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[justwatchmyeyes]

If you live long enough, you'll make mistakes. But if you learn from them, you'll be a better person.

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[lovejosephquinn]

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Plot: You become a little irritated arriving to your appointment to find out that your long term therapist has had to go on emergency maternity leave and somebody else has had to step in. When that certain somebody calls your name from the waiting room, your whole demeanour and mood changes drastically. It certainly was the pleasant surprise you were not expecting. Will professionalism hinder the inevitable, or will your feelings get the better of you?

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Part One ✨ Part Two ✨ Part Three ✨ Part Four

Is there such a thing as fear of rejection? Absolutely. From your therapist? A little strange for a topic of fear to be escalating madly in your head but you couldn't shake the feeling of the eyes that burnt through your skull and into the contents of your soul each time he looked at you. It wasn't normal to be feeling this way, you were entitled to be attracted to any normal human being as the next person, however the circumstances were forbidden if you were reading it correctly, reading his body language right.

Joe paid you compliments on the few visits you had been to, not just the 'oh you're looking well today.' He had started to call you pet names, called you pretty, started to physically place his hand on your shoulder if he aimed to walk in close proximity beside you, even stopped the session so that you could get lost in the flirty banter that you had shared the night before. The texting was getting worse, the contact outside of his job was indeed not supposed to be as tragically flirtatious. It was clear you liked him, fancied everything from his looks to his ability to make you laugh so damn easy. Whenever you laughed, it would make him smile, he was impressed how easy it was to get you there.

Reading back through your messages, the key signs were impossible to miss. There were a few choice ones that you liked to blankly alert yourself to.

'Missed seeing you next to me today.'

'Hope you're having a great day and staying out of those negative thoughts pretty girl.'

'Maybe one day I'll be coming to you for therapy because you'll of drove me insane with that cute little skirt you showed up in.'

'You're safe with me darling.'

You often imagined through the passing weeks his big brown bush baby eyes sparkling back at you after you had finished your session, no means to an end in his gentlemanly stature, as he would open the door for you on your way out, his hand leaning against the small of your back and soon after you arrived home, a notification of a text message would be safely waiting on your phone. Recently, it wasn't the only thing you had began to day dream, you had taken note more on his lips, the way they plumped together when he was listening to you, the way his tongue would slip to the corner of his top lip, eyes peering like fine slits as he took in your words. The way his nose would crinkle when he laughed. You were down bad.

It had only been a month and you were already fantasising about what it would be like to have those soft looking pink lips pressed up against yours, you betted any more income you ever got in your life that he would be the best kiss you had ever gotten. Sometimes, you would close your eyes and see him there, feeling your heart beating rapidly out of your chest, alerting yourself back to reality quickly when you felt your lips begin to pucker. A day dream was better than rejection and you were not about to face it head on, you couldn't. Joe is your god damn mental health professional. You wouldn't of gone this way for any other, so why him? You had to shake off the fantasy sooner rather than later or the over stimulation in your brain may lead to dangerous territory.

But here you were, standing in front of a mirror, hands firmly placed against your stomach as you twisted from side to side, eyeing yourself up from head to toe, making sure there wasn't one hair out of place on your head, caring about what you wore for your appointment, freshly showered and eager to get through the entrance. Excited to even see Agnes through the prosthetic glass which separated you, willingly advising you to take a seat, all so that you could spend the couple of hours praying the complete opposite; for it to go slow so that you could make the most of every minute with Joe.

You hadn't received a message from him in the last 24 hours which seemed strange to you, seeing as you had spent every day over the last few weeks texting most evenings at least. It sparked confusion in you but you were still determined to see him regardless, it could easily be just a blip, after all, you hadn't messaged him either so you couldn't fully place the blame onto him for feeling ignored.

Today was a day where you had gawked at him from across the seating area more than ever, even the awkward old receptionist had shone you a rather welcoming smile when you walked into the building. The leather jacket that was slung over his shoulder made him look almost bad ass, the tight fitted checked trousers beautifully caressing his hips whilst the black shirt tucked into it, two buttons opened and the silver chain glistening from the artificial lighting above the little ruffle of chest hair. Black square glasses adorned his head. His hair looked extra curly today, his sights finding you right away seeing as you had planted yourself on the chair right next to the door where you knew he would be coming from.

"Come on in." He smirked at you briefly, obviously just a polite greeting so that nobody knew the ongoings of what happens behind closed doors or in your case forbidden text messages. You couldn't of looked more desperate clambering off your bottom if you had tried, almost slamming the door shut behind you before Joe could even attempt to reach for the door handle himself. You did a mental skip over to your chair whilst he sat down in his once he had witnessed you make yourself comfortable.

