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Wedding Bells, Planning Hell

Pairing: Terrance Swaino x Female!Reader

Warnings: Drug use, Alcohol, Smut (18+), oral, sex

Summary: Slight enemies to lovers. Reader is through in Manchester for a long weekend helping her best friend plan her wedding. The only thing is her friend’s older brother Terrance is hanging around and she hates him...or so she thought. Apparently he's not that bad. And kinda...hot?

A/N: Oops my fingers slipped and I wrote almost 9k worth of fic based on a character I have so many mixed feelings about. Hopefully someone else likes this ahaha enjoy!

If you had to look at one more shade of white you felt like your eyes might scorch away. You didn’t even know there were so many varieties, you just figured white was white. But that wasn’t the case, apparently you’d been living a very uncultured life. There was Ivory, pearl, ice, bone, ivory, simply white, scottish road, ivory, christ did you forget to mention ivory? Jesus lord, take me now.

“Mags, I love you so much, like so so much. But if you don’t make a decision I’m gonna pass away. The only white I’m gonna be seeing is the white light of heaven's gates,” you groan, dramatically falling to your knees in front of your poor friend.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, turning in her rickety wooden chair so that she could face you. Her long dark hair was mussed from the amount of times her hands had raked through it and her cheeks were rosy with stress. You’d both been at this for far too long. Your head was practically developing its own pulse.

“The only way you’re seeing heaven is if they take you up just to drop you harder into the pit,” she smirked. “Besides, I wanna do this right. I’m only getting married once, I want this to be perfect! God knows I’m not gettin’ input from George, I need you on this with me.”

You groaned again and picked up her fabric samples, abducting them all and leaving her with two small scraps. If she wasn’t going to choose between fifty then she could choose between two.

“Then you can pick between ivory and,” you squinted at the tiny loopy font, “chantilly lace? Christ, what even is that?”

“It’s classy is what it is,” Mags sniffed, shooting you a signature hazel eyed glare.

“Then it sounds like we’ve made a decision! At last!” you laughed, clawing the slippery ivory cloth from her fingers and into the discard pile.

“Ugh, you’re almost as bad as Georgie,” she said, playfully shooting you a glare.

You snorted and turned, dumping the table cloth scraps onto the old wooden table and sat back in your chair, wincing as it creaked with your returning weight. Everything in the Swaino’s kitchen was so old you wondered how it managed to sit the whole army that was Mags’ family. The place was filled with antique furniture and chintzy walls, smelling faintly of dinner and hair product, a touch of lingering cigarette smoke filling every room.

It was easy to see how Mags was the way she was, how she got so scrappy and determined. Being the youngest in a family like the Swainos had to be a fight. You shook your head as you watched her dutifully glue the off-white scrap into her heaving wedding scrapbook. It was barely closable with the amount of samples and leaflets and coupons she had bursting out of it. It made you break out into a grin as she struggled to keep the page flat.

“Face it, without me you wouldn’t even have a dress yet, the guests would turn up and you’d still be comparing centrepieces,” you tisked, thinking back to the dreaded first few pages of planning.

“Yeah, yeah. I know I’m bein’ crazy about all this, its just I want to be able to look out on my wedding day and think, ‘there’s not a single thing I would change’. I want to stroll down the aisle and onto the dance floor and know I did everything right,” Mags declared, resting her head on her hand as she day dreamed.

Mags had been your best friend since the moment you had started at your new company just a few years ago. The two of you worked in a New York office that her family always prefixed with ‘fancy’ in that knowing sort of way between themselves, and now you were both in her family home taking some time off over a long weekend to plan her wedding to George. You loved the girl, she showed the ropes around work and didn’t let anyone give you shit, but this wedding stuff was making her go full bridezilla.

You’d arrived the night before, on Thursday, and met half of her family, talking to extremely excited sisters and aunties and uncles, and of course her mother. You’d been bombarded with people. And now you sat with kids blaring cartoons from the livingroom and women on phone calls that rattled through the house. You figured you’d had just about all you could handle for the day.

“I think it’s time for a little break,” you said, waggling your eyebrows and hoping you could entice her out.

“What? We’ve still got to look at catering, and then there's the cake and the grooms cake and-”

“Margaret Jane Swaino,” you sighed, stopping her in her tracks. “We have been at this since eight this morning and now it’s three in the afternoon. I think we’ve earned ourselves a little drink. Whaddaya say?”

Mags huffed out a breath and stared at you for a moment, pursing her lips. She looked like she could be swayed in either direction until a mournful scream broke through from the lounge and suddenly she was jumping into action. She was hauling her puffy jacket on faster than you could even blink.

“Shouldn’t we go check on the kids and make sure no ones dying through there?” you asked, pulling your own jacket over your back and quirking your brow.

“Nah. We go through there it's gonna be all ‘I want a snack’ and ‘she hit me’ and ‘I shit my pants’,” she snorted, already sneaking over to the sliding door and making her way to the porch. “Get out before it's too late!”

You didn’t need much more convincing than that. Sure, you’d do anything to play polite house guest, but that was way beyond your remit. Escape sounded good.

—---

Well it turned out you were escaping one hell and entering another.

