#I really wish this was them zipping off to their honeymoon

[doortotomorrow]

clois » bridal carry

[corroded-hellfire]

Okay following Honeymoon, I have some questions...

When do we find out?

How do we find out?

Is Eddie with us when we do? If not, how do we tell him?

How to we tell everyone else?!?

All your questions shall be answered! @munson-blurbs and I had a great time exploring this happy time in this little family’s life 💜

Warnings: pregnancy, mentions of Eddie’s breeding kink, age gap, older!eddie

Words: 4k

[As You Wish masterlist]

The day after you and Eddie returned home from your honeymoon, Ryan and Luke begged to stay home from school. At dinner last night you had told them all about it—well, the appropriate parts anyway. Now, their excuse was that they missed you both and wanted to spend the day with you.

“How about this,” Eddie said as a counteroffer, “you go to school for two days, then you can spend the next two days after that with us.”

“But…today’s Thursday. We only have two more days of school this week anyway,” Luke had said.

“Well, look at that. Sounds like it was meant to be.”

The boys huffed for a bit but then they started to notice the two of you acting a little off. You’re making sure their lunches are packed before they’ve even finished breakfast. Eddie practically has their outfits picked out for them and tells them to get changed before they’ve even swallowed the last of their oatmeal. He also shoves a glass of water into your hand and gives you a look that neither kid understands. 

“Is this what they’re gonna be like now that they’re married?” Luke mumbles to Ryan as they’re zipping their coats up. Ryan just shrugs and rolls his eyes before grabbing his backpack.

“Have a good day at school!” you call from the front door as the boys walk towards their bus stop on the street corner.

“We love you!” Eddie adds. Ryan gives a half-hearted wave in return. 

As soon as the boys are set at the bus stop, talking with their friends from the neighborhood, you close the front door and you and Eddie practically race each other to the bathroom. 

“Okay, so I bought seven tests,” Eddie says as he fishes out the bag from the pharmacy that was stored underneath the sink. 

“Jesus, Eddie,” you say with a chuckle. “How much do you think I can pee?” 

Eddie shrugs and starts to open the first pregnancy test. “I bought seven. Ya know, like the number of kids I want to have. Ow! Don’t hit me, that was a joke!” He sets the first test down on the counter and picks up a second box. “Technically, you’d only need to have five.” Eddie smirks and raises an eyebrow as he turns around to look at you. The glare you’re giving him tells him that you’re not impressed. “Don’t find that funny, babe? Huh, maybe you are pregnant, and the hormones are already raging. Before you hit me again, that was another joke!” 

You grab the two tests Eddie’s already taken out of their boxes and head over to the toilet. Your husband is just casually leaning against the counter and crosses his arms over his chest. 

“Are you really going to watch me pee?” you ask. It’s not like you’ve never peed while he was in the same bathroom before. But now he’s just staring at you as you push your pajama pants down and it’s making you bladder shy. 

“I need to know if I’ve knocked you up or if I have to try again before I leave for work,” Eddie says. 

“I don’t need supervision, y’know.” You make a shooing motion with your hands and Eddie gives an overdramatic roll of his eyes before stepping out into the hall. 

You take a deep breath, then another, before unwrapping the tests from their foil packages. You could be carrying Eddie Munson’s baby right now, you think, and your hand trembles with excitement and trepidation. This is what you’ve wanted since the moment you saw Eddie interacting with his boys, sweet and patient and silly. And now, you might be having his baby. 

No sooner do you place the used tests on the sink and flush the toilet does Eddie barge into the bathroom. He’s wide-eyed, gaze immediately shifting to the white sticks. 

“Are you pregnant?” He asks, unable to read your facial expression. “Shit, you’re not, are you? It’s okay, we can keep at it—”

“Eddie,” you interrupt with a wry smile, “it takes ten minutes to get a result.”

“Well, how long has it been?”

You glance at the watch on your wrist and set the alarm, letting out a terse laugh. “About thirty seconds.”

Your hands are still shaking as you wash them. You hear the water running, and you can feel it on your skin, but you’re almost numb to it. Trying to play it off, you remain on autopilot as you dry your hands with a towel, but when you bring your thumbnail between your teeth and start to bite, your husband picks up on it. 

“What’s wrong?” Worry creases his brows, and he takes your free hand and laces his fingers with yours. 

“I…we just got married, Eds. And now we might be having a baby? It’s a lot, and I’m kinda scared…”

Eddie presses a kiss to your forehead, cupping your cheek with his calloused palm. “We just moved into a new house, so we have the room. Money won’t be too much of an issue—especially with all the checks we got as wedding presents.” When you still appear unconvinced, he changes his tactic to appeal to your emotional side. 

“I know it’s a lot at once. But I know you want a baby, too. How many nights have we stayed up talking about it?” There have been too many, spent with Eddie brushing his fingers over your stomach and talking about how he can’t wait until the most beautiful woman is having his beautiful baby. Not to mention the countless times he’s been deep within you, begging you to let him get you pregnant. “And you’re not in it by yourself. You happen to be married to a man who’s raised two pretty great kids, who—believe it or not, were babies at one point. And you know they’ll want to be our little helpers. Everything is going to be fine, sweetheart. No matter what the test says.”

He wraps you in his arms and you both slide down and sit on the bathroom floor together and cuddle up. You rest your head on Eddie’s shoulder, and he puts a hand on your knee. 

“Y’know,” he says, “the boys are going to lose their minds if you are pregnant. They haven’t stopped talking about when they’re going to get a new sibling.”

You smile. “Think they’ll help change diapers?”

“Maybe Ryan. You’d have a better chance of getting Luke to eat Brussels sprouts.” Eddie chuckles, placing his hand on your stomach. “I can’t believe we might’ve made a little souvenir on our honeymoon.”

“I don’t think I’d have symptoms that early if we made a souvenir,” you point out with a giggle. “This was definitely more like a pre-wedding gift.”

“Huh. So, Maybe-Baby Munson was technically at our wedding with us.”

“If I’m pregnant, then, yeah. Most likely.” Your fatigue could be jet lag, your missed period could be from wedding stress, your nausea could be from Eddie’s cooking attempts, but all three of them together? Could it all be a coincidence?

The two of you are so caught up in each other and the conversations you’re having that you don’t even realize how much time has passed. The shrill ring of the alarm you set startles you, and you jump in your husband’s grip. You manage to push yourself up from the floor on shaky legs, and Eddie stands up beside you. 

“I…” you trail off, wringing your hands nervously, “I can’t look.”

“Well, I can,” Eddie says, to the surprise of neither of you. He steps towards the counter while you take a step in the opposite direction, closer to the shower. 

Eddie picks up the first pregnancy test and beams down at the little white stick. He picks up the next one just to be sure, and the confirmation of the first positive has his impossibly wide grin getting larger. The excitement has Eddie’s heart pumping so loud in his chest he’d be surprised if you didn’t hear it. His hands shake as he slowly sets the tests back down, as if they're precious cargo. 

He turns to see you not even facing him. You’re staring at the shower wall, hands still nervously fidgeting in front of you. Taking the few steps to close the distance, Eddie slides his arms around your middle and rests his chin on your shoulder. 

“Hey, Mommy.”

Those two words have broken any semblance of composure you had. The tears are instantaneous, hot and thick as they roll down your cheeks. 

“I wanna see,” you say, slipping out of Eddie’s arms to look at the positive pregnancy tests yourself. The two pink lines on each of them staring back at you feel surreal. As if this is just some joke and someone scribbled on them with a pink marker. “Holy shit, I’m going to be a mom.”

You turn to Eddie and practically leap into his arms. He catches you with a chuckle and squeezes you just as tightly as you’re squeezing him. A few moments pass like that—both of you just holding one another as you take this new information in. You know it’s not going to sink in for a while; how could it? This was something you’d never thought would happen in your wildest dreams. The man you used to wait to see just for a few minutes a day between him coming home after work and you leaving for your apartment is now the father of your baby. It makes you dizzy with excitement.

Eventually, you both release the other from your crushing grips. Eddie cups your jaw with his large hands and presses a soft and sweet kiss on your lips. It conveys all the love and happiness that is swimming throughout his body. His hands slide down from your jaw, down your chest and stomach, coming to a stop on your lower abdomen.

“Can’t believe our baby’s right there,” Eddie muses, gently pressing his palm against your stomach. There are a few moments where both of your hands explore the area of the body that will be growing the most over your pregnancy. Eventually, Eddie tugs you in closer to him so your chests are pressed together. He dips his head and captures your lips with his own.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too, baby daddy.”

Keeping your pregnancy under wraps until the second trimester was easier said than done, especially around the boys. Your morning sickness was enough to draw suspicion, and while Luke was satisfied with the reassurance that you hadn’t contracted scurvy, Ryan wasn’t as easily swayed. You’d been tempted to let him in on the secret just to ease his worries, but your own anxieties about first trimester complications took over. 

Now a few days into your twelfth week of pregnancy—with a prenatal scan under your belt—you’re ready to share the news. 

“Luke! Ryan! Come to the living room for a sec!”

The boys nervously trudge onto the carpet. Ryan’s twiddling his thumbs, and before you can reassure them that they’re not in trouble, he blurts out, “It was Luke’s idea to flush the remote down the toilet!”

Luke gasps, blindsided by his brother’s betrayal. “You said it could be a science ‘speriment!”

“Boys…” you start, already feeling a headache brewing behind your eyes. 

“Hang on, babe, I wanna hear this,” Eddie interrupts, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches his sons implicate themselves. 

“And then Ryan told me that if I ate apple seeds, a tree would grow in my tummy, and I got scared and that’s why I keep hiding the seeds under my bed,” Luke hurries to explain, cheeks turning pink as he says it all in a single breath. 

Eddie clicks his tongue. “Well, that explains the mystery smell.”

You try to refocus their attention, clearing your throat and sitting up straighter. “Boys…you know how I haven’t been feeling well lately?” You wait for them to nod before continuing. “Why do you think that is?”

“Daddy’s bad at cooking?” Luke ventures, earning a head shake from his dad and a stifled laugh from you. “It is scurvy, isn’t it? I knew it!”

“No one has scurvy! If I hear that word one more time, I’m banning all pirate movies from this house,” Eddie exclaims, obviously eager to reveal the news. 

You put a hand on his knee to silence him. “And I know you’ve noticed I’ve been a little more emotional too.”

“Like when you cried when I made a sandwich the other day?” Ryan asks. Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment at the way you’d been overwhelmed with sadness at the thought of him growing up and independently making lunch.  

You don’t want to start bawling again, so you wordlessly hand over the panel of ultrasound photos. 

“What’s this?” Luke’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. He points to your name in the top left corner. “Did you take this? It looks like a weird bean.”

Ryan scoffs at his little brother. “No, it’s one of those pictures that people get when they’re having a baby. Wait…” The oldest Munson son looks up from the paper clutched in his grip to the two of you on the couch in front of him. His wide-eyed expression has you giggling and a warm tingling sensation bubbles up in Eddie’s chest.

Luke is still confused, however. He keeps staring at the black and white image as if he’s trying to find Waldo. 

“Whose baby is it?” he asks.

“Mine and your dad’s, silly goose!” You lean forward and lightly dig your fingers just above the little boy’s hip—his most ticklish spot.

“You guys ready for another brother or sister?” Eddie asks.

His father’s words have Ryan breaking out of his trance. He launches forward and wraps one arm around your neck and one around Eddie’s. Both of you can sense that he’s too emotional to speak, so Eddie just pats his back while you rest your head against his.

“Yeah!” Luke answers Eddie’s question. “I’m gonna bring them to my basketball game on Friday!”

“Um,” you say with a chuckle as Ryan maneuvers himself to sit on the arm of the couch next to Eddie. “The baby’s gonna need a little more time than that, sweetie.”

Luke shrugs as if this is only a minor inconvenience. “‘S’okay. I have another game next week.”

“When is the baby gonna be here?” Ryan asks, dimples out and on display as a sign of his excitement. He still has the ultrasound photos in his hand and keeps sneaking peeks at them.

“The doctor said I’m due October 7th,” you tell them as you rest one hand against your belly. There’s hardly a bump yet, but the instinct has been strong to protect the baby in you. It was a conscious effort to not draw any attention to your midsection by holding it in front of the boys—though you doubt they would’ve noticed anyway. 

“Aw, man!” Luke pouts, dramatically flopping down onto the living room carpet. “That’s forever.”

“Don’t worry, bud,” Eddie says as he slips an arm around you. “We have lots to do to get ready for a new baby.”

“Yeah,” you agree, snuggling into your husband’s side. “You have to learn how to change a diaper!”

That has Luke pushing himself off of the floor and heading for the kitchen. “Nope, I’m out.”

“Okay,” you say to the boys as the sound of Wayne’s dilapidated truck chugs into your driveway. “Grandpa’s here.”

“Remember,” Eddie says, ducking in towards them and lowering his voice as if Wayne would be able to hear him from outside, “we’re gonna act nonchalant.”

Ryan frowns, looking up from where he was smoothing down his blue t-shirt that has the words BIG BRO emblazoned on it in bold black letters. 

“We’re gonna act no-chocolate? What?” 

Eddie shakes his head, fighting back a smile. “Just means we’re gonna act cool, okay? Calm. Natural, like this is just another Sunday he’s coming over to have dinner.

“And not like we have the most awesome secret to tell him!” Luke projects his voice around the small kitchen and both you and Ryan shush him. The youngest Munson—as of now—pinches up his face and sticks his tongue out before looking down at his own t-shirt. It’s green and has MIDDLE BRO splayed across the front of it. 

There’s a knock on the front door and Eddie goes to answer it. Ryan is bouncing on the balls of his feet in excitement. He’s constantly had to stop himself from telling every single person he talks to about the baby. It warms your heart to see the pure joy this is giving him, though. 

The groaning of the front door opening and the thud of it closing again lets you know Wayne’s inside the house. Two heavy treads make their way into the living room, and you hear Wayne release a content sigh as he takes a seat. 

“Where my boys at?” Wayne asks.

In the kitchen, you give both of your sons a thumbs up before nodding your head in the direction of the living room. Excitement—and hormones—well up in you as you watch the boys leave the kitchen. You trail behind them, eager to see Wayne’s reaction to the news. 

“Grandpa!” Ryan crashes against him on the couch and inhales the familiar scents of menthol cigarettes and oil stains as he buries his face in his neck. 

“How’s my Ry?” Wayne asks, hugging his grandson with one arm and ruffling his honey brown hair with the other. 

“Hey Grandpa!” Luke calls. “What do you think of my shirt?”

Eddie groans and drops his head into his hands. He has to remember to have a conversation with Luke about what “nonchalant” means. Stepping over to your husband, you pat his shoulder while you fight a smirk on your face. 

It doesn’t seem to click with Wayne right away, though. He sits back on the couch and his brows furrow together in confusion. 

“Middle?” he says, wagging his finger in front of Luke’s shirt. “But you don’t have a…” Wayne drops his hand back down to his lap, mouth hanging open. His eyes go from Luke’s t-shirt to Ryan’s, seeing if his clothes are sending the same message. When his suspicions seem to be confirmed at what he sees there, Wayne’s eyes roam over to where you and Eddie are. His eyes are misted over, and it takes everything in you not to let the hormones breach the floodgate. 

“Is there gonna be another Munson to chase after?” Wayne asks, the emotion causing his voice to waver. 

Both you and Eddie nod in confirmation, matching grins on your faces. But neither of you gets a chance to speak before Luke pipes in.

“Yeah, but not ‘til October. And that’s so far away!” Luke throws his arms in the air to show his exasperation. 

Wayne stands up from the couch and immediately envelops Eddie in a giant bear hug.  “I am over the moon for the two of ya,” Wayne says, opening his arms to you. “Congratulations.” Luke tugs on Eddie’s arm as Wayne wraps you up in his warm and fatherly embrace. 

“Is that gonna hurt the baby?” Luke asks, eyeing the show of affection with hesitancy. Eddie swears he could melt right here and now at the concerned look on his youngest son’s face—concern for you and your new baby. 

Eddie has to clear the emotion out of his throat before he speaks. “Nah, bud. Baby’s nice and protected in there, don’t worry.” 

“Yeah,” Ryan seconds as he steps up beside his dad and brother. “You just have to be careful once they’re born. Don’t wanna drop them on their head like Dad did to you.”

“Ryan,” Eddie starts, but needs a moment to reign in the laughter that wants to come exploding out. “That’s not funny and it’s not true!”

Wayne huffs a small laugh and speaks softly so only you can hear.

“You know, Eddie was dropped when he was a baby…”

You stifle a laugh as you look over at your husband. He’s jumping around the middle of the living room with the boys, the three of them fighting like they’re ninjas. 

“That explains a lot.”

The last group of people you’ve been waiting to tell is the Harrington family. 

Your shirt is a bit oversized; there’s no evidence of a bump just yet, but you’re still paranoid about showing. 

Danny, Theo, and Natalie burst into the room, excited that Ryan and Luke are there to play with. Steve shushes them softly.

“Amelia is asleep,” he reminds them.

“Pretty sure she’ll sense that I’ve come over and awaken from her slumber,” Eddie jokes, causing Steve to roll his eyes.

“Yeah, Munson, she almost wet herself in excitement when we told her you were coming by.”

“Really?” Eddie asks.

“No.”

“I don’t like your attitude, Harrington. Think I’ll just head down the hall and wake up my favorite four-year-old.”

“I will tackle you before you reach the bathroom,” Steve threatens. 

Natalie rolls her eyes—looking identical to her father as she does so—and puts her hands on her hips.

“Boys,” she complains. 

The Harrington kids drag Luke, Ryan, and Eddie into the playroom to show them their new video game. Steve dutifully follows, claiming that he’ll supervise gameplay, but you and Nancy both know that the day will end with the grown men battling it out over Mario Kart. 

“You’re pregnant!” Nancy excitedly whispers as soon as the two of you are alone. It’s not a question, it’s a statement, and it catches you off-guard. 

“What?” You’re not sure whether you should play dumb or not—the reason for this playdate was to tell them the news. “How did…how do you know that?”

She shrugs. “I’ve gone through this four times. I have a sixth sense for it now.” She’s beaming from ear to ear as her reporter instincts kick in and she begins launching questions your way:

“How far along are you?”

“Any morning sickness?”

“What other symptoms are you having?”

You answer them one by one, excitement pulsing through you with each reply. There’s beauty in being able to enjoy this journey with others, especially someone who’s been through it before. 

You take a deep breath, finally relaxed now that the nervous energy has dissipated. “Okay,” you smile, “now we can tell Steve.”

“Munson told me before the pee stick could dry,” Steve calls out from the other room. There’s a whine from Danny, to which Steve responds, “no, it’s my turn to be Bowser!”

Nancy can sense your flusteredness, and she puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Don’t worry,” she says with a laugh, “Steve called Eddie first with each of my pregnancies. He probably knew before I did.”

You giggle at the thought of Steve tripping over his feet to let Eddie know about a new baby before even celebrating with his wife. “I’m so glad I’m not dealing with the two of them on my own.”

“Us mamas have to stick together.” She reaches into the refrigerator and pulls out a bottle of water. “First tip: no matter how much water you’re drinking, it’s never enough. Gotta stay hydrated.”

“You and Max might be my lifelines for motherly advice,” you admit, cracking open the cap and taking a swig. Nancy, of course, is right; you hadn’t realized how thirsty you were until you started drinking it. 

“You already have plenty of experience.” She gestures to the room where the kids are. “They adore you, and your baby will, too.”

“You think so?”

“Call it mother’s intuition, but I know it.”

[jjwantsme]

34+35

j.m

pairing: jj maybank x kook!reader

summary: four times they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other, and the one time they were caught.

warnings: nsfw, piv, praise kink, oral (f receiving),boob sucking, public sex, spit, a little of sub!jj, degradation kink, cussing, let me know it i missed anything :)

authors note: this is my first actual smut on tumblr so PLEASE have some mercy on me 🥲

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y/n and JJ were truly obsessed with each other. not in a lovey-dovey cute way- i mean, that too- but in a lustful perverted way.

ever since the week they got together, the pogues couldn’t recall one day where the boy’s neck wasn’t covered in love bites, or where his cheeks didn’t have lipstick stains on them.

they thought- or should i say, hoped- that it was a honeymoon phase type of thing, that their sex life would calm down after the first few weeks of being together.

oh, how they were utterly wrong.

it’d now been a year and a half, and if anything, it’s gotten worse. much, much worse.

i know what you’re thinking. ‘it can’t be that bad!’

so, here i am, providing you five instances to prove just how bad it is.

the first time

“J, we don’t have time!” y/n squealed when her boyfriend had pinned her against the door.

“no worries,” JJ mumbled as he kissed down her neck, “i’ll be quick.”

y/n had missed her alarm, after a moan-filled night, making her late for work. and JJ wanted to let her get ready, he really did, but how can he resist her when she’s in those pajamas?

it wasn’t long before JJ had his hand wrapped around his long cock as he pulled her lace panties to the side, “jus’ woke up so needy for you, babe. need to feel you.”

y/n couldn’t do anything but whine and gasp in pleasure when she recognized the feeling of his length destroying the walls of her pussy, her nails immediately going to his tan back.

“fuck, JJ!”

“i know, i know,” JJ cooed as he slid all the way into her, “jus’ let me destroy this pussy real quick, yeah? you gonna let me do that?”

the girl choked out a moan as she nodded.

he kept a tight hold on her, her back still against the door, as he began bouncing her on his cock, a groan escaping his swollen pink lips.

“y’gonna make me cum if you keep squeezing me like that, princess,” he groaned, before letting out a much louder moan, letting a hand go down to grip her ass.

moans filled up the entire house, echoing throughout the walls as y/n made it known just how good she felt.

“please, please cum, please, i wanna feel it inside me so bad, please, J” she started begging, making his eyes rolls to the back of his head.

“wanna be your cockslut every morning, J, oh fuck- i’m gonna cum!-“ she chanted over and over.

“that’s it, cum on my cock, baby, make me happy,”

she granted his wish as she felt her orgasm wash over her, his following close behind as his cock twitched before releasing.

one last moan fell from y/n’s lips as the bouncing slowly came to a stop, their foreheads resting against each other as they tried to catch their breath.

“damn,” JJ breathed out. “you gotta start waking up late more often.”

the second time

“what about this one? is this dress okay?” y/n asked as she stepped out of the dressing room in yet another dress, JJ looking up from his phone and smiling at her.

“baby, you look like a goddess in everything you wear. how am i supposed to help you choose?”

y/n rolled her eyes but chuckled. “JJ, midsummer is in two days. two! i have to get a dress or my parents will be pissed; so you’re gonna have to start being more detailed with your reviews.”

she did a little twirl, “so, thoughts?”

JJ bit his lip, his thoughts becoming less and less pure the longer he stared at her. “definitely compliments the…chest area.”

“J, be serious!”

“oh, trust me, I’m being serious.”

he felt a smirk crawl onto his face, “how about i help you take this one off?”

“mm…” she couldn’t deny the fact that it was a nice idea. her fingers were tired from zipping up so many dresses, anyway. “fine. no funny business, though!”

JJ giggled like a little boy and quickly got up, leaving his phone behind as he followed her into the dressing room.

it wasn’t long before he had the door locked with y/n in his lap.

“babe, i said no funny business,” y/n whined as he began unzipping the dress off of her.

“mm, sshh, jus’ helping you get undressed.”

y/n rolled her eyes and began pulling the dress down, causing her plump breasts to bounce as she moved her body.

“goddamn, baby,” JJ whistled quietly as he moved a hand to grip her left boob, squeezing it lightly with his hand.

y/n couldn’t help but bite her lip, “J…” she warned.

“can i suck them, please, baby? please, just let me put that little nipple in my mouth,” he tweaked her right nipple with his index finger, making her groan.

“J, we’re in public…”

he smirked, taking her reply as a yes to his question.

“that just means we gotta be quiet.”

JJ dipped his head down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth as she immediately arched her back, making access even easier for him.

y/n ran her fingers through his hair, making him groan around her nipple before releasing it to bite hickeys all around her boob. he licked the mark he left and went to her other breast, nibbling gently on the nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

“mmh, so good, J. Such a good boy for me.”

JJ moaned at the praise, lightly bucking his hips as his boner became painfully hard.

he licked all around her nipple while continuing to buck his hips into her ass, trying to relieve his clothed bulge with any kind of pleasure.

“love being your good boy, love sucking on these pretty titties,” he fit as much of her boob into his mouth as he could, squeezing the other one in his hand.

y/n tugged on his hair in pleasure, grinding down to meet his thrusts.

JJ released her from his mouth and hummed slightly, licking her nipple one last time before moving up to kiss her red lips.

so much for finding the right dress, y/n thought.

the third time

JJ pulled y/n into a closet at the midsummer party, locking it behind him.

“J, my parents will kill me.” she warned him, wrapping her arms around his neck out of instinct when he gripped her waist.

“not if they don’t find out.”

he connected their lips, a messy makeout being the turn out as their tongues mixed together.

JJ pulled away from the kiss, a wild look in his eyes. “you just look so gorgeous tonight,”

he began kissing down her neck, “wanna taste you.”

in no time, JJ had her thighs over his shoulders as he pressed a kiss on her clothed clit.

y/n jolted with a moan at the action.

he slid her panties down, revealing her puffy wet pussy as heat radiated from between her legs.

“such a pretty pussy, princess.”

he licked a long stripe from her entrance to her clit, making her cover her mouth to quiet her moans.

she knew she had to be quiet. their friends and family were just outside, after all.

he licked all over, connecting with her folds and sucking on her swollen clit.

JJ starts eating her pussy like a mad man, the obnoxious sound of him licking her weeping cunt filling the dark closet.

his warm muscle laps at her hole with a sense of greed as he whimpered into it, the taste of her pussy giving him just as much pleasure.

he made sure not to let her clit go untouched, though. spitting on it before reattaching his mouth to it, sucking on it as if it was his favorite lollipop. which, between you and me, it was his favorite lollipop.

it soon became too much for y/n, the sight of his head between her thighs mixed with the feeling of his tongue abusing her hole. she felt it before she even heard it, her orgasm bubbling before crashing down onto JJ’s tongue, him licking her clean.

JJ licked his lips before placing a few kisses around her clit, her hole clenching around nothing at the feeling.

he then looked up at her, eyes blown out and chin glistening with her juices.

“thank you for letting me eat your sweet pussy, my love.”

the fourth time

it seemed like a normal drive for the rest of the pogues.

they all sat in the car on the way to the pier, kiara and john b in the front as y/n and JJ sat in the back.

little did they know, JJ and y/n were having some fun of their own.

“better keep quiet, baby,” JJ whispered into her ear as he had three fingers deep inside her. “wouldn’t want our friends to know you’re a dirty slut, would you?”

y/n shook her head as she bit back a moan, digging her head into JJ’s shoulder.

he moved his fingers in and out, a large cocky smirk plastered on his face as she whimpered into his shirt.

“you okay back there, y/n?” john b asked after hearing one of her quiet whines, keeping his eyes on the road.

her cheeks grew red in embarrassment while JJ’s smirk grew bigger in amusement.

she looked up him as she bit her lip, begging for any hint of mercy.

he looked at her then back at john b, “yeah, she’s good, her stomach just hurts.”

“oh, okay. probably just motion sickness.” he nodded in response, just as y/n came all over his best friend’s fingers.

poor thing. he had no idea.

the fifth, and final, time

“we’re gonna get in trouble!” y/n whisper-yelled at JJ after he pulled her out of class, just for a quickie.

he scoffed, “yeah, right.”

he was right, though. they never did.

he led her into the girls bathroom, making her gasp in a mix of surprise and guilt.

“you’re a boy! you shouldn’t be in h-“

JJ cut her off with a kiss, which quickly became heated as he began unzipping his pants.

though, lucky for him, they were interrupted just before he was able to pull anything out.

“ahem,” the vice principal cleared her throat as she stood in the doorway, looking at them with nothing but pure judgement.

y/n immediately pulled away from the kiss, a mortified look on her face as she realized her biggest fear had came true.

they had been caught in the act.

