|| i never thought || l.hc
pairing: sub!haechan x dom!reader
genre: smut, non-idol au, friends to lovers, Christmas bet
warning(s): bratty sub!haechan, reader learns she has a dominant side, reader is kind of a sadist, both haechan and reader are masochists, overstimulation (m), dirty talk, sexual threats and innuendos, haechan may let "mommy" slip..several times, bdsm club
wc: 2.7k
a/n: suuuuch an honor to be a part of this collab with @jenoslutie this is for you boo💋. thank you so much for your patience and I hope you all enjoy😭 proofread?? not sure💀 mdni
"Come on pleeeease," yet again your friend was begging for the impossible. "That's not even the type of person I am! Not to mention I have to go shopping for Re- my Secret Santa.” Thankfully you caught yourself, “Besides, what could you possibly gain from this?" Funnily enough, that's all it took to quiet him. "N-Nothing," his flustered stutter and sheepish eye contact avoidance were a dead giveaway.
You couldn't help but give in to the cuteness, "Fine. but only if you don't leave my side" His eyes immediately brighten and he's on you with cheek kisses, "thank you thank you thank you– I would never abandon you at a place like that." His seriousness is endearing and you very much appreciate the sincerity in his tone. “Thank you Pookie.”
A twinkle flashes through his eyes at the pet name but he only smiles at you and agrees to give you time to get dressed seeing as he asked you to accompany him on such short notice.
About 45 minutes later you’re walking through the front entrance of the club he begged you to accompany him to. You look around the packed out place, taking in the world of kink you are freshly experiencing first-hand. “Wow.” Haechan turns to you, securing a rose gold wrist cuff, matching his, around your own.
“What is this for?” He gives you a sheepish look, seeming rather nervous now that you study his expression. “Hey, what’s wrong Pookie?” His tense stature relaxes and he allows himself to melt into your palm resting on his cheek. “Well aren’t you two a lovely pair,” someone comments as they pass by, “You’ve got a good, old-fashioned brat on your hands.” You understand the terms, and the bashful look on Haechan’s face stirs something in you.
A smirk finds its way to your lips, “You think so?” your eyes stay trained on Hyuck’s face as you speak, “But he’s always so good for me. And he treats me so well, don’t you baby boy?” The fake pout with a doe-like gaze you give him as you stroke his chin causes a submissive glaze to film over his eyes and a yearning whimper to leave him.
When you turn your back to him, he unconsciously moves his body into your space, “If you’ll excuse us, we’d like to get to the rest of our evening.” Haechan attaches a hand to your hip, guiding you away as you smile at the stranger. “You’re..handling yourself better than I expected.” His tone is full of satisfaction and pride, which in turn makes you roll your shoulders back and walk in pure confidence- naturally boosting his ego.
“You make it so easy Pookie.” His returning blush as you playfully pinch his butt makes you giggle. “You’re being awfully cute..” And quiet. Despite his unfamiliar behavior, you allow him to continue leading the way.
The chains and leather oddly complement the various Christmas themed rooms you pass. Maybe not something you’d have done yourself, but it works. Haechan squeezes your hand to get your attention, “We’re here.” You look up with a soft gasp and wide eyes, “Oh.” Definitely not something you were prepped for.
Here was a platform stage with a submissive straddling a metal chair. Arms bound to the top of the arch, ankles to the legs, nipples flush against the back- and cock between the bars. Seeing as you have goosebumps from simply walking through the establishment, you can only imagine how cold the half naked sub must be. Though their shivers could just be from the anticipation of their dom circling them.
Your eyes drift over to Haechan when his breath hitches as the submissive’s eyes are covered with a sleek blindfold. His responses are intriguingly physical. He isn’t the one being touched or tied up, yet his breathing is shaky and he’s sweating a bit. If you’re honest, it even has you heating up yourself.
The moment the dom ghosts their fingers over the sub’s semi erect cock is when you decide to maneuver behind Haechan. Your hands lightly reston his waist causing him to jump, startled. “It’s okay, it’s just me.” “Hyuck..I want you to keep your eyes on the stage, okay?” Your voice is soft as it reaches the back of his ear, “Just, stop me if you feel uncomfortable.” He immediately nods- almost in an eager manner.
A shocked yelp leaves the sub, quickly followed by a moan as they feel the contradicting warmth of their top’s breath on their chilled nipples. “Are you sensitive here too, Baby Boy?” It’s a rhetorical question but his whimpers as you brush your thumbs over his nipples through his shirt is answer enough. “Oh, you’re a vocal little thing aren’t you, Pookie?”
You continue toying with his nipples as your right hand drifts down his front, a sound of approval leaving you, “Sensitive too.” The subs loud moans drown out the whimpers and whines Haechan releases as you fondle him through his clothes. “Please.” His pleading simultaneous with the ones coming from the stage. “What are you asking for?”
He says nothing, enraptured by the scene of the sub’s painfully hard cock being edged between the cold, hard bar of the chair and the domme’s warm, soft palm. Pinching his nipple you get a louder moan as well as his attention, “If you can’t tell me what you want, I can’t give it to you.” He only whines, his knees becoming wobbly, “Please, touch me p-properly.”
You take your hands off of him and put space between you, “If you can find a private enough space, I’ll even let you cum.” That seemed to kick him into overdrive and he grabs your hand guiding directly to a private room with red carpeting and furniture. His only instruction is to sit as you point toward the lounge seat. “That was awfully fast. Now I wonder if it’s even worth a reward.”
You’re quiet as you slowly pace back and forth, thinking to yourself about this night. It all seems a little too calculated. You pause in front of him, more like you’re looming over him in your heels. You watch his eyes trail from the points of your shoes all the way up to meeting your eyes- and it’s easy to tell that his immediate response would have been to whimper, but he senses you waiting for any wrong move.
“Why did you bring me here?” Nothing. You get absolutely nothing but a diversion of eyes. His squirms increase under your scrutiny. “Haechan. I will touch you until this club closes and ruin your ability to cum for yourself or anyone else if you do not answer me. What. is going. on?” There’s only a mumble you don’t understand before he goes back to feigning innocence.
Fine. You opt for trying an approach he would be receptive of. Wordlessly, you remove his pants, giggling to yourself at his Christmas themed g-string. “Shut up” he mumbles sassily, which for some reason irked you more than it usually would. The sharp sting of his underwear elastic snapping against his skin has him both hissing and staring at you with needy eyes.
You maintain his eye contact, his own widening as your face gets closer to his when you straddle his lap- the fluffy trim of your sexy Mrs. Claus costume tickling his midsection. “If you don’t want to willingly tell me, I’ll get it out of you another way.” His eyes glow with amusement and desire as you glide your fingers beneath his waistband, “You can try all you want but I’m not giving i- mmm.”
That quickly shut him up, you again, giggle to yourself. “You act all big and bad but you’re so weak to pleasure your inner slut can’t help but submit. Even if it’s from your best friend, hm?” He bites his lip to hold his sounds back, but his chest is already heaving as if he’s close.