You didn’t know Manchester particularly well, so when you set off for drinks you let Mags lead the way. So ultimately she chose the local popular spot. Which also happened to be the same bar that Terrance Swaino frequented, Mags’ gross older brother.

“Baby sis! Oh my god, what’re you doin’ back here?”

His voice sliced through you like a line of rusty barbed wire. Sure enough, he was there in his big black jacket, sporting his usual goatee that made you wonder what decade he was from. Suddenly memories were filling your mind and the thought of him drunkenly slurring “you’re too pretty to be some jerk off’s coffee slave” was all that echoed around your head.

You’d only met him once before when he’d come to visit Mags for drinks one night and that one night had felt like more than enough time for you to make your mind up on him. He was a childish, gross dickhead. He’d spent the whole night taking cheap flirty shots at you, talking about his friends and dumping on them, and getting totally plastered before needing to be hauled off to his hotel room by Mags when he couldn’t stand anymore. Bleh.

To your chagrin Mags crossed the gloomy room and made a beeline for Terrance. You felt like you might melt into sludge on the old frayed carpet. You stalked behind her and approached his small group of friends, hunching over and appearing as small as possible. Hoping you wouldn’t stand out too much.

“Ter bear!” Mags laughs, throwing her arms around her brother. “I booked time off work! We’re weddin’ planning.”

“We…? Oh! Fuck, hello gorgeous. Didn’t see ya there,” he grins, finally directing his attention towards you.

“Hi Terrance,” you say, biting back a sigh. “How you keeping?”

“I’m keeping very fuckin’ well,” he smirked, running his tongue over his lip. “How bout’ you uh-…?”

You narrow your eyes as you watch him squint at you and for a second it feels like you can actually hear the rusty cogs squealing in his mind. He clearly has no idea who you are. You can already tell that he’s trying to decide if you were a previous conquest or a new challenge. You huff out a breath and put him out of his misery reminding him of your name.

“We met a couple months back after Mags’ engagement. I work with her at the firm.”

“Oh shit! Oh man, right! You’re not from around here, huh? You guys should sit with us and we’ll make sure to give you a warm Manchester welcome. These are the guys,” Terrance said, beginning to gesture to his two smirking friends. “Frank and Packie.”

“Nice to meet you guys,” you murmured, smiling weakly.

They sent a wave your way and immediately it felt like you were in the spotlight. A new girl, a girl that wasn’t related to anyone there. Fresh meat. You avoided eye contact and quickly sat down next to Mags, folding your arms across yourself and hoping the men would behave themselves.

“You said you work with Maggie, right? What is it you do there?” Frank asked, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, I’m a PA as well!”

“What, the boss needs two people to make him coffee?” Swaino sniggers.

“You made that joke last time,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Besides, Mags works for the Chairman, I work for the CEO and it’s more than just getting coffee too.”

“Yeah, man! PA’s have to respond to sensitive emails and set up workshops and meeting spaces,” Packie said with an all too serious stare.

“Uh, yeah that’s right actually…” you confirmed, not used to someone actually knowing what you do.

“Packie actually listens when I rant about my job, don’t ya Pack,” Mags trilled, cutting off your stunned silence. “Not like this fuckin’ idiot.”

She proceeded to mess with Terrance’s hair, rubbing her palm straight into the bouncy mop and sending it wild with static. You giggled as he ripped her hands off of him and started ranting at her, going off in that big broad accent of his. He was waving his arms around, getting comically mad as she unsuccessfully tried not to snort-laugh

“How many times do we have to go over this? The hair’s off limits!’” he growled, desperately trying to smooth it back to how it was.

You shook your head and turned just in time to see Frank roll his eyes as well. It seemed you had an ally. He winked at you in acknowledgment and stood up, asking if anyone would like a drink. You felt your cheeks heat up as you watched him. The man was tall and you had to admit it was a weakness of yours. You were a sucker for big guys that’d make you feel all protected and cherished.

“I’ll take a beer if you’re offering,” you smiled.

“Of course! Anything for you Maggie?”

“I need something stronger, I got the wedding planning guilt foggin’ my brain. Can you get me a double vodka and coke?”

He snorted at that but nodded and went on his way, taking all six plus feet with him. You must’ve been obvious with your staring cause you noticed Mags’ brother staring right back at you after a few seconds and uncomfortably looked away. Damn it. You prayed the asshole wouldn’t bring it up in front of everyone.

“So, what is it you do Packie?” you asked, ensuring the conversation stayed away from your staring.

“Well I actually do a couple different odd jobs-”

You let Packie drone on for a little bit and tuned out, satisfied that Terrance wasn’t going to rat on you and sat back waiting on your beer. At least this was a break from the wedding explosion waiting for you when you got back to the house, you thought. Even if you did have to put up with the staring and the dumb flirty comments.

—

A while later, just as you were relaxing into your buzz, Mags ended up doubling over and puking an oil tankards worth of booze up in the bathroom. You were by her side in an instant of course, sweeping up her hair and telling her it was all gonna be ok, but you knew for a fact that was her out for the count for the foreseeable twenty four hours.

“I just-I just-I..oh,” Mags wailed, not knowing what to say. “I’m soooo sorry, I-”

“Shh, it’s alright, Mags. Let’s get you home, huh?” You reassured, trying to haul her to her feet.