"How are you?" He asked. A little subtle for Joe seeing as the text messages had become increasingly more close and personal, flirtatious none the less but you instantly had your anxieties flooding your brain of if he was being off with you.

"I'm okay." You twiddled your thumbs on top of your thighs watching as his glasses came to sit where they were naturally supposed to. "You?" Joe's eyes shot up, keeping his head still at the position of looking through your previous notes.

"Yes thank you." He smiled at you in a quick movement this time, as if he were just using his muscles for the sake of it.

"So what brings you to your eighth appointment in just over a month?" Joe picked up the black biro pen and placed it to his mouth, rolling the edge of the clicker over his lips.

You. You are what brought me here.

"I-I- I just had some stuff to talk about I guess." You knew exactly what you meant but you didn't know how to explain it to him personally seeing as he was part of the reason. Silence fell over you both for a few more minutes, making the tension grow evermore. Your leg began to nervously shudder, his eyes shooting back to watch your body part move vigorously before continuing his reading.

Moving his glasses back up to the bouncy, untamed curls, he took a deep breath in and made the exhale apparent through his nostrils. "Yeah? Go on."

"It's nothing actually. Maybe I should go." You were quick to cut the conversation off. The mixed signals you had never actually received before were like a knife to your heart. Maybe he was just having a bad day and wanted to get home like the definite majority of people wished for to happen as quickly as possible.

His eyebrows knitted together. "Well now I know there's something. Besides therapy, if I know anything about the female species it's that if they tell you nothing when they've just told you they want to talk about something - there's something. So spit it out Y/N." It was like a darkened growl to his throat when the last part hissed toward you. You were taken back, stood up and made a repetitive mirror image of the way Joe had just took his own deep breath.

"Where do you think you're going?" He stood up beside you, his frame standing over you as intimidating as you felt the first time you had met him.

"We'll reschedule. Talk about it another day." You couldn't help but feel the rush of tears aiming for the corners of your eyelids. "Maybe."

"If that's how you feel..." Joe left it there, as a professional he couldn't force it out of you, as himself he could of but he had to remember where he was at this moment in time. You walked out without a second glance back, livid at yourself that you had let yourself fall for such a false sense of reality. Agnes and you're sure several others watched as you stormed out of the building, focussing her eyes onto Joe's door which was closed shut.

Slamming your car door, throwing your bag onto the passenger seat and putting onto your seatbelt in an almighty huff, you turned on the ignition, fists turning white from how hard you were gripping onto the steering wheel. You were almost ready to put your foot on the pedal when your lips become trembly and your vision clouded over from the waterfall of tears about to erupt. You moved your hands to your face wiping away the flood of stingy, salty tear drops which made their way out in full force. Looking into your mirror, you tried to regain your composure so then at least you could go home and cry in a more private environment, at least you would be lonely in peace.

Just when you had stopped, your phone began vibrating, a displeasing sound to hear when you were in the middle of what you could only describe yourself as a mild mental breakdown. You stifled through your bag to find your phone, pulling it out only to see Joe's name appear on your screen. Of course you answered, just like a puppy rolling onto it's back, you wanted to hear exactly what he felt that he needed to say to you. You apprehensively tapped at the green phone icon, answering the call and placed him on loud speaker, setting the phone in your lap.

"Y/N." He sighed sweetly enough for you to hear it loud and clear, causing your heart strings to be tugged. "Please come back in." You remained quiet, he would have to try harder than that.

"Please." A little breathless whisper escaped out of your phone, making a little squeak of noise leak out from you lips.

"You can hear me right?" You nodded, as if he could see you. Moron.

"Yes." You replied blunt and to the point.

"Then come back, I've blocked myself out of my own diary for another hour just to speak to you for at least five minutes, I don't like how you left just then." As if your therapist is the one to tell you that they don't like how you left your appointment. It wasn't the point that you were only there today just to be next to him. "You need to come and talk to me." That is the whole point of his job after all, you hung up, throwing your phone back into your bag, undoing your seatbelt and stepping out the car, marching back through the car park and into the building you'd obviously caused an overly dramatic scene in. Agnes called out your name but you kept your eyes firmly locked on Joe's door and pretended as if you had not heard her. Opening the door, you stepped in, impolite for not knocking but Joe had invited you back himself so there was no need for it. His face stared at you with intended purpose, like there was something he himself wanted to say to you but couldn't spit it out.

You moved back to your seat, brown, sorrowful eyes trained on you the whole way there, the creak of his movement turning to face you in the worn leather armchair.

"Hi." He called out apologetically.

"Hi." Your voice was pretty much at the same pitch as his, solemn and dull.

