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Read An Ebook Day 

Get lost in the world of a book, whether new or an old favorite, without the hassle of lugging it around, holding it up, or damaging it. That’s right, read an eBook!

Years ago there was a giant push to encourage reading among youth and adults alike, and that push has entered the modern age with International read an eBook day.

No more are we tied to reading books in the old format with two covers and hundreds of pages, no more do hundreds of trees have to die each year to bring literature to people from every walk of life.

With the invention of the eBook, we have reached the point where the wonder of reading is available to anyone with the computer or portable electronic device.

It’s become a huge industry, with devices like Kindle, Nooks, and apps available on many types of devices like cell phones and tablets.

Learn about Read An eBook Day

Read An eBook Day is a day that encourages you to do exactly that. eBooks can easily be accessed within a few seconds. You don’t need to head to your local book store or a library. By the time it takes you to finish reading this page, you could have your eBook chosen and you could be getting stuck right into it! But don’t dash off just yet!

eBooks give you the ability to take the authors and stories you love with you anywhere and enjoy them at any time. Whether you are 30,000 feet in the air or you are curled up on your sofa, you can tuck into a great book.

If you have never tried reading an eBook before, this is definitely the perfect day for you to read your very first one. If you are a big eBook fan already, not only is Read An eBook Day a great day for you to start a new book, but you can also use this day to raise awareness and encourage other people to start reading eBooks as well. You can post messages on social media so that your friends, family members, and followers know that it is Read An eBook Day and the importance of participating.

History of Read an eBook day

The first major celebration of International read an eBook day was in 2014, and was put together by a major eBook distributor OverDrive. This company provides eBooks through many major locations but is best known for being the biggest provider of eBooks to libraries all over the country.

Its eBooks are supplied by thousands of publishers, including the best known of Penguin Random House, HarperCollins, Harlequin, Pursues, Wiley, and others. Chances are if you’ve read an eBook from a library, it was supplied by OverDrive.

How to celebrate Read an eBook day

The most obvious way to celebrate is by, you guessed it, reading an eBook. But you can go so much further than that, take a bike ride with your tablet out to your favorite place and sit in the park, on the docks, in the forest, or wherever your favorite reading hideaway is and enjoy the lightweight convenience of reading your book on an electronic device.

That’s just one of the joys of an eBook, you can carry dozens or even hundreds of them around on a single compact electronic mobile device, which ways less than even the smallest of paperbacks.

Get together with your friends and talk about your favorite eBooks and where you discovered them, and even talk about what your first eBook was. In today’s modern world it’s even possible that your first book outside of school and the library was read in an electronic format.

Reading an eBook allows you options totally unlike those of reading a normal book, wherewith a physical book you’d have to bring a light and a magnifying glass if the print was too small, with the mobile device you can just increase the font size and brighten the background.

You can even read an eBook in circumstances you couldn’t read a normal book like tucked away under your blankets in the dark, no flashlight required. Internation read an eBook day is a tribute to the growing future of electronics in our lives, and they’re now serving as the foundation of supplying educational, technical, and even entertainment-oriented books in every day and every format.

Even the instruction manuals that come with many of our new devices are PDF eBooks, and most video games no longer provide a physical book, it’s all online.

Another way to celebrate Read An eBook Day is to finally publish your own eBook so that other people can read it on this day! eBook publishing can appear somewhat of a mystery for those new to online publishing. There are lots of subtle complexities to making your novel launch a success, and professional book publishers are the main way to ensure that none of these procedures is missed. It can be easy to overlook the strategies and layout elements that must be implemented to make your work a best seller.

Finishing your novel is not the end of the story – literally. It’s only the start of a book’s journey from manuscript to book store. Have you decided on a book cover? Have you thought about your marketing schedule? Are you aware of your audience? These are the sort of things to consider on this day to help you take your content from hobbyist to professional, from your office drawer to the highest part of the eBook best-sellers list.

If you’re an aspiring author looking for a little guidance, why not take a creative writing course on Read An eBook Day? This will help you with all facets of composing a fictional work; you’ll soon learn how to master your plot and develop your characters with various tutorials. How about the final draft of your book?

You may be surprised to understand how few publications online have had professional editing skills applied to them. Having your literature carefully proofread and adapted by a team of expert editors is an amazing way to make your work stand out of the crowds. These are all the sorts of steps you can take on this date, depending on where you are right now in the process.

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Astrocartography Observations Part One: Sun, Venus, Mercury, Mars, Jupiter.

(Disclaimer: A lot of Astrologers use different orbs of measurements for Astrocartography. My limit is 200 km because I have seen lines that have influences up to that point, and depending on the planet, sometimes more.)

Planets:

Sun: Fame, Happiness, Vitality, Children.

Moon: Home, Roots, Family, Nostalgia.

Venus: Love, Beauty, Luxury, Desires.

Mercury: Lower Education, Communication, Knowledge, Friendships.

Mars: Passions, Action, Pain, Anger.

Jupiter: Luck, Higher Education, Religion, Beliefs.

Saturn: Karma, Restrictions, Discipline, Commitments.

Uranus: Unpredictability, Innovation, Rebellion, Technology.

Neptune: Illusions, Dreams, Spirituality, Intuition.

Pluto: Destruction, Transformations, Deaths and Rebirths.

Where your Sun lines are running through are places that you could gain or increase your fame or societal standing. And depending on the Angle of the Sun(DC, AS, MC, IC) it can also tell you what exactly it is that gives you that happiness.

☆ Despite being the daughter of a US Navy Pilot, Priscilla Presley gained her fame from being married to famous musician Elvis Presley. They got married at the Aladdin Hotel in Las Vegas, Nevada. Priscilla has her Sun DC line running through Las Vegas. Sun rules fame, DC rules partnerships.

☆ Blake Lively has her Sun MC line running through London, where she has expressed her love for on numerous occasions, AND where she has made meaningful connections with other celebrities that has contributed to her social status and public persona. (MC)

☆ David Beckham has his Sun IC line running through Miami and although he retired from soccer in 2013, he maintained and even increased his societal standing when he became the co-owner of the Inter Miami CF.

☆ Interestingly enough, Blake Lively also has her Sun, Venus, AND Mars MC lines running directly through London, which is a place that she loves to go and feels happy at (Sun). A few months ago, she and her partner (Venus) bought a house in London to live in while he finishes up his filming of the Deadpool Franchise (Sun MC) which is an action movie (Mars).

☆ Perrie Edwards has her Sun DC line running through London and she gained fame (Sun) from her role as 1/4 of the girl group Little Mix (DC)

Where your Mars lines are running through are places that you could experience or be subject to hate, pain (physical, mental, and emotional), and anger.

☆ Victoria Beckham's Mars AS line runs through Madrid. When her husband David Beckham transferred from Manchester United to Real Madrid, they moved to Madrid. Victoria Beckham was singled out for hating Spain due to her remark of Spain smelling like Garlic and giving off a terrible scent. This one phrase basically ruined her life in Spain as the hate against her lasted for up to 4 years. She has said that it was the most unhappy she has ever been in her life.

☆ David Beckham has his Mars AS line running through Rio De Janeiro. In 2014 he was under a lot of fire from Brazilian locals after being accused of indirectly causing the prices of favelas to increase after buying a "slum-house" for $1M allowing gentrification to ensue.

☆ Charli D'Amelio's Mars MC is going straight through the center of the United States. We all know how disliked/hated she is amongst people in the United States. And with this being her MC line, it makes sense that the hate is largely due to and greatly affects her public persona and the way that she is portrayed by media.

☆ Monica Lewinsky has her Mars DS line running through California which we all know is Fame Headquarters (Hollywood). She was a hot topic in the entertainment industry and subject to a fuck ton of scrutiny and hate for a long time due to her intimate relationship with former president Bill Clinton (DS).

Where Your Venus lines are at, could be potential places that you may meet your life partner or long term relationships, and the lines that pass through it could tell you the circumstances.

☆ Blake Lively has her Sun AS, Mars AS, AND her Venus AS lines touching New Orleans. She met her Husband of 11 years in New Orleans (Venus rules Love) while shooting an Action Movie (Sun rules Movies and Fame, Mars rules Action)

☆ Victoria Beckham has her both her Venus MC and Jupiter MC lines going through London. She met her husband of over 20 years in London. Additionally, the Midheaven or Medium Coeli is the highest point of your chart and represents your Public Image and Success. The Beckham's are known to be one of Hollywood's longest standing marriages and have created a household name for themselves propelling both of them in their careers and future prospects. (Jupiter MC)

☆ (Also, I just thought this was interesting) Victoria Beckham had her start in the entertainment industry as a member of The Spice Girls. Her stage name was Posh Spice (Venus) which defined her Public Image (MC).

Where your IC lines are, could indicate your ancestry, or where and how you grew up or experienced your early life at.

☆ Selena Quintanilla's Saturn IC line runs through Mexico and she is Mexican. Although she became the biggest Mexican-American music artist in her 20's, when she was younger she had no connection to her Mexican ancestry (IC). She had to learn about her ancestry, AND learn Spanish before she was able to be labeled a Mexican American music artist. (Saturn represents restrictions and delays)

☆ Nicole Kidman's Mercury IC line runs through Ireland, and she has openly talked (Mercury) about her Irish ancestry (IC)

☆ Perrie Edwards has her Mercury DS line running through Scotland and she has Scottish ancestry.

☆ Hailey Bieber has her Mercury IC line running through Brazil. She has Brazilian ancestry as her mother is Brazilian.

☆ Charli D'Amelio has her Mercury IC line touching Italy. She is of Italian Descent on her fathers side.

Where your Jupiter lines are, could indicate where and how you experience luck.

☆ Charlize Theron has her Jupiter MC line running through California and it was there that she was discovered by a Hollywood agent while getting into an altercation with a bank teller.

