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dilf-docs · 3 months ago

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Saturday But in Your Sunday Best

bfd!joel miller x younger fem!reader

summary: joel has a co-worker's wedding in las vegas. everything that can go wrong, does.

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap, smut, p. in v., creampie, oral (f. and m. receiving), breast play, fingering, dacryphilia, degradation kink, ANGST (as in i've suffered so will my characters. this wasn't at all what i had envisioned at first for this part), hurt/comfort, a bit of fluff (that's new), pls be nice this writer's block shot me in the foot

word count: 11,121 words

side note: sorry this took so long. between movie watching for the oscars, my other works, midterms, pedro pascal horny hours, my wattpad fic, the max fic you citizens let flop (ĉüřşę ÿoụ āĺļ), the brat taming fic that made numbers among my oomfs on twitter, a very shitty date (the situational irony of letting a man ruin my women's day) a ptwt fic gc in twitter (love u frens), and uni again, i let the ttdik series collect dust, my bad. as compensation, take this girthy chapter altho it makes me kinda insecure IDK. this is why i don't do series okay!! i'm my worst enemy and i fear procrastination is a chronical disease of mine atp

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What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas

His foot taps anxiously against the marble floor, sound drowned by the bustling crowd.

People come and go. Some hug, others cry. And Joel? Well, he's just waiting for you to come.

He checks his watch, the one Sarah gifted him, and sighs. Should've known better.

It's been two months since the pregnancy scare, and ever since then, you have put a bit of a distance between yourselves.

It was slow, gradual: first the excuses then nights were you wouldn't stay or ask him to. And, even if your affair was that, just an affair, he missed sleeping in the warmth of your embrace. He also missed the way your nose would crinkle when you laughed. You didn't laugh that often anymore, and if you did, it sounded like you were holding in: as if you were afraid to let loose and let him see through you. And to be honest, it was killing him.

So when he reached out to you for this, he should've expected for you to say no. That you wouldn't show up after that I'll see if I'm free text: no, Joel Miller simply shouldn't have harbored that much hope for his daughter's bestfriend he happened to be banging.

If he hadn't confirmed his invitation, he'd probably gone home and layed down. Watch some garbage TV with Sarah and some beer in hand, but here he was, like a lonely loser, luggage in hand.

(Sarah helped him pack. He didn't even know what to wear to a wedding, and then she showed up with his old suit-- that still fit, somehow, albeit a bit more tight, from the dry cleaning. Joel would be lost without her)

The speaker announces his flight is about to leave. Joel gets up, trying not to be dissappointed about the whole thing. He's got no right to, after all.

"Joel?"

He'd end up breaking his neck by how fast he turned.

There you are, and it's like the weight he wasn't aware of, settling on his chest, had been removed.

"You made it" is the first thing that makes it out of his lips.

You softly laugh, "Hello, Joel"

He gets closer to you, slowly, like if he where to do it faster, he'd scare you off. Or you'd be gone, as if a dream.

(It'd be a nightmare, though, because you wouldn't be here)

"Sorry. I-" he cuts off, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. There's some tension lingering in the air, the same when you left his house a week ago. Joel had been too much of a coward to invite you then, rather hiding behind a screen.

But now you were here.

"I didn't think you'd come" he says after a beat of silence.

You tilt your head to the side, eyebrow up as if you hadn't been acting weird at all.

"Why wouldn't I?"

(Because it seems like being in the same room as me tires you. That your eyes don't shine anymore, and the starry sky looks like a storm when you dare search my gaze as we fuck. Every time you breath, its like breathing the same air as me burns)

He rather not press, so instead, he says:

"I'm jus' glad ya' came. 'S all"

You nod, not adding anything at all. Then, both you walk to your gate, side by side in silence, the same that had seemed to seep inside your romance for the past weeks.

Well, romance was definitely a stretch. An affair seemed more like it.

Of course, you're aware the change it's on you. It would've been dumb of you to think Joel wouldn't notice your withdrawal, or how more often than not you'd be stuck in your head. But still, he didn't comment on it, and like you, danced around the subject, afraid for different reasons as yours. Or the same. Yet, you'll never know. No, you're aware you both are too stubborn, and that whatever it started on that day, had settled in between like a burning flame.

(Had you been engulfed by the fire yet?)

You try not to think about it. After all, you had the option not to come. But a weekend away in Las Vegas after midterms? Too tempting to let go.

(And it's not like images of a stood up Joel in the airport, looking miserable, had made you restless the last couple of days after his text)

"Ya' can take the window" he says, even if it's his seat.

He knows you're nervous about flying, a little detail that came up during a post-sex small talk.

(What're you're dreams? Joel asked. You had answered that you'd love to travel the world after graduating, but that you had a fear for flying, despite having only done it once. It may have been because the first time you did, it was to fly for your grandma's funeral. Perhaps it was by association then, that the bad feelings about boarding a plane could be related to that)

"Thanks" you mumble, sitting down. You're avoiding his gaze, but know he's looking at you.

"What?" a little harsher than intended.

He looks taken back, looking at his lap as he let's out a soft whisper, sheepishly:

"Nothin'. Jus' thinkin' you look pretty today"

A light blush creeps up your cheeks as you huff out a Whatever.

Joel let's a breath of relief out his tight chest and allows himself to smile.

(At least, he's still got an effect on you)

The wedding Joel was supposed to attend is in the Ángel De La Guarda cathedral. You'd be staying nearby, at a hotel room Joel's coworker had paid for, the same where the reception would take place.

Being in the same room as Joel one night should be the least of your worries, but then the space is even smaller than it was supposed to (given by Joel's cursing as he paced around, anxiously), and the strain of your relationship settles in the air, physically so, tight around your throat.

Then, it's the bed issue: there's only one. It's not like you haven't slept in the same bed before, obviously, but there's a certain dread deep in your stomach about sharing the enclosed space when you're at your most vulnerable. He moves around a lot during night, and something tells you you'd wake up to his strong arms and hot breath fanning over your neck, hairs rising at the proximity, making it harded to calm your heart.

"You okay?" he's asking, dropping the bags in a corner.

"At what time is the wedding?" you ask.

He checks his watch. "In about seven hours"

The glass bounces a ray right into your face, and you have to close your eyes at yet nother reminder of why this is all so wrong.

Sarah.

"We should rest..." he says, plopping on the bed. His plaid t-shirt rises up at the same time the color of your cheeks does, when the glimpse of soft tanned skin reveals itself. He looks up to your stiff standing figure, bulk arms behind his neck as he rests his head on his biceps. "Don't 'cha think?"

Lay with me. Not outloud.

"No" you say, hastily so, not missing the way a flicker of dull akin to the pain of rejection finds its way to his brown eyes. "I..." your voice softens. "I'd rather take a tour of the place, you know? It's not like I'll come every weekend here"

He's about to raise up. I'm coming with you, again not out loud, in case you'd reject his offering again.

Which you do.

"I'm fine" you say, grabbing your purse. "Just... I need a moment"

Away from you.

"Suit yourself" but there's a sharp edge on his apparent kindness.

Closing the door behind you, it takes all of you to not turn around and see his face one last time.

You wander off through the bright lights and noisy hallways, walking until the sun of the outdoors filters a ray over the carpet through the glass doors. Strides take you to the pool area, kids giggling, parents sunbathing and youngsters chilling.

You sigh, dipping your feet in the pool, chlorine up your nose and water baterly grazing your sundress.

But you're drowning.

Drowning on his presence, every room he's in now smaller. Walls of the room collapsing, as the ones of your lungs, every breath tight if your nose catches a whiff of his scent lingering in the air. You'd wash the sheets almost immediately, crying when your head hit the pillow and it smelled like lavender and not Joel.

It was the only right choice: to erase him out of your life, because with every new kiss and thrust, he'd take another part of you with him, and you don't know how much more you can give of yourself without dying. A part of you dies every time he walks out the door, anxious heart pondering when will he walk out for good. When he'll realize the thrill is gone, that your escapades were all but a product of his crisis, and what started as a mutual use of bodies, ends in the waste of your heart.

Joel has become a drug for you: knowing it's destructive, but the high so addictive, you don't mind the crash. It's unevitable, and a small treacherous voice in the back of your head says you're just postponing a foretold death.

Yet Joel Miller makes you feel alive. Alive as a spring, grassbed full of blooming flowers. As sun carressing your skin: if you stay too long, the warm becoming burning.

A kid walks up to your sad lonely pensive corner, splashing water onto you.

"Hey!" but he's gone, and it's Vegas, so his parents are three mojitos down from the open bar, asleep under the sun. You curse, getting up and back to your room to change.

When you get to your room, is eerily quiet. And dark, the curtains closed.

You rumage through your suitcase, pulling out a change. The dress slips off, falling to the carpet with a pathetic drowned sound. You're about to change into the t-shirt when the lights flicker.

"You back?"

You scream, trying to cover yourself.

"Woah!" Joel covers his eyes, both your reactions ironically funny. Your cheeks burn as you finish dressing yourself up, and if he takes a small peak between his fingers, well, you'll never know. "Jesus, doll. If ya' wanted it so bad, could've asked"

Something akin to anger and deception morph into a burning flame in the pit of your stomach. Even after all this months, after this imminent fight, Joel can't bring himself to ask, dancing around the fragile line that barely holds on with the clap of skin against skin and sweat, as to replace the tears that will never see the light of the day.

"Right, because that's all I want"

He raises an eyebrow at your tone. "S' a joke"

"Jokes are supposed to make people laugh"

He shoots you a look, before standing from the bed.

"What's gotten into ya'?"

He walks closer, yet you give him your back, tossing the sundress with too much force in your bag.

"Don't know what you're talking about" as nonchalant as you can muster.