“mrs. shelly-“

“no! this is unacceptable, and both of you will be following me to the principal’s office!” she scolded them before turning around on her heel and heading towards their destination, content when she heard their footsteps close behind her.

“well,” JJ whispered into his poor girlfriend’s ear.

“looks like our reign of terror is over.”

[kimnjss]

desperate housewife | jjk

⇢ pairing: jungkook x reader (ft. taehyung) ⇢ genre: smut. ⇢ word count: 5.5K ⇢ theme: husband!jungkook, housewife au, established relationship ⇢ rating: explicit. ⇢ warnings: soft angry guk, car sex, nipple play, unprotected sex (stay safe loves!)… this was lowkey kind softcore, ngl.  ⇢ summary: bored with your husband gone all the time, you decide to take up a new hobby... jungkook can only seem to focus on one thing when it comes to your new pastime. ⇢ A/N: this was heavily influenced by desperate housewives, okay. ive been binging it during quarantine nd kind of spit this out lmao. also!! want to apologize if this feels all over the place, kept on stopping nd starting again... so yeah!

The day your husband proposed, he gave you his word that you'd never have to lift a finger once you were married to him. His faith in his career and talents fueling his proclamation. You would've said yes even without it, but it was nice how badly he wanted to treat you like a princess.

You and Jungkook had been together for two years before he decided to get down on one knee. He made it known that he thought you were the one from the beginning and you had always thought, it was soon to tell- but he was right.

Your agreement was no short of immediate, wedding date set for an exact year after that day and you couldn't wait. Jungkook was oddly helpful with the planning and organization, way more than you'd expect a husband to be, but he was genuinely interested.

With his help, you two pulled off a gorgeous ceremony. His family and yours filling the place, watching as you agreed to become one with this man. It was all you wanted. Becoming Mrs. Jeon Jungkook was the best day of your life. Three days after your honeymoon in Malta, Jungkook was urging you to quit your job.

You did.

Jungkook was serious about keeping his word, didn't plan for you to lift a finger at all. A maid was hired to do the cleaning, chef to do the cooking, a yard boy to tend to your pool and pretty garden. You even had a personal driver to drive the car he had purchased for you.

Not once did you think of complaining. It was nice. Not having to worry about this or that or the other thing. Having everything done for you really freed up time for you to do the things that you really liked to do. The only problem was, you've been busy working your whole life you never really had the chance to figure out exactly what that was.

And it wasn't like you could hang out with the husband you loved so much, he hardly had time to cut his hair, let alone hang out with you. So you spent your days at home, chatting with the members of your staff and counting down to the days that Jungkook was able to come home.

It wasn't until you caught yourself in a heated argument with the yard boy about the exact inch length of your front lawn did the realization hit you. You needed a hobby. Shopping, getting your hair and nails done, that wasn't going to cut it. You needed something that was just for you.

You just needed to figure out what that was.

Sat on the couch with your feet propped on an ottoman, you flipped through your catalog. Sulin, the maid, stood across from you, wiping the windows down with glass cleaner. The sound of a car door slam had your fingers stilling, your body perking as your attention was brought to the large window in your living room.

“Mr. Jeon is home,” Sulin informed you, but you were already standing; all but running out the front door. Jungkook was waving goodbye to the man who had dropped him off, hands clutching his way too large suitcase. “Baby!” You squealed, not being able to contain yourself as you leaped for him.

Your husband and his ever so impressive reflexes were catching you easily, allowing your legs to wrap around his waist as he leaned up for a starved kiss. His hands were properly placed on your sculpted bottom, slowly inching up to grip the flesh. A squeal flew from your lips as you pulled back, playfully swatting at his shoulder.

“Do you really think the Jefferson's want an eye full of you groping your wife on the front lawn?” You questioned with a raised brow. Jungkook shrugged his strong shoulders, tilting his head up to reach for your lips again.

“The Jefferson's have been married 30 years, have six kids, I think they know a thing or two about groping.” You pushed the thought of your ancient neighbors going at it, instead deciding to concentrate on the cute dimples indenting your husband's cheeks as he flashed a boyish grin. Not only was this man blessed with deadly good looks, but he also had the heart and spirit of a young child. Things never got boring with him around.

Your hands cradled his face, leaning down the rest of the way to press your lips to his again. “I've missed you so much.” Your words are barely comprehensible, considering your mouth is smushed against his. Somehow, he understands you totally, sharing your sentiment with a wide grin.

His hands finding your ass again, Jungkook holds you to him as he begins taking long steps toward your house. You could feel his length against your thigh with each step he took and you knew exactly what you were in for once you reached the bedroom. Or maybe the kitchen. Hell, he might even give up on the front porch and do it there.

Yeah, things never got boring with Jungkook around.

An entire week had passed since Jungkook came back home. A whole week filled with laughter, games, impromptu trips, spontaneous dates. A full week of fun with the man of your dreams. Every waking moment was spent together, genuinely enjoying each other that you forgot he would be leaving come Sunday.

This is why you wore a permanent scowl on your face as you neatly folded his clothes, taking on the task to pack his suitcase. Sulin had been doing it when you entered the bedroom, but for some odd reason, you felt like you wanted to. She was more than happy to pass the task on to you, moving to get dinner started.

Since it was Jungkook's last day in the house, Sulin had suggested she made all of his favorite foods for dinner tonight. No protests on your husband's side, of course, and you figured your waistline could suffer if it meant witnessing that huge bunny smile that took over his features.

Warm arms wrapped around your waist, chiseled chin nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Jungkook pulled you into his embrace, taking in the sweet smell of the perfume you prayed whenever you got out the shower. “How's my princess doing?” His tone was soft and caring.

Jungkook knew that you were upset that he was leaving. But he also knew that you weren't upset with him. Couldn't be upset with him because you knew what you were in for from the beginning. It just annoyed you that his job always cut into the time that the two of you got to spend together. He was hardly ever home, never really unpacked when he was home because it was just a matter of time until he was leaving again.

It was like your house was just a rest stop and that annoyed you, passionately. You didn't want to make him feel bad, though. You knew he was trying his best; could tell with how he fought sleep when he was back just so he could spend time with you. It was hard on him too, so there was no reason to make a stink out of it.

You pulled his suitcase closed, zipping it before turning in his arms. Your scowl had morphed into a pout, arms wrapping around his neck. Lifting up on your tiptoes, you pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. “I'm okay. What time is your flight?” You wanted to know just how much time you had left with him.

“Javier will pick me up right after dinner.” Guess you only had a few more hours left with him then. A sigh slipped from his lips, his hands cupping your face and thumb brushing over your cheek. “I won't be gone long this time. Just a week or two and then I have a month off,” He offered up with a grin and you matched it, nodding your head.

“Can we visit that resort when you get back, then?” You looked up at him hopeful, his head was nodding not even giving a moment to think of the request. “Whatever you want. Just put it on the schedule. A whole month, I'm all yours.”

It was like time was on a treadmill whenever you were with him. Before you knew it, dinner was being served and the two of you sat across each other at your way too big dining table. “You know,” He was speaking after some time had passed without either of you saying a word.

You were playing with your food, eating in slow motion as if that would keep time from moving so he wouldn't have to leave just yet. Head lifting at the sound of his words, you tilted your head to the side. “Sammie Fields and a couple of her girlfriends all take dance lessons at the gym across town.”

Face contorted, you tried to figure out why he was offering up this information all of a sudden. “Alright, you got me. Why are you telling me this?” You pushed out a laugh, hoping not to sound too harsh. You just wanted to enjoy your silent dinner before he was being whisked away.

“Maybe you should join them sometime?”

“Is this your way of telling me that I need to start working out? Believe it or not, Jeon Jungkook I'm in-” He was quick to cut you off, quick denying shakes of his hands as he leaned toward you. “No! No, it's nothing like that. I just... you said that you were bored,” Your cheeks darkened, had forgotten that you had shared that with him while catching him up on everything that had been happening while he was gone.

“Oh, yeah. Right. Sorry.” You smiled sheepishly and he shook his head. “I don't really get along with Sammie and her friends. Don't think they'd really care for me tagging along.” It was no secret that the girls on the block weren't all too fond of you. You weren't sure why, but they didn't really seem interested in being your friend – had their little clique made before you even moved in.

And they weren't taking any newbies anytime soon.

“Ugh, I wish you could just come with me. I hate that you're stuck in the house bored all the time.” It had been suggested and shut down when you two first got married. Jungkook didn't really want to travel without you with your marriage so new, so he came up with the idea that you just came along with him.

His manager was quick to veto his proposal, deeming you an unnecessary distraction – the asshole. “I'll be fine, don't worry about me.” You pushed a smile onto your face, but he didn't look convinced; cut into his pork with a quizzical look on his face. His teeth worried his lower lip and you could almost literally see the wheels turning in his head.

“Or! You know what, I could take up tennis?” You suggested, with a grin. “Tennis? Since when were you into tennis?” A shrug of your shoulder was sent in his direction as you reached forward to grasp your wine glass, bringing it to your lips. “It's never too late to learn,” He nodded.

“Are you sure you're going to like it? I mean... not to discourage you, but baby, I've not even seen you pick up a ball. Well, besides...” From the smirk on his face, you knew exactly what he was alluding to. You rolled your eyes, trying to hide the smile that tried to peek through.

“It could be fun,”

You could tell that he was happier now, at ease knowing that you weren't just going to sit around watching grass grow as you waited for him to come back. “Alright, then! I'll get you the best trainer there is. Let me just...” His hand reached for his phone on the table, your hand quick to stop him.

“You don't have to do that, baby. I'm sure there are plenty of good enough trainers at the gym. Cheaper too.” Although you loved being pampered and spoiled by him, you didn't marry him because he was stinking rich.

You married him because you were madly, deeply, truly in love with him- so there was no need for him to hire 'the best' anything for your new hobby.

“I guess if you're sure.”

“I'm sure. I'll head to the gym tomorrow and meet someone,” He nodded, attention being drawn back to the meal in front of him. Finally being able to enjoy his favorite food without worry creasing his brows.

Two days after Jungkook had left, you were dragging yourself out of bed and heading straight to the gym. You were excited, always had liked tennis and the whole idea of it; you figured it would be fun to actually play it.

Finding a trainer was a lot easier than you had thought it would be. After a brief conversation with the lady at the front desk, she was leading you down a long corridor into a sectioned off area of the gym. More elaborate work out machines were back here, a large TV and a sauna.

“Mr. Kim.” She called to the man running on the treadmill. A fitting long-sleeved top hugged his muscles, loose shorts bouncing with each movement of his strong legs. The woman called out to him once more before he was pulling the headphone from his ear, pressing a few buttons on the machine to slow his steps into a walk.

“What's up?” He replied, a bit out of breath.

“This is Mrs. Jeon,” She introduced you formerly, despite how you insisted she uses your first name. The man cocked a brow, sparing a sideways glance in your direction. Undeniably handsome, a face appears to be carefully structured by the gods. A strong jaw, pink full lips, cheekbones, nose a little large but fitting for his handsome face, dark intense eyes guarded by long eyelashes. Even his eyebrows were pretty, what the fuck?

The man pushed a long finger against the machine in front of him, stopping it completely. “She's in looking for a tennis trainer. I figured you would be fit for it.” He was hopping off of the machine, turning to face the two of you fully.

“Have you ever played before?” His words were directed to you, but you were distracted by the deepness of his voice. Did he really sound like that... all the time? How intimidating. His head tilted, awaiting your answer.

You could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks, desperately trying to rake your brain from what he had just said. “Oh!” You spoke a little too loudly. “Not really, no. I've just always wanted to...” The intense way he was staring at you had your sentence trailing off.

He didn't speak, eyes scanning over you carefully; making you feel small. Even the girl that brought you here sensed the odd tension, shifting uncomfortably on the balls of her feet. His tongue pushed out to lick his dry lips, a smirk taking over his features as he dragged his gaze back up to your eyes. What you would give to know what was going through his mind just then.

“It'd be my pleasure,” His voice velvety sweet with some promised laced in his words. You grinned, taking hold of the hand that he had extended out to you. “I'm Taehyung.” He introduced himself with a small smile.

Taehyung nodded at the sound of your name, going to release your hand from his grasp just as the piece of jewelry wrapped around your fourth finger caught his attention. Mindlessly, his fingers brushed it, his eyes finding yours once again.

There was something going on in his mind, you knew it. Could tell by the furrow of his brow and the smirk on his face. You just couldn't decipher what it was. His hand was dropping yours, slipping into the pocket of his pants.

“Lynn will set you up with my schedule. See you soon, Yn.” Taehyung flashed that teasing smile before tucking his earphone back in and climbing back onto the machine. Lynn led you out the same way you first came, stopping at the front desk to schedule you.

No matter how hard you tried to concentrate on the words coming out of her mouth, you couldn't shake the thought of Taehyung from your mind. It was weird. Sure, you've been swooned by attractive guys before, you were married; not blind. But this was different, he was different.

You didn't know what it was and you were scared to find out. There was no point in either way. These were just tennis lessons. Nothing more, nothing less. You were married so that was it. Halfway home, you wondered if you should turn around and demand a different trainer. Decided against it, surely nothing will happen..., right?

Two weeks had passed since Taehyung had become your personal trainer. It was fun, learning the sport and getting to know the mysterious man that paid so much attention to your skills. He had this set narrative of what you were capable of and never accepted less, always pushing you and oddly you liked it.

Your game was getting better as the days rolled by. Time no longer standing still with this new hobby of yours. You two met every day at 3 o'clock, most lessons lasting for an hour... maybe two if he wasn't busy, three if he got hungry in the middle. It was fun and you were quickly feeling as though you could think of the man as a friend.

The tension that surrounded you two when the first meeting had died down. You weren't interested, no matter how many smirks he threw in your direction. Jungkook was the love of your life and messing that up was at the bottom of your list. It wasn't even on your list. Taehyung got the hint without you having to spell it out for him. You appreciated that.

A gentle hand on the small of your back stilled your movements, your head turning to face the handsome man standing behind you. “You need to straighten your back,” His deep voice instructed and you nodded your head, following his orders.

He smiled, hand leaving your back to grasp your elbow- the other hand reaching for your wrist. “Tuck your core in when you swing, gives you more power.” The hand on his elbow dropped, splayed fingers landing over your belly button. You brought your arms back, tucking your core in and going for the swing.

You could feel the difference. “Oh! I didn't think it would-”

“What the fuck do you think you're doing?” Your sentence was being interrupted by the booming voice of your husband. His face twisted with anger as he approached the two of you. “Get your hands off my wife!” He shouted, the words making Taehyung release you, jumping back a few steps.

“Jungkook? You're back early.” It was the only thing you could muster in your shock. Never had you seen him this angry before. His hand wrapped around your wrist, tugging you behind him as he stood square in front of Taehyung.

He sized him up, jaw clenched and fists balled. “Who do you think you are? Touching her like that?” Despite having the big muscle pig that was your husband in his face, Taehyung didn't seem the least bit intimidated. Arms crossed over his chest as he stared up at Jungkook, bored.

Sensing this could take a turn for the worse, you decided to step in. “Jungkook, baby. Relax. He's my trainer!” Jungkook only half-listened to your words, squaring his chest as he stepped closer to Taehyung.

“Does your trainer know that you're happily married?” His words were delivered through clenched teeth to the man standing in front of him. Taehyung was rolling his eyes, hands patting at your husband's shoulders.

“I suggest you calm down there, buddy. I can have you kicked out and your wife banned with a snap of my fingers.” He wouldn't do that right? Ban you? You two were friends, he was just saying that?

You didn't want to be the one to call his bluff. Hands finding Jungkook's elbow, you tugged him toward you. “Let's just go, baby.” He scoffed, tugging his hand from your grasp before turning and passing you, stomping up the hill.

You quickly followed behind him, legs moving quickly in fear he might leave without you. He had stopped in front of his car, hands in his pocket. You landed a soothing hand to his back. “Baby, I promise you. Nothing like that was happening. He was just helping me with my form!”

His hand pulled out from his pocket, your big, expensive wedding ring between his fingers. “Why aren't you wearing your ring?”

“Oh.” You could feel your cheeks darkening, embarrassed as if you had been caught. But you hadn't! You just knew what he was thinking and how all of this looked. You reached your hand forward, taking the jewelry from his hand. “I only take it off for training, I didn't want it to fly off.” You tell him, and it's the truth.

He doesn't believe you, rolling his eyes right in your face. “Yeah, fucking right and you just so happened to get paired with the young attractive trainer, rather than someone who is actually qualified.”

“It's not like that! Don't you trust me?” Wedding ring secured back on your fingers, you reached up to cup his face in your hands. You offered a soft smile up at him, thumbs stroking his clenched jaw. “I would never do something like that, baby.”

Scowl not falling, but an arm wrapping around your waist; you could tell he was softening. “It's not you, I don't trust.” He grumbled and you nodded in understanding, standing up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips.

“I know, baby. You'd be the first to know if he tried anything,” Your words are murmured against his lips. The grasp he holds on your waist tightening as he pulls your body tighter against his. You feel his grasp dropping from your hips to your thighs until he's lifting your body off of the ground; easily wrapping your legs around his waist.

Your back is being pushed against the cool exterior of his car, his body pressed tight against yours as his kiss gains intensity. His mouth desperately searching yours as if trying to imprint himself on you. His hand slid underneath the bottom of your tank top, smirking at the realization of your lack of bra.

Jungkook was breaking the kiss, leaving your lips yearning for more of him. Dark eyes stared into yours, heavy breaths leaving his lips as his thumb caresses your hardening nipple. “I can't fucking believe you.” He snarled, fingers pinching at your nipple; making you yelp.

He didn't even allow you a moment to reply, lips crashing against yours with much greed, hunger as his hips pushed up into yours. You could feel how hard he was even through the fabric of his jeans and you wondered if he'd fuck you right here... against his car where anyone could walk by and see you.

The thought had a rush of arousal pooling between your legs. You leaned into his kiss, returning everything that he was giving you. Jungkook's kisses were everything he was; sweet, passionate, determined, horny. His hands dropped from your body, grasping the behind you as his tongue pushed further into your mouth.

With unbelievable swiftness, Jungkook was pulling the car door open, lifting your body off of the car and laying you across the back seat. Reluctantly, he broke the kiss to climb onto you, trapping your body between his strong thighs.

You slid your hands up the front of his shirt, the rapid beating of his heart surprising you. He still wore that scowl on his face and you frowned. “I love you, Kookie. You know that, right?” You offered a sweet smile up at him, which he only nodded to. His hands hastily pulled your shirt up and over your head.

His face was buried in your neck, attacking your slightly sweaty skin with his lips and teeth. Big hands grasped your breasts, teasing them. Hearing the whimpers, the moans that his touches caused did wonders for Jungkook's ego. He loved knowing that he was the only one that could get you like this, see you like this. Fuck that Taehyung guy, you were his and he was more than willing to prove it to you.

He couldn't help the primal instinct to cover your body in his marking to make it completely and utterly clear that you belonged to him. Quickly, his hands were dropping and rounding your body to grasp your ass; using his grip to pull your body against his. At that exact moment, he was sinking his teeth into the skin just above your collarbone, sucking harshly on the spot right after.

“Fuck, Jungkook!” He loved the sound of your sweet moans. Loved it even more that it was his name falling from those pretty lips. Jungkook rolled his hips forward, grinding his hard and growing erection against your scarcely covered pussy. Such a tiny useless skirt, did you really think he'd have nothing to say about you prancing around in this?

Your shaky hands found the dark curls of his hair, tugging at the roots as his lips dragged their way down your chest. You were already so needy for him, back arching in an attempt to push your breasts closer to his lips, hoping he'd take the hint. He did. A breath of relief fell from your lips as his mouth finally wrapped around one of your hardened buds, wet tongue drawing circles around it, pulling desperate moans from your lips.

He was pulling back with a hiss, teeth sinking into the flesh of your tit, making you yelp. His gentle tongue soothed the skin, dark eyes peaking up to admire your lust-filled, half-lidded eyes. A gentle kiss pressed against the marked skin, “You're so pretty like this.” He grinned.

Jungkook reached his hand down to still the grind of your hips that had started without your knowledge, he pinned you against the leather seats and you whimpered. “What is it that you want, baby?” Fuck, his voice. It wasn't often that Jungkook took on a dominant role, sort of liked to go with the flow. But right now, the way he was looking at you, handling you, hand an unfamiliar twist building in your stomach.

There was no way you'd be able to keep your composure if he kept on like this. “I need you, Kookie. I need to feel you.” Never did you think he'd be down for car sex, but you weren't opposed to the idea; not one bit. With that, though, you knew that you had to be quick; there was no telling who could come rushing down the hill. Which meant foreplay wasn't really in the cards for you two right now.

Jungkook was quick with leaning back on his knees, tugging at the buckle of his belt until it came undone. He only pushed his jeans down enough to pull his cock out. No matter how many times you saw it, you always seemed to find yourself mesmerized by Jungkook's cock.

It was no surprise that it'd be long, Jungkook was a big guy and it was only fitting that he'd have a big dick. Rested nicely just inches below his belly button. It was thick too, pretty veins wrapping around the length and a pink tip that had your mouth watering and pussy clenching.

Jungkook watched you expectantly, a subtle smirk on his lips. He had definitely caught you ogling. It took you a moment to figure out why he was looking at you, but you were quick to catch on, lifting your hips to wiggle out of your tiny skirt. “Fuck, baby.” He breathed, eyes fixed on the way your panties clung to your damp lips. You felt your cheeks darkening.

He never had to do much to get you like this. A giggle left your lips, “You're the only one that makes me like this.” You reminded, hands reaching up to reach for his shoulders as you pulled his body down onto yours. The smile that took over his features didn't go unnoticed. His hand was fitting itself between your legs, long fingers rubbing at your folds gently.

Freehand lining the thickness of his head up with your center, and sliding all the way in with one powerful thrust. You let out a loud cry, caught off guard although you expected the intrusion. Gentle lips pressed wet kisses against your skin, allowing you the time you needed to adjust to his large size.

It didn't take long for you to get used to him being this deep inside you. Yeah, he's been gone for weeks, but your body had grown accustomed to him, always recognizing his return. Just a single roll of your hips was enough to get him to fuck forward, the breath he had been holding being let out.

He was quickly losing himself in you, forgetting if he had ever been mad in the first place. It was like he wanted to make sure you felt every last inch of him. Gradually, he was speeding up the movements of his hips, tickling the sweet spots buried deep inside of you before full-blown pounding against them.

Each thrust hit right where you needed him to, high, needy moans fell from your lips. Calls of his name as your nails dug into his back. You could feel yourself climbing higher and higher toward your release. Jungkook's hand grasped tightly on your thigh, lifting your leg to reach deeper inside of you. He was panting, sending you praise, reminding you that you were his.

Nothing else seemed to matter at this moment. Not the fact that you could be caught at any moment, the uncomfortable bend laying in the back seat of his car caused, Taehyung; it was just you two. “Kookie, I'm gonna...” You tried to tell him, the pleasure making its way into your veins and spiking through your body; cutting your sentence short.

He understood you completely, though. “Shh, I got you, baby.” He rasped, eyes finding yours in the cloudy haze of pleasure the two of you had created. He loved to see you like this, fucked out and desperate for him. His hand was sliding between your legs to find your sensitive clit, using his fingers to push you over the edge.

Nails dragged down his strong back, as you clenched down around him. With one final call of his name, you were falling apart, hips bucking and head falling back. The sight of you unraveling, was enough to push Jungkook over the edge. His head ducked into the crook of your neck, teeth, and tongue finding your salty skin. He pounded his hips powerfully into you until his body was stilling.

A drawn-out moan left your lips at the feeling of his thick release coating your pulsing walls. Warmth spread throughout your body as you began to relax under him, breath heaving as your body laid limp against Italian leather.

“Fuck,” Jungkook breathed out a laugh, eyes dropping to watch his dick slip from inside of you. The mixture of your release dripped out of you and he watched, amazed. “You're my perfect girl.” He complimented with a wide smile, droopy eyes lifting to find your smiling face. “I can't believe we just-”

His words were being cut off by a sharp knock against the window just above your head. Your body sprung up, arms wrapping around your body to cover your bare chest. Wide eyes landing on an annoyed-looking Taehyung.

“You can't do that here!” He called through the glass. Jungkook was smirking, reaching for the door to roll down the window. You stopped him, only being able to imagine what type of snarky remark he was about to spew.

“We're leaving!” You called back, officially kissing your weekly tennis lessons goodbye when you saw the scowl on the older male's face. He turned with a roll of his eyes, stalking his way back up the hill. “He's an asshole,” Jungkook noted and you laughed, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips.

“Just take me home, want you to fuck me properly.” He perked up at the sound of that, hands quick to adjust his jeans before he was climbing into the front seat. “You lay comfy, I'll have you home in no time.” He grinned, quick with turning the keys in the ignition.

God, you loved this man. With every fiber of your being, you loved him. He was perfect for you and you could never imagine yourself with anyone else. You were sure he felt the same, making sure that you knew it every single day. The time apart only made your heart grow fonder, made every day with him that much more special.

You wouldn't change a thing.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

silver, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader

summary: Who said humans were animals of wisdom? For Yoongi, they’re animals of regret. Does that justify him cheating on his girlfriend with her/you? Absolutely not.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, smut (fem reader, car sex, fingering, m-receiving oral); non-idol!AU; angst; cheating; don’t do this to your significant other, please; Yoongi’s POV

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Bad decisions are born from frustration and resentment.

None of it was supposed to happen. His life was fine, perfect in some people’s eyes. He was dating the girl his parents had introduced him to because it made them happy. She was polite, had a good background, and a nice smile. There wasn’t anything wrong with her.

Except he felt miserable.

Min Yoongi felt suffocated, uninterested, and annoyed at their lack of chemistry. His girl was pretty, the conventional kind of prettiness that couldn’t be denied. Maybe there was something wrong with him. Maybe he just didn’t understand beauty or something. Maybe he was being selfish for wanting more. At the start, it was alright. It was a fun little game, figuring someone out. But instead of a maze, he was on a seesaw, trying to determine if this up and down was as simple was it seemed. It sucked. And now Yoongi wanted to get off, but it seemed too difficult. Too difficult to disappoint his parents, her parents, and her aspirations of him being a good little husband.

He wanted to throw up thinking about it.

And then, she was there.

Dark lipstick and a playful smile. Black eyeshadow, eyes like a panther. Silver rings that glimmered in the flashing club lights.  Silver chain necklaces tangled in a mess around her neck, framing that slightly rounder face instead of the conformist v-line everyone was starving themselves for. Black oversized hoodie that hung on her smaller frame, paired with that short, short black dress paired with chunky black ankle boots. Thighs that he wanted to sink his teeth into and mold with his hands.

That night, Yoongi had sat there with his beer, fixated on this new presence and wishing for the first time that he was single as fuck. He didn’t know if it was because he was so unhappy in his current relationship or if it was because he liked the way she looked. It didn’t matter. He burned with jealousy as she chatted with the bartender, silver rings flashing as she moved her hands animatedly to her story. At home, Yoongi had a good little girl waiting for him with her vanilla tastes and it made him sick to his stomach.

The worst part was, other than being boring as fuck, his girl was fine.

He watched as she leaned on her hand, grinning as the bartender poured her another shot. The grin of someone who did not give a fuck what anyone thought of her actions. Yoongi wanted to shove his dick into that face.

His phone buzzed and he wanted to throw it across the club. Instead, he pulled it from his pocket with a neutral expression and checked his messages. His girlfriend asking if he was alright or if he needed to be picked up. He responded that he was fine and that he would call a taxi home to be safe. Told her he loved her and realized he didn’t even mean it.

He must be the awful one.

When he looked up, she was gone. Good. Maybe she had finally left to give him and his mind some peace.

Jeon Jungkook was looking around, blinking confusedly. The youngest in their group, Yoongi always thought he looked the cutest when he was bewildered. Yoongi raised his eyebrow.

“Something wrong, bro?”

Jungkook frowned. “Where’s Taehyung?”