☆ Anya Taylor Joy has her Jupiter DC line running through London which is where she was disocvered while walking her dog.

☆ Justin Bieber has his Jupiter AS line running through Canada which is where he was discovered by Scooter Braun completely by chance as he clicked on the wrong Youtube video and Justin's video came up.

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2600’s amazing Hackers on Planet Earth con may go down under enshittification

Catch me in Miami! I'll be at Books and Books in Coral Gables on Jan 22 at 8PM.

It's been 40 years since Emmanuel Goldstein launched the seminal, essential, world-changing 2600: The Hacker Quarterly. 2600 wasn't the first phreak/hacker zine, but it was the most important, spawning a global subculture dedicated to the noble pursuit of technological self-determination:

https://www.2600.com/

2600 has published hundreds of issues in which digital spelunkers report eagerly on the things they've discovered by peering intently at the things no one was supposed to even glance at (I'm proud to be one of those writers!). They've fought legal battles, including one that almost went to the Supreme Court:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/DeCSS

They created a global network of meetups where some of technology's most durable friendships and important collaborations were born. These continue to this day:

https://www.2600.com/meetings

And they've hosted a weekly radio show on NYC's WBAI, Off the Hook:

https://wbai.org/program.php?program=76

When WBAI management lost their minds and locked the station's most beloved hosts out of the studio, Off the Hook (naturally) led the rebellion, taking back the station for its audience, rescuing it from a managerial coup:

https://twitter.com/2600/status/1181423565389942786

But best of all, 2600 gave us HOPE – both in the metaphorical sense of "hope for a better technological tomorrow" and in the literal sense, with its biannual Hackers On Planet Earth con:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hackers_on_Planet_Earth

For decades HOPE had an incredible venue, the Hotel Pennsylvania (memorialized in the phreak anthem "PEnnsylvania 6-5000"), a crumbling pile in midtown Manhattan that was biannually transformed into a rollicking, multi-day festival of forbidden technology, improbable feats, and incredible presentations. I was privileged to keynote HOPE in 2016:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f1D7APjmVbk

But after the 2018 HOPE, the Hotel Pennsylvania was demolished to make way for the Penn15 (no, really) skyscraper, a vaporware mega-tower planned as a holding pen for luxury shopping and empty million-dollar condos sold to offshore war-criminals as safe-deposit boxes in the sky. The developer, Vornado (no, really) hasn't actually done all that – after demo'ing the Hotel Pennsylvania, they noped out, leave a large, unusable scar across midtown.

But HOPE wasn't lost. In 2022, the ever-resilient 2600 crew relocated to Queens, hosted by St John's University – a venue that was less glamorous that the Hotel Pennsylvania, but the event was still fantastic. Attendance fell from 2,000 to 1,000, but that was something they could work with, and reviews from attendees were stellar.

Good thing, too. 2600 is, first and foremost, a magazine publisher, and these have been hard years for magazines. First there was the mass die-off of indie bookstores and newsracks (I used to sell 2600 when I was a bookseller, and in the years after, I always took the presence of 2600 on a store's newsrack as an unimpeachable mark of quality).

Thankfully for 2600, their audience is (unsurprisingly) a tech-savvy one, so they were able to substitute digital subscriptions for physical ones:

https://www.2600.com/Magazine/DigitalEditions

Of course, many of those subscriptions came through Amazon's Kindle, because nerds were early Amazon adopters, and because the Kindle magazine publishing platform offered DRM-free distribution to subscribers along with a fair payout to publishers.

But then Amazon enshittified its magazine system. Having locked publishers to its platform, it rugged them and killed the monthly subscription fees that allowed publishers to plan for a steady output. Publishers were given a choice: leave Amazon (and all the readers locked inside its walled garden) or put your magazine into the Kindle Unlimited system:

https://www.amazon.com/kindle-dbs/arp/B0BWPTCP4K?deviceType=A1FG5NAKX0MRJL

Kindle Unlimited is an all-you-can-eat program for Kindle, which pays publishers and writers based on a system that is both opaque and easily gamed, with the lion's share of the money going to "publishers" who focus on figuring out how to cheat the algorithm. Revenues for 2600 – and all the other magazines that Amazon had sucked in and sucked dry – fell off a cliff.

Which brings me to the present moment. After 40 years, 2600 is still at it, having survived the bookstorepocalypse, the lunacy of public radio management, the literal demolition of their physical home by an evil real-estate developer, and Amazon's crooked accounting.

This is 2600, circa 2024, and 2024 a HOPE year:

https://www.hope.net/

Once again, HOPE has been scheduled for its new digs in Queens, July 12-14. Last week, HOPE sent out an email blast to their subscribers telling them the news. They expected to sell 500 tickets in the first 24 hours. They didn't even come close:

https://www.2600.com/content/hope-ticket-sales-update

It turns out that Google and the other major mail providers don't like emails with the word "hacker" in them. The cartel that decides which email gets delivered, and which messages go to spam, or get blocked altogether, mass-blocked the HOPE 2024 announcement. Email may be the last federated, open platform we have, but mass concentration has created a system where it's nearly impossible to get your email delivered unless you're willing to play by Gmail's rules:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/10/10/dead-letters/

For Emmanuel Goldstein, founder of 2600 and tireless toiler for this community, the deafening silence following from that initial email volley was terrifying: "like some kind of a "Twilight Zone" episode where everyone has disappeared."

The enshittification that keeps 2600's emails from being delivered to the people who asked to receive them is even worse on social media. Social media companies routinely defraud their users by letting them subscribe to feeds, then turning around to the people and organizations that run those feeds and saying, "You've got x thousand subscribers on this platform, but we won't put your posts in their feeds unless you pay us to 'boost' your content":

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2023/04/platforms-decay-lets-put-users-first

Enshittification has been coming at 2600 for decades. Like other forms of oddball media dedicated to challenging corporate power and government oppression, 2600 has always been a ten-years-ahead preview of the way the noose was gonna tighten on all of us. And now, they're on the ropes. HOPE can't sell tickets unless people know about HOPE, and neither email providers nor social media platforms have any interest in making that happen.

A handful of giant corporations now get to decide what we read, who we hear from, and whether and how we can get together in person to make friends, forge community, rabble-rouse and change the world. The idea that "it's not censorship unless the government does it" has always been wrong (not all censorship violates the First Amendment, and censorship can be real without being unconstitutional):

https://pluralistic.net/2022/12/04/yes-its-censorship/

What can you do about it? Well, for one thing, you can sign up for HOPE. It's gonna be great. They've got sub-$100 hotel rooms! In New York City!

https://store.2600.com/products/tickets-to-hope-xv

If you can't make it to HOPE, you can sign up for a virtual membership:

https://store.2600.com/products/tickets-to-hope-xv-virtual-attendee

You can submit a talk to HOPE:

https://www.hope.net/cfp.html

You can subscribe to 2600, in print or electronically (I signed up for the lifetime print subscription and it was a bargain – I devour every issue the day it arrives):

https://store.2600.com/collections/subscriptions-renewals

2600 is living a decade in the future of every other community you care about, weird hobby you enjoy, con you live for, and publication you read from cover to cover. If we can all pull together to save it, it'll be a beacon of hope (and HOPE).

I'm Kickstarting the audiobook for The Bezzle, the sequel to Red Team Blues, narrated by @wilwheaton! You can pre-order the audiobook and ebook, DRM free, as well as the hardcover, signed or unsigned. There's also bundles with Red Team Blues in ebook, audio or paperback.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/01/19/hope-less/#hack-the-planet

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unexpected. SMAU. LH44. part two.

lewis hamilton x tattoo artist! reader

in which reader is the last person someone you expect to find in the paddock and that is what makes him drawn to you. or lando's tattoo artist friend visits the paddock to tattoo zak brown after the miami gp win and the internet goes mad.

warnings- cursing

part one // part three

main faceclaim is ryan ashley malarkey

y/ntattoos posted a story

written: ready to explore italy away from the paddock

lewishamilton replied to your story: i'll see you half an hour beautiful

hamiltonupdates

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hamiltonupdates: lewis seen out in italy on what looks like a date. the girl in the pictures is y/n y/ln a long term friend of fellow driver lando norris who is in italy after tattooing zak brown following the mclaren win in miami. what do you think of this pairing?