"Look at me" you keep the harsh packing going on. Joel grows impatient at your confusing demeanor, not just from today, but days ago. He's had enough. He spins you around, losing his cool as he shouts. "Damn it, y/n, stop actin' like a brat!"

"Don't touch me!" you yell back, pulling away.

"So that's how's it now?" Joel lets out a scoff. "Y' get on ma' bed but the moment I put a finger in ya', y'act all coy and angry?"

"Right, 'cause I'm a slut. That's what sluts do: we get on lonely men's bed and fuck them"

He grabs the bridge of his nose, breathing heavily. His voice is laced with frustration, and you know it's your fault.

"Never said that"

Why not talk it like adults? No. Too much of a coward to do that.

"Jus' tell me, doll. What's goin' on?"

I think I love you, and I'm fucking scared.

His voice is soft, pleading. In your lifetime, you never thought you'd see Joel Miller beg. You did once, but it wasn't like this. Please, he'd say. Now, here he is, standing before you like the smallest man who ever lived and not the unstoppable force you made him out to be.

It should be easy. But words never come easy. Not to you. Neither love, so foreign it makes you shiver with fear. So natural, one day you opened your eyes to him laying next to you, Sarah staying in another city for a soccer tournament, and decided that was what you wanted. All his mornings. His bed voice, thick from sleep. His droopy eyes and tired smile, facil hair tickling your face as he says Good mornin', Southern drawl never more prominent, kisses in between. Let's get sum coffee after, because he always had to drink the bitter liquid out of his owl mug or wouldn't be able to make it through the day.

You want him to be the first thing you see when you open your eyes.

You want Joel Miller. Want. Want. Want.

"I hate you"

You have ruined me.

He probably expected anything but that, given his crestfallen face. Joel wishes for time to go back, at the beach. He'd say no, push you away. Fought a little harder. Never gotten into your bed.

The worst part is, he's a fucking liar: he'd probably still choose the same, even if the end is near.

"You ain't mean that" not knowing if he's trying to convince you or himself. "Jus' wanna hurt me"

You don't humor him with an answer.

"I shouldn't have come" is what you say instead, the bitter taste of defeat and hurt etched in your voice.

Would've been easier to stop when we should've.

His words run through the tense air like a bullet.

"I agree"

Weddings had always made you cry.

You weren't even a romantic, but the whole thing-- the promise of forever, it seemed to move your heart a bit.

So, if your eyes shimmer when the bride makes her entrance and the groom, Joel's co-worker, tears up, you feel your chest tight and stomach drop. It clenches with something akin to dread and want, as if suddenly, all that mattered to you was love. A year ago, if you told yourself-- the one who got on her knees to suck Joel's dick at the beach that night, that you'd be here?

You would've laughed.

Falling for the grumpy old man who also happens to be your bestfriend's dad?

Right. Imagine that.

Except there is nothing to imagine. All of it is real.

From his quiet laughter, the sound foreign and not frequent by the way it rasps against his throat. But now the wrinkles around his eyes are more prominent, forbidden laughs marking his blushing face. as he looks away, embarrassed. You can laugh, you had said, I won't tell anyone, yet he made you swore like the sight of Joel Miller laughing was the worst thing in the world. So had become the grey strands on his hair, more sprouting each time, as his damp curls twisted in your fingers.

It is also in the way his sweat that drops over your body as he tries hard to last longer, to his grunts that fill the room as he fills you to the brim with his warm cum. How his rough seems to meet every inch of your soft skin, like pieces of a puzzle.

Something clicks when you're with Joel, and you can't help but feel it's your fault this rift has been created, aggressively peeling the white off your nails as some form of anxious torture. But, he too, aside from his initial Just glad you came, hadn't said a word about it again. Even if he had noticed it all, before Vegas too. Nothing. And then Joel told you it was best if you didn't come. Fucking great.

You feel him tense next to you, body stiff when your arm accidentally brushes his when you stand up from the bench, making you roll your eyes.

The fallout had been awkward. The elevator ride took forever, and then the space on the cab felt too small. He took you to the back, on the benches near the exit, like he didn't want to be seen with you. It got you fuming: why bother to invite you at all?

In all truth, you could've picked up your bags and left after the fight, yet you stayed. You wonder who's more of a coward. In this weird dancing around you've got going on, walking in circles over the words Stay and Leave, like both are too delicate to say out loud. Even as the couple speak their vows, amid the claps and tears, your mind keeps drifting back to one question: Which would hurt less?

It's not until it ricochets on your arm that you realize the tears are also your own. You brush it fast, but by the corner of your eye, you know Joel notices. Still, he doesn't say anything, which contributes to your spite.

The ceremony is over, and just as you can feel the anticipation of the reception's drinks to buzz your nerves down, someone blocks you the exit. A couple, more like it.

Before fully registering their faces, Joel's hand flies to your back, pressed in a firm manner that oozes protectiveness. It makes your heart flutter, no matter how much you try to suffocate the treacherous butterflies in your stomach. You try not to think too much about it as you take them in: a man, looking in his middle forties, probably around the same age as Joel, so as the woman next to him, who smiles warmly. Not like the man, who seems unwelcoming.

"Joel" he pronounces his name, manners coming out cold. "It's nice to see you made it"

His grip on your back becomes more firm.

"Mark" he uses the same tone. "Well, when ya' confirm, y'gotta come"

"And who may this be?" Mark's wife asks, not thinking there's harm in her words. You swear you can hear him snicker next to her.

"She's-"

Joel stops midtrack. How is he supposed to even call you?

"I'm his girlfriend"

You don't know why you did that but you did. You also don't know why it causes you such satisfaction to see their wide eyes and Mark's disdain.

"Oh, I didn't know you had a girlfriend. How lovely!"

His cheeks go pink. "Thanks, Laura"

"Yes, Joel. Didn't think you'd move on" but his tone isn't like his wife's. "I just assumed that being with someone wasn't on your list anymore, you know, at your age. Especially one so... young"

Laura shots him a look.

Maybe it wasn't your place to get angry, not after how you've subjected Joel to your silent treatment this past months. Not after the fight you've just had hours ago. But he is also the same man who held your hand after you thought you were pregnant. He was the one who stayed. It is too how his shoulders slump, like he believes it to be true. You can't bear to see him sad, as contradictory as that may sound.

"Mark, right?"

The man nods, still sickly smiling.

"To me it sounds like you're jealous. Which is awful, because you've got a lovely wife" she looks away embarrassed while Mark fumes. "Also, when I turn around, try not to stare at my ass. I saw you when we arrived"

There's nothing left to say, so you walk past them.

"I think that was funny. Don't you?"

He avoids looking at you.

"I called a cab. Should take us back to the hotel"

No thanks. Nothing.

"Alright" your tone is dry. "Do as you please"

He opens the door for you, but his movements seem stiff and unnatural. Like he's second guessing every breath and step.

The car begins to move. You lean against the window, seeing the hues of neon through the glass. Joel's eyes burn holes on your head, a glimpse of brown in the reflection.

"I liked the wedding"

Joel looks at you properly for the first time since the fight. Your hair falls gracefully in cascades, hinting at an effort that tries to pass as a nonexistent one. Your makeup is soft, but your lips are in a shade he can't quite name, yet manage to make them even more fuller than usual. God, he thinks of it smeared on his clothes and mouth, feeling dumb all of the sudden. Then there's the dress. He doesn't have a favorite color, but as of now, it may be red: specially if its the red that hugs your curves, pushes your tits up and gives a little peak of your leg with its open cut, dangerously close to the start of your inner thigh. Not appropriate to wear at a church, maybe not a wedding either, but fuck didn't he care. He'd even rip it off, if it was such a problem.

"It was beautiful" he agrees, softly. "Never been to one. Maybe's why I think so"

You remove yourself from the window, now holding his gaze.

"What?" your mouth drops in surprise. "What about yours? Weren't you married?"

He smiles, but it appears to be sad. "Never got time for a wedding thought"

Joel has told you things. Things he'd never say outloud to anyone else. So whenever he opens up, letting you in, you let him, feeling that familiar pleasing ache in your chest at the thought of being enough: enough to be trusted with a piece of him. Of Joel Miller's heart.

The rest of the ride is silent, your mind still on Joel's hand on your back, on his words, and how the sting never goes.

In every thought of yours, he is.

"What'appened to your nails?"

The question catches you off guard. You're surprised he even noticed at all. But your hand lays in the space between his and your dish, stiff, as if waiting for him to hold it.

"Oh" you remove it from the table, placing it in your lap. "I chipped the polish off"

"Why?"

You turn to look at him, brown eyes examining you curiously, as if he didn't know you. Like he hadn't almost whisper those three words you had been tettering around as well.

"Why what Joel?" tone brash.

He scoffs at the change again, shoulders slumping a bit. Probably in annoyance, perhaps in defeat.

"Dunno" he goes back to his dish, cutting the steak with a bit too much force. I thought we were okay again. "S'rry I asked"

Your chest tightens, as it had been doing lately.

Was this the only thing you knew how to do now? Hurting Joel?

"No, I'm sorry"

It's his turn to get back at you. "Sorry for what?"

You swallow the lump that's formed in your throat, avoiding his gaze.

"I-"

Your eyes nervously dart across the room, trying to ignore the churn of your stomach and knot on your throat. You then catch the perfect distraction.

"I think Mark is staring at us again"

"What?" Joel asks in disbelief at your change of topic.

"Mark is staring" you sigh, getting up and dusting your dress off. "Wanna put on a show?"

"I didn't come to a wedding and wore this dress to be seated all night" you extend your hand. A quiet truce settles in between. "Let's dance"

At some point he gets up and takes your hand. It feels good. For a moment, be it childish or foolish, your mind thinks this is how it is: with no one around to know you, you're his and he's yours. It's just the two of you, dancing and laughing under the lights. He'd know the song that's playing, and when you'd ask, unfamiliar, Joel would joke: how could ya' know it, if you ain't even born yet?

