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covenofagatha · 7 months ago

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A Helping Hand

You're helping your Professor gather ingredients for a potion she's brewing when you accidentally knock over a jar of sex pollen and need help.

Word count: ~3100

Warnings: smut, mommy kink, fingering, Top Agatha, magic cock, blowjob, magic cum, pure filth, teacher x student, age gap (everyone's legal)

Your brow furrows as you stare at the open spell book in front of you. You have a Potions test tomorrow for Professor Harkness, and evident by your lack of understanding of any of the words on the page, you are not going to do well.

“What’s wrong?” your roommate, Wanda, asks you. The two of you are the top witches at the Academy of Dark Arts, and yet, neither of you has a strong suit in potions.

And of course, the Potions teacher, Agatha Harkness, is the hardest teacher you have.

“This is impossible. How am I supposed to remember that, for the Wolfsbane Potion, you have to stir three times counterclockwise, say this incantation, and then stir four times clockwise, all while making sure I’m continuously pouring in Dragon’s Blood?” Your head hurts just from reading it from the book.

Wanda snorts. “Agatha doesn’t expect it to be perfect.”

You give her a look. You both know that’s a lie. Agatha is the teacher that makes you redo written homework assignments if you leave too much space between the words.

The Academy of Dark Arts was a home for witches like you and Wanda: witches that did not have a coven, or even a family. The Academy was supposed to teach girls to harness and understand their powers.

You have been here the longest, ever since you were twelve. You are almost twenty now. You had always put off taking Potions until you could no longer avoid it, mainly just because of how hard everyone else said it was. You had briefly interacted with Professor Harkness before the class, passing her in the corridors or making eye contact at meals.

And maybe, just maybe, you had developed a bit of a crush on her once you were in her class.

Who could blame you, though? She was the definition of perfection, with the way power just exuded from her, and the way her long, dark hair tumbled down to her lower back, and her piercing blue eyes that you suspected could see right into your soul.

But your little infatuation was not what you needed right now – no, right now, you need to study.

“I just don’t know anything,” you groan, dropping your head into your hands. “I can’t even read my notes.” Agatha often went so fast in class that you had no other option than to just scribble down everything you thought she said as quickly as you could.

And now you just had pages of illegible chicken scratch.

“She’s probably still in the green house, why not just go ask her for help,” Wanda says noncommittally, too engrossed in sketching a picture. How she is so calm with this test hanging over the both of you, you have no idea.

But you nod. That’s a good idea. You can go see Agatha, ask her to clarify a few things, and then stay up all night cramming ingredients and directions into your brain.

“I’ll be right back,” you promise, and then scoop up your book and your notes.

You pass by some younger witches in the hallway and you give them a tight-lipped smile. Wanda was really your only friend at the Academy, the other girls too boy-crazy or too self-absorbed for you to really connect with them.

Other than those girls, though, the Academy is quiet. No sign of any of your other teachers, and you’re sure they’re either in their private quarters or still grading papers in their classrooms.

You have to leave the main house of the Academy to get to the greenhouse, where Potions takes place. The cold November air stings your cheeks and makes your eyes water, but luckily, it’s a short walk.

“Hello, Professor Harkness?” you say timidly, knocking on the door as you push it open. She’s sitting at a stool, cutting plants with a sharp knife. Her hair flowing down her back and she's wearing a tight white button-down shirt on that’s tucked into high-waisted purple pants, and a long, navy coat.

She glances up and smiles when she sees it’s you. “Y/n, what can I do for you?”

“Oh, I just wanted to come see if you could help me clear some things up for the test tomorrow,” you say, a little flustered by how good she looks.

“Sure thing, hon. First, I need your help. Hand me those powders from over there?” She points the knife over to the counter by the sink and you oblige, grabbing the four vials and putting them down next to her. She picks each one up and examines the label closely. “Ah, shoot. Sorry, dear, could you find the jar with the powdered root of asphodel? It should be in the pantry somewhere. I thought I took it out, but I guess I forgot.”

“Yeah, of course.” You repeat the powder name in your head a few times so you don’t forget it and then go search for it.

You finally spot it on the fourth shelf, sitting in the middle of some other jars, and you reach up on your tip-toes to grab it. As you’re pulling down the correct jar, you accidentally knock it into another and it falls to the floor next to you.

“Shit!” you mutter, immediately crouching down to assess the damage. The jar of some unknown powder has broken and its contents are spilled everywhere. Without even thinking, you start to sweep the powder into your hands so you can try to put it back in the bottom half of the jar that’s still intact.

You didn’t even notice Agatha coming over after she heard the noise. “Everything okay – don’t touch any of that!” she exclaims, seeing the bottle that broke on the floor.

You drop the mound of powder in your hands and whirl around, eyes wide open.

“What is it?” you ask, afraid of the answer, but she doesn’t give you one, instead opting to pull you by the sleeve over to the sink.

“Wash your hands now,” she demands and stands there watching you scrub your skin until it’s red. “How do you feel?”

“I feel fine,” you say, but as you say that, you notice something. There’s an unmistakable heat growing in your stomach. And it only gets worse when Agatha places a hand against your forehead. You lean into the touch and have to forcibly bite your tongue so you don’t moan.

She looks you up and down and you can feel yourself getting hotter. You’re sure your cheeks are flushed.

You’ve never felt this way before.

“Um, just out of curiosity, what was that powder?” you ask, wetness pooling between your thighs. The ache between your legs is becoming hard to ignore.

Agatha meets your eyes. “It’s called sex pollen.” Your heart skips a beat. “I honestly forgot it was back there. I came across some a few decades ago and wanted to study it.”

You swallow hard. “So if someone gets some of it in their system, do they just need to touch…” You feel yourself blushing, not quite believing you’re asking Agatha Harkness if masturbation is the key to get this heat inside you to die down.

She smirks. “You can’t get it out of your system by yourself.”

Well, fuck. “There’s no other way?”

“Where would the fun in that be?” She winks playfully, and you wonder if she’s ever used it, or used it on someone else. “But you said you feel fine so you shouldn’t have to worry about it.”

“Right,” you reply shakily. Her fingers brush a strand of hair out of her face and you literally clench at the sight of them. You feel so empty, so needy, so desperate for her.

“You said you had some questions for the test tomorrow?” She takes the root of asphodel that you had forgotten you were holding and beckons you back over to where she’s working. She pats the stool next to you and you sit, the pressure on your clit making you jump.

You just have to make it through this, go back to your room, and then drag Wanda out with you to a club or something so you can get fucked.

The only problem is, you’re not sure you can wait that long. Your hips have started squirming on the stool beneath you and you can’t control it.

“Um, so,” you start, opening up the textbook to the Wolfsbane Potion you were studying earlier. “The directions for this potion are–”

You’re cut off by her putting her hand on top of yours and you literally whimper at the contact. You stiffen and see her turn her full body towards you, taking in the slight sheen of sweat on your forehead, your darkened eyes, the way your hips are moving on the seat.

“Oh, you poor baby,” she taunts.

You give up the pretense of being unaffected by the pollen. “Professor, I’m so…I need…please…I think the pollen...”

She laughs. “Yes, dear, I think the pollen got into your system. Do you have anyone who can take care of you?”

You blush at the implication of Agatha asking if you have a fuck buddy and then shake your head pathetically. “I was gonna go out with Wanda and try to find someone,” you mumble. “I’ve never…” You trail off, not wanting your incredibly hot professor to hear you say out loud that you’re a virgin.

“Honey, you can’t have your first time with a random person from a bar,” she tuts. “Plus, sex pollen amplifies feelings you already have. Getting fucked by a random person won’t help as much as by a person you already want.”

“I don’t know what else to do,” you whine. “Can you…will you…please?” You can tell the pollen is affecting your ability to think straight because there is no way you just asked your centuries-old professor to fuck you. You’re about ready to run out of the room and die of embarrassment when she grins.

“You want me to help you?”

Your breath catches. “Professor, please, please, I need it. I need you. I just feel so…hot.”

“I’ll say,” she says appreciatively, this time letting her eyes wander over you slowly. “Are you sure? I don’t want you regretting this when the pollen wears off.”

You shake your head. “I won’t. I’m sure. I want you so bad. I have for a while. And you said it has to be someone you already want.”

Her eyes darken. “Get on the table.”

You’ve never moved so fast in your life. She takes your shirt off and throws it somewhere else in the room, and then her hands are cupping your breasts and her mouth is on yours.

You moan hungrily into her hot mouth, feeling her tongue against yours. Your hands tangle in her hair, pulling it gently, and she groans into your mouth. Agatha quickly undoes the clasp of your bra and finds your nipples, tugging at them. She kisses down your neck and your fingers leave her hair to hike up your skirt.

“So eager for me,” she whispers against your clavicle. You gasp when she bites down.

“Please, professor, touch me.”

“I am touching you,” she teases, fingertips lightly skimming down your stomach. You tense at the touch as she gets lower.

Your moan is downright pornographic when she first slides her hand into your underwear, sliding through your folds. She makes a sound as well.

“Fuck, baby, you’re soaked,” she says.

“All for you,” you say weakly, hips grinding up and down against her fingers. She’s yet to touch your clit, but you fear the second she does, you’ll cum.

“My dirty girl.” Agatha finally pushes her middle finger into you and you clench down immediately, needing more. She easily finds the spot that makes you squeal, and her thumb brushes against your clit. “Do you think you can take another finger?”

“Oh my god, yes,” you enthusiastically agree and she slides in her ring finger as well. It’s a bit of a stretch but you’ve never felt better.

“Your cunt feels so good around me,” Agatha says, grabbing your chin with her other hand so you meet her eyes. “So wet, so warm. I want to stay here forever. You can’t get enough of my fingers, can you?”

“No, Professor, I love your fingers,” you babble, right on the edge. She knows it too.

“Be a good girl and come for mommy,” she whispers right into your ear, her hot breath warm, and the name, coupled with the way she twists her fingers and roughly strokes your clit, sends you climaxing.

“Fuckkkk,” you moan, your nails digging into her shoulders. She fucks you through the aftershocks of your orgasm and then slowly pulls her fingers, which are drenched, out of you. You can’t help but feel empty and the heat inside you isn’t completely gone.

Before you can say anything, she slides her wet fingers into your mouth and you lazily lap at your juices. She bites her lip at the feeling.

“How are you feeling now, baby girl?”

Her fingers leave your mouth with a pop. “Better but I still think I need more.”

Her eyebrow raises playfully. “My fingers weren’t enough to quell your thirst?”

You shake your head, feeling a little embarrassed.

“I think I know something that might help.” She waves her hand and a poof of purple smoke appears. You’re not quite sure what she did, but she gives you a wicked grin and unzips her pants, pulling out a purple strap-on.

Your mouth falls open.

She grabs a hold of the base and starts to stroke herself, groaning.

“Wait, can you-”

She looks up at you. “Feel it?” She nods. “I wanna feel you clench around my cock. Wanna fill you up.”

You let out a small gasp. “Mommy, please, I need your cock.”

She steps back over to you and runs a hand up your slit, collecting your wetness, which she then rubs on her cock. “You’re plenty wet already, but why don’t you get on your knees and show me how much of a good girl you can be.”

She doesn’t have to tell you twice. You practically fall to the ground in front of her, ignoring the sharp pain in your knees. You look up at her, awaiting instruction, and she bites her lip softly at the sight of you.

She puts a hand on your head and pushes you closer. “Put a hand around the base and then run your tongue up and down the length.”

You do as you’re told and you delight in the loud moan that tears from her mouth. Her hand just rests on your head as you then experimentally suck the tip of her cock between your lips.

“Good girl,” she says gruffly, and her praise drives you to test the waters and go down further. You bob your head on her dick, never breaking eye contact. “Fuck, baby, your mouth is so hot.”

Meanwhile, the need inside you is growing so much you can barely fight the urge to slip a hand up your skirt. But you don’t. You figure Agatha won’t like that, and also, you want to focus all your attention on making her feel good.

“Such a dirty slut on her knees for mommy. So desperate for this cock,” she says and you groan around the strap-on, making her hands tighten in your hair. She pulls you back and a string of saliva connects your lips to her. “Get up.”

Once you’re standing in front of her, she flips you around and bends your front over the table so she’s standing behind you. She pushes your skirt up and traces your pussy with her cock, sliding it up your slit to your clit and then back. You’re grinding against her, trying to get some stimulation.

“Are you ready?” Agatha asks.

“Yes,” you answer, voice hoarse with anticipation. You feel her line the tip up with your hole and then slowly start to push in.

Both of you moan. She is so big but the stretch is exactly what you need. Once she bottoms out, she holds still for a second, letting you adjust to her size.

“You take my cock so well.” And then she’s pulling out and thrusting back in, picking up speed and intensity. You lift a leg up so she’s able to get deeper and you can feel her hips stutter. “You pretend to be so innocent but look at how desperate you are for me. Just a little slut, needing me to fill her up.”

“Yes, just a slut for you, mommy.”

Her nails dig into your hip and her other hand comes down to rub your clit. You clench around her.

“You’re so tight, so hot, you feel so good squeezing my dick,” Agatha murmurs, saying the filthiest things right into your ear. You’re so close and it’s only been a few minutes of her pounding into you.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whimper. Her hand leaves your clit and you gasp.

“Not yet, baby, wait for mommy. Do you want me to fill you up?”

“Want you to fill me up, mommy, wanna feel you dripping out of me,” you babble.

“Oh shit, baby, gonna cum in you. Cum for me,” she says, and you do. This orgasm is even more intense than the one before and you feel her give you one last hard thrust before warmth spreads through your cunt. She stills for just a second and then gingerly pulls out. You can feel her cum dripping out of your hole and down your leg and it almost makes you cum again.

Agatha turns you around and spreads your legs so she can watch it better. She takes two fingers and lazily smears her cum mixed with yours all over your pussy lips. She raises her fingers to your lips and you eagerly taste both of your juices, moaning around them.

“Do you feel better now?” she asks, a playful glint in her eyes.

You sigh dramatically. “For now. But who’s to say I won’t get into more sex pollen some other time?”

She chuckles and matches your smirk with one of her own. “Well, I guess I better keep a careful eye on you then.”

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ivyyisbored22 · 3 months ago

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𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨—𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘹 (𝘧𝘦𝘮) 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

A friends to lovers, Stray Kids one shot.

Synopsis: When your best friend was hanging out at your place, you suddenly babbled out something that's been going on in your head. And Chan felt relieved when he realised it wasn't only him who felt the same.

Warnings: Smut🔞, unprotected sex, confessions, experienced, sweet (blond) Chan, reader's first time, creampie, oral (f.receiving), fingering, kisses, pet names (baby), fluff.

Minors do not interact!!!

Note: I remember getting a comment under my one shot 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 from @whatudowhennooneseesyou, about a series of the reader's first times with each member. I'm still considering on that idea, so here's Chan's version for now.(Ps I had this collecting dust in my drafts since September)

If this isn't your thing, you're more than welcome to skip it. Reblogs, likes, comments and feedbacks are always appreciated.

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Even though your playstation 5 “lived” in your apartment, the real owner of it was Chan.

You got it because you found a game interesting and then you lost interest in it. But Chan? He took over like it was his duty to ensure the console felt appreciated. Now, it sat proudly near your TV, practically an extension of him whenever he visited.

Both of you were in your living room, his eyes glued to the screen as fingers moved effortlessly over the controller, brows furrowed in concentration.

You sat beside him on the couch, knees drawn up, watching the way his expression changed with every twist and turn on the screen. The warm glow from the TV flickered across his sharp features, making his dark eyes glimmer.