"No judgment. Tell me what you need to talk about. Therapist to patient. That's all." That's all? What more are you both?

"Okay fine." If that's what he wants, let's see him answer this. "What happens when you really feel like you're getting into a deep form of ridiculously forbidden situation-ship with someone which is clearly wrong and there's nothing you can do about it but let it torture you until it finally ends?" Joe's lips pressed into a thin line, his front teeth revealing themselves to chew on his lower lip whilst drinking in the most obviously personal yet unsettling question he had heard in a long time, quite partially because he was never involved in being the reason for that particular kind of ask.

All that was heard between you was the sound of the clock on the wall ticking the seconds by, each one counted by you for the time he didn't choose to answer you straight away. "Come on therapist, your patient's waiting for their advice." He seemed taken back himself by your angsty and sarcastic remark, a lot for him to let sink in which you should appreciate, especially when you had a lot of doubt that he wasn't in the same frame of mind himself.

"Is that a rhetorical question?" You couldn't help the scornful snort of laughter straight from the pit of your throat, moving your tongue from side to side along your teeth to stop you from gritting them.

"No Joseph, it's not." You gulped, you had to say it now or things would just inevitably become worse. "Let me rephrase it." Joe sat forward, shoving his elbows to his knees and resting his head upon his closed fists.

"What happens when my therapist is giving me signals that I'm not entirely sure are real but they seem real because he texts me constantly, inappropriate to anyone who would be a fly on the wall for starters. I feel like I'm digging a hole for myself that I kind of want to get out of but don't want to just in case the tiny glimpse of hope that I hold onto if my assumptions were to be right may not come to bite me on the ass if I was wrong?"

Joe looked down to the carpet, looking slightly perplexed. "I- I- didn't expect that." He stuttered out.

You stood back up, ready to leave on your high horse, probably to never see this man again due to the fact it seemed like he was not on the same path as you. Walking forward, you felt Joe wrap his hand around your wrist, holding you into a halted position and stood to attention; your heart beating out of your chest from the physical contact.

"Stop walking out. You're good at that." Joe's eyes had formed into that of a puppies, you looked out of the corner of your vision to take a look at the defeated frame of your therapist.

"There's no wonder I need therapy, huh." You laughed at your own pathetic attempt at a joke to lighten the mood. He pulled your wrist back, making you take a couple of steps back in fear of tumbling over.

"Please. Sit back down." He let go of your wrist hoping that you would make the right decision. You did. Joe got out of his chair and moved to sit next to you, to close for comfort but enough so that your nostrils could smell the beautiful scent of him, so that you could see his features up close and personal. You decided to be a grown up for once in your life, get through your fears and turned to face him. Joe's sigh became pitiful.

"What happens when the therapist wants nothing more than to make a move on his patient but can't as he has to be competent and professional in his line of work and is scared of not seeing her ever again if he attempted it in fear of her thinking he was a creep?"

Your mouth couldn't of fell on the floor quick enough if it tried, you had to mentally pick back up your jaw, you could feel your chest rising and falling at an impeccable speed. Joe gave you an impossibly beautiful and conquered smile, his eyes burning through into yours; you could almost see the flames alight in his pupils.

"You should of read the signs better." Your face moved closer to his.

"I could say the same for you darling."

Joe closed the gap, his lips pressing into yours, sealing the fate between you of not just therapist and patient now, but as two involved individuals. The kiss was slow at first, Joe moved his hand up and placed it around the back of your head, tilting his head slight to open it up more, you gladly obliged and turned the opposite way, your tongues moving along forward to dance with each other as it progressed further. You wrapped your hands similarly around the back of his neck as you closed the space between your bodies further, the sound of lips smacking loudly over the clock that now became a mere background sound. His other hand caressed at your back, massaging deeply down your spine in his own wanted attempt to feel you as much as he could for now.

The world had stopped for you both, but time moved faster and faster, the pants of your breaths flung together and the little increase of whimpers of sheer want and need directly hummed from each of you, becoming more and more volumized as the minutes passed. Your bodies were clung together needily, your core was screaming for more and Joe's trousers had become seemingly tight across his crotch. He was the kisser you thought he would be, passionate but not to forced. Sweet but not to fast. His lips glued to yours perfectly, fitting like a jigsaw puzzle from the way your tongues danced around each other.

You were interrupted by a tap at the door, Joe ripped himself away from you immediately, shooting up from his now frustrated feeling of whoever felt the need to intervene on your unknown private time; a time that should not be happening.

Joe sat back into his chair, grabbing the notes and placing them to his lap. Another knock at the door.