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user47: she is not wag material

user7: she actually seems really nice, she offers memorial tattoos for free

user47: being a good person is not the only requirement to be a wag, she just doesn't fit the aesthetic

user18: i am hoping that they are just friends, they have a few mutual friends back in london

user82: i actually really like this pairing, unexpected but hot af

y/ntattoos posted a close friends story

landonorris replied to your story: you better be back in your hotel room. alone.

y/ntattoos: well i am back in my hotel room...

landonorris: you are something else y/n i stg

danielricciardo replied to your story: i recognise that car, congratulate lewis for me

y/ntattoos: he says thank you danny

lewishamilton posted a story

written: being treated like a pack horse

y/ntattoos replied to your story: YOU OFFERED TO CARRY IT

lewishamilton: shh baby they don't need to know that

y/ntattoos posted a story

story one written: what the fuck is my life

lewishamilton replied to your story: hope you enjoyed your first flight in luxury princess

y/ntattoos: i did thank you lewis, you did not have to do that

lewishamilton: you really aren't used to being spoiled are you darling?

lewishamilton: don't worry i will show you the finer things in life

y/ntattoos posted another story

written: back in (not so) sunny london

y/ntattoos

liked by lewishamilton, landonorris, mclaren and 538,920 others

y/ntattoos: back to work

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jennanorris: the loml is back in london. finally.

y/ntattoos: jen i was gone for 4 days

jennanorris: 4 days too long

mclaren: counting down the days until you back in the paddock

y/ntattoos: tell @.oscarpiastri to hurry up and win a race. then i will be back

mclaren: threatening him rn

lewishamilton: london is lucky to have you

liked by y/ntattoos

user52: thank god she is far away from the paddock, she is not a worthy wag

user23: lewis get out of the likes. she is not good for you

user12: what qualifications do you have to tell a 7 time world champion what is good for him liked by y/ntattoos

y/ntattoos posted a close friends story

written: the best part of my day

jennanorris posted a story tagging y/ntattoos and laylafinch

written: a night spent drinking wine with layla raving about how much she loves her boyfriend, y/n complaining about how much she misses him and me ranting about my situationship. the duality of women.

lewishamilton replied to your story: she misses me

jennanorris: she hasn't stopped talking about you for the past two and a half weeks. she really fucking misses you.

lewishamilton: hmmm...

taglist for this series: @ilivbullyingjeongin @formulaal

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BIKINI SET

⋆˚⟡˖° 𐙚 - gojo satoru x black!fem reader

about

you and gojo are heading on a trip, an sitting in first class, expensive hotel was booked before, and sweet time alone with each other. as you guys were preparing to head to the beach, gojo couldn’t help but let his urges take over when he sees you in your new bikini that you showed to him.

contains

dry humping, neck kisses, praise, marking, name callings; baby, sweets, sweetheart, honey, princess, slight possession and aggression, gojo really liking your ass, pussy eating.

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2.4k (2,426)

a/n

first smut of gojo and overall, hope you enjoy <3 reblogs and likes r appreciated

As you both landed in Miami, the hot sun glazed on your skin. You put on your sunglasses and your sun hat since you didn’t want to take your sunscreen out your suitcase this minute. You glanced over at Gojo who was on his phone, barely paying attention to his surroundings. You furrowed your brows with a pout, taking his phone. “Hey!-” He was about to say, until he saw you. “We need to catch a cab, it’s hot here. I don’t wanna walk to a train station in these weather, or walk anywhere for that matter! I just wanna go to the hotel.” You complained, the hot heat making you sticky and annoyed.

Gojo kissed your temple, one hand rubbing your shoulders to distract you as he took his phone from your hand. “Yeah, yeah.. it’ll be fine. We will get to the hotel in just a minute, sweets.” He says as he went back to texting on his phone. “I’m just gonna tell Suguru and ‘em that I’ll talk to them later..” He bit his lips for a moment as he typed. “Okay— hold on..” he stretches his words out more as he types a bit more aggressively. You only crossed your arms and leaned against the suitcase.

“Okay! I’m done, let’s find us a cab.” He finally said, putting his phone in his pocket. He glanced at your pouty expression and only awed. “Baby, c’mon!” He excitedly tried to amp you up. He gave you a hug from behind, kissing on your cheek repeatedly. “We are in Miami! Aren’t you excited? You’ve been bothering me about this damn trip for longer than I can remember, now you’re so grumpy.” But you continue to be annoyed, as you should since it was blazing hot and you had no time to deal with his behavior. You side eyed him, scrunching up your lips a bit more as he kissed your cheek.

“You’re noo funnn.. I know it’s hot but you’re just being mean now, no fair.” Satoru huffs, letting go of you and holding your hand. “Let’s find a taxi then, maybe you’ll fix your face when you get to the hotel.”

Once you both got into your rooms for the hotel, the fresh smell of the spacious and luxurious room made you feel like you were floating. You took your hand off the suitcase and plopped yourself onto the bed. You groaned in exhausted yet relief. You sniffed the sheets, they smelt so clean— freshly washed. Gojo came into the room, closing the door and placing the suitcases to a corner of the room. “Isn’t this nice? I feel so relieved, wanna sleep all that exhaustion away.” Gojo announced, he saw how you were plopped on the bed and he was tempted to just smack your ass right there.

So he did, Gojo smacked your ass swiftly, seeing your jolting made him snicker. “Couldn’t help it, was the perfect moment. Didn’t wanna seize that opportunity!” He continued to laugh, exploring his way around the hotel room. You grumbled as up lifted your head up. “You’re not funny!” You huffed, putting your head back into bed.

Later that day, you both decided to head to the beach since that was the first thing you guys wanted to do when you got here. You rummaged through your suitcase to find your new bikini that you bought a while ago. You didn’t show it to Gojo yet, and now you’re planning to. You quickly put on the bikini and headed to the bathroom to knock. “Eh? Give me a minute.” Gojo said, his voice slightly raising in the air. “‘Toru! I wanna show you my bikini, I don’t know if it’s good—”

Before you can finish your sentence, the door automatically opened. His hand on his swimming trunks as he adjusted the straps. He wore a red long sleeved hoodie and some black trunks. You raised your eyebrow at the hoodie. “Why are you wearing a hoodie..?” You questioned, humming with confusion. “Ca-” Gojo was about to speak but he looked at the way your bikini fit so perfectly on your body. His eyes were practically bulging out of his eyeballs. “You’re wearing that?!” He asks, his hands tempting to squeeze your boobs.

“Yes? Is that an issue? You don’t like it?” You pouted, crossing your arms as you were about to complain but Gojo spoke up quickly. “No! No— Fuck, I love it. I love it so much, baby.” He put his hands on your arms, unfolding your arms. “Don’t pout, I love this. Where’d you get this from? You never showed this to me whenever we went swimming.” You shrugged, “I dunno, I got a while ago. I just never thought I could wear it, they weren’t special occasions.”

“You need to wear it more often, fuck a special occasion. Turn around for me, princess.” A smirk crawled on his face, watching you turn around he couldn’t help his thoughts about ruining you in that bikini. “Shit, yeah..” He bit his lip, giving your ass another slap. You were gonna complain but you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pleasure in your body. You let out a little giggle with a smile as you turned back around, “Words can’t explain how much this is my favorite bikini you’ve bought, I just kinda wanna ruin you in it, not gonna lie.” He said smugly, kissing the crook of your neck.

You put your hands on his shoulders and let his hands slide down your sides. “Well, too bad you can’t.” You tease, feeling his plump lips kiss on your neck, his hands still roaming on your body. One hand sliding down to your ass to give a squeeze. Gojo raised a brow, looking at you for a minute. “Who said I can’t? It’s my vacation too, ya’know?” He furrows his brows, looking at you with dissatisfaction. “I think I deserve something, and plus we can always find a new bikini for you! So even if it.. does happen to get messed up, I could buy you more.” You looked at him, batting your lashes as you didn’t respond.

“Please? I’m hard for you, like so hard right now. When I saw you I think I felt my dick jump,” His eyes sparkled with desperate anticipation and excitement. “Please, sweets?! I promise I won’t go overboard okay? I promise! Please!” He begs, kissing your cheek every word. You sighed, giving into his cuteness and pleads. “Fine, fine!”

As you got on the bed, Gojo immediately kissed on your skin, his hands sliding down to your stomach, then to your thighs, softly biting on your flesh. You squirmed a little, whining from the bites. “Yeah? Does that feel good, princess?” I teased, knowing the obvious answer. He glanced at your pussy, a damp spot already seeping. He kissed back to your heat, licking your cunt through your bikini. You felt your toes curl, your head pressed back against the soft pillows, your chest heaving up and down at a steady pace. “So wet already, did my biting turn you on? Mm, maybe I should bite you more.” He slid your bottom to the side, licking your clit, sucking on it like his life depended on it. “Fuck! ‘Toru!” You moaned, one hand gripping the sheets another gripping his fluffy white hair. The fact he was still trying to eat you out with his glasses on made it kind of difficult to concentrate. He was so sexy with them on, he was sexy without them either but the way he looked so cheeky like with them on and so cocky made you turned on more than you can imagine.

He licked your walls, slurping up your juices like it was some water. He looked up at you through those glasses, making you clench over nothing, it was just the sight of him turning you on much. It made your body warm, you looked away from him, gulping thickly. “Nuh uhh, don’t do that!” Satoru pout, moving his lips from your wet pussy. “I wanna see your pretty face while I get to eat this pretty pussy.” He sat up a little, kissing your cheek then your lips. You melted into the kiss, your stomach bubbling with emotions. He slid two fingers inside so swiftly since you were already so wet. You clenched around his fingers, moaning as he thrusted his fingers in and out.

He kissed your chin and throat a little, sliding his face back down to your pussy, licking your pussy and clit as he fingered you slowly yet deeply. You tried to sit up, squirming and shivering around. You were such a moaning mess around his fingers and tongue, your eyes rolling back into your skull at how easily his finger tips were able to reach your g-spot, over and over again. You let your jaw drop, little to no sounds coming out of your mouth as he kept hitting your spot. “Want’chu to cum around my fingers, can you do that for me princess?” He asked, seeing how you were barely able to compute what was going on.

“It’d be really nice if you say something to me.” He snickered a little, fingering you a little faster. Your moans began to roll in, your eyes squeezing shut as you felt your orgasm bubble and knot into your stomach. “I’m gonna cum, fuck! Oh my—” you practically squealed, your toes curling more, gripping onto his hair harder. “Yeah? Fuck you’re so sexy, cum f’me sweetheart. Cum all over my fingers,” he encouraged, going faster as he bit his lip. Soft groans leaving his mouth, his dick twitching in his pants as he uses his free hand to rub himself. You creamed all over his fingers, his fingers still thrusting into your pussy for that euphoric moment to linger a bit longer.