He was so immersed, yet your mind was somewhere else entirely.

You swallowed, fiddling with the hem of your hoodie as an impulsive thought bubbled up, one that had been brewing for some time now.

You wanted to kiss him.

It wasn’t the first time you thought about it, but tonight, the weight of it pressed harder, leaving your stomach in knots.

Maybe it was the way he looked so at home in your space, or how he always made time for you despite his crazy schedule. Or maybe it was just him—just Chan.

However, it felt wrong. Chan was your best friend, the one who had been there for you through everything since the beginning. You both built such a strong bond, so you feared your feelings would ruin what you have.

But not saying anything also drove you crazy. There's nothing that you've kept as a secret from him but this felt more than just something random.

The fear of rejection made it hard for you to think so you kept your feelings locked away. But you also had a gut feeling lingering, maybe you both are more than just friends.

And then as if your body had a mind of its own, you moved in closer to him, and whispered, “Chan…”

He didn't take his eyes off the screen. Then suddenly you blurted out.

“Have you ever thought about us…being together?”

His fingers fumbled over the buttons. A sharp in-game crash filled the room, followed by the bright red letters of Game Over flashing across the screen.

Silence stretched between you two, only broken by the faint hum of the console and your own thudding heartbeat.

Chan slowly turned his head, blinking as if trying to process if you’d actually said that out loud or if his sleep-deprived brain was playing tricks on him.

His mouth opened, closed, then opened again. “What?”

And then, as if you couldn’t hold back anymore, you leaned forward and pressed your lips on his.

Chan's eyes widened as your mouth collided with his, his heart banging in his ears. The warmth of your lips sent a shock through him, short-circuiting every rational thought.

Your insides twisted in knots as you pulled away just an inch, your breath shaky. "Oh my God," you whispered, eyes darting anywhere but at him. "I—I'm sorry, I shouldn’t have—"

Chan's hands shot up, his hand cupping on your face, keeping you from pulling too far away. He swallowed hard, his breath uneven as if he had just run a marathon. "You... kissed me.”

You squeezed your eyes shut. “I'm sorry…” you said again, your voice apologetic, you suddenly felt small in front of him, but Chan's gaze pierced into yours.

“Are you?” He asked teasingly. Embarrassment crawled up your neck and you tried to pull back from his hold but he pulled you towards him until you were on his lap.

Before you could say anything, his lips pressed on yours again immediately, his hand sliding up your waist as his mouth moved over yours, angling your head, tasting you, letting you taste him.

Your hands ran through his beautiful silk blond hair, the intoxicating scent of his spicy cologne engulfing you.

Chan pulled apart, sucking in your bottom lip and gently biting it before he released, breaths heavy and eyes glassy as you both stared at each other.

His eyes searched for yours, something unreadable flickering across his face. “Back to your question,” he said, his fingers tightening just a bit on your waist before it went down to cup your clothed ass that made you jerk.

"You asked if I ever thought about us being together," he murmured, voice low, teasing. "What do you think?"

You swallowed hard, your hands still tangled in his hair, fingertips pressing lightly against his scalp. "I—I don’t know," you admitted, suddenly shy. "You never really said anything, so I figured you just saw me as…nothing more than just a friend."

Chan scoffed, shaking his head in amusement. "You're an idiot, you know that?" His grip on your waist tightened, pulling you impossibly closer until your noses brushed.

"Do you even realize how hard it’s been for me? To act normal around you? To pretend I don’t notice how fucking cute you are when you ramble about things you love?”

Your cheeks burned as your teeth dug the inside of your cheek.

"Or how many times I've to shut the guys’ mouths whenever you come over and they tease me for being so down bad for you?" he continued, eyes flickering down to your mouth.

"Drives me insane, baby."

Your stomach flipped at the pet name, at the sheer warmth in his gaze despite the teasing lilt in his voice. "You… you like me?" Your voice came out softer than intended, like you were still trying to process it.

He tilted his head, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear before a dimpled grin painted his face.

“More than just like you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of your jaw, then another, his breath fanning over your skin.

You felt like you were floating. The weight of every doubt, every second-guessing moment, melted away in his arms. "I…like you too," you admitted, barely above a whisper. "Maybe longer than you have.”

He arched a playful brow, pressing his tongue against the inside of his bottom lip. God, has that ever made your heart race this fast?

"Guess we were both idiots then, huh?"

You laughed softly, nodding. "Yeah."

Chan grinned, dimples appearing as he kissed the tip of your nose and pressed your forehead against his.

You both remained in each other's embrace as the minutes passed, yet your heart raced as fast as a hummingbird’s wings. Rapid and relentless, betraying the calmness of his hold.

Should you say it? Will he think something else of you?

It was as if Chan could read the thousand thoughts racing your mind, his lips brushed on your chin before he said, “Whatever you wanna ask me, you can ask." He said without hesitation.

Your breath clogged in your throat before your gaze dropped to the floor. Chan tilted his head, studying you with those warm, knowing eyes. His fingers traced soothing patterns over your back, being patient as always.

“What is it, baby?” he murmured, his voice coaxing.

You swallowed the weight of your own thoughts pressing against your ribs. It wasn’t that you were scared. It was just… nerve-wracking to finally say it out loud.

Your fingers curled around the fabric of his hoodie, gripping it like an anchor as you whispered, “I want… I want my first time to be with you.”

Chan stilled. His eyes widening slightly as his hands on your waist tensed for just a moment before his breath left him in a slow, measured exhale.

"You do?" His voice was careful, gentle. Not teasing. Not pushing. Just making sure he heard you right.

You nodded, still not quite brave enough to look at him. "I’ve been thinking about it for a while now… wanting you. But I didn’t know how to say it. I thought you’ll find me weird. Or stop wanting to be friends with me…"

Chan let out a quiet chuckle, tilting your chin up with his fingers so you had no choice but to meet his gaze. “Baby, you could’ve said anything, and I’d listen. I’d never make you feel like you had to hold this in.

A shiver ran down your spine at the intensity as he spoke, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “You could never be weird to me. And nothing could ever make me stop wanting to be in your life.”

His words made your heart swell, a warmth blooming deep in your chest.

“You really mean that?” It was unusual for you to feel so exposed and vulnerable. It was unusual for Chan to be anything but a tease. It was this side of him you rarely got to see.

Chan’s gaze softened, his arms tightening around you. “Of course I do.” He exhaled, his forehead pressing against yours again, eyes fluttering closed for a moment as if he was absorbing the weight of your confession.

Then he spoke, voice low, sincere. “But I need you to be sure. I don’t want you to do this just because you think you should or because of me.”

You nodded again, firmer this time.

"We’ve got time, okay? We don’t have to rush anything." He said gently, holding you tightly.

But you shook your head slightly, your fingers curling into his hoodie once more. "I don’t want to wait anymore," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. "I’ve already waited too long to feel like this."

Chan’s eyes darkened slightly at your words, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your neck. "Are you sure?" he whispered one last time, his breath warm against your skin.

You nodded, your own breath catching in your throat. "I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

And with that Chan smoothly carried you, locking your feet around his torso, your arms wrapped around his neck as you kissed him again, he walked towards your room, kicking the floor shut behind him.

He gently laid you down on the bed and got up, unlocking his lips from yours to look at you.

You were heavenly, so beautiful beneath him, Chan's heart was racing like a wild galloping stallion as he watched you. Your chest rose and fell as you raised your arms up, calling him to hold you, to kiss you more because you couldn't get over how his mouth felt on yours.

And to take you, to guide you on what's about to happen.

Chan held your hand and kissed your palm, holding it on his cheek. You felt the warmth of his smooth skin, his other hand intertwined with yours as he smiled, a deep dimple blooming on his cheek.

“You're mine sweetheart.” He leaned down and softly but commandingly growled in your ear that made goosebumps pebble your skin.

“I've only wanted the best for you, to only see you smiling and happy, I didn't want to ruin us, that's why I didn't tell you how I felt.” He kissed the spot below your ear as he continued his confession that made you hitch a breath.

“But now, I will never be able to let you go.”

The dominance coating his voice sent a shiver, anticipation and thrill down your spine, as if your body knew to whom it should respond to all along. Chan's lips brushed over the line of your jaw then made its way down your neck, his mouth deeply sunk into your skin that made a soft moan escape your throat.

He left his mark on what's his.

"Chan..." you breathed out his name, and the way you said it seemed to unravel him further. He groaned softly, his hands sliding around to the front of your shirt, pausing just at the hem, waiting for your permission.

You met his eyes, your breath coming in shallow gasps, and nodded.

That was all he needed. You raised your arms, allowing him to slip your shirt off, the fabric falling to the floor without a second thought. The cool air hit your skin, but it was quickly replaced by the warmth of Chan’s hands as they roamed over your sides, up your waist, and around to your back. His touch was electrifying, every brush of his fingers setting your skin on fire. He couldn’t get enough of you.

"I want to make you feel good," he murmured, his voice raw with need. "Tell me if you want me to stop and I’ll stop anytime."

You shook your head, your fingers gripping the fabric of his hoodie. "Don’t stop," you whispered against his lips. "Please, don’t stop.”

Your hands found the hem of his hoodie, tugging it upwards. He pulled back just enough to allow you to lift it over his head, tossing it aside. His chest was bare now, and the sight of him, all toned muscles, chiseled abs and soft skin that made your breath catch in your throat.

Good God, this man was beyond breathtaking.

You ran your hands over his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palms, and Chan’s eyes fluttered closed, a low groan escaping him as your fingers brushed against his skin. He let you explore his body as he did with yours, his hands moved to your hips, pulling you against him and unclasping your bra with ease.

You could feel the heat building between you, something wet and needy flooding between your legs, the raw intensity of it threatening to consume you. But with Chan, it didn’t feel rushed or overwhelming.

It felt right. Absolutely true.

Chan's hands trailed lower, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts, hesitating for just a moment before pulling them down, his eyes never leaving yours. He tugged it down along with your underwear, you laid exposed and bare under him.

Chan knew at the very instant that he was in heaven.

“Fuck…” he growled in a low voice as he took the time to memorise the sight beneath him.

You were perfect, so fucking perfect and practically glowing for him that he wanted nothing but to give you everything he had in him.

Every ounce of pleasure, every kiss, every breath.

"God, you’re beautiful baby," he whispered, his voice reverent as his lips moved down, his mouth closed over one of the hardened nipples, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak.

You gasped at the sensation, your fingers threading through his hair, your body arching into his touch. Every nerve ending was on fire, the warmth of his mouth sending waves of pleasure crashing over you.

His mouth worked skillfully on your sweet, sensitive nipples, giving both equal amounts of attention, sucking on one as he rolled the other with his forefinger and thumb. Chan’s breath was hot against your body as his mouth moved lower, kissing a trail down your chest and stomach, leaving your skin tingling in his wake.

You couldn't stop your sounds escaping your throat at every single touch. His fingers pressed into the soft flesh of your hips, holding you firmly in place as he made his way lower.

“Chan…” you whispered, your voice breathy, laced with desire.

He paused for a moment, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. The fire of his gaze made your heart skip a beat, a dark hunger brewing behind his warm brown eyes.

He wanted you—he needed you—but he was in no hurry. This wasn’t about rushing, this was about you, about making sure you felt every single moment.

“I want to make you feel good. Tell me if it's too much," he murmured, his voice low and rough but filled with nothing but emotion and tenderness.

“Yes, I'm okay,” you said moaning softly, your breath catching in your throat as he slowly spread your legs wider, positioning himself between them.

His gaze never wavered, his dark eyes filled with a kind of raw, unrestrained want that made your heart race even faster when his eyes were on your wet heat. Your pussy looked so beautiful and perfect for him, Chan’s heart raced equal anticipation as yours.

"I’ve got you," he whispered against your thigh, his voice soft but full of intensity. "I’ll take care of you, baby. I promise.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you could barely manage a response before his lips pressed on the soft rise of your pubic bone and finally reached your center. You gasped, your body jolting at the sudden surge of pleasure that shot through you.

His tongue flicked against your clit in a slow, teasing rhythm, sending sparks of electricity through every nerve in your body. Your hips bucked involuntarily, a soft moan escaping your lips as his hands gripped your thighs tighter, holding you in place as he continued his slow, torturous assault.

Chan licked and flicked his tongue over your wet walls, spreading the slick folds gently with his tongue, giving himself more access to explore your heaven, which made his cock grow harder.

You squirmed at every stroke of his tongue, sending you higher, moans filling the room as you lost yourself in the overwhelming sensation of it all.

Your fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer as your hips moved against his mouth, desperate for more.

"Chan... please..." you gasped, your voice breathless, trembling. You didn’t even know what you were asking for—only that you needed more, that the pleasure was building so quickly, that you thought you might fall apart right there under the warmth of his mouth.

"You’re so fucking amazing baby," he murmured between strokes, his voice raw with love and lust. "So fucking sweet... I could do this all night.”

His words sent a fresh wave of heat crashing over you, and you moaned louder, your body trembling uncontrollably as he continued his relentless assault.

"Has anyone ever made you feel this way?" He sucked your tender clit like a man starving that got you to buck your hips up, grinding his face.

"Do you like my mouth eating this sweet pussy of yours?" Chan's fingers caressed your soft thighs before he nipped your skin. His words felt filthy—words you thought you'd never hear from him—but the way he said them made you tremble.

The heat of his breath against your most sensitive part, combined with the skill of his mouth and tongue, had you completely at his mercy. He was relentless, alternating between gentle licks and hard, precise strokes, building you up to the point where you were almost sobbing with need.

"No... no one..." you finally managed to choke out, your voice barely audible between gasps. "Only you, Chan.”

"That’s right. No one’s ever going to make you feel this good," Chan growled, his voice low and husky with desire. He looked up at you briefly, his eyes dark and wild.

“I want you to remember this. I want you to remember how good my mouth feels when you’re coming for me.”

His fingers, still gentle on your thighs, now slipped higher, tracing the wetness that coated your folds. The moment you felt his fingers teasing your entrance, your entire body tensed, pleasure building to a fever pitch.

"Chan... I can’t—" Your voice was breathless, ragged as you writhed beneath him,.

“Yes you can, baby. Don't be scared, I will make it good for you,” he whispered, pressing one finger inside you while his mouth worked you mercilessly.

He slid it in slowly inch by inch, being careful not to hurt you but you were so wet and aroused, you could only feel the pleasure he was giving you.

His finger moved inside you with just the right amount of pressure, the combination of his mouth sent you to the edge as you arched your back for him, your hands grabbing the sheets till your knuckles turned white.

He gently added another and when they curled inside you, finding that sweet perfect spot, it made stars burst behind your eyes.

Your hips bucked uncontrollably as the tingles that built up hit you hard and fast, you cried out his name, your orgasm tearing through you like a storm. The pressure of it was almost too much, and you shuddered beneath him, gasping for air as your body convulsed with wave after wave of pleasure.

"That’s it," Chan growled, his mouth still working you through your high as his fingers moved inside you, drawing out every last bit of it. "Such a good girl...”

When you finally came down from the high, your body still trembling, Chan lifted his head, his dark eyes filled with a kind of raw satisfaction as he watched you, withdrawing his digits, his lips glistening with your release.

"You’re fucking incredible," he murmured, his voice low and rough as he mapped his way back up your body, his hands roaming all over you. "You did so good for me baby."

You were still catching your breath, your heart racing as you looked up at him, your eyes filled with a kind of awe at the way he had just unraveled you completely.