Ah, yes. Kim Taehyung. The one Yoongi thought was the most trouble even though he was a year older than Jungkook. Maybe it was because they had different viewpoints and they often clashed in opinion, Yoongi finding him too childish and simple in mentality in comparison to his. But eventually they learned to get along – a different viewpoint is not necessarily a wrong one. Yoongi learned that being childish once in while might actually lighten his outlook on life.

Alright, to be honest he realized he was a bit of a pessimistic jackass.

In any case, it was with that question that shit started to go downhill. Because the next thing Yoongi knew, Taehyung’s boyish, boxy smile came back with a grin and dark lipstick smeared down his chin. Next time he was with his friends, she showed up again, elbow resting on Taehyung’s shoulder, looking cool and comfortable in her black leather jacket and tiny as fuck black T-shirt dress.

Yoongi hated it.

She wore too many silver accessories that flashed in the light and made her stand out. Her makeup was too dark and haunted him in his dreams. She would sit next to Taehyung like his pet panther, complimenting his dark hair and sharp jawline with her wildness. It was torture, because Yoongi knew that he had a pretty little thing with a cute little voice waiting for him at home. It wasn’t what he wanted. What he wanted was this dangerous-looking woman who climbed into Taehyung’s lap and straddled him right in front of them, unashamed and unapologetic. Her fingers tangled in Taehyung’s hair and Taehyung’s large hand planted firmly on her ass as they had a casual conversation with Park Jimin like nothing weird was happening. Jimin had an open mind about it all – for him, as long as his best friend was happy, he didn’t see the problem. Also, she liked to press her tits against Taehyung’s chest and Jimin was a pervert.

Okay, yes, Yoongi knew he was jealous as fuck.

When Taehyung and her parted ways after a few months, he thought he was free. He thought he could forget about it all. He and his girlfriend were happy. They didn’t have sex anymore, but that happened sometimes. It was normal to settle down a bit after the honeymoon phase – if their few times of starfish sex could be considered a honeymoon phase.

He knew he was being overly mean, but he honestly didn’t give a shit at this point.

It wasn’t until he was having dinner with one of his close friends, Jung Hoseok, that he thought about her again. Hoseok was smiling, handing him some grilled meat, and chatting away. He liked talking to Hoseok. Hoseok made everything more light-hearted and fun. Hoseok was going on about something, but when Yoongi looked up, he saw her. All the way at the front of the restaurant, standing there with a leather jacket and tight black jeans. She was handing an elderly woman in a dirty apron a thick stack of papers and smiling. Tiny white crop top, lips painted dark red and eyes smoked with black. But the elderly owner was smiling, nodding as she pointed to the papers and spoke about them. The silver rings and silver chains flashed in the fluorescent lights.

Hoseok noticed his change in demeanor and turned around.

“Oh, that’s that woman Taehyung was seeing not too long ago,” Hoseok noted, tilting his head. “Taehyungie said she’s some kind of accountant for small businesses, but I didn’t know she did it for this place! Shall we go say hi?”

“No.”

Hoseok turned around, staring at him. “Huh?”

Yoongi looked down, staring at his bowl of rice. “She seems busy. Let her be.”

“Oh... Okay.”

His phone buzzed in his pocket. He wanted to smash it. Instead, he pulled it out of his pants and stared at it. His girlfriend, asking him to come home and not stay out too late. He frowned at it.

Hoseok prodded him and smiled. “Ah, sorry, have I kept you out too late? You better go home – I’ll pay today.”

Yoongi shook his head, pulling out his wallet. “No, no, I’ll pay. Least I could do,” he said. He pulled out some bills and stood up. “Stay and finish eating. Don’t let it go to waste.”

“Hey, hyung,” Hoseok called as Yoongi began to walk away. Yoongi turned to look back at him, seeing his friend’s heart-shaped smile and calming brown eyes.

“You should do what makes you happy, okay? Don’t get too caught up in who you think you should be.”

“Ah… right.”

He left the restaurant, out into the night. The cheer of the bustling street, filled with happy couples and laughing friends. The happy noise taunted him. Yoongi zipped his parka, shoving his phone deep in his pocket. He could smell the delicious scent of meat and rice from the restaurant behind him, mixing with the faint scent of cigarettes and car exhaust.

He looked up and she was there. Standing a little to the side, speaking with an older guy who was eyeing her tits. She shook her head, moving deftly away from his outstretched hand. Her fingers curled into a fist, silver rings flashing.

“Hey.”

Her head whipped around, eyes widening as she recognized him.

“I thought we were leaving? Come on.”

Yoongi grabbed her hand and pulled her along, burying them in the crowd. Her silver rings cut into his hand, but he held it tight, as if he was afraid that she would run away. After a few meters, she pulled her hand from his grasp.

“Oi, you didn’t have to do that,” she said sternly, frowning.

Yoongi shrugged. “I was just trying to save you the assault charges.”

She sighed and raised her hands, as if she was admitting her guilt. “Eh… alright then. Thanks, I guess.”

It was awkward. They never really talked when she was dating Taehyung, mostly because he knew he couldn’t control his mind when he was around her. She was polite to him, but there was definite distance between them.

“Hey, uh… can I ask you something?”

She tilted her head, running the tip of her tongue over her painted lips. Fuck.

“Are you seeing someone?”

“Me?” She pointed to herself and laughed, shaking her head. “Nah, I don’t want to be in a relationship. Just casual sex for me.” She pointed to him. “But aren’t you with someone? I recall Taehyungie telling me you had a cute little girlfriend.”

“We broke up.”

He said it without thinking. His face was neutral. She pursed her lips, watching him carefully.

“Hmm, I see,” she finally said.

He told himself to do it. He wanted it. He wanted it right now.

“Want to come with me for a bit?”

-

That’s how they ended up in the back of Yoongi’s car, her ring-covered hand grabbing the back of his head, pulling his lips to hers. She smelled like dark cherries, sugary and heavy. He felt her hot breath on his lips, her tongue darting out and licking him like a snake.

“What do you want? Your dick sucked? My pussy on your face? Me bouncing on your dick or on all fours?” she whispered, biting his lower lip and tugging on it lightly.

Fuck. All of it and there wasn’t enough time or space. “Don’t tempt me or I’ll rip your clothes off,” he growled.

She chuckled slyly, crashing her lips to his. Her lips were slippery, lipstick smearing against his lips as he kissed her, sucking on her tongue. She moaned into his mouth, so hot and sweet that his cock strained in his pants. She pulled back, lipstick down to her chin. One look in the rearview mirror and he knew he looked the same.

“Damn, Yoongi, you look sexy as fuck,” she breathed, grinning at him.

He felt his cheeks grow hot at the compliment. He hoped the dim streetlights of the parking lot didn’t give him away. She unzipped his parka, pulling his black shirt up his chest. He raised an eyebrow. She smirked, running her nails over his skin, giving him goosebumps. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Hey, if you’re going to look, let me look too.”

She raised her hands and grinned. “Sure.”

She shrugged off her leather jacket, letting it fall. Pulled down the straps of her tiny white crop top, letting her breasts spill out from the top. His eyes widened seeing her hard nipples right in front of his face. Tinted windows or not, it was still a semi-public area.

It made him even harder, if that was possible.

He reached up and rubbed his thumb against one, breath hitching at the hardness. She raised an eyebrow.

“Please don’t tell me you’re a vanilla boy,” she taunted, rolling her eyes.

His eyes narrowed and he pinched them roughly, making her squeal.

“What was that?” He let his voice drop several octaves, pinching them again.

She winced, but didn’t back down. “Best you can do?”

He gripped her nipples tightly and pulled up, earning him a pained moan. “Who do you think you’re testing?” he drawled, feeling her grind against his lap, too much fabric between them.

“That’s better,” she growled back, cocking her chin defiantly.

He grabbed her breasts and dug his nails into them, rubbing his palms against her nipples. They were deliciously soft, the skin smooth against his callouses. He could feel the cool metal of her silver necklines against his fingertips.

“Take off your jeans.”

She struggled to get out of them, pulling her jeans and panties off together. His heart skipped a beat as he witnessed the string of her juices snap against her thigh, glistening in the low light. The scent of her sex filled the small car, intoxicating him.

“Already wet for me, huh?”

She smirked. “What can I say? I have a weakness for assertiveness.”

He let go of her tits, tracing his fingers on her thighs. The thighs he dreamt about, the thighs he jacked off to when he was alone in the shower, the thighs he watched enviously clamp around Taehyung’s waist right in front of his face. They practically fucked when they were in public and it made him jealous and angry seeing their obvious lust for one another.

He sunk his fingers into those juicy thighs, sucking in a breath in satisfaction. Fuck, they were so fucking soft, so full and sexy in his hands.

“Spread those lips for me,” he breathed, eyes fixated on her pussy.

She leaned back a little, tongue in cheek. His eyes widened as he realized she had a tattoo on the right side of her inner thigh. A laughing cartoonish skull. God, what lucky fuck had done that? She reached down with her ringed fingers and forced her pussy open with two of them, wet, shiny, and quivering, the pink bud swollen with need. His arousal so strong that he would remember it for nights on end.

He reached out and pulled her to him by the waist, sliding his fingers up her inner thigh. Her breasts were pressed against his chest, nipples brushing against his skin. He squeezed the flesh next to her pussy, feeling her juices drip down the back of his hand. She sucked in a breath in anticipation. He turned his hand, brushing a fingertip against her wetness.

“Such a fucking tease,” she hissed, grabbing the back of his head and tangling her fingers in his hair.

He grinned devilishly. “So needy. Tell me what you want.”

Her lips brushed against his, eyes boring into his, burning with desire.

“Finger me with those delicious hands of yours.”

She kissed him, roughly, and he plunged his fingers into her wetness, almost moaning into her mouth as he felt her walls clench around him. He ground his knuckle against her clit as he worked her, turning her into a ruined mess above him. He was sure her juices were dripping onto his pants, covering him with her scent.

“Fuck, Yoongi, fuck!”

He didn’t care if she came or not, just kept pumping his fingers in and out of her, hard and fast. Her necklaces clattered against each other, clinking in rhythm of his thrusts. Each moan was his adrenaline, fingering her so hard she was bouncing in his lap, probably making his car rock with the motion.

He didn’t even care if someone knew. In fact, he wanted someone to know.

Her rings dug into his skin as she gripped onto his shirt, shuddering as she came all over his hand, so slick and wet that he slipped out by accident. He readjusted, but she grabbed his hand, pulling it up.

“You trying to put us in jail?” she snickered, backing up a little.

“If I can still fuck you in jail, does it matter?” he countered, licking his fingers. Oh, God. Sweet with a hint of sour, so fucking delicious that he wanted to drink it out of her right now.

She pushed him up, unbuttoning his pants as she did so. She yanked them down, his bare ass sticking to the leather of his seats. That kind of thing would really annoy him if it wasn’t for her bending down. The metal of her rings felt cool against his cock. She opened her mouth, tongue out and ass up. The image burned into his mind.

Fuck his girlfriend, he should have taken her home so they could have fucked on his bed.

She took him in her hot mouth, swirling her tongue around the head. Down, down. Lips pressed against the base of his cock. He could feel the lipstick leaving an imprint on his skin. Messy and erotic, exactly what he wanted. He pressed his head against the window, groaning as she began to bob her head up and down, awkwardly positioned in the car. The head of his cock hit the back of her throat and he moaned, feeling the muscles grip the head tightly before backing up again. The head scraped against the roof of her mouth, making his eyes roll back in his head with pleasure. Was getting head ever this good? Were lips really this soft, mouths really this tight? Her hands were gripping his hips, rings pinching his skin a little, but he didn’t care. The hint of pain heightened his senses, mixing with the pleasure.

He felt her pause and he looked down, seeing her mouth open just a little. He felt her tongue press against the base of his balls, teasing them and coating them in saliva.

“F-fuck me…” he hissed, breath hitching as she started up again, faster, tighter. He gripped the seat, not wanting to grab her head and ruin her pace. Her tongue pressed against the bottom of the head and he groaned, feeling the familiar tension at the base of his stomach.

“S-shit, I’m going to–”

He didn’t get to grit out any more words, because they turned into a dragged-out moan as he shot into her throat. She swallowed, holding to him tightly. He could hear each gulp loud and clear, punctuating his damnation. She licked him slowly, softly. He gasped at the sensitivity, squeezing his eyes shut as she milked out every last drop.

His dick slid out of her mouth with a wet plop, limply falling between his legs. Dark lipstick down to her chin, smokey eyes devilishly looking up at him. At that moment, Yoongi knew.

She was who he wanted.

-

Yoongi sat in the driver’s seat, wiping his mouth with a spare tissue. He was a sticky mess underneath his clothes. He didn’t really want to think about what he had just done. He could still smell her, her taste still coated on his tongue.

He sighed. He pulled out his phone from his pocket, turning it back on. He waited patiently, sitting in the darkness. He had offered to drop her off wherever she liked, but she just laughed and said she would be fine.

“I’m worried about the poor fool who tries to pick you up,” he had said with a smirk.

She was halfway out of his car, turning back and smiling.

“No promises.”

He touched the scrap of paper on the dashboard. He should throw it away. He felt the vibration of his phone, loading up all the messages and missed calls. He didn’t have to look. He knew who it was. After a long moment, Yoongi unlocked his phone and swiped all the notifications away.

And then he saved a new contact.

-

part ii

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masterpost

[bangtanoneshotsx]

Rain-Jungkook

I don’t really know what this is tbh. I’m not really back but this was just written one night at 2am

Somehow you didn’t hear the rain pounding against your office window. So as you looked up from your phone, finally seeing the outside from the small lobby of the office building you worked at, you silently cursed.

“Looks like there’s going to be a storm Miss.” The security guard spoke from his post, the small wrinkles in the corner of his eyes deepened with the gentle smile. With a sigh, you nodded, thanking him. Your bus stop was only a few minutes away, but still, in weather like this, it would feel like miles.

If the security guard was right, and there would be a storm, you couldn’t really chance it and wait in the lobby until the rain stopped. With the older man’s predictions you could be waiting all night. With another grumble, you zipped up your black bag, pulling your camel coat tighter around you. It was your one jacket without a zip, just flimsy buttons that wouldn’t do much. With another moment to brace yourself, you wished the security guard a goodnight before heading out. Instantly, you were drenched, the heels of your boots splashing the puddles, bringing up small droplets to the back of your legs. In the distance you could see your bus stop and the small shelter it provided. With your head down, and against the wind, you made your way to the stop.

Finally, you made it to the glass shelter, though the rain still pounded on the roof above you. You winced as you moved your soaked hair, the drops sliding down your back. Landing on the small bench, you let your back fall against the glass wall, your top sticking to your skin.

“I hear there’s a storm.” A deep voice brought your head up. A man, equally drenched as you stood just under the bus shelter. You noticed he wore a white blouse, that had turned slightly see-through, his sleeves rolled up, showing his tattoo covered arm

“So I’ve heard. Start of the season I suppose.” You murmured, glancing at the electronic sign telling you how far away the next bus was. The man grinned, sitting next to you. With a groan, he stretched, his head hitting the glass behind him.

“Is this the point where we stop pretending we don’t know each other?” You gave a burst of laughter, rolling your eyes. With your head to the side, you noticed him looking at you.

“How was work Jungkook?” You finally asked. Jungkook gave a gentle sigh.

“Yoongi was stressed, the client wanted the next four songs at the end of the week.”

“What does that mean for you?” Jungkook’s neutral expression quickly turned into a proud grin.

“It means I get to help produce and edit the songs.”

“Jungkook that’s great!” Jungkook’s cheeks were tinted red, though you could still see the pride in his expression.

“You think so?”

“Of course! This is what you’ve been waiting for.” Jungkook hummed, the smile on his face content.

“What about you? How was your boss?” With a groan, you slumped. Jungkook sat quietly as words tumbled out of you, all the stress from that day leaving you.

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“I checked the weather. I swear it said sunny all day.” You could only laugh as Jungkook panicked, jumping to his feet as he tried to stuff everything into the picnic basket he had brought. It was your first date. Finally, after months of meeting at the bus stop Jungkook had plucked up the courage.

“Jungkook it’s okay! Don’t worry.” Jungkook’s eyebrows were furrowed, his shoulders tense as he panicked more. Bending down, you picked up the last few items, a couple of wine glasses, and a small plastic box that contained some homemade food that apparently his friend had made for him.

“The car’s too far!” You shouted over the rain and the howling wind that had just started. You could see Jungkook scan the park before he grabbed your wrist. With a shout to follow him, he pulled you under a big oak tree. Jungkook’s wide eyes were focused on you as he dropped the basket, the plates inside clinking as he did so.

“I can’t believed it rained.” You laughed, tilting your head up. The only sound you could hear for the next few minutes was the rain hitting the leaves of the tree, enclosing you in a mystical bubble. Jungkook hadn’t spoke, instead he just watched, his lips in a small, twitchy smile.

“You okay Jungkook?” You asked softly. You knew he could be a perfectionist sometimes. And you weren’t so sure if the sudden change in weather had ruined his plans. “Jungkook.” Without a word, Jungkook stepped forward, resting his right, tattooed hand on your cheek. You could feel your breath hitch in your throat, your heart pounding in your ears. With a slight moment of hesitance, almost nerves, Jungkook pressed his lips softly against yours. His confidence grew quickly as his hand on your waist tightened.

After a few seconds, he stepped back, his forehead resting against yours.

“I always found kissing in the rain romantic.” He spoke, almost breathless. A deep chuckle escaped him as you rolled your eyes, hitting him playfully.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You held a flute of champagne in your right hand. A grin on your face as you spoke with his mother, and now since four hours ago, your mother-in-law. You wore a sparkling white dress, the thin spaghetti straps that held it up, digging slightly into your shoulders. He stood to the side, his six closest friends next to him. You could see his eyes crinkle as he gave a certain type of smile that told you he was embarrassed. Jin was laughing, his hand slapping Jungkook’s back. With your conversation with your mother-in-law falling to a natural ending, you took a sip of your champagne.

“I better go save him.” You joked, thanking your mother-in-law once more. As soon as you got within hearing distance of the group of men, Hoseok grinned, nodding at you.

“Y/N, you look beautiful tonight.”

“Thank you.” Smiling, you felt Jungkook’s arm wrap around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder. You could feel your cheeks heating up as you noticed the boys watching the two of you, pride in their eyes as they looked at their youngest. You knew at that moment they had realised how much he had grown up.

“So does anyone know what the weather is like in….” You trailed off, waiting for someone to fill in the blank. With a chuckle, Jungkook held you tighter, placing a kiss on the side of your head.

“Nice try. But even they don’t know.” Quickly, you tried to find any hint of deceit in their faces. Finding none, your eyebrows rose in shock.

“Really?” You exclaimed, a huff leaving you. Namjoon shook his head, an apologetic smile on his face.

“Sorry Y/N, he doesn’t trust us.” You sighed, defeated to the fact that you wouldn’t know where your honeymoon was until you were at the gate waiting to go on the plane. The honeymoon was the one thing Jungkook wanted to be in charge of, he wanted to keep it a surprise. Why, you had no idea. Before you could interrogate them anymore the DJ started to play a familiar tune. With his hand away from your waist and now held out to you, Jungkook grinned.

“May I have this dance?”

You were only a couple seconds into your first dance, your guests now surrounding you, the occasional click of a camera interrupting the soft beat. Although you had practically tuned everything else out, you still heard it. The first few raindrops were soft against the fabric of the marquee. Until suddenly, harsh raindrops fell, almost covering the song. You burst out with laughter, looking up to notice Jungkook was grinning.

“I suppose I shouldn’t have expected anything else.” You grinned, your voice soft. Jungkook hummed, placing a quick peck on your lips as he brought you into a twirl.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Can you bring his jacket down too please!” You shouted up the stairs to Jungkook, who was currently on the search for his raincoat. With a shout to let you know he heard, you focused back on your son. He sat at the bottom of the staircase, his eyes wide and resembling Jungkook’s as he wore one red rain boot, his scarf and beanie already on. He was only four, but already he looked so much like Jungkook. He sat patiently as you helped him slip on the other boot.

“Is it red?” Jungkook shouted after a few minutes of silence. You winced as you could already imagine the mess he had created by pulling everything out of the closet.

“Yeah! It should be on the right side.” Softly you smiled at your son, fixing his scarf so it kept him warm.

“You know where your jacket is don’t you?” Your son nodded, agreeing with you. “Great, why don’t you go help your dad?” With a jump, your son raced up the stairs. You could tell when he found Jungkook, by your husband’s exclamation, his cheerful voice straining as he probably picked up your son. You took the few minutes of silence to get yourself ready. Slipping on your boots and your raincoat, you pulled up your hood just in time to see Jungkook holding your son’s hand as he jumped down each step. With the last one, you caught him as he jumped, bringing him onto your hip. He giggled as you tickled him, grinning.

“Did you show your dad where your jacket was? Did you go save the day?” Your son lit up with the mention of ‘saving the day’. He was currently into superheroes, so much that you were surprised that there wasn’t an argument about not wearing his cape outside.

“You ready?” It may seem like you were going on a big adventure, but really you were just going out into your driveway and garden. It was raining, and per tradition, you were getting ready to go out to jump in the puddles.

You swung open the front door to reveal the rain pounding the stone driveway, the front yard already becoming muddy and covered with puddles. With Jungkook’s permission, your son raced out, jumping as high as he could and landing in a puddle. The muddy water that had gathered covered his rain boots and splashed his jeans.

You yelped as Jungkook pulled you out of the house. With a flash, he pushed down your hood, grinning.

“Jungkook!” You exclaimed, though you were quickly cut off by his lips on yours.

Rain had somehow become a constant in your relationship with Jungkook. Something that often changed your plans. You weren’t sure how it happened. All you knew, as you jumped in the puddles, holding Jungkook’s hand tightly and watching your son play with your small white dog that had escaped outside, was that the rain created the best memories.

[writtenvisionary]

Do It Again - fanfic

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He sighs, stealing a long glance at the beautiful girl standing by her locker. Her friends surround her, listening eagerly to her story. She talks with her hands — her small hands with nails painted pink \ and the smile on her face is contagious as she becomes increasingly more immersed in her tale by the minute.

His heart skips a beat when she laughs. He can hear it all the way from down the school hall and he has to look away. If he didn't, who knows how long he'd last.

She's breathtakingly gorgeous and adorable all wrapped in one petite human. He doesn't think there could be anyone more perfect.

He wants to hold her. He's not so sure why. But he wants her friends to go away. He wants to ask — right now.

It's taking forever. Good heavens, he can't wait any longer. And god knows that girl can ramble.

A grin forms on his face at the thought (and he's sure he looks ridiculous, but he can't bring himself to care).

Man, he's whipped.

Her friends are finally gone, he realizes.

He must have been lost in his own thoughts (about her) for so long that he never noticed their absence.

She turns back to face her locker, opening it with ease.

Shit. Now's my chance.

Swallowing his nerves, he takes a step forward.

Progress. Progress.

Another step. Then he stops.

I can't.

He watches as she pulls out a textbook and expertly opens her backpack with her other hand. He's mesmerized by her abilities. He's mesmerized by her.

Ah, shit. Focus!

He manages another step towards her.

Then suddenly her backpack is zipped closed and her locker is secured once again. Her dark locks flow so elegantly through the air as she whips around.

They meet eyes. She smiles. He nearly trips.

Shit, shit, fuck.

"Hey!"

Is she talking to me?

"Why aren't you moving?"

The melodious sound of her giggle blesses his ears once again. He tries not to smile like a complete idiot, but he fails.

Just his luck.

He forces himself out of his frozen state, pushing back his irrational fears (making their presence known only at this very moment) and takes those last. few. steps. to stand in front of the girl. The girl who will hopefully be his girl, very soon.

When he arrives to his mark, he exhales in relief.

He's pleasantly surprised that he didn't trip and fall on his way there.

—

"Hi," he mutters, nervously. Rolling his lips in, he waits.

"Hi," she giggles.

He takes a deep breath and just goes for it.

"Will you go out with me?"

Her eyes light up in pure excitement.

To say he's relieved at this immediate reaction would be an understatement.

But then her excited expression turns… playful?

Realistically, he shouldn't be worried.

For some reason, he is.

"That depends," she starts, with that beautiful voice which sounds very seductive and oh my god her hand is on my chest—

"What do you have planned?"

Gulp.

—

"I'll pick you up at eight…"

"Uh huh…"

"And we can drive around?" He suggests.

"Mm, sounds nice already."

He gains some confidence, "I'll take you to the beach and then we can head downtown?"

She seems to think about it for a moment.

"Hmm… can I hold your hand?"

He smiles.

"We'll walk around downtown while you hold my hand," he confirms.

Licking his lips, he takes a small step forward, pulling her closer to his chest.

"Then we'll park and lay down on the hood of my car…"

Her smile widens.

"…We can just listen to the airplanes while we count the stars."

This time, her heart picks up. She can nearly feel it beating out of her chest.

"Tonight," he finishes, "I'll be your man."

She wishes she could stop smiling.

"On one condition."

"Yes?"

The innocence in his voice strikes her in the right place. Her smile is still unwavering.

"Tomorrow, we can do it again."

—

He wishes he had more to give her. Somehow, the beach and downtown and airplanes and stars just weren't enough. She was his everything; his world. And he wishes he could give her the world right back.

Because a girl that shines as bright as she does; a girl that is rich in everything but money and fame; a girl that pays attention to him even when he doesn't deserve it…

A girl like her is too good to be true.

Too good for him.

As he snuggles the stuffed dolphin she gifted him for their one-week-aversary, he sighs.

She deserves better than him.

He wishes he had the world to give. He would give it in a heartbeat, no questions asked.

Maybe then, he would feel good enough for her. Maybe then, he would feel like he was rich in something, like her.

Maybe then, he'd be rich with love.

And he knows for a fucking fact that he would give her everything he had.

Every. Single. Thing.

—

She had one condition.

And he didn't follow it.

Obviously, she didn't mean tomorrow, tomorrow… right? Because it's been a little over a week.

A WEEK.

But he's not one to break his promises. Would that be considered a promise?

He thinks so.

His finger hovers over the little phone icon at the corner of her contact page. He wants to call her, he does. Her voice is the reason he wakes up in the morning. Hearing it would be amazing right now.

No, that's not the problem.

You see, he doesn't want to admit it, but he's nervous.

Will she be mad if I ask now?

The answer is no, for the record. He's pretty sure he knows that.

'I was kidding,' she'll reassure him.

Deep breaths. You got this.

"Hey, what's—"

"Do you want to go out with me?"

He face palms.

But her gorgeous laugh floats through the phone's speaker and into his ears. He pulls his hand away from his face.

"Silly goose, what are you talking about? We're already—"

"I promised you we'd do it again, so we're doing it again. It may not be tomorrow, like you said a week ago, but it can be tonight."

Her silence on the line gives him a moment to glance at the clock.

7:47.

"Look, I'll be there in 10 minutes. I've got it all planned."

—

That laugh keeps him going. Her smile helps him sleep at night. The feeling of her warm, small hand in his is a gentle reminder that she's there. With him, in this moment of time.

It's all he could ever ask for.

Cars past them as they walk along the strip of stores open downtown. Colorful lights flash on around the couple as it starts to get dark, and their feet guide them around the town, coming full circle.

The lights that were once off are now on, leaving no corner of the little city dimmed.

She stops in her tracks, staring in awe at twinkling lights, which hang from a small gazebo near the park. Her eyes sparkle in amazement, mouth agape.

"Surprise?"

"Oh my goodness, you—"

"I just put the lights on it," he chuckles, "The gazebo was already there."

She shakes her head, "How come I never noticed it before?"

"You were probably laughing at a really bad joke you had just told."

"I don't tell bad jokes!"

"Uh huh."

A giggle erupts out of her throat, to her dismay.

"So… no car rooftop star-gazing tonight?"

He gives a very prominent shake of his head before pulling his hand out of hers'.

"Oh no, we're still doing that. But right now I want to just look at you."

She tilts her head in confusion.

He clarifies, "I don't want to look at the stars or listen to planes or anything. I want to admire you. And your beauty."

A reddish tint overcomes both her cheeks.

"And your intelligence. And your—"

"Shut up," she mutters.