He licked his fingers, looking at you with a smile. “Did that feel good?” He asked, looking at your panting lips, you narrowed your eyes and rolled them. “Don’t ask me that.” You let the grip of his hair go, holding onto the sheets. “Just wanna feed my ego a lil’, nothings wrong with that!” He snickered, pressing his erection against you. “You’re annoying.” You replied, your words quickly diminishing as he grinds his hips against yours. “Really, m’annoying? You don’t ever say that when I’m so deep inside you though? Isn’t that a little weird?” He teased, gently biting on your neck making small marks. “Satoru, quit it.. I don’t want markss.." you whined, allowing his hand to pick up your waist, moaning a little louder than usual. “Do I give a fuck?” He grunted, his erection pressing against you so much, he couldn’t hold it in much longer.

“If I was that mean I didn’t wanna let you go out in that sexy bikini, you should say thank you.” He groaned, sliding his trunks down to reveal his hard dick. “I need to slide this dick into you baby, need to show you who you belong to for a second..” he slides his pink tip against your pussy lips, your wetness already coaxing his tip. You both synced up as you moaned, looking down at how he teased you by sliding the tip in and out slowly. “Stop fucking teasing me!” You groaned, “So demanding, princess. But then when I put it in, you’re gonna beg for me to slow down right?” He slid his dick in all the way, almost bottoming out before you held his arm for him to wait. He let out soft moans, kissing your neck. “Mm, tell me when I can move then.”

A couple moments of adjusting he didn’t thrust at his normal steady pace, he thrusted at a fast speed, his balls hitting against your ass. You didn’t have enough time before your brain short circuited. His hand wrapped around your neck firmly. “Want me to stop fucking teasing right? Want me to fuck you deep in this cute bikini? Huh?” He asked, practically getting a little aggressive as he bit on your neck. “T-Toru.. Toru! Fuck, please.. slow down!” You felt tears form from his aggression, your head back against the pillows as he continued to thrust. “No.. No teasing right, you’re such in a rush to go to the beach, eh? M’gonna put my cum so deep into you, messing up this bikini..” he was so lost in fucking your sweet pussy he forgot he couldn’t mess up your bikini. But it didn’t even matter cause you kind of forgot too.

“Such a good fucking girl, taking my dick so well,” he whispered against your ear, growling softly as he thrusted harder. Your orgasm already about to reach and it hasn’t even been a minute. “You’re so good f’me, take it. Fucking take it!” You clenched around him tightly, your arms wrapping his neck, your teeth grazing on your bottom lip as you chewed on it. The overwhelming feeling of the lust and pleasure in the moment made you so hot. You put your lips onto his, and he passionately kissed onto your plump lips, sliding his tongue inside you throat as he continued to fuck you at that same pace.

You moaned and groaned, whining as you felt your orgasm washing over you. “I’m cum— ah, I’m gonna cum ‘Toru..” you whined, your mind so fogged with lust you whined louder. “Yeah? Cum all over this dick, you deserve it.. Mm, I’m gonna cum too baby, lemme cum inside that sweet fuckin’ pussy..” he felt his thrust falter and become sloppy as he was on the brink of orgasm. Your soft babbles of his name made you go insane. Beads of sweat running down Gojos forehead, finally receiving one last thrust to cum deep inside you. You came around his shaft, moaning loudly as you do it. The people outside the door could probably hear but you didn’t care enough to actually care. His cum filing you up, feeling so warm inside.

You both were panting heavily, Gojo taking his hand off your throat and seeing a light make of his hand. “Are you okay—” He was about to ask until he looked down, pulling out his dick, earning a soft groan from you to see his cum mixed with yours leaking out. You grumbled some curses as you tried to gain some consciousness from that intense and heated moment.

“Uh- you know what princess? Let’s just.. not go to the beach today?”

made by; tropicalszns! don’t steal, plagiarize, copy, or repost w/o perms..

[bookuce]

Fools Rush In

SUMMARY: Nessa wasn’t looking for love, neither was Joe, but when you know, you know.  Isn’t it funny how fate work?

*DISCLAIMER: This is a multi-part series. I do not own any of the characters in the writing except for the OCs. The book uses actual names of wrestlers. Josh is Jey, Jon is Jimmy, Trinity is Naomi, Joe is Roman. The book is not realistic and does not take place during real events, but some actual events (matches, storylines) could pop up in the story eventually. I DO NOT GIVE ANYONE PERMISSION TO TRANSLATE OR REPOST MY WRITINGS ANYWHERE. THAAAAAANKS. *

PAIRING: Roman Reigns x Black OC

TROPE: Love At First Sight

WARNINGS: N/A

WORD COUNT: 3,659

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

Nessa’s Uber stopped in front of the InterContinental Hotel of Miami. A valet driver approached her door, opening it for her to step out. “Good evening, miss.” The Valet greets her with a smile. Slowly, she steps out of the car, her head tilting back to take in its size. It was nothing short of luxurious—which made sense for Joe to stay there. 

“Yeah, hi.” She says, slightly turning her head to acknowledge the man. When he noticed she had no bags, he would move off to the side, his arms clasping behind his back. She ascended the granite steps to the glass doors, where a doorman stood by to open the door for her. “Thank you.” She says, briefly glancing at the doorman. She walks into the hotel lobby, her eyes wide with amazement. She’s never been in something so grand before. She expected them to start charging her for even breathing the air here. 

“Good evening, ma’am.” The concierge clerk greets her with a smile from behind her desk. “May I help you?” She asks. Nessa forces herself to look away from the grandness of the lobby, walking over to the employee.

“Um, I’m looking for Joe?” She asks. The woman’s smile falters slightly, and she leans in a bit. She was going to need a little more than just a first name. Joe was a typical name to have, and without a last name, she couldn’t help her. 

“Last name?” She presses. It was then Nessa realized she never got his last name. Joe was simply Joe to her. 

“I don’t know…we met earlier tonight—he invited me here.” She explains, slightly shaking her head. “I can describe him?” She suggests. “He’s tall,” She lifts her hand above her head a few inches. “About yay high, bearded. He has long hair, but it’s tied back in a tight bun. Really, super attractive and—.”

“Super attractive, huh?” An amused voice says from behind her. Nessa becomes incredibly still, her eyes widening. She was busted. Slowly, she turns around, coming face-to-face with Joe. He was standing a couple of feet away, two bags in his hands. He had just gotten their food from a delivery driver. There was a grin that matched his tone of voice on his lips. 

“Um,” She drifts off, becoming silent.

Though she remembered who she had seen earlier, he appeared to her now an entirely different person. The hairs in his bun threaten to leave the up-do, beginning to stand wildly on his head. The suit was gone, now replaced with a tight black shirt and dark grey sweats. It was giving ‘I just rolled out of bed’ but in the best way. Her eyes would flicker down to his heavily tattooed right arm. She couldn’t examine it for too long without being caught ogling him. He glances past her at the concierge clerk, lifting his brows slightly with a nod. “She’s with me.” He tells them, his gaze then shifting to his date for the night. He gestures with his head for her to walk with him, which she does. 

“So this place is nice,” Nessa mentions, trying to create small talk.

“Yeah, it’s alright.” He replies. He’s been to better, but he wouldn’t say that out loud. He didn’t want to come off arrogant to her. “How was your ride over here, though?”

“It was fine.” She answers. The Uber Black he ordered for her wasn’t necessary, but she wouldn’t dare tell him that. Obviously, he had money, so who was she to advise him how to spend it? She walked with him over to the elevator. “Thank you for that, by the way.” She says quietly.

“You’re welcome.” He says, reaching out to press the button to call the elevator. The lift would ding and then open, “After you.” He says, gently swinging one of the waffle house bags towards the inside. Vanessa followed his orders, quickly moving into the elevator. He followed behind her, his eyes fixed on the back of her head. Once inside, they both would turn to face the doors. Where Nessa was staring ahead with nervousness apparent on her face, Joe wore a big smile. He was happy she was here. She was, too. She’s still in disbelief that she chose not to be a coward for once. 

Joe presses the R button for the rooftop, prompting the doors to close and the lift to ascend the building. Nessa would glance at him, taking a second to admire his side profile. His ears, though large, fit him perfectly. His nose was straight, his cheekbones high. On those cheekbones, there were faint speckles of pigment. He was perfect. She was now back to questioning his profession. Model? He has to be. Feeling her gaze on him, Joe looks in her direction. Nessa quickly looked away, but it was too late. He had caught her staring. 

Now, it was his turn to admire her. Her face was small, but her features were the perfect size. Her nose was small but curved out to accentuate the fullness of her lips. Full lashes hid her almond-shaped eyes, but when she looked at him, he could tell they were soft and full of innocence—at least to Joe, they were. Even in this relaxed state, she was drop-dead gorgeous to him. Her hair was in a messy bun on top of her head. The black hoodie she wore was oversized, swallowing her frame. 

The elevator dings, letting them know they have reached their destination. The doors open, revealing an empty Olympic-size pool with plenty of vacant chairs lining the sides. “I got us over here.” He says, leading them beyond the pool area onto green turf. Nessa was walking behind him, still taking in the sights around her. She’s never seen the skyline of Miami from this point. The sound of waves crashing against a concrete path down below soothed her. Altogether, it was a vibe.

Joe stopped in front of his setup, and Nessa didn’t notice. She collided with his back, prompting him to turn to look over his shoulder. “You good?” He asks, laughing softly at her.

“Sorry, I wasn’t—.” She mutters, her eyes finding the scene on the faux grass before her. “Oh,” She breathes. Her reaction was everything Joe hoped it would be. He steps to the side, allowing her to take it all in. He had set up a picnic spot for them. Decorative pillows lined a white comforter spread neatly on the ground. On the comforter was a small table with an ice bucket, wine, and two crystal glasses. 

“The hotel helped me put this together. It was the best they could do with forty minutes, but I think it’s okay.” He glances at her, trying to gauge her feelings off her facial reaction. “What do you think?” He asks. She looks at him, a soft smile on her face.