For just a moment, it feels like it could be.

The music is soft. It's some sort of rendition of Lady, Lady, Lady by the band Jim hired to play at his wedding.

Joel's clammy hands slip against your cold palms as you walk to the dance floor.

"Nervous?" you ask, biting back a smile.

He squints his eyes at you. "I'm just outta practice, 's all"

You laugh. "I would've never guessed"

He shakes his head, but the ghost of a smirk hides in his lips.

"Cheeky baby. Now you actin' funny?"

Joel's hand finds its place in your waist, holding firmly as the first verses go by.

Dancing behind masks, just sort of pantomime.

But images reveal whatever lonely hearts can hide.

"Maybe I'm just tired" you reply, placing your head against his chest. His heart starts drumming faster, and you hear him gulp.

"It ain't even midnight yet"

You close your eyes, feeling every breath of his chest against your cheek.

"You know that's not what I'm talking about"

Lady, lady, lady, lady

I know it's in your heart to stay

"Y/n-"

Lady, lady, lady, lady

"I'm sorry" this time clearer.

His body rocks yours slowly to the tempo of the music, and for a brief moment, amongst the sea of guests and the voice of the singer, time stops, and it's just him and you.

"Don't"

He can't bear it. Not tonight.

When will I ever hear you say

I love you

Not when your body feels so well against his, your head resting on his chest like all those nights ago, where Joel held you close, the silent promise of never letting you go on his warm strong embrace. Not when just the thought of losing you is too unbearable to even think of. Not when today, he can let his mind drift away and heart beat, dreaming of things that'll make him the butt of the joke. For a moment, you're not wearing this red dress that's making him insane. You're all in white and there's a ring in your hand, just as there's one in his. You'd dance and say I'm yours, forever. A giggle. You can't get rid of me. And he'd smile and reply a Good, wasn't plannin' to.

But now he feels like he's going to lose you forever.

"I missed you" it's your way of trying, again.

His head is a whirlwind of emotions.

"Yeah?"

You lean closer, until his cologne burns in your nostrils.

"Yeah"

Time like silent stares, with no apology

"Joel"

Move towards the stars, and be my only one

This time, he finds it impossible to shut you up. Not when you've raised your head until your eyes meet his, and the constellations he very much loves are ever present in your stare.

Reach into the light, and feel love's gravity

"Yeah?"

You pull in closer, and he can feel the whiff of champagne coming out of your mouth. Your lips are parted, and a shaky whisper is all it takes for his head to spin, drunk in love.

"Please"

That pulls you to my side, where you should always be

Your lips are so inviting. All he has to do is cut the centimeters separating your mouths.

But it's a wall. One filled with doubts, fear and the quiet rage of rejection.

His voice wavers when he starts speaking.

"I think-"

He hasn't even finished his sentence, but your heart is already broken.

No wonder why you've always treated it like a burden: nothing is worst than a heavy heart.

Maybe he'd come to realize just how absurd this all was. Him, much older than you and Sarah's dad. How could he let his daughter's bestfriend go this far. That he was a forty something guy, dancing with a twenty two year old girl. That love comes in all shapes and sizes, but there's no name for this you have going on since last summer. Perhaps, there'll never be.

"Please" you hear yourself repeat.

It started as a plea for a kiss. You don't know what you're begging for anymore.

"No, baby-"

And Joel is the first to step back.

Lady, lady, lady, lady, I know it's in your heart to stay

The cold water of rejection hits you in the face, far from his warm embrace, the contour of his face, centimeters away, now meters.

"We can't"

An ocean away.

"Joel-" your throat tightens, panic bubbling in your chest.

"I think we should stop"

The whole world around you does as soon as those words leave his mouth.

Sorrow is quick to turn into anger, and all those months of guilt, rush, thrill, labored breaths, broken rules and promises you held to your heart as an oath, sweet whispered cons in your pillow that smelled like him. It all comes crashing down with force.

A dry laugh escapes past your lips. Joel winces at the sound.

"A bit too late for that, isn't it?"

"Baby-"

"Don't call me baby" you hiss, feeling your vision blurry. "Don't call me like you meant it"

"I do" the music has reduced to a buzz in the back of your head. His firm voice borders between desperate and pathetic. "Which is why am making 'tis"

"Fucking coward" you spit, feeling your skin on fire.

Don't give up. Please.

Fight for me. Fight for this.

For us.

"Coward?" it's Joel's turn to laugh. His dark chuckle sends shivers through your skin. "Y' shouldn't be talkin' 'bout that"

"Don't put all of this on me" you raise your shaky finger, accusing. "Don't you fucking dare"

"Thought Mark was watchin'. Or 's that 'nother one of y'r lies?" Joel seethes. "Or maybe ya' don't give a shit 'bout it. Jus' like you ain't give a shit 'bout us!"

"You think this is easy?" your voice raises. "You think I wanted this?"

You think I don't care? That I'm doing well? That I wanted to pull away from you? That I knew things would got as bad as they are?

You think I wanted to fall for you?

His eyes darken. "You started this"

Your heart stops beating. People laugh, the band is still playing and chatter bubbles like the champagne flutes waiters carry by.

But all you can hear is the moment your palm meets his face.

"I wish I never met you, Joel Miller"

And then you rush out the door, your heels burning as much as your eyes and chest. Far from the party, far from the world.

Far from him.

"We ain't done yet!"

You hear him bark behind you, yet your legs don't stop, despite the buzz in your ears and the slight stumble in your walk.

Your voice sounds like it doesn't belong to you when you hear yourself speak, without turning around.

"I think we are"

But Joel doesn't give up, making you feel trapped between wanting to hit him again and let yourself be held.

"Y/n!" he calls out just like he used to when you were a kid. Like you knew no better. Reckless. Berating. But now the taste of bitter mingles with his punishing demeanor.

You spin your heel, walking menacingly towards him.

"Don't call me that" you seethe, jabbing a finger to his chest.

"That's your fucken name!" he shouts.

Tears spring in the corner of your eyes. "You know what I mean"

"Enlighten me, doll" the nickname feels like a slap to your face, and for a moment, you wish he called you by your name again, instead of tainting the always sweet calling with his vitriol, as if the four letters meant something sacred he had profaned. "S'a matter of fact, why don't y'enlight me 'bout everythin' that's goin' on. 'Cause guess what? I'ont know what the fuck is happenin'!"

And it terrifies me.

His shout probably ran across the empty hallway. The music coming from inside sounds like a muffled heartbeat, mirroring your own.

To lose you. I might as well have.

"I don't know why you seem'a hate me now" quiet this time, like every word coming from his mouth take his voice little by little. "Why ya' get all sweet on me after weeks of leavin' me, pushin' me to the side... I'm old, doll. I ain't capable of takin' this anymore"

I'm not capable of surviving a broken heart.

The possibility of losing Joel, foever, had never crossed your mind, not even as you closed off, ignoring the way his brown sad eyes would search yours to try and find answers, maybe scraps of the... whatever it was you shared.

Now, it was real, and it shook you to the bone.

"Was fun while it lasted" closing off, trying to shut the doors he let you in, clawing back to that Joel Miller who couldn't be bent. The one Sarah deemed unbreakable. But it's the same that didn't know when to back down, now praying the price of his foolishness.

I don't regret it, but Joel doesn't have it in him to give you more of his heart for you to take. If he cuts it now, from the root, he'll spare his brain from saving more seconds of the image of you he'd have to get rid off: you, taking your coffee with two bags of sugar because you hated uneven numbers, and three seemed too much for your latte. You, standing on his room like you belonged there. You, on his car, the leather having absorbed some of the floral scent you seemed to carry with you. In your clothes, your skin, your hair. He'd have to go to bed knowing he'd never get to feel your strands in his fingers, tickling the remmanents of desolation he'd been carrying like a second skin ever since Sarah's mother walked away.

Your blood runs cold.

"Fun?" the words spill in a bitter incredulous tone, all the while you're trying to hold to him without raising your hand for him to take it, like just the thought of it would be enough to choose you. Words seem to fail you, and grasping at him feels like holding sand: it keeps falling from your fingers, a cruel reminder of your borrowed time. "Joel"

"Fun" he repeats the word, feeling sick. "As in, you'd marry someone who's worth for ya'. Probably choose Texas, maybe you'll stay away. 'Cause you're smart, and know what's good. But if ya' came back, livin' at the same neighbour, in the house across mine, you'd glance up and see my porch, thinkin' 'bout us, and this will become a joke with y'r husband, 'bout your rebel days. To your kids, summ cautionary tale. To you? An'scape of summ sorts of y'r other wise boring life"

Your shaking at this point, not knowing if it's anger, humilliation or sorrow.

I'm sorry. Please, don't give up on me. Stay.

"I'd be an experience. But to me? Doll" Joel chuckles, humorlessly. "You were everythin'"

A choked up sob bubbles from your chest.

"So that's what you think of me?" you laugh, a sound so hollow it makes his skin shiver. "That this is for the thrill? For the fucking anecdote?!"

"Trust me. I've lived long 'nough, kid. You'll understand later"

It's like all those months next to him meant nothing. Like pulling away from your lips was the easiest thing to do.

"Don't you fucking dare call me a kid!" you push him. "I'm not a kid"

"I know you ain't!" he roars back. "But you don't know shit!"