"Okay. For now."

The new couple is silent for a minute as he starts making his way under the gazebo. She follows. He turns to stares at her.

It's not weird. She doesn't know why it's not weird. Like, he's literally just STARING at her and that should creep her out but it doesn't.

Is that a problem?

No. Because when she looks into his deep, brown eyes, she is reminded of the kind-hearted person who carried her books on the first day of classes. When she looks at his blonde locks, she has the urge to run her fingers through it for hours on end. When she looks to his lips, she finds herself wanting to feel them. On hers'.

Now that's definitely weird.

He takes a step closer.

But is it?

He starts leaning in.

If she does too, she doesn't notice.

Suddenly, their lips collide. Melding in perfect harmony; moving in sync. Her fingers live out their dream, running through his hair. His hands rest on her hips, gently pulling her closer.

Lost in their own world, they imagine what it's like to live their lives together. Kids, birthdays, a house, and so much more. It all flashes right before them.

It's over too quick, they think (and it might be awkward to go back for more).

But the night isn't over yet.

—

The stars are beautiful, but not as beautiful as her eyes, in his opinion. Not as beautiful as her laugh, or smile, or personality.

Nobody is really traveling tonight. One airplane so far.

He's ready to book his own flight.

To his honeymoon.

Realistically, he's in way over his head. It's been a week.

His parents will say he's not ready for marriage; that he doesn't know what love is.

Pfft. Yeah, right.

This girl is love. He knows it when he sees it.

He bites his lip. It's too early. He doesn't want to ruin what they have.

But, "I love you."

FUCK. DID HE SAY THAT OUT LOUD?

He must have gotten extra lucky, because—

"I love you, too."

—

Being by her side is one thing, but being welcomed to glide his hands over her body makes him feel alive.

Her lips are fruity. She is beautiful. He wants her.

This is way different than she anticipated. Holding his hand was level one, and now she feels like she's on top of the world.

His lips are soft. He is dashing. She wants him.

Awkward as it was, their bodies moved in perfect harmony.

He couldn't deny it.

She couldn't deny it.

They were made for each other in every way possible.

Soulmates. They were soulmates.

And they only had half an hour before her parents came home.

Neither wanted to rush it, but it was their time.

"Let's just take this moment," he had whispered in her ear just minutes earlier. "It's ours, okay?"

His eyes flicker down to her lips, "You don't want to waste it, do you?"

—

'I'm not sure," she matches his whisper. "It-it's only been a few months and I—"

He breathed, "I love you."

It tickled her face, his breath, and she used every ounce of will not to lean just a millimeter closer.

Their lips were about to connect.

"I'm not ready."

"You'll never be ready, minou…"

She hesitated.

"Babe, I…" she sighed and shook her head. "I can't."

"You don't want to miss out on this. On us. Please."

All she could come up with was, "We'll regret it, A—"

"There is nothing to regret."

"There is a lot to regret."

He was silent for a moment.

But then he smirked.

"Like what?"

"Like… do we have protection?"

A teasing look was sent her way.

"I always keep it in my bag," he offered.

She pondered, then—

"It's too early. We're too young."

"It's not too early," he licked his lips, "And I'd rather experience this when I'm young.

"Before I fade away."

She gulped, searching his brown eyes in the darkness.

"Regrets don't fade away," she stated firmly.

He nodded.

"Exactly."

Her head tilted in confusion. He reiterated.

"If this… us… is something we regret, then we won't fade away."

—

On their one year anniversary, he couldn't think of anything more fitting.

"So," he smiles dopily. "I've got it planned."

He doesn't need to say anything else; this has become routine.

She scrunches up her nose cutely, giving him a smile.

"Perfect. Pick me up at eight?"

"Precisely."

—

He gazes at the girl lying next to him.

The moonlight shines on her face. She's gorgeous.

"Oooh," she exclaims quietly, pointing up above them.

He follows her finger, his eyes landing on the moon.

"That's—" he giggles, "That's the moon, silly goose."

She turns her head to look at him and smiles.

"You're my moon. And my goose," she chuckles.

He mimics her chuckle.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

She shrugs.

"If I could go anywhere…" she starts, in lieu of a response. "I wouldn't.

"I'm happy right here, with you right next to me, as we fall asleep under the stars just for our parents to call and wake us up."

He lets out a laugh at that, grabbing ahold of the small hand resting on her chest.

She continues, "You're mine. And I'm so glad that I can call you mine."

—

The blonde grins.

"Remember when I first asked you out?" He asks.

"How could I forget?"

His smile wavers as he turns serious, meeting her eyes.

"I said that I'll be your man."

"And you are."

"But I only said for that night."

She raises an eyebrow.

"Your point?"

He smiles again, "I'm really happy you agreed."

"Of course. You're amazing."

"And so are you," he pecks her nose.

They fall into a comfortable silence, watching the stars yet again.

And… just loud enough so she can hear, he speaks softly.

"I'll be your man tonight, and forever… and I'll give you everything I can. I promise."

She looks over at him again, admiring his side profile.

His skin shines in the moonlight so magnificently. It's almost royal.

She gulps.

The heaviness of the statement hit her hard.

Taking a deep breath, she responds.

"I promise, too."

- And tomorrow we can do it again -

[sw124]

[Lamia-Birdy-Bitty Daily life!18]

Hello my lamia lovers how you doing, good I hope! I for sure am having a awesome day! Exciting news to share on so many levels! First off is news on my friend Casey and her boyfriend Roy, they decided to tie the knot! Yes their getting married, I was so happy to hear the news.

But of course due to the issue with Covid no wedding was held but then again thats fine for them cause their not big on the whole ‘wedding party’ thing. Instead they went to the court house, got the papers, signed it and made it official.

Casey called me to see if I was alright and among other things tell me the news. She wished me good health but then they asked me a strange question.

“What do you think we should do now that we’re married?”

Odd question to ask a friend who’s single but then again she’s always asked me questions that have hard answers too cause I think of multiple answers.

I told her “Well have you guys thought about a honeymoon or buying a bigger house?”

She tells me they plan one when they get their vaccines and things start settling down and as for a bigger house they’re happy where they are since they don’t plan on having any kids.

“Well since those are solved how about you get yourself another bitty, another Lamia maybe or different kind of bitty, you know one to keep Zippy company or to join you in your yoga.”

Thats what she was originally thinking of, she told me that Roy has always wanted a Coral/Cherry lamia since he was little. That surprised me a little and I asked her for details on this.

She told me that Roy is a naturally giving person and when he was younger his older sister got herself a mini Coral. His sister is 10 years older then him. So she was 18 an he was only 8, but despite her parents protest and trying to use 8 year old Roy as an excuse, she got herself a Coral. His name was Cuda, named after the type of car his sister liked.

Apparently he loved Cuda just as much as his sister did but as many of us can guess; his sister moved out for collage and to start her own life, thus taking Cuda with. Since then he’s always wanted to get one of his own. The house they live in would support having two full sized lamias like a Coral and Pygmy...I hated to do this but I had to tell her something.

“Um...Casey thats great he wants one and all, but does he know that Pygmy’s and Corals don’t get along sometimes; if not introduced properly. Cherries especially don’t do to well with Pygmy’s cause of their sensitive nature...”

She was confused, so I continued.

“Well, what I’ve learned from Vex is that Cherries need a lot of attention and reassurance. Corals are one thing cause their confident enough to know that even if they share a house with another bitty they’ll still get love from the owner/owners or possibly from other bitties in the home. However Cherries don’t have that confidence and ...well Zippy isn’t the kind to stay and cuddle nor does he respect boundaries at times unless established early on, Cherries also get massively insecure when there are bitties’/lamias who don’t understand their needs. But if your sure you guys want a Cherry take my advice and bring Zippy to Vex’s shop, ask her if there are Cherries that can tolerate Zippy’s hyper nature.”

She asked if there weren’t any that could tolerate Zippy.

I told her this. “Well I suggest getting a Chain or King if your gonna adopt a Cherry. Chains are natural comfort experts who’d give Cherries not only that but their unique soul bonding can help them gain some confidence. Kings are also great protectors and with their energy can easily keep up with Zippy but also keep a sense of order.”

She replied that she’s not a fan of Chains or Kings, she didn’t give a explicit reason but I think that one full-size Kings are too big to fit in her house; similarly for Chains but its more that she’s…intimidated by them. I relayed my earlier suggestion and go to Vex’s shop and see if you can find one. Further more I explained that she needs to have a sit down with Zippy and establish some stern ground rules if they get a Cherry.

We ended our call, wishing her good luck in both her marriage and her finding a Cherry.

[Update!]

Ok I got an update for you guys on Casey an Roy, yes they got a Cherry Coral, full size too. Oh he’s just the cutest thing, they named him Zapper. I laughed and told her that it was either a ZZ Top reference or you just wanted to call them Zip and Zap. She told me it was both.

She told me they took Zippy when they went to the shop, it was cute hearing how Roy gushed over the Cherry Corals. He found one that just bonded to him quickly, now the interaction with Zippy and Zapper was a bit touch and go but before they came to the store they had a sit down with Zippy. They explained and [gently but sternly] explained the do’s and don’t of what to do around his new sibling.

An from what I’ve seen and heard things are going somewhat well, again still touch and go. But once in a while I’m asked to bring Dante or Chip over when Zap needs a break from Zippy.

[Or when Roy is out getting stuff an will be out for more then a few hours.]

Zap really likes Dante but lets face it he’s just smitten with Roy, the two of them have already bonded so much. I’ve gone over to their place and hehe oh my gosh, Roy had Zapper all bundled up like a burrito and was snuggled with him on the couch. If I didn’t know better it was like watching a father and his baby bond while watching TV.

[which they were doing, some random game show]

I’ve seen they even set up different corners or spaces in each room for Zip and Zap, if that ain’t smartest thing I’d ever seen. Heck they have a ‘cool down’ corner in case one of them has a meltdown or needs to have space.

I’m really glad these two found a system for their babies.

[For info on Cherry Corals or Corals in general please speak to @vex-bittys she’ll help you out]

[wishuhadstayed]

First comes love, Then comes marriage....

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Word Count: 3.2k 😳

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy (does that need a warning?) otherwise, none.

Summary: Aaron and reader return from their honeymoon with some exciting news (Part 7 to Begin Again)

Author’s note: Y’all know I couldn’t just leave it at a wedding 😘 (also the pic below is terrible quality but this is what I envision Aaron looks like on the honeymoon, plus slight beard, of course. You’re welcome 😏😉)

Previous Chapter

Masterlist

Two weeks in the south of France had been the best of your life. Aaron, being a hopeless romantic had wanted something special for your honeymoon and planned it all, with a little assistance from Rossi and Emily, of course. No typical cruise to the Bahamas would do for his beloved wife.

Three days after your fairytale wedding found you lying facedown on a beach, warmed by golden rays of sunlight. The sound of waves crashing on the sand a soothing melody. A deep, familiar voice cuts in.

“You’re gonna get burnt if you don’t use some sunscreen.”

Turning your head and squinting one eye open, you spy Aaron. Dressed in nothing but a pair of swim trunks, he is truly a sight to behold. Broad shoulders, bare chest, all toned, athletic muscle, and all yours.

“Help me out?” you request, coyly biting your lip. “So I don’t miss a spot.”

“I’d love to,” he replies.

Next thing you knew, he was on top of you knees straddling either side of your waist as he leaned forward and pressed a lingering kiss to the nape of your neck. Putting his massive hands to good work, he slowly massages the coconut scented lotion into every inch of flesh not covered by your bathing suit.

“Easy there, we are still in public,” you remind and he lets out a pouty groan. Moving from on top of you, he settles so close that your legs touch and fixes you with his best sad puppy look. It wins you over every time.

“The day is still young, my love,” you say, reaching to stroke his scruffy jaw. The mischievous grin he flashes in return is enough to make your heart skip a beat.

——————————————————————————

“Aaron,” you call from the bathroom as you’re preparing to go out for dinner. He arrives momentarily, dress shirt slightly unbuttoned and tie draped over his shoulder.

“What is it, darling?”

“Can you zip me up?”

“Of course, dear,” he replies, pulling your hips flush to him before tugging the zipper into place. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he places a warm, scratchy kiss just below your right ear, melting you instantly.

Taking in your form in the mirror, he comments, “You look ravishing.”

“If you don’t stop, we’re never going to make it to dinner.”

“Would that be such a sin?”

“You know we’ll probably never get another chance like this,” you remind him while buttoning up his shirt. “We should enjoy it while it lasts.”

“Alright, you win. Fancy dinner it is.”

——————————————————————————

The next morning, you woke early. Rolling over in bed, you find Aaron still asleep, his face serene. Not wanting to disturb your husband’s much needed rest, you slip quietly to the bathroom and into the large tub.

Waking alone, Aaron gets up to investigate, finding you submerged in the tub, the water and bubbles barely protecting your modesty.

“Good morning,” he says, taking in the sight before him with dark, hungry eyes. “Couldn’t sleep?”

“No. And you looked so peaceful I couldn’t bear to wake you.”

“Mind if I join you?”

“I had just started washing my hair.”

“I can help with that.”

Sliding forward, you create just enough room for him to settle behind you. Resting your head on his bare chest, you let out a soft sigh of contentment. His strong hands work the lavender scented shampoo through your hair, forming a rich lather as he gently massages your scalp.

“Mmmm, we should do this every day,” you whisper.

“I wish we could, but it’s back to the real world soon.”

“Let’s not think about that. Let’s just stay like this a while longer.”

——————————————————————————

Eight weeks after the honeymoon and things had indeed gone back to normal. Aaron had gone back to work, and you were running yourself ragged trying desperately to keep up with Jack. Between school, soccer practice, keeping the house clean, and trying to squeeze in time with Aaron whenever he was home, you were genuinely exhausted.

Early one Saturday morning you’re rudely awakened by a sudden and powerful wave of nausea. Shoving Aaron’s shoulder, you try to rouse him. “Hmm? What is it babe?” he manages, still half asleep.

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” you groan, clutching your stomach.

“What?” he questions, now more alert.

“I feel like I’m gonna puke.”

With that statement he rises, scooping you up from the bed and carrying you swiftly to the master bathroom. He places you gently on the cool tile in front of the toilet not a moment too soon. He smooths your hair away from your face as another wave of nausea overwhelms you, forcing everything out of your stomach. As you place your face on the cool porcelain bowl, he rubs your back soothingly.

“Are you alright, baby?”

“Yeah,” you reply shakily. “I actually feel a lot better now.”

Sitting up slowly, you turn to face him and see the thoughtful look on his face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I was just thinking...” he murmurs quietly, voice trailing off.

“Thinking what?”

“Are you pregnant?”

“PREGNANT?” you practically screech, eyes wide with shock. “You think I’m pregnant?!”

Pulling you close he explains. “You have been saying that you’ve been super tired lately.”

“I’ve been taking care of a 6 year old boy and running a house by myself, OF COURSE I’M TIRED,” you state crossly, unwilling to believe his explanation.

“I know you have darling,” he soothes, softly stroking your back. “But this seems like a classic case of morning sickness.”

Thinking about it, you can’t really help but agree, even if you’re not quite ready to accept it. “Yeah,” you sigh, leaning your head on his strong shoulder. “You’re probably right.”

“We should get a test. Just to be sure.”

——————————————————————————

Returning from the drugstore, you both head for the master bathroom once more.

“Wait here,” you request. “I’ll call you in once I’m done.”

A few moments later, you call and he enters. Finding you seated on the tile, he wraps his arms around you.

“How long do you have to wait?” he inquires.

“Three minutes.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Honestly?”

“Yes.”

“Terrified.”

Feeling you start to tremble, he squeezes you reassuringly. “Everything’s going to be alright.”

“If you say so.”

“Well, it should be about time. You ready?”

“I can’t look, Aaron. You do it.”

Shifting slightly, he reaches for the test perched on the edge of the countertop. After a moment of silence, you can’t take it anymore.

“Oh come on! Out with it, you’re torturing me.”

Looking into your eyes with the warmest smile, he says, “It’s positive. We’re having a baby.”

Hearing the confirmation, you burst into tears immediately.

“What’s wrong, my love?” He asks, pulling you closely to his chest and planting a soft kiss to forehead.

Looking up into his perfect chocolate eyes, you confess. “I want to have a baby with you, I really do. I’m just scared. So... scared,” you sigh.

“I know it’s unexpected and really soon, but we’ll figure it out. We always do, dear. I suppose this means you’d rather not meet the team for brunch today.”

“Crap!” you exclaim. “That is today isn’t it? No, we have to go. We promised. I’ll never hear the end of it if we don’t show.”

“We can reschedule if you want.”

“No, I’ll go. It’s fine. Just please don’t tell them, Aaron. I know you’re excited, but I’m just not ready.”

“I swear on my honor, I will not tell a soul.”

——————————————————————————

The whole way to the restaurant Aaron could barely keep his hands off of you and focus on the road. He was every inch the proud dad already, and no one even knew except the two of you. You had to admit seeing him so excited was exceptionally cute, and secretly it made you the tiniest bit excited as well.

Walking up to the restaurant, Aaron keeps a steady and reassuring hand at the small of your back. Approaching the door, Aaron opens it allowing you to enter first.

“There’s the happy couple!” Announces Rossi, standing to greet you both. The two of you make your rounds at the table exchanging hugs and handshakes with the whole team before taking your seats. Looking around, you notice Penelope has already taken the liberty of ordering mimosas for all the ladies.

Quickly flagging down the waiter you ask, “Can I have a glass of water please? Thank you so much.”

“What’s up, sugar?” Penelope inquires. “You’re not drinking? You just got married! You should still be celebrating!”

Trying not to raise too much suspicion, you do your best to brush it off with a reasonable excuse. “We had enough alcohol on our honeymoon to last a lifetime,” you laugh, hoping no one sees through your little white lie.

“Speaking of alcohol, I have a great story for you all,” you say with a sly grin.

“Oh no,” Aaron groans, covering his flushed face in embarrassment. “Do you have to tell it in front of everyone?”

“YES,” you insist. “It’s the sweetest thing. We had dinner one night with plenty of wine and when we got back to the hotel, he crashed on the bed, still completely dressed in his evening wear. I knew it wouldn’t be comfortable to sleep in all that, so I started trying to take off his jacket and unbutton his shirt when he starts struggling and swatting my hands.

I heard him mumble, “stop, don’t touch me,” but I really didn’t think anything of it and kept on. Next thing I know, he’s slapping my hands again and I swear to God his exact words were,

“Stop trying to get me naked! I’m married! I love my wife!”

I almost cried laughing, I swear. I grabbed his hands so he’d stop swatting me and said, “Aaron! Aaron!” That finally got his attention. “I am your wife.”

“Oh,” he said, giving a thoughtful look. “In that case, carry on.” And then he immediately passed out again.”

By the end of the story, the whole team is roaring with laughter and Aaron is looking like he’d very much like to crawl under the table and hide.

“Oh my God,” says JJ, wiping tears from laughing so hard. “That is the cutest thing I’ve ever heard!”

“I’m never going to live this down, am I?” Questions Aaron.

“Afraid not, boss man.” Morgan replies.

“Can we please change the subject?” your husband pleads.

Having pity on Aaron, Emily steers the conversation ina different direction.

“How have things been since you got home?”

“It’s been good,” you reply. “I’m just so tired! Keeping up with Jack and taking care of everything when Aaron’s gone is a full time job,” you say, patting Aaron’s knee and giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“She’s been amazing, honestly. Jack loves having mom around. I was getting a little worried because she’s been feeling a little under the weather lately, but she seems a lot better now.”

Across the table, you can see the wheels turning in Penelope’s mind. Before you can even guess what she might be up to, she blurts out,

“Are you pregnant?”

The whole table goes silent in anticipation of your response.

You feel Aaron’s hand squeezing your leg under the table and you wrinkle your face in frustration as you give him permission.

“Go ahead and tell them,” you sigh.

At this everyone’s eyes widen as they listen closely.

Aaron speaks up. “Well, we were going to wait a while before telling anyone, but,”

“I’m pregnant,” you interrupt.

The whole table erupts into excited chatter.

“That’s fantastic news you two,” Rossi says. “It’s about time I had another kid around to spoil.”

“Congratulations,” offers Reid. “This baby will be lucky to have such great parents.”

“Oh, Jack is going to be such a good big brother,” gushes JJ.

“This baby is so loved already.” Emily comments.

“That’s gonna be one good looking kid,” Morgan chimes in, making everyone laugh.

“Is it a boy or a girl?” Penelope inquires.

“We honestly have no idea,” you reply. “We found out just before you did.”

“Oh my God. Oh my God” Penelope stammers out, clearly panicking. “I had no idea! That was so rude of me to ask. I am SO sorry.”

“It’s okay, Penny!” you reassure. “You all would have figured it out sooner or later. Besides, we both want you all to a big part of this baby’s life. We love you all.”

“Does this mean we get to plan a baby shower?” Emily asks.

“If you want to, then absolutely!” you encourage.

Gazing at Aaron, you see him glowing with pride and excitement. Seeing his infectious smile and feeling his hand squeeze yours, you could feel your nerves melting away. You couldn’t help but begin to be a little excited for your growing family.

——————————————————————————

The two of you decided that you needed to break the news to Jack as soon as possible to avoid anyone letting it slip before you got a chance. The next morning as the three of you are all snuggled on the couch watching Sunday morning cartoons, Aaron gently broaches the subject.

“Hey, Jack?”

“Yes daddy?”

“How would you feel about being a big brother?”

“A big brother?” He asks, quizzical look on his face.

“Yeah, buddy,” Aaron replies. “How would you like a baby brother or sister?”

Turning to face you, Jack asks matter-of-factly, “Mama, are you having a baby?”

“Yes I am, little man,” you respond, ruffling his thick blonde hair. “How does that make you feel?”

“It’s cool!” he says, grinning widely.

“You’re not gonna be jealous are you?” Aaron asks. “Because Mama’s going to be spending a lot of time taking care of the baby when I’m not home.”

“No, daddy! I’m gonna help, just like I do all the time when you’re gone. I’m gonna be the best big brother ever!”

Tearing up, you give Jack a tight hug.

“I love you so much, buddy.”

“I love you more Mama,” he says, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

With that, a giant weight is lifted from your shoulders, and the three, soon to be four, of you settle in for a perfect, lazy Sunday.

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Two and a half months later it’s finally time for your doctor’s appointment to find out the sex of the baby. You knew you should feel excited, but with Jack at school and Aaron and his team out of town on a case, you couldn’t help but feel a little down. Not wanting to go alone, you called up the only friend you could think of.

“Hello?”

“Hey Jess, it’s Y/N. How are you?”

“I’m good, honey how are feeling? Is everything okay?”

“I’m alright now that the morning sickness is easing up. Listen, I actually had a favor to ask you. Aaron’s working and I have a doctor’s appointment and I really don’t want to go alone and I was wondering if you might be able to go with me.”

“Of course I will! You should have someone you know with you. Be there soon.”

Waiting in a cold exam room, you chatted with Jess until you were interrupted by a knock and someone entering the room.

“Mrs. Hotchner? My name is Gina, I’ll be doing your ultrasound today. This is your first baby?”

“It is.”

“And you’re here today to find out what you’re having? You must be very excited.”

“Very much so. I can’t wait to tell my husband.”

“Well let’s find out , shall we?”

As you roll up the hem of your shirt, she squirts some cold gel on your stomach and begins to move the probe.

“There’s the head,” Gina says, pointing to the screen. “And there’s the feet.”

After a few more moments, she announces, “Looks like you have a perfectly healthy baby girl. Congratulations!”

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“Could have sworn it would be a boy,” you comment to Jess as the two of you settle on the couch. “You think Aaron will be disappointed? I know how much he adores Jack.”

“Disappointed? Never.” She reasssures, softly taking hold of your hand. “He’s crazy about this baby already. Goes on and on to anyone who will listen. He’ll be wrapped around her little finger the second she’s born.”

“You really think so?”

“Of course!”

“Oh that makes me feel so much better. Thanks for everything, Jess,” you say as you both rise and embrace each other.

“You’re welcome, honey. If you need anything at all, give me a call, okay?”

“Will do! See you later.”

“Bye!”

No sooner have you closed the front door behind her than your cellphone begins to ring.

“Aaron!”

“Hey baby, how are you?”

“Good, I just got back from the doctor. Jess went with me.”

“That’s good sweetheart, I hated I couldn’t be there with you. Listen, I’ve gotta run. I just wanted to let you know that I’ll be home tomorrow. I miss you and I love you.”

“I love you too. We’ll see you tomorrow. Be safe, okay?”

“Always, bye babe.”

“Bye.”

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Later that night, you snuggle into your king sized bed with Jack. It always made you feel better having him around when Aaron wasn’t home. “Gotta get some sleep so we can see daddy tomorrow,” you say, tucking Jack in. You were both exhausted and passed out as soon as your heads hit the pillow.

The next thing you knew you were gently awakened by a soft hand gently stroking the side of your face. Slowly opening your eyes, you’re greeted by Aaron’s perfect face and the sound of his voice.

“Good morning baby,” he says leaning down to give you a soft kiss.

“Mmmm, good morning,” you return with a sleepy smile. “Jack, wake up! Daddy’s home.” you announce shaking the sleepy lump under the covers.

“Daddy! We missed you!” Jack declares, emerging from his cocoon.

“I missed you guys too,” he says sitting down and pulling Jack into his lap. “I’m sorry I missed your doctor’s appointment.” He says, draping an arm around your shoulders and placing one hand on your growing belly. “How have you been?”

At that moment, the feeling of movement from the baby causes you to tense up and take a sharp breath in.

Sensing the shift, Aaron asks, “Is everything alright, darling?”

“Yeah,” you reply, looking deep into his beautiful brown eyes. Everything’s fine. I think you’re daughter’s just excited to have her daddy home.”

“My daughter?” He questions, tears beginning to well up. “It’s a girl?”

You nod in the affirmative, and Aaron begins to cry as pulls you in as close as possible with Jack in the middle. Gently pulling back, you inquire, “You’re not disappointed, are you, Aaron?”

“Disappointed? Why would I ever be disappointed? She’s going to be smart and perfect and beautiful, just like her mother,” he says softly caressing your jaw.

“I’m getting a baby sister?” Jack pipes up.

“Yes you are, buddy,” Aaron confirms. “You gonna take good care of her?”

“Yeah! Nobody messes with my sister!”

“That’s a good big brother,” you encourage, running your hand through his hair. Turning to Aaron you mention, “I guess it’s time we started trying to pick out a name for her.”

“I’ve got a few ideas,” he says with a grin.

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[mcmystery]

Slow Dance (Cerise x Mr. B)

(Long post containing wholesome marriage life and wedding vows.)

On a relaxing evening, in the middle of summer. Cerise sat knitting away in the living room, pondering about her husband and how much work he's been doing lately. Even though she didn't want to bother him, she still wished that he took a break for a while or spend time relaxing with her.

It was a selfish thought, but she knew how much energy he put into his profession and how it consumed a majority of his life. He was either out most of the week working and when he was at home, he spent his time coped up in that study of his. She never entered the study whenever he was having business call, which seemed to happen a bit on the regular. And when she would enter on accident, she noticed that he would end the call abruptly to address her.

She knew he wanted to keep his personal and work life separate. Though Cerise couldn't help but feel disheartened that it was becoming strenuous for him. Having to keep up this charade of separating his workaholic life away from her.

In a way, she wanted to cheer him up. What could she do though? Bake him another cake? Which he would blindly eat away as he worked. No, something better. Possibly asking him to take the night off? Yet, she knows he would most likely reply that he would within a certain time frame, but then forget as his work consumed him late into the night. Possibly something more daring? She blushed as a couple of thoughts ran through her imagination.

As she knit a sleeve to a planned sweater, she looked up to see a few photo frames that lined the fireplace mantle. Some of her and her parents, one with her friend Daisy and a couple of more of her and the man she married. One was of a photo they took in Vacuo during their honeymoon. She recounted how blazing hot and sunny it was there. How she enjoyed the stinging heat, well, at least towards the evening right before the night life was settling in. Another random photo of the two in a playful embrace and the last was their wedding photo.