"Yes?" Joe answered, the door handle slowly opening and another therapist leaning their unwanted head around the door.

"Do you have that leaflet I asked you for earlier?" The woman asked with a swift smile plastered to her face, glancing toward you but then eyes firmly planted straight back onto Joe.

"I'll bring it in once I've finished my session." Joe gave an awkward smile back to her, the woman's eyes furrowing at your notes as she nodded, leaving and closing the door behind her. The notes were upside down. Joe's timer on his phone went off in the same second to announce that the blocked out hour that he had put into place just for you had unfortunately come to an end.

"Maybe we can continue this tomorrow." Joe stated, licking his lips tasting the remainder of where you just were.

"What do I tell Agnes?" You giggled. "It's a little strange me coming two days in a row."

"Just tell her it's unfinished business, she can't argue with that." Joe moved his head back a little as a sign for you to come over to him. You moved faster than your feet could carry you, standing at his knees, and bending over slight to meet his face in a more close and personal manner.

"Until tomorrow then Mr?"

"Quinn." Joe stifled a small huff of chuckle from his nostrils.

"Until tomorrow Mr Quinn."

"I look forward to it pretty girl." He leaned up to win one last kiss from you, groaning at the way you just let him do it again.

Rebooking the appointment with Agnes was easy, she just stated you as full of issues, trying to make an awful joke with you to which you played along with it. As you left, you were in a better state of mind than when you had made your first swift exit out of the building. Getting into your car, you had to sit there for a moment to take in what had just happened, you could of screamed to the heavens for letting this become reality, having proved to yourself that your inhibitions were completely correct. Your thoughts were momentarily interrupted by a buzz from your phone. Joe.

Joe: 'I can't believe how much I want you. You're going to get me fired if anybody finds out.'

You: 'Nobody will find out Joe. It can be our little secret.'

Joe: 'Such a bad influence, I'm not complaining though. Please wear something accessible tomorrow, we might go a little further than first base.'

You: 'Watch your thoughts Joseph, they might get a little tighter.'

Joe: 'Too late.'

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Who’s that??? 🤵✨💛 #빅스 #VIXX #켄 #KEN #이재환 #HAPPYKENDAY #749번째고백 #MyLove #MyDestiny

[lavulabi]

Ewwo beyonceee🥺 how are uu doing?? I hope you are doing greatt n awesome!!

I wonder whether you have any Nokto’s bday story?🥹 I am currently feeling down in life and I would like to read it... Or is there any way for me to pay you perhaps as a thank in case I request the name for the MC (if you accept one, but if its only Emma then I very much understand) ?? 🥺🫶

Thank you so much xoxo

HELLOOOO IM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY MY NOTIFS ARE OFF FOR TUMBLR OMG😭😭

i dooo mylove i have from year 1 to 4 and ofc 5 in a few months

ill upload them all if u want its no biggie,, and no need to pay me anything im here to serve not get served xx

since its a personal req ive no issue inserting a name to ur liking, just dm me anytime or just hit my ask box and alls well ✨

[mylov888]

Cree y ten fe”. “Fluye”. Qué así sea. !!! Gracias Universo. Que sea lo que debe ser! Que Suceda!!! Que sea tu voluntad y no la de mi ego! YO SOY! Qué suceda la magia.! ☯️🤹🌹✨❤️ ……MyLov 🌹……. 03/2024

[hardthinker]

Hmmm…How do I even start?

Should I start writing this with pain? Nah! Should I Start with gratefulness? or maybe with happiness! 😍

Alright! So, the year 2023 is about to end in a week. I hope everyone is well and doing great 😌

These are all the learnings that I have learned and will be a guiding light for me for the coming year! ✨❣️

✍🏻 • Healing is not a linear process. It’s a continuous journey, cycle and a repetition of unexpected and unparalleled emotions.

✍🏻 • Healing is an excruciating process but it’s worth it.

✍🏻 • Happiness comes from knowing that whatever happens, you have YOU! 🥰💕

✍🏻 • Peace is to be whole again. 🫶🏻

✍🏻 • The emptiness, and the pain we all have inside, we all need to learn how to go flow with it and move forward.

✍🏻 • PARTY! ✨

✍🏻 • Letting go of a person that puts you through a whirlwind of emotions is so liberating. I’ll be okay. You’ll be, too! ❣️

✍🏻 • Please, heal, mylove. So we could be free to receive the love we think we deserve. 💕

✍🏻 • Family is so important. And family comes in so many different forms. It’s built on relationships that we have on people we most spend our time with.