You pulled him, whispering his name until his body was pressed against yours. You could feel the hardness of his cock against your thigh, and the realization of what was about to happen sent another wave of heat rushing through you.

Chan cradled your face so gently, like you were something very fragile, he smiled and let out a soft, shaky breath, his forehead resting against yours for a moment as he closed his eyes, trying to steady himself.

"I’ll go slow," he whispered, his voice low as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. "Tell me if it hurts, okay?”

You swallowed hard and watched him as he pulled back to discard his shorts and boxers and you finally saw what was confined behind those pieces of fabric.

Could he fit inside you?

Your mind raced as your eyes never left the sight of his cock. Long and proudly hard, the soft tip leaking pre cum, you felt your heart pound in your throat.

Chan chuckled deeply, the sound making you tear your eyes off him and look at his face. Your face flushed instantly and he leaned down, placing his hands on the pillow on either side of your head.

“Ready?” His eyes searched yours for any sign of hesitation. Despite the fire burning between you, he was still so gentle, so careful with you, and it made your heart ache with how much he cared.

You nodded, your hand reaching up to cup his face. “Yeah, I'm ready for you.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. Chan kissed you deeply, his lips soft but demanding as he pressed his body against yours, his hands sliding down to grip your waist.

He pulled back and positioned himself at your entrance, stroking his cock over the wetness of your pussy that made adrenaline rush like a wildlife over you both, and with a sharp inhale, he slowly began to push inside.

The stretch was intense, but not painful. More like a slow, sweet burn that had you gasping, your nails digging into his shoulders as he filled you inch by inch.

Your breath caught in your throat as your body accommodated to the fullness, the sensation of him inside you unlike anything you had ever felt before. It was overwhelming, but in the best possible way.

Chan groaned, his breath hot as he buried his face against your neck, pushing himself completely inside you, his body trembling with the effort to hold himself back.

“So fucking tight…” he growled through gritted teeth, his voice rough with need as he paused, giving you time to adjust to his size.

When you finally nodded, giving him the go-ahead to move, Chan let out a shaky breath and began to thrust, slow and gentle at first, his hips moving in a steady rhythm that had you moaning beneath him.

"You feel so good fuck," he groaned again, his hips picking up speed as he buried his face in your neck, his breath ragged against your skin. "I can’t get enough of you.”

Both of you were lost in the sensation of it all, the feel of him moving inside you, the way his body pressed against yours, the way his hands gripped your hips like he never wanted to let you go.

Now you realized what the internet meant that sex with the right person is the best thing you'll ever experience.

This is what making love feels like. Perfect, sweet and mind-blowingly intoxicating.

Every movement of him sent a fresh wave of pleasure through your body, the friction between you driving you both closer to the edge. You held onto him tighter, almost wanting to mold into him, who whispered the most soothing and filthy words into your ear.

“Y’know for how long,”—thrust—“I've been wanting this baby?” He growled, his voice rumbling in his chest. “To fuck your pussy,”—thrust—“to feel how tight it'll be f’me?”

Your head fell back against the pillows as he tore moan after moan from your throat, the noises of you both bouncing off the walls of the room. His movements sped up, grunting lowly, more desperate as he chased his release.

His hand splayed over your tummy, before it slid down to stroke your sensitive clit and that was enough to make the balls of tingles in the base of your spine build faster, making you reach the depth of your high.

“Chan, I…I'm close,” you gasped, your voice barely audible as your fingers dug into his back, holding him closer.

“Me too, baby,” he groaned, his pace quickening, his thrusts growing harder, hitting your sweet spots over and over again. “But I'm not gonna,” his voice went deep, “I'm not gonna come inside you.”

Your eyes widened, mouth falling open as you tried to catch a breath and threaded your fingers through his damp hair.

“Please come,” you breathed that made Chan slow his pace just a bit, his brows knitting together. “Please come in me.”

“Baby,” His fingers brushed over your flushed cheeks and you clenched around him that made him hiss and grit his teeth.

“I want it, Chris. Please,” you whimpered and that drove him feral when you called him Chris.

His hips slammed into yours harder and deeper, his restraints snapping, that made your breasts bounce back and forth before he hit that spot that made you shatter along with him.

His cum spilled in you just as your orgasm crashed over you, the intimacy of you both coming together for the first time during your first time sent you to the ends of ecstasy.

Chan collapsed over you, but was careful to not crush you beneath his huge body and pulled out of you when the continuous twitching of his cock slowed. You could feel the spilled warmth of his cum seeping out of your hole with every breath you took, your gaze never leaving his.

The post sex bliss began setting when Chan rolled over and fell next to you on the bed, pulling you flush against his chest.

You sank into his sweat slicked body, letting the scent of him engulf your senses as you draped an arm and leg over his body.

Your eyes fluttered close before you opened it again to gaze up at him, your thumb tracing the line of his sharp jaw.

“Channie…” you whispered, and he looked at you with a content smile you've never seen on him before.

“Hmm?” He hummed, his hand lightly squeezing your waist.

“Does this make you my boyfriend now?”

Feelings were confessed, through words and intimacy, but in the quiet aftermath, with nothing but the sound of your steady breaths filling the space, the weight of what happened in the past hours all truly settled in.

It wasn’t just the heat of the moment anymore. It wasn’t just something left unspoken between shared glances and playful teasing.

It was real, undeniable in the way your bodies remained tangled together, in the way your hearts beat in sync, in the way neither of you could bring yourselves to let go.

Chan let out a quiet chuckle, dipping his head so his nose brushed against yours. "I think I’ve been yours for a long time now. Didn't I say it as well?" he murmured.

You're mine sweetheart.

You had always known Chan was special to you, but hearing it, having him confirm what your heart had suspected all along, made your throat tighten with unspoken emotions.

"So… officially my boyfriend now?" You teased, though your voice wavered slightly, betraying the weight of the question.

Chan tilted his head, studying you with a fond smile before pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. "Yeah, baby. I'm officially yours.”

A small laugh escaped you as you nuzzled closer, your fingers tracing absentminded patterns over his bare chest.

His arms tightened around you, a gentle squeeze that sent shivers down your spine. "I just… I wanna do this right," he spoke, breaking the silence, voice hushed yet resolute.

“I meant what I said earlier. I don’t want this to be just a moment because you thought you should do it or because it's me. I want you, in every way, I always did. And not just tonight, not just in this bed, but every damn day after.”

Your breath hitched as you stared up at him, your heart drumming wildly against your ribs. It wasn’t just the weight of his words, it was the way he looked at you, as if you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

"You've always made me feel safe and loved Channie," you whispered, fingers curling into his as you laced them together.

“You were my best friend and now you already are becoming the best boyfriend.”

His eyes softened, filled with something deeper than fondness, fingers tightening around yours as he pulled you even closer.

“I’m gonna spend every day proving that to you,” he murmured, his lips brushing the top of your head. “You deserve nothing less.”

It had always been Chan. Your best friend, your safe place, your anchor in the storm. And now, he was your person in a way you had never dared to imagine before tonight.

“I love you, Channie.” The words left you before you could second-guess them, before fear could creep in and make you hesitate. They weren’t new, not really. You had loved him for so long in so many other ways, but this time, it was different.

Chan’s lips parted, his eyes widening slightly before the softest, most radiant smile stretched across his face. His hand came up, fingertips ghosting along your cheek, memorizing the moment.

“Say it again,” he whispered.

You let out a quiet laugh, warmth pooling in your chest. “I love you.”

His breath left him in a shaky exhale before he surged forward, capturing your lips in a kiss so full of devotion. When he pulled away, he pressed his forehead on yours.

“I love you too.”

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oceantornadoo · 28 days ago

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best friend johnny x first time on leave out of base getting to be loud and rough? pls? 🥹

best friend!johnny mactavish x f!reader dubcon somno SMUT unedited

someone’s knocking on your door. loudly.

you stumble over the blankets you’re cocooned in, then sigh when you look through the peephole. a bloody mohawk is behind it.

“bonnie.” soap gives you his signature smirk, magnified by the fish eye of your peephole. you pull back, not bothering to fix the pillow crease on your face or change from the pajamas you're wearing, and unlock the door. "i didn't know you were in town, johnny." you say by way of greeting, scanning the dark jeans that, despite being straight cut, cling to his thighs and the t-shirt that seems molded to his pecs, brown chest hair struggling to not peek out.

johnny shrugs, pushing past the door and into your entry way. you didn't realize he knew where you lived, but he looks oddly comfortable in the space. he toes off his shoes without asking before barging inward, taking in every detail.

you take it in with him. the cocoon you'd built for yourself on the couch, steam escaping from the fresh cup of tea you'd just brewed. a mindless sitcom playing on the TV, the sporadic laugh track cutting through the silence. when you get home after a mission, even a less brutal one, you crave that sense of normalcy in sitcoms. family drama and sibling pranks, the inevitable kiss and make up at the end of every thirty-minute episode. johnny's opened your damn fridge, only containing leftovers from last night's takeout and a bottle of wine you picked up from the corner store. he's oddly silent, no jabbering in your ear as he closes the fridge and roams to your bedroom and bathroom. you feel incredibly lucky to have recently moved into a one room apartment - if your old roommates had seen such a specimen of a man enter your space, they would've pounced instantly.

"nice place." he finally emerges from your bedroom, the silhouette of something in his jean pocket taking too much brain power for you to process. "thanks. i haven't had time to decorate. i thought you were going to glasgow?" he'd said something about going home during exfil and you'd listened halfheartedly, trying to fight the adrenaline crash but eventually leaning your head on his shoulder as the heli rocked you to sleep. wasn't glasgow home?

johnny doesn't answer, bullheaded as he is. simply stands in front of you, dark blue eyes wide as they take in how you look after a goodnight's rest. sleepy and cottonheaded and comfy, content to rot the day away. he takes one step, then another, before murmuring "c'mere." you go willingly, letting him tuck you under his chin as he wraps his arms around you, blanket and all. you suck in his familiar scent of man and pine and soap, a bit cleaner than his usual sweat-stained musk. "i don't remember giving you my new address." you murmur into his shirt. "ye left out a letter from yer new landlord, hen. practically invited me righ' in." he's talking about the letter in your temporary quarters, alone, but you don't argue.

"i'm too tired to do anything, if that's what you're here for." you say half-heartedly, one last line of defense before he sinks his claws into the only space you have without him. johnny-less, no heady scent or clothes left out to remind you of the contradiction that is your best friend. "let's watch yer show. dinnae mind if i finish yer leftovers, doe?"

and that's how you fall asleep: feet in johnny's lap as you watch your show, ignoring how his blunt nails sneak under your sweats to scratch your calves. he says little quips about the show that make you snort, burrowing further into your cocoon as warmth and safety envelop you. rain pelts the windows and johnny makes no move to leave, even when the hour gets late and your eyes flutter in an attempt to stay awake.

you wake syrup slow, a gigantic weight pinning you to the couch. he's mouthing at your neck and it tickles, but when you try to bat him away, you find your arm too heavy to move. "johnny..." you whimper. that's when you take stock of the wetness between your thighs, nimble fingers stroking your clit and working your hole open. it's utterly relaxing, your brain still dreaming, so you moan when he hits a certain spot. your limbs are so loose that the dots connect - you came while you were sleeping. "louder, hen. we're nae in a tent." he orders into your neck, pressing hard onto your clit. you shriek at the sudden stimulation and he laughs, the vibrations going straight to your core. he does it again and again, knowing your body better than you. when he plunges in a third finger and crooks it just so, finding that spot inside, air rushes out in a woosh as you keen. "pretty sounds, pretty girl." he praises you as your second orgasm washes over, body sinking into the couch.

"am nae gonna last, bonnie." he admits as you hear a zipper squeak, the rustling of denim against blankets. the fingers in you pull out and you whine at the loss. "ah ken, baby. one sec, let me jus-" he taps against your sopping hole, a warning, before pushing into the heat of your legs. your hips buck up, helping him in, as you search for his lips. you find the nape of his neck and tug until his face is above yours, no longer hidden. "why aren't you in glasgow?" the question has been bugging you, unsure if this is just a pitstop or entertainment while his flight gets delayed. he's your best friend, sure, but you're worried this has become a transaction in his claims of "no rules, just us." it irks you, to think you've lost your role as a friend because you opened your legs.

"nae. said ah was goin' home." he punctuates it with his first full thrust. you gasp, not sure if its at his words or the oh-so-right fit of his cock in your cunt. "oh. i-fuck, johnny. is this-" he cuts you off with a kiss, messy and wet as he licks into your mouth. "dinnae ask questions ye ken th' answer to, bon." he says like a promise, working himself into you as he finds a good rhythm. all you can do is whine and moan, months of having to keep quiet bubbling over the surface as you melt into him. he was right- it doesn't take long. you're pliable from your orgasms, content to let him use you until he comes, warmth spilling from your thighs. he doesn't pull out, instead collapsing into you with his head in the crook of your neck like before.

you squirm at the stickiness between your thighs, but he just clucks his tongue at you like you imagine he would to a farm animal. "'m tryin' to sleep. be good." you sigh and resign yourself to sleep, yet again under the spell that is your best friend, john mactavish.

more best friend!johnny here!

this ask is literally from months ago, my bad!!!!!!!

pov got ghosted so im diving into writing again.

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lilithandherharlots · 2 years ago

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Too shy to tell you

miguel o’hara x fem!reader

Miguel hides your heals in hopes of making you forget you ever owned a pair...he confesses about his theft during a hot and heavy night of sex.

Warnings: This might be interpreted as possessive or an unhealthy bond. Though its supposed to be just a very shy and respectful Miguel who let's loose during sex.:]

Authors note: I am not a writer!! This is my first time righting fanfic.. like.. ever!!! So don't attack me. Though honest, constructive criticism is something that I would love to hear. Sorry if there are spelling mistakes. Also, I don't know how to put proper description..... enjoy!!!!

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"Miggy?" I call out to my boyfriend who's currently towering over the coffee machine, waiting for it to brew.

"Yes, my love?" He responds with a look over his shoulder.

"Have you seen my black pointed heals? I can't seem to find them."

"No. Have you checked by the door?" He was lying.

He was lying. He was lying, and he didn't feel bad about it. The truth was he had stuffed them in the highest cupboard of the laundry room. He knew you couldn't reach it. He liked it that way. He couldn't let you open it since he had stuffed at least 4 pairs of heals in there.

"No miggy, they aren't here." You say after checking everywhere by the front door.

"Idk what to say, baby... we have to leave soon. Just throw on a different pair and I'll buy you some new ones later."

He was a liar... and he was damn good at it... until he wasn't.

:::

It was 2am. This insanity started hours ago, but Miguel's stamina wouldn't let down. Your soft moans could fuel him till sun rise, and he would love to do this forever. But unlike him, you have limits. Limits to your ability to stay strong, or at least keep yourself up right. But he doesn't really care. Your begs for a break won't succeed with a constantly starving man like him.

"One more round, please baby... please. I need you." His desperate begs caress your tear stained cheeks as he whispers them softly, leaning over you and filling you with sloppy thrust.

"Miguel- please.. It's too much.." You whine as you try to pull away, gripping desperately onto the sheets.

"Last one.... I promise..." he lies.

He said the same thing the last 4 rounds. If he could have it his way he'd continue. But he knew you couldn't keep going for much longer, so he used this opportunity to tell you what he couldn't bring himself to say otherwise.

"I lied..." he confesses. Watching your tits bounce with every rough trust, keeping himself busy while you tried to form a reply. It took you a while, but you managed to let out a soft hum, waiting for him to explain himself further.