“It’s perfect. Less is more.” She answers. He’d match her soft smile, now kicking off his slippers.

“Then let’s eat.” He says, moving onto the cushioned pallet. She removes her shoes, stepping on the back of the heel to take them off. Her feet would sink into the prickliness of the turf before she sat down next to him. He was opening their bags and removing their to-go boxes from the bag. “Steak and waffles for the lady.” He says, passing off the container. “I told them to include A1—just in case you needed it.” Though Waffle House was a great late-night meal, it can be a hit-or-miss.

“Thank you.” She says, giving him a small smile.

Nessa and Joe would spend the entire meal asking questions about each other. She’d discovered he was Samoan, which would explain the beautiful tattoo she’d been staring at all night. He’d find out Vanessa was the eldest sibling of three. She’d learn he was an athlete but hadn’t played football in several years. He’d learn that she was a well-established photographer and had dreams of one day opening a studio. Now, he was overseeing the family business with his two cousins. He didn’t talk about the family business, but that was all for good reason. 

He noticed something about her earlier that made him want to know her even more. Nessa didn’t know who he was before he approached her, and he appreciated it. To her, he was just another man. Something about not being recognized as one of the most prominent faces in Sports Entertainment was refreshing to him.

The pair finished their meal within thirty minutes of sitting down. Now, they were talking over a glass of wine. They lay on their sides facing each other, their elbows propped to hold up their upper bodies. “So, have you checked in with your cousins you abandoned?” She asks, peering down at her smartwatch. Joe snorts at the mention of his cousins. He’d forgotten all about them. “It’s three in the morning.” She informs him. 

“I have their locations.” He says, pulling out his phone. He had hoped they made it back to the hotel and nowhere else, or this night would be cut short. When Josh and Jon’s location appeared at the hotel, he sighed softly. “They made it back in one piece.” He informs her. 

“What are they like?” She asks, now curious about his family. His eyebrows jump at the question, and he takes a deep breath.

“They’re a lot. Luckily, Jon got his wife Trinity to keep him grounded nowadays.” He explains.

“And Josh?”

“It’s complicated with him.” There is a girl his cousin is interested in, but they are in a weird spot. He has his hopes for them, though. But he and Josh are the single ones in the group. “He’s trying to find a way out of the friend zone.” Nessa would bare her teeth at Joe, sucking in a breath through them in a hiss.

“Ouch,”

“I know, right? I admire his dedication, though.” He says, shaking his head slightly.

“I guess that runs in the family, then.” She says.

“What?” He asks.

“Being dedicated.” She replies. Joe looks up at her, those dark eyes finding her own. “Seeing that I’m here right now.” She adds.

“We were always taught that if we want something, we should go after it. No matter what it takes.” He explains. The pair would grow silent, eyes locked on eyes. There was heat building in Nessa’s chest at the sight of this man. Her anxiety was no longer a factor, thanks to the glass of wine she’d been sipping. That heat would spread throughout her body but make itself known in her ears. Why was it hot all of a sudden? Was it the wine? It had to be the wine. Red wine always did this to her. 

“Is that what you’re doing?” She asks finally.

“Mhm.” He hums. 

His gaze would become too much for her, her body feeling as if it was on fire. She begins to fan herself, taking a deep breath. “Is it hot up here to you?” She asks, her brows furrowed slightly. He chuckles softly at her.

“Might have something to do with the hoodie.” He says, plucking at the baggy sleeve with his thumb and index finger. “Although it looks comfortable, you can always take it off.” He says lowly. Where the wine was making Nessa hot, it was making Joe more confident than before. Her eyes would find his once more when he mentions her removing the article of clothing. Suddenly, she couldn’t remember if she had anything on underneath this hoodie besides her bra. 

“I-I don’t have a shirt on beneath this.” She admits. He lifts his eyebrows at her. Perhaps that was too much information. “I mean—I have a bra on, it’s just—.” She stammers. 

“This is the shirt. I get it.” He finishes for her. She’d nods, her eyes closing as she mentally kicked herself for the word vomit she spewed. “We can go in then?” He suggests. Joe begins to push himself up, sitting upright in front of her. “Get you some cool air, maybe an actual shirt?” He jokes. 

“No, no, it’s fine.” She says, holding up her hand. Her eyes shift from him to the glowing blue pool across the way. She was now pushing herself to sit up. “Question.” She says.

“Answer.” He replies, watching the side of her face. 

“Do you swim?” She’d ask, turning to look at him. She’d meet his intense gaze, her heart jumping at the sight.

Joe’s eyes would drift off from hers, now watching the large pool in the open. “You want to swim?” He asks. She grins at his question, now moving to stand to her feet. She’d down the last gulp of wine in her glass before leaning down to put it on the tray. 

“Yep,” She breathes, now walking away from her date. Joe watches after her, his eyes immediately finding the first section of skin she exposed while removing her hoodie. Nessa hooks her thumbs into her sweatpants and yank them down. There she was, standing in a matching black Calvin Klein set. Nessa eyes the water, taking a slow breath in. “Here we go,” She whispers, closing her eyes. She didn’t know what she was doing anymore and had the wine to thank for that. 

Joe’s eyes scanned her semi-clad body one last time before slowly moving to stand to his feet. She’d kicked the two articles of clothing to the side before reaching up to pull her hair from that messy bun. It’ll fall effortlessly to frame her face and cover her shoulders. She finally opens her eyes, now backing away from the edge. She was about to dive in and wanted a running start. Mentally, she prayed she didn’t trip on the way in. To embarrass herself in front of such an absolute man would be a death sentence to her. That was just her being dramatic. Joe hadn’t moved to remove any of his clothes just yet. He was in a trance he couldn’t seem to break. 

This woman was captivating to him and somehow unknowingly unique. The way she talked reminded him of himself. She never wants to receive recognition and deflects praise of any kind. Such a humble and down-to-earth woman she is. She was quiet for the most part, making it known that she was listening to him. She was what he liked precisely. He would be honest; he thought he’d never see her again after tonight. His mind kept telling him that maybe she gave him the wrong number and maybe, just maybe, she thought he was weird for approaching her while she was out with her friend. But something told him—no, urged him to call her, and here she was, standing on the rooftop of his hotel with him at three in the morning.

He should really stop being pessimistic. 

If he was truly Roman Reigns, this night would have gone differently. It wouldn’t be her on this rooftop with him, though—no, it’ll probably be some typical woman looking for a one-night stand, some easy picking, someone who knew Roman and wanted to fulfill a fantasy. He’d treat her to a night of great sex and then send her packing before the sun was up. That was what Roman would do. 

But he wasn’t Roman. His name was Joe.

Nessa takes off, throwing her body into the pool’s deep end. The water would splash around her, leaping out and onto the concrete Joe stood on. She would allow herself to sink briefly before swimming back to the top. Her head would break the surface as Nessa sucked air into her lungs. She lifts a hand, ridding her eyes of the salt water she floated in. Joe stood at the edge of the water, still watching her. 

“How’s it feel?” He asks, smiling slightly at her.

“Eh, it’s alright.” She answers. “It would probably be better if you got in.” She says, cutting her eyes up at him with a grin. She begins to float backward, allowing the giant man the space to jump in, all while still holding his gaze. She was like a mermaid trying to lure an unsuspecting victim into the water. “Take it off, take it off, take it off!” She cheers, causing Joe’s smile to grow in size.

“Alright, alright,” He says, waving his hand at her. “That’s enough of that.” He finishes, ridding himself of his shirt in an impressive one-arm swoop. Unashamedly, Nessa allows her eyes to take in the godly physique of the man standing before her. The arm tattoo had become an entire chest piece resembling armor, making him look as powerful as ever. He’s begun pushing his sweatpants down, revealing red briefs. Nessa would whistle at him, causing him to laugh and shyly turn away. “You’re making this extremely hard.” He says, no pun intended. 

“I’m just trying to hype you up.” She says with a grin. His hands go up to the bun on his head to remove his hair tie. Long black, wavy locks would drop, remaining pushed out of his face. He wrapped the hair tie around his wrist, now repeating the same steps Vanessa did. Joe backs up a few paces before charging at the pool. He leaps in, pulling his legs to his chest. His splash would be significantly larger, drenching his swimming partner in the escaping water. She’d squeal, turning to shield her face from the impact. 

Joe would pop back up, shaking the water from his hair like a dog. “Happy now?” He asks, splashing water at her with his arm. She turns to face him again, laughing softly at his playfulness. 

“Very,” She says, splashing him back. “The water suddenly feels a hell of a lot better.” She confesses. As time progressed, Nessa became increasingly flirtatious—again, she had the wine to thank for that. Joe would drift toward her, but she would drift away teasingly.

“Come here,” He requests.

“What is it?” She asks, floating back to him. Beneath the water, his arms would wrap around her, pulling her to his body. Her heart rate would soar at the feel of his hands on her body, causing her slight pain. She gasps softly in response before quickly recovering and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. They’d spin slowly, eyes watching eyes. Joe doesn’t say anything; he watches her silently through half-open eyes. There was a faint grin on his lips. “What?” She asks, hoping he’ll say something finally.

Being this close to him, having his hands on her like this, was suffocating in the best way for Nessa. The longer he remained silent, looking at her like this, the harder it was to breathe. She needed a sweet release only his words—his voice could give her right now. “You’re beautiful, Vanessa.” He says, using her full name for the first time. 

“I know.” She says before turning her head to laugh. “I’m sorry—I can’t take myself seriously.” She confesses. Her legs tangled with his the longer their spinning went on. Joe watched her with another fascinated grin on his face. 

“Hey,” He calls to her. The fingers on his right-hand curl against her skin, drawing her attention back to him. Her body responds to the action, making her press her body to his even more than it already was. “Thank you for coming to see me tonight.” He whispers. 