Those on the list are just the things that I remember as I now write. There are more that I may have shrugged under, I’m sure. 😊 This year has done its job on teaching me so many things in life, mostly about understanding emotions that I have not gone through in the past. Learnings are guiding light. ✨ It will serve as a star in the sky for whenever we need it. 🌟

I hope everyone will celebrate this new year safe and soundly. 🥰

Vale! 💕

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Plot: You become a little irritated arriving to your appointment to find out that your long term therapist has had to go on emergency maternity leave and somebody else has had to step in. When that certain somebody calls your name from the waiting room, your whole demeanour and mood changes drastically. It certainly was the pleasant surprise you were not expecting. Will professionalism hinder the inevitable, or will your feelings get the better of you?

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Part One ✨ Part Two ✨ Part Three ✨ Part Four

He was all you could think about, it stressed you out how much you wanted him, needed him all for yourself. At least you could admit to yourself that everything was out in the open, you had both shown the curiosity that was unspoken in confession to each other. You couldn't deter the feel of Joe's lips away from your brain, every time you tried to stop your mind would do it's own little flashback of hours before in the room, you both sat almost on each other's laps with your mouths locked together, shortly before you were interrupted by the woman at the door.

It was 2am. You hadn't yet got a wink of sleep, last hearing from Joe around midnight when you finally decided that it was time to settle down into bed. You tossed and turned imagining the meeting you would both be entering into tomorrow, would it be awkward? Would he have changed his mind on the situation completely, attempting to convince you that what you were both doing and getting up to mentally and physically was wrong. You could argue from different perspectives that it wasn't entirely inappropriate, you were both fully grown consenting adults after all; though his job would suggest otherwise.

You saw every hour, spending each minute contemplating whether you should turn up, end it or dive straight into his arms, you knew exactly which option you were going to choose and you knew quite rightly which Joe would want you to choose. There was no escaping the fact you both felt something for one another, which in turn made every bone in your body shudder, he really had you under a spell which you couldn't quite understand how to get out of, it was his ability to make you smile, laugh, the way you couldn't take your eyes off him with every move that he made. You were in a dangerous territory wanting nothing more than to at least sleep with your therapist if nothing else.

Lost in your thoughts, you plumped up your pillows and closed your eyes finally, distracted seconds later from your phone vibrating across your bedside table, you slumped upwards to scowl at the brightness that lit up from the device, an incoming call. Joe.

You pressed the green phone button immediately, placing it to your ear. "Hello?" You said in a dazed and confused tone.

"Y/N?" Joe whispered, in a sharp breathless tone.

"Yeah, everything ok?" You asked.

"I can't stop thinking about you." Joe's breathing was almost taking over the tone of his voice, which was deeper and raspier than normal, you could just imagine him laid in bed, eyes closed himself right now with those words escaping his lips.

"Funny, neither can I." You agreed. "What're you calling me for at this hour?"

"I needed to hear your voice and-" a slight whimper erupted through your ear, your eyes shooting wide open as you turned on your back.

"What are you up to Joseph?" You chuckled.

"What would you say if I was gently stroking my cock to the thought of seeing you tomorrow?" That was one way to put it out there. You were completely gobsmacked yet almost instantly turned on by the thought of Joe touching himself over you. You of all people.

"I like the sound of that." You bit down on your lip, a sudden sensitivity building up into your core which made your cunt twitch around nothing.

"Good because I can't wait to get my hands on you. I'm just so- so fucking horny for you right now, I don't think I can get any harder than I am now." Joe was groaning from the pit of his throat, you could hear the faint sound of a squelch coming from a distance, making your breathing unsteady.

"What do you want to do to me?" You knew he liked that question, the roughness of his own breathing intensified as he made a small huff from his nostrils, clearly tensing his muscles.

"What don't I want to do to you? I want to taste you, make you cum endlessly, feel every part of your insides, fuck you so no man will ever want to again, because I'll make you mine- I'll make you all mine. I just know your pussy is so tight, so ready for me. I bet you're all wet right now and I could just lap every part of it up, swallow your juices, not stop until you're screaming."

You couldn't contain the way your thighs pushed together, your entrance tightening to the thought of Joe pleasuring you in several different ways. The movements through the phone got faster and the delicious moans were so prominent and beautiful, your brain was sent into a predominant shockwave of fits and even on your own you didn't know quite where to place yourself. You knew you were saving yourself for tomorrow, but you wanted to at least get Joe to his release before ending this phone call. You could almost envision each time he got to the sensitive part of his cock, you could almost feel the way he squirmed against his mattress when it felt to good.

"Shit, you're so beautiful, I want to fuck you so hard." He was panting, almost crying out your name excessively, quite clearly keeping his eyes screwed shut to imagine you easier, he kept spitting onto his hand. "I wish you were here to do this for me."