Cerise warmly smiled at it and recalled the fun memories of that night. How the people in her hometown came more for the fun of the party than what the party was about. She remembered how exhilarating the dance was and how the music lifted their spirits. How handsome he looked in that dashing tux and how playfully charming her wedding dress flowed all night long.

She reminisced that night, the music, the people, the dancing, the man she loved and how happy she recounted him being when they shared their vows... their vows? That's it!

Cerise sprang up from the soft cushions and skipped to her husband's study. She knocked and gave a tuneful greeting towards him.

"Hey, honey~" Cerise began with a chime.

She noticed that he didn't look up right way as he scribbled some notes from his dimly lit desk. It took him a bit, but he gradually glanced up to greet her.

"Hm? What is it, dear?" He welcomed her with a warm tired smile and with equally matched eyes.

She slipped away from the door frame and entered his usual poorly lit office. "You know, I didn't put the curtains in here for you to keep them closed all the time." She commented, “There’s even an actual light in this room too.” Also adding as she slowly approaching him at his desk. Where the desk lamp gave off the only light source in the room.

She stood in front of the desk and placed her hands on the edge, leaning towards him slightly, "You'll ruin your eyesight working in the dark like this." She mentioned with a cheeky tone.

He sat up straight in his chair and stretched his arms and shoulders, loosening his muscles that must have been stuck in that same position for who knows how long. "What time is it?" He asked, dodging her playful comments.

"It’s time for you to take a break. I want to ask you something." She smiled at him as he grew curious. He stayed silent and awaited her question, only giving a slight nod for her to proceed with it.

"So, I was wondering... if it’s possible... could we get married again?!" She announced with enthusiasm.

He jolted in his seat, more of being caught off guard by such a request.

"Cerise, we're already married." He leaned forward and clasped his hands together, resting his elbows on the surface of the desk. Paying attention not to wrinkle any of the paperwork that laid scattered about.

"I know~ but like, isn't there a way to renew vows?" Cerise asked.

He looked at her worried, "You want to renew them?" For a moment he thought and then leaned back in his chair. Worry began to show on his expression.

"Is something wrong?" Cerise asked, now worried herself.

"I was going to ask you the same thing..." he replied. Cerise was confused as he got up from his seat and approached her. He walked around the wooden desk as Cerise lifted herself to stand up straight. He took her hand and seriously looked at her.

"I know I've been working a lot." He began, "I'm sorry for leaving you alone too much lately. Work has been...” he sighed. “Overwhelming; and it's not fair to you that I bring it home when we should be spending precious time together." He grasped her hand firmly in his.

Cerise was curious as to what he was getting at, as she still waiting to explain her thoughts.

"I'd understand if you want to renew our vows, because I've been a terrible partner to you." He finished with lament on his tone.

Cerise had to do a double process of what he meant, "What? You're not terrible?!"

He looked at her in disbelief and confusion. "But you want to renew our vows?" He stated.

"Yeah, I want to get married again and have a fun party! Wasn't our wedding so much fun? I want to have another amazing, memorable moment like that with you again!" She gleefully spoke up with sparkles of excitement in her eyes.

He then became confused by her request. "You're not upset that I work so much?"

Cerise halted her excitement and gently held his hands within hers, "I understand the work you have is important. I do get lonely at times, but I know you always make it up to me." She blushed and glanced away at shy thoughts. "But I wouldn't hate you for it! I just worry you tire yourself out, so I was thinking of a way to cheer you up and maybe get your mind off work for a bit."

For a moment he looked at her with a blank stare and then softly grinned at her loving nature and how much he adored her gentle thoughts. He moved closer to her, placing his hand to her waist as the other brushed away the side of her hair behind her ear.

She softly placed her hands to his chest as she looked up to meet those eyes that melted her heart still. "I thought wearing my wedding dress and restating my vows to you would make you happy. At least, you looked really happy when I wore it and stated my vows to you..."

Cerise looked away to his chest, hiding her embarrassment of how she got a head of herself. With a warm smile, he pulled her closer and gave her a serene stare.

He chuckled softly. "We don't have to get married again to do that."

"No?" She wondered.

He leaned forward to kiss her forehead, then whispered, "You can wear your dress now, can't you?"

Cerise's eyes widen. She quickly looked up to meet his face. "I can wear it now?! Is that okay?"

He chuckled at her cute reaction, "Absolutely! It's your dress after all. You can wear it whenever you want to."

Her eyes began to sparkle with happiness at this realization. "Oh! Oh! I'll go put it on right now! Wait here!!" Cerise skipped to their bedroom and scavenged her closet for the dress.

As she gathered all the things to complete the look, she started to assemble everything together. First the undergarments of pantyhose and other private articles of clothing were slipped on. Next was the dress itself. Cerise was able to zip it on herself and raced to the mirror. She couldn't believe how wonderful it still fit her. Next, she pulled out her make up and took a bit to give herself a soft natural look with a light tint of color lip stick; along with doing a cute hair do. Then, she was ready to find her groom once again.

Before slipping out of the bedroom she slipped on her heels that were lying next to the bed and headed out into the hallway. Cerise excitedly entered the study again but found no loving husband to greet with her new appearance. She went back to the hallway and entered the living room, but still no husband.

"Honey?" Cerise called out. As she continued towards the dining room, she brought up her hand to see where her string pointed to him. She followed its direction with her gaze to see that it led through the glass doors to the back of the house.

She noticed the back lights were on as she approached the glass panels for a closer look. Under the moonlight she saw him standing alone, presumably looking up to the sky where that memorable broken moon centered, his back facing her. Cerise slid the panels as quietly as she could to attempt a surprise greeting. She held back her excitement and giggles as she walked out on the patio and slowly made her way down the stairs. Her dress flowing down with each step.

Cerise halted as she heard him speak, "It’s quite the beautiful night..." her lonely partner commented, standing still a bit away from her. Cerise stood as he turned slowly to face her. Her heart skipped and her breath was caught in her throat as he revealed himself.

Dressed under the moonlight, he stood there in his wedding tuxedo, waiting for her to arrive. Even if his hair was a bit disheveled, she still appreciated the sweet surprise of her husband in front of her. He gently smiled at her as he took in her appearance as well.

"Well, not as beautiful as how you look." He complimented approaching her.

Cerise was overtaken by emotions slightly as she saw the man, who she loves with her whole heart, greet her with a welcoming hand, waiting for her to take.

"How did you-? When?" She questioned his sudden change of attire.

"I kept it in the attic and got changed while you were also fixing yourself up. And, well, was waiting for you out here." He explained as Cerise grabbed his hand.

She could feel the slight stinging feeling in her eyes as her emotions swayed her. She was extremely happy and full of love for him, more so now for the moment they shared.

He brought her closer to him, looking her over. "My," he began, "how could I be so lucky to have such a gorgeous young lady, like yourself, be with someone as troubling like me?"

Cerise giggled as he softly embraced her, letting his hands rest on her waist like early and look down to see her heartwarming smile that eased his worries. She placed her hands to his chest and could feel the how quick his heart raced underneath the layers of fabric.

"I'm the lucky one." She debated, as she tiptoes slightly against him to incite a kiss.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead instead, Cerise pouted a bit as he took notice. "Now, now," calming her, "the evening is still young and plenty of time for all that." He smiled and then leaned down to whisper softly. "Besides, if we start now, I don't think I'll be able to stop."

His statement brought exciting chills up her back. He smirked at her, leaving his bride blushing and shyly smiling at the thought. As he came back up again, he held one of her hands and asked, "Shall we dance?"

Cerise's eyes glimmered in the moonlight and nodded eagerly but took notice in the lack of melody. "Um, there's no music though?”

He reached into the inside of his coat and grabbed his scroll. Playing the first song of the night and placing the device back into the pocket. "Now then, shall we?"

Cerise nodded and got in their dancing position. She rested both hands to his shoulders, and he kept his hands to her waist. Together they slowly started to sway with the music, each step was tender, but the focus was on each other. How they gazed into each other’s eyes and found loving admiration for the other. How he could get lose in that sea of blue of her irises for hours. Calming his heart and spirit of how much love was held for him in that stare. Meanwhile, Cerise's heart melted at the sight of those eyes that she fell in love with a few years ago. How sharp and mysterious they've always been, and in this lighting, they were a darker color from their true form, but still held her appreciation.

"Honey?" Cerise called to him.

"Hm?" He responded still focusing on her as they quietly swayed to the melody.

"What made you love me?" She asked, even though she knew the general answer, she still wanted to hear his account on it.

He took a deep breath and let it out easily. "Love just happens." He quickly responded in a cheeky manner to her.

Lightly, she flirtatious nudged him. As he continued to guide their slow dance, he started again. "When we met, I was in a difficult place and position in my life. I still am, to a degree." He paused to read her, "The first time I saw you, it did feel like something clicked, but I held back, or rather, diminished any idea of involving anyone in my life. Because, well, growing up I never thought about relationships or the idea that I would spend my life with someone... I only knew of my goal in life and was determined to meet it, somehow..."

He lightly smiled to her as the memories flooded his mind. "Then you came along and changed all that."

Cerise gave a comforting smile as he continued. "I was taken over by looming responsibility and you alone brought back the life I wished to have. A simple life. A life filled with moments and nights like these. And it didn't particularly help that you were a caring and honest individual to everyone you met. Which I found the most attractive about you." He grinned as she blushed at his compliment.

"I wanted to share this newfound comfort you gave me, to share this life..." he paused, and the dancing softly halted as well. "My life. I wanted to share it with you." His eyes glazed with emotion and realization of what he's been taking for granted. "I fell in love with you Cerise because I wanted to share a life with you alone. A life where, as selfish as it sounds, wanted to be in your presence, comfort and all the happy moments I get to spend with you." He brought his hand to hold the side of her face delicately as she teared up by his sweet words. "My love for you might as well be the only honest thing about me..." he phrased with slight pity towards himself.

Cerise held her hand against his and took a small breath in and out. "You're the most honest person I know." She stated, but his expression still held that subtle pity feeling.

He leaned down and pressed his forehead against hers. The cool wind peacefully surrounded them as they stood still in this position. Cerise pressed her forehead to his as well and watched him. He held his eyes closed and accepted the moment for what it was. Their moment. A moment under the delicate glow from the moon and stars.

“I love you… He mentioned, bringing his other hand to also cup her face, holding her steady against him. There was an appreciation for her warmth. He slowly opened his eyes to meet that tranquil blue gaze as she stared back at his half-lidded expression.

“I love you too.” She spoke in a soft trance. She leaned towards him for that kiss but was interrupted again.

“Didn’t you want to reshare our vows?” He leaned away, teasing her.

Cerise huffed and did a small stomp to the ground, expressing a shy pout, “Hmph, yes.”

She closed her eyes to remember those promised words as best she could. Opening them slowly and glanced up at him as she began, “The first moment I saw you, love struck me. From that day on, I wanted to stay by your side and cherish you for who you are. A brave and honest soul.” Her eyes began to tear from remembering all the moments they shared together, “You became my companion, my best friend, and my true love. I promise to share my whole heart with you and no matter the challenges we may face, I promise to stand by you, loyally. For not even death can strip away my love for you. With this ring…” She rested her hand between where his neck and chest met. “I promise to always be yours.” Small tears rolled down the side of her face, but she still held her gaze to his with a loving smile.

He tenderly wiped the tear from her cheek and sighed at her meaningful promised words. As he continued to softly brush her cheek, he began his speech.

“How lucky am I to have met you, that fateful day. Your love brought solace when I most needed it and complete me in ways, I never knew were existentially possible. I have always found value to everything you do and I’m proud to stand by you and be a part of your life. That you would choose someone like me and embrace all the flaws that I carry. There are a few things I can be certain of in this world, and my love for you is one of them. Fate has intricately brought us together, and curiously I wonder, what destiny has in store for us. You’re my most cherished friend, my love, and my summer sun that brings me joy every day.” He brought his hand to grab hers and lifted it up for both see, displaying her ring, which lightly gleamed in the moons glow. “With this ring, holds a promise. For it represents my love that’s forever, eternal, and never ending.” His sentence murmuring towards the end as he brought her closer to him.

She tilted her head up as he leaned in, finally the two shared the intimate contact of a kiss. Which was warm, welcoming, and carried meaningful intentions of their feelings. Delicately appreciating the pure movements as they gradually lost themselves in the moment. A moment shared with light music that floated around in the air, while under a starry sky and an all too familiar broken moon that loomed over the two and their world.

Bringing her tightly to him in an earnest embrace, she held onto him. Placing her arms around his neck and accepted his committed actions. The two shared a deeper kiss as their hearts raced with sentimental emotions and conviction. In this moment Cerise began to wonder how much time has spent in this kiss, which was when she recalled his statement from earlier.

If we start now, I don't think I'll be able to stop…

She broke a way slightly as he continued kissing the side of her cheek as she spoke. “The night is still young,” she mentioned as he still clings to her, “Why don’t you take tonight and tomorrow off and share a glass of wine with me?”

He leaned away recalling his work, “But the paperwork-!” he began, noticing her slight upset and desperate expression. “…can wait.” Resolving that issue for something his future self would worry about. “Let’s spend some time together then.” He quietly requested.

Cerise perked up and gave a playful peck, she grabbed his hand and guided him to follow her back inside their cozy home. Her dress gracefully flowing behind her skip, letting her giggles and playful smile lure him to follow her. Before the night could even start, he already felt at ease. Anything else after this point, was the cherry on top.

[cali-holland]

Something Blue- Tom Holland One Shot

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Requested by anon: Hello! I love your writing. If it’s not a big deal, can I please request a Tom x reader where it’s their wedding day? and it kind of just follows the events of the wedding (getting ready, photos, vows, the after party, the wedding night)? Sorry if that’s too specific! I hope you’re staying safe 🥰

Prompt: Today’s the first day of the rest of your life.

Word Count: 1400

Warnings: sexual themes ig???

Masterlist   Tom Holland Masterlist

*Moodboard is mine, pics used are not*

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The first day of the rest of your life. The first day of forever. That’s what everyone always called their wedding day. It was odd though for this to be such a special day, shared between you and the people you love so much, and yet you wake up alone. You weren’t really one to believe in superstitions, but neither you nor Tom wanted to accidentally jinx it by seeing each other before the wedding ceremony, even if that meant sleeping alone that night.

You stretched a little, still trying to wake up after turning off your alarm. The sun streaming in through the blinds told you that the weather would be on your side today, and for that you were thankful. Yawning, you grabbed your phone off the nightstand and opened it to a new text from Tom.

‘Good morning, future wifey. Can’t wait to see you later ;)’

You smiled typing back, ‘Good morning to you, too, future hubby. See you at the altar’.

Still smiling to yourself, you got ready for the big day ahead. Hours later, your hair and makeup was done and perfect, and you made your way over to the country club, which had been transformed into a magnificent venue over the past couple of days. Inside one of the special rooms specifically for the bridal party, you met with your mother, Nikki, and your bridesmaids.

“How are you feeling?” Your mother asked, smiling brightly at you.

“Like I can’t wait to be at the altar already.” You replied, blushing as you spoke. You were a little bit nervous, but you loved Tom and you wanted more than anything to get married to him; he was the one for you, forever and always after today. “I just wish I could see him already.”

“He’s just as excited as you are.” Nikki smiled, “I don’t think he slept at all last night.”

Everyone left you for a few minutes so that you could get changed into your dress, and your bridesmaids returned to help zip you up. As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you felt yourself growing a little bit more anxious. This was really happening, you were going to get married to your best friend; and the guests were starting to arrive, which just even further solidified that.

A knock came from the door, and you wondered who it was for a moment before Harry stepped inside. Nikki looked at his nervous face and quickly asked, “Is something wrong?”

“No,” He shook his head, before looking at you with a small smile. “Tom’s just really nervous, and he wants to talk to you. Do you think I could bring him over and you talk to him through the door?”

“Of course.” You said softly, nodding.

“Be right back.” Harry replied, leaving the room and hurrying to go get his older brother. A few moments later and there was another knock on the door, and luckily it was thin enough that you could hear Tom through it.

“Hi, darling.” He spoke to the door, and you stood on the other side, feeling your heart soar at his voice.

“Hi, honey.” You answered with a small laugh.

“Are you in your dress? Got your veil on and everything?” Tom asked.

“Yeah,”

“You look so beautiful. I haven’t seen you yet, but I just know it. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Tom leaned against the doorframe a little, but turned his head so his mouth was still close to the door itself.

“Tom, you’re going to make me cry and ruin my mascara before the wedding even starts.” You teased, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He let out a small sigh, “I should go, let you finish getting ready.”

“Wait, close your eyes.” You slowly opened the door, keeping your body hidden behind the door. Your hand found his and he squeezed it gently, reassuring both of you. After a moment of silent, comforting hand holding, he let go, knowing he really had to get back.

“I’ll see you at the altar.” Tom said as you closed the door again.

“Can’t wait.” You smiled, before you heard him walk away down the hall. 

“That was the cutest thing in the world. What the hell, I want one.” Your bridesmaid joked, making everyone laugh. Nothing like a chronically single bridesmaid to ease the nerves at a wedding.

It didn’t take long before you were making your way down the aisle, a few tears in your eyes as you watched Tom try to slyly wipe away his own tears. You both laughed a little as you came to a stop in front of him at the altar. You handed your bouquet of flowers over to your maid of honor, and Tom took your hand in his, squeezing it just as he had done earlier.

“You look beautiful.” He mouthed to you.

“You look handsome.” You mouthed back, before the two of you turned to the officiant. When it was time for the vows, you turned back to face Tom, nothing but love and adoration in your eyes for him.

“Y/N, my love,” Tom smiled as he nervously rubbed his thumb across the back of your hand. You squeezed his hand lightly, silently telling him you loved him, “I swear to be there for you, today and every day. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I vow to always keep a smile on your face and to love you every day for the rest of my life. Forever and always.”

“And I vow to love you, Tom, every single moment for the rest of our lives together. I promise to always be a listening ear and positive support. You have always been the sunshine of my life, and I vow to be the sunshine of yours, always making you happy and always making sure you know just how much I love you. Forever and always.” You repeated the words back to him, making him somehow smile even brighter than he had been smiling before.

And on went the exchanging of rings, where both of you just about dropped them from being so overwhelmingly elated. The officiant barely said his famous words when Tom kissed you. It was a classic, modest kiss, until his hands landed on your waist and he dipped you overdramatically, making you laugh into the kiss as everyone awed and cheered.

“I love you so much.” Tom murmured, lips barely off yours.

“I love you more than anything.” You beamed.

After all the pictures, you two went to the banquet hall, adorned with white drapes, fairy lights, and light green accents. Your two chairs specifically had leaves draped over them, with golden signs reading “wifey” and “hubby”. A large H made of roses sat in the corner by the three tiered cake. It was all so picture perfect, and with Tom by your side, it was a dream come true. Following the few toasts from the bridal party, dinner was served to everyone, and you and Tom finally got a moment alone.

“You know what I haven’t figured out yet?” Tom asked you quietly. You hummed in response, and he leaned over to your chair, whispering in your ear, “What’s something blue?”

“Guess you’ll have to wait and find out.” You teased.

“It’s your garter, isn’t it?” He smirked, sounding enthusiastic about the upcoming garter toss. You playfully rolled your eyes at him, and he pressed a kiss to your cheek. 

When it came time for the bouquet and garter toss, Tom was amused (but not at all surprised) to find the lacy blue garter just above your knee. The only surprising thing, and worrying thing, about the garter toss was the fact that Paddy of all people caught it. Tom was thoroughly amused with his youngest brother, but Nikki wasn’t.

At the end of the night, you and Tom made your way back home. Your honeymoon flight out to Rome was tomorrow morning, giving you two plenty of time to rest before catching a flight.

“Got anything else blue under here?” Tom asked you cheekily, reaching for the zipper of your dress.

“Try something new.” You laughed, pulling him in for a kiss to start your wedding night off right.

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Whispers of the North - a Jeffrey Dean Morgan fanfiction

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Jeff opened the door to the log cabin. He drops his luggage to the side and did the same with mine.

“M’lady,” he holds out his arms.

“You’re not going to pick me up, are you?” I laugh.

“Of course I am! Isn’t that the thing that couples do on their honeymoon?” Jeff has a wide smile on his face.

“Fine, if you’re going to be all cute and shit,” I kiss him as he scoops me up.

“Hello Alaska! This is our home for the next month,” Jeff steps through the door and kisses me. I stroke the gray hair on his cheek.

“I can’t believe we’re here. I can’t believe we’re married!” I reply as Jeff sets me down and wraps his arms around my waist. I can’t stop kissing my new husband, he’s my dream come true.

Jeff lowers his voice, pressing his forehead to mine, “I get to call you my wife. Incredible. You make me the luckiest, Mrs. Morgan. Just when I thought I couldn’t love you anymore, I saw you walk down that aisle and... oh god girl, I fell so hard all over again. My mind went blank, all I could see was my bride. You were breathtaking. I love you.”

“I love you more than words can explain, my gorgeous husband,” I grab his hand kiss his wedding ring. I pull away from his embrace, exploring the lower level of the cabin. Jeff makes his way to the kitchen, pushing his bifocals up the bridge of his nose.

“Aww, look at this!” he holds up a plush moose that’s holding a heart. “Adorable!” Jeff picks up the card. “‘To Mr. and Mrs. Morgan: wishing you joy, love and happiness on as you begin your new life together. From, the staff at (Name) Cabins.’ That’s so nice of them!” I smile and make my way over to the kitchen. I sit on a bar stool at the island, placing my chin in my hand.

“Shall we?” Jeff retrieves a bottle of champagne from the fridge.

“Of course,” I respond and give him a peck on the lips. Jeff sifts through the cabinets and finds some wine glasses. He pops the bottle and carefully pours two glasses. I hold up my glass, “To new adventures and seeing the world together, to falling more and more in love with you every single day. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, sweetheart. I’m so grateful I get to call you mine, Jeff.”

“I’ll drink to that!” Jeff tapped his glass against mine with a juicy kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.”

***

I slide into the hot tub and sip my champagne. Jeff saunters out to the deck in a waffle knit robe and a cigarette dangling from his lips. His hair is disheveled in all the right ways. I click my tongue.

“God damn, my husband is so sexy,” I sigh. Jeff lights up his cigarette with a mischievous grin.

“Thank you, darlin’,” he slinks out of his robe, exposing the masculine rug of hair covering from his chest to his stomach. I lick my lips, my silver fox is absolutely a feast for the eyes. Jeff climbs in the tub and curls up next to me. “This is heaven on these bones,” he takes a long drag and tilts his head back. “I’m with my wife on our honeymoon, un-fucking-believable. You’re my dream come true, princess,” he clutches my hand. “Come here, little girl.” Jeff pulls me into his lap. I run my fingers through his luscious hair and kiss him pasisonately. I lean into his rough, yet gentle touch and moan softly. He wraps his arms around my waist, burying his face in my neck and chest. The snow on the ground dampened every sound, all I hear are the rolling bubbles and Jeff’s lips on my body.

“God, Jeffrey,” I gasp and pull his hair, rubbing myself against the bulge in his swimsuit. He smiles up at me and plants sloppy kisses on my neck.

“I love the way my name sounds when you moan it,” Jeff bites his lip.

“Jeff,” I whimper, “Oh Jeffrey.”

“Yes, baby. Stroke my ego,” he chuckles, blowing smoke seductively and crushing out his cigarette.

“Oh, I will. I love making you feel like the powerful man you are,” I run my hands across his chest. “There’s not a day that goes by that you forget to tell me you love me and I love that so much. Your husky voice makes my toes curl. When you call me when you’re on your lunch break, my thoughts race. The smell of your cologne,” I kiss his neck and inhale his scent. “My god. Your salt and pepper hair turns me on like crazy, Jeff.”

“You sure know how to make me feel good, honey,” Jeff squeezes me close.

***

“Good morning, my beautiful wife,” Jeff’s croaky morning voice fills my ears.

“More like ‘great morning’, you were relentless last night, baby,” I snuggle into the dark hair on Jeff’s chest. My husband strokes my hair and chuckles to himself. I glance up at him and he kisses me deeply.

“That’s right, I’ve still got it,” Jeff smirks. “So, what’s on the agenda today?”

“Well, there’s a cute little roadhouse just down the road from here, maybe that for breakfast. After that, I had scheduled a whale watching tour for this afternoon and I’m so excited about that, you have no idea!”

“I can’t say I’ve ever seen a whale up close before, that’ll be fun!” my husband buries his face in my neck. He lowers his voice and moans in my ear as he cups my breasts in his hands, “How’s about round five before breakfast, sweet girl?”

“Oh god, Jeff, please,” I kiss him deeply and climb on top of him.

***

“Oh my god, babe! That was a blast!” I remark as we trudge through the snow up the porch stairs. I squeeze my husband’s hand.

“Seeing those humpbacks so close have me chills all over! Their mouths are fucking huge! They’re bigger than yours, and that’s saying something!” Jeff cackles.

“Will you shut up?” I giggle. “My lifelong dream of whale watching came true and all you want to do is roast me?! Don’t ruin this for me, asshole!” Jeff laughs at my teasing and opens the door to our cabin. I press myself against him, kissing him as he walks backwards through the door. He throws his head back as I kiss his neck. I shut the door behind us as he leans against the entryway wall. I remove my coat and sweater, revealing my low cut undershirt. Jeff drops his parka and I begin to unbutton his flannel button down, running my hands over his chest. I stimulate myself against his denim clad thigh.

“Oh, Jeff,” I gasp, gripping onto his shoulders as he leaves marks on my neck and collarbones. I stroke his thick hair.

“Fuck, girl,” Jeff groans. “I’m sure we’ve had sex in every corner of this joint,” a smile makes its way across his lips. He’s absolutely right. It was damn near impossible to keep my hands off my rugged silver fox. “Except maybe,” Jeff glances at the island and plants deep kisses in my cleavage, “The kitchen. Let me lick you clean, sweetheart. I love worshipping that body of yours. Making my gal feel good is my top priority.” The smell of my husband’s cologne and mouth against my body is utterly intoxicating. I slide out of my leggings and Jeff teases me with his dexterous fingers. I lean into his touch with a moan, grasping the back of his head with a kiss.

“You’ve got me so turned on,” Jeff licks his slick fingers and kisses me, lifting me and places me on the counter. His stubble brushes against my thighs as he leaves soft kisses. “Oh, baby doll, I don’t want to waste a single drop. You taste so damn good...” Jeff’s words melt into pleasurable groans. His tongue glides from my entrance to my clit with a persistent smirk. I never want him to stop.

“Look at my Daddy doing what he does best. Oh Jeffrey,” I tangle my hands in his slivering hair. His incredible tongue circles my clit as he makes obnoxiously sexy sucking, licking, and groaning noises. I gasp in pleasure, “Fuck, Jeff. How are you so handsome? It physically hurts me.”

“Makes this little pussy ache, hm?” Jeff chuckles, teasing me with his fingers. “I love making your pussy throb. I love tasting you. I love the little noises you make when Daddy does a good job.” Jeff hovers over me, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants to his mid thighs. He presses his hard cock against me as he kisses my neck and chest, “Are you my pinkie toe? Because I’d sure like to bang you on this table,” he smiles at his own quip. I moan at the firm feeling of his throbbing erection.

“Clever,” I roll my eyes and laugh. Jeff smirks and sinks into me, biting his lip with a loud groan.

“Oh fuck, you feel so damn good,” Jeff grips my hands, holding me down. “You have no idea how much your Daddy loves you. You mean the entire fucking world to me, princess.”

“You’re so adorable. I love you, oh god,” I moan his name, “Right there, Jeff. Please, Jeff. Fuck me,” Jeff groans against my neck, planting deep kisses. I grasp his hair. “Harder, Daddy,” I whine. Jeff quickens his thrusts, pounding me deeper.

“Jesus fucking Christ! God, I love pounding your sweet little pussy,” Jeff grunts through gritted teeth. “Let me pump you full. I’m going to- oh fuck!“ Jeff finishes deep inside me, wiping the sweat from his brow. His eyelids flutter with delight. “Baby, baby, baby,” he clicks his tongue. I can hardly catch my breath. “You are so perfect,” he pulls his pants back up and kisses me.