It took a little bit of force but eventually you managed to yank her up and soon you were tottering back through the bar and unsteadily toward the doorway. You bit your lip and kept her balanced over your side, her arm draped messily around your shoulder, but you weren’t quite strong enough to support all of her. Shit.

Just as you were about to tumble off balance you felt her weight lift from you and just as you righted yourself you looked up to see Terrance on her other side. He grinned over at you and motioned his head, urging you out toward the warm summer night just beyond the doorway.

You blinked in surprise at first but got to walking and soon you were out, breathing in the fresh air and looking up at the moon in a daze. Mags had now passed out, essentially lying across your lap, while Terrance was on her other side. He was talking to someone over the phone, ordering a taxi you eventually realised.

“You have to do this a lot?” he asked eventually, knocking you out of your stupor.

“What?”

“Get my drunk ass baby sister home to safety?” he chuckled.

“Last I remember it was you getting hauled off,” you muttered, defending your friend.

He looked at you, taken aback for a second before he laughed and shook his head. You frowned over at him, wondering what was so funny before he rested his head against the concrete and turned to you once again.

“You don’t like me much do ya?”

You bristled at the accusation and immediately started to try and defend yourself.

“Well you were being super gross last time we met…” you trailed.

“Shit…I was?” he asked, looking genuinely confused.

You shook your head and grinned, leaning your own head back against the wall and looking back up to the sky. Of course he didn’t know he was being a weirdo. You thought for a second, figuring out the gentlest way to explain to him that saying, “if you’re looking for a man, I can pencil you in,” isn’t a turn on. Though you were interrupted before you could complete the thought.

“I’ll be honest I was kinda fucked by the time you guys got to the bar that night. If I was an asshole I’m sorry about that,” he said, offering you a small smile.

You blinked, surprised that he was apologising, but soon collected yourself. You gulped and offered him a shrug, feeling your tension around him ease.

“Thanks for apologising. I guess I’m just not used to being around guys like you,” you remarked.

“Guys like me?” he shot back, frowning deeply.

“Like, um…” you struggled for a second, “like I guess macho guys, I dunno-shit. I guess you’re just not like the guys in New York.”

He chuckled a deep gravelly laugh as he watched you struggle for words and clearly took great pleasure in watching you squirm. His smile remained on his face, and he side eyed you for a second, flicking his gaze over you like a jungle cat. Your breath hitched.

“Do you know what I think it is, sweetheart?”

You rolled your eyes at the pet name.

“What?”

“I don’t think you’re used to gettin’ flirted with,” he said confidently.

You snorted. Oh, this was where he was going with this. Like you were some kind of waif that couldn’t get attention. You got attention, you just weren’t keen on men that were too forward. Men that swaggered around like they owned the place. Men that thought they could force and flatter their way through to your pants.

“Why wouldn’t I get flirted with? I remember you saying I was so hot I could charge a solar panel.”

You delighted in watching him wince at that, he adjusted his big thick jacket around his shoulders and raked his hand through his dark hair. The thick locks bounced back up like springs and it made you look down to Mags, looking at how rumpled her hair was after her little puke fest. If the swainos had one thing going for them it was their big thick hair.

“You know what, I officially give up,” Terrance declared. “I can see when my chances are screwed.”

“Wise choice,” you laughed, staring back up at him “Maybe you could try and be a little less corny with next girl, huh?”

“Shit, y’know most girls think it’s endearing,” he shrugged.

“Wow, that’s a big word, must really impress girls,” you snarked, smacking your hand over your mouth when you realised how dry you’d been.

Terrance’s eyes comically widened and his mouth dropped open. He looked absolutely scandalised.

“Woah. You’re brutal aren’t ya? Better warn Frank about that,” he remarked.

“Frank?”

“Yeah, I saw you checking him out. You were pretty fuckin’ obvious about it,” he laughed. “Was waiting on you makin’ a move.”

“Was not,” you snorted.

“Yeah you were, don’t fuckin lie you coward. What was it you liked about him, huh? What’s he got that I don’t?”

Your heart thudded in your chest and felt like it might come beating right out. Just as you thought you might overheat from the embarrassment of it all, you saw headlights approaching and realised it must be your taxi. You were saved by the wheels. You sighed and got to your feet, starting to try and tug the still unconscious Mags up with no help from Swaino. He was still giving you that signature molton brown stare.

“Terrance,” you gritted out, arms burning from attempting to get Mags upright. “Little help?”

“Tell me why you got a crush on Frankie boy and I’ll carry her myself,” he declared, a shit eating grin spreading across his features.

Oh you could just smack that goatee right off of him. You groaned and when the car finally pulled up to the sidewalk, you realised there was only one way into it.

“He’s tall,” you shrugged.

“Really? That’s all it takes?” he laughed, getting to his feet.

“Tall men are hot- woah” you said, almost unbalancing as Mags’ brother took her from you and left you feeling feather light.

Terrance watched you for a second, before he shook his head and gathered his sister into his arms, rather ungracefully hauling her over his shoulder. He may as well have been lugging a sack of potatoes. Meanwhile you’d found your balance, impressed that Terrance was still able to hold Mags up like that after all those drinks and you were struggling just to stay on your own feet.

“You know I might be a little shorter than him, but it’s only cause those inches were put to use somewhere else,” he winked, stalking over to the car.