"I took them. Your heels.. I fucking hate those things.." he thrust get faster as he says it. Hoping to make your brain foggy enough to not remember his confessions in the morning.

"I like your height, so why do you wear those weird things?" His heart felt lighter as he told you.

"I like that your height forces you to get on your tippy toes every time you want a kiss from me.. and even then, I have to bend over to reach you.... I like that you rely on me to reach those high shelves. Every time you ask me, you grow as red as a rose...."

You can feel his movements speed up. You can barely hear him... your mind fuzzy from pleasure. Lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin felt like white noise at this point. The dim shadow of his frame covering you completely.

"You're so small under me.. your body falls any way I bend it..." At his point, he was just speaking the first thing to cross his mind.

You didn't hear him, and he knew it. Seconds later, you feel his weight shift, the mattress by your head sinking under his heavy hand as he leaned in and whispered.

"Please don't take that away from me."

His words were demanding. He felt exactly what he said. Even though your eyes were shut tight, you knew his eyes were locked on you. His breath heavy, as if he just confessed a dirty secret. He kinda did...

"Promise me.... Promise me you won't wear them and I'll help you cum."

As tired as you were. You wanted it. You needed it. You needed him. So you give in.

"F-fine... I promise."

"You promise what?" He smirked hearing your whiney voice.

"I promise I won't wear the heels!!"

The pleasure he got from you saying that was immense. He shifted his weight once more as he changed your position like a marionette doll. Spreading your legs apart. His hands wrapped around your thighs, and his claws dug into your skin. The stinging pain of it was a wake-up call, causing you to gasp for air.

This position caused him to go deeper. The sticky mess from your previous rounds was being pushed out of your aching hole. The sound of his hips hitting your ass grew louder with every precise thrust. They got louder and louder until they stopped. Your thighs had clenched closed as you hit that high you were chasing. And you took him with you. Tightening around his pulsing cock in a way that made him fill you to the brim once more.

He watched your body shake. Your hips jerking forward. He would usually take that as his sign to keep going, but your fucked out face was telling him you couldn't take another thrust.

"You did great my love..... my little angel~" He cooed gentle praises as he rubbed your claw marked thighs.

"I'll buy you the cutest flats."

:::

A thing he didn't know.. is that you lied, too. His secret cupboard was emptied, and your heal collection was restored... and yes.. he pouted in silence.

The end

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velmalav · 1 month ago

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The Giver - Frank Langdon pt. VI

masterlist

day one // night one // day two // night two // day three

synopsis: being the selfless person you are, you agree to travel to a 3-day conference with your biggest competition - dr. langdon. sixth and final part.

excited to be wrapping this one up! I'm open to requests for Langdon, Robby, and Santos!

warnings: 18+ SMUT, cursing, oops there's only one bed, enemies to lovers

night three - f.l.

Animosity is a strange thing. Sometimes, it’s white hot, clarity driven. Other times, passive, indirect aggression. And so much more in between that. One minute, you can be singing praises about someone, the next screaming at each other over something as simple as which kind of bread to get at the store. Or, in my case, stomping on a fellow intern’s foot only for four years of resentment to dissipate into him feeling me up in an elevator.

This lust between us has been brewing for days. Every moment, big or small, imprinted in my mind as permanent as the laws of gravity. Without realizing, I’d been wanting this for longer than I’ve allowed myself to believe. On the walk home, all I could think about was Langdon’s hands, but now I’m thinking about everything all at once.

His mouth is on my neck, hands on my hips. Don’t get me wrong, it feels good, but there’s something bothering me. After so much time for this kind of contemplation at the conference, it’s frustrating to be having this problem now. I stare up at the ceiling of the elevator, tracing patterns on the marble, trying to bring myself back down to reality. I should be relishing this. I should be letting it all go.

“You okay?” I turn my face down. Langdon’s staring at me, eyes full of concern. A look I’ve seen many times, but never because of me.

I bow my eyebrows and then nod quickly. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

His concern deepens, palm pressed against the elevator behind me, his other still resting on my waist. “Bullshit, what is it?”

There’s a flicker of panic that shoots through me. I feel like I’m interrupting a long-awaited moment, and I can’t even identify why. The thoughts are so loud and he’s studying me too hard. I break eye contact, shaking my head.

“I don’t know,” I murmur, pushing the hair from my eyes. “I just can’t shut my brain off. Something feels wrong.”

Langdon drops his head for a moment. Contemplating. When he looks back up, his concerned expression remains, but something else lingers there. “You know, we don’t have to do this. If you’re uncomfortable or having doubts.”

“I know,” I say simply, finally looking at him. Really looking at him. Before either of us can say anything else, the elevator door opens to our floor. Silently, we walk to the room and enter, a heaviness loitering in the air.

Langdon takes his suit jacket off, tossing it on the tv stand. I sit at the edge of the bed, fidgeting with the rings on my fingers. “This whole trip, I don’t think we’ve had one honest conversation.”

Taking off his bracelets, he huffs out what sounds like a laugh. “If you don’t count the brutally honest talk we had last night.”

“Did you mean what you said about me?”

It’s not a question I’d been actively stirring over, but I didn’t realize how much it’s been weighing on me until now. Every syllable still swimming around in my mind, Because all you’ve ever done is think about yourself, and it’s just fucking gross.

“I was feeling so shitty that night, I don’t even really remember what I said,” he murmurs, and though his bracelets are free from his wrist, he continues to stare down at them. Shame laces his voice.

“You…you called me selfish,” every word feels painful to say. Too vulnerable to especially say to him. “You actually said I was so selfish it disgusted you.”

Langdon glances at me, blinking. I don’t know what my face is telling him, and it scares me. But I have realized why this all feels wrong. This is new territory for both of us. We aren’t playing games anymore, this is real. Every experience with each other up until this point has been either conflict or teasing, neither of which involves connecting on a deep level.

“Well, I don’t think that,” he says. “I’ve never thought that. It’s actually more of the opposite.”

“Then why did you even say it?”

“To hurt you,” his voice is just above a whisper now, and I can tell this conversation is hard for him, too. He doesn’t strike me as the kind of person to talk things out, just avoid and bottle and keep trekking. Or at least that’s all I’ve seen these past few years. “I was jealous, yeah. And pissed about not waking me up. But it was more than that for me.”

I swallow hard. Langdon tosses the bracelets in the same place as his suit jacket and takes a seat beside me. Our thighs and shoulders touch. He clasps his hands in between his knees, then rejoins our eyes.

“Ever since I got in trouble, my confidence has been…” he searches in my eyes for the words but gives up. “I don’t know. And ever since we got here, I’ve just been reminded of it over and over. The people, the pamphlets, the talks about patient care. You.”

Taken aback, I fumble for words, “You…m-me?”

Langdon nods. He seems…sad. As vulnerable as I’ve ever seen him.

“For as long as I’ve known you, I’ve felt like I’ve had to prove myself a lot more,” he breathes, shifting uncomfortably. “You’re good. With the medicine, with the patients, with our coworkers. I said ‘brutally honest’ about our fight not because I was being honest. What you said, about you having what I don’t, you were right. And instead of learning from you, I’ve been trying to tear you down.”

The confession is not what I expected from this conversation at all. I said what I did to hurt him, too, and that’s it. Up until now, I didn’t think I had the capability to truly rattle him. Langdon’s always seemed so resilient, confident. Like a brick wall.

I gingerly rest my hand on his thigh. “You’re a good doctor, Frank. I’ve spent the entire four years I’ve known you trying to keep up with you. Because…I thought I was the one who needed to prove myself.”

He searches in my eyes for something. Maybe for honesty, maybe for the reassurance I’m trying to show in my words. “So you’re telling me we’ve both had it out for each other for the same reason.”

The tension in the room shifts into something lighter. Our eyes both brighten just a little. “I guess so,” I reply, fighting back a smile.

Langdon breaks first, a strained laugh leaving his mouth before he can stop it. And then I’m laughing, too. We sit there, giggling like school children for God knows how long, leaning into each other’s shoulders. Until we have tears in our eyes, faces bright red.

“This is ridiculous,” I finally say, wiping the tears before they can fall. “And kind of pathetic.”

“And don’t forget it took four fucking years,” Langdon responds, and we both double over again, feeling a little loopy at this point.

Once the moment dies down, we remain there, both in our own heads. I feel steadier now, comforted now that I know my nemesis turned out to be one of the only people who understands the frustration and insecurity I’ve felt this whole time. Resting my head on his shoulder, I intertwine our fingers, feeling the calmness between us. This is the real truce, the burst of solace I now know we’ve both been craving.

“Why did you volunteer to come with me?” Langdon suddenly asks, head resting on mine. “I know it wasn’t for this.”

“Definitely not,” I laugh. I feel his chest rumble against me, and it brings comfort. “I felt bad no one else wanted to. It was a self-sacrifice type of thing.”

“Noble of you,” he jokes, turning his head to put his lips on my forehead.

“Yeah, so please never call me selfish again. I’m the reason this happened,” I bite back, the words laced with amusement. Langdon laughs again, and it makes me realize I like making him laugh.

“You know I really didn’t mean that, right? As frustrating as you can be, I’ve always known you’ll put anything and everything before yourself,” he whispers against my hair. “I always thought if I was ever forced to say something nice about you at work, that’s what I’d say.”

I sit up at that to see his face, confused. “When would you ever need to do that?”

“Oh, c’mon. We were two shifts away from being forced into a mediation exercise. Had to come prepared,” Langdon says, as if that’s not an insane thing to think. It reminds me of myself, of all the conspiracies about him and our games I’ve made up.

“You’re insane,” I say, my grin showing him it’s not a dig.

“Insanely hot, maybe,” he quips without hesitation. “Or at least you think so.”

Fighting back the urge not to fall into familiarity and argue with him for the sake of arguing, I instead lean towards him, inches from his face, “Yeah, I do.”

Langdon smiles so wide it reaches his eyes. For once, I backed down willingly. His response is to close the space between us, hand running through my hair immediately. I giggle against his mouth, moving until I’m straddling his lap. Cupping his cheeks in my hands, I deepen the kiss.

Now that we’ve settled our differences, the nagging feeling I had earlier has evaporated. I allow myself to let go, to let Langdon take whatever he wants from me. For the first time, I’m okay with him calling the shots as long as his hands are on me. I trust him.

He grabs hold of my arms and lifts them so he can slide off my blouse, our mouths only separating in the time it takes for us both to remove our tops. Then my arms are thrown around his shoulders, fingers making impressions on his shoulder blades. It’s like I’m studying every part of him I can as if he’s going to evaporate, too.

Langdon relocates his mouth from mine down my throat, stopping in the space where my neck meets my shoulder. Sucking and nipping, leaving marks wherever he can. I tilt my head back, lips parted, imagining all the other places he can touch me like this.

I interrupt him by pushing my weight onto him until he’s flush against the bed. It’s like a choreographed dance the way flips me so I’m the one on my back, calculated and effortless. He slips my skirt off, leaving me only in my bra and panties.

“You’re fast,” I’m breathless, tracing the fresh bruises on my neck as I stare down at him.

As a way of responding, Langdon smirks before he plants his lips just below my sternum. He peppers them lower, lower, until he reaches my panties. He makes sure to keep our eyes locked as he takes them off. Despite how lewd this is, his stare adds a layer of vulnerability I wasn’t prepared for. It’s like he can see right through me.

I feel the need to say something to squirm from this feeling, but before I can find the words, he’s buried between my legs, lips surrounding my clit. Suddenly there are no words, just bliss muddying my vision. Langdon sucks, tongue finding a rhythm as I fall back onto the bed, moan ripping out of my throat. “Shit,” I breathe, fingers locking into his hair.

He hums into me and then pulls back. “I want you to look at me,” he utters matter-of-factly. I prop myself on my elbows to see his eyes boring into me, mouth hovering just above my clit. I give him a very unconfident nod.

As soon as he makes contact again, I fight to stay upright. But the way he looks at me is so intense that I stay put. I focus on the strand of hair framing his forehead until another wave of pleasure hits me and my head is tilted back to the ceiling. “Fuck, just like that.”

Langdon places one hand on my hip to hold me down as I squirm around him. He makes a point by using his other hand to grab mine and relocate it back into his hair. He must be into that, then.

With newfound confidence, I wrap my fingers in his hair and tug in the same way I do the bed sheets. He moans into me, and it feels so good I can’t help the string of curses that leave my mouth. Just when I think I’m on the brink, Langdon slides two fingers in as he makes work of my clit, and I completely lose my grip, falling back onto the bed and straight into my high.

“I’m cu—” I can’t even get it out, legs trembling, body writhing. There’s no point in trying to hold back the ridiculously dirty moans I’ve been stifling, so I let them go as I ride it out.

Breathing hard, I slowly start to return to reality. Langdon climbs up to kiss me hard, tongue dominating mine, and I can taste myself on him. He pulls back to lick his lips, sliding his thumb past my lips. “I didn’t get to see your face,” he murmurs, eyes flickering from my eyes to my lips. “I need to see it this time.”

“Okay,” I reply, grazing my teeth on the tip of his thumb. The corner of his mouth twitches at the sight of me nipping at him. “God, you’re so fucking hot.”

I hum in response, unbuckling his belt without breaking eye contact. Once he’s undressed, he reaches underneath my back to unclasp my bra and chucks it somewhere on the floor. We stare at each other, fully naked, faces flushed, eyes needy. “I’ve been waiting long enough,” I whisper, tracing patterns down his throat, reveling in the ridges and slopes I feel beneath my fingers.

“Impatient,” Langdon huffs, sloping down to bite just above my left breast. I gasp, smacking the side of his head. He laughs. God, I love the sound of it.

He grabs the condom he fished out of his pants moments before and tears it open with his teeth. To make a point, I watch his every move, hoping he can feel my eyes on him. Then he’s lining himself up, one hand above my head, and just before he pushes himself inside, his eyes flicker to mine.

Our moans harmonize as he begins to thrust, and I notice he’s finding it hard now not to break eye contact. Eyes half-lidded, full of want, but fighting to stay open. I wind a finger around his one strand, yanking it gently to tug him closer. His hot breath mingles with mine, moans growing louder as he picks up his pace. “Fuck, I’m so wet for you,” I rasp out in between moans.

“Shit,” Langdon growls, nose tapping mine in rhythm to match his pace. Beads of sweat glisten at his hairline, his lip between his teeth. “I’ve thought about having you like this so many times – fuck – you don’t even know.”

Every word he says just makes me more crazed, my moans slurring into whimpers. He slows his pace, but his thrusts become harder, his stare becoming more concentrated. He watches every subtly on my face, every shift at his movements, as if he’s studying for some kind of test. Fingers materialize on my clit, causing me to throw my head back with a gasp.

“Oh my god,” I hiss. Langdon pushes into me faster, and faster, and then his hand is gripping my chin and tugging it towards him.

“Look at me,” he commands softly, thumb resting on my chin.

Ecstasy begins to fog my vision again, but I force it down to stay focused on him. He murmurs praises as I keep eye contact, which just gets me worked up even more. “Doing so good,” he says, tracing my jaw. Then his mouth is on mine again. It’s feverish and sloppy.

Choking down moans, I lean into the kiss. I can tell he’s holding back, too, and then all of the focus starts to fade and we’re just there, fumbling to get as close as possible, movements becoming careless and frantic. All of the holding back is gone; we’re moaning and cussing and gnashing teeth, not a single care in the world.