“Surely Mr. ‘Won’t-give-in’ isn't close already.” Your taunting seems to only spur him closer to climax. “You better not cum Donghyuck or so help me Go-” His head is thrown back, hips thrusting into your hand to fully ride out his orgasm, essentially sending your own body up with them- completely drowning out your words. Whimpering and whining as your hand applies pressure to his now sensitive dick.
He attempts to continue thrusting until your hand comes up to grip his face, body stilling save for the shiver that passes over him at the strong look in your eyes, “If you don’t stop fucking playing with me I will restrain you, tie a vibrator to your dick, stick one in your ass, and walk right out of that door.” Your threats seem to have the opposite effect as you feel him growing harder in your hand again.
Chuckles of disbelief leave you as you begin laughing hysterically, even that has his erection rising further. “My God.” Your faces are close, eyes searching his as your hand begins to move at a slow, steady pace. “You really are a perv aren’t you?” He whines loudly and looks at you pleadingly. “Lucky for you, so am I. Know that I intend to keep my word of ruining you for anyone else.”
Your hand does a 180, now jerking at a speed too incredible for him to keep up with, “That was your plan with me, wasn’t it?” In the middle of his second orgasm, his expression is one of shock at your words. “Fuuuuuck mommy- please please.” Your body heats up at the title and it honestly makes you feel even more powerful. His body is writhing and twitching beneath you as you don’t let up on stroking him. “If you give me one more, maybe I’ll think about stopping.”
“No no no no,” you aren’t too sure what he’s pleading about, but no way are you stopping now. “The club will be shutting down in about five minutes.” Right as you yell “Coming!” in response to the rough knock on the door, Haechan does the same but for completely different reasons. His hands grip your waist when you stop, his face still asking for more. “We have to go now Pookie, but I’ll take care of you when we get home.”
He assists you in cleaning up as you help redress, “You may have been a bit of a brat, but you were still a good boy for me. As a result, I'll let you decide what happens when we get home.” His eyes light up and his confidence immediately resurfaces, “Just know it’s my turn to ruin you for everyone.”
“Hyuck- wait slow dow-” you cut off your sentence with a gasp as you realize you slapped his face with a heavier hand than intended. There’s a moment of silence as you both process what just happened before he’s further backing you into your apartment- lips excitedly attacking your neck. “God you are so sexy.”
You get over your shock, your seductive chuckle reddening his ears, “What a pain slut you’ve turned out to be.” That only makes his hips rut against you as he licks your neck, not separating from you to gauge the direction of your bedroom. “Wait the bedroom’s that way.” He continues feeling you up beneath your costume, “Fuck the bedroom, you’re taking me right here.”
He bends you over the couch, slapping and groping your ass. “Who gave you permission to out-sexy my sexiest thoughts of you.” Your hips grind back on him as he presses his bulge firmly against your core, “How perverted can you be to get this hard over your best friend.” He begins softly rocking, thrusting his hips against yours, “And how greedy does your pussy have to be to grind on my clothed dick like a neglected whore.”
You don’t know why, but his words ignite deep arousal within you. “Just shut up and fuck me already.” He wordlessly pulls himself out of his tight confines and teases his head against your soft thong, “By the feel of your holes clenching through your panties, you wouldn’t even be patient enough for me to prep you.”
“What’s prep when you’re made for me.” You try to contain your laughter as your teasing words make his movements stutter. In the end a sharp slap is landed on your exposed ass with a gritted mutter, “Don’t go putting hopeful thoughts in my head.” Before you can decide whether to continue teasing him or reassure him, he’s easing into you with a stretch so delicious your first moan is drug out.
You’d expect his thrusts to be rapid and shallow with how desperate he’d been to be inside you, but it was the complete opposite. “Paced and deep, just the way you like it right?” His strokes really were perfect. Hips connecting with yours with the right amount of force. One hand caressing your skin while the other unexpectedly spreads your wetness around your unoccupied hole.
His hips come to a sudden stop as he leans over your back. “I-I want you to ride me.” Even through his effort to top you, you can feel that you still have the power. “Okay daddy, come sit.” You patiently wait during his awkward fumbling to circle the couch, but once you sink onto him you both moan in unison. “I must be doing my job with the way you’re squeezing around me. Am I making you feel good?”
“Mmhm, you’re doing such a good job baby.” His head is thrown back as he “guides” your ass to slam back down to meet his thrusts halfway. “I told you I was going to ruin you f-for everyone.” You take that opportunity to lay him flat on the couch, your hands using his chest for support, “It feels so good being stretched by you Hyuck.”
You lean forward now allowing your ass to fully bounce on him faster. “Fuck baby you take my cock so well. Who’s my good girl? Huh?” The second he asks, one of your hands reach forward and caresses his face as you keep bouncing, “It’s you isn’t it? You’re my good boy?” You seal it with a tender yet erotic kiss on his lips and he’s instantly whimpering and tightly gripping your flesh.
“I-I’m close.” But you ignore him and his attempts to thrust up into you as you continue controlling the pace, opting to switch to a slow whining of your hips. “P-Please, mommy. Mommy can I please cum?” A pleasant shudder passes through you at the besotted, fucked out expression he gives you as he begs, “Please PLEASE can I cum? Can I cum inside, please? Mommy I’m so close, please.”
His begs become more adamant and panicked as you clench around him with each circle of your hips, your own climax approaching. “You want to cum baby?” He immediately nods eagerly with hopeful eyes as his hands fervidly touch and grasp every inch of your body, “Please.” His whispered plea seems to be enough to satisfy you, “Can you be a good boy and fill me up?”
“Yes yes yes mommy, I can be a good boy. I’m your good boy.” His moans and cries are anything but quiet as he releases ropes of heat inside of you. Your teeth sink into his shoulder when your orgasm creeps through you as you grind harder onto him, “Oh Fuuuucck. Shit, yes Hyuck.”
There is a flurry of soft moans and breathing as you both come down from your high. Haechan looks at you enamored. “You are so..beautiful.” The compliment caught you off guard, but seeing the sincerity in his eyes you smile at him, “Thank you, Pookie. You are too. Truly.” You plant one last kiss on his lips before getting off of him to move to your bathroom.
He lets out a startling hoot and laughs in a victorious tone causing you to stop and face him. “The hell is so funny?” He turns to you with a cutely smug smirk, “I won.” You look at him incredulously, “Won?”
Now redressed, he approaches you with an air of arrogance, stopping in front of you, “I hit first. So I. won.”
You let his words sink in with silence before smirking at him, “Just remember I’m the one you call ‘mommy’.”
A blush brushes his features at your words as you walk off, “You’re my bitch now.”