"I will be." You said soothingly as you egged him on to finish. "I can't wait for you to be inside of me, giving me everything, pushing us both to our limits. It's all I want Joe."

"Y-you want me- You want this cock d-deep inside of your s-sweet cunt?" Joe moaned in an unsettled way, you could tell his inevitable demise was coming close, he could barely set a sentence together.

"Please." This was the last word to send him hurtling over the edge, the way you had said it altered his brain chemistry, a huge startling groan came out of him, the most manliest of sounds as he blurted out all sorts of profanities, chaining your name after each one left his mouth. You could tell his chest rose and fell delicately once he was coming down from his release, he didn't say anything for at least a minute whilst he gathered himself together.

"Thank you." He chuckled, you could picture the smile on his face right now, sending your heart into a fit of butterflies.

"I didn't do anything but-" You sighed happily. "I will tomorrow."

"You know, tomorrow is technically today." Joe mentioned confidently. "I'll see you today." You both giggled.

"I'll see you today." He let out the most adorable giggle you had ever heard, rather exhaustingly replying "Don't be late." Was that a threat or a promise? You couldn't wait to find out which. Who were you kidding, you would be there before the said scheduled appointment, nervous to go this far but excited for the pure thrill of it all, especially after what had just occurred; it was safe to say it had made your entire night, week, month and year within ten minutes.

You let him get off the phone so at least he could clean up the mess he had most likely made, letting yourself also at least get an hours sleep, but your brain was still fully trained on what he had just implanted into it, you were a desperate cause in need of some attention, it was an easy reach since Joe was happily handing it to you on a silver plate.

Getting up and getting ready even after you had little to no sleep at all thanks to Joe himself was no chore, the excitement and adrenaline filled your body with all the energy you could possibly need. You found the skimpiest most accessible outfit you could have owned, you even dared yourself to enter the thrill of the chase going commando, for an even easier gateway. Tying your hair back so it was out of your face but curling the ends, sporting a natural make up look and spritzing yourself with your favourite perfume, you headed on out, too excited to even think about breakfast, maybe you would build up an appetite for that after.

The drive there was horrendous, you hit every red traffic light, you were even pretty certain that there were more than you had ever gone by before, every pedestrian and their dog wanting to cross each you hit. Running through the car park and into the building, you slammed your bag down onto the countertop of the reception desk to indicate to Agnes that you were in a hurry, needless to say she had the pace of a sloth to look up toward you.

"You like coming here?" She smirked.

"Does anyone like coming to therapy?" You twiddled your thumbs around the handle of your bag, anxiously waiting for her to tell you to go take a seat.

"I would certainly enjoy it if I had that young man as my therapist." She struggled to throw an awkward wink your way, making your whole body cringe inside and out. "You're looking nice today." Was that a compliment from the sour lemon herself or was she just making a slight suggestion that you were doing it for him. Which you absolutely were.

You chose to ignore the backhanded compliment if that's what you could call it, nodding along to her admission. "Yeah he's alright." You smiled.

"These appointments tell me that he's more than-" Just before she could finish her sentence, you felt the familiar touch of a hand creep onto your shoulder, finger tips almost massaging into your skin, the feel of the known person behind you had you instantly blushing a crimson red. "It's alright, she doesn't need to wait, she's here for me." Joe shone his prize grin at her and she did a subtle nod, it quite obviously showed that embarrassment doesn't fizzle out with age, Agnes' cheeks flushed within the blink of an eye too.

You followed Joe through the waiting room and in through the door like a sheep, standing to the side as he closed the door slowly to not make a loud and obvious bang. Sauntering over to his bag on the table, you watched him take out a key which you assumed was for said door, he moved back over and in ninja style, secured you both in the room for extra privacy. Joe turned to look at you, a burning desire in his eyes, one that you have seen a couple of times before but this time, it was a flame nobody could extinguish.

"I hope I didn't over step the mark when I called you." You couldn't help but blurt out a snort of laughter. Joe's face remained strict and in need of purpose, you couldn't exactly tell if he was joking around or not.

"Don't be an idiot." You rolled your eyes and his own became wide, his eyebrows raised in surprise that you had the confidence to bite back in your body language.

"Roll those eyes at me again." He warned, you chose the easy option, rolling them in a slower motion this time.

"Right, that's it." He scowled intensively.