"Neither do you!" your quick to counter. "You think you've got me all figured out, huh? Bet you think that I'm some helpless naive idiot who doesn't know what I want. I don't know what I'm doing, that you're right. But I do know what I signed up for, the price I would pay" losing you or Sarah. Both. "I wanted it, and newsflash: so did you" you breath, running your hands through your hair, trying to comb some sense of normalcy to ground yourself while you try to recover your composture. His arms lay weakly by his sides, restraining himself from running to you and craddle you on his arms. "You chose this. You chose me, Joel Miller" each word pronounced with contempt. "I'm not a victim. Neither are you"

A dry chuckle escapes past his chapped lips. "What are we, then?"

(Two lonely souls who seek warmth. People who fell into the same bed. Shared time they shouldn't have. Selfish. Living on borrowed time. Always tettering around the edge, so easy to fall. History repeating itself. The dancing around. Dirty, like the Texan roads: and they all lead back to his bed)

"So do it" you shove him again, as if by doing so, you could push him away forever. From your mind, from your heart. From your life. "Say it"

He shakes his head, as if you'd insulted him.

"Sweetheart-"

"Say. It" you bark, tasting the venom on your tongue. "Say it!"

"I can't" looking so small, your resolve almost crumbles. Almost.

"Coward" you spit, repeatedly punching him feebly on the chest as tears stream down your cheeks. He tries to grab your hands, to stop you. "Don't touch me! Let me go"

"I can't" this time louder.

Tears sprout with more intensity at the desperate weight on his tone.

A single drop runs down when you say, defeated: "Quit me"

"I can't!" he shouts in your face, voice breaking slightly.

"Why?!"

"'Cause I fucking can't!" Joel breaks. He crumbles in your arms, body shaking as he buries himself in your reluctant embrace. He speaks again, this time softer, "I can't lose 'cha, baby. If that makes me sum goddamn coward, then so be it"

Something in you stirs. Like a lost boat, finding a lighthouse during a storm. Arriving to shore with gentle waves. Home, where it belongs.

"Joel-"

"I'm sorry for bein' selfish" between agitated and terrified, afraid of the silence and what you may say. "For noticin' your quiet and still carryin' on"

"Joel"

"Believe me, doll. I tried to stop. To leave ya'" he swallows, "but then I got invited and my mind went to ya'. Fast. You were the first person in my mind. Always are. I think that's when I knew. S'okay if you don't-"

"Joel!" you shout this time.

He raises his view from his little spot on your chest.

"It isn't just you" in a whisper that could easily pass as the wind that sweeps inside from the main door. Voice so fragile it hurts like glass. "I feel this too"

Just like that, he's both gone and back. His heart beats on his throat, voice raw when he searches for your eyes and asks:

"You do?"

The big unbreakable Joel Miller, looking at you not like a force to be reckoned with, but as a man, worn down by years of solitude and the weight of a secret.

You smile through the tears. "I've been many things, but a liar never"

He chuckles, softly. "Always was a bad one"

"See?" softly teasing, "you can attest to that"

"Twenty one years seem 'nough"

"Soon to be twenty two" pause. "And I would love it if you were there to see it"

A breath hitches somewhere in the middle of the new aphonia that's settled.

"You don't mean all'at. Think 'bout it-"

"I do" you interrupt him, firmly. You hold his gaze while cupping his face, the fright on his face mirroring your own. "You asked before, remember? There's your answer"

Joel is at loss for words. Was never good with them, less when it came to you: like your presence unsettled him in the same way tornadoes made him quiver when he was a child, rattling him to the bone. But there was a morbid fascination to them, in their destructive nature. Like beauty could be horror too, and he had learnt it thanks to your unforgiving winds that had swept him away from his feet.

He was flying. Fucking flying. Never quite landing. Afraid of the fall.

"I'm scared"

Joel leans in, forehead touching yours. His skin is warm, something about it soothing your nerves down.

"Me too"

You bite back a smile. "Big broody Miller, scared?"

"Y' know how'da disarm a man. I'll give ya' that"

You laugh, eyes crinkling while you swat his chest playfully. It's the same sound he missed so dearly. Joel can feel himself breath with relief.

"Now that's the story I'll tell my kids" could be our own. "The one where I won over Joel Miller"

A deep, rich rumble erupts from his chest as he pulls you even closer, this time, your head the one on his chest.

"I'll do you one better" he slowly moves his leg closer to the inner part of your thighs. "Wanna hear how it ends?"

"Jesus, Joel" laugh tense. Your heart pulses like his cock. Hard. "You sure are a mood killer"

He presses further. "But ya' want it, don't 'cha?"

You whimper, weakly. Truth is, you've been wet since you saw him dress on his rather tight suit. Now, after what you just confessed, you're not sure you can hold back any longer.

"Use y'r words, baby"

"Our room" the possesive adjective making his stomach rumble with need. "Now"

Stumbling feet. Whispered breaths oozing with drunk desire. Giggles. Buttons of an elevator pressed forcefully. A crammed space that felt even smaller. More giggles in a hallway full of doors that looked the same. Some mumbling, trying to remember the room. Grabbing the card from his pocket. You somehow make it to your room. Fumbling fingers. One swipe. Two. Try slower, but his voice is as urgent as strained. The door gives in. Finally, couldn't wait any longer. And he's chastising you, for being so impatient. Yet his eyes are all dark and sweet when looking it at you.

"We're here" and then the door closes with a loud thud. And Joel is yours again, just like he was that night, and forever was since.

You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him back fervently. You open your mouth and let his tongue get inside as you moan his name.

"Please" you whine.

"Please what?" Joel chuckles, enamoured at your hanging mouth and heaving chest. Fucking tease. "Use y'r words, doll"

"Please, Joel" and hearing your name fall out of your lips like it's the most sacred prayer brings him weak to his knees. "I need you"

(I need you, as in I need you here. With me. Now. To never let go and hold my hand, not only when we fuck, but also when we walk, side by side, hands brushing like a touch it's too much to bear. Because if we held hands, I'd never be able to pull back. I need you to look at me as you undress me, because I'm bearing all of me for you, scars, body and secrets, trembling like a scared child, because no one's ever had me. Not like you. Not like you)

"'S right, sweet thing" he drawls out in a husky whisper, like his slick tongue was coated in honey. He pulls your head back, nipping and sucking on your skin. "Say ma' name like 's the only thing you know"

And in a way, it is. Because you'd always call Joel, fingers itching at a number you've memorized until it's burned in your eyelids, like when you close your eyes, you can see him standing in front of you, Texan accent and heavy boots in your doorstep, later to be discarded and hidden beneath your bed.

He pulls back, making you involuntary whine at the loss of his lips and tongue on you.

"Tell me you want this" he's saying, and for a moment, past the fire and the need, you see Joel as not the man who can bring you to come two times in a row, but your bestfriend's dad, who's slept in a bed alone for the past two decades, who can't meet you in the eyes when he undresses himself, looking like the one who's got the more to lose when his lips press aginst yours in a soft manner, not out of tenderness but out of fear.

"I do" without hesitation, as if you would tattoo your promise and wear it like your heart on your sleeve. "I want you, Joel"

You want all of him: from his boring Sundays sprawled on the couch watching a rerun of some old sitcom to his greying hair, aching joints and creaking bones, that despite so, would still kneel and eat your pussy like a man starved, tongue sliding through your folds with a learned ache, pouring the same yearn, longing and hunger that he wears on his eyes when they land on you, no matter if his brown are miles away, because they'd always find your own, like a boat lost in translation and a sea of sorrow coming back home, as if you're the only important thing in the world. His anchor. The lighthouse of his vast ocean of forlorness.

"That's my girl" but no smirk adorns his face, rather a small smile that warms your chest, right as he pulls you back in. There's a shift in the aire as he kisses you know, as if not only his tongue is in your insides but his soul, without holding back this time, like all limits have blurred and melted into a pool of desire and affection.

Joel pushes you down onto the wide bed, climbing on top of you as he kisses your jawline, leaving wet kisses along your warm skin. You moan as every contact of his mouth sends shudders to your body, him taking his time as he works over your jaw, down to your chest.

"Such'a pretty doll. And's mine" his calloused fingers fiddle with your bra, unclasping the lingerie until it falls messily discarded next to the bed. "Got summ nice tits on you, baby" and Joel's eyes sparkle with excitement, lighting up like the neon lights of the Vegas sign, "don't 'cha think?"

Your back arches with his touches, mouth ghosting over your nipple, already pebbled at just Joel's breath.

"Fuck, Joel" you mewl his name, dragged with difficulty as he laps his tongue over your breasts greedily. You can feel Joel's cock pulse and throbb in your thigh as his body hovers over yours, lips still wrapped around your nipple as he suckles and nibbles at the tender flesh.

"'S sorry, doll" he's apologizing in a mocking manner as you whimper at the contact of him against you, suckling hard, tongue swirling and flicking over the sensitive bud as he drew it deeper into the wet heat of his mouth. "Ain't know you'd be so fucken responsive with just a lil' lick at y'r pretty tits"

As your body trembles and quakes, he speaks again.

"Open y'r mouth" you do so, because honestly, you'd never deny him a thing. "Want 'cha to suck on 'tis fingers, like the slut ya're. Get them wet so they feel good against 'tis greedy pussy"

You take the fingers as you'd take his cock, sucking on the skin that tastes like salt and gasoline, a slight bitter taste but you take them as deep as you can, until your lips brush his rough knuckles.

"Good greedy whore" he praises. "Now let me help ya' with that"

Joel gestures your damp panties, taking them off and putting them up his nose, inhaling like he did the first time you ever fucked, back at the beach house that summer that feels a life ago, seawaves crashing onto the shore as they drowned out your moans.

"Sweet" as if your arousal was his favorite dessert, gripping the sticky lingerine until his knuckles turn white. "Fucken wet and drippin', and s'all for me"

He feels your greedy hands fumble with his pants and belt, pulling him closer as the feeling of unfairness at his clothed figure dawns upon you.