Her eyes lock onto his. “I’m happy I did.” She confesses. Her left-hand tangles in the back of his hair, scratching gently at his nape. He hums at the action, slowly tilting his head to the side. His eyes would venture down to her lips for only a second. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asks. Butterflies would fill Nessa at the question, her lips parting as she thought of an answer. “You can say no, I just—.” He pauses. “I’m acting off of feelings—.” Again, he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. She presses her index finger to his lips, forcing him to stop talking.

“Shhh…” She says, moving her hand from his lips. She’d cup his jaw, her thumb caressing his cheekbone. “Kiss me, Joe.” She requests in a gentle tone. His dark eyes watched her for a second longer. She, just like him, was acting off feelings. If she was sober, this would be out of the question, but you know what they say: Drunk words are sober thoughts, and she wanted him. 

Joe leans in, pressing his lips to hers. The kiss started slow to gauge her feelings about it. Once she began to return it, then and only then did he pick up the tempo. His tongue would find hers, making her moan into the kiss. Remnants of the Cabaret Sauvignon they had drank coated their tongues. If possible, they’d get drunker off this kiss alone. They’d float back toward the pool wall, their mouths still attached. Once Joe’s back and her arm hit the wall, they’d break the kiss, both panting as an aftereffect of such an epic kiss. 

Nessa hovered over him, her eyes locked on his once more. She wanted more of him. Vanessa wanted kisses. She wanted touches. Nessa wanted to be groped, marked, to have her name breathed so sweetly in her ear as she drew any and every little moan from his body. It had been entirely too long since the last time she’d been interested in a man physically, mentally, and sexually. The opportunity was presenting itself, so she might as well seize it—and so she did.

The pair would pull each other together in another crushing kiss, sealing their fate for the night and moving forward. 

CHAPTER 4

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A/N: I've been working on this damn chapter for what feels like forever (literally started it Sunday, I'm just impatient). I shouldn't be awake currently bc I have to work in 3 hours, but here I am...wide awake. The Capricorn in me never allows me to stop something once I finish it. I either will hyperfixate about it the rest of my day, or do something outrageous like stay up till 4 in the morning to finish a chapter. But now that it's finished, I will now slip into a slumber and be pissed off at myself later for doing this to myself lol

K. nighty night or good morning 😭

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More forbidden love! Once the results of the election are about to be public, both of your fathers are at their respective places with their crews, the local news broadcasting live from both of their stations. Meanwhile, you and Patrick are in some cheap ass hotel room, naked after a session and snuggled together, watching in the shitty little TV how it's all gonna untold. But neither of you could core. You're both just so in love with one another.

the whole summer after the gala where you and patrick met is full of sneaking around, late night hushed phone calls and joy rides in patrick's luxury SUV; a gift from his father for winning a big championship the year before.

your families both have several houses; ski houses, summer houses, lake houses, beach houses--plenty of places to sneak around.

both of your beach and lake houses are driving distance, so you go wherever your family is not, making excuses about having to meet up with an old friend. patrick pretends he has private lessons.

you skinny dip in the pool and smoke joints on the dock under the moonlight. patrick fucks you on your father's boat; it rocks against the dock as he pushes into you, the beach towel laid out beneath you bunching up with every thrust.

early one morning, your parents arrive while patrick has your legs over his shoulders, his hands holding your waist tightly. his low grunts stop when he hears the front door open, the deep rumble of your father's voice.

"fuck." you say. "fuck!"

patrick pulls out, shimmies into his boxers and swim trunks. you push him into your closet, throwing his tennis shoes inside as well.

"my wallet is on your nightstand. and throw me my bag."

you get rid of patrick's things, shutting the closet door. luckily you drove your car here, so you aren't immediately fucked.

your dad asks what you're doing here.

"just wanted some alone time, i guess."

"and what have you been doing?" he stands in your doorway. your heart is beating a million miles a minute, but patrick is quiet.

"reading, enjoying the outdoors. i've been pretty beat with all the press surrounding the election."

your father apologizes. it's uncommon for him to do that. you smile and nod and thank him for understanding that you need some space. he assures you, it will all be over soon.

as he leaves your room, he thanks you as well.

"thank you for staying away from patrick zweig." he says. "i wouldn't want you to get caught up with a boy like that."

you feel a pang of guilt. patrick doesn't. and once your parents go out for lunch, patrick drives you to his house in your car. his family is god knows where--maybe europe, possibly miami. he doesn't keep track.

the disapproval makes you both crave each other insatiably. and it's easy to fall in love that summer, with nobody else around.

it's harder when the election draws nearer. your father is hovering over you, and patrick's over him. everything you do feels like life or death. what you eat, what you wear, how your hair is cut.

"i can't fucking handle the micromanagement." you tell patrick on the phone.

"i know, baby. it's almost over."

at the ballot, neither of you vote for your respective father. patrick drives you and him forty five minutes away to watch the results in a tiny motel room somewhere out in the country.

both your and patrick's phones start to ring. first a call from your mothers, and then your fathers. it's nothing about the election; you both turned on the tv to hear the newscaster talking about a new scandal. you had been seen checking into a hotel together.

but this was weeks ago.

[sinful-mind-joyful-thoughts]

𝕿𝖜𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝕿𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 | 4

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Pairing: dark!Joel Miller x Fem!reader

Warnings/tags: MDNI 18+, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, Auctioning people, Dom and Sub dynamics, Drinking, food, kissing, making out, possessiveness, cat calling, physical violence ( a single punch ), flirting, langire, bikinis, insucurity, praise, LOSS OF VIRGINITY, Oral F and M, Orgasums, Orgasum Denial, Pull out method, UNprotected sex wrap it before you tap it kids, THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME

Summary: Joel takes you on a birthday trip to say sorry for missing your birthday and it was oh so worth it in many different ways

WC: 5.0K

A/n: EnJOY

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The airport buzzed with the typical hum of travelers, announcements echoing over the intercom. You clutched your boarding pass, trying to steady your nerves. The past few days had been a whirlwind, with Joel's sudden proposition to whisk you away to Miami as an apology for missing your birthday. It felt surreal, and a part of you was still grappling with the mixed emotions from your heated argument.

Joel walked beside you, his hand resting lightly on your lower back, guiding you through the terminal. His demeanor was calm and composed, a stark contrast to your swirling thoughts. He had been unusually attentive since that night, a stark contrast to the distant, busy man you had come to know. It was almost as if he was trying to make up for lost time.

As you approached the first-class lounge, you glanced at Joel. “First class, huh?” you remarked, trying to keep your tone light. “I didn’t know you were such a high roller.”

Joel smirked, handing the attendant your boarding passes. “Only the best for my girl,” he replied, his voice smooth and confident. “Consider it part of my apology.”

You felt a flutter in your stomach at his words but quickly pushed it down. There were still too many unresolved questions between you. As you settled into the plush seats of the first-class cabin, you couldn't help but marvel at the luxury. The seats were wide and comfortable, with ample legroom and a personal entertainment system. A flight attendant promptly offered you a glass of champagne, which you accepted gratefully.

Joel leaned in, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “I thought you could use a bit of pampering.”

You turned to look at him, studying his face. “Joel, this is amazing, but...”

He held up a hand, cutting you off gently. “No buts. Let’s just enjoy this trip, okay? We can talk about everything else later.”

You nodded, though a part of you still felt uneasy. “Okay. For now, let’s just enjoy it.”

As the plane took off, you glanced out the window, watching the world shrink below you. The view was breathtaking, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to get lost in the beauty of it all. Joel reached over, taking your hand in his, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. The gesture was comforting, and you found yourself relaxing into your seat.

Joel continued to hold your hand as the plane soared higher, the world below becoming a patchwork of greens and blues. His touch was steady, reassuring, but you couldn’t shake the questions swirling in your mind. After a while, Joel leaned closer, his voice low and soothing.

“We’re staying at a hotel right on the water,” he said, a hint of excitement in his tone. “You’ll love it. The view is incredible, and the beach is just a few steps away.”

You smiled, trying to match his enthusiasm. “That sounds amazing. I can’t wait to see it.”

Joel’s eyes sparkled as he continued, “And once we land, I want to take you shopping. Get you a proper birthday present.”

You hesitated, feeling a mix of gratitude and discomfort. “Joel, you don’t have to do that. This trip is already more than enough.”

He squeezed your hand gently, his expression serious. “I want to, though. I missed your birthday, and I want to make it up to you. Just let me do this.”

You sighed, the last remnants of your resistance melting away under his earnest gaze. “Alright, if you insist.”

Joel’s smile broadened, and he kissed your hand. “Good. You deserve to be spoiled.”

The rest of the flight passed in a comfortable silence, with both of you occasionally exchanging smiles and light touches. The tension from earlier seemed to have eased, replaced by a shared anticipation for the days ahead.

When the plane finally touched down in Miami, the warm, tropical air greeted you as you stepped off. Joel guided you through the airport with practiced ease, his hand never leaving the small of your back. A sleek black car awaited you outside, and soon you were on your way to the hotel.

As you settled into the backseat, Joel turned to you, his eyes filled with excitement. “So, any thoughts on what you’d like for your birthday present?”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “I haven’t really thought about it. This trip is already such a gift.”

Joel smiled, his hand finding yours again. “Well, let’s see what catches your eye. I want to make sure you have something special to remember this birthday by.”

The drive to the hotel was scenic, the cityscape giving way to pristine beaches and shimmering water. When you arrived, you were awestruck by the elegance of the hotel. The building stood majestically against the backdrop of the ocean, its sleek lines and modern design a testament to luxury.

Joel checked you in, his demeanor confident and charming. Soon, you were riding the elevator to your suite, the anticipation building with each passing floor. When you finally stepped inside, the view took your breath away. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered an unobstructed panorama of the ocean, the waves crashing rhythmically against the shore.