Every muscle in your face wrinkled in disgust and you took a pause before following behind him. You weren’t entirely convinced you actually wanted to go in with him, but then again you were desperate to get home and sink into bed. Sophie's choice. You rolled your eyes for the thousandth time and did a little half jog to catch up with him, scowling as you got into the taxi.

“You’re fuckin gross,” you muttered.

—

“Mornin, sweetheart. Cute PJs, very nice.”

You jumped as you walked into the kitchen and did a double take as you saw Terrance sitting at the kitchen table with a smug look on his face and a mug of coffee. You gritted your teeth and locked eyes with him, he trailed his gaze over you, biting his lip through his grin. There was no escape from the man.

You stared down at your baggy shirt and pyjama shorts, suddenly wishing the shirt came down just an extra few inches. Looking back over at him, you noticed he wasn’t wearing his jacket for once, he was just in a black T-shirt and dark jeans, his golden chain glinting in the soft morning light. It was difficult not to notice his bulging arms now they were on full display, difficult not to think about how into him you’d be if he weren't…well him.

“Is there coffee left or did you just make enough for yourself,” you finally said, washing the image of his arms around you out of your mind.

“Coffee pot’s over there,” he said, motioning with his head.

As soon as you knew where to get yourself some caffeine you scurried away, finding a stray mug in the dish rack and filling it as much as possible. The warm bitter smell of coffee washed through you and before even taking a sip, you could feel the warmth seeping into your system. It wrapped you in a hug and washed through your head, numbing the hangover and your thumping heart.

Once you’d had a generous gulp, you took it over to the table and sat for a second, losing yourself in the heavily floral wallpaper. You traced along the vines and petals with your eyes and spaced out, feeling white noise creeping through your skull.

“Not a mornin’ person, huh?”

You blinked and stared back over at Terrance, fearing for a second that your head was going to fall off your shoulders you’d moved so quickly. He laughed as he studied you and reached over to the chair next to him, pulling a large white box out from under the table and offering it over to you.

“What’s that?” you asked, eying the box suspiciously.

“Breakfast,” he grinned, opening the lid.

Inside there were a few donuts scattered haphazardly around. Clearly the box had been full at one point but the supply had been decimated. You assumed that must be why you were woken up by the kids screaming outside. They were high out their little minds with a sugar rush.

You picked out a simple glazed one that was oozing a little jam, admiring the way the sugar glistened. It looked like a good fuckin’ donut.

After taking a bite, you could confirm, that was a great fuckin’ donut. You moaned and took another bite and sipping at your coffee, accidentally catching Terraces eye after your outburst. He was smirking.

“What?” you said, narrowing your eyes.

“Didn’t say anything,” he said innocently, holding his hands up. “Glad you’re enjoying it is all.”

Yeah right. He was enjoying watching you a little too much for your tastes. You shook your head and continued to eat, staring off at the wallpaper again, hoping you could ignore anymore awkward conversation with Mags’ annoying brother and praying she’d be down soon. Though if track records were anything to go by that was doubtful.

Soon enough the comfortable silence was broken when giggles broke out from the hallway. You frowned and looked over at the door just as two little girls pounced through it, both sporting thick pigtails and big toothy grins. They skipped their way over to Terrance and pounced onto his lap,

“Uncle Terry!” One of them exclaimed.

“We drew this for you!” said the other.

The little girl whipped out a crudely drawn crayon picture, brandishing it proudly right in front of his eyes. You giggled as you watched him adjust to having the paper smacked right in his face, taking it from them and putting it to an actual viewable level.

“Aw man, look at that. You made this just for me?” He said, his voice breaking out into a dramatically touched tone. “Isn’t that sweet. Is that me and my bike? You guys did such a good job, that’s like the perfect red you used!”

“Yeah, and- and- an, um…” one of the girls trailed, struggling to get her words out with excitement.

“It’s ok, take a breath darlin’. Take a second and figure out what you wanna say,” he instructed gently, stroking her back in encouragement.

“Um, uncle terry I was just saying that um, we put a doggy in the picture cause uh, we know you like dogs,” she said proudly, pointing to a big grey blob that stood off in the corner of the colourful scribbles.

“Ah, yeah you did! That’s so sweet, it’s just like Frankie’s dog, huh? You guys did great. I’m gonna hang this one up on the fridge right next to your other one,” he declared, putting the drawing down and giving them a big bear hug.

You clutched your coffee cup tightly in your hand and let the warm ceramic distract you from the display in front of you. It’s not like you were racing to have kids, or even sure if you wanted them, but seeing him so sweet with his little nieces was certainly painting him in a different light. It knocked a chip out of the fuck boy caricature you’d constructed in your mind, because clearly he wasn’t all lewd comments and grossness.

Terrance Swaino was actually a multifaceted human man, not just a big talking dildo. Who knew?

The girls soon raced off, excitedly talking about the other masterpieces they were going to create together and left you and Terrance alone again. You watched as he examined the drawing further, before sliding it onto the table with a grin.

“Little picassos in the making my sisters say,” he laughed, taking a swig out of his coffee.

You took a closer look at the drawing and sniggered, looking at the homunculus in front of you and back at Terrance, comparing the two. They did a good job of thickly drawing his goatee and big hair on, though you couldn’t help but find his large sausage fingers and thumb like head hilarious.