I feel myself approaching the edge, head twitching back on the bed. I reopen my eyes to lock back onto Langdon’s, and if the circles on my clit and the ridiculously fast pacing of his thrusts weren’t enough to do it, the defenseless look in his eyes sends me into my orgasm like a tidal wave. I cry out his name, my walls clenching around him, and I manage to do the one thing he asked of me; keep my eyes directly on his.

And that’s what ultimately unravels him. He lets out a grunt, whimpers my name, and lets go. We ride it out together, his thrusts slowing down, but through it all, we never break eye contact. It’s intimate, the most intimate moment I’ve ever shared with anyone. And of all people – Langdon.

Once we’ve both come down, he collapses beside me, shoulder to shoulder. He’s quick to grab my hand, placing a soft kiss on it and then resting it on my chest. I graze the sweaty skin with my finger, gazing over at him.

There are no words to describe what I feel when I look at him. He’s like an old painting, lines messy and haphazard, but comes together to be something beautiful. Hard to believe I’ve ever not seen him like this.

“How did we take so long to figure it out?” it’s almost as if he’s read my mind.

“No idea,” I murmur, brushing the strands of hair from his forehead. Langdon leans into my touch, softly, expression much of the same. “But I’m glad we did.”

I roll toward him so we’re both on our sides, facing each other. This moment, this feeling, I want it to keep going forever. It’s what I’ve been chasing. There’s a prodding fear that it can’t possibly last forever, but I push the thought away. Because we’re here now. Black sky out the window fading into an early morning, grey, bed sheets ruffled beneath us, the docile understanding between us, the smooth skin under my fingertips.

“You’re so beautiful,” Langdon whispers, kissing my hand as it pulls from his hair. He grabs it, fiddling with my fingers, and then jerks my entire arm so I’m right up against him. He kisses me, one, twice, then three times.

“I could get used to this,” I joke into his mouth, earning yet another wonderful laugh from him. “Much better than the constant bickering and tension we’re used to.”

He smiles, pecking my lips again. “I agree. We’ll make sure the next time we argue, we save that tension for the bedroom.”

I laugh, nudging his shoulder. “You know it’s a foolproof plan,” he adds.

“Whatever you say,” I concede.

Langdon fidgets with the necklace around my throat with a look on his face I’m all too familiar with. “You know, I’m already missing our games a little. It was kinda hot.”

“They’ll be back. Give it a couple shifts,” I deadpan, but my eyes are full of amusement.

“Good, because I’m already imagining all the super-hot hate sex we’re gonna have.”

“I’ll be counting on that.”

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pimosworld · 1 year ago

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Hi it’s me!! Since you are open to requests, could you please do a very fluffy smut with Joel where the reader is very insecure about her body and he makes her feel loved and it’s just so sweet?? In need of a comfort daddy Joel 🥺

Pairing- Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary- Joel wants you to see your body the way he does, a work of art.

CW-18+, MDNI, NSFW, A smidge of angst because (body image issues), Fluff,miscommunication, reader is not described other than not feeling herself lately, Soft dom Joel, smut, body worship, mirror sex, fingering, unprotected piv, cream pie, self acceptance, no use of y/n

WC-2.0k

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A\N- My first Joel request and I would say I was feeling inspired by some body issues I’ve had lately. Thank you anon for this lovely request I hope I did it justice.

Clothing optional

There was a war going on in your house. Two separate wars to be exact, although you personally had no idea about one of them.

You’re currently on the frontlines in your room with a pile of mass casualties on the floor beside you. As you stand and face the mirror in front of you it’s unclear who the enemy is. Logic would have you believe it’s the clothes, the clothes that fit not long ago…that much you’re sure of. The cruel part of your brain, the part you couldn’t seem to shut off was telling you the enemy was your body. This body that has carried you through life, through ups and downs, through grief and happiness. Yet you stand here and shame it, calling it the enemy.

This dress, one that you were never really that fond of but could always rely on it fitting was the straw that broke the camel's back. It hugs in all the wrong places and definitely seems shorter than you remembered the last time you put it on. The lace at the seams is frayed a little and you swore you heard a stitch pop when you tried to unzip yourself. Now you’re frozen in fear that you’re stuck in this godforsaken thing and you’ve still not figured out what you’re wearing to impress Joel’s business partners. He was always so put together, what could they possibly think of you by his side.

“Sugar ya in there?” A knock on the bedroom door and Joel’s sweet voice causes you to panic.

You’re not even close to being ready. Tears streaming down your face, makeup ruined and your claustrophobia is aching to get out of this dress.

“Don’t come in.” Your garbled voice is evident all rushed out in a frenzy as you hear the door swing open.

****

The other war.

A war that’s been silently brewing in the house over the last few weeks. Joel noticed something different about you. It took him a lot longer than he’d cared to admit once he realized. He knew your body in and out. Every freckle, every line, every scar or birthmark. He’d made it his mission in life to be able to pick you out of a lineup blindfolded, only tasked with his hands or his mouth.

He was insatiable for you.

He never understood when other men would say that after some time you won’t be as obsessed with each other. After marriage things become monotonous and it feels like a chore. He loved chores, being able to complete a task. If loving you and worshiping your body was a chore then he wanted that duty everyday.

At first he thought he must’ve said or done something to upset you. He knew his mouth could be pretty reckless at times so he gave you a few days to cool off.

When you shy away from him or insisted your shirt stayed on during sex he started to grow suspicious. Maybe he hadn’t told you enough how much he appreciated your body. He thought he did a pretty good job of it but things get complicated when you’re in the heat of the moment. He made your brain go all fuzzy and it was hard to concentrate on what he was sayin’.

He’d had just about had enough when he walked into the kitchen the other day. You were reaching something high up on the shelf. Instead of asking if you needed help he just stood there ogling you as your shorts rode up, exposing the bottom of your ass. He wanted to sink his teeth into it. He wanted to grip your thighs and bend you over the counter. He could just imagine it as he pounded into you from behind while you screamed his name, the ripples from his thrusts dancing across your skin. You looked so startled when you saw him there, his eyes blown black with lust as he stepped towards you. His heart broke a little when you scurried away and returned aggressively wrapping your robe around you.

****

A peace offering.

You knew there was no way he was staying outside at any sign of your distress. He enters your shared bedroom slowly like he’s approaching a frightened animal. You’re sure you look like one in your state.

He’s quite the opposite. Crisp black on black suit, his hair combed back out of his face to show off those beautiful brown eyes. His cologne wafts towards you with hints of bergamot and cedar wood. Just the sight of him has you weak in the knees.

“You wanna tell me what’s got ya all worked up?” He takes a tentative step towards you as you shake your head and wrap your arms around yourself.

He clicks his tongue, hating how defeated you look right now. “Listen sugar, I’m gonna count to ten.” He gently unfurls your arms from you and wraps them around his middle. “And by the time I get to ten.” You take a shuddering breath against his chest relishing in the comfort he’s bringing you. “You’re gonna tell me what’s wrong.”

“One.”

“None of my clothes fit, I hate the way I look right now and I don’t want to embarrass you tonight because I look ridiculous standing next to you in some dress that I hate.” It’s all rushed out and muffled into his chest as he cradles your head and rocks you back and forth.

“Is that all?” He teases as you nod your head. “I’m thinkin’ maybe there’s a little more.”

“Two.”

“Well…the other day.” You let out an exasperated sigh as you look up at him. “You were starin’ at me, in the kitchen. I couldn’t tell what you were thinking, but it didn’t look good.”

He thinks for a moment, back to his thoughts in the kitchen and you must have read him all wrong.

Joel steps back from you briefly as he undoes his tie, letting it drop to the floor. “The other day in the kitchen.” His hands start to work at the buttons on his dress shirt as he shucks it off his broad shoulders. “I wasn’t tryin’ to stare. I was tryin’ to keep my hands to myself.”

Your breathing picks up as he undoes the buckle on his slacks and lets them join the rest of his clothes. He palms himself through his boxers, his hard length growing at the slightest touch.

“Joel, what are you doing?” He doesn’t answer you as his hands grip your shoulders turning you toward the mirror. “We’re gonna be late for the dinner.”

He leans in, taking your earlobe between his teeth as you gasp. “We’re not goin’ to the dinner sweetheart.” Joel’s eyes lock with yours in the mirror as he takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Do ya see how beautiful you are?”

His grip stops you from shaking your head no and you figure you might as well get with the program now, since he’s being so generous.

“You wanna do this your way or my way?” He asks with an eyebrow raised in question.

“Your way?” You shakily answer as he smiles all wide and kisses your cheek.

His hands make quick work of the zipper that was stuck and he eases it down your back. Carefully dragging it down your body, letting the fabric pool at your feet. His hand kneads your breast and soft whimper leaves your lips as it trails down your stomach. “You weren’t plannin on wearin’ any panties to this event?” His fingers dip lower circling your clit just barely teasing you.

“I…I hadn’t gotten around to them yet.” Your voice is shaky as he winds his other arm around you pulling you taught to his chest.

“Well good thing…you won’t be needin’ em tonight.” His words send a shiver down your spine as you stand there, naked as the day you were born trying to stay afloat. “Now, I asked you if you see how beautiful you are?”

“Yes.” You moan out as he slips two fingers inside, chuckling to himself as he works you open.

You cry out at the loss as he pulls them from you, holding them out in front of your face. It’s lewd the way he licks his fingers and his grip on you tightens as your legs threaten to give out at the sight.

“You want me to show ya’ what I was thinkin’ about in the kitchen?” Rhetorical question of course but you're feverishly nodding your head all the same.

He places a soft kiss to your neck as he guides you to the bed. Neither of you trusting your feet to carry you there. “Lay down for me baby girl. Face me.” You lay down on your stomach, resting your head on your arms as you watch him place the mirror near the edge of the bed.

His fingers tug down his boxers and it surprises you every time, the sheer weight of him. His cock twitches at the sight as if it knows you’re looking, admiring as you stop yourself from reaching at the angry red tip to swipe your finger through the bead of precum leaking out.

The bed dips behind you as he straddles your thighs. You can see him in the mirror watching you as you wiggle your ass, that fight part of your brain no longer concerned with the way you look. Not with the way he’s looking at you. Like he wants to eat you alive.

His fingers grip your flesh as he tilts your hips up, he’s rock hard as he slides the tip through your aching folds. You clench around nothing as you try to draw him in.

“Eyes on the prize baby.” You tear your eyes from him as you catch yours in the mirror. He wants you to watch, but not him.

You’re the prize.

He sinks down in one fluid motion and it takes every fiber of your being to keep your eyes open. You both moan in unison as he starts a slow agonizing pace.

Joel watches you as long as he can but he can’t tear his eyes away from the ripple of your skin as he pounds your flesh. Hitting something deep and devastating inside you as you clutch the sheets. Soft chants of his name punched out in his thrusts as he tries to hold off his release. It feels too good and just like his daydream. Having you bent over all fucked out, unable to form a coherent through. The only thought he wants running through that head is how perfect you are.

“Oh fuck…I’m the luckiest man alive, ya know that.” He grits out as he meets your eyes again.

His strong hands haul you up against his chest as he wraps his arms around your shoulders. All you can manage is a head nod as you keen at this new angle.

You can feel the beads of sweat from his hair drip down onto you as you cling to his arms, he growls in your ear as your climax peaks over you, taking you by surprise as you cry out his name.

“This pussy was made for me darlin’.”

He can feel you suck him in and his balls draw up tight. Your front bathed in a sheen of sweat down your breasts and across your stomach as you ride out the aftershocks. His hips slow to a stutter as he holds your prone and pliant body, pulsing inside you as you let out a soft exhale.

You’re completely and utterly wrecked and he thinks you’re like one of those renaissance paintings with the naked ladies. Better than that because you’re real and you’re all his.

It takes you a moment to gather yourself as you lay there, Joel’s hand draped over your body at the edge of the bed. You can finally look in the mirror and see the war that was waging was all on your head.

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goodoldfashionlovercorpse · 10 months ago

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Casual (pt. 2)

pairing: Sirius Black x slytherin! potter! reader

summary: Y/n Potter has been in love with Sirius for as long as she's known him. During their 6th year at Hogwarts, they start hooking up. Sirius declares it casual, but are they both truly ok with this secret?

a/n: this is part two of my Sirius series! hope you enjoy. @hisparentsgallerryy and @planets-and-stars thanks for the support !!

warnings: angst, secret fwb situationship, jealousy, explicit language

Classes went on as normal: a few people passed while others clung for dear life. Unfortunately, Y/n shared a class with him, the one she fell for. She couldn’t pinpoint why she was glaring at him, maybe it was what Lucius had told her. All Sirius did was pretend she didn’t exist until the night. Somehow, he pays more attention to class when she’s in the room. James had sat next to her. She always felt guilty for hooking up with his best friend, he was such a good brother. Even when she was sorted, he bragged about his sister proudly, flaunting the fact she was the brains to his brawns. Sirius got paired with Snape, who was sending her glances that screamed “Help!” every time Sirius said something dumb. Gods, why did she stare at his lips? She always sent Snape a sorrowful expression, reassuring it’s just a partnership for the week. Potions had to be Snape’s and Sirius’s best class, so she didn’t worry that much.

“Ok, so, this week we’ll be brewing Amortentia. It’s powerful, so no one is allowed to drink any of it. Got that?” Slughorn asked, receiving hums from every student, “Right, now turn to page 201 and get started, you have all your ingredients set up. Have fun and remember, the first 3 groups to finish receive 5 house points each!”

As soon as Slughorn finished, James turned to the page. “Alright, I’ll dictate, you add. This should be finished by today, then ready by tomorrow.”

Y/n added the rose thorns, the pearl dust, and all the other ingredients, slowly stirring them. The twins looked at each other with puzzling gazes. “How is this gonna take people a week?”

“Maybe he wants it perfect?”

“Maybe.”

As the pair finished, Slughorn came behind them 20 minutes later. He congratulated the two and encouraged them to sniff. “What do you smell?”

James chimed up first, “Books, tea, that sweet scent of spring.” Ever the romantic, he described. From scents to scenarios, he gushed for 10 minutes as Lily stared at him, smiling. He played with his hands and then blushed once he was done. Turning to his sister, “And you, sis?”

Y/n went near and sniffed. She knew what she smelled, she knew who she smelled. But if Slytherins are taught one thing, it’s acting. “Some leather, a bit of peanut butter, and… dog?” She tried not to scrunch her nose, trying hard to come up with something, anything, to find someone else to match. Sirius was staring at her, his gaze locked on hers. “Maybe it’s Paul McCartney?” the crowd laughed. She stared at Sirius, no smile present on either faces.

Soon three more groups described their scents, the last one being Snape and Sirius. Snape described a simple smell, but she knew he smelled nothing, love just wasn’t his thing. Sirius, on the other hand, tried to finish it quickly. His hands were on his neck, resting on thin air as he bragged bout perfume and chocolate. The very things she liked. “I guess there’s the scent of a night out, doing makeup and dress-ups or whatnot,” he added, the corner of his eye directed at her. James was puzzled, staring Sirius down with pressed brows. She continued looking at Sirius’s table, seeing how Snape tried hiding under the table as girls came flocking towards their table.

“That’s so romantic!”

“I need to buy more perfume…”

“Hey, Sirius, wanna go out?”

Before you knew it, they were being whisked off by Prof. Slughorn to go to their desks. As class ended, only four out of ten groups had finished, much to her surprise. She started packing up, getting ready for her next class. Snape came up to her as James went over to Sirius. “Can’t believe I got paired with him.”