Joe marched over towards you, slamming you against the alcove wall just away from the door, your hands brought up just above your head where he held your wrists so that you couldn't escape. He pressed his body up against you, bending slightly and slamming his already hard bulge toward your crotch. His lips were attacking yours, harder than the last time but still feeling as soft. Lifting your arms higher, one hand took over the hold of your wrists whilst the other clenched around your jawline, opening your mouth wider so that his tongue gained an easier entrance into your mouth, you happily obliged. The taste of him was even better than you remembered, your teeth were clashing, heads tilting to opposite sides so let it deepen, hot and breathless whimpers were squeezing their way out of both of your throats. Joe seized the opportunity to bite down on your bottom lip, pulling away effortlessly as he opened his eyes, darkened, dilated pupils staring back at you.

"You've got two options darling, you can choose the easy way or the hard way." You pondered up to the ceiling as if you even wanted to think about it, looking back to his level to roll your eyes once more, you knew he loved it, you knew it drove him insane. "The hard way it is." Joe lifted up your skirt, instantly seeing the bare sight of your cunt before him, his jaw almost dropping to the floor, you looked down almost able to see the way his cock was throbbing through his tightened trousers. Without any warning, he pushed his arm down to reach up, two fingers inserting themselves inside of you making you gasp out at the thickness of them stretching your hole. "Tight little slut aren't you."

You hummed, his fingers curling toward your sweet spot which had your thighs convulsing, his free arm came around to support your waist, holding you in place so that you didn't fall. His fingers moved relentlessly, giving you no time to adjust, fucking into you right up to his knuckles, you were stifling your moans, attempting to make next to no noise in fear of being heard. You almost lost yourself a couple of times, feeling your core about to snap, all of this build up over the last almost twenty four hours had you so far gone, you could have cummed on the spot. He kissed you again, more passionately instead of fierce this time while his fingers worked your pussy, ripping them out of you to rub against your clit which was swelling up by the second, you squirmed against his touch, against the wall, eventually mustering up the courage to bite down on his bottom lip, you very nearly drew blood which made him pull away. His mouth instead moved over to your ear. "I can treat you well, you just have to be a good girl for me, baby." You were gone, your walls shuddered, your whole body gave way and you cried out, Joe's hand immediately slapping itself over your mouth to quieten you down. "Ssshh, I know, I know." He smirked.

Once you had gotten yourself back to a full steadiness, you pushed Joe full throttle sending him backward. "Let me ride you." Joe could almost hear a hint of begging in your voice, obliging instantly and moving to his chair which was yet to be christened in reality as it already was in your imagination. Joe undid his belt, forcing his trousers and boxers down in one foul swoop, you stood before his lap, eyeing down at the way is cock laid against his stomach. Joe took his hand and wrapped it around the base, stroking slowly up and down as he watched you lift up your skirt.

"You don't know how beautiful you are." The darkened pupils had more brown around them now, the artificial light made them almost glisten and it was all down to you, you loved that you had him right where you wanted him, longed for him and most importantly - needed him.

"Maybe you could show me." You grinned, staring down shyly at the floor. Now was not the time to get shy. Joe let go of himself, gesturing you to climb on top. You sat upon his lap whilst you shared a heartily sweet kiss, your fingertips soothing over the length of his cock, making him whine out himself into your mouth.

"God, yes." He cooed.

You lifted yourself up, Joe placing himself at your entrance as you sank down onto the tip, both of you oppressing your moans which you just wanted to let bounce around the four walls you were situated in. Every inch of his length disappeared beneath until he was fully compact inside of you, his hands came to begin to guide your hips in an up and down motion, eventually letting you get the hang of it as you threw your head back, every fantasy you had about this man coming true in one split second, he was big, he was filthy and he was yours in this moment. Your face fell down into the pit of Joe's neck so you could mask the noise you were dying to make, he gritted his own teeth to stop himself, feeling your lips every now and then press against the vein sticking out of it just for you to run your tongue along, each time you hit a spot, his cock twitched wildly from excitement inside of you. His hips conjoined to meet the motion of your bouncing, hitting up towards your cervix making it hard to stay calm, to keep your wits about you, you were far too taken by way he fucked up into you to care but you had to remember that this could still be his job on the line.

Bringing your hips to a standstill, his finger tips moulding through into your skin he pushed them back and fourth, you sat the seven inches deep, riding your hips slowly, breathless panting escaping the both of you.

"Shit I need to- fuck." You pulled out, falling to your knees onto the wooden floor, looking directly up at him as he lifted himself a little to witness your submissive position. "You're definitely the good girl I imagined you to be." He stood tall before you. "Open that naughty little mouth." You did just as he said, sticking your tongue out a little as he placed the tip of it onto your muscle, jerking viciously until he spewed his hot seed into your mouth, watching you swallow every last drop, the same but more quietened deep groan erupted from his vocal chords, making your cunt twinge around nothing.