"I like how you look in a suit, but right now-"

He laughs, a deep rich sound bubbling up from his chest.

"Ma' baby wants it that bad, huh?" you nod your head feverishly, a beg threatening past your lips.

"Please, Joel. I want to suck your cock" the dirty words come out as quick as a breath. "I missed it so so bad" not caring at all about how desperate you come across or the pitiful begging that's a plea away from drooling out of your mouth with an aching hunger.

"'S that what you want? Draggin' me out'a reception 'cause y'r greedy dirty mouth couldn't keep still? Bet you'd crawl on da' floor just to get a taste of this dick" every word makes you mewl. "Might have to see ya' beggin' for it"

"I'll do it" you beg, voice a wanton plea. "I'll do whatever, I just need to-"

"I see ya' really do"

He removes your hands from his body, chuckling as you pout and whine like a baby.

"Love hearin' ya' so eager fo'me" Joel says, tugging the pants finally down. Through the cloth of his underwear, it's impossible not to see the silhoutte of his hard throbbing dick.

The sight of him, hair disheveled, pupils blown wide, white button shirt now wrinkled and sticky with sweat, tie loose and that faint smell of champagne that clung to his mouth and scent like a second layer of his skin.

"Get on the floor. Now" he commands, and you're quick to obey. "Gonna fuck that dirty mouth of yours until my cum dribbles outta your cheek. S' now? Be obedient if ya' want a taste, slut"

You let out a small whimper as Joel frees his cock from his underwear.

"That's right, baby. Like what ya' see?" his cock is straddling your face in your current kneeling form. "Need that mouth to open wider"

You obey in an instant.

"Good girl"

Joel shoves his cock inside your mouth, giving you a few seconds to adjust before pushing a little further. You bob your head forward but the task proved to be hard when he was thrusting at the same time. His big hard dick hits the back of your throat, a gag dying past your busy lips.

"'S it bad if I tell ya' I like watchin' you squirm and struggle with my cock? 'S fuckin' hot"

You narrow your eyes, struggling to keep your throat relaxed as he thrusts forward, fucking your mouth and throat. Your thighs clasp together, the slick pooling down your legs in the absence of underwear.

Joel's groans become raspier as his body begins to tense.

"'M gonna fuck y'r throat raw, doll. And then, I'm gonna cum. Down y'r greedy throat. 'S my girl okay with that" he can see the plea in your eyes as you choke on his cock once more. "S'alright then. Ya' know I love to spoil ma' girl"

As his body starts to edge closer, his tongue runs loose.

"Love watching you suck ma' dick" he looks down on you, eyes glossy, probably because he was drunk in alcohol and you. "Love how it feels. Love how you feel. Love- I love you"

(There's an involuntary gag somewhere)

Joel's body tenses and it doesn't take that much for you to feel the warmth of his cum go down your throat.

You choke again and he brings his dick out of your throat and let you swallow the rest.

There's a beat of silence, as dense as his fluids down your throat. You avoid his gaze, heart drumming on your chest.

"Doll..." he whispers, the last bits of climax sweating off his skin; all that's left is shame. "C'mere"

(Say it back, he should plead. I know your eyes don't lie, but if I heard those three silly words out of your mouth, I could die happy tonight. A bigger man would beg, but he's never been good, even if he tried)

He helps you get up, wobbly legs not being of help when it comes to the shock of his confession.

I love you.

As much as a tender touch as a knife slitting your chest open in a clean cut.

(You're bleeding love)

Love.

Such a foreign word, one you've never felt before. Yet, what's scary is recognizing that latent warmth on every stolen glance; brush of a hand. The tingles provoked by getting the largest serving, even if his daughter sat at the same table. The flutter of your chest when he tried to be there for you when you thought you were pregnant, even if he was as scared as you. In every little thing he had done since you first started playing with fire, how you wore his heartbeat as an echo and his skin like a second layer to your own.

His lips are swollen when they take yours.

"'S fine" some kind of tiredness seeping through the cracks of his gruff exterior and composed rejected posture. "Ya' don't have to-"

"I love you" you croack out.

His voice comes out impossibly small as he whispers. "What...?"

A fireworks show explodes out somewhere in the background.

"I love you" you repeat, words dripping with an adoration only known to captain's going down with their sinking ships.

You're drowning, but the water doesn't burn your lungs anymore.

"Lemme help with that sore throat of yours" he's tugging down your bottom lip, fingers playing with your mouth to open it. He gazes at you with a look that tugs at your heartstrings. "Open, baby"

Your dry throat and warm mouth welcomes the spit he lands inside.

"There ya' go" and you swallow it, making him curse. "Fuck. 'S so hot seein' you do that, my lil' sweet slut"

"Joel" you whine, hands curled up in white fists as you grab him by the collar of his button shirt.

"Whoa, baby. What's goin' on?" he chuckles softly. "Use y'r words"

"Y-You made a mess-" you blabber, the wet slick between your thigh sticky. "I-It hurts, Joel"

"Hurt?" he cocks an eyebrow. "Care to show me where?"

You sit in the bed, parting your legs, finger pointing out the moist zone.

"Here"

His adam's apple bobs, and the gulp reverberates against the walls of the room.

"Fuck... I see" each word strained. "Don't worry, doll. I can help ya' with'at"

It's his turn to kneel, knees burying on the carpet.

He places one of his big hands on your knee, his calloused fingers tracing absent patterns over the skin. His other hand drums slighty against your trembling leg, so close yet so far. You're so impossibly eager, and a part of him, that fragile ego, is boosted to the roof at your (actual and very real) want for him.

All that glistening pussy was his work. Joel really disarmed you like that.

"If I do this, maybe it won't hurt anymore" his mustache and recently trimmed beard tickle against your sensitive folds as he presses a kiss to your core. You writhe, throwing your head back as your hands fly to his hair, gripping the greying loose curls tightly at the contact. "Will ya' let me eat out this pretty pussy, doll?"

"Please" you let out, breathlessly.

"Love hearin' ya' beg" and he dives in, strong hands holding your thighs on place as he sucks your clit lightly. Your hips buck, his face burying into your cunt to the point his nose touches the warm folds. You moan at the feeling, his tongue now circling against your center.

"J-Joel"

"Feels s'good, right? As good as I feel feastin' on this tight little cunt" and his deep voice sends jolts when it echoes against your walls. You squirm at the sensation, stomach tight with his sucking and licking, misntrations sending you to the edge.

"Joel?"

Barely above a whisper, voice tight.

He looks up to you, pupils blown wide. "Yes?"

"C-Can you finger me, please?"

"Fuck, baby" he whistles. "You really know how'da bring a man to his knees"

And you chuckle at his lame attempt of a joke, not laughing at him but with him.

Joel slides one of his thick, calloused fingers through your soaked folds, feeling the velvet softness of your inner walls clench down on the invading digit, a demonstration of how impatient they were to take his cock. He circles your clit with the pad of his thumb, rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves in tight, slow circles.

"Wanna hear you, y/n" just your name alone on his mouth makes you writhe, and Joel's encouragement as his finger dips lower to tease at your entrance. He slides a second finger into your cunt, pumping in and out of your tight walls in a steady, driving rhythm. You roll against his hand as he curls his fingers. "Fuck yourself on my fingers, baby. Wanna see you ride 'em 'til you come undone. Wanna taste your cum on my tongue as you scream ma' name"

He can feel your body start to tremble, pussy clenching down on his fingers as he fucks you with a relentless pace.

"Shit" he groans, tongue lapping firmly at your clit, "s' fucking tight"

"I-I can't help it" you feel the burning sensation in the corner of your eyes, "I-I feel every inch of you in me"

(Up to your body, head and heart)

"And you ain't even had my cock yet" he's quick to tease. "But I know you'll feel s'good, baby. Takin' my cock like da' good girl y'are"

Tears begin to stream down your face freely, the salty drops hot against your warm skin.

You sniffle, and Joel's movements stop for a bit.

"You cryin'?" but you know damn well he's aroused, by the way he licks his lips absentmindedly as his brown orbs stare back at you, dilatated. You still remember the last time you cried during sex, and how his reaction was practically the same, except this time, it's received with a grateful welcome home. "Fuck, baby- I love when you cry like a lil' cocksleeve over ma' dick"

Despite the lewd words, he's wiping your tears away with his thumb in a soft gentle touch.

"S'okay, baby" he coos, kissing up your throat and onto your chin. Then, you feel a wet sensation on your cheek: but it isn't the tears, yet his tongue, licking the hot stream. "I'll give ya' ma' cock if you want it so much. Now quit your cryin', yeah?"

But you keep sniffling, impossible to close the dam once it's broken.

"My sweet crybaby" Joel mumbles, "I love ya', doll"

"I love you too" each time you said it, a new flower blooming in your heart. It could be. "I do, Joel"

He smiles, the kind of smile that is painful to watch. The kind that says: Is this real? Do I deserve this?

"Y'know I'm bad with words, so lemme show you instead"

He's climbing on top of you as you push yourself into the middle of the bed, lips tangled into a demanding kiss, his tongue dominating your mouth like he wants to tame it. He drops his underwear again, but he's still wearing the goddamn shirt. You whine, and for a second, while over you, he stops.

"What is it, baby?" Joel pants.

"T-take it off" you huff, worked up. You let the tie loose first, starting to unbutton his shirt after. "I want to see you, Joel"

His hand is quick to fly and stop you from taking it off. Even in the dim lit room, you can see the faintest of a blush covering his cheeks.

"Sweetheart..." he mumbles, "I dunno-"

"Please" trying to remove his hand.

"You really wanna?" but behind his teasing smile there's both a hopeful and vulnerable glint to his voice.