She shrugged, “You’re both top students, it can’t have been that bad.”

“It is when you’re stared at by everyone to smell something that’s not there.”

“Hey, everyone believed you.” she pats his back and smiles, gaining a half smile from Snape. The two went out of class, having no clue of Sirius staring at them, a layer of jealousy coated in his gaze. One that didn't go unnoticed by James. The Potter shoved his friend, mumbling something about ‘brotherly duties’. Perhaps tonight will be the night… then again, it was always casual.

Y/n and Snape went along with their classes, being joined by their other friends, but mainly just Lucius. Lucius was quite excited about the Ravenclaw party, and Snape planned on studying. Both gave her a glance, though. A sort of questioning look. “He’ll be there,” Lucius said.

She shrugged, looking down. It wouldn’t have made a difference, she would seen him tonight regardless of whether she attended, that’s how they worked. “I’ll probably go to help James and Lily.” she earned a shrug from Lucius, the other male yapping about homework and studies.

“We should start preparing for our test next week, though.”

“Relax, Sev, that’s days ahead.”

At least friendships weren’t casual, Y/n thought, laughing along with Lucius and hugging Snape. They departed at the common rooms, her having to go up. She smiled, maybe tonight will be about her.

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love--and--venom · 4 months ago

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Into the Wonderland: Chapter Six

Summary: You go with Yunho and San to give your statement to the police. Seonghwa has a chat with Hongjoong about his odd behavior. You and the pack alpha have an emotional discussion.

Warnings: Cops, talking about mental illnesses, idk man

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You didn’t wake up until almost noon the next day, although Seonghwa expected you to sleep longer. The pounding throb in your head dulled down to a faint ache overnight. Slowly, you opened your eyes to scan the room. You hardly remembered getting back to the dorms last night and were a little surprised to see the whole pack lounging in a massive nest in the living room.

“Hey, look who’s awake.” Yeosang was the first to notice you. Seonghwa immediately swooped in, gingerly brushing your hair out of your face.

“How’re you feeling?” The eldest omega asked, forehead creasing in concern.

“Not horrible, all things considered. My head’s a little achy and I’m still tired, somehow,” you noted while rubbing your eye with your knuckle.

“That’s not surprising. You went through a lot,” Jongho noted without looking up from his laptop.

“And unfortunately, you’re not gonna be able to rest much today,” Seonghwa sighed. “The police called earlier this morning. They need you to go to the station to give your statement.”

“She doesn’t need to do that today,” Hongjoong argued. You hadn’t even noticed him with how silent he’d been. Your back rested against his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

“Yes, she does. The officer on the phone said that they need to do it as soon as possible, while it’s still fresh in her mind,” Seonghwa reasoned somewhat uselessly. You felt Hongjoong tense behind you.

“Seonghwa–”

“It’s okay,” you interrupted the pack alpha. There was a strange feeling of animosity between the two and it was making you nervous. “Honestly, I’d rather get it done and over with.”

“Good, San and Yunho can take you after you get dressed.” Seonghwa shot an icy glare at Hongjoong, who you could only assume was about to protest. “We need to call the doctor. As the pack alpha and the eldest, we need to make sure we fully understand your care instructions.”

“Fine,” Hongjoong agreed through gritted teeth. Yeosang and Wooyoung led you to the omega’s room to help you get ready, despite your protests that you could do it yourself. The rest of the pack sat in a thick silence, unsure of how to address the tension brewing between the two eldest members. After a few minutes, you emerged with Wooyoung doing his best to talk slowly so your concussed brain could keep up.

“You need to eat before you go,” Seonghwa fretted from his spot in the nest.

“I was actually gonna get her something from Driftwood Cafe,” San said while kneeling down to slip your shoes on your feet. You perked up, thinking about the cafe’s raspberry and white chocolate croissants.

“Okay, but no caffeine.”

“Yes, mom. I’ll text you when we’re done.” Yunho corralled you and San out the door. Once it closed behind the three of you, Seonghwa pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

“We need to talk,” the omega stated, looking pointedly at Hongjoong. The remaining pack members warily stared at the pair as they disappeared into their room.

“Alright. Spill it.” Seonghwa crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows expectantly.

“Spill what?” Hongjoong borderline growled.

“Seriously?” The elder scoffed with a roll of his eyes. “You’ve been pissed at me and cold to everyone besides Y/N since we got back from the hospital. Hell, you’ve barely even let her out of your arms.”

“I’ve been pissed at you for longer than that,” Hongjoong started. He struggled to keep his temper under control. A vein pulsed in his neck with the effort. “There wouldn’t have been a hospital visit if you had fucking listened to me!”

“That’s what this is about?! You’re mad at me because I decided to trust Y/N?”

“I’m mad because I knew something was wrong and you kept me from checking on her.” Hongjoong paced the room, fists curling at his sides.

“Oh, I kept you from checking on her?” Seonghwa asked sarcastically. “Get a hold of yourself. What if you stormed into a restricted area of the building and there wasn’t an issue?”

“Maybe I’d be embarrassed, but she wouldn’t have been injured.”

“You didn’t know what was going on! You were going off paranoia, how could you possibly–”

“I should have been there for her!” Hongjoong shouted. The others could probably hear him from the living room, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. “I should have protected her! Seonghwa, I let my omega get hurt. I am furious with myself because I fucking failed as her alpha!”

“Hongjoong…” Seonghwa’s face and voice softened at his admission.

“God, I never should have left her alone with that bastard still on campus, especially with her heat so close.” His thoughts spiraled into a loop of regret and self-deprecation. He gripped his hair at the roots, knuckles turning white but too angry to feel the pain.

“Hongjoong.” Seonghwa stopped the alpha’s pacing with a hand on his shoulder. Wild eyes met a calm and steady gaze while the omega’s earthy scent of cashmere washed over the room.

“You need to listen to me when I say this.” Seonghwa gently removed Hongjoong’s hands from his hair, his thumbs running along his knuckles. “You didn’t let her get hurt.”

“Seong–”

“No, let me finish. This was not your fault. Marcus is the only one to blame,” Seonghwa clenched his jaw and looked down. “There’s no way you could have known this would happen.”

“So why am I feeling so guilty?”

“I’m not totally sure. I can only assume it’s from your instincts,” Seonghwa shrugged. It wasn’t the answer Hongjoong wanted to hear.

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess so.”

“Hongjoong, you haven’t failed as an alpha. Our pack would be lost without you.” Seonghwa insisted, squeezing the younger man’s hands. “I was trying to ignore it, but I’ve been feeling guilty, too.”

“If I’m not at fault then neither are you.”

“I know. But I also know that you have the strongest and most accurate instincts out of everyone in the pack. I shouldn’t have brushed off your concerns,” Seonghwa quietly confessed.

“I don’t want to scare her.”

“What?”

“During her heat. I don’t want my claim to scare her.” Hongjoong removed his hands from Seonghwa’s in favor of crossing his arms. The omega put a hand on his hip, brows furrowed with sympathy.

“I understand, but don’t make assumptions for her. Just sit down and be honest with her.” Hongjoong sighed, exhaustion weighing on his shoulders. “Now, we really do need to call the doctor.”

You happily munched on your croissant as you walked toward the subway. San and Yunho followed closely behind you, sipping on their iced Americanos. You wanted to argue because you loved the cafe’s brown sugar lattes, but they weren’t having it. So you settled for a matcha latte, which still gave you a little caffeine boost, but was much better than espresso. It didn’t take long to get to the police station.

“Hi, I need to give my statement for an incident from last night,” you greeted the officer at the front desk. She was less-than-enthusiastic about the interruption to her reading.

“Name?”

“Y/N L/N.” The officer sighed and turned to her computer. You fiddled with the lid of your to-go cup, her attitude making you nervous. Yunho noticed, obviously, and was about to move closer to the desk when San tapped his arm. He looked at the beta, who just shook his head.

“Alright, I’ll go grab Yang.” The desk officer walked away without waiting for a response. Yunho rolled his eyes.

“Well, she seems delightful,” he grumbled while lacing his fingers through yours. A few minutes of awkwardly standing by the front desk passed by before the officer returned with an older man on her heels.

“Ms. L/N, I’m officer Yang Ju-won. If you’ll follow me, we can talk in the conference room.” He led you to a small, bare room at the back of the station. The only furniture was a round table in the center and a water cooler in the corner. A resounding smack on the door kept it from shutting after you. Officer Yang jumped, startled by the sound and Yunho’s glare.

“We’re staying with her,” the alpha stated, voice dropping an octave.

“Guests aren’t really allowed–”

“She’s been through enough,” he interrupted the officer. “She’s not doing this without us.”

“Only if you want us to, of course,” San added quickly, eyes flicking down to you before returning to the officer.

“Uhm… If it’s alright, I’d like for them to stay, officer,” you asked shyly. Yang sighed and gestured for them to enter. There were only three chairs as the room was mainly used for one-on-one interviews. The extra chair was typically for a lawyer or translator. Yunho pulled you to sit on his lap, giving San the extra chair.

“Alright, let’s get started.” Yang flipped to a clean page in his notebook before going through an exhaustive list of questions. A conversation that probably could have been done in ten minutes stretched to 45. Your head pounded by the end of it.

“That’s everything I need,” Yang concluded, much to your relief. He handed you a business card. “This has my contact information if you need anything while we investigate further.”

“Officer…” You paused, staring at the card while you figured out how to word your question. “Do you… do you know why he did it?”

“I really shouldn’t tell you this, but,” he sighed. He closed his notebook and leaned back in his chair before turning back to you. His forehead creased with sympathy. “You remind me of my daughter. She went through something similar.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you mumbled. Yang shook his head, waving away your apology.

“The ‘not knowing’ made things harder for her. I’d like to spare you that feeling, if I can.” Yunho and San shared a look behind you. “We’ve gotten access to Mr. William’s medical records. He has been diagnosed with erotomania and was being treated in the US by a specialist.”

“Erotomania?” San asked with a tilt of his head.

“I don’t fully understand it, but from what I read it’s a rare mental health condition. People with this condition have a delusional belief that another person is deeply in love with them,” he explained while tapping his chin with a finger.

“Okay, so what does that mean for Y/N?” Yunho further questioned, eyebrows furrowed.

“Mr. Williams believes that Ms. L/N is in love with him. Something as small as a friendly smile or a brief moment of eye contact can be a trigger. He was supposed to continue seeing a psychiatrist while participating in the exchange program, but he started skipping sessions a few weeks ago.”

“So this happened because I just… existed?” Your heart ached in your chest. Yunho tightened his arms around your waist.

“Ms. L/N, please don’t blame yourself. His condition pushed him to violence, not you,” Yang urged earnestly. “I’m telling you this to explain his actions, not to excuse them. Others with this condition live perfectly normal lives with proper treatment. He chose to ignore that.”

“Thank you, officer,” Yunho said while standing, gently placing you on your feet and keeping a hand on your hip. “But we should go. She needs rest.”

“I understand. I’ll be in touch,” officer Yang assured the three of you while he led you up to the front desk.You deeply inhaled the fresh air, relieved to be outside after being in the stuffy, overwhelming police station for so long. Yunho kept you tucked close to his side as you headed home.

At Seonghwa’s request, Yeosang steered you to his and Hongjoong's room the moment you stepped through the door. He gently pushed you into the room with a quiet ‘good luck’ before shutting the door behind you. Seonghwa and Hongjoong sat on the latter’s bed.

“Hey, how did it go?” Your elder omega smiled at your baffled expression. “Come sit.”

“It went well.” You squeezed between the two, resting your head on the alpha’s shoulder. “Long and boring, and now my head hurts, but I’m glad it’s done with.”

“Good. We talked to our primary care doctor while you were gone. Since she’s never seen you, there wasn’t much she could tell us,” Seonghwa explained while you rested your eyes.

“Oh.”

“But luckily, she said you should be fine during your heat as long as Hongjoong is gentle.” He shot the younger man a pointed look. “And you use a donut pillow.”

“Why do I need a special pillow?” You furrowed your eyebrows with a small pout.

“The staples are on the back of your head. It’ll keep pressure off them while you heal. I actually sent Wooyoung to get you one so you could use it right away.”

“Does that mean I can take a nap now?” You looked up at him through your lashes. He brushed a thumb over your cheek, smiling sympathetically.

“Soon, sweetheart, I promise. But you and Hongjoong need to talk first.” Seonghwa stood with an encouraging pat to your thigh before leaving you and the pack alpha alone.

“Is everything okay?” You sat up so you could give him your full attention.

“Kind of?” He paused to sigh as he gathered his thoughts. The silence made you anxious.

“Whatever it is, you can tell me. I won’t be upset.” Hongjoong stared at your sleepy, worried face. A knot of guilt twisted his stomach. You squeaked in surprise when he suddenly pulled you onto his lap, gripping the back of your shirt so hard his knuckles turned white.

“I’m so sorry.” You couldn’t see his face, but you felt tears drop onto your shoulder. You wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Hongjoong, what-?”

“I knew something was wrong. I never should have left you alone while he was still on campus. I failed as your alpha and I am so fucking sorry,” he ranted into the fabric of your shirt. You gently removed him from your neck, forcing eye contact while cupping his face in your hands.

“I don’t blame you for any of this.” You shook your head when he opened his mouth to protest. “I don’t. You may think you failed, but the way I see it, you did exactly what you were supposed to do.”

“How?”

“You stopped him,” you stated simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You got to me in time.” He bit his bottom lip, still not fully forgiving himself.

“Do you… do you still want me there for your heat?”

“What? Of course I do,” you assured the worried alpha. “Why would you think I wouldn’t?”

“I don’t want to scare you.” His hands relaxed, dropping down to your hips while you raised your eyebrows. “This is twice now that he tried to force a claim. I don’t want my claim to remind you of him.”

“Oh,” you sighed and slumped into his chest, letting him take the brunt of your weight as you closed your eyes again. “Hongjoong, I still want it. I’d actually feel safer with it. He won’t be able to make another attempt once I have my alpha's- my mate’s- claim on me.”

“You’re absolutely sure? I’m already going to have to hold myself back, I won’t be able to stop myself from claiming you once we start.”

“Hongjoong,” you trailed off nervously. You tensed up, sitting back to stare at him with wide, fearful eyes. “Are you trying to say that you don’t want to? You don’t want to claim me anymore?” Logically, you knew why he was asking. But your emotions have been going haywire since last night, and your inner omega panicked at the unintentional implications of his words.

“No, nonono, of course I want to.” His hands ran up and down your sides. Despite the comforting gesture, your chest heaved with suppressed whimpers. “Fuck, I’m sorry. Omega, please, I’m not rejecting you.” Hongjoong tucked your head into his neck, pressing your nose to his gland so his scent could soothe you.

“Um,” you started once your breathing settled down. “If you’re worried about going too far, maybe one of the others could be there just in case?” He hummed as he considered the idea.

“That could work. I’ll talk to Jongho to see if he’d be comfortable with it.”

“Jongho?”

“Yeah. He may be the youngest, but he’s physically stronger than me. He’s one of the few pack members that could hold me back,” Hongjoong explained while trailing his fingers over your spine. “I also think he’s the only one that won’t be affected by the smell of your heat.”

“Really?” You mumbled, fighting to stay awake against your alpha’s scent and the fuzziness radiating from your injury.

“He has incredible self-control, and he doesn’t seem interested in sex.” Hongjoong peeked down at you at your noncommittal noise of agreement. “Alright, I get it. Nap time for my sweet little omega. Get some sleep, love. I’ll take care of the rest.”