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Noah Sebastian x OFC
Here we are, folks. This is the final part to this piece of Noah & Leena’s story. I’ll write an epilogue, once I’ve made a final decision on if I want there to be a sequel or not. If you want one, let me know. Thank you for coming on this journey with me. This story brewed in my head one night, and I had to get it out. This one is fluffy, some smut, and how I wanted this story to end…for now?🖤
Warnings: Alcohol abuse, overall abuse, mild violence (ie. bar fights), smut, swearing, and altogether just a lot of fuckery. **TW: light kink content (spanking & hair pulling, dirty talk, S&M to a degree)
+It goes without saying. This is a work of fiction. My words are mine. Plagiarism is a crime.
Taglist: @flowery-mess @lma1986 @myownthoughts12
Part 11 - Just Pretend
The rain made the loveliest soft thumping sound on the ground all around the porch. My legs crossed under me, the heavy quilt covering me to keep warm against the fifty-five degree air. I held my steaming mug, the smell of the coffee’s comfortable aroma satisfying my senses. The world was so quiet here, and I couldn’t believe I had been missing this for so long.
“Leena?” I turned to glance at the front door, my dad hanging his head out. “Breakfast is ready.”
I swung my legs off of the swing, pulling the quilt off, and walked into the house. The smell of bacon and pancakes filled the air. My stomach grumbled in response. I sat down opposite my Dad at the table, grabbing the syrup bottle and pouring a healthy amount over my pancakes before tearing into them, ignoring the eggs and bacon on the side of my plate.
Dad munched his own breakfast, carving the slices from his grapefruit carefully with his spoon. "So what time is your guy supposed to get here?"
"Mm," I swallowed the bite in my mouth. "His flight gets in at 12:15. He'll probably be here about an hour later? He's got to get his rental."
"Still don't get why we don't just pick him up." Dad mumbled under his breath.
I shrugged. "Daddy, you're going to be nice to him, right?" I lowered my fork and pressed my hands together in a praying position. "Pleeeease!"
He huffed. "As long as he's nice to you."
I smiled, then. "He is."
"Better be." I narrowed my eyes at my Dad, opening my mouth to speak when my phone went off on the table next to me.
I swiped it and stood from the table.
"Hey!"
"Hey, beautiful." Noah's voice was smooth. "I just got through TSA and to my gate. I've got about an hour until my flight leaves."
"Okay! I can't wait for you to get here."
I could hear the smile in his voice. "Me either. Hey, uh, I meant to ask you," He paused. "Your Dad, is he going to like...kill me in my sleep?"
"Uhm," I glanced over my shoulder, watching Dad slip Angel a strip of bacon under the table, and rolled my eyes. "no, no, of course not."
"You hesitated."
I sighed. "Baby," I walked out of the doorway, the screen snapping shut behind me. "he's just protective, but he's harmless." I chewed my lip. "Mostly."
"Mostly?" His voice was clearly apprehensive.
"Just don't ask him to show you the gun room."
"He has a gun room?!"
"It's going to be fine, Noah." I snickered. "Besides, he leaves tomorrow for three days. He's going on a fishing trip. So we'll be alone."
"Who fishes in February?"
I laughed loudly. "That's what you were thinking about?"
"Well, thinking of screwing you in your father's house scares me, so..."
I lowered my voice, "Oh yeah? That's wild, cause all I can think about is you bending me over the balcony railing and fucking me in the pouring rain, but, I mean, if you have questions about fishing..."
"Jesus fucking Christ, Leena!" His voice was hushed, and I cracked a wicked grin. "Not a good place to get an erection! It's hard to hide here!"
I busted out in laughter. "Sorry, babe. It's too easy."
"You just wait until I get you alone, girl."
"Yeah? I don't know, I'm not too worried." I was playing a dangerous game.
"No?" I heard him snicker. "You fucking should be."
A chill ran up my spine, and I heard the door behind me open. Angel ran past me, headed for the lawn to use the bathroom. It startled me.
"Well, we'll just see how it goes when you get here." I brought my voice back up to it's normal decibel.
"Mhm, we sure will."
"I've got to go, babe. I'm having breakfast with Dad."
"Okay, love. I'll see you soon."
"Not soon enough."
I was twirling around the kitchen, getting Dad's lunch cooking. The soup boiled in the pot while I poured in the cream, stirring in parsley and thyme. The smell of the potatoes and cheddar cheese filled my nostrils, creating an absolutely heavenly aroma.
"You didn't have to make lunch, baby. I am capable of feeding myself." Dad stood on the other side of the kitchen counter.
"I know that, but I’m nervous, and need something to do. So you're getting soup."
He nodded. "Smells good."
I smiled, "It'll be ready soon. I'm just waiting for the potatoes to soften up a little more."
He turned his head, something catching his eye. "Hey Lee?"
"Hmm?" I hummed, looking into the pot.
"I think he's here."
My head snapped up, eyes darting out the dining room window, a dark blue sedan pulling up next to my Dad's Ford F150. I broke out in a thousand-watt smile, setting the spoon in my hand down on the counter.
"Angel, come!" He had already nearly beat me to the door. I opened the latch and stepped onto the porch as the driver's door opened.
He stood out of the car, being greeted by Angel, who had already ran down the wooden steps and across the lawn. Noah crouched down, letting him put his front paws on his chest, scratching up and down his sides.
"Hey buddy!" He let Angel lick his face, smiling widely. "How you been? Good? Taking care of your mom?"
He looked up then, eyes catching me. I couldn't hide the excitement on my face. I broke out in a full sprint, nearly tripping off of the porch.
He stood, arms open, and I launched myself upon him. He wrapped me up, picking my feet off the ground. He squeezed me, his fingers digging into my sides.
"Ugh, I missed you so much." My words were muffled in his neck.
He finally set me down, and I reached my lips up to press a quick, solid kiss to his lips.
I heard a throat clearing, and turned my head to see my Dad standing on the steps, looking absolutely unamused. I felt my cheeks tinge pink, but I grabbed Noah by the hand, noticing he was now looking a little green. He really was nervous.
"Daddy?" He hopped down onto the grass to meet me halfway. Noah trailed a step behind me. "This is Noah."
I moved to the side, and my Dad brought his hand forward, Noah slipping his own in easily. "Lorne Richards. Nice to meet you." His voice was stern, testing the waters.
Noah nodded, giving his hand a firm shake. "Noah Sebastian, sir." He gave one of his absolutely mouthwatering smiles. "Thank you so much for having me."
My Dad let his hand go, and put his own in his jeans pockets.
"Leena was just making lunch. Come on in." Turning around, he trotted up the steps, Angel following him.
I could see a visible relief in Noah's posture.
"See?" He glanced down at me. "No biggie."
He smirked. "Did he say you were making lunch?"
I nodded. "Cheddar potato soup."
He raised an eyebrow. "You can cook?"
I swatted at him, laughing. "Oh shut up."
-
I sat on the couch, side pressed against Noah’s, the movie playing on the screen ahead of us. I heard the footsteps sliding down the hallway, and I glanced up to see Dad looking at me and pointing a finger at Noah.
“Someone’s tired.”
I raised an eyebrow and turned my attention to my now sleeping, slightly drooling boyfriend. His head was leaned against the back of the couch, his eyes closed gently, mouth very slightly ajar. I smirked.