"You are-" He couldn't even finish his sentence, his cock still twitched as he removed it from your lips which you had kindly just cleaned by pressing your lips around it. Wiping your mouth, he held out his hand to help you stand to your feet. "I am?" He pressed his lips together, not being able to stop the most adoring smile that took over his features, eyes sparkling, cheeks slightly flushed, elated.

"Amazing."

You placed your hands to his upper arms, feeling the slight flex of muscle underneath the crisp shirt. "I could say the same about you."

You both tidied yourselves up, gathering your thoughts. Joe stealthily unlocked the door and placed the key back into his bag, you sat back onto your own seat, the one which you had plenty of times, watching him move about the room to find your file, scattering it onto the table like that's what you had been doing all this time.

Joe clambered back into his chair, flashbacks were running through your head of what you were doing just a little time before. A little whistle was sent your way, knocking you out of your thoughts.

"What're you doing all the way over there?" Joe patted onto his lap, making your eyes make a bee line straight for where his hand slapped gently against it. "You belong here." You swiftly moved over to sit on his lap, lifting your legs up over the chair. Joe wiped your hair away from one shoulder, running his finger down your cheek and to your chin as he reached forward to give you a quick peck on the lips. "That's better." You talked for the rest of the session, laughing and sharing memories, this was the time to get to know him properly and you found out that you had more in common than you thought.

Leaving was the hardest part, right until the door creaked open you couldn't keep yourselves off of each other, he secretively patted your ass as you left the room, shouting a rather silly goodbye at you as you turned around and stuck your tongue out at him.

You were happy for the rest of the day, fully focussed on the fact that you and Joe had shared something so forbidden yet so wonderful, the butterflies you felt in your stomach were something out of the ordinary, not feeling that so quickly before it sent your mind wandering on what could be. You were just finishing your dinner when your phone vibrated, you skipped straight to the other side of the room, picking it up, mentally doing a little jig when you saw it was Joe. Answering it, you pressed the phone to your ear immediately, unsure what was to be expected on the other end.

"Hello?" You spoke, you didn't hear any answer. "Joe?" You called out to see if it was just a bad connection.

"Y/N." His tone was low which made your brow furrow.

"I've been thinking." He began, not finishing his sentence or his reasoning for calling you, just waiting on a response. "Thinking about?" You asked confused, the tone in his voice was so different, nothing like you had ever heard from him before, not even the time where you left the room the time he had pissed you off.

"Don't hate me." Well that's not a good start. You remained silent, gesturing him quietly to continue as you heard a large sigh take over the receiver. "I'm not sure we can continue doing this. It's my job on the line, I'm a therapist and well, you're my patient. I can't deny my feelings are growing for you and they shouldn't be, what we are becoming isn't right, we won't be able to keep this a secret for long and then what happens? I lose everything."

You felt your heart drop to the pit of your stomach, everything that had been going so well was now so wrong, you could have cried, you could have argued back to his point but instead you stayed silent.

"Y/N?" He sighed again. "Are you still there?"

You reached boiling point. "How dare you." You snarled.

"How dare I? It takes two to-" He tried to calm you down, but you were not having any of it.

"To fuck? We did it Joe. We fucked. But you can't take it back now, especially after admitting you have feelings for me, as I do for you. I appreciate you don't want to lose your job but if you felt like that in the first place maybe you should have never initiated a private relationship with me."

"You don't understand. I don't want to be the person to keep you quiet, I don't want to lose anything including you, I want you to be screaming my name, I want to be able to hear you when I'm making you feel good. I want this to be real rather than just some lousy fantasy." He had a sense of pleading in his voice, making you feel slightly guilty, but you stuck to your guns.

"Some lousy fantasy is all I am? Fuck you."

"No. Please I-" His nose sniffled as if he was about to cry, your tears had done fighting to stay hidden and were now travelling down your face intermittently.

"You want me so bad? Man up and own it. We're fully grown adults, we can do what we want." You hitched your breath hearing his own do the same.

"But my job-"

"Make up your mind, I'm not asking you to choose between me or your job, I'm asking you to make an adult decision in if you really want me you wouldn't give a fuck what happens. In the mean time you won't hear from me. I only want you to contact me when you know your answer."

You hung up the phone, falling to the floor, hugging your knees together as you threw your phone to the ground, hearing it slide against the floor. Your phone vibrated once more and again and then again, you were not caving in. His decision would be final and maybe you had given him food for thought. Afterall, if it was meant to happen, it would.

[veenxys]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LINNIE 😆😆😆😆!!!

HAVE THE LOVELIEST DAY U SWEET LITTLE BEAN 😆❤️🥹🥳

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