“Yeah, I think they really captured your essence.”

“Oh yeah,” he snorted, “It’s nice to see they noticed my big ears and huge clown feet.”

You giggled and sat back in your chair, taking a sip out of your coffee.

“Figure you’d be happy with big feet. You know what they say about those,” you said, raising your brows.

“Big socks?” he answered, chestnut eyes glinting as he stared back at you.

“Woah, surprised you shot down a chance to talk about your big dick,” you snorted.

“Sounds like you’re doing a good job of hypin’ it up yourself, sweetheart,” he winked.

With that he stood up and dumped his coffee cup in the sink with a clatter. You scrambled, trying to undo what you’d just said but he didn’t give you the opportunity to take anything back. He raced off through the doorway and outside, roaring something to the kids that made them all scream.

You sat there with a deep sigh and rubbed at your aching temples. You did not just tell Terrance Swaino that his dick was big, you thought, surely that didn’t just happen. Jesus help me.

—-

Maggie had eventually awoken that day and man was the aftermath of her hangover a beast. She took two cups of coffee and three donuts until she could stop groaning. Then she piled herself into the shower and declared you both had to go out for brunch.

She packed her book of course, and soon you found yourself on your third cup of coffee continuing to bully your way through wedding planning. She would pull out endless options from leaflets and directories, slamming books onto the metal table and making unimpressed noises at every single option until you would snap and give her the choice between the two options she’d made the least faces at.

It was a tedious system but it was getting you both somewhere.

“You’re such a slave driver, you know that?” she laughed, penning her choice of make up artist into her book in a looping scrawl.

“Well after that night we had, you can’t not expect me to be a little crabby,” you shrugged.

Mags bit her lip and stared off in another direction, knowing that once the drinking started it was her that was buying rounds like they were going out of fashion. Not that you could blame her, you knew how stressed she was about getting the wedding perfect and how hard she’d had it at work. She deserved to unwind a bit. Even if it did leave you both fucked that day.

“Yeah we really overdid it huh?” she muttered, shaking her head. “We cannot let that happen again. You know how annoying Ter’s gonna be cause he had to carry me home again? After I made such a big deal about how I wasn’t that person anymore since I moved!”

“Aw Mags, I’m sure he’ll be very understanding and sympathetic,” you smirked.

You both sat in silence for a second and burst out laughing at the same time. Terrance sympathetic? No he was gonna milk this for all it was worth.

“Fucking hell. I come back here and I’m drinking myself into the toilet in two seconds flat,” she groaned, leaning back in her chair. “This town has an effect on me.”

“To be fair I wasn’t far behind you,” you shrugged, attempting to make her feel better.

“Yeah right, you were on beer all night,” she snorted. “It was a good thing you weren’t that close behind me, if I had to have Ter in the bathroom with me agian, I think that really would have me dying of embarrassment.”

“Again?” you asked incredulously. “He doesn’t strike me as the type to be caught dead in a woman’s bathroom, isn’t he like…too ‘alpha’ for that or whatever?”

“Jesus no. If he ever caught me out drinking he’d always be floating around making sure I had zero chance with any guys and holding my hair back for me when I hit my limit,” she grimaced. “He’s a pain in the ass, but he’s always been a good big brother. You know he bought me my first tampons?”

“Holy shit, what?” you laughed.

“Yeah, dude! He’s great, he grew up with all us women around him, so he’s actually really sweet about all the girly shit. He puts on this whole big asshole front to other people, but he’s actually a real marshmallow on the inside,” she insisted.

You wanted to open your mouth and immediately disprove her, but you took a second and realised you probably shouldn't trash her brother for one, and also he wasn’t all bad really. He had made sure you and Mags got home safe, and he did get breakfast for you and was really sweet on the kids. Maybe you’d been a touch too harsh with him. Just a touch though.

“Anyway, enough about my idiot brother,” Mags said, fixing her gaze back onto her book. “Back to the Wedding!”

—

A few hours later you’d departed from the diner and left for Mags’ house once more. She’d done her best to prop her eyes open and continue to pour over wedding stuff for a while longer, but as the night drew in and shadows crept into the house she’d called time out. Mags went to bed early and sluggishly mounted the stairs while you crept out onto the porch and drank in the warm summer air. You’d been dying for some peace to yourself.

The street outside was still and a gentle breeze rolled through, scattering a couple stray leaves here and there. It was peaceful. Perfect. You closed your eyes and bathed in the silence for a minute, enjoying a reprieve from traffic and screaming kids until the sound of a loud engine startled you from your dozing state.

“What the fuck?” you whispered to yourself.

A cherry red bike sliced through the darkness with its bright headlights and barreled toward you, slowing as it approached the house. You squinted when it came to a halt and rubbed at your tired eyes, looking to see who was climbing off of it only to be greeted with the sight of Terrance clambering toward you.

“You’re up late sweetheart,” he called out.

“Hard not to be with that racket,” you grimaced, staring off toward his bike.

“Would you have rather I let you fall asleep out here?” he challenged, coming to a stop in front of you.

Your lips formed a thin line and you shook your head, not able to dispute him. Maybe it was better he’d ridden by, you thought.

“What’re you doing riding around so late?” you asked, changing the subject.