“This is incredible,” you whispered, turning to Joel with wide eyes.

He grinned, clearly pleased with your reaction. “I’m glad you like it. Now, let’s get settled and then we can hit the shops.”

You spent a few moments exploring the suite, the plush furnishings and elegant decor making you feel like you had stepped into a dream. After freshening up, you rejoined Joel in the living area.

“Ready to go?” he asked, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

You nodded, a smile playing on your lips. “Ready.”

The shopping district was bustling with activity, the streets lined with high-end boutiques and charming cafes. Joel led you from store to store, his enthusiasm infectious. You found yourself relaxing, enjoying the experience more than you had anticipated.

After browsing through several shops, Joel finally stopped outside a jewelry store. “How about we take a look in here?” he suggested, his hand gently guiding you inside.

The store was filled with sparkling displays, each piece more beautiful than the last. Joel watched as you admired the jewelry, his expression thoughtful. After a while, he pointed to a delicate necklace adorned with a small, shimmering pendant.

“How about this one?” he asked, his voice soft.

You stared at the necklace, the elegant design catching the light in the most captivating way. “It’s beautiful,” you murmured, feeling a swell of emotion.

Joel smiled, signaling to the salesperson. “We’ll take it.”

As the necklace was carefully packaged, you turned to Joel, your eyes shining with gratitude. “Thank you, Joel. This means so much to me.”

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your cheek. “You’re welcome. And remember, this is just the beginning. I want to make sure every moment we spend together is special.”

As you both stepped out of the jewelry store, the delicate weight of the new necklace around your neck felt like a promise. Joel, ever the charmer, glanced down at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“You know,” he began, his tone playful, “now that you’ve got such a beautiful necklace, I think you need a bikini to match. After all, we’re right by the beach.”

You felt a flush creep up your cheeks. “A bikini?” you echoed, a hint of uncertainty in your voice.

Joel stopped and turned to face you, his expression sincere. “Absolutely. You’ll look amazing. Besides, I want to see you having fun in the sun, looking as stunning as you are.”

You bit your lip, feeling a mixture of shyness and excitement. “I don’t know, Joel. I’m not sure if I’m... you know, ready for that.”

He stepped closer, his hands resting gently on your hips. “Hey, listen to me. You’re beautiful, and you’re perfect just the way you are. Trust me on this. Let’s go find something that makes you feel as amazing as you look.”

His words melted away your insecurities, leaving a growing confidence in their place. “Alright,” you agreed, a smile tugging at your lips. “Let’s do it.”

Joel’s eyes lit up with delight as he guided you to a nearby boutique that specialized in swimwear. The store was a vibrant oasis of colors and styles, each bikini more alluring than the last. The racks were lined with shimmering fabrics and intricate patterns, and you couldn’t help but feel a little thrill of anticipation as you browsed.

Joel stayed close, his hand occasionally brushing against yours. He offered suggestions with a playful smirk, holding up bikinis that ranged from flirty to downright daring. His presence was a steady reassurance, his confidence in your beauty making you feel bold.

“What about this one?” he asked, holding up a red bikini with a cheeky grin.

You laughed, shaking your head. “Maybe something a little less... fiery.”

After selecting a few bikinis to try on, you made your way to the fitting rooms. Joel waited outside, his playful demeanor turning more serious as he saw you hesitate.

“Go on,” he urged gently, his eyes locking with yours. “I can’t wait to see how stunning you look.”

You took a deep breath and stepped into the fitting room. The first bikini you tried on was a bright, tropical pattern that made you feel both bold and self-conscious. Gathering your courage, you stepped out to show Joel.

His eyes widened in appreciation, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Wow,” he said softly, his gaze lingering. “You look incredible.”

Your heart swelled at his reaction, and the insecurities you had been feeling seemed to vanish. With each new bikini you tried on, Joel’s supportive comments boosted your confidence. He flirted shamelessly, making you laugh and blush with every compliment.

“Turn around,” he requested with a wink as you modeled a floral bikini. “I need the full view.”

You playfully spun, feeling more confident with every step. Eventually, you settled on a sleek, navy blue two-piece that made you feel both elegant and sexy.

“This one,” you decided, turning to Joel with a newfound assurance.

He nodded, his smile warm and approving. “Perfect choice. You look absolutely stunning.”

Joel wrapped his arm around your shoulders before making his way to the cashier to pay “I can’t wait to see you in that at the beach,” he murmured, his voice filled with genuine anticipation. “You’ll be the most beautiful woman there.”

You felt a surge of confidence and happiness, Joel’s words making you feel cherished. “Only if you promise to wear those swim trunks I picked out,” you teased back.

He laughed, a deep, infectious sound. “Deal. Anything for you.”

As you browsed through the store waiting for joel to finish paying, still feeling the warmth of Joel’s compliments, a guy around your age approached. He had an arrogant smirk and a cocky swagger.

"Hey there," he drawled, his eyes shamelessly raking over your body. "I saw you trying on those bikinis earlier. You looked incredible."

You forced a polite smile, hoping he would take the hint and leave. "Thanks."

But he didn’t. Instead, he leaned in closer, his breath smelling faintly of alcohol. "Your boyfriend took his sweet time picking those out, huh? You should ditch the old man and find someone who knows how to appreciate you properly."

You took a step back, feeling a shiver of discomfort. "Joel appreciates me just fine, thanks."

The guy chuckled, shaking his head with a condescending grin. "Come on, how old is he? Like, twice your age? You deserve better. Someone who won’t leave you hanging while they shop for you. I mean, come on, you can do so much better."

His eyes lingered on your body, and you felt your skin crawl under his gaze. "Seriously, you need someone who knows how to have fun. Not some grandpa who's gonna put you to sleep by nine."

Your patience snapped, and you opened your mouth to retort, but at that moment, Joel returned. His eyes immediately took in the situation, narrowing as he saw the guy standing too close to you.

"Is everything alright here?" Joel asked, his voice steady but with a dangerous edge.

The guy straightened up, smirking as he looked Joel up and down. "Just complimenting your girl. She's quite the catch."

Joel's jaw tightened, and the tension in the air thickened. "Thanks for the compliment. But she's with me, and I'm more than capable of appreciating her."

The guy shrugged, clearly not intimidated. "Alright, man. Whatever you say." With one last leer in your direction, he sauntered off.

But Joel wasn’t done. His jealousy and protective instincts flared. "Hey!" Joel called out, his voice a low growl.

The guy turned back, an eyebrow raised. "What now, old man?"

Without warning, Joel’s fist connected with the guy’s jaw in a swift, powerful punch. The guy staggered back, clutching his face in shock and pain.

"You stay the hell away from her," Joel snarled, his eyes blazing with anger.

People around the store stared some gasping in surprise. The guy scrambled to his feet, muttering curses, and quickly retreated, clearly not wanting to escalate the situation further.

Joel turned back to you, his breathing heavy. "You okay?" he asked, his voice softer now, but his eyes still dark with lingering fury.

You nodded, a bit shaken but relieved. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thank you."

Joel wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. "Let’s get out of here."

You were in shock as you watched Joel punch the guy. A flurry of emotions swirled inside you—relief, gratitude, but also anger. As Joel guided you out of the store and into a waiting taxi, you couldn't hold back any longer.

"Joel, what the hell was that?" you demanded, sliding into the back seat and looking at him with wide eyes.

Joel shut the door behind him, his jaw still tense. "He was being a creep, talking to you like that. What was I supposed to do? Let him disrespect you?"

"You didn't have to punch him," you snapped, your voice shaking slightly. "Violence isn't the answer to everything."

Joel leaned in closer, his eyes dark and intense. "Sometimes, it is. When it comes to you, I'll do whatever it takes to protect you."

The taxi driver glanced back nervously, clearly uncomfortable with the tension in the car. Joel noticed and lowered his voice, though the intensity didn't fade. "You need to understand something. You're mine. And no one gets to talk to you or look at you like that. No one."

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his possessive tone. "Joel, that's not—"

"No," he cut you off, his eyes boring into yours. "You need to hear this. I won’t let anyone come between us. I’ve been patient, trying to respect your space and your pace, but that doesn’t mean I’ll stand by while some punk thinks he can make a move on you."

You looked away, trying to process his words. Part of you was scared, but another part was drawn to the fierce protectiveness in his voice.

Joel reached out, gripping your chin and turning your face back to him. "Look at me," he commanded softly. "You're with me now. And that means you're mine. Understand?"

You nodded slowly, the intensity of his gaze making it hard to think straight. "I understand."

He leaned back, seemingly satisfied, but his grip on your hand remained firm. "Good. Now let's go enjoy our weekend. I want you to remember how much I care about you. And if that means being a little possessive, so be it."

The rest of the taxi ride was tense and silent, Joel's words echoing in your mind. As you pulled up to the hotel, Joel paid the driver and helped you out of the car, his hand never leaving yours. The grand entrance of the hotel loomed before you, a stark contrast to the turmoil inside you.

Inside the hotel lobby, Joel’s demeanor shifted slightly, his possessiveness morphing into a more subtle, but still palpable, protectiveness. He led you to the elevator, his hand firmly on your lower back.

As the elevator doors closed, he looked down at you, his expression softening just a bit. "We’re going to have a great weekend," he murmured. "I want to make up for missing your birthday. Trust me, okay?"

You nodded, feeling a mixture of apprehension and curiosity about what the weekend would bring. "Okay, Joel."

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open, revealing the luxurious hallway leading to your room. Joel guided you down the corridor, his hand still a constant presence on your back. As you entered the room

Joel unlocked the door to your room, ushering you inside with a small smile. The suite was luxurious, with a stunning view of the ocean and a king-sized bed dominating the space. The tension from earlier seemed to dissipate slightly as you took in your surroundings.