***

It was the last night of our nearly month long expedition in the tundra. I didn’t want to go back home, but alas, the time had come. After a hot shower, Jeff and I stepped out onto the back deck of our cabin. He wraps a flannel blanket around my shoulders. He sips his coffee and zips up his coat.

“Look at all those stars,” he remarks. “What a beautiful night.”

“It really i-“ I gasp, “Babe, look! The Northern Lights!” Jeff wraps his arms around me and rocks me back and forth. “Oh my god,” I sigh, “This is everything I’ve ever dreamed of and more.”

“I never thought I’d see them in person,” Jeff says, “I never want this night to end, sweetheart. I could stay here forever,” he kisses my shoulder sweetly.

“Me too, Jeff, me too,” my heart flutters in my chest, “Hey, can I tell you something?”

“Anything, sweet girl,” I turn around to face my husband and stand on my tiptoes to kiss him.

“So, you know how I thought those crab legs messed up my stomach?”

“Yeah, I remember. Are you feeling better? Please don’t puke on me,” Jeff rolls his eyes and laughs. I hold his hands in mine.

“And you know how I said I had to run to the drug store earlier because I needed some headache medicine?” Jeff nods, a smile curling across his lips.

“You are prone to headaches,” he shrugs.

“Well...” I giggle nervously and place his large, manly hands on my stomach.

“NO, YOU ARE NOT! OH GOD, BABY GIRL!” Jeff yells, his voice echoing through the empty field around us. He covers his mouth. “Sorry, that was loud,” he lowers his voice to a whisper as tears well up and begin to fall down his bearded cheeks, “You’re pregnant?” I begin to shed tears myself.

“Yes, Jeffrey, yes!” I laugh excitedly as Jeff hugs me right.

“Oh my god, I’m going to be a dad! No fucking way!” he drops to his knees and kisses my stomach all over. “You’re going to be the best mama, you know that? My heart is pounding, sweetheart.” I pet his hair as we both cannot wipe the smiles off our faces. “Daddy can’t wait to meet you, little one,” Jeff speaks softly. I couldn’t have asked for a better husband, a better honeymoon, and now a better father for my child. Everything has never felt more perfect than life with my darling Jeffrey Dean.

[calypsoff]

Forty Six. Part 3

Looking down at my wedding band, this is real. I am married, I didn’t ever think in my wildest dreams under the age of twenty five I would be married and also be looking forward to being a father, I just can’t believe how much life has changed for me, I am in shock “Chris!” Looking up from my wedding band, Dennis shouted me and realised he wants pictures, I smiled at him “congratulations to the both of you, Rihanna you look beautiful and Chris you look even more beautiful” Drake thinks he’s funny “man shut up” shaking my head “thank you Drake, and thank you for coming out” Robyn said to him “look over here” Dennis said, shuffling to the side “let’s have a picture” Drake stood between both Robyn and I, he put his arms around us both “to Mr and Mrs Fenty!” He shouted, I snorted laughing before I elbowed him in the side “thank you” Dennis said “I am joking, the ceremony was beautiful. It was more personal, and it was special, thank you for having me” I swear Drake think he funny, he keeps calling me Mr Fenty “thank you, I wanted it to be big but I thought you know what it’s not about that, it’s more about us so we kept it personal more than anything” Robyn held my hand “I think I need to go” raising an eyebrow “where?” I’m confused “to the house” nodding my head “shall we go back?” Mel made her way over, like she kind of knew something was going down “I think I need too, Chris will go with me” she wants me to go clearly “ok I will get everyone to the marquee, you just go. Chris do not step on her train, please” Mel knows damn well I am stupid as hell, I will end up stepping on it “just go, we will meet you there” looking at Robyn’ face, she is so pretty. Her makeup is not even caked on, she’s just naturally beautiful, Robyn is breathing in and out like she is struggling “shall we go, come” I think she wants to be sick “will you make it?” I’m scared she won’t “I should do” walking ahead of Robyn “we will see you at the house, she needs to go back” I said because my mom was about to come up to me, I don’t think we have time for small talk because I need my twin to be comfortable.

Letting go of Robyn’ hand as she got into the car, I cringed at myself because I stepped on her train, but she hasn’t noticed, or she would have said something. Leaning down and picking up the train “where you want this?” I asked “just place it on my lap” Robyn is grumpy, I think it’s the baby because she was ok or maybe she wasn’t ok, I am not even sure. Closing the door gently “wait up” Mel ran up to me “don’t ruin your dress now, what is up?” she held up a bag “is that Robyn’?” she nodded her head “has she always been grumpy? She is not happy” taking the bag from Mel “mhmm she has been sick since she woke up, so she could be hungry. Try and get some food for her” Mel wiped my cheek “I think that is what she may need so just give her something” I wish Robyn wanted Mel instead, but I guess I got to handle this “thanks, was it lipstick?” Mel laughed “yeah it was, see you both later” jogging around the car, so get Robyn some food that is what I need to do. So she must be hungry, that is the issue, so she is moody because of that. Getting into the car, closing the door as I got in “you hungry?” I asked straight away “a little, I feel so drained. I just need to change, and I will be ok” licking my lips “you want to get something from Emery? I know you like his food, we can be quick, let’s go there. The driver can go in” Robyn laughed “but we look like this” I shrugged “so what” who cares how we look.

We made the driver go inside, he didn’t mind but it’s funny because we are supposed to be at the house and here we are getting food “I just don’t want salad, sorry” she has gave me all her salad, I might as well eat salad “it’s fine, as long as you’re eating. Didn’t you eat in the morning?” she is eating for two, so she needs to do better “I did, then I just was sick all morning. I struggled so bad, I was scared I was going to ruin my dress, I just didn’t know what to do. Then before I even left the house I was sick again” I pulled a face “then you let me kiss you?” Robyn laughed “shut up, how was your night anyways?” she either asked that genuinely or she knows something “it was nice, I slept well” thinking back to where I slept, I didn’t sleep well at all “did you though?” placing the box down grinning to myself “I came didn’t I? so?” does she know something or is she playing with me “I asked a question, it is you that is getting a little uptight. I want the water” she pointed at my drink “you said you wanted sprite? You openly said Sprite but now you want water” I scoffed, I mean of course I am going to give it to her, I have no choice “thank you” she took the bottle from me “tell me then, what did you do?” I mean I did nothing wrong so I will say it “I woke up on the hotel floor with a hangover, we just drank a lot. And then Drake tried to sober me up, but I am here” Robyn held the water bottle out to me “see I knew it, you can never lie to me. Well you had fun, but don’t ask me that you ever want to go on tour with him, I know what his tours are like” she already told me “ok boss” I mean the conversation may come up, what do I know.

Holding Robyn’ train we walked upstairs, and Dennis is here taking pictures, does he want to get any close to my ass, I mean he is not up my ass but still “do I look like her servant?” I said laughing “I mean I wouldn’t say that but yes” least he admitted to it “where have you both been?” Rajad asked as he was coming down “feeding the devil, what you think. She was getting very angry for that reason” reaching the top of the steps, laying down her train carefully “I came upstairs to check on what is happening people are waiting” I pointed at Robyn “it’s her fault, she needed feeding” Rajad rolled his eyes “I will tell them” he went running downstairs, walking behind Robyn to the bedroom. Undoing my suit jacket, I may take this off “are you coming to the bedroom with us?” I asked, he seems to be following us “let him do his thing” Robyn scolded me, she is getting annoyed that I keep questioning him, Dennis looked down at this camera screen “I love these hallway pictures, you both look so sophisticated, something you see on a wedding magazine” he came over to me “look, I am just getting moments” looking down at his camera “I look good actually, I get what you mean now. I wasn’t even posing when I was undoing my button either” I am impressed “I will leave you alone now” I laughed, I keep harassing him.

I am not shocked; Robyn was sick again. I held her hair of course but I did want to gag with her, I wanted to be sick myself because it was not nice, it was like all of her food came back up and that didn’t smell nice “remind me to never let you get pregnant again” Robyn looked up at me from the mirror “how you think I feel, thank you for holding my hair. By the way, I have bought you something to wear for the evening, I have a navy ballgown and you have another suit to wear, just a shirt and a navy suit jacket, I wanted us to match” I didn’t even know this “oh cool, you didn’t have too” turning around to leave the bathroom “the joys of having a pregnant wife, she is my wife now so I have to say it” Dennis laughed “it’s ok friend” taking my suit jacket off, placing it on the bed. Rolling my sleeves up on my shirt “these could be on a magazine, I really think so you know” Robyn came out from the bathroom “unzip me, it’s a little zip but you need to help me get out of this and help me get on the gown” nodding my head walking over to Robyn “wait, are you going to watch Robyn get unchanged too?” Dennis laughed “no, just take pictures of you unzipping Robyn and I will step out, happy?” he know damn well I don’t play “it doesn’t matter, he can stay” she is talking shit now “Robyn, you know I don’t play that” moving Robyn’ hair to the side of her shoulder, grabbing the zip and slowly pulled it down.

Smiling at Robyn in awe, this woman is really my wife. It’s just unbelievable “thank you so much for helping me get changed, it was hard” smirking while watching Robyn walk out in her ball gown, this gown is so nice, and she got us matching “can I take a picture of you” I asked, I mean I don’t need to ask but I am because I mean what if she doesn’t want me to take a picture “really? You want to take a picture of me?” nodding my head “please, you look amazing. Nobody would think you’re not feeling well and how much you are suffering; you are glowing. You’re an amazing woman” Robyn put her head down “you’re going to make me shy” getting my phone out “never be shy, pose for me” Robyn is giggling like a little school girl “twin come on” Robyn breathed out “fine” Robyn started to pose for me, Robyn really starts to get into the role “I really can’t wait to fuck you” Robyn busted out laughing “in the nicest way possible, I will be kind of course” putting my phone down “thank you, I really like this outfit on you, what about me” she hasn’t even complimented me, Robyn made her way over to me “you need to loosen these up a little” she started to unbutton my shirt “there we go, it’s the evening now. We can loosen up” Robyn placed her hands on my chest “are we leaving for the honeymoon straight away?” nodding my head “yeah, I sorted your jet out and we leaving straight away” Robyn smiled at me “I can’t believe we are married Chris, my dream has come true. Thank you” furrowing my eyebrows “don’t say thank you, you’re right. Why wait, it’s one of the best moments of my life, besides finding out about pea drop” my hand lightly touching Robyn’ stomach “we’re going to have many more special moments” leaning down, pressing a kiss to Robyn’ lips being careful to not ruin her lipstick.

Holding Robyn’ hand as we made our way down the steps, being careful not to walk too quickly. I don’t like Robyn wearing heels now she is pregnant, she needs to be careful. Dennis is really working for his money though, walking backwards down the steps as he took the pictures “I am really in love with these pictures of you both, what a beautiful couple” I chuckled “are you speaking about me or Robyn?” licking my lips, intertwining our fingers as we made our way to the marquee I know everyone is waiting, we told them to just eat “can we just skip to the honeymoon now? I really want to fuck you so bad” Robyn shushed me “stop it” Yusuf came up to us “wait here, we need to announce you’re coming” he ran off, I mean ran he skipped off “announce us? I didn’t even see the end product, is it nice in there?” I wasn’t around for when they finished it “it looks amazing, you wouldn’t think we had a pool out here, I am in love with it” shuffling closer to the entrance because the music lowered down “please stand up for newlyweds Mr and Mrs Fenty-Brown” licking my top lip smiling as Robyn and I just looked at each other, we both walked into the marque and I was taken aback, she wasn’t wrong with how beautiful and how big it is inside, staring at the roof with the dangling lights and white flowers, it’s amazing. Looking around and seeing everyone just cheering for us, they been waiting for us to come down.

Throwing up gang signs in the photobooth as it took the pictures “wait for us” TJ said and jumped in stepping inside as he pushed in front of us, resting my arm on Barry as it took pictures again. Drake placed his arms around me and Barry and took more pictures “y’all niggas hogging this shit, get out” I laughed pushing Barry out, the ladies are complaining that we are taking too long “you can wait actually” Nikia grabbed my arm “we want pictures with you” letting out an oh “see you out there” Drake patted my shoulder “with all of you, come on now” this is like a queue “you not going to take pictures with Lionel now? Don’t be so rude” I chuckled “oh of course him, just not you ladies” walking back into the booth “well boo fucking hoo, we are coming in” seeing my chocolate drop “oh my god, no way. Let me take a picture with just Majesty, get out” taking Majesty from Noella “hello there” kissing her cheek, turning her around. Pulling her dress down “are you ready” holding Majesty close, biting my bottom lip as the picture got taken “another one” I need to smile, I smiled wide as the picture got taken again “right, time for us” Robyn’ family came in, I mean if they want a picture I don’t mind that.

Walking with Lionel slowly, he wants to see Robyn. She is still sitting in the same place I left her but she is with her friends, I don’t know what they are bitching about but they are bitching about something “doesn’t she look beautiful Chris, she looks so beautiful” nodding my head agreeing “she does, I am one lucky man. I can’t even believe she is my wife. Sit down” I pointed at my seat “thank you son” he sat next to Robyn “I will talk to you later” Tina rushed off and so did Yusuf, I wonder what that was about “did you enjoy the wedding? I am sorry I didn’t speak to you much; I have been so busy” Lionel waved Robyn over “yes?” Robyn moved closer to him; he is whispering things now. I do wonder what he is saying to her but then I remembered I told him about her pregnant, Robyn looked at me all fake shocked “Chris can’t keep anything quiet; I would have told you. You happy?” Lionel smiled at Robyn “I am, dreams do some true don’t they Robyn” they are so cute together, I like Lionel a lot. Feeling a pair of arms around me, looking to the side of me “my son is a man now, so proud of you. Had me choked up there” turning to my dad “I can’t believe I am married dad, it’s so surreal to me to think that I am married, thank you for always being here for me and for showing me how to be a man most of all” My dad hugged me close.

I don’t do public shit at all, but I know as a man I need to take the lead with this shit, I mean I don’t want too but I have no choice in this. Rushing across the floor to Robyn, I need to make it to Robyn in time but I will make it but she is forever in deep conversation with someone “hey, shall we?” I broke up the conversation, holding my hand out to Robyn “huh” she said confused and then let out an oh “you’re really taking the lead in this” holding Robyn’ hand “mhmmm” she knows damn well I had no choice in this, the room became awfully quiet as the piano started playing as Endless Love started to play “oh my gosh” Robyn said, I held Robyn by the waist and pulled her close to me, her hands resting on my chest “you’re going to make me cry, oh my god” I shushed Robyn as we swayed along “two hearts, two hearts that beat as one, our lives have just begun” I sang to her even though I can’t sing for shit, Robyn is such a wreck about this “cause you mean the world to me” resting my forehead against Robyn’ closing my eyes, this is so perfect.

I didn’t expect and I never asked Drake to even perform anything, because it was never about that, but he did it because he wanted too and it’s lit. Drake put his arm around “No new niggas, nigga we don't feel that. Fuck a fake friend, where your real friends at. We don't like to do too much explaining. Story stay the same through the money and the fame, cause we started from the bottom, now we're here. Started from the bottom, now my whole team fuckin' here” we all sang together “hold on, hold on. One minute” Drake said “I got my eyes on you” he sang and then placed the mic in my face “you’re everything that I see” I sound bad “and what you want to do tonight?” staring at Drake is this a trick question “nothing rude, come on Chris” he about to get my ass beat, I want to say have sex but that is not the answer “someone help him out” Drake got jokes, he always doing this to me “hold on we’re going home ya nasty!” Mel shouted, Drake laughed “play it DJ, this is for the newlyweds. Congratulations to Mr and Mrs Fenty” pushing Drake, I swear he is so annoying “come on, I got my eyes on you, you're everything that I see I want your hot love and emotion endlessly” everyone sang together.

[xxisxxisxxis]

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I exhale, turning to look at Nikki where he's laying beside me, a sickly pale tone to his skin, his black hair tangled, his hand that is clinging to mine, covered in tracks, the same appearance as his other hand. 

I can't help but wonder if I bathed him if he'd wake up. He reeks, and he's rough looking, only adding to my guilt. 

Fred gave him a sleeping pill to ease him off of his coke high--he's been freebasing again, just cooking it up in the room's microwave. 

I don't know what the hell to do about him. 

I wish I did. 

Turning over to face him, I brush his bangs out of his eyes, my fingertips lightly dusting over his cheeks, dark circles under his eyes. 

They were supposed to play tonight, but said Nikki came down with the flu and added the show to the second round of U.S. tours lined up for early next year. 

The Nikki I knew would have never put drugs over his music, his fans, and especially not his relationship. 

But, the Nikki I knew also wouldn't have cheated on me…

It's been hard to accept the fact that the Nikki I fell in love with six years ago, isn't around anymore. 

1981

I finish getting my church dress back on, grinning at Nikki as he gets his pants laced back up, the both of us glancing at each other in the back of my car. 

"What's mommy and daddy gonna say when I send their girl back home all turned out?" He asks me, smugly, and I put my heels back on, scoffing. 

"Gee, just come home with me and find out." I shrug. 

"I'll pass." He mumbles, pulling his shirt over his head. 

"Oh, c'mon, I'm sure they'd love you." I nudge him with my elbow. 

"Your mom would piss her granny-panties." He argues, wrinkling his nose a little and I just blink at him. 

"Maybe...but I'm pretty sure my dad would like you." I inform him. 

"Like hell he does." He says to himself and I just let out a breath. 

"So…" I say after a few seconds of silence and he nods a little, awkward tension filling the air around us. 

"...Well." He lets out in the same tone. 

"Good freaking night." I go to open the car door, irritated that he doesn't offer up to hangout and do stuff other than fool around, slamming the door shut.

"Hey, what's up?" He asks me, getting out next, standing by the driver's door, blocking my way. 

"Nothing. I'll see you later." I mumble, nudging him out of my way, opening my door but he's quickly shutting it before I can. 

"Viv, what's--" 

"--I'm gonna start charging you to sleep with me." I state blatantly and his hazel eyes widen, a shit eating smirk on his lips as he chuckles out, "what?" 

"You'd think since we have sex with each other so often it'd at least make us friends, but all you wanna do when we hangout is screw around and then go do whatever with the guys." I tell him. "And, no, this isn't me being a 'typical girl' and developing feelings for you just because we've had sex. It's me being tired of feeling like I'm just being used to get you off." 

"I'm being used to get you off so it's a win-win, is it not?" 

"You sound like Vince." I snap. "All that's happening is I screw you, you screw me, we leave, and don't talk until we're both horny again." 

"Is that not how this works?" 

"The least we can do is get food afterwards or something." I suggest. 

"...Like a date?" 

I gag at the thought. 

"Ew, no." I tell him and he looks confused. "Like, um...I don't know. But since I don't hate you enough to not hook up with you, anymore, I think we could at least get to know who we're hooking up with a little better."

"Friends with benefits?" He clarifies. 

"No, no, we're not friends." I point out and he let me get in my car. 

"I'll see you tomorrow night?" He throws out and I nod. "Wear something pretty--we're going to McDonald's." He smugly smiles and I roll my eyes, holding back a laugh. 

I'm shaking the memory away when there's a knock at the door and I slowly get out of bed, trying not to wake Nikki, slipping my hand from his as my feet hit the hotel carpet. 

I open the door, seeing Mick.

"They wanted us to go ahead and start getting our stuff together to leave." He informs me. "Apparently Guns has some solo shows at some clubs nearby so they're staying behind and we'll back up with them tomorrow night." He informs me and I nod, smiling softly, before he lets out a small breath. "I know you're hurt, and you've got every right to be, but would it not make more sense to file for divorce before you move on, as opposed to moving on before you even really know if you're gonna leave or not?" He asks next, under his breath so Nikki has no way of hearing it. 

"Ask your married girlfriend that before you come at me with it, Mick, alright?" I ask him neutrally, shutting the door in his face before stepping back to the bed, hesitant to wake Nikki up but doing it anyway so we won't be late. 

I wasn't shocked when Mick let on that he knew about Duff and I because, like with me and Nikki, he just knew when something was up.

Looking back, Mick had a point, but at that time he was the last person I wanted to hear it from, because Emi wasn't estranged from her husband, or even on bad terms with him. She was just cheating for whatever reason while her husband stayed in the blissful dark. Mick was "the other woman" therefore he had no place to speak to me about my relationship with Duff.

"Nikki, get up, we gotta get packed." I gently shake him and he groans out. 

"Baby, let me sleep." He mumbles, eyes squeezed closed, face scrunching slightly for a second. 

"We gotta be in L.A. in seven hours, c'mon." I nudge at him again, and his red eyes open, disgruntled, taking a moment before sitting up.

"I did it again last night?" He asks me, rubbing the crust from his eyes as I slip my slippers on. 

"Yep."

"Are they pissed?" 

"They're worried." I inform him. "I'm worried, too." I add, stepping to the door. 

"I'm fine." He says after me.

"Glad to hear it." I open the door, taking a moment to add, "and I'm not 'baby' to you anymore," before leaving. 

I get to my room and get my things packed, being interrupted by a knock at the door. 

When I get it open, Duff is on the other side, wearing nothing but his underwear. 

"I think I left my necklace in here." He tells me and I step aside, watching him grab it from the bedside table before he turns to me and says, "so, you guys are leaving tonight?" He asks me.

"Yeah." I nod. "Gotta go watch Vince walk down the aisle." 

He chuckles and I do, too, realizing how ironic the reality of it is. 

"...Is, um...Nikki okay?" He cautiously questions.

"Yeah." I nod. "I'm sorry I didn't go back to your room last night, I just thought it'd be best if he eased off before I went to bed and then I accidentally fell asleep before I could leave so…" 

"No, no, Viv, it's fine. You still care about him, even though he's shitty sometimes he's still the guy you've been with for the past six years. I'm not upset that you're making sure he's okay." He nods reassuringly. 

Before I can say "okay", there's another knock at my door, and I step to it and open it, Tommy and Vince waiting for me. 

"Ya ready?" Tommy asks, him and Vince both wearing sunglasses. 

"Yeah." I reply, going to zip my suitcase, Tommy following in after me to grab it, taking a double take when he notices Duff. 

"Hey, man."

"Hey." Duff replies, rubbing the back of his neck, before looking to Vince. "Vinnie, you ready to walk down that aisle?" He asks him with a smile.

"Yeah, just so Sharise will stop bitching about wedding details." He responds with a groan in his tone and Duff chuckles. "But her and Skylar are coming back with me for a honeymoon so just be on your best behavior--not that you aren't most times." He adds. 

"Nah, I'll give Slash and Stevie the heads up, though." He assures him. 

"Thanks, dude." Vince says back.

"Alright, see you when we get back." Tommy says, patting at Duff's shoulder. 

"See ya." Duff says to them as they head out. 

"I gotta pee and I'll be down." I lie.

Vince looks at me, oddly, with a small bit of hesitance before he shuts the door and I rub my lips and look at Duff, fumbling with my fingers. 

"You're not breaking up with me already, are you?" He repeats what I asked him before and I smile and shake my head.

"No, no." I grab his hand and tug him closer to me and he kisses my hair, wrapping his arms around me, tightly, and I rest my cheek against his skin. 

"Just have a safe flight, try not to kill anyone." He tells me and I nod.

"I love you." I tell him, looking up at him. 

"I love you, too." He leans down and kisses me, pulling away too soon. "I'll see you tomorrow night."

"See you tomorrow night." I agree, taking a mental picture of his soft grin.

The next day was spent scrambling to keep everyone together--especially Nikki--because Sharise deserved one day to be with Vince without a fight...little did I know the only fight that would occur would be between Vince and I, and not him and Nikki, like I feared.

"Okay," I straighten her veil, examining her dress one last time as she hands me my bouquet, "you look beautiful, Sharise." I assure her and she continues nitpicking possible flaws in the mirror. 

"I know we're already married so this is just a vow renewal or whatever but I'm nervous." She admits to me, fanning at herself a little. 

"There's no reason to be." I tell her. 

"Where's Sky?" 

"With your parents." 

"Where's Tansy?" 

"Getting her dress on." 

"Where's Nikki?"

"In the bathroom." 

"In the bathroom or shooting up?" 

"In the bathroom. Tommy's on smack watch." 

"Okay." She lets out a breath, trying to calm down. "Vince...is he--"

"He's ready to walk when you are." As I say this, the door opens and Nikki and Tansy come in.

"Sharise, the wedding party's waiting for you." Tansy tells her a little shakily. 

I think she's beginning to withdrawal. 

"Alright. Okay." Sharise inhales and exhales. 

"You got this." I promise her. 

"You're right." She nods and I help her with her dress as she heads to the door. 

Nikki, Tommy, Mick, and a couple other guys I've never met that are good friends of Sharise and Vince are wearing their tuxes with a hot pink sash, to match the bridesmaids knee length, hot pink dresses with black tull underlying the skirt. 

We file into line, Nikki and getting in front of Sharise since she's appointed me with Matron of honor. 

"You showered." I mumble to Nikki, impressed. 

"Tommy threatened to spray me off with a water hose. I didn't feel like being cold." He mumbles and I scoff as the music starts, the doors opening to lead outside, where we have to walk down stone stairs to meet in a spacious courtyard. 

"I'm getting war flashbacks." He says next once it's our turn to start walking. 

"From our wedding, yeah, me freaking too." I reply in a hiss. 

"I was gonna say from Tommy's wedding but sure." He scoffs bitterly. 

"Just don't leave this one every fifteen minutes to slip into the bathroom and shoot up." I ignore his comment, the arm that my hand is looped through tenses up and I can feel him glaring at me through his sunglasses. 

"Don't be a fucking bitch." He tells me as we step down the stairs and approach the guests, seeing Vince and the other groomsmen and bridesmaids waiting for us. 

"Little late for that." I point out. 

"And our wedding wasn't even that bad, Viv." He randomly cuts back to our initial back and forth and I fake a smile for the crowd, speaking through my teeth to reply, "Wish I could say the same for the months to follow it." 

We separate at the alter, and I push my feelings aside when I look to see Sharise stepping down the stairs, looking stunning as ever. 

When she gets down here, I'm straightening the back of her dress as she takes Vince's hands. 

The ceremony doesn't take very long, and once the reception comes and all the pictures are done with being taken, I'm ready to get out of this dress--but it's not ready for me to get out of it.

I grind my teeth, dreading asking this bastard for help, but I know he's got his knife and the zipper of my dress is stuck. 

"Nikki," I tap at his shoulder as he downs another glass of wine. 

"What?" He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. 

"Can you help me get out of this dress?" I ask him and he suddenly bursts into laughter. 

"I'd rather fuck a pot of boiling hot oil than fuck you." He tells me. 

"No, asshole, I mean literally help me get this off because the zipper is stuck." I explain. 

"Oh." He says, turning me to look at it. "Yeah, I guess." He stands up and I head to the bathroom as he pulls his pocket knife from his pocket.

Once we get to the bathroom, I'm pulling my arms from the sleeves the best I can before I look at him. 

"Just go to sawing away here." I point to the seam that's three-fourths zipped. 

He starts cutting at it, and it soon gets looser and looser to the point there should be plenty of room to finish pushing it down my hips...and I would if his hands weren't steadily holding at my bare sides, his eyes on my back as I look at him in the mirror and wait for him to snap back into reality. 

He never does, and I'm forced to clear my throat to whisk the tension away. 

"Um, I got it from here." I tell him, hinting that his hands on my skin aren't needed.

He just looks at me in the mirror and holds at them tighter, making me go to hit at the tops of his hands, only I realize this is one of the few moments he probably finds peace in because he can pretend, even for a second, that everything isn't screwed sideways. 

I just rest my palms over his hands, making eye contact with him in the mirror, looking us over, and I smile sadly, realizing we won't ever be those people again. 

After his moment is finished, he's gently patting my sides before taking a step back and putting his knife back into his pocket. 

"Thanks, again." I say to him before he goes. "No problem." He mumbles, stepping out. 

I rush back to the bridal suite to avoid being seen half naked, to change into a more comfortable dress.