“Yeah, he sure is.” I stood off the couch gently, following Dad into the kitchen.
He pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge and took a long pull. He peeked at his watch, and snorted.
“It’s only eight-o’clock. Kinda early isn’t it?”
I leaned against the countertop, arms folded over my chest. “Yeah, he just got back from Europe a few days ago, so I would bet he’s still jet lagged.”
Dad nodded. “He was quiet at dinner.”
I snorted. “He’s terrified of you, Daddy.”
Dad raised his brows in surprise. “He is? I wonder why.”
I hung my mouth open, amused. “Are you kidding? You’re my Dad and my sponsor. He knows how important you are to me, and how much your opinion matters.”
Dad waved me off. “I’m just a guy, Lee. No different than him.”
“Psh, yeah, okay.” Our voices were hushed. “He wants you to like him.”
Dad raised one brow now. “Is there a reason for that?”
I deadpanned. “Because he loves me? And that gets complicated when the most important person in my life doesn’t like him?”
Dad seemed to accept that, but still looked up at me through his lashes. “You ain’t gonna run off and get married or somethin’ are you?”
“Married?!” My voice came out louder than I intended, and I slapped a hand over my mouth when I realized. My eyes shot back to the living room, seeing Noah still snoozing.
Once I gathered myself, I cleared my throat. “No. No, absolutely not.”
He looked at me incredulously. “Yeah? Seem a little defensive there.” He cracked a grin, making me shake my head laughing.
“Dad, Noah and I have only been together for a few months, not including earlier in the year.”
He padded over to me, placing his hands on the tops of my shoulders. “I get that, baby.” He then lowered his head to catch my eye line. “I also know you love that boy.”
My expression was surprised. “You do?”
“Well, of course. Watching you two together, it’s like teenagers in high school.” This made me blush. “I also don’t doubt that he loves you too.”
This made me grin, like a little girl hearing her first crush actually liked her. “Really?”
“Mhm. Can tell by the way he looks at you.” He then turned his attention back to Noah, snoozing. “And also that he could be at home sleeping off that tour he just did, but instead he’s here for two weeks, facing your very scary Dad.”
He had puffed his chest, which cracked me up. “Seriously? You’re not so scary.”
He huffed out a gruff laugh. “Wait till he sees my gun room!”
Dad had said goodnight to Angel and I, reminding me he’d be gone by 4AM to meet with his fishing buddies. He was leaving food in the fridge, a whole pack of bacon specifically for Angel.
I walked over to the couch, leaning down, touching Noah’s arm and giving it a light squeeze.
“Baby?”
He roused quickly, startled, his eyes popping open. They softened quickly, back to the sleepy squint.
“Oh, hey.” He rubbed his eyes and a hard yawn came out. “When did I pass out?”
“A little bit ago. Let’s get you to bed.”
He stood off the couch, stretching his arms. “What time is it?”
“About 8:45.”
He nodded, yawning again. “I’m sorry, I know it’s early for you.”
I took his hand, leading him toward the staircase. “It’s no biggie. You’re exhausted.”
He scoffed. “Well, it’s almost 6AM in Paris, and I haven’t slept since last night. So, maybe a little?”
We walked up the stairs and straight into my room. I had brought his duffle up earlier, and it was perched on the bed.
He grimaced. “You’re sure your Dad is okay with me sleeping in your room? I don’t want to make him uncomfortable.”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh hush. He’s fine. He’s old, not stupid.”
This made him shake his head, unzipping his bag and pulling out sweatpants and a t-shirt.
He looked at me. “Bathroom?”
I pointed him in the direction, and he left quickly. I took the moment to grab my own pajama pants and shirt out of my closet, and slipped my shirt over my head. Back turned to the doorway, I slid my jeans over my hips, standing in my bra and underwear.
I shivered in the cool air of the house, slowly pulling my hair out of the ponytail I had kept it in all day. I took a moment to scratch at my scalp, enjoying the sensation of my hair finally being free and falling loose.
I reached back and unclasped my bra, letting it fall to the floor. Reaching my hands over my head, I stretched my arms and spine, shaking the day off of me.
“Mmph.”
I whipped around, nearly jumping out of my skin. Noah stood in the doorway, hip leaning against the frame, a dark grin plastered on his face, his eyes locked on me. Instinctively, my hands reached up to cover my exposed breasts, making him intentionally frown.
“Would you knock it off!” I said playfully, chucking my shirt at him.
He caught it mid-air and just shook his head. “Sorry. If you’re going to look like that, then I’m going to ogle. My right as the boyfriend.”
I quirked a brow, letting my hands fall to my sides. His smugness faded while I walked over to him.
“Oh yeah?” I stood only inches in front of him now, my hardened nipples brushing the front of the fabric of his shirt. “Go ahead, then.”
He stared at me, cool expression on his face. He stepped forward and pulled the door closed behind him. He was pressed against me now, fingers of his right hand trailing up my side, grazing the side of my chest. Fresh goosebumps raised on my arms, and I inhaled a hard breath.
“So fucking pretty.” His dark eyes, nearly completely blackened, searched my face. “I can’t believe I went without this for so long.”
I snorted. “Hasn’t been that long.”
His voice was deadly, baritone. “Long enough.”
His lips attacked me then, catching my mouth and pulling me toward him. I stood on my tip-toes, so he caught me off-kilter and pushed me down onto the bed, leaning over me to catch my left nipple in his mouth, his hand coming up to pinch the other.
I gasped, wrapping my fingers in his hair. My hips bucked against his stomach, searching for friction. I felt him lean down onto me, his erection pressing into my leg. A deep, guttural growl escaped him, and he stood up.
I hastily grabbed at him, but he took a step back from the bed, rubbing a hand over his face and through his hair.
I laid back on the bed, eyes blown wide. “What?” My breathing was labored. “Why’d you stop?”
“I just…can’t.”
My mouth hung open in disbelief. “What?! Why?”
“It’s disrespectful!”
I threw myself back on the bed and snarled. “No fucking way!”
He shook his head, hands out in front of him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Just…not with your Dad in the next room.”
I sat up on my knees, grabbing the front of his shirt.
“Noah, he isn’t going to know!”
“Dads always know.”
“Oh, come on!”
He threw his head side to side. “Nope. I can’t. Not until he’s not here, at least.”
I almost teared up, rejection stabbing my chest. I crossed my arms and stood off the bed.
“Fine.” I grabbed my pajama pants, pulling them on angrily.
“Babe…”
I ignored him, pulling my shirt over my head and stomping over to the bed.
He chuckled. “Tantrum, much?”
I sniffled, turning my head so he wouldn’t see the lonely tear running down my cheek. “Let’s just go to bed.”
My voice betrayed me, cracking at the end. He scrambled over to sit in front of me on the bed.
“Hey, hey,” He lifted his fingers to grab my face. “you don’t think that I don’t want it, do you?”
I didn’t respond, just averted my eyes.