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When Loyalty Fails (series)

Chapter 3: Dead ends

Max spent the last hour pacing his apartment, the sleek, cold space feeling more like a prison than a home. The perfect little Leclerc family. Engaged, a three-year-old daughter, Emilia Charlotte Leclerc. Emilia. Her eyes, so familiar, so unmistakably his. He couldn't shake off the image burned into his brain. He wanted to punch something. Or someone. He grabbed his gym bag, throwing in a few essentials, needing to expel the raw energy boiling inside him, threatening to swallow him whole. He needed to do something.

Meanwhile, little Emilia slept soundly, oblivious to the storm brewing around her. Charles and Lina sat beside her, their eyes filled with worry. Lina sighed, leaning into Charles's side, seeking his warmth. ''There is nothing he can find out, mon amour. Don't worry so much.'' Charles whispered into her hair, stroking it gently. ''How can I not be worried? He suspects it, Charles. He won't leave it alone.'' Charles shifted beside her, his jaw tight. ''Even if he does find out, it changes nothing. She is legally mine. Just like I plan to make you mine.'' he leaned down to kiss her gently, taking her hand in his, carresing her engagement ring softly.

Lina smiled, a flicker of genuine happiness finally coming to her face. ''I can't wait to marry you.''

As Charles went for a walk with Emilia, Lina stayed home, the aroma of oregano and tomato sauce filling the apartment. They decided on her homemade pizzas for dinner, a simple pleasure after a tense day. She'd barely started kneading the dough when a sharp knock echoed through the hallway. ''They must have forgotten something,'' she muttered to herself, wiping her hands on her apron.

But it wasn't Charles and Emilia. It was Max. Again. He stood there, his expression a mix of tension and something else she couldn't quite decipher. Before she could even react, he'd stepped past her, moving into the apartment like he owned the place.

He smiled, a bitter twist of his lips. ''See? I knew it. I told you I would find out the truth. No matter how." Lina's expression hardened. ''What do you want now Max?'' she asked, her voice flat.

"What do you mean, what I want? She's my daughter, not his."

"But what changed Max? You found out you're her biological father, yes. But what changed?'' Lina stepped closer, her eyes blazing in fury. ''You didn't come here to ask for forgiveness. Hell, you're probably not even sorry for what you put me through. You didn't ask to see her, to really meet her, to ask if you could spend some time with her." She stepped closer to him, not backing away.

''I'll tell you what changed Max. Nothing. You came here to gloat, to show me how capable you are of finding out anything you want, how in control you are. You don't care about her, or about me. You just want to win. You want to win, because despite all those trophies and championships you collected over the years, Charles beat you off the track. And that hurts your ego, doesn't it?"

Max was speechless, his jaw working, but no words coming out.

But Lina still wasn't satisfied enough. All the hurt, anger and pain she'd buried for years was now surging to the surface.

She wanted to hurt him, to make him feel the same agony and pain she felt. So she continued.

"I told you that day Max, remember? No trophie can compensate for a family. And you're right, Max. You are her biological parent. But Charles is her real father." She paused shortly, her voice dripping with venom. Max looked up into her eyes.

"You know, for someone who hated the way his own father was, you turned out to be his carbon copy."

She turned and walked to the door, her heels clicking on the tile, each step like a bullet to his head. She paused at the door, opening it slightly and without turning to look at him, said, ''Get out, Max.''

As the door clicked shut behind him, a single tear fell down his cheek.

Max leaned against the wall, his head bowed, trying to process what had just happened.

Carbon copy.

The two words echoed in his mind on repeat. He didn't know she could be that cruel. He'd always prided himself on being different from his father, on breaking the cycle. But her words, said with such certainty, had now pierced his carefully constructed defenses, revealing a truth he didn't want to face.

As he stepped into the elevator, he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to regain control. He couldn't afford to fall apart. Not now. He needed to focus, to find a way to fix this. But how? How could he undo the years of hurt, the mistakes he'd make? He didn't have the answers. Not yet.

As he stepped out of the elevator, he came face to face with no other than Charles and Emilia, returning from their walk. Emilia, her small hand tucked into Charles's, looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes. Charles's expression shifted instantly, his relaxed posture replaced by a hard, guarded look.

Time seemed to slow down. Emilia's gaze lingered on Max, her eyes sending a jolt through him. Charles's hand tightened around Emilia's, pulling her slightly closer. ''Max,'' Charles said, his voice low and controlled. He didn't respond, his gaze locked on Emilia. She was wearing a bright yellow raincoat, her cheeks flushed from the cool evening air. She looked..happy. And it was happiness he had no part in.

''Everything alright? What are you doing here again?''

Max's gaze flickered to Charles, then back to Emilia. ''Yeah, all good.'' he murmured, not bothering to answer why he was here again. She will tell him anyways.

The sight of them together, so casually, was a sharp, painful reminder of what he could have had. Emilia tugged on Charles's hand, her eyes still fixed on Max. ''Papa, who is this?'' she asked, her voice almost a shy whisper.

Charles's jaw tightened. ''Just someone we know, sweetheart.'' he said, his voice gentle, but still firm. He pulled her forward toward the elevator, his back now turned to Max.

As they stepped inside, Emilia turned her head, her eyes still fixed on Max. He also watched them go, the image of them together burning into his mind.

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As they sat down for dinner, Lina spoke slowly. ''Max came by again,'' her voice low. ''He..he knows.''

Charles's jaw tightened again. ''We saw him in the lobby. What does he know?''

''That he's Emilia's father,'' she said, her voice now barely a whisper.

Charles's eyes darkened. ''And what did he say?''

Lina recounted the conversation, the anger, the pain, and the final, devastiting words she'd spoken. ''He..he didn't say much. I said some harsh things to him, but it was only the truth,'' she finished, her voice tremblingg slightly. ''He just...left.''

Charles reached across the table, taking her hand in his. ''You did what you had to do, Leni,'' he said, his voice gentle but firm. ''He needed to hear it.''

''But what if he doesn't stop?'' Lina asked, her eyes filled with worry. ''What if he tries to take her?''

''He won't,'' he said, his voice filled with reasurance. ''He won't take her. I won't let him.'' He paused, his gaze softening. ''And I know you won't either.''

Lina nodded, a flicker of strength returning to her eyes. ''No,'' she said, her voice now firm. ''I won't.''

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Max spent the days leading up to the Spanish Grand Prix sulking alone, unable to concentrate. Lina's words kept replaying in his head, mocking him, not letting him sleep at night. ''His carbon copy''

The pressure of the upcoming race, usually something he craved, only made him more nervous. He'd always prided himself on his precision, his ability to dissect every corner, every braking point, but now, that focus was nowhere to find. He found himself lost in his memories, not just of his father, but of his past with Lina, his own actions, now noticing the patterns he'd sworn he'd avoided. Even during his sim sessions, his mind kept wandering, his focus long gone. His mentality that had served him well on track, destroyed all the hopes of his private life.

He used all of his free time between strategy meetings and debriefs to read articles about children and the effects of parental absence. He learned about the damage it would create for a child, if he just barged into her life claiming her as his. He couldn't risk pushing her away even more. He wanted to meet the little girl, to get to know her at least.

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During qualifing, using Max's loss of focus, Charles managed to secure the pole position, Lina cheering him on from the pit wall.

Race day arrived, and the tensions escalated slowly. Max and Charles were both driving on the edge, barely keeping it clean. To anyone else watching, it was just some hard racing. But Lina knew what was the real reason behind it. She sighed. Where would all of this lead to?

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ivoryrebellionmess · 4 months ago

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Spooky remorses IV

Part I Part 2 Part 3

Summary: You dated Jax for a year and a half, it was great. You fought sure, but that's a given if you´re both stubborn (and he's constantly in danger). Gemma didn't like the relationship, and she made sure that it ended. Now, months after the breakup, your friend takes you to a Halloween party that just happens to be SAMCRO´s.

warnings: 18+, mdni

A/N: I hope you like it, I´m so thankfull for every interaction with my posts. I love you guys so much <3

tw: foul language, kinda hooking up with your ex, jealous jax, smoking,a little bit of spice, alcohol, gemma being mean af

Word count: 5k

Staying alone in Jax´s room would only bring overthinking and second-guessing your presence there, so you decided to go search for a friendly face to distract you from every mistake you´d made in the last three hours.

The party was decaying fast, a few members still around drinking and chatting. You spotted Chibs sitting at the bar, and smiled to yourself, knowing he'd give you shit for…well, everything. Not that you didn´t deserve it.

Chibs looked up from his beer when you sat down next to him, brows raising in curiosity and mischief. But he said nothing, waiting for you to set the tone of the conversation.

So, sighting in defeat, you did exactly that, ¨Go ahead, lay it on me¨.

The scot laughed, but did not miss his chance. ¨Ya two were putting on quite the show out there, I thought you were gonna rip each other's clothes off on the spot¨.

You just laughed, what else was there to do?. ¨That bad huh?¨

The scot had a look in his eyes that could only be matched by a kid on Christmas morning, he had clearly missed having you around to give you a hard time. And he clearly had some more to add, ¨Oh, it was damn near pornographic. The way-¨.

¨Oookay okay, I know, I was there, remember?¨, he seemed pleased with himself as your face reddened under the dim lights of the clubhouse.

He turned a bit more serious, even if still wearing a shit-eating grin on his face. He hesitated before speaking again.

¨Seriously, though? I thought I was watching one of those cheesy movies you like. Next thing I know you´ll be confessin´ your true love on a beach at night¨.

You scoffed a laugh, but answered nothing. This was his way of telling you there was more than sexual tension there, and that he did not think it was a bad idea to pursue whatever else was brewing between Jax and you tonight.

But of course Chibs liked you together, they all did, you leveled Jax. During the yeard and a half you´d dated he got into fewer fights, his decisions weren´t as reckless and he was in a better mood. Some people had thanked you for the former reason.

The other side wasn't so pretty: knowing you'd always come second to his brothers, worrying about him whenever he was on a run, patching him up after, learning how to shoot and defend yourself `just in case`,...

Did you love him? Of course you did, that was the only reason you put up with it, until it became too much. You couldn't let yourself get dragged back into all of it.

From the outside, Jax was the kind of guy everyone want to date: charming, hot, loving, all of that mixed with the edge of a bad boy? Sounds great, sure. Would be perfect if that edge was just a harley and some tattoos. But it´s so much more than that, it´s being alone in bed at 3 am, wondering if the person you love is coming back. If he´s been arrested. If he´s gotten into a fight. If he´s dead on the side of the road.

Chibs could almost hear your brain whirring and clicking, so he mentioned someone he knew you wouldn't resist talking about. ¨Gemma was about ready to explode¨.

You tried, and failed, not to laugh, ¨She burst in the room while I was cleaning Jax up¨.

Chibs matched your vibe instantly. No matter how much he loved Gemma, she'd been awful to you since day one, playing a main role in your breakup. So yeah, he´d relish a bit in her misery.

¨Wish I could've seen her face¨, he laughed, ¨What'd she say?¨.

You straightened your back, imitating her body language, ¨I'm his mother and I know what's best for him¨. A quick laugh flew from your throat before speaking again, in your own voice this time. ¨ You know, the usual¨.

A silly smile, a gentle one, invaded your face. Chibs just gave you your own time to say whatever caused it. And you did, in a lower voice, as if saying it aloud would make it not be real.

¨He actually stood up to her, he defended me¨, biting your lip, as much as you tried, did nothing to hide the stupid grin plastered on your face. And for the bare fucking minimum that is.

A look of respect crossed his face, eyebrows rising in surprise. Before saying anything else, he sipped his beer, letting the revelation sink in.

¨Did he now? That takes some serious balls¨. You nodded, looking down at your hands with that stupid lovesick look still on your face.

Only then you realized, you´d been patching him up, he was beat and he´d need meds. ¨Hey you got some painkillers? Big guns, he's messed up¨.

His stare got serious for a second, going over what he had. After a few seconds he dug in the inside pocket of his kutte and handed you a plastic bag with around ten pills inside. As he opened his mouth to give you the indications, you got up, interrupting him.

¨Bed rest, no alcohol, what else doc?¨. You felt like a student again, eagerly answering questions about what should be done with patients.

A smirk played on his lips, wanting to get back at you for cutting him off. ¨I wouldn't encourage any `physical activities´ tonight, let the boy rest¨. Once again, the familiarity of being in a situation you´d been in a dozen times before stirred something inside you.

It was comforting in a way, it felt like home.

And, as so many times in the past, you promised it wouldn't happen. The difference was that you meant it. Chibs´s knowing look followed you, he sensed the tension that still lingered between the two of you. He also knew you were more than capable of handling Jax, which meant he could go to bed and not give a fuck. At least for tonight.

You made your way to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water and looked around for something to eat. You were tired and not in the mood for cooking, or a full meal, but Jax needed to eat something. He'd try to resist, he was awfully stubborn and he hated depending on people.

It was ironic really, he got himself into needing to be looked after. There was chocolate chip ice cream in the freezer, so after grabbing two spoons, you made your way back to Jax´s room.

Chibs was no longer by the bar when you passed by, so you breathed deep and continued on your way. The shower was still running as you set the ice cream and water on the bedside table. It had been a long time, Jax was most likely standing there, letting the hot water soothe his aching muscles. Instead of disturbing him, you decided to lay on the bed. You took off your shoes and closed your eyes, letting the hum of the shower relax you.

After a good ten minutes the water stopped flowing, and shuffling sounds made their way to your ears.

Jax came out of the bathroom and stood on the doorway, honest surprise in his face at the sight in front of him. It had been a long time since you´d laid on his bed.

Betting that he´d only be wearing a towel, you did not dare open your eyes, knowing the sight could be enough to send you into an early grave. His toned body wet, water dripping from his hair and beard onto his chest, down his abs, the towel low on his hips, a very visible happy trail,...

¨So you didn't fall down and drown¨, you simply stated.

Jax´s chuckle turned into a wince rather quickly, you furrowed your brows. You did not get a chance to ask how he was feeling when he retorted jokingly, ¨Managed to stay upright, darlin´, thanks for your concern¨.

You felt him sit by your feet at the end of the bed, you also heard him groan. Finally opening your eyes, you offered some help. ¨Need a hand? Getting dressed?¨. The forming bruises on his back looked weirdly good, complimenting his tattoo.

Your question was met with silence as he glanced down at his body, probably trying to figure out a way to do it on his own.

There wasn't one, he was battered and bruised.

Jax chuckled wryly, admitting defeat. ¨My arms are sore and my ribs are killing me¨.

Of course he wouldn't admit to needing help, god he was like a kid sometimes. So you stood up and walked to his closet, keeping the banter up to distract him.

¨What are you feeling? Casual chic? Eleganza extravaganza? Cocktail attire?¨. His dry laugh once again led to a wince, but his humour didn't falter, ¨I ain't´exactly feelin´up to a fashion show at the moment¨.

You shrugged, ¨As you like¨, grabbing grey sweatpants and a white shirt, ¨You ready?¨. He looked up at you when you made your way back to him, nodding slowly.

He took a deep breath as he sat straighter, ¨Ready as I´m gonna be¨. When he looked up at you, the vulnerability in his eyes got to your heart. You would've done anything to make him feel better, that had always been the issue.

So you smiled at him, you couldn't help yourself. The cold nurse was long gone, you now were the girl that had fallen for him. Hard.

¨You´ve been worse, right? This is a walk in the park¨. Jax chuckled through the pain.