He shrugged, walking toward the front door and edging off to the right of it. You watched him, wondering what on earth he was doing. Though, Terrance was unaffected by your staring and muttered something to himself, sounding as if he was counting as he traced his hands along the worn white bricks of the house. He came to a stop suddenly and pulled a loose brick out, fetching a small silver tin out of the hidden crevice.

He walked back toward you and settled down next to you with a thump, setting the tin by his side as he slid his jacket off and revealed the T-shirt and chain combo he’d had on that morning. Your throat went dry as you found yourself staring at his arms again, but he didn’t notice your gaze. He was too busy messing with whatever was in the tin now.

“You partake?” he asked, breaking the silence.

You tilted your head and wondered what the hell that meant until you looked at the tin properly and realised he was in the beginning stages of rolling a joint. You quirked an eyebrow and watched as he began to roll the paper between his fingers, poking his big tongue out from between his lips and licking the paper.

“I uh- I used to,” you said finally. “Is that what you came by for?”

He shook his head and pulled a lighter out of his discarded jacket pocket. The lighter sparked up a warm yellow flame and licked through the brown paper, turning it to ash and sparking the joint. You watched the glow as it brightly shone off of his chain and admired the smoke as it crept toward the sky in a thick strand.

“I got stuff at home,” Terrance finally clarified, taking a draw. “I just noticed you sitting out and figured I’d see if you wanted company. I always keep a stash here so when it comes to getting through parties, I got a little somethin’ to help. When you say you used to smoke, does that mean you won’t now?”

You considered him for a second, watching as he took another draw and relaxed back against the porch post. The skunky smell was filling your senses and suddenly flashbacks of lazy high school days were filling your mind. You found yourself shaking your head back at him and smiling.

“If you’re offering I’ll smoke a little,” you shrugged.

He took one last draw, tapping the end against the bannister and shaking the ash from it before handing it over to you. You accepted it, bringing it to your lips and taking a puff, drawing the smoke into you and inhaling slowly. You giggled as you huffed the smoke from your lungs and simpered off into the distance.

“Hitting you already, lightweight?” Terrance teased.

“Nah…I just haven't smoked weed since I finished my degree,” you smirked. “I feel like a school kid again. Sittin’ outside my friends parents house and talking quiet so we don’t get caught.”

He laughed at that and let you have another few draws before taking it back from you, closing his eyes sleepily as he took another. You settled your hands behind you and smiled sleepily to yourself as you felt your mind begin to buzz and your body relax into the porch. This was actually nice. His company wasn’t too shabby after all.

You swivelled a little and faced him, admiring the way he smoked through your hazy eyes. He looked effortless, like he was in a photoshoot or something. It turned out when he was quiet he was genuinely quite attractive. His jawline caught the glint of the streetlights and his nose was silhouetted sharply in the night shadows. It made you wonder how many fights he’d been in, made you gaze across down at his hands and observe the hardened calluses.

“Your eyes are big as shit right now,” he smirked, watching you right back.

You poked your tongue out at him and he snorted before reaching out to ruffle your hair. You were about to squeal until you remembered the sleeping people in the house and settled for a fake glare instead.

“I thought there was a ‘no messing up the hair’ rule?” you groused.

“For me,” he clarified. “Besides, you were being cute. Couldn’t help it.”

Heat crept up onto your cheeks and you looked away from him for a second. This couldn’t be happening. You were not crushing on him, you absolutely were not. You tried to remind yourself of all the gross things he’d said, but all that was ringing in your head was your conversation that morning. He actually was kinda endearing?

How baffling.

“You know, I’m not a woman expert. I’m a big enough man to admit that,” he said, speaking slowly as the high settled in, “but I do feel like I’m growin’ on ya.”

You stiffened and swivelled your head, narrowing your eyes.

“Just because I’m not cursing you out doesn’t mean I fancy you,” you growled.

“I didn’t say ‘fancy’, mostly because I’m not a little school kid, but no one brought up anything like that. I just said I was growin’ on ya. And it looks like I’m absolutely right if that’s your take.”

You gritted your teeth and stared him down, willing yourself to see him as the asshole you’d always thought he was before. Though now, maybe with a little help from the weed and maybe with looking at him a little harder, you couldn’t quite see him the same. Sure he was a childish dick, but there was no denying that he was hot as shit and he had his nice moments.

“No idea what you’re talking about,” you finally said, trying to dismiss him.

He smirked at that and put out the last of the joint, making sure to stow the stub away into the bush. Once he was sure it was hidden, he faced you again and shuffled closer to you, his big body filling your personal space. You gulped.

“You telling me if I kissed you right now, you’d hate it?” he murmured, breath tickling your ear as he brought his face close to yours.

You shivered and breathed him in without meaning to. You caught the fresh smell of the weed mixing with his spicy cologne and you breathed out, trying to collect your thoughts. Oh god, you really wanted it. Though, surely he wasn’t gonna-

Without any more warning he brought his lips to yours and grabbed your chin in his hands, capturing you in a kiss. At first you were too surprised to do anything, but soon you found yourself kissing him back, even lashing your tongue out and trading smoky breaths between each other. You moaned as his tongue tangled with yours and all too soon he pulled away and presented you with his pearly white grin.