“Oh babe.” He smiled at me, cracking my hardened exterior. “You can’t possibly believe that.”
I, again, didn’t answer.
“Look.” He grabbed my hand then, leading it to the middle of his pants, pressing my palm to his stiffened cock underneath.
My eyes widened, and I gasped.
“I want it. Badly.” He shrugged and squeezed his eyes shut, freeing my wrist. “I just don’t want to disrespect your Dad like that. Him liking me is a big deal.”
I smirked. “That big of a deal, that you’re willing to let that go down on its own?” I pointed to his crotch.
He groaned. “Unfortunately.”
I shook my head, leaning my face into his chest. “Fine.”
He circled his arms around me, rubbing a hand up and down my spine.
“But once he’s gone, your ass is mine.”
-
I was woken by a paw to the face, causing me to startle. I cracked my eyes open to see Angel’s honey brown eyes staring directly at me. A low whine came out of him, and my brain clicked together. He had to pee.
Noah was laying heavy next to me, facing away, a quiet snore coming with the rise and fall of his chest. I slipped myself out of bed silently, Angel making a mad dash for the staircase.
I trotted down the stairs barefoot, unlocking and popping the door open to let Angel out. I closed the door behind him and turned to the kitchen. The coffee pot was on,the carafe full with a fresh brew. I noticed the time, 6:00AM. Dad had left me fresh coffee, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
As early as I fell asleep last night, I was sure that I wasn’t getting back to sleep anytime soon. I grabbed a mug from the cupboard, glancing out of the kitchen window. I noticed Dad’s truck was gone, leaving Noah’s rental alone on the lawn.
A scratching at the door came as I began sipping my coffee, so I let Angel in. He looked at me, and I smiled.
“Go on, go keep Noah warm.” He darted up the stairs in the direction of my pointed finger.
I needed to brush my teeth, and shower. No need to wake Noah, as he still needed to sleep off the jet-lag. There was very little light in the kitchen, as the sun had yet to rise completely over the mountains.
I decided to use the downstairs shower, so I wouldn’t wake Noah. I let the warm water wake my muscles and brain, slipping my pajama pants and shirt back on, minus the underwear from the day before.
Carefully toeing up the stairs, I slipped into the room and pushed Angel to the edge of the bed. He had curled up on my side, pressed against Noah’s back. I slipped back into bed and pulled my phone off of the side table. After checking that my volume was down all the way, I opened TikTok.
Something about the algorithm was strange, since I never looked up Bad Omens content, yet it still managed to cross my For You Page whenever I was with Noah, or thinking about him, or singing one of his songs to myself.
I sat, scrolling through clip after clip of shows from the recent European tour, Noah jumping around stage. He head banged viciously, he screamed until his throat gave out, and he even threw random items at the crowd. The video of him tossing an entire bag of marshmallows played, and I laughed quietly.
After about half an hour, I felt the bed shift, and an arm curl around my midsection. I smirked, and set my phone down on the table. I felt him press his body against my back, his face burying in my neck.
“Well, good morning.” I closed my eyes at the sensation of his breath on my neck.
He inhaled, squeezing me tighter. “Did you shower?”
My hair was still damp. “Yeah, I’ve been up for about an hour.”
He mumbled into my hair. “Should’ve woken me up.”
“Nah. You needed rest.”
I felt him pressing into me harder, his dick stiff and pushing against my lower back.
“Are we alone?”
I smirked. “Mhm.”
His lips started leaving soft kisses across the back of my neck, his fingers now playing with my belly button ring over my shirt.
I tried to center my thoughts. “You want breakfast?”
His hand then gripped my hip, flipping me onto my back. I didn’t realize what had happened before he was kneeling next to me, his eyes half-open and smoldering. He was smiling, a terrifying grin.
“As a matter of fact,” His hands ripped my pants down without mercy, leaving me completely bare in front of him. “I would love some.”
He pulled my thighs open, leaned down onto his stomach, and buried his face between my legs with absolutely no warning.
My eyes burst open, my hips jumping off of the mattress. “Oh my god!”
I was so stunned, I barely registered that his hands had my legs in a death grip, fingers digging into the tops of my thighs. His tongue worked, laying flat, long strokes over my lips, lingering with very specific pressure to my clit.
My knees bent instinctively, pressing my pussy against his tongue, my hand in his hair pushing him closer to me. He obliged so graciously, latching onto my clit and sucking wildly. I squealed a harsh, raspy moan.
“Oh fuck, Noah. Oh fuck. That’s so fucking good, Jesus Christ.”
I wanted to watch him work, his dark eyes flashing up under those sinfully long lashes, but the sheer vibrations from my core made me throw my head back and squeeze my eyes shut.
Just before I thought I would die of stimulation, his hand released my legs, and pressed them upwards, bending my knees toward my chest. This pressed my pussy forward, and I felt his tongue dive inside, his head moving back and forth ever so slightly. My vision went white, and the sounds leaving my mouth were a mix of whimpering and crying.
“Noah, please, I’m going to come. Please don’t stop.” His tongue came back to my clit, attacking me so deliciously while I felt one finger penetrate me. He curled the digit, pressing into the sweet spot. I exploded, a loud scream ripping from my throat. My fingers nearly ripped the hair clean out of his head.
He didn’t let up for at least a minute, making me attempt to thrash around, held down by his too strong hands.
Once he had tormented me enough, he sat up. My legs fell back down to the mattress while my lungs fought for oxygen. I wasn’t given long to recover, as I was quickly flipped back onto my stomach.
His hands hooked under my hip bones, lifting my ass in the air, and I swore I heard the sound of a condom being ripped open. My brain was still swimming from such an intense orgasm, that I wasn’t entirely sure what was happening until he spoke to me.
His voice was deep, full of lust. “Best fucking meal I’ve ever had.”
I felt the head of his cock nudge the entrance of my pussy, and I adjusted my knees wider, lifting myself up on my hands.
He continued to press against me, not quite sliding in. I felt a hand reach up my back, fingers wrapping in the hair on the nape of my neck. I leaned back against him, wanting to feel him inside me so badly I could cry.
At that moment, his fingers tightened in my hair and pulled my head up so I was nearly standing on my knees. His voice was against my ear now.
“Don’t be so impatient, princess. I’ve been waiting for this for months. We’re doing it my way.” His voice was so deadly, my only response was a soft moan.
He didn’t let go of my hair, but did slowly begin pressing into me, and I could hear a harsh breath being sucked in.
“Fucking Christ, baby.” He slid all the way in, pressing hard against my cervix. “Missed this pussy so fucking much.”
He let go of my hair now, letting me fall forward, my face burying in the pillow.
“Hold still for me baby, want to feel you.”
I did my best, I promise I did. But he was sliding in and out so painfully slow, and my body ached for him to just go a little faster. Involuntarily, my hips pushed back against him. I closed my eyes, but opened them when I felt a hard slap come to land on my ass. I sucked in a hard breath at the sting, but felt my walls twitch. I liked that. I liked that a lot.