“This place is incredible,” you said, trying to focus on the positive.

Joel nodded, setting your bags down gently. “Only the best for you.”

You walked over to the large window, gazing out at the turquoise water stretching out to the horizon. The view was breathtaking, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to relax. Joel came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I want you to feel special this weekend,” he murmured. “I’m sorry about earlier. I just... can’t stand the thought of anyone else trying to take you away from me.”

You turned in his arms, looking up at him. “I understand. Let’s just enjoy our time here, okay?”

He nodded, brushing a kiss against your forehead. “Deal. Let’s unpack and get settled in.”

You moved to your suitcase, unzipping it and flipping it open. As you began to pull out clothes, you noticed something odd. The outfits were all skimpy, revealing, and definitely not what you had packed. Your cheeks flushed as you pulled out a barely-there bikini, realizing that Faith had repacked your entire suitcase. A note fell out of one of the dresses, and you quickly picked it up.

"Thought you’d need these more than your usual stuff. Have fun, birthday girl! – Faith"

You sighed, shaking your head with a small smile. “Of course, Faith.”

Joel raised an eyebrow as he looked over your shoulder. “What’s up?”

“Faith repacked my suitcase,” you explained, holding up the note. “Looks like she had different plans for my wardrobe.”

Joel chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he took in the array of outfits. “Well, she certainly knows how to pick them. I think you’ll look amazing in every single one.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, but his words boosted your confidence. “I’m sure you do.”

Joel leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, seductive murmur. “Why don’t you try one on for me now?”

You felt a shiver of excitement mixed with nervousness. “Alright, but no peeking until I’m done.”

He grinned, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

You gathered a few pieces and headed into the bathroom to change. As you slipped into a delicate lace lingerie set, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of anticipation. You took a deep breath, smoothing your hair before stepping back into the room.

Joel’s eyes darkened with desire as he looked you up and down. “You look stunning,” he said, his voice husky.

You blushed, feeling both empowered and slightly shy under his intense gaze. “Thank you.”

He crossed the room in a few quick strides, pulling you into his arms. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear.

The air between you crackled with tension as Joel’s hands roamed your back, tracing the delicate lines of the lingerie. Just as you were about to lean in for a deeper kiss, you felt his grip tighten.

You could feel the intensity of his desire as his hands roamed your back, tracing the delicate lines of the lingerie. His touch was electric, sparking a fire inside you. Your heart raced, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through your veins.

Joel’s lips found yours, the kiss deep and passionate, filled with an urgency that took your breath away. He guided you backward, each step bringing you closer to the bed. The world outside seemed to disappear, leaving just the two of you in this moment.

You felt the edge of the bed hit the back of your legs, and Joel gently lowered you onto the soft mattress. He hovered over you, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your pulse quicken. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice a low, seductive growl.

His hands moved to your shoulders, slowly sliding the straps of the lingerie down your arms. His touch was gentle yet possessive, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. You arched your back slightly, pressing yourself against him, craving more of his touch.

Joel’s lips followed the path of his hands, kissing the newly exposed skin. He took his time, savoring each moment, each taste. You could feel the heat of his desire building, matching your own. The room was filled with the sound of your mingled breaths, the tension between you almost palpable.

His hands continued their exploration, moving lower, caressing the curves of your body. You let out a soft moan as he found sensitive spots, his touch sending waves of pleasure through you. “Joel,” you whispered, your voice breathless with need.

He looked up at you, his eyes dark with passion. “I want you,” he said, his voice husky and full of promise. “All of you.”

You nodded, unable to find the words, your body responding to his every touch. Joel leaned in, capturing your lips in another searing kiss. His hands roamed freely now, exploring every inch of you, his touch both demanding and tender.

As the intensity between you grew, you felt a sudden rush of emotions. Desire, anticipation, and a hint of fear all mingled together. Joel seemed to sense your hesitation, his movements slowing. He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice softening with concern.

You took a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest. His concern was palpable, and you appreciated his sensitivity to your emotions. Meeting his gaze, you nodded slowly, your voice barely above a whisper. “Yes, I’m fine… Don’t stop.”

Joel’s eyes darkened with desire as he registered your words. Without a word, he closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. His touch reignited the fire between you, sending sparks of electricity through your body. His hands resumed their exploration, his touch both gentle and commanding.

You moaned softly against his lips, the sound mingling with his own low growl of pleasure. The room seemed to fade away as you lost yourself in the sensation of Joel’s lips on yours, his hands tracing the curves of your body with a familiarity that sent shivers down your spine.

Joel moved his hands to caress your breasts under your barely-there lace bra, both of you grinding into each other. His bulge pressed perfectly against where you needed him most, pulling a whimper from the back of your throat. Joel smirked at you, "Let's get these clothes off."

He leaned back, standing on his knees over you as you propped yourself up on your elbows to watch him. He peeled off his shirt, revealing his chest, the small hairs lining his torso and leading down towards his pants. His stomach curved slightly, and all you wanted to do was reach out and touch him, but something in you said to wait. You unclasped your bra, revealing your upper body to him. You didn't feel anxious or unsure; you were ready. Joel grabbed your hands, holding them above your head.

Joel’s kisses trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Your fingers tangled in his hair, urging him closer to your breasts without having to say a word. Joel began to suck on your breast, the warmth of his mouth overtaking you as you arched into him. He pinched your hard nipples before pulling away to take off his pants. You moved to do the same, but he stopped you.

"I’ll do that," he said, making you blush as he finished taking off his pants and boxers, revealing his dick, the tip already dripping with pre-cum. He was well-trimmed, and his dick was so thick that your mind wandered, blushing at the thought of him inside you. He climbed back onto the bed and went straight to kissing your stomach, moving your body with his rough, calloused hands in every way he pleased to make sure every kiss was felt deep inside you.

He kissed your lower stomach and moved to spread your legs over his shoulders before lowering you back onto the bed. After he pulled off your panties with such skill, you barely felt them come off. He placed a kiss on your clit, making you grab the sheets below you. He wrapped his hands around your thighs, pushing his face deeper into your pussy as he ate you like a starved man. You moaned over and over, your eyes rolling back as he dropped one of your legs, never moving his head from your clit as he inserted one of his large fingers into your pussy. You gasped at the feeling as he worked his finger, adding another and starting to scissor you open. You grabbed at his head and started to grind into him, your moans growing louder as he began to finger you faster until you convulsed, your legs shaking as you came on his face.

You began to catch your breath and pulled Joel up from between your legs, pulling him into a feverish kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue as you kissed. He pulled back to breathe, finally looking into your eyes with a hungry lust. You gave him a reassuring nod as he got ready to insert himself.

He rubbed the tip of his dick up and down your clit, gathering some wetness. He spit into his hand to add lubricant as well, then guided his dick into you. The stretch burned at first, making you hiss and bite your lip, but as he continued, his dick felt like magic. He used his thumb to rub small circles on your clit. "It's okay, just get used to the feeling."

After a few moments, Joel started to move his dick in slow, deliberate movements. You gasped and moaned with every thrust. With his pace quickening, your moans became more common. "Shit..." he muttered under his breath as he held your legs up. You let out a sharp moan as he hit a spot that made you see stars. He deepened his strokes, hitting that sweet spot with every movement. You started to cry a little at the pleasure, tapping his hand that was holding your leg.

"More..." you gasped. "I'm gonna cum."

Joel quickened his strokes. "Say you’ll move in with me," Joel's question caught you off guard.

"Wh—" you tried to sit up, but he folded you in half, slowing his strokes. He pulled his dick almost completely out of you. "Say you’ll move in with me, and I’ll let you cum." His words sounded so imposing as he used his forearms to hold your legs flesh to your chest. "Say it and you can cum." He started to rub your clit with his thumb in slow, teasing circles. Your mouth opened in the shape of an O. You wanted—no, needed more.

"Say it," Joel almost removed his dick, but you stopped him, grabbing whatever skin you could.

"Yes, yes!" you sounded desperate, and Joel let out a deep chuckle at your words as he began to pound into you deeper than you’d ever felt. It didn’t take long for that welcomed feeling to wash over you. You clutched down on his dick and groaned as you came. Joel didn’t stop his movements; he slowed them and helped you ride down your orgasm as he started his. He pulled out and grabbed your hand after spreading open your legs. He used your juices remaining on his dick as lube, cupping your hand in his to rub him off until he came all over your stomach.

Joel leaned in, kissing you softly, his lips gentle and tender against yours. The intensity from moments before had given way to a softer intimacy, and you felt your heart race for an entirely different reason. "Go use the bathroom," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "I'll be right here."

You nodded, slipping out of bed and making your way to the bathroom. As you closed the door behind you, the reality of what had just happened began to sink in. Leaning against the sink, you stared at your reflection in the mirror. The flush on your cheeks, the wildness in your eyes, it all told the story of the night’s passion. You splashed some cool water on your face, trying to clear your head.

As you washed up, you couldn't help but replay the events in your mind. The thrill, the unexpected intensity, the way Joel had taken control and yet had been so attentive to your needs. It was overwhelming, exhilarating, and a little terrifying. This was a new chapter, one you hadn't seen coming.

After a few moments, you wrapped yourself in a robe and stepped out of the bathroom. Joel was sitting on the bed, the TV now on, casting a soft glow around the room. He looked up as you entered, his eyes warm and inviting.

"Feel better?" he asked, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"Yeah," you replied, sitting down beside him. The comfort of the robe and his presence was grounding.

"Good," he said, leaning back against the headboard. "Do you want to order room service? We could use some food after all that."

You chuckled softly, the normalcy of his question a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions you had just experienced. "Yeah, that sounds nice."