“Fuckin’ knew you were changing your mind on me,” he laughed.

“Shut up,” you groaned.

“I don’t think anyone would blame you for failin’ to resist the Swaino charm, sweetheart. I’m pretty irresistible.”

You shook your head and rubbed at your temples, trying to process the disbelief of what you’d just done. You’d kissed Mags’ brother. Her gross brother that you maintained you’d rather die than touch with a barge poll for so long. You’d just kissed him and worse, you wanted more.

This had to be the weed. This had to be weapons grade quality weed you thought. No way you were doing this all of your own accord. You breathed out again and looked up at him again, but sure enough it wasn’t the weed. You knew your own mind too well to know that you wanted his chain to dangle in your face while he gave it to you hard, and no amount of sobriety would clear the thought.

Fuck it.

“Ugh, come here jackass.”

You got to your feet and yanked him and his jacket up, pulling him into the porch and through the front door. He raised his eyebrows at you, but stayed quiet, allowing you to tug him up the stairs and through the hall, bringing him into the spare room. Luckily you guys were on the end, away from everyone else who you hoped would be deep deep asleep.

You let go of Swaino, sitting down on the bed and patting the spot next to you, leaning back into the covers. He sucked in a breath and you watched as he scratched a hand through his beard and stared back at you. His eyes were filled with lust. Though there was a shimmer of amusement ringing through them.

“You asking me to sit there for a reason, sweetheart?” he asked, playing dumb.

“Obviously,” you groaned, already growing impatient.

“Huh, and I thought you hated me,” he grinned, settling down beside you.

You rolled your eyes and moved to kiss him, but he leaned back and shifted where he sat. God, why was he being difficult now? You groaned as he drank in your frustration.

“If you want me to do anything to you…I want you to ask for it,” he smiled.

You huffed out a frustrated breath. Part of you wanted to call the whole thing off, but a larger part of you acknowledged it had been a few months since you’d gotten laid. If you let that chance go then, you would’ve probably gone a few months more as well.

“Fuck me,” you moaned, trying to be sexy but coming across more demanding.

Terrance tisked and smiled wider, shaking his head. That definitely wasn’t going to be enough. He was going to be a dick about it.

“Ask me nicely, sweetheart.”

You sighed and closed your eyes for a second, gathering your courage before you slid down off the bed. You crawled the short space between you both and shuffled in between Swaino’s legs, placing your hands on the expanse of his thighs. He took a sharp breath and looked down at you, pupils somehow dilating more.

“Pretty please, Ter,” you purred, rubbing his steadily growing bulge. “Please fuck me.”

“Fuckin’ hell,” he breathed, pulling you up smothering you in another kiss.

You moaned out lowly into his mouth and fumbled around with your hands, shucking off your clothes haphazardly. All too soon you were stripped down to your underwear and Swaino was in his boxers after wrestling his shirt off. Goddam, what a sight he was. You raked your eyes over his pecs and down to his abs, glancing back up to his molten eyes.

Swaino was staring at you like he was going to eat you. And man, you wanted that bad. You crept up onto the bed with him and bit your lip, ready to go further. Ready for him to take you.

“Fuck me, you’re gorgeous,” he groaned, raking his eyes over your body and grabbing your hips. “Such a pretty fuckin’ girl.”

He groped at your body, his hard hands palming at your flesh and caressing your ass, leaving behind hot tingling sensations wherever he touched. Your chest was rising high with your short breaths and you groaned out. You were on fire.

“Swaino please,” you sighed. “Need you.”

His hooded eyes were gazing at you intently, burning as you talked dirty to him. He liked that, you noted. He liked that a lot.

“You gonna get me warmed up for you?” you asked breathily.

“Oh, I’m gonna get you so wet, sweetheart. Gonna get you soaked,” he growled. “Just gotta do one thing for me, baby. Just gotta stay quiet for me, no matter how much you wanna scream my name.”

A part of you wanted to roll your eyes, but you were too deep in it now. You bit your lip and nodded instead, gasping as he expertly unclipped your bra and slid your panties down your legs. You were completely bare to him.

The man was a smooth operator, you had to give him that. He got to work immediately, kissing and sucking on your neck, trailing wet kisses down your body. Moans escaped from you like a symphony, you found yourself jamming your hand up to your mouth biting at your knuckle. Fuck.

He licked and sucked at your nipples, biting a little and taking every little sound you made into consideration as he went on. He was clearly paying attention to what you liked because the more you breathed out, the more he continued to do those things that had your legs shaking.

“So pretty…look at these tits. You’re fuckin’ hot,” he growled, grabbing at your boobs and continuing on his way down.

His tongue trailed across your stomach, tickling your flesh. You could feel your pussy clench as he grew closer, could feel yourself getting wetter with every passing second. This was almost too much. This was the most attention you’d ever received from a man. And it was Terrance!

The thought quickly left you as he finally worked his way down. Finally! You couldn't silence the small cry that rang out into the room. Swaino paused just as his fingers began swirling on your clit and raised his head, drawing himself up above you with his free arm.

“You moan so pretty for me, baby,” he sighed. “But I already told you. You gotta stay quiet.”

His look hardened as he stared down at you and you looked up with glazed eyes, nodding enthusiastically. Anything. Anything, as long as he’d just keep going.