“I told you to be patient.” His fingers were digging into the spot that he had slapped, but in all fairness, I’m not the best listener. I rocked my hips back again, and then braced myself. The slap that came down was harder, making a bolt of lighting shoot up my spine. I shivered, enjoying the sensation of his palm on my hot skin.
“Having a hard time hearing me, baby?” His hand rubbed over my flesh, and I carefully shook my head. “No?” His hand stopped abruptly, another hard smack landing on my ass.
“Ahh, I see. You like that, don’t you?”
I didn’t respond, only pushed back into him again, mouth watering at the feeling of his cock filling me, when his hand came down again.
He chuckled, a dark, wicked laugh. “I see what you’re doing.” He let go of my ass, but instead of another slap, he pulled out entirely, leaving me whimpering in distaste.
I felt his palm rubbing over my skin, my legs spread wide, hips rocking for him. There was nothing to push back on, and I sighed.
“You poor, eager girl. Must’ve been missing me just as much.” He nudged me with his cock, then, and I held still, not wanting him to move away.
I waited there, patiently, and felt him finally press back inside me. I moaned loudly, gripping the sheets with white knuckles.
“That’s it.” His voice was oddly comforting, although he sounded so evil. “See what happens when you’re patient?”
He was now thrusting at a steady pace, and my eyes began to roll back from the coil tightening in my belly.
“God damn, look at you.” He ran a hand up my back. “So fucking needy. So fucking beautiful.”
My body shook, another hard orgasm building. “Noah, God, Noah, please.”
“What do you need baby?” His hand came down to spank me again, a sickening sound filling the room. My eyes rolled back and I hissed at the sting.
“Yes, fuck!” I screamed.
“Love being spanked, don’t you?” He slapped me again, harder.
“Mmm,” Forming words was getting harder.
Another slap. My legs started to shake.
“So good for me, baby. So fucking good.”
Slap.
“Could fuck you all God damn day.”
Slap.
“So fucking tight. So fucking wet.”
Slap.
His breathing was becoming more erratic, his rhythm slipping. He was close.
“Fuck, Noah, I’m going to come.”
He fucked me harder, his hips barreling against me at an alarming pace. He gripped my hips for support.
“Fuck, baby. Come on my cock. Come for me, Leena.”
Slap.
That was it, I was gone. My brain was bursting, my screaming wild. My fingers were digging into the mattress now, chanting his name over and over.
I felt him stiffen, his hands gripping me hard enough to bruise.
He slowed his thrusts, his body half-collapsing on my back. My knees gave out, making him fall on top of me completely. I rolled on my side, my eyes half-masked and staring at him. He was breathing heavy with his mouth open, face showing me how spent he was.
“H-Holy fuck.” Was all he could say. I waited a moment for my heart to calm down. He stared at me, an expression I couldn’t place on his face. “Are you…” He trailed off. “Are you okay?”
I smiled, then. He was worried. It was cute.
I answered him with a soft kiss on his lips.
-
The day had passed so easily. Noah and I had made breakfast, playing 80’s music, him singing very dramatically to all of the Bowie songs. We had taken Angel on a long walk around Dad’s property, and came back in once the rain really started coming down. Needless to say, we spent a fair amount of time on the balcony in the downpour.
We fell asleep watching The Walking Dead, starting from the first season, as Noah had never watched it.
The following morning, I awoke feeling funny. I couldn’t place the feeling, but it was almost dizzy. The sensation made me salivate, similar to when I used to drink too much, and fell asleep before emptying my stomach.
After a tall glass of water, I unfortunately did the same, everything I had eaten the night before being left in the bowl. I cursed under my breath. Being sick was not on the agenda for mine and Noah’s days alone together.
During my mad dash to the bathroom, I had to have woken Noah, as he was now knocking on the door. I had already flushed my vomit, and was brushing my teeth.
“Babe?”
I opened the door to see him looking at me, sleep still heavy in his eyes. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”
He shook his head, dismissing me. “Are you alright?”
I nodded, my lips still clammy and my color too pale. “Yeah, just not feeling great this morning.”
He walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my stomach while I scrubbed my tongue.
“Dinner, maybe? The pork might’ve been under?”
I nodded. “Probably.” I spit out the toothpaste and rinsed my mouth out. “I’ll be fine. I’ll just take it easy today.”
He gently turned me around and placed his lips to my forehead, furrowing his brow. “You’re not warm.”
I leaned into him. “Nah, it was the pork.”
-
The following days, I spent laying on the couch or in bed, my stomach fighting against me at the most inopportune moments. I would feel great, back to normal entirely, and then would be hit with a wave of nausea that I couldn’t escape. Once I had vomited, I would be slapped with an overwhelming fatigue that had me napping for at least an hour each time.
I could see Noah getting increasingly worried, but I continued to remind him that I was fine, it was just a stomach bug (the possibility of it being food poisoning less and less as the days went on), and that if I went a week with no improvement, then I would go to Urgent Care.
He seemed satisfied with that, but then Dad came home.
“You’ve been sick for how many days now?”
“This is the third day.” Noah spoke up from behind me where he leaned against the back of the couch. I shot a death glare in his direction, to which he just shrugged.
“Mileena, you need to go get checked out.”
I groaned. He used my full name, which meant he was being my father right now.
“I’m fine, Daddy. I feel good!”
“You’ll be throwing up soon. You always do about an hour after you eat.”
I rolled my eyes and hissed at Noah. “Not helping.”
He threw his hands up in his defense.
“He’s right, I’m driving you to town.”
I scoffed. “Hello?! I am not a child. You can’t just force me to get checked out.”
“You’re my child. I can do anything I want.”
I crossed my arms and stomped a foot, narrowing my eyes at my Dad.
“Daddy, I am nearly thirty years old. You cannot make me see a doctor if I don’t want to.”
“Oh no?” Dad grinned at me.
He then turned his attention to the man behind me.
“Hey Noah, you ever hear the story of when Leena was little and went roller skating for the first time?”
My eyes bugged out. I looked at Noah, whose brows were raised, an amused smile on his face.
“I haven’t, actually.”
My head whipped back around. “Dad! You can’t blackmail me with embarrassing stories!”
Dad laughed. “The hell I can’t! Now you get in the truck, or I will tell him about when you sat on an ant hill.”
I heard an amused giggle behind me, and I growled in frustration.
“Ugh, I hate you both!” I turned and stomped up the stairs. “Let me get my shoes on!”
It had taken ten whole minutes of arguing with Noah to get him to stay back at the house with Angel. I didn’t need him hearing that I had E. Coli, or Salmonella, or just a really bad case of the stomach flu. Him and my Dad ganging up on me had me fuming the entire thirty-minute drive down the mountain and into town, soft country music the only sound in the cab of the truck.
When we pulled up to Urgent Care, I took note of the one other car in the parking lot. With any luck, we’d be in and out quickly.
“I’ll wait here for ya.” Dad settled into his seat and turned the music up a few notches.