You extend your hand, cupping his cheek. He leans into the touch, and for a moment, the world outside ceases to exist, and it's just you, your ragged breaths and the light tickle of his growing beard on your palm.

It could be.

"Because I love you" holding his gaze firmly. "All of you"

"Fuck, baby" Joel starts to get off the shirt, "ya' really made those fuckers downstairs drop their damn mouths when ya' walked in with me. Couldn't believe it, such'a pretty girl could be mine" he snarls, grabbing your face by the chin. "Hell, I'ont believe it either. That you could wanna be with me"

But then you're touching his now naked form before you, fingers slowly tracing through his face to his tense jawline. Then across his broad shoulders to his tummy, feeling the soft swell against your stomach as he leans over your eager form. It's the way you look at him, as if he's the most beautiful man in the world, that makes his breath catch on his throat, staggering.

Your sweet broken voice rings in his head.

It isn't just you. I feel this too.

(Scared. Confused. Happy. Grieving. Loving)

It should be his ego boosted and cock stroked, but when his eyes find yours, it's his heart that feels the fullest.

Fuck, he was too old for this shit.

"Look at 'cha, making lame ol' me a sappy motherfucker" he laughs, the same blush from earlier now more prominent. He leans down to kiss you, his moustache brushing your lips. "If ya' don't stop, I'll take ya' right now and we're gettin' married tonight by summ random Elvis guy"

"What If I wanted that?" you challenge as your mouth presses fluttering kisses to his caging arm, lips stopping on each spot and mole peppered through his thick bicep.

"Then get dressed" you feel him squirm under your insistent lips, "'cause I ain't gettin' married again while naked"

"Where you married, Joel?" you can feel the salt air up your nose of the first night again, asking the same questions. The fact that he's opening to you warms your chest in a pleasant way.

He looks at you absentmindedly, humming as to confirm.

"We were too damn young. Had to, for the baby on the way" he tells. You remember Sarah's aversion to the topic, and given his next words, it makes sense. "Then she left"

I would never leave.

"I'm sorry" you offer instead.

"Don't" the atmosphere is quick to change again as thise words leave his mouth. "Now, where were we?"

You're quick to spread your legs to him, gilstening cunt on full view.

"Good girl" he smirks, lining himself with your warm entrance. "If ya' keep behavin', I might give ya' my cum"

His tip against your clit for a few seconds before pushing down against your hole. Joel groans as his length sinks in your gummy walls, feeling the tightness from before.

"You feel s'good" grunting as he slowly pushes in, letting you adjust to his girth. "Always do"

He presses a gentle kiss to your sweaty hairline.

"Tell me how it feels"

"Good" you mewl. "Big"

"Ain't that right" he chuckles.

"Need it all. Please" and you grip his neck tightly, arms around it. His nose brushes against yours as he grunts out a You little minx. "Want it, Joel. I can take it"

He bottoms out. "Then do"

"Fuck" you curse, cunt stretched to adapt to his girth. You breath in painfully, and Joel's eyes lace with concern. "I-It's fine"

"Sure? I can wait"

"I’m okay" you assure him, moved by his care for you. You buck your hips. "You can move"

He starts by setting a slow pace, taking all the space insade your clutching heat. Joel groans at the sensation, your walls gripping him like a vice as he continues to move in a slow motion, pounding into you with deep, powerful strokes. Yet, as his arms cage you by your sides and you look at him with certainty, he picks up a brutal pace, just as you like it, slamming into you over and over again, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filling the small bathroom.

"K-keep going" you grip his left arm. Joel lets out a hiss as your nails dig on his skin. "Feels so good"

"Good'nough for you to cum on m'dick?" he groans huskily in your ear, breath ghosting on your skin like a hot kiss. "Gonna fill you up, doll. I'll mark you as mine, now and for da' rest of y'r life"

The way his voice drips with dominance as he commands you, filled with a rough rich baritone tinted with a possesive hunger, his hips moving faster as he drives into you with force, pistoning harder is enough to set you on edge.

He leans forward, capturing your lips in a kiss.

"Cum f'me, baby. Let me hear ya' cryin' over my cock"

Tears. Stars. Grunts. Moans. Cum.

Your cry for his name against his lips is how you announce your orgasm, washing over you. Your walls flutter as Joel lets you ride slowly through your climax.

"There ya' go, baby. Go on, ride it" then, he pauses. His face strains. "Hold on tight. I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum. Right there, baby. Stay"

Somewhere along the moans and the writhes of your soft skin against his hard planes and soft belly, Joel asks where you want it. Inside, you hear yourself say, eager to feel all of him again, filling your insides, invading every inch of your body until a part of himself leaks into your heart. He's then blabbering as your walls and heart flutter, about kids and other things you both want but can't have. Tonight, though, as he Joel buries himself deep inside you, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he starts to come, grinding against you, making sure you feel every last spurt, every last bit of his release, you allow yourself to believe.

He pumps some shallows thrusts inside of your slick dripping cunt, emptying himself, before pulling out and looking down at you with a tired smile.

"I love you" he says again in fervent whisper, as if by repeating it, he could materialize it. "I love you so fucking much, y/n. And if ya' can't accept that, can't believe in that, then... then I'ont know what the fuck I'm gonna do. 'Cause I can't lose ya', baby. I can't"

"You won't" you don't know why it comes so easy, or why the promise slips as natural as a breath. "I'm here, Joel Miller. You won't lose me"

credits: divider @kodaswrld / gif @loregifs

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throatgoat4u · 3 months ago

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breakfast

word count: 10k

summary: matt moves to la and ghosts you, breaking your heart, but when the opportunity arises, you decide to get your revenge

warnings: emotional abuse, psychological manipulation, gaslighting, toxic relationships, exploitation of vulnerability, heavy emotional distress

a/n: guys this might be a long read...... also this is for @bernardsbendystraws song writing challenge thingy. i'm actually shocked i was able to even write this cause like i'm lazy and procrastinate a lot and the fact that the challenge had a deadline too?!?! i'm amazed. i worked pretty hard on this one and i think this just might be one of my favorite things i've written. ps and by the way, i will be calling the reader cherry in this so that's what people will call her and what she introduces herself as! also one last detail, this doesn't happen in the span of like a few weeks or like 1-2 months, this story takes place in the span of like almost a year. so yeah... enjoy!

toodles sluts :)

matthew bernard sturniolo.

god, you couldn’t stand the man. but looking at him now, his life a complete mess, there was nothing sweeter. and the best part? it was all because of you.

four years ago, the two of you were in high school. you and matt had this sort of relationship where you did practically everything like a couple—going on dates, giving gifts, whispering sweet nothings to each other, cuddling, kissing, the pda, fucking—but you were never actually official. matt didn’t do labels until he was sure. and you, like the naive girl you were, went right along with it, telling him you’d wait until he was ready.

he had promised you the world, swore up and down that you were the only one who truly understood him. it’s you and me against the world, baby. one day, i’m gonna marry you, you know that? but they were all lies. lies, lies, lies. the only thing that high school failure was good at was lying—and making it sound so convincing. and you? you had been dumb enough to believe every word.

when you two graduated, he left for la to pursue youtube with his brothers, and naturally, he fed you more lies. baby, i’ll come visit you every few months. we’ll call and text every single day, i swear. i’d never leave you, you know that, right? i love you.

it still astonished you how easily those words had slipped from his lips, how effortlessly he could say them without meaning a damn thing. but the saddest part? you ate it all up like a starving man who hadn’t eaten in years. you believed every single word because—why wouldn’t you? he was the love of your life.

for a while after the move, you and matt stayed in touch, talking almost every second. ten-hour calls, facetime marathons, endless text messages—the works. but slowly, you noticed the shift. he started withdrawing, calling less, ending conversations quicker, taking longer to reply—or not replying at all. when he did, it was just to blow you off. i’m busy. shit, sorry, next time. and you bought it. of course you did. he had just moved to la, and being an influencer wasn’t easy. you gave him the benefit of the doubt. that was��until he just stopped. he never replied. all calls and texts went unanswered. he had ghosted you.

you were left utterly broken. he had promised you so, so much. you two were supposed to spend the rest of your lives together. you were supposed to be endgame.

but the wallowing didn’t last long.

one day, you opened instagram to find a post—matt shamelessly making out with some girl at a party. a flood of emotions hit you all at once. sadness, confusion, hurt, betrayal. but most of all—anger.

how could you have been so blind? you gave him everything. your time, your trust, your heart. and he threw it all away like it was nothing.

you weren’t going to let it slide.

so you started planning.

now, four years later, you executed it perfectly. it wasn’t easy—oh no, it was tedious. every step had to work seamlessly for the next to fall into place. one wrong move and the entire plan would collapse.

and what plan exactly?

well, in theory, it was a very simple nine-phase plan. you didn’t even mean for the tenth phase to happen, but it did.

phase one: move to la

this was easy. you had finished college with a degree in fashion marketing, and job offers from la weren’t exactly uncommon. all you had to do was pick the highest-paying, most reputable one, and you were on your way.

you settled into the city faster than you expected. the air was thick with ambition, the streets buzzing with influencers and socialites desperate to be seen. it was a world fueled by image, where clout mattered more than character. and if you played your cards right, it was a world where you could thrive.

phase one: complete

phase two: befriend an influencer (preferably one with connections to matt, preferably tara yummy)

why tara yummy? simple. she threw some of the biggest parties in la, meaning tons of other influencers—some of whom could have connections to matt—would be there.

befriending tara? well, that was a process. you had to admit, you stooped to some pretty unethical and borderline pathetic measures to make it happen. and all for what? revenge on a boy. pathetic.

still, you stalked her obsessively, tracking where she would be and when. you knew her schedule for every day of the week—surprising, right? like, tara yummy having an actual schedule? technically, no. but she did go to the same coffee shop every day at exactly 12:43 p.m.

