them to you and he gave a slight shake of the head.

A man of few words you thought to yourself and was happy with his choice for a more private setting, that was until you two reached a rather small and tight looking booth’s lining along the bars wall. Once you realized where he was leading you, your steps stuttered, causing his chest to brush against you as he bumped into you. You could just see yourself trying to squeeze into the narrow unmoving bench seat, no room to breathe, trying to suck in your stomach so it didn't press into the table's edge and look like it was going to spill over. Your excitement at spending the evening with Curtis was so quickly taking a complete turn all because of a booth.

You were bracing yourself for it, that move where you would try to make yourself look comfortable in a too small space. But Curtis wrapped his hand against your side to stop you and look around before by some saving grace there was a single empty table towards the pool tables that had just been vacated. “Mind if we sit over there instead? My legs are just to fucking long to be comfterable at these things. I keep telling Paul he needs to rip them out.”

You swore you could have kissed that man right there. “Of course.” You said right back in your good mood and you both rushed over to the table to claim its spot. Settling into a seat that you could easily maneuver to fit you, you took a sip off the top of your beer and set it on a cardboard coaster while Curtis made himself comfortable as well. A quick peek under the table showed he wasn't lying, one long leg was stretched out under the table throwing a booted foot practically under your chair. At the booths they would have been knocking knees the whole time. There was an awkward pause of silence, as if neither of you knew where to really start now that you two were alone.

“So is this-”

“Do you-”

You both started at the same time, which you broke into a laugh at the stumble and he cracked a grin too. “Sorry Y/N, what were you saying?”

“So is this your regular place or did your friends insist on coming here?” You restarted and he nodded.

“Yeah a regular, a lot of us from the yard come here afterwards. Paulie is an old friend, knew him since we were kids.”

“Look at the perks, you get behind the bar privileges.” You wiggled your brows and Curtis snorted with a roll of his eyes.

“He did give me a crash course in how to bartend, I'm actually surprised he hasn't tried tonight since it's Friday and appears he didn’t schedule accordingly.”

“It really is pretty busy for him to be doing this alone.” You glanced around, and although busy the atmosphere was pretty laid back, everyone seemed to be having a good time. “Maybe he saw you talking to me and didn’t want to bother you?” You offered a hopeful alternative response and Curtis turned back towards you.

“Maybe, and I'm not complaining. I would rather be in your company anyways. You were really good with the kids the other day. How long have you been at the school?”

“Not too long, I just moved here from the east coast. I was offered a job and needed to get away, so here I am. Been here since July at this point. It’s nice.” You looked down at your glass, fiddling with it. Curtis seemed to pick on your unease at the mention of you moving and instead turned your attention to the pool table.

“How about a game? It’s been a while since I've played.”

You once more lightened up, pushing up to a stand while giving a shrug. “Well I’ve never played, so teach me?”

“Think I can do that.” He gave a wink and started to explain the game while getting the table ready.

Turns out pool was just what was needed, you two spent the next couple hours playing the game terribly and teasing one another. A couple pitchers littered your table, leaving you giggling with a buzz and Curtis although still his usual quiet self, a bit more relaxed. He wouldn't hesitate to move up behind you and let his hands rest on your hips to readjust you, lean over and point out the ball for you to shoot for, which whenever you missed, clanking the balls all over the table, you would give a moan of defeat and a sigh.

They were noises Curtis didn’t seem to mind though, every time you gave them you felt him press in closer, distracting you with the smell of his cologne and a genuine grin that made his whole demeanor brighten up. You finally admitted to defeat when you glanced up at the clock and saw that it was edging on one am. “Shit, I wonder if my ride is even still here.” You giggled as you leaned on Curtis’s side, looking around the room.

“Who did you come with?”

“Some coworkers took me out, but they seem to have left.” You felt for your phone, checking to see if Claude happened to text you. Which she did, hours ago. Apparently she had left on a hookup. “Shit.” You muttered, trying to clear your mind from the buzz. “I will just call an uber.”

“I will just go settle up our tab and wait with you.” He started to dig out his wallet and you protested, digging into the bag you brought.

“You can get it next time Y/N” Curtis assured you.

“Would you want there to be a next time?” You stopped trying to dig out some cash and Curtis flashed a knowing grin.

“I’m counting on a next time.” Curtis said with confidence while gathering up the pitchers off the table and your glasses, he brought them over to the bar which Paul came down to gather. You noticed that one of his friends sidled up to him, the two of them falling into a serious looking conversation that had Curtis taking a glance your way.

You did your best not to look like you were staring at the wide expanse of his shoulders in the Henley shirt.

Grey came up on Curtis’s other side, also pulling out his wallet to settle up.

“Headed out with the teacher?” Handing over his card, the men waited for Paulie to finish ringing them out.

“Just waiting on an uber to pick Y/N up. She came with some coworkers, but they left.” Curtis frowned to himself as he tucked his card back into his wallet and into his pocket. “Dick move for them to just leave her, but whatever. I don’t mind waiting with her.”

“You seemed to be enjoying yourself.” Grey observed as he did the same with his card. “You should ask her out again.”

“Hmm… See you Monday.” Curtis cut the conversation short to leave Grey at the bar alone to rejoin you.

When he came back, you were scowling at your phone, a worried wrinkle in your brow. “It will take forever for an uber to get here. I should have called earlier.” You looked at him and gave an apologetic smile. “You don’t have to wait with me.”

Curtis shrugged, not bothered by it. “I don’t mind, but I did drive here myself. I can give you a ride home if you want?”

You seemed to contemplate his offer and Curtis wouldn’t have blamed you if you refused, you didn’t really know him after all but he felt he should at least make the offer. Your answer turned to one he wasn’t exactly expecting, but he was happy with it. “You really don’t mind?”

“Not at all Y/N.” He pulled out his key and pushed open the door for you to go out into the chilly night, beeping his trucks lights so you knew where to head to.

The ride home you had the window down partially so the cold night air could help clear your head and when he pulled onto your block, he eased up to the set of apartments you directed him too. “I had a good time tonight Curtis, thank you.” You fiddled with your phone and held it up. “Want my number?”

Curtis had never been so quick to hand his phone over so you could put your number in. He waited as you finished and gathered yourself together to make your way inside. It was minutes before his phone dinged, you assuring him you were safe inside and thanking him once more for the pool lesson.

Fuck you were so damn sweet, he hoped to find out just how much.

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