I rolled my eyes and hopped out of the truck, walking up to the entrance begrudgingly.
“Hi! What brings you in today?” The redheaded girl behind the counter looked no older than eighteen, and I internally sighed in annoyance.
“I’ve got some kind of stomach thing, a virus or something.” My tone made it clear I was not happy to be there.
She nodded. “Okay, sure, we can help with that. Let’s get you checked in.”
I went through the tedious process of giving her my information before sitting down in the small, plastic chairs of the waiting room. I pulled out my phone, opening my texts.
Me: You may not know this about me, but I fucking hate doctors.
Noah started typing almost immediately.
Noah: Same, but you need to get checked out.
I slumped down into the chair.
Me: Teaming up against me with my Dad is fucked. Gonna kick your ass for it when I get back.
Noah: As terrifying as that sounds, I’m sure it’s worth it.
He started typing again immediately,
Noah: I’m getting those stories out of him still.
Me: Over my dead body.
“Mileena Richards?” A female voice called to me. A short, skinny woman in scrubs called me from the door leading to the exam rooms.
I stood up and walked toward her. She smiled warmly at me, and I tried to return the gesture.
She led me to a room where she took my weight, blood pressure, and pulse ox. She then sat back and asked me to describe my symptoms.
“Well, I’ve been throwing up a lot. It seems pretty random.”
“Okay, and have you noticed it happens after anything specific? Like eating or exercise?”
I shook my head. “Maybe about an hour or so after eating? But not every time.”
She nodded. “Any cramping? Gas? Diarrhea?”
I just shook my head. “No, but right before I vomit, I get pretty lightheaded.”
She was typing into her computer. She turned her attention back to me.
“Okay, honey, and when was the first date of your last menstrual cycle?”
She pushed a small calendar toward me, and I wracked my brain. I was so bad at remembering this stuff. I flipped back a month, looking at January. What day in January?
I remembered buying tampons at Target. Where was that? Laura was with me. It was about five days before I moved. We had gone to Target for packing tape, microwave popcorn, bubble wrap, and tampons. I wasn’t due for my period for another week, but I didn’t want to be on a flight to Seattle, and it show up early while I was unprepared.
But…I never used them. My period wasn’t exact, but it came at about the end of each month. We went to the store on January 22nd. 23rd? That means my last period was just before Christmas, which I remember, because I was extra cranky when I woke up Christmas morning at Laura’s, spending the holiday with her and Will. It started on Christmas Eve…
“I, uh…” I stared at the calendar, small and tinted green with little peonies on the corner. “I think it was Christmas Eve.”
The nurse raised a brow at me over the rim of her glasses. “Any chance you could be pregnant?”
I shook my head, staring at the floor, bewildered.
“No.” She didn’t seem satisfied with that answer, her face not moving an inch. “I wasn’t sexually active much at that time.”
She pursed her lips, and pushed herself away from her desk.
“Okay, honey, follow me.”
I stood up, my brain scattered. Noah and I were always careful, so it’s just not possible.
“Alright dear,” She held a plastic cup in front of me. “I need a urine sample from you, in case we need X-rays on your abdomen, we just need to be sure.”
I nodded, accepting the cup and heading toward the bathroom she directed me to.
“Doctor will meet you back in the exam room. Just leave the cup on the tray that’s next to the sink.”
I locked the bathroom door behind me, and stared at the cup. The unnerving instinct to run out of the office and into my Dad’s truck, lying and telling him it was the stomach flu, flooded through me, making my face go numb.
My logical sense took over, and I meticulously peed in the cup, replacing the lid and scrubbing my hands in the sink.
Once I was sat back in the room, opting for the chair, rather than the paper-lined bed, I sat in silence. My phone buzzed in my sweatshirt pocket, and I lifted it with a shaking hand.
Noah: Any news?
My fingers trembled so hard that I screwed up my words and had to keep deleting and retyping.
Me: Not yet.
I didn’t lie, because there wasn’t any. I was just going absolutely insane, and the power of suggestion was making my mind play tricks on me.
I replaced my phone in my pocket and forced myself to take a deep breath. I was fine. Just sick. Nothing serious. Nothing life-changing about it.
A short rap on the door made me startle before it cracked open.
“Mileena?” A tall, older man entered the room. He wore dark green scrubs, a white coat, and a stethoscope around his neck. Very stereotypically doctor-looking.
I nodded in response.
He stepped in with a small stack of papers in his hands. “I’m Dr. Allen.” He was looking down at his documents. “I hear you haven’t been feeling well?”
I coughed to clear my throat. “Yeah, for the last few days.”
He nodded, clicking his tongue while he flipped through the forms.
“Okay, well, I’m going to do an exam, but I’m pretty sure I know why you’re feeling crappy.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
He looked up at me, a smile on his face. “Yep. Your hCG levels are pretty elevated, and you’re also very dehydrated.”
What the hell is hCG?
I shook my head. “Uhm, okay. What does that mean exactly?”
He moved to sit at the desk, handing the stack of papers to me.
“It means that you’re expecting.” His eyes were sincere, likely seeing that mine looked like they were going to pop right out of my skull.
The air rushed out of my lungs. My response came out nearly inaudible. “What?”
He sat back in his chair. “You’re pregnant.” He glanced at the computer, clicking something with his mouse. “Judging by how late your cycle is? I’d say about six weeks? Maybe a little less?”
I could feel my head spinning on my shoulders, unable to tear my eyes away from the doctor. When I didn’t speak, he continued.
“I would guess that what you’ve been experiencing is morning sickness. It is a little early, however. I still want to do a quick exam to make sure we don’t have any other issues.”
I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. The world had fallen out from under me.
-
The drive home was utterly silent. I had only spoken to Dad to tell him that I was fine, and we could head home. He didn’t press, but I could feel he was growing increasingly uncomfortable.
“Leena?”
My eyes darted to him. We had pulled onto the lawn and parked already.
I didn’t answer him.
“Is it what I think it is?”
My eyes started tearing up, my lower lip trembling.
“I don’t know how this happened.” My voice was so small, I couldn’t be sure he even heard me.
“Well,” Dad huffed, adjusting in his seat. “I thought you knew this already, but, honey, when a man and a woman love each other-“
My head snapped over to my Dad, tears now rolling down my face. “Are you kidding me?!”
He sat back in his chair. “I’m sorry, just trying to lighten the mood.”
“Lighten the mood?” I scoffed. “This isn’t fucking funny!” My voice was reaching the level of a scream.
“Alright, now honey calm down.”
“Calm down?! What do you mean, ‘calm down’?!”
He lowered his eyebrows then. “Mileena Jane, I understand you’re upset, but you will not scream at me like that.”
His even, stern tone brought me back down, but my chest still heaved with sobs.
“Daddy…” I was lost for words. I was lost for thought. “What am I going to do?”
His eyes adjusted out the windshield, and I followed his gaze.
Noah stepped out of the front door, Angel heeling his left, a small smile on his face. He waved a hand at us.