why 12:43? who the fuck cares? as long as you could follow her to her next location, you were fine with whatever time she picked for her little coffee rendezvous.

saturday, february 15, 12:42 p.m.

you were parked outside the coffee shop, drumming your fingers against the steering wheel, the hum of the engine filling the silence. your eyes flickered to the time on your phone.

what if she decided to go somewhere else today? what if something came up? had you picked the wrong day?

then, at exactly 12:44, you spotted her—rushing inside, her oversized sunglasses perched on her nose, phone in one hand, car keys in the other.

you let out a breath you hadn’t even realized you were holding, watching as she ordered her iced oat milk shaken espresso with one pump white mocha, one pump caramel, light cinnamon powder, and vanilla sweet cream cold foam. (don’t ask.)

when she finally got her coffee and walked out, you turned on your car, keeping an eye on her as she made her way back to hers. now, all that was left was to follow her—hopefully to somewhere public where "accidentally" running into her wouldn’t be suspicious.

you waited a few moments before pulling out behind her, keeping a safe distance—close enough to track her, but not close enough to look like you were tailing her.

she drove for about ten minutes before pulling into target’s parking lot.

your eyes lit up almost instantly. perfect.

you parked a few spots away on the opposite side, ensuring a clear view of her. watching carefully, you waited until she stepped out of her car and started toward the entrance before making your move.

inside, you immediately noticed—no basket.

an idea formed in your head.

you trailed behind her, watching as she browsed the aisles, picking up items—a blanket, a book, some makeup, shampoo, conditioner—until her hands were completely full. she stumbled a bit, dropping things occasionally.

this was it. your chance.

you turned down an aisle, walking toward her while she unknowingly walked in your direction. just as you neared her, you looked down at your phone—pretending not to see her—before crashing right into her.

her things tumbled to the floor, and you let your phone slip from your hands for added effect.

"oh my god! i-i’m so sorry, are you okay?" you asked, putting on the best fake concerned voice you could.

she looked up at you and smiled. "yeah, no, i’m okay. how about you?"

"i-i’m fine, don’t worry about me. i’m so, so sorry again. i should’ve been paying attention."

"hey, no, don’t be sorry. it wasn’t really your fault. hell, it wasn’t really either of our faults," she said, laughing as she bent down to pick up her stuff. but you beat her to it.

"no, here, let me get that for you," you said, gathering her things. as you handed them back, you put on a puzzled expression. "wait, you don’t have a basket?"

she shook her head, and you tsked softly before placing each item into yours.

"what are you—" she began, but you cut her off.

"no, it’s okay. i didn’t really have anything in my basket anyway. it’d probably be more useful to you," you said, handing it to her.

she smiled, taking it from you. "stop, thank you so much, you’re so sweet."

"no, stop. it’s really nothing, i don’t mind," you replied, playing it off casually. then, after a brief pause, you added, "oh, and by the way, you’re like… really, really pretty."

"o.m.g. shut up. like, actually. you’re too sweet," she giggled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"no, i’m dead serious. you’re gorgeous."

"well, you too. like, oh god, you look like one of those really hot girls i see who just seem so unapproachable and intimidating," she mused, eyeing you up and down.

"why, thank you," you replied with the kindest smile you could muster. "sorry if this interaction is kinda awkward… i’m new to la and sort of looking to make friends." you lowered your voice a little, trying to sound just the right amount of shy.

her eyes widened, and her mouth parted slightly. "well, consider me your first friend. i’m tara."

"…cherry," you responded.

"nice to meet you, cherry. c’mon. you’ll be walking with me now," she smiled, grabbing your hand and dragging you along.

phase two: complete.

phase three: get invited to a tara event

over the next few weeks, you spent most of your time with tara, considering she was your only friend.

you went shopping together, got your nails done, hit the gym, had spa days, and she even showed you all the best clubs and bars in la. the two of you really hit it off, and it kinda made you feel bad that you were using her. kinda.

wednesday, march 5, 2:54 pm

you and tara were sitting on her bed, planning out her next big party. but this party wasn’t just any party—it was for you. she wanted to throw an event so you could branch out and meet new people because, being a loner in la? yeah, no, you weren’t going to let that happen. especially not with your plan in motion. if you stayed invisible, everything would be ruined. matt would win, and you'd lose once again.

"so, um… tara… how big is this party going to be, exactly?" you asked, carefully faking a nervous tone as you sat cross-legged on her bed, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. you needed to convince her you were an introvert. playing that part would help you blend into the background and make it easier to focus on your real goal.

tara barely looked up from her phone, scrolling through pinterest, tapping on various pins as she pulled ideas for the event. “well, i’m inviting the usual crowd, so it won’t be too big,” she replied casually. “just enough to get the party vibes right.”

"right..." you sighed, casting a quick glance at the laptop screen, pretending to chew your lip nervously. your act was flawless, but the truth was, you weren’t anxious about being around people—you were just anxious about matt. you knew him all too well, and if he didn’t show up, everything would fall apart. matt was a big homebody, after all. if he didn’t come, you’d have a much harder time achieving your goal.

you needed to know exactly who matt would hang around at the party, and that meant focusing on his closest friends. it was a given that he'd stick close to his girlfriend, macy, but you had to make sure you pinpointed the others—the ones who would be your best shot at making things happen.

the two of you spent the rest of the day bouncing ideas around for the party. tara wanted to host it at her place, and you both decided on a theme—black, white, and a rich, dark red. it was bold, dramatic—something that would definitely make a statement.

tara had already invited a ton of people. for her, it was just another night to throw a party, another chance to be around her usual influencer crowd. but for you, this was more than just a party. this was the perfect opportunity to get closer to matt's friends and, eventually, get closer to matt himself—so you could finally tear him down.

“so, who all did you invite?” you asked, trying to sound casual, but your mind was already mentally listing off everyone who might be there.

tara smirked, eyes flicking up from her phone as she responded, “oh, you know, the usual bunch. larray, quen, carrington, jake, johnnie… some of the other la influencers. then, of course, there’s the triplets—matt, chris, and nick.”

you nodded along, your expression neutral, though internally, you were bracing yourself. you already knew the triplets, of course. but this party wasn’t about them. it was about the other people who would be there.

“that’s a lot of people,” you said, trying to keep your voice light, but your mind was already working overtime. “what’s the vibe like with everyone? how do they all mix?”

tara shrugged nonchalantly as she tapped away at her phone, her attention already shifting back to the planning. “honestly, they’re all chill. some can be a little extra—like, really extra—but nothing you can’t handle. you’ll fit right in. just make sure you make an entrance, you know?”

you gave her a knowing smile, nodding along, though your mind was elsewhere. you weren’t here to fit in. you were here to observe, to learn who matt’s closest friends were, to subtly insert yourself into their world. and then, you’d take him down. piece by piece, without him even realizing it.

this party was just the beginning.

phase three: complete

phase four: figure out just who’s in matt’s inner circle

you looked in the mirror as you fixed your hair, making sure everything was just right. the tight black dress hugged your hips in all the right places, the slit riding high enough to leave barely anything to the imagination. your hair was perfectly blown out, sleek and cascading down your back like silk. but still, something was missing.

your eyes landed on the red lipstick sitting on the vanity. you grabbed it, uncapping it with a flick of your wrist before carefully applying it to your lips. the deep, sultry shade coated them perfectly, adding just the right amount of boldness to complete the look.

perfect.

you pressed your lips together, ensuring the color was flawless. now, you were ready.

tara walked into the room, and her jaw practically hit the floor. her eyes widened as she took you in, her gaze trailing from your perfectly blown-out hair to the curve-hugging black dress and the deep red lipstick that added just the right amount of danger.

“oh my god.” her voice was barely above a whisper before it quickly turned into an excited squeal. “cherry, you look stunning! you might’ve just been my lesbian awakening because what the fuck?!?” she said, walking toward you with wide eyes.

you giggled, rolling your eyes as you turned slightly to check yourself in the mirror one last time. “oh, shut up,” you mumbled, but the slight flush on your cheeks betrayed you.

“no, no, i’m being dead serious.” she placed her hands on her hips, giving you an exaggerated once-over. “like, i cannot believe you’ve been hiding this version of you. you look gorgeous.”

“thanks, t,” you murmured softly, your lips tugging into a small, satisfied smile. but before you could revel in the compliment for too long, tara’s expression shifted.

“but,” she said, her tone a little more serious now, “i actually came up here to tell you a lot of people are here now. i know you’re not the party type, but… it’s your party. you need to come down.”

you almost laughed out loud at that. not the party type? oh, if only she knew. at least you’d done a good enough job convincing her that you were shy and reserved. it was all part of the plan.