As soon as I shut the door, I turn around and see Vince nursing a beer, and I jump. 

"Jesus, Vince!" I snap at him, taking a deep breath and he rolls his eyes for a second. "What the hell are you doing here?" I ask him, peeling the dress down my legs, not caring that he's getting an eyeful of me in nothing but skimpy panties since he's seen me completely naked in the pictures of me that Nikki's shown off to him. 

"Hiding from my in laws." He replies, taking another sip of beer. 

"You're not supposed to be drinking." I remind him.

"Who's gonna tell them?" He asks me, raising his brows. 

"Doesn't matter if the state doesn't know--God knows. That's who you'll have to answer to in the end." 

"Oh-Oh, my fuck." He chuckles out, his tongue swiping the inside of his bottom lip. 

"What? You think standing before God and being confronted with the fact you're still drinking after killing your friend in a drunk driving accident is funny?" I hiss at him.

 "I think the bible warns against becoming a drunkard but doesn't it also say, "you must not commit adultery'?" 

My heart pounds in my chest, my eyes wide, and he stands up from his spot on the fluffy parlor chair. 

"So you can give me shit about killing Razzle and still drinking, but every time the sweat on Duff's back dries after he's done fucking you, it's just another nail being hammered into Nikki's coffin, once he finds out." He says, pointing at me with the hand holding at his bottle. "And that blood's gonna be on your hands." He adds. "Not mine." 

[what-is-your-plan-today]

Stark Spangled Banner: Stab Me In The Front

Part 1: America’s Asshole 

Intro: It’s been a year since Katie was held hostage by Hydra, and whilst she’s still working through her feelings she has an idea about how she can make other people’s lives better as a result of her ordeal. Alongside this, she needs to take a trip to Boston to meet Harlan Thrombey-SIP’s latest author. Slightly nervous about taking a business trip alone after what happened last time, Steve offers to go with her.

What could possibly go wrong?

Warnings: Bad language. SMUT (NSWFW)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

Square Filled : “Mistaken Identity” @avengersbingo​ A/N: So, here we go. An Avengers/Knives Out Cross Over where Katie and Steve come face to face with America’s Asshole! The tongues are sharp and the knives are out! This is set in 2015 so way before the KO storyline so therefore contains no spoilers! You don’t need to have read SSM to understand or enjoy but please do so if you wish. 

Main Masterlist 

**Shout out to @icanfeelastormbrewing​ for being my Insult Partner when I was writing this!!**

PLEASE PLEASE REBLOG and COMMENT, This is probably my fave part of this fic I’ve written to date!! 

 October 2015

 “So, Mr Thrombey, that’s all confirmed.” Katie said, tapping at a key on her computer to lock the meeting in her calendar “11 am, Next Thursday, the 15th ”

“I’ll send you through the zip code and location for your GPS.” Harlan responded “The house is just outside of Lincoln, not far from Pierce Park. It shouldn’t be too far for you if you’re staying at the Harbor.”

“Thank you.” Katie smiled as she spoke into her phone, “I look forward to meeting you on Thursday Sir.”

“Oh, less of the Sir, Harlan please. And the pleasure is all mine Miss Stark…I mean, Mrs Rogers, my apologies!” The man chuckled “And thank you for accommodating my need to pull this meeting forward by a few days.”

“It’s not a problem.” she assured him. They exchanged pleasantries again and then she cut the call and leaned back in her chair, cracking her neck, before she double checked the travel arrangements. The hotel was booked, flight was sorted, hire care was confirmed. All that she needed to do was not forget the annotated manuscript or the cover ideas.

The door to her office opened and she looked up to see Tony leaning in the doorway, waving a Starbucks cup at her one of their familiar brown paper bags, clearly bearing treats.

“I love you bro…” she smiled at him as he wandered in, chuckling, placing the drink and paper bag down in front of her. She looked into the bag and gave a moan when she saw it was a rather large, gooey looking brownie, and gave a bigger moan when she sipped her drink and found it to be a Pumpkin Spiced Latte. “Perfect Elevenses!”

“Well thought you might need one, you’ve been locked in here since 7 this morning…”

“You got FRIDAY spying on me?” she narrowed her eyes at him.

“No.” he said at the same time the AI affirmed her suspicions.

“He has indeed had me watch you, Mrs Rogers.” “Traitor.” Tony rolled his eyes and Katie chuckled

“Well I had all this Harlan Thrombey stuff to sort, Steve’s still in Copenhagen with Sam chasing the alleged latest sighing of Bucky.” she shrugged “Not much point in lying in when you’re wide awake is there?”

“True.” Tony nodded. “Are you going back to the Compound tonight?”

“I dunno.” she shrugged “I might just stay here again if that’s ok?”

“Kiddo, you own part of this Tower, it’s always gonna be your home too.” Tony shrugged, “You can stay as long as you want.”

“Thanks Tone.” she smiled. She didn’t want to admit it, but she felt safer in the Tower whilst Steve was away, even thought it was ridiculous as the Compound was just as secure, being closer to her brother was a comfort.

“I haven’t forgotten what tomorrow is.” Tony said gently, looking at her.

“Funnily enough me neither.” she sighed “I should be celebrating, a year to the day Bucky broke me out of that fucking shit hole in Canada.” she pulled off her glasses, another remnant of her time with HYDRA. Since she’d been kept for 6 weeks in that horrific cell she’d needed glasses for anything that required a long period of concentration on a computer screen or monitor if she wanted to avoid migraines. Bruce seemed to think it was something to do with the fact that her cell had been painfully bright all the time and that continued exposure to artificial light in such a way triggered a subconscious response. 

She swallowed “I’ve been trying not to think about it.” she said gently.

“Which is why I booked you and Pepper into the Dominick for the afternoon.” he smiled at her “Well, Pepper has, I’ve just given her the credit card…full deep tissue massage, facial and then Franco’s booked to do your hair…and don’t bother telling me you’re busy as I had your diary cleared and everything reschedule to next week” he watched as she opened her mouth before shutting it,, shaking her head softly. “You leave in 30 minutes.”

“You spoil me.” she smiled softly. 

“Anything for my girls, plus I thought it might keep you busy whilst Spangles is otherwise engaged.”

“He was hoping to be back but when I spoke to him before he doesn’t know if he’s gonna be.” she shrugged “it is what it is.” Tony smiled at her before he stood up “Yes, it is. And this afternoon is your pamper time so get your shit together and meet Pepper downstairs.”

“Yes sir.” she said, saluting him with a grin.  

As with anything Pepper or Tony booked, the spa was off the scale. Katie had been meaning to go for ages, and now, as she sat in the chair in Franco’s salon she was already searching available dates to go back with Natasha and Wanda. She laughed and joked with the stylist and Pepper, the pair of them enjoying yet another bottle of champagne as they had their hair done. A couple of hours later, at just gone 7pm, Pepper dragged her out over the road and into a ridiculously expensive wine bar.

“Feeling better?” Pepper asked as Katie took a huge gulp of her Sancerre.

Katie smiled “Much, thank you.” “You know, I’m always here if you want to talk to someone other than Steve about stuff.” Pepper looked at her “And it won’t go any further.”

“That’s the thing, I don’t wanna talk about it…” Katie sighed “You know, Pep, I see all these women out there, read their testimonies and things and I just wonder how they’re so strong, like, how can they can just stand up and talk about what happened to them?” she trailed off, shaking her head “And me? I just wanna pretend it never happened. So much for being an Avenger huh?”

“Hey…” Pepper shook her head, looking at her sternly. “Stop that, right now.” “Well it’s true.” Katie shrugged “I mean, I’m a public figure right? But all people know is I was missing for 6 weeks, but it was put down to a mission gone awry. I just..well, I feel like I should be out there, trying to make a difference, helping people.”

“Kiddo, what you went through…” Pepper swallowed “I can’t even begin to imagine. And how you’ve dealt with and processed it, well, frankly I don’t know how you’ve been so strong. There is no shame in wanting to simply move on and leave it in the past.”

“I know.” Katie said softly “Thank you. Having everyone around me makes me realise how lucky I actually am. I’ve got a huge support network. Not everyone who goes through...” she swallowed, not quite able to say it “not everyone has that to fall back on.” Pepper pondered something before she looked at Katie, “You know, we haven’t picked our Partner Charity for the Stark Relief Fund next year…we could make it one that deals with Sexual violence. No need to go into details as to why.” Katie considered that for a moment, before she nodded “That’s not a bad idea.” she clicked her nails against her wine glass, thoughtfully “It would make a difference, right?”

Pepper nodded. “Absolutely. Give it some thought, see how you feel.” “I will, thanks.” she smiled. 

****

Steve was exhausted but wasn’t willing to spend another moment away from his wife. So the moment the jet was down he headed straight for the garage, jumped on his bike and roared out of the compound heading down town towards Manhattan.

“Good Evening Captain Rogers…” FRIDAY greeted him as he pressed his palm to the access pad at the rear entrance from the underground car park “Mrs Rogers is in your apartment.”

“Thanks FRIDAY.” he said, as the elevator began to rise. It stopped a few floors up, and when the doors flew open he was greeted by Tony who was undoing his tie.

“Oh, you’re back.” he said, looking at Steve appraisingly.

“You’re up late.” Steve looked at him.

“Just working on a few things.” Tony said vaguely. “How was the search for Tin Man?” “Well, it was him alright.” Steve said, running a hand down his tired face “Few more leads to work on. We could have stayed out there for a bit longer truth be told but, well, I wanted to be here tomorrow, you know.” Steve said, shrugging.

The two men shared a moment of understanding, both of them having experienced unsurmountable raw pain and anguish over the 6 weeks Katie had been missing and it wasn’t something they were likely to forget any time soon. If ever.

“She know you’re home?” Tony looked at him again. Steve shook his head.

“Wanted to surprise her.”

Tony smiled softly, “She’s probably asleep.  Her and Pep have been in the Spa all afternoon and they’ve drunk a lot so…”

Steve gave a huff of a laugh “Yeah she messaged me before saying you’d sent her there out for the afternoon. That was really thoughtful of you Tony.” “Well it happens occasionally.” Tony said as the elevator stopped at his floor. “Listen, Steve…”

Steve turned to face him.

“She’s not been herself the last few weeks.” Tony scratched at his beard and Steve took a deep breath.

“I know.” he said gently “I think she’s just, well, processing, if that’s the right word. We only got back from our honeymoon 3 weeks and it kinda hit her when we got back just what time of year it was. Whilst we were away she didn’t have time to think about it.”

“Just…well, take care of her for me ok?” Tony said, looking at the Soldier.

Steve nodded “Always Tony, you had my word on that when I told you I wanted to marry her, and I meant it.”

Tony nodded and clapped him on the shoulder, giving him a look of thanks before he left the elevator on the Part Floor level. It began to rise again and Steve let out a soft sigh. Tony was right, the last 2 weeks in particular Katie had been a little quiet, less vivacious, almost withdrawn even. At first he had put it down to post honeymoon blues but Natasha had pointed out that this time 12 months ago she had been at the mercy of Hydra, with those bastards brutalising her in ways that he couldn’t even bring himself to think about. For this reason, he’d been reticent to go on the latest mission but Katie had insisted, pointing out that they couldn’t not carry on with their lives and that she would be alright.

The fact she had basically moved back into the Tower for the 3 days he had been gone, however, made him think that she wasn’t quite as alright as she had told him.

The doors opened on their floor and he stepped out. It was mostly dark as he headed through to the bedroom where he found that the TV was playing on the wall, but Katie was fast asleep, one of the pillows clutched to her chest as a makeshift cuddle partner. With a soft smile he closed the door and headed over to the bed. Kicking off his boots he lay on his side, facing her, and brushed her soft hair back off her face before pressing a kiss to the bridge then tip of her nose and finally her lips.

She stirred, her face scrunching up in that adorable way it always did, before she blinked her eyes open. It took her a second to focus but when she did her lips curled upwards into a soft smile which became an ear to ear grin.

“Hey sweetheart.” he said softly, kissing her again, his hand cupping her face.

“You’re home.” she said, reaching up to lay her hand over his. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming back?”

“Wanted to surprise you.” he smiled.

“Well it worked.”

“I missed you.” he said softly, his thumb caressing her cheekbone.

“Missed you more.” she shot back and he chuckled.

“Doubt it. How was the Spa?”

“Oh it was amazing.” she gushed, her eyes shining “I had this deep tissue massage and the guy hit spots on my back I didn’t even know I had. The facial was great, and my hair…”

“I like the colour.” he said smiling, gently moving his hand so he twirled a piece around his finger. The ends were slightly lighter than usual, almost a dark honey blonde, and it extended a little up the strands before evening out.

“It’s called ballayage.” she smiled at him. “I just fancied a bit of a change.”

“Looks good on you.” he smiled “I’m glad you had a nice time, you deserve it.”

“How was the mission?” she asked “Worth it?”

“Yes and no.” he shrugged “We have a few more leads we can chase up but…” he took a deep breath “I’m beginning to wonder what the point is. He clearly doesn’t wanna be found.”

“The point is he’s your friend, your brother.” Katie smiled, moving her hand to run her fingers over his jawline, the pads scratchings lightly against his 5-oclock shadow. “Maybe he just needs a bit of time to find himself first, that doesn’t mean you have to give up on him. Besides, I need to give him back his jacket.”

“And I need to thank him.” Steve said, “For getting my beautiful girl out and safe.”

“I can’t believe it’s been a year tomorrow since he found me.” she said softly

“Is that what’s been bothering you?” he asked.

“Huh?”

“The last few weeks you’ve not been yourself.”

She licked her lips and nodded “Yeah, I just…well, I didn’t give it much thought when we were on our honeymoon, you know, but since coming back and ramping up the Thrombey Campaign it’s kinda hit home a little.” And suddenly Steve understood. SIP were publishing the man’s latest book, “The Colour of Revenge” which was all about a Detective on the trail of a killer who was hunting down and dispatching of 6 men who had been acquitted of a gang rape and murder.

“Shit…” he let out a groan “Honey I…I’m so stupid not to realise that…” “Hey.”she frowned, “Don’t…” She reached up and smoothed the lines that had appeared on his brow and he let out a sigh, gently reaching up to lace his fingers with hers, bringing her hand towards him and placing a soft kiss on her wrist.

“It’s better now you’re home.” she said gently. He smiled and gave her a gentle kiss again.

“Is that everything?” he pressed and she hesitated again.

“I’m scared.” she said eventually, looking at him.

“Scared of what?”

“Going away, on my own.” she sighed, tears brimming in her eyes “I hate that they made me like this Steve.”

He let out a sigh, he hated that she was scared too. She didn’t deserve it. 

“Why don’t I come with you?” he asked, the idea suddenly forming in his mind.  She stilled for a moment and he continued “Not to the actual meeting, but I can drop you off and pick you up, hang around, whatever you want me to do.”

She looked up at him smiling softly, not even trying to pretend she wasn’t relieved he had offered. “Would you?”

“Of course.” he nodded, wiping the tears off her face. “You only had to ask.” “I didn’t want to.” she admitted “I know how busy you are here and…” “That can wait.” he said, holding her face in his hands as he drove his message home “you’re the most important thing in my life and if me coming with you makes you feel better then…” he shrugged “Besides, I’ve always wanted to go to Boston.”

“We can make a little trip out of it if you like?” she said, somewhat hopefully “Come back on the Saturday?”

“Sure.” he smiled at her. “Let’s do it.”

“Oh Stevie you’re gonna love it.” she beamed, and he smiled at the way her face had gone from being furrowed with worry to alive with excitement. “Massachusetts is amazing in the fall and Boston is just stunning…” “Well I’ll make sure I bring my sketch book.” he smiled “Give me something to do whilst you’re in the meeting.” “Thank you.” she said softly. “I’ll book us somewhere nice to eat one night. Give us an excuse to wear something pretty.”

“Like you need an excuse.” he teased, and she nipped him harshly on the arm. He chuckled and then with a groan he unwillingly pushed himself up off the bed.

“I need a shower.” he said, almost apologetically. “I won’t be long.”

“You better not be.” she muttered and he smiled, dropping a kiss to her forehead before he headed into the bathroom.

True to his word, he wasn’t long. 5 minutes, tops. But by the time he came back, the TV was off and Katie was fast asleep. Thinking back to what Tony had said, he found himself wondering if she had actually slept much at all whilst he was gone.

Steve dried himself off, stepped into a clean pair of boxers and then slid into the bed next to his wife, slipping his arms around her. Once her back was nestled snugly into his chest, he dropped a soft kiss to her neck and closed his eyes, happy to have her in his arms.

****

Steve woke the next morning to find his girl tangled around him. She’d shifted in the night, clearly, and now her face was pressed into his chest, right leg snaked between both of his, her right hand was slid under his arm, lightly gripping his shoulder whilst her left rested against her head, fingers in her hair. Smiling to himself he pulled her closer, relishing the feel of her against him. She murmured something incoherently as she gently moved, her cheek pressing into the hair on his chest, the hand around his shoulder slid down to the base of his back where her fingers simply rested, soft against his spine as she continued to sleep. 

And Steve was quite happy to let her nap for longer, using him as her own personal cuddly toy.

He dozed in and out of consciousness again, drifting off for another 10 minutes or so, before he felt Katie stirring in his arms, and a soft kiss gently being pressed to his jaw line. He smiled at the contact and tightened his hold on her again, his eyes still closed.

“Morning beautiful.” he said softly, his voice still thick with sleep.

“Morning soldier.” she said, her cheek returning to his chest as she basked in the safety and warmth of his hold as his hand crept up the back of the stolen shirt she was wearing, his rough fingers ever so gentle against her skin as he trailed the pads up and down her spine.

“Sleep ok?” he asked, his eyes still not opening.

“Yeah.” she assured him, truthfully. It had been the best night sleep she’d had in days.

“Good. What do you fancy doing today?”

He felt her still and then she pulled back slightly, and at that he opened his eyes and blinked to see those gorgeous emeralds locked onto him.

“Are you not needed at the Compound?”

He shook his head “Kitten, I’ve not seen you for almost 3 days so I figured we deserved one together.”

She groaned “I have meetings this morning.” “That’s ok, I’ll meet you at lunch.” he said, tucking her hair behind her ear.

She didn’t argue. She knew full well why he’d taken the time out, and frankly she adored him for it. Without saying a word she leaned up and captured his lips in a gentle kiss that quickly became heated…but was shattered by the piercing noise of Katie’s alarm.

She gave a groan, and made to move.

“Don’t you dare…” Steve mumbled against her mouth, his grip on her tightening.

“Stevie…” she sighed “I gotta…”

He reached over, his large body flattening her into the mattress making her giggle as he swiped across the screen of her StarkPhone silencing it.

“You ain’t gotta do shit…” he said, hovering over her on his elbows. “Except me.” he added as an afterthought.

“Oh so you’re gonna to explain to the board why I’m late?” she looked at him.

“To be honest...” he said, dipping his head to trail hot kisses up the side of the next “...they probably won’t even notice you’re not there. I mean, are you really that important?”

“Fuck you.” she giggled back.

“Believe me, I’m tryin’” he quipped, his mouth nipping at her ear lobe. That made her giggle even more and she felt his lips curve into a smile against her skin.

“I love it when you do that.” he said gently, using his leg to part hers, leaving a large thigh pressed against her mound.

“What?”

“Laugh.” he said, his mouth moving up her jaw line “Makes me happy.”

“You’re such a sentimental sap.” she mumbled, as his lips claimed hers again, the heat between her legs intensifying as the kiss grew deeper, tongues lashing against one another. Steve pulled back for long enough to pull his shirt over her head before his lips returned to hers and Katie’s hand slid into his hair, one hand gently winding into the longer locks on top, her nails on the other dragging against the hairline on his neck. His hands moved, one gently cupping the side of her face, the other, gently skimming over her breast, her nipples already hardened. He gently teased one with the pad of his thumb and his mouth moved down to the other, his tongue and lips working in tandem. She gave a little involuntary twitch against his thigh and once more his lips quirked up into a smirk.

“You want something baby girl?” he asked, peeking up at her and she nodded.

“Stevie, don’t make me beg, please.”

And when she asked so nicely like that, how could he ever refuse? He hooked his fingers into the sleep shorts she was wearing and worked them down, before flipping down the waist band of his boxers. Katie bent her legs, as he shuffled upwards and worked into her, the pair of them letting out a groan each at the contact. Steve’s hands fell to either side of Katie’s face as he held himself up on his forearms, kissing her deeply as he flexed his hips forward, again and again, picking up a gentle rhythm.

It was soft, it was gentle, it was loving, everything she knew her soldier to be and it wasn’t long before he had her writhing and groaning loudly, his lips assaulting that spot on her neck.

“So good…” he groaned, his thrusts getting deeper. “Feel so good kitten…”

“Keep talking.” she keened, arching into him as her hands raked down his back.

“You were made for me, God I love you Mrs Rogers. So fucking much…” he said, his words punctuated by his heavy breaths as she gave a soft cry, her head falling backwards, eyes fluttering shut as she tightened around him, her legs shuddering slightly as she came.

“Atta girl.” he said, his hips becoming faster as he thrust through her orgasm, chasing his own. It wasn’t long before he felt the ribbons in his belly unravel and he came with a cry of his own, his head buried in her neck, hips slowing, thrusts going deeper before he eventually stilled, a loud contented sigh escaping his mouth.

After a few moments of them simply basking in the afterglow, Katie’s hands trailing through Steve’s ruffled hair as his nose slid against hers, she gave a sigh and pushed on his shoulders gently.

“Baby I really do need to get up.”

He pouted a little causing her to chuckle before he rolled off her and she pushed herself out of bed, heading for the en-suite. Steve watched her go before he swung his legs from under the covers,, found his boxers, pulled them on and headed down to the kitchen to make them both some coffee. *****

The idea had sprung to Katie as she’d headed out for lunch. The local shop was donating a percentage of its earnings that month to a homeless charity, and it set her mind whirring.

“So you want to donate, all the profit we make, from what is going to likely be the biggest book SIP will ever publish, to charity?” Tony looked at her.

“In a nutshell, yeah.” she said, nodding “We can split it across various charities, all those that help victims of sexual assault, abuse or crime…”

“Isn’t that what the Stark Relief Fund is for?” Saul, the SI Finance Director looked at her, and she nodded.

“Yes, but it isn’t just about the money…it’s about raising awareness.” she pressed “A lot of people don’t know those charities existed. Hell, I didn’t know about half of them until a year ago. If we do this, think of the publicity and the press and…”

She trailed off, looking at Tony. He could see the excitement shining in her eyes. She had a point, and it wasn’t like SI needed the money. SIP was her company after all, and if she wanted to use it to do something good, help people, maybe even help herself…then that was fine by him.

He shrugged and looked round the table “SIP’s vision was never about making money.” he said, and Katie beamed at her brother as she realised he was backing her “It was always about helping those who needed a hand to get their work out there…I don’t see why in this case, where they author is already so well-known we can’t use that to help those who need it.”

There was a pause and she looked expectantly round the table. One by one the board members seemed to concede, all of them that is bar their Legal Manager, Dan Robertson who was frowning.

“You’re going to have to bring Mr Thrombey on board Mrs Rogers.” he said, looking at her. “We can’t just use his book as part of a campaign without his permission.” “I know.” she said, nodding. “I’ve already realised that. I’m meeting him on Thursday next week, I’ll have a full proposal and pitch ready.”

There were a few murmurs around the table before Tony spoke “Is that it? Are we settled?”

Everyone looked at one another, nodding, and Katie leaned back in her chair, smiling.

But, she wasn’t smiling now. She had less than 24 hours before they set off for Boston and her pitch was only half way through completion.

“Sweetheart.” Steve’s hands slid over her shoulders where she sat on the chair in her office. She looked effortlessly elegant, even in sweats and an off the shoulder sweater, one toned leg stretched out in front of her, the other bent at the knee so her foot was resting on the seat of the chair, her left hand was curled around her shin, her right was tapping at her keyboard. “It’s late.”

“I know but…” She sighed, “This means a lot to me Steve…I need it to be right.”

Steve knew better than to argue. Instead he leaned over and kissed the side of her neck. “What are you stuck with?”

“I dunno it just…it all seems so impersonal.” she removed her glasses and wrinkled her nose as he sat down in the arm chair in the corner of the room “Facts and figures on sexual assaults and stuff…we all know it happens, it’s about making people want to do something about it.”

“Are you ready to make it personal?” he asked gently, taking a deep breath. He hated thinking about what she had gone through, he truly did, and if he had half a chance he’d rip the bastards limb from limb. But if she was ready to confront what had happened to her, he had to be there to support and back her all of the way, regardless of his own feelings.

“I don’t know.” she said softly “I was talking to Pepper about this the other day. I should be able to, I should be someone other women can look up to, being an Avenger and all but…maybe I’m just not strong enough.” “You’re the strongest person I know.” he leaned forward and locked eyes with her.

“I don’t feel like it when it comes to this.” she sighed.

“Honey…” he scratched at his head “Without wanting to sound flippant, since January this year, you’ve been, ok…well maybe ok isn’t the word but you’ve gotten on with things. You’ve moved forward, we both did.”

“Because we were busy, and we had no choice…”

“Well maybe…” he shrugged “But chasing down a sceptre, fighting Ultron, mobilising a new base, planning a wedding, running a business…it’s all time consuming, stressful stuff that if you really weren’t strong enough to deal with what happened, then it would have all gone to shit and probably tipped you over the edge into a nervous breakdown.”

She brushed a piece of hair behind her ear as she considered what he was saying.

“Honestly…” he continued, his eyes boring into hers. “If you want my opinion I think the fact that it’s the year’s anniversary of what happened that’s playing on your mind a little. You need to stop, look back and how well you’ve done and stop beating yourself up about all the things you haven’t”

She smiled softly and looked down at her hands before she glanced back up at him “When did you get so wise?” He chuckled “Well I am 97 years old.”

She laughed “You don’t look a day over 28.”

He smiled and stood up “I’m gonna make you a hot chocolate, and you’re gonna stop overthinking that and come relax, we’re up early tomorrow. You can do the rest at the hotel tomorrow evening.” “No can do, we’re going out.” she grinned at him “I booked the Chef’s table at Menton…”

“The what?” Steve frowned.

“You never heard of a Chef’s table?” she looked at him, and he shook his head “oh my God I’ve let you down…so badly. Check this out.” she tapped on her computer, bringing up the website and showed him the photos “It’s a private table with a glass wall that gives you a direct view into the kitchen. Totally impossible to get a reservation unless you book like a year in advance…or name drop.”

Steve groaned “You seriously dropped the Captain America wants a table line?”

“Yup” she popped the p as she smirked, closing down the browser page.

“Pain in my ass.” he grumbled, standing up. But as he left the office there was a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

One that his wife had seen.

*****

“So, was it worth a name drop?” Katie asked as they walked back into the Fireside Lounge located in their hotel.

“I’m happy to overlook the fact you acted like a total brat to make that reservation, yes.” he grinned as he went to remove her coat from her shoulders. He looked her up and down, the jump suit she was in was driving him crazy.

She grinned, and shivered slightly.

“Cold?” he asked, frowning.

“A little, don’t wanna sit in my coat though.”

“Do you want me to nip up to the room, grab your cardigan?”

“Would you?” she asked, even though she knew perfectly well he would.

“Course.” he said, dropping a kiss to her cheek “You get the drinks in, be right back.”

She headed over to the bar. The bartender, Will, was the same one who had been on before so he greeted her with a smile.

“Mrs Rogers. How was your meal?”

“Fantastic thank you.” she grinned “Can I get 2 Bourbon’s please? I’ll leave it to your choice, I’ll be back in a second, just need to nip to the bathroom.”

She excused herself and once she’d finally had the pee she’d been dying for since they left the restaurant, she set about touching up her make-up, smiling to herself. She’d deliberately picked this jumpsuit as she knew it got Steve’s blood pumping. It was a simple, plain black one with a V-neck line, but it was tight. Teamed with a thin red leather belt, red leather Jimmy-Choos and a matching bag all set off by the bright red lipstick she was sporting, she knew she looked good. Not that Steve had much room to talk, she could happily perve on him in the dark grey suit he was wearing, teamed with a black dress shirt, his collar left open…he looked good enough to eat, which she was planning on doing later.