“I’m not sure, baby, but you better figure it out fast.” Was all he said before opening his door to leave the truck. My hand flew over to him, grabbing his arm.
“Daddy?” He looked at me. “Please, for the love of God, don’t kill him.”
He snorted, swinging a leg out of the truck. “No promises.”
He left me alone, and I watched as he approached Noah, and clapped a hand on his shoulder politely. I couldn’t hear what he said, but he pointed at the truck, and went inside, calling Angel to him.
Noah then made his way down the porch, and across the grass. I opened my door and, slowly and shaking, hopped out.
His face fell when he saw my tears. “Hey, what’s going on?”
I wiped my face, and tried to put a calm smile on my face. “Nothing. I’m fine.”
He reached out and grabbed my hand. “Something’s up.” He glanced back at the house. “You fight with your Dad or something?”
I shook my head. “No, no. Nothing like that.”
“Okay, so what’s up? What did the doctor say?”
My stomach bottomed out, that familiar dizzy feeling hitting me.
“He said, uhm,” I swallowed hard, trying to push down the nausea. “that my exam was normal.”
He raised an eyebrow. “So they don’t know what’s wrong with you?”
I stared at him, eyes wide and wet. “They do.”
He furrowed his brow. “And?”
I shrugged, not knowing what the fuck to say.
“Noah, do you…” I closed my eyes, building the nerve. “do you remember the night of the concert? The last one I went to? The night we got back together?”
I had worked it through in my head. The night he sang to me on stage, and kissed me in the green room.
We had gone back to his house, and it’s obvious what happened there. We didn’t have a condom, and I told him I’d go to the drug store the next day for the magic pill. The problem is, when I woke up the next morning, in his bed, Laura had called frantic. Angel had thrown up four times the night before and wouldn’t eat or drink anything. Noah and I rushed him to the vet, learning he had eaten some plants in Laura’s backyard. He needed to be kept overnight, and we almost had to reschedule our flight to Seattle. I got distracted. I forgot.
I watched the gears in his head turn, his face growing increasingly bewildered.
“I remember we…” He trailed off before he raised an eyebrow. “You took the pill…”
I shook my head. “I forgot. Angel was sick.”
He raised his eyebrows, his eyes growing wide as saucers.
“Oh my God, you’re right.” For as surprised as he was, his voice was so even.
“Noah, I’m so sorry. I forgot.” I swallowed again, my stomach threatening to spill all over the both of us. “I’m pregnant.”
-
Noah had been sitting on the porch since I told him, swaying slowly back and forth while the rain fell around the house. Dad suggested I give him space, give him time to wrap his head around it.
I was trembling, sitting at the dining room table and obsessively munching on pistachios. Dad had already gone to bed, exhausted from his trip and still chewing on the news himself.
It had been five hours. Five hours since I told him the news, and there he sat, unmoving. I was crawling out of my skin, the fear and anxiety slowly turning into anger. He needed time to wrap his head around it?! I was the one growing a fucking fetus inside me! I was nauseas, dizzy, fatigued, and so fucking scared. But he got to take space?
Fuck that.
I stomped away from the table, bursting through the screen door. I walked over to the swing, standing directly in his line of vision.
“Hey!” He looked up at me, face void of emotion. “Look, I get this is a lot, alright? So if you want to bail, that’s fine. I don’t expect you to want to deal with this.”
His face was now twisted, confused.
“If you’re going to leave, however, leave now. I can’t sit in there and wait for you to get up the nerve to tell me you’re not sticking around!”
I was crying again, hot angry tears.
His voice was quiet. “What?”
I crossed my arms. “What do you mean, ‘what’? You can’t ruin your career over this, Noah. The band is just starting to get huge.”
He shook his head at me, standing to his feet. “You think I’m thinking about the band? About my career?” His words were angry, making me shrink slightly.
“I mean, yeah! How could you not? You’ve been out here for hours!”
He blinked rapidly, completely in disbelief.
“You’re fucking joking, right?” It was a half-yell, but it was enough to make me take a step back.
“I’m not out here worried about my fucking band, Leena. I’m thinking about what kind of father I’m going to be!” He gestured between us. “What kind of parents we can be to that baby!” He pointed at my stomach.
I was confused now. “What?”
He rolled his eyes, turning and pinching the bridge of his nose. “We’re alcoholics, Leena! I’m less than six months sober!” He coughed then, a choked sound. “I don’t know if I’d be any good as a father.”
He sat back down, and my entire mood shifted. He was concerned about being a good Dad? Did that mean he wanted this? He wasn’t worried about his job? His music? His reputation?
“Noah,” I sat next to him, but still at least a foot away. “you don’t have to worry about that.”
He looked at me then, a look of concern on his face. I gave him the wrong idea.
“I just mean that,” I shrugged, frustrated. “you’re an amazing person, Noah. Your addiction doesn’t change that.”
He leaned back on the swing, leaning his face up to look at the ceiling. “That’s your opinion, Leena. I’ve done horrible things.”
I nodded. “We all have.”
I grabbed his hand then, his face turning to look at me. I gave him a small smile.
“Do you want to do this?”
He sighed, waiting a few moments to answer. My heart pounded in my ears.
“I really do. I’m so fucking scared, but,” He squeezed my hand in his. “I can’t help feeling really fucking excited.”
He cracked a grin, and I returned it. “Me too.”
“Leena, I know this isn’t how this was supposed to happen. And I’m so sorry that I put you in this position.”
My tears came back, then. “No, I’m sorry. I was supposed to get the Plan B. I forgot.”
I hung my head, ashamed.
“Uhm, excuse me?” I looked back up at him. “I was the one who didn’t insist we use protection. And I also forgot to get you the pill.” He lifted my face with his chin. “We both did this.”
I nodded, leaning my head on his shoulder.
“So.” He sighed out, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
I leaned into him. “Yeah.”
“Well, we’ve got to move in together.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but the thought of going through a pregnancy, and all the fun that was sure to entail crossed my mind. Doing that alone felt miserable. I also thought about the morning sex I got from Noah the other day, and smiled.
“Well, I did rent my house out…”
He huffed triumphantly. “Then that’s settled.”
I smirked. “You still going to want me when I’m all fat and moody?”
He chuckled, pulling me in closer. “You won’t be fat, you’ll be pregnant.” I could hear the smile in his voice. “With my baby.”
I groaned. “Oh no, you don’t have like, a breed kink, do you?”
This made him laugh loudly. “No, not really. It’s just my masculine instinct to be more attracted to you while you’re carrying my child.”
I rolled my eyes. “Okay, Mr. Neanderthal.”
We both laughed, but quickly became quiet again. The sound of the woods and rain around us filling the space.
“I love you, Mileena.”
I tucked my face into his side, nuzzling against him.
“I love you too, Noah.”
“You promise?”
“Always.”
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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! This story was a journey, and I can say I’ve honestly come to really love these characters. Cant decide if I want to continue their story or not, so let me know if you do. If you’ve followed it, I appreciate you! Till next time, my loves. 🖤
xo
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