¨Been worse, I´ll give you that. A walk in the park might be an exaggeration¨, you caressed his shoulder as he kept talking, ¨I´m trying my best not to pass out and you´re here all smiles like you don't have a care in the world¨.

¨You are what I care about right now¨. And before you could stop yourself, you were leaning in and pecking the side of his mouth. Sure, it wasn't a proper kiss, but still, what the fuck were you doing?

Jax was clearly caught off guard, and when you stepped back a smile was tugging at the corner you´d just pecked.

¨You can't just go around doin´ that¨, his voice was a bit hoarse, ¨I aint supposed to get excited right now, darlin´¨.

The fact that he was joking was a good sign, but had nothing to do with the smile lingering on your face. ¨Okay, whatever, you know it wasn't like that¨, you laughed, handing him the sweatpants.

You kept on bossing him around as you made your way back to his closet, ¨Put those on and I´ll help you with the shirt¨, you looked over your shoulder at the bruise on his ribs and muttered under your breath, ¨That´ll be trickier¨.

You paid more attention to his groans than the clothes you were picking to change into, and decided he was fine. As fine as he could, given the circumstances.

Jax finally managed to get the sweatpants over his hips, not missing a chance to rile you up when he noticed what you were doing. ¨You´re not stealing my clothes when I am on the verge of death, are you?¨.

The amusement in his voice made you smile, ¨Well I'm not sleeping like this¨, you vaguely gestured to your dress.

He loved the idea of you sleeping next to him, wearing his clothes. ¨You could always sleep naked¨. He spoke low enough that you had to make an effort to hear him, turning around to see his grin. And that may have been a bad move, a flash of the past crossing your mind…Jax, giving you that same grin, from between your thighs. And over you. And pining you against a wall.

Somehow you managed to answer casually, not letting your true feelings show, ¨You´re not supposed to get excited, remember?¨.

¨´course I remember, it doesn't mean I can´t appreciate the view¨. Something more important than the banter between you came up, a pair of leggings. Not any pair, your favourite ones. The ones you hadn't been able to find since the breakup. ¨They were here all this time?¨.

Jax chuckled, knowing how much you loved them. ¨Dug ´em up a few months ago¨, the ghost of a smile danced on his face, ¨Looks like they found their way back to you¨.

You bit your lip, pleased with your finding, and pulled out a zip-up hoodie, ¨I think this will be easier to put on¨.

You walked up to him, ¨Okay let's go¨, and put his right arm through the sleeve. He didn't complain, so you did the other one. ¨Want me to zip it up?¨.

Jax just nodded, breathing through the pain in his ribs.

When you were done, you opened his side of the bed, ¨Get in, I´ll be right back¨.

You watched as he slowly laid down, playfully pouting at you. ¨You really gonna leave me all alone?¨.

You hummed, ¨Yeah, give you some time to think about what you did¨. You heard his chuckle as you went in the bathroom and closed the door.

You changed into your leggings and the shirt you´d originally gotten for him and peeked in the mirror. You honestly looked way better than you expected, so you washed your face and took the fangs off.

Jax looked up when he heard the doorknob twisted, and he had to stop himself from smiling when he saw you. His heart ached to have you back in his life. He nodded at the space next to him and you made your way over, grabbing the ice cream on the way. He didn't need to hear it to know you wanted him to eat something, even if he did not feel like it, so he took that to his advantage. He grabbed the ice cream and patted the bed next to him. ¨I´ll eat if you lay down with me¨.

You both knew you couldn't say no to him, so why even try? You sat down, handing Jax one of the spoons and burying your own on the ice cream tub. He kissed your temple, ¨Thanks for taking care of me, I know I can be stubborn¨.

Finally you accepted it , you were in too deep, and you didn't care. Come tomorrow morning, you might, you'd regret everything. ¨You really are insufferable, baby¨.

Both of your hearts jumped at the pet name, yet decided to play it nonchalant, focusing on the ice cream.

¨I aint that bad, just a little stubborn is all¨. His playful grin was met with your incredulous one, ¨A bit-?¨.

He laughed, knowing he was an absolute ass at times, ¨Dont lie, you love it¨.

Shaking your head at his smugness, you handed him two pills. ¨Please, knock yourself out¨.

A little while after taking them, Jax felt the pain starting to dull and his head getting drowsy. Still, he tried to stay awake, to enjoy five more minutes of your company. Even if that was just laying next to you while you ate the whole ice cream.

¨You really think I´m that bad, huh?¨. He mumbled, a smile on his face.

You placed the empty container on the bedside table and laid on your side, looking at him. ¨Not at all¨, your voice was barely above a whisper.

Jax´s eyelids were heavy, the meds really starting to work, you could tell he was making an effort to keep his eyes from closing.

¨I'd hate to have you think I am an insufferable ass¨.

You´d already fucked up by ending in his bed, so what was another tiny mistake? You leaned in and softly kissed him, whispering against his lips. ¨Well yeah, but you´re my insufferable ass¨.

His heart skipped a beat, he gently kissed you, one of his hands softly grazing your hip. ¨Damn you¨. What he wanted to damn, more than you, was the effect you still had on him.

You bumped your nose against his, teasing him. ¨Nice thing to say after I took care of you¨.

He snorted, now laying on his back. ¨You know what I mean¨, he gave you a lazy smile, ¨Not fair, kissin´me when I'm high and can't do nothin´about it¨.

He looked relaxed from the side, you could tell he was almost asleep, ¨You got bigger things to worry about¨.

The ever-present smirk on his face did not falter, ¨Do I now, like what?¨.

God, how he managed to still be so cocky you would never understand. You were a close second though, only giving him a pointed look for an answer. And he knew what you meant, of course he did, but how could he not tease you a little?

He put the best innocent facade he could muster before side eyeing you, ¨You´re gonna have to be a little more specific, darlin´¨.

You just laughed under your breath, ¨What a fucking ass¨.

He was a sucker for you, living for moments like these, living for you. ¨Aren't you supposed to be nursing me back to health?¨, you were scooting closer before you knew it, ¨And here I thought you were doing it because you care about me or somethin´¨.

¨Oh my god how long do these meds take to work¨, you playfully teased, ¨There are no laws against insulting you while I heal you, baby¨.

¨You´re a real piece of work, y´know that?¨, he was slurring, the pills finally getting to him.

You just shushed him, caressing his face, ¨Sleep now¨.

Jax could barely fight it, but he found the strength to ask you one last thing. ¨You´re not gonna disappear on me while I sleep, are you?¨.

You didn't let yourself think about it for too long before reassuring him that you'd stay. He finally fell into a deep, medicated sleep. When the stress was finally gone, you realized how tired you actually felt. It did not take long for you to close your eyes and drift off next to him.

About six hours later, a pair of blue eyes slowly opened under furrowed brows. The first thing Jax had felt when consciousness returned to him had been pain. It wouldve been very romantic that you were the first thing on his mind, sure, but that´s just not how life works sometimes.

The ribs on his left side, his fists, the back of his head, it was as if every single part of him was hurting.

Your stirring finally reminded him of…well, everything that had happened. Its not that he didnt remember what had happened, but considering he hit his head Jax just assumed it had been a dream.

It hadn´t though.

You looked peaceful, the ghost of a smile gracing your lips. You´d looked beautiful last night, but this was better. No worry lines on your face, no furrowed brows, just a smile.

Cute as this moment was, his body had other plans. Jax slowly sat up, trying not to wake you. It was hard, even through his gritted theet, he could not help but groan.

You rubbed your eyes, barely able to get words out of yourself. ¨Hey, hey, hey don´t move¨.

All his feelings of gratitude and desire to prove he was a better man were quickly overrun by annoyance at his own aching body, ¨I know¨, his back was facing you.

¨But I gotta piss¨. His voice was rough and a little aggressive, you just sighed and laid back on the bed.

The blond may not have evolved, but you sure had. You matched his passive aggression and just stayed there, eyes closed, pretending to sleep. Some time ago, you´d have force fed him painkillers and treated him carefully, but that wasnt you anymore. Not the sober you anyways.

So, after a couple tries, he had no choice but to ask for your assistance. ¨Help me up?¨. A few second of deafening silence. ¨Please¨.

Your lips stil sealed and half asleep, you went to his side and let him use you as a crouch. Jax heavily leaned on you, trying hard to keep silent. Determined to pretend he was fine.

There was a flaw on his plan, he needed your help to make it to the bathroom.

Based on experience this was just his body warming up, after a little movement he´d be all right on his own. Almost.

¨Feels like a truck run me over¨, he tried to joke. Too late. His shitty morning attitude had bothered you so you kept quiet.

That was until you were halfway to the bathroom and all of his weight was on you. Risking his mood worsening, you asked. ¨Want me to get one of the boys?¨.

That struck a nerve, someone seeing him weak? No way. He tensed up and stopped walking.

¨I can do it myself¨, you could barely hear him through his gritted teeth.

You scoffed and urged him to keep moving. He played it tough, stubborn as he was. Anyone could´ve been able to tell that he was in a lot of pain.

Jax looked at your face for the first time as he leaned on the doorframe, his voice was soft when he spoke, even if his words were not. ¨I can take it from here¨.

Raising your hands in surrender, you took a step back. Your voice was cold when you said he had more pills on the bedside table.

You left, mad at him, mad at you. Mad. Just plain mad.

The biker grunted, closing the door and leaning on the sink, knowing he had pissed you off. He did look like shit, pale skin and tired eyes. Jax cursed under his breath, he couldn´t bear the thought of anyone seeing him like this, not even you.

Especially not you.

That´s something you´d never truly quite grasped. It wasnt so much a macho thing, not with you. When it came to you, it wasnt about bravado. It was about making someone he loved suffer, the hurt in your eyes when they went over his bruises, … A hurt he did not know how to comfort.

You made your way to the kitchen, expecting it to be empty. If the beginning of the morning had been bad, what would come after was way worse. Gemma was sitting down, having coffee, and you couldn´t stop the groan that crossed your lips. Not that you tried.

Gemma smiled slyly, the battle you´d won the prior night fresh in her mind. Fake sweetness laced her voice as you made your way to the coffee maker, ¨Well, well, look who it is¨.

¨Yeah, yeah¨. You didnt even bother wasting energy on her, knowing you´d need it with her hot headed son.

She sipped her coffee as you put sugar on your own. Her sharp eyes studied your every move, looking for the perfect way to get under your skin, to gather the information she needed.

If you hadnt known her, you´d have thought the concern in her voice was sincere.

¨You look tired, sweetheart¨.

Again, no fight in you, everything about you was neutral, even your tone. ¨He just woke up¨, you dryly added.

She wanted to know what had happened, where your relationship stood. You wanted to erase the past night from your brain.

Gemma´s eyes gleamed as she sensed the tension coming off of you. There was no doubt as far as whose fault that was.

¨And how is he?¨. You sat up on the counter, leaning your head back against the cabinets. ¨You know how he is¨.

She just smirked, sipping from her mug. ¨Stubborn as a damn mule¨.

Silently, you nodded. Eyes closed, head thrown back, you almost felt calm. Almost. The matriarch studied you quietly. Had your eyes been open you would have seen something close to pride on them.

Gemma herself had never been able to pinpoint what exactly she disliked about you. Because it was not you . Your personality, she liked, you were fiery. You could handle her son and you perfectly managed with the rest of the men of the club. Had she been honest with herself, you were too good for this life, it dimmed your light. She had seen you around town with your friends, you looked happier when you didn´t have a criminal to worry about constantly.

She rested her forearms on the table, cocking her head as she spoke. ¨Can I ask you something?¨.

There was no spite in her words, and her face seemed softer than you could remember ever seeing it.

For a second you played with the idea of her liking you, being there for you when Jax was being an immature jerk or putting himself in danger. You quickly dismissed it, it wouldn´t do you any good to dwell on that.

You sounded almost playful when you answered, ¨I have a feeling youre gonna ask anyways¨.

She chuckled, you both knew each other all too well to be playing this game. ¨Why are you back?¨.

Once again, no bite behind her question, just plain curiosity. You straightened your position on the counter so you could have a proper conversation. ¨Whats your point?¨. No bite didn´t mean you were friends of course, you were still weary.

¨Jax´s better off without you¨, her face betraed her, she did not believe her own words. Your brows furrowed, defending her son was a pivotal point of Gemma. ¨You two arent good for each other…¨.

It felt like she was holding something back, yet you couldnt figure out what it could possibly be. Gemma´s voice was soft as silk when she finished her sentence, ¨…he makes you into something you´re not¨.

She quickly went back to her usual demeanour, leaning back on her chair, ¨You know it and so do I¨.

It somehow felt like you were walking into something, but not a trap, not exactly. You moved from your spot on the counter to a chair in front of Gemma, and took a sip of coffee before giving into whatever was happening.

¨What´s that supposed to mean? He makes me into something I´m not?¨. You knew, you agreed, and your eyes reflected it.

But this could not be played as a bonding moment between the two of you, neither of you were ready to navigate that type of relationship. Or even wanted to, for that matter.

¨My boy turns you into a mess, all upset and emotional¨, she eyed your face up and down, ¨exhausted¨.

Well, yeah, you were stressing over Jax, you´d done that for the whole time you´d dated. What else were you supposed to do when your boyfriend was VP of a literal gang? You worry, that's what you do.

On the other hand, she was right and you couldnt deny it. He turned you into an unstable version of yourself, a not-so-cheery you, … No one could deny that after the initial shock when the breakup happened, you´d had a glow up. It wasnt something physical, it was all of you. You were relaxed, you were happier. Even if you missed Jax and the bad days felt like absolute shit. But that was normal after losing someone important in your life, not a sign that you truly wanted to get back with him.

Gemma could see the turmoil of doubt in your eyes, and maye a little bit of her in you? Getting pregnant had played an important part on her staying with her first husband, but what would´ve happened if she hadn´t? And what would happen to you if you stayed? She knew how the club corrupted everyone it touched, and you had managed to escape that once. Would you be lucky enough to do it twice?

She got up and, before leaving, she added, ¨You already spend your days nursing people back to health¨. You didnt need to be doing it as an extracurricular activity too…

Alone in the kitchen, you finished your coffee, a million thoughts racing in your head. It got too much and you needed space from anything to do with the club. Rushing to the room, you mentally checked where you had left your clothes and purse the night before.

The room was not empty, he was in the bed. It didnt take long to notice he was asleep. Thank god.

The pills were nowhere to be seen, so he would not wake up. You hopped in the shower, the hot water numbing your thoughts. Alone in the bathroom, Gemma´s words resonated with you. You forcefully tried to stop that train of thought when your heart started to beat faster and faster.

Somewhere deeep inside you, you wanted to push Jax away, to protect yourself. He still had a grip on your heart, but that only meant he could still hurt you. What had happened last night after all? What had happened this morning?

You dried yourself and put your leggings back on, the shirt still smelling like Jax when it went over your head. You pretended it didn´t affect you. You grabbed a gym bag from Jax´s closet and put all of your things inside it.

The tought that leaving with so much of his stuff would probably mean at least another call did cross your mind. You ,ade quick work of banishing it as you strapped your heels.

Jax looked innocent when he was sleeping, no tension on his face, you placed a final kiss on his cheek. A goodbye? You did not know.

You chuckled when you saw your outfit on the mirror, the true definition of a walk of shame.

Breathing deeply, you looked at him one last time, and walked out. On your way to look for a taxi, you ccame across Gemma.

No words were exanged, but your eyes said enough. For both of you. It was never about hatred.

Anxiety swarmed your mind as you exited the Sons´ property, would you ever be sure that this had been the right decision?

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