She headed back into the bar and spotted Steve perched on one of the stools.

“Hey handsome” she said, slipping her arms round him from the back. But the moment she did that she realised something was off. He felt different, he was softer than Steve was. He smelt different, there was a really heavy woody scent to his aftershave whereas Steve’s preferred Hugo Boss or Gucci, depending on his mood, were both a lot lighter. And when the man spun to face her, although the likeness was indeed uncanny at first glance, his eyes were cold and calculating, his jaw line wasn’t quite as sharp as Steve’s and the smirk he wore on his face was nothing like the cheeky one Steve would sport. It was almost a sneer which spread across his face, every feature laced with disdain.

“What the fuck?” the man glared at her as Katie stepped back, holding her hands up in apology.

“I’m sorry, genuine case of mistaken identity…” she said, taking him in. His shirt was the wrong colour too, only she hadn’t been able to see that from the back.

“Yeah well if you’re touting for business I already got some today so get lost…” the man drawled in his light, Boston accent. “Like I just said I thought you were…hang on…” She frowned as his words registered “You already got some?”

“Yeah, that’s right.” he said, looking her up and down.

“You think I’m a hooker?” Katie snorted.

“Pretty high end one though, I’ll give you that.” the man said, nodding at her.

“I’m not a hooker.” she shook her head, laughing in disbelief.

“Oh, sorry. Do you prefer the term escort?” he raised an eyebrow.

She rolled her eyes, flashing her left hand at him. “I’m married, this was a genuine mistake….” she said, her temper rising slightly. She moved away from him to the side, nodding at Will who slid the check over for her to sign to charge the drinks to their room.

Ransom observed her for a moment, fighting the smirk that was threatening to break across his face. After another row with his stupid Libtard cousin and his mother who had been at his Grandfather’s house before, he’d come out with the sole intention of getting laid and then so drunk he could hardly remember his name. After a visit to one of his usual fuck buddies he’d achieved the first part, now he was concentrating on the second. He’d been initially irritated by this woman’s interruption, but now she was getting sassy back, and he wasn’t about to let it drop. He could tell she had money, that much was clear to see. The way she talked, held herself, was dressed. Whilst she wasn’t a hooker as he had originally thought (although to be fair to her, she was pretty hot, he’d consider fucking her if the opportunity arose) she was probably living off some 70 odd year old rich banker husband. A trophy wife. Huh, maybe she wanted a fuck after all…hell, he might not have to pay for it. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth and all that.

“And does your husband know you’re here trying to tap me up?” he looked at her.

“You know, if I was trying to errr…tap you up, you wouldn’t be able to afford me” she shot back, signing her name on the cheque with a flourish.

“Try me.” Ransom shot back, making a show of looking her up and down. “How much for that ass?” “I’ll kick yours for free you self entitled dick.” she said, sliding the signed paper and pen back to the bartender.

Ransom gave a bark of a laugh “I’ll pass thanks.”

Katie snorted and glanced sideways at look at him, scarlet red lips pursed as she eyed him over her glass of bourbon. “Good decision, because I’ve dropped bigger men than you for fun.” “Sure you have Dollface” Ransom quirked an eyebrow, elbow leaning on the bar, angling his body towards her. She kept hers facing forwards, arms resting on the bar top, her head shaking slightly.

“You have no fucking idea who I am do you?” Katie shook her head, not looking at the prick stood next to her.  She hated using that line, but, well, when the occasion arose to get one over on a weasely little shit like this, she wasn’t going to pass it up.

“Why should I?” he snorted “I don’t know all the little bitches in Boston.”

She felt her mouth drop open and she was about to retaliate when Steve gently appeared by her side, dropping her cardigan over her shoulders.

Ransom recognised him straight away. He’d had it quite often, been told he looked similar to Captain America. So this meant the woman he’d been baiting for the last 5 minutes was his wife, Katie Rogers, sister of Billionaire Tony Stark, the Avenger, Supernova.

He’d called Supernova a hooker.

Ransom looked into his glass of scotch, turning away back to the bar, snorting with laughter.

“Sorry baby, Sam called and…” Steve stopped, frowning at the look on Katie’s face. “You ok?”

“Fine.” she said, looking up at him, smiling and nodding towards a cosy sofa over at the other side of the bar. “You wanna go sit down over there?”

“Sure.” he said, picking up his glass of bourbon he held out his free hand for her and she jumped down off the stool.

“I’d like to say it’s been a pleasure.” She snarked to the man next to her “But I don’t lie so…”

Steve frowned, wondering what had gone down whilst he’d been away. He glanced at his wife and then turned to look at the guy that was sat on the stool next to where Katie had been to see if he recognised him and did a double take. He recognised him alright, but only because he looked incredibly like him. Granted, there were a few subtle differences, but the resemblance was uncanny, to the point that at a first glance in the street, you could be fooled.

“Pal, you should keep that bitch on a leash.” Ransom spoke, his eyebrows raising and in front of him Steve stiffened.

“What did you just say?” he frowned, pulling himself up to full height.

“Seriously, man. You save the world from Nazi’s, get frozen for 70 years and then end up marrying that.” Ransom smirked, enjoying baiting the Captain “I’d ask ‘em to put you back under…”

Steve’s nostrils flared and he felt his neck getting warmer. “Don’t you dare talk about my wife like that...”

“Steve, leave it, come on.” Katie said gently, patting Steve on the chest “The guy’s a complete ass hole. If brains were dynamite I doubt he’d have enough to blow his head off.”

“Well if we’re talking about blowing...” Ransom looked Katie up and down before locking onto her eyes. “You up for the job?

Katie let out a bark of a laugh, her hand still on Steve’s chest which was positively humming with anger as she turned to face Ransom, contempt etched across every single inch of her face.

“Go jerk yourself off and wipe it on a curtain like your father should have done with you.” she said.

“I’d rather wipe it in your hair.” came the quip back.

And that was it. That was the point that Steve Rogers snapped.

There was a loud smash, the glass he was holding shattered in his grip as his fist contracted in pure anger. Katie barely had time to realise what had happened before he had stepped forward and grabbed Ransom by the front of his shirt, lifting him and slamming him on the bar.

“Steve!” she said, pulling on his arm. “Baby he really isn’t worth it, let go!”

“Captain Rogers!” Will behind the bar was desperately trying to talk him down as well “Please, don’t make me call security.”

Security! Steve wanted to snort. Like that would do any good.

“Baby, come on…” Katie tried again, pleading to his reasonable side. “Look, we’ve had such a nice night. Don’t let him ruin it.”

Steve let out a deep breath, he wanted nothing more than to knock the asshole’s teeth down his throat, but he felt Katie’s touch on his arm and her pleading tone and he let go, shoving the man hard.

“I would tell you to apologise.” Steve snarled stepping back. His voice was steely, eyes carrying none of their usual warmth “But I suspect it’s pointless”

“Yup.” Ransom nodded “Totally pointless.”

“Like your existence.” Katie mumbled, Ransom snorting in response. “Look, Drysdale, my manager’s told you before.” Will said, his voice laced with vexation as he shuffled from behind the bar to sweep up the glass that Steve had shattered. “Any more trouble and you’re gonna be banned.”

Ransom’s nostrils flashed angrily as he looked at the man “’I’m gonna be banned? Eat shit, he’s the one that just attacked me! He ripped my shirt!” he gestured down to where Steve had grabbed him, two tears either side of the buttons of his shirt “This is a Fendi!”

“Ransom, just shut up and apologise.” Will pressed again, “Or you’re gonna have to leave.”

“Fuck this, I was going anyway.” Ransom snarled, knocking back his drink. He stood up and pulled on a long, tan coloured camel coat before he glared at Steve then Katie “Really bad smell in here.”

Katie rolled her eyes, deciding to let him have that childish one without any fuss. But Steve didn’t.

“Close the door on your way out.”  He watched as the man stopped, took a deep breath before angrily flinging the door open, his coat flapping behind him. There was a moment’s pause before it slammed shut. 

“Sorry.” Steve turned, apologising to Will. 

“He’s a dirt bag and a cretin.” Will shrugged, as he waved the apology off. “No redeeming features whatsoever. Well, none that I’ve seen and trust me, I’ve seen him a hell of a lot.”

“Is your hand ok?” Katie asked Steve gently. She turned his right hand over to see that there were no cuts at all from the glass, which was good.

“Yeah, fine, don’t worry.” Steve looked at her, frowning. “Honey, what on Earth just happened?” he asked her softly, as she took a deep breath, blowing it out of her mouth.

“I went to the bathroom and when I came back, well, I thought he was was you from behind so gave him a hug.” she shook her head “Soon as I touched him I realised I was very, very wrong. I tried to apologise and he called me a hooker.”

“A hooker?” Steve repeated, arching an eyebrow.

“Yeah, so I told him even if I was he wouldn’t be able to afford me.”

At that Will, who had been busy pouring them both another drink, laughed as he slid 2 short tumblers of bourbon back over to them.  “He won’t have liked that at all.”

Steve nodded his thanks to the man as Katie looked at him. “How come?” she asked.

“Well, Ransom’s mother likes to claim she’s a self-made millionaire. Fails to mention the million dollar loan her dad gave her to start up her business like, but that’s by the by. Simply put, his family one way or another are loaded, and Ransom likes to be the flash bastard if you get what I mean.”

“What do his family do?” Katie asked, “I’ve never even heard of the Drysdales, and I’m pretty well connected…”

“His mother and father run some real Estate Company.”  Will shrugged, “A local one round Massachusetts, but you’ll have heard of his grandfather, or if you haven’t you’ve been living under a rock for the last 20 years.” “Who?” she asked.

“Harlan Thrombey, the crime fiction author.” Will said, and Katie felt the colour drain from her face. She turned to look at Steve whose eyes had also widened, and she gave a groan.

“Shit.”

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Honeymoon

A/N I wrote this for @siriuslyjanhvi! it was a super cute request (and hella smutty) so was v fun to write :)))

“So are you excited?” Lily poured a large mug of tea, adding a spoonful of sugar and pushing it in front of Y/N.

“For what?”

Lily rolled her eyes but continued to pour two more mugs of black tea, pushing them over to Marlene and Remus in turn. Remus was smirking at Y/N as he picked up his mug, eyes twinkling.

“For your little getaway with Sirius.”

“It’s a business trip, you wankers,” Y/N huffed, hiding behind the steam that had begun clouding her glasses slightly.

“It’s a secret pre-wedding sex romp, don’t you go hiding details from me now,” Marlene retorted, gulping a large portion of her tea and wincing as it burnt the roof of her mouth.

“Honest to god, Sirius is ‘gathering intel’, whatever that means,” Y/N could help but feel a little frustrated as she spoke the words out loud. She knew what being engaged to an Auror meant, and what it would mean for Sirius if he was idiotic enough to casually let her know what he was up to on a day to day basis, but she hated being so separate from this part of his life nonetheless.

“I don’t know why they hired James, he can’t seem to keep a secret to save his life.”

“That you know of,” Marlene winked at Lily who gave her a glare in return, “And you’ve also distracted us from you again, Y/N! Or are you just hoping to find out how Lily extracts information from James,”

“I really do not need a play-by-play of Lily’s sexual exploits,” Y/N chuckled, and turned upon hearing voices in the living room.

“I really would love to hear that actually,” James pushed open the door to the kitchen, Sirius following him closely, both of them covered in flecks of snow.

“Who forgot to invite us?” Sirius pouted over exaggeratedly at the little group assembled before them.

“You’re perpetually uninvited actually,” Marlene said, moving over to give Sirius room to join them, “ever since you told me Frank Longbottom was into me as a joke,”

“Oh come on, it was for the greater good! Alice picked him up quick smart,” But Sirius was still grinning mischievously at her as he placed his arms around Y/N’s shoulders and leaned over her.

“I was subtly letting him down for weeks! He thought I was insane.”

“Well there was more fun in that,” Sirius winked at her and leaned down to kiss Y/N softly on the forehead, “Hello.”

Y/N couldn’t help but feel her lips curl into a smile even though she could feel her eyes rolling simultaneously.

“Ahh the honeymoon phase,” James said wisely, pulling a chair out next to Lily and putting an arm around her shoulder.

“How quickly that fades,” Lily hummed, her face pulled into a melancholy smile.

“We barely speak to each other anymore.”

“Can hardly be in the same room.”

“Shut up you two, the amount of times I catch you snogging is unnerving,” Marlene groaned at the two of them and cracked out her back, “anyway shouldn’t the two of you be leaving?”

“Yes, you packed?” Sirius asked Y/N who nodded, standing up to say goodbye.

“Enjoy the sex!” James called out, receiving a blow to the head from Lily.

“We will after the wedding!” Sirius replied with the finger, waving goodbye at the rest of them.

“Don’t know how they are waiting till their honeymoon to have sex again,” Y/N could hear Remus chuckled behind them as they left the kitchen.

“We have better patience than the four of you put together,” Y/N called back, letting Sirius pull her toward the fireplace and grab a handful of Floo powder.

“Ready to go?” He murmured, quieter now that they were away from their friends. Y/N smiled up at his dark grey eyes, a piece of hair falling in front of them and curling around his cheek. She went up on her tiptoes and gave him a kiss to his cheek.

“Always am, love.”

They arrived in a hotel lobby that was covered in brightly coloured plants and tiles so white Y/N felt like she had to squint slightly as they walked over to the check-in desk.

“We’ll be out of here soon,” Sirius murmured as they walked across the tiles, noticing Y/N’s discomfort, “It’s the Nordic wizard-style that’s currently popular, floors like ice.”

“Ahh Mr Black, I have your key right here,” The front desk clerk didn’t wait for them to speak, pulling out a little keycard and handing it over to him, “And are you wanting another for your fiancé?”

“Yes, thank you,” Sirius’ voice had hardened slightly, posture was straighter as he nodded his head in thanks and led them up towards the elevators.

“Am I seeing the notorious ‘work’ Sirius for the first time?” Y/N grinned up at him as the elevator doors opened and they walked inside.

“I think it’s remnants from the Black family training,” Sirius barked out a laugh, pressing the number on the elevator. Y/N felt it jerk to life, her stomach dropping as they were lifted quickly into the air. She hadn’t ever quite gotten used to the elevator, internally wishing they could have just apparated into their room, but unfortunately security protocols in hotels meant that apparating was not allowed in case anyone happened to apparate into the ‘wrong’ room.

He brought her along the deep blue hallways and towards the room right on the end.

“This is a ministry room, I had to get real flirty with some secretaries to let them allow me to add you to the Fidelus charm,” He winked and Y/N hit him lightly on the shoulder, “Don’t worry, I mentioned my wedding date as I left them.”

“The things you can flirt out of people will never cease to amaze me,” Y/N snorted, watching the wall closely as it began to move sideways, a white doorway squeezing its way out of the wall and into existence in front of them.

“Well I’ve already got you, so I doubt I’m going to need to go hard on the flirting much anymore” he teased, pushing open the door to reveal the quaint little room set up inside.

“Excuse you, mister Black, you could lose me at any time.”

“Is that so.”

“Mmmhmmm, I could get a better offer if I could really be bothered to,” Y/N watched him closely, a smile curling on her lips as she continued to tease him.

“Well I guess I’m going to have to make sure you can’t do any better,” Sirius’ eyes flashed and he walked closer to her until her back hit the wall and she was staring up at him once more. He held her wrists softly and brought them up over her head so that she could see his bicep bulge slightly through his shirt. Then, Sirius leaned in and kissed her deeply, pushing his chest up against hers so that she could feel his heart pounding.

He pulled away, smiling at her slightly breathless expression.

“Can I stay?”

“For now,” Y/N breathed out, taking the moment to look around her. The room reminded her a little of Grimmauld place, the old musty furniture and grand paintings hanging up across the walls. However part of the room had obviously been modified, the bedroom sheets looked brand new and were a dark blue, a stark difference to the light brown bed frame.

“You’ve been here before?”

“A few times,” Sirius nodded, bringing their bags into the bedroom and flicking his wand so their clothes made their way into the closet and drawers, “couldn’t stand the smell at first but you get used to it.”

“Do you have to spend a lot of time in here?” Y/N traced her finger across the large armchair that sat in front of her, turning to face Sirius in the bedroom.

“Not too much, the guest I’m looking for tends to spend a lot of time in the bar. But spending time up here won't’ be so bad this time around.”

“Ahh is that so?”

“Mmmhmm, I actually, have a girl coming over,” He walked back over to her, pulling her waist towards him.

“I better clear off then,” Y/N pretended to look a little glum.

“How bout a quickie? She won’t be here for another few minutes,” Sirius waggled his eyebrows at her and Y/N pushed him away.

“Only one more week, Sirius, you know it’s going to be so much better if we wait just a little bit.”

“I know, but it would be almost better if we just had never had sex, I wouldn’t have any pictures in my head of your beautiful body grinding on top of me,” Sirius sighed, still grinning at her, “Come on, let's get dressed for dinner, having a date is always a good cover.”

Y/N flicked through her clothes, picking out a particularly tight-fitting dress from the closet and heading towards the bathroom to pull it on.

“You do know I’ve seen it all by now,” Sirius snorted at her hiding in the bathroom to change.

“I want it to be a surprise for once.”

“You always surprise me.”

“You’re a sap.”

“Only for you, my darling.”

Y/N slipped on the deep red dress, arching her back to zip it up and fixing it in the mirror. She tied up her heels and took a second to look at herself.

Sirius was fixing his tie in the mirror against the wall and saw her walk in from behind him, swivelling quickly around on his heel.

“Hey, love, I’m going to have to go down now, I need to make contact. I’ll meet you downstairs at the bar,” Sirius called out from the bedroom, his voice already fading as he clearly was edging towards the door as he spoke.

“No worries,” Y/N called back, letting out a soft sigh. She’ll have to surprise him downstairs instead. Y/N played with her hair in the mirror, unsure if she should bother with doing anything else with it. In a split second, she picked up her wand and gave it a flick, watching her hair fall down in front of her in loose curls.

She knew she shouldn’t be thinking this way, but there was a little part of her that wanted to see if she could break him. See if she could push him far enough to get him to push her up against a wall and take her. Make him lose a little bit of that control he’d put in place when the war had begun to rage and suddenly, they were full of responsibilities.

Y/N took her time wandering through the room and then downstairs towards the lobby where there was a small passage leading to the bar and restaurant. She felt eyes watch her as she straightened her back and ignored them, searching for a man in a navy suit and curly black hair.

Sirius was sitting in the corner of the restaurant, deep in conversation with another man with brown quaffed hair and a pinstriped set of dress robes. Y/N caught his eye as she walked in, revelling in the way he bit his lip slightly before turning back towards the conversation he was having, trying to pay attention to the other Auror in front of him.

Y/N moved to the bar instead, sitting on a stool and crossing her legs so that the small slit on the side of her dress would fall and show her thigh towards Sirius’ direction.

“A drink, Miss?”

“Aviation, thanks,” Y/N smiled at the bartender and he nodded, beginning to make her cocktail as another man sat down beside her. She could sense him glancing at her, clearly sitting close to her to grab her attention. When she continued to ignore him he spoke instead.

“Excuse me, but I was wondering if I could grab you a drink?”

“I’ve actually just ordered,” Y/N smiled placidly at him, nodding at the bartender, “But thank you for the offer.”

She sat her hand underneath her chin, flashing the jade encrusted engagement ring Sirius had given her 8 months previous.

“Ahh of course I hit on the engaged one at the bar,” The man chuckled, putting his hands in his head, Y/N finally turning to face him properly so she could give him what she hoped looked like an apologetic smile.

“Yes, you don’t seem to have a great radar,” She laughed softly and he lifted his head.

“I’m Rick, by the way,” He smiled at her, waving down the bartender who had placed Y/N’s drink and shuffled off towards the back of the bar, “A scotch neat, thanks.”

“Y/N.”

“So where is this very lucky man who took away my chances at such a pretty lady,”

“I don’t know if lady is the most flattering term,” Y/N snorted, taking a sip from her cocktail, “But he’s over in the restaurant meeting a business partner.”

“Ahh of course, a successful man, I bet he’s stupidly good looking too?”

“Of course!” Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at his sigh, “So no luck with the ladies so far then?”

“No, I don’t seem to be good at finding people who are single, or remotely interested in me.”

“That is quite a conundrum,” Y/N watched him put a hand through his hair, shaking his head.

“What are you two doing here? A weekend away?”

“Something like that,” Y/N smiled a little, but it must have given something away because he raised an eyebrow and said,

“A business trip huh?”

“Potentially.”

“Yes, my last girlfriend wasn’t particularly fond of my regular business trips, was something I actually regret quite a bit, putting work above her,” He nodded a little sagely, before forcing back a smile, “Sorry, that was a bit morbid.”

“Don’t worry,” Y/N laughed, “It’s not quite like that for my partner, I understand the reasons he’s so busy, I just wish I could steal more of his time.”

“A worthy wish!” Ric took a large gulp of the scotch and winced, “I have to admit I thought this order would make me look cooler than I think it actually is.”

“Yes, I think you might be lucky I am taken at this point.”

Ric faked pulling a dagger out of his heart, groaning.

“I’m not making you desperately wish you were single? And here I was thinking it was just my intimidatingly good looks that were keeping all the women at bay.”

Y/N kept Sirius in the corner of her eye, wondering if he was watching the two of them talking. She thought she saw a dark mood flash across Sirius’ features but he was so far away it was hard to tell.

Ric and Y/N continued to chat for the best part of the next half an hour, slowly draining two different cocktails in the process of waiting for Sirius to be done with his meeting. Eventually, Y/N saw Ric’s eyes look up and she turned to see Sirius walking towards them, an odd expression across his features.

“Well now that’s not fair,” Sirius eyed the dress up and down, his eyes twinkling, “You can’t go around looking that hot, everyone’s going to be giving me the dirty eye wondering what you’re doing with me.”

Y/N still felt her heart jump slightly when he looked at her like that, like he was seeing her for the first time all over again.

“Well, I think this might be my cue to leave, it was lovely meeting you Y/N, and I hope you are taking good care of this one, she’s lovely,” Rick winked at Sirius and nodded at Y/N before moving down the bar.

“Glad you found someone to keep you entertained whilst I was occupied.”

“Well you heard him, I am lovely company,” Y/N chuckled at Sirius’ expression and poked him lightly in the side, “Come on, you’re not jealous are you?”

“I wouldn’t say jealous perse” Sirius was watching her curiously, eyeing her neckline, “Why don’t we get room service.”

“Sounds good,” Y/N raised an eyebrow but said nothing as Sirius held out a hand for her to grab and he led her out of the room and down towards the lobby. He held her close to his side as they reached the elevators, entering one, Sirius pressing the close door button almost immediately.

And then he was pushing her up against the cold walls of the elevator, one hand in her hair and the other trailing the slit of her dress up towards her thigh. His lips pressed almost desperately against hers as if he wanted to taste every part of her, and he was never going to be able to do it again. Y/N pulled him closer to her, wrapping her arms around his back and tracing the muscles tensed along with his spine and shoulder blades.

Sirius’ fingers hoisted the edge of her dress up slightly so he could slip his hand along her inner thigh, smiling into their kiss as he felt her gasp slightly at his touch. Soon he was pressing his thumb lightly along her panties and moving in little circles as Y/N felt her breathing hitch further and the desire to moan into his mouth increased. He pulled away from her mouth and moved around to place light kisses along her neck and up towards her ear.

“You’re such a tease,” He whispered into her ear, making her grin between the soft moans that were now escaping her mouth.

“Couldn’t handle me with another guy huh?”

Sirius growled lightly, biting her ear and pulling down softly.

“Walking in there looking like you did, I wanted to rip the clothes off you right there and then.”

“So why don’t you?” Y/N replied softly, not meeting his eye. She knew it would be breaking the one thing they said they would do, hold off for just two weeks, but she could also feel herself begin to get wetter as he pressed his expert fingers up against her clitoris and wanted nothing more than for him to push himself inside of her.

The elevator dinged suddenly, and they pulled apart, the doors opening to reveal their floor. Sirius grabbed Y/N’s hand and led her quickly down the hallway and towards their room, barely opening the door before he cupped her cheeks and kissed her again, pushing her into the room with his lips still on hers, kicking the door closed with his foot.

He pulled her across the room, hands still on her face, Y/N gripping tightly onto his waist as she followed him into the bedroom and up against the pale white wall next to the bed. Sirius slid one hand down her shoulders, tracing the line of her clavicle and making Y/N shiver before leading further down and tracing the outline of her breasts, grinning into her mouth when he realised that she was braless.

“You’re just making it too easy for me,” He growled into her ear, kissing down her neck as he massaged her breasts roughly, Y/N pushing her head back into the wall and taking in a deep breath. She felt her heart pounding stronger with every touch across her body, the feeling of anticipation building as his hand moved down her waist, inching closer and closer towards her thighs.

“Perhaps I went a little overboard with the teasing,” Y/N gasped a little, grinning at him and he rolled his eyes.

“Don’t worry I’m sure I was very close to jumping you in the shower,” He chuckled a little, biting his lip as he watched her squirm with his fingers’ movements. Sirius’ reached the slit along with Y/N’s dress and pushed it up, slipping his fingers underneath her underwear and pulling them down quickly, letting her flick them off quickly with her feet.

Y/N pulled Sirius closer with his belt, undoing it with quick movements and unbuttoning his suit pants, pulling them down to reveal his large, pulsing penis. Sirius reached down and felt along his shaft, smiling at Y/N as she watched him, feeling wetter as he touched himself, flicking a thumb across the head.

Then, as if he couldn’t bear being this far apart from her again he pushed his chest against Y/N’s, and hitched her dress up over her hips and hoisting her legs around his waist so that he could push the head of his cock into her vagina.

Y/N gasped, gripping his sides so tightly she was surprised Sirius didn’t push her off but it seemed to egg him on instead, moving completely inside of her so she would moan even louder.

“Fuck me, Sirius, please,” Y/N begged, desperate to feel him move. He didn’t need telling twice, grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head and using it as leverage to move in and out of her. Y/N felt her head banging against the wall, loving the roughness of his voice as he penetrated her, his eyes looking wild as he moaned her name into her ear.

Y/N gripped one hand around Sirius’ neck and reached another one down so that she could press a finger onto her clitoris.

“Fuck I love it when you do that,” Sirius breathed, grinning at her, pushing harder inside her with every motion. Y/N smiled back at him, gasping as she felt the combined touch of her clitoris and the feeling of Sirius’ penis pushing into her vagina starting to build, get stronger and stronger.

“I’m so close Sirius, fuck, fuck me,” Y/N hit her head back against the wall, moving her hips harder in time with his own, wanting to climax with his body pressed up against him, still half-clothed.

“Yes, come for me, Y/N,” He gripped the back of her head roughly, pulling her into a kiss, loving hearing her moans on his tongue as he flicked it through her lips. Y/N’s orgasm built in her stomach and she felt herself begin to shake as she felt closer and closer until she felt it completely overwhelm every part of her.

“Sirius,” She sighed, little bursts of her orgasm still jolting through her with every thrust of his penis into her.

“Y/N,” Sirius snarled in response, speeding up his thrusts until Y/N felt him relax, his arms gripping onto her tightly as he came inside her, pulling her head back slightly with his fingers still holding onto strands of his hair.

Sirius pulled out of her, lowering her slowly, and shakily, down to the ground, both of them panting loudly, the smell of sex and sweat hanging in the air around them.

“I’ve never felt so happy to break a promise,” Sirius put his forehead against Y/N, laughing softly.

“I can definitely forgive you.”

“Oh yeah? Cause if you don’t, I know something that might make it up to you.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile a little giddily at him reaching around and pulling down the zipper that kept up her dress.

“I think you can make it up to me by ordering some room service and soaking with me in the bath,” Y/N slowly undid the rest of his buttons that they didn’t manage to undo, Sirius stepping out of his pants.

“I think that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard you say,” Sirius declared, holding out a hand for her to take and bring her into the bathroom, “Can’t wait till our actual honeymoon.”

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