He soon resumed his motions, gathering up your wetness and drawing circles across your clit. You silenced yourself with your knuckles and tried as hard as you could so that you wouldn't make a noise. Your skin burned and your thighs shook with every motion, your body was on fire.

The coil in your body was tightening fast now, your stomach was taut and the hand that wasn’t currently silencing your cries found its way into Swaino’s hair. His hair was soft underneath your fingers, you scratched your nails through it and gently applied pressure, forcing him toward your pussy and moaning as he licked a stripe through your folds.

“Taste so fuckin’ sweet,” he muttered.

His expert tongue worked at you and focused on your bud, his fingers drawing away before sinking into you. Mother of god. The man knew exactly what he was doing. He curled his fingers expertly and you groaned quietly, taking in all of the pleasure. Your heart was racing. Your legs were shaking and you were writhing, you could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

And then it came. Your orgasm tore through your body. You gave up on your knuckle and pulled your wrist to your mouth, keeping yourself as quiet as you could. Your whole body ran wild with tingles and white noise rang through your ears.

You sighed out finally and brought yourself back into the room. Swaino was fumbling for something in his jeans. After a second of searching, he pulled out a condom and grinned falling back onto the bed next to you.

“You carry that with you everywhere?” you giggled.

“I always keep one on me, never hurts to be ready” he shrugged. “You still want me to fuck you?”

Who said romance was dead?

“Duh,” you snarked.

“You gonna be mean to me after I just rocked your shit like that?” he laughed dryly.

You gulped and realised you still could still hardly feel your legs.

“Ok,I’ll be nice,” you smiled sweetly. “I want you to please fuck me with that big cock of yours.”

That was encouraging enough. He slid his boxers down his thighs and revealed a massive dick. Normally your eyes wouldn’t bulge when a prospective partner’s cock was revealed but damn. Damn, that was a nice cock.

“It’s so big,” you murmured, losing yourself for a second.

“Ain’t it just?” he smirked. “Clearly I got that big dick energy people talk about.”

Oh yeah. His was an ego that didn’t need stoked.

He didn’t waste anymore time teasing you though. He tore the condom wrapper roughly and slipped the rubber over his dick, groaning deep in his throat at the contact. A breath caught in your throat as you watched him and you only released it as he rutted into you. Even having been warmed up, he stretched you and had you cursing out in low whispers.

He wrapped his thick arm around your head and swallowed you with the pressure. You were coming down from one high and crashing into another. His eyes were boring into you, his impassioned gaze lighting a new fire inside you.

“So tight,” he said through gritted teeth, “You feel so fuckin good.”

“Mmm, your dick feels so big, fuck!”

“Yeah, tell me.Tell me what you want, pretty. You want me to go harder?” he asked, thrusting deep into you.

Fuck! You couldn’t help your moan, though you realised, was there any point? The mattress was jumping and Swaino’s groans were tearing through the quiet. If the house wasn’t woken already, you guys were going to be fine.

You stretched out your body, and writhed underneath him as he continued to pound into you, making slow deep thrusts. It felt so good, but it wasn’t enough. Your second orgasm was creeping up, but you wouldn’t be pushed over the edge like this.

“Faster,” you moaned. “Please Swaino, faster.”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” he grinned.

His pace ramped up and soon he was thrusting into you with reckless abandon. The room filled with the noise of flesh and moans, both working in tandem. Your breath was taken from you once more as you came again, clenching hard down on his cock and drawing out a groan.

He came a little after you did, burying his face into the pillow and collapsing on top of you. His full weight crushed you into the mattress. Luckily, he rolled himself over after a few seconds, and you were both lying there staring up at the flaky ceiling. Soon your pants were the only sound that broke through the room.

“Fuck,” Swaino sighed out.

“Right?” you grinned, still feeling your head race with static.

Your heart was thudding and you were flush with warmth. The room smelt like sex and weed and Swaino’s cologne, maybe it was cheap but it was a little sexy too. You sighed and lay back against his chest after a few moments, grinning as you listened to his heartbeat, listened to the loud uncontrolled thump that mirrored yours.

“Fuck,” he repeated, gritting his teeth. “Can’t believe you got me to fuck in my famiy’s house. Haven’t sneaked around like this in fuckin’ years.”

You smiled smugly to yourself and drew the covers over you, twisting to meet his eyes and cover him as well. He looked over at you incredulous and moon eyed, looking thoroughly tired and fucked out.

“Worth it though, right?” you murmured, bringing your hand up to stroke his jaw.

Swaino grinned and grabbed your hand, kissing it and lacing his fingers through yours.

“So fuckin’ worth it,” he confirmed. “You’re way hotter than those girls I used to bring back when I was in school.”

You wrinkled your nose and hit his chest lightly. You’d forgotten who you’d invited to bed and now you were getting a stark reminder as to what you’d actually done.

“What? It’s a complement!” he said, biting back a laugh.

“Jesus christ,” you groaned. “Shut up before I kick you out, Swaino.”

He smirked at that and nodded, drawing you back against his chest and back into the warmth. You could only lie there and pray you wouldn’t regret what you’d done in the morning.

“Just let me know if you wanna go again by the way, I think this condom’ll last another time,” he whispered.

Fucking hell. You were regretting it already.

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