“yeah, yeah, i know,” you mumbled, tugging your dress down ever so slightly, playing up the nervous act just a bit longer. “can… can you come with me? and maybe… stay with me? i don’t really want to be alone with so many people around.” your voice was soft, almost timid, as if the idea of walking into a crowded room made you anxious.

tara’s features softened instantly, her eyes filling with warmth as she gave you a reassuring smile. “of course i’ll stay with you,” she said, reaching out to squeeze your hand gently. “i won’t leave you alone for a single moment tonight, ‘kay?”

you nodded, offering her a small, grateful smile as you took a deep breath.

perfect.

you followed tara as she began to walk out of the room, her arm loosely linked with yours as the two of you made your way downstairs. the muffled bass of the music grew louder with each step, the sounds of laughter and conversation drifting through the hallway.

as you reached the bottom of the stairs, you scanned the room quickly, your mind already working.

the party was in full swing. influencers, tiktokers, and la’s finest were scattered everywhere, drinks in hand and smiles plastered on their faces.

but you weren’t interested in any of them.

your eyes swept the crowd, zeroing in on the people who mattered most. matt’s friends.

they weren’t hard to spot. matt—whenever he did decide to show up at events like these—always stuck close to the people he felt most comfortable with. usually, that meant nick, chris, and a couple of his closest friends. and tonight was no different.

one person caught your eye almost immediately. larray.

he was laughing, completely immersed in whatever conversation he was having. matt had never looked happier in a group of people and it was sort of like a stab to your heart but you quickly shook the feeling off, refocusing on the small group that surrounded matt. nick, chris, larray… and macy.

macy. matt’s new girlfriend.

the girl who had everything you ever wanted.

she was perched right beside him, her hand casually resting on his arm like it belonged there. she looked so comfortable, so secure in her place next to him. it made your stomach turn.

but not with sadness.

with determination.

there they were—laughing, chatting, blissfully unaware that they were about to become pawns in your little game.

but timing was everything.

you weren’t about to make your move too soon. not when there was so much at stake. so, for now, you waited.

you stuck close to tara, mingling with other guests and keeping up appearances. you laughed at jokes, smiled at compliments, and made small talk with influencers you barely cared about. to anyone watching, you looked like you were just another girl trying to blend into la’s social scene.

but your focus never strayed too far.

your eyes flicked back to matt’s group every chance you got, tracking their every move without being obvious.

nick and chris were in their usual spots, close to matt but engaged in their own conversations. larray was his usual vibrant self, effortlessly making everyone around him laugh. and macy… well, she was glued to matt’s side, just as expected.

you kept waiting, biding your time as the night dragged on.

and then, finally, it happened.

matt, nick, and chris stepped away, heading toward the backyard—probably to get some air or escape the chaos for a moment.

perfect.

your heart pounded in your chest as you took a deep breath, steadying yourself.

“tara,” you murmured softly, leaning closer so only she could hear, “i’m gonna go grab another drink. be right back.”

“want me to come with?” she asked, her eyes flickering toward the crowded bar area.

“nah,” you smiled, shaking your head. “i’ll be fine.”

she nodded, giving you an encouraging smile before turning back to her conversation.

and with that, you made your move.

your eyes locked onto larray, who was still standing near the bar, chatting and laughing with a few other people.

game on.

you made your way to the bar, grabbing some random drink that had been left unattended, and started to move toward larray. you made sure to stumble a bit, really selling the whole oops, i’m tipsy act. when you were close enough, you “tripped,” falling forward and spilling your drink all over him.

“shit. my bad. i didn’t mean to do that. i’m so sorry. are you alright?” you asked frantically, eyes darting around for anything to help. you spotted a napkin nearby and quickly handed it to him.

“yeah, i’m okay. chill, girl, damn!” he said, laughing it off as he wiped the drink off his shirt, giving you a playful side-eye.

“gosh, i’m sorry. i might be a little more drunk than i thought. i usually don’t trip over my feet like this,” you mumbled, shifting nervously.

“bitch, it’s okay. i promise, it’s not that deep. my clothes will dry.”

“yeah, i know. but i still feel bad.”

“well, don’t.” he waved you off, flashing you that bright, easy smile. “anyways, i’ve never seen you ‘round. you new here or what?”

“uh, yeah. i moved to la about a month ago for my job.”

he hummed, grabbing his drink off the table and taking a sip. “what do you do?”

“i actually work in fashion marketing.”

his eyes widened instantly, his interest clearly piqued. “wait, so like… do you get all the tea on the brands? tell me everything.”

you giggled softly, shaking your head. “sadly, not yet. i just started. but, trust me, you’ll be the first to know when they let me in on all the juicy shit.”

“you better.” he gave you a pointed look, but his grin was playful.

“cross my heart.” you smirked, making a little x over your chest.

“mm, i like you already.” he gave you a wink before glancing around the room. “but, babe, why are you stuck talking to me when there’s a whole party happening?”

“honestly?” you shrugged, flashing him a sheepish smile. “you’re the most interesting person here.”

“aww, stop it, i’m blushing.” he fanned himself dramatically, making you laugh.

“seriously, though,” he leaned in a little closer, lowering his voice, “stick with me tonight, and i’ll make sure you have fun.”

perfect.

throughout the entire night, you stayed glued to larray’s side. he was the perfect guide to la’s influencer scene, introducing you to a lot of people—some of whom you already recognized from social media. but your focus wasn’t on them.

no, your interest was piqued when he introduced you to madison and quen.

it quickly became clear to you that they were probably the closest people to matt—along with larray.

you watched closely, noting the way they spoke about him, the way they laughed at inside jokes that only came from years of friendship. it was subtle, but the familiarity was there.

these were the people who mattered.

and they were exactly who you needed to get close to next.

you slipped seamlessly into conversation with them, playing up the charm and matching their energy effortlessly. it was easy, really—madison was sweet and warm, and quen? well, she was sharp, funny, and didn’t seem to take shit from anyone.

by the end of the night, you weren’t just some random girl who just moved to la. no, you were now on their radar.

the party came to a wrap and as you exchanged goodbyes and promises to hang out soon, you couldn’t help but smirk to yourself.

they had no idea what was coming.

phase four: complete.

phase five: get close to macy

you realized at the party that it wouldn’t have been a good idea to try and talk to macy because she didn’t leave matt’s side once, and matt would’ve immediately recognized you if he had seen you, which would’ve completely jeopardized the plan.

see, the thing is, macy is a model, and your agency just so happened to be looking for some new faces. after the party, you made sure to keep macy in the back of your mind because you knew it was only a matter of time before you’d be working with her in person. it wasn’t long before you got the chance—both of you were assigned to the same photoshoot for a big brand that the agency was promoting.

the first time you saw her in person, she was a lot quieter than you expected. maybe it was because she was surrounded by other models and people she worked with, but she didn’t seem nearly as outgoing as she came off on social media. you had no intention of just jumping in to get to know her right away, but you did make sure to get in a few casual hellos and comments about how excited you were to be working with her.

the shoot itself was long, and there were a lot of down moments while the crew set up shots or adjusted lighting, which gave you plenty of time to talk. you started by talking about the job itself—what it was like working with the agency, the constant hustle, and how draining it all could be. at first, macy wasn’t very open, giving you short answers, but you could tell she was warming up.

after a few hours of talking about everything from the industry to personal stuff, you noticed she seemed a little more relaxed around you. when the crew took a break, you casually offered to grab coffee with her, making sure it didn’t seem like you were trying too hard. macy agreed, and the two of you grabbed a quick coffee from a nearby shop.

over the next few weeks, you found more opportunities to work together, whether it was at another photoshoot or event. each time, you made sure to keep the conversation going, offering small, relatable advice about the industry and connecting on more personal levels. she started confiding in you more—about the pressure to maintain a certain image, the loneliness that came with constantly being on the go, and how hard it was to find genuine friends in a world full of fake ones.

you didn’t push her. you just listened, offering support when needed and being someone she could trust. eventually, she started to reach out to you first, asking for your opinion on various things, and you could tell she was beginning to see you as a friend, not just another coworker.

the real turning point came when the agency booked you both for a big event. during the event, things were relaxed enough that you had a chance to talk one-on-one. this was when you dropped the suggestion—about how your agency had been looking for fresh faces for future campaigns and how they were always interested in bringing in new talent. it was subtle, but effective. macy took the bait, and the next time you talked, she mentioned she’d been thinking about it and was considering taking the next step.

the seed had been planted. you’d gotten closer to her, built the trust, and now you had her in the perfect position. it wasn’t long before macy was fully onboard with the agency's next big campaign, and just like that, your plan was moving forward.

things were falling into place—slowly, but surely.

phase five: complete.

phase six: start spreading the rumors

now that you were getting closer to macy, madison, and quen, it was time to move to phase six of the plan: spreading rumors. subtle, harmless ones at first, ones that wouldn’t immediately seem like an attack, but that would eventually create tension in matt’s friend group. you knew matt’s friends well enough to know that they would start questioning his actions if the right things were said at the right time.

you decided to start with larray. after all, he was the easiest to get to. you’d spent a good amount of time with him, and he was an open book—always down to gossip and willing to listen. it didn’t take much for you to casually bring up the fact that you’d heard a little something about matt during one of your late-night conversations.

“so, like, i don’t know if i’m the only one who’s noticed, but…” you’d start, lowering your voice, like you were sharing some kind of secret. larray, always keen on gossip, would immediately lean in.

“what? spill it,” he’d say, raising an eyebrow.

you’d shake your head, pretending to hesitate. “it’s probably nothing, but i’ve been hearing stuff about matt… like, he’s been kinda distant lately. i don’t know, maybe it’s just me, but i heard he was kinda flaky at the last couple of events. like, not showing up or leaving early.”

larray’s expression would shift slightly, as though he was mulling it over, but he wouldn’t say much at first. you could tell he was processing the information. the next time he was hanging out with matt and the crew, he’d likely file that tidbit away in the back of his mind.

from there, you’d move on to madison. she was always more perceptive, more cautious about things, but you were good at working your way into people’s trust. one day, as you sat together, sipping your drinks, you’d casually bring up something you’d overheard.

“you know, i’ve noticed matt’s been kinda off lately. like, i don’t know if it’s just me, but he seems different. like, more withdrawn? you know, i’ve been hearing that he’s been talking behind people’s backs about his friends.”

madison would pause, taking a sip from her own drink, but her eyes would narrow just a little. “seriously? that doesn’t sound like him,” she’d say. “who’s he been talking about?”

“i mean, i don’t know if it’s about any one person specifically, but i’ve heard him say stuff about the larray before. not, like, bad stuff, but, like, you know, a little judgmental. he’s always got something to say when he’s not around, which is kinda weird, right?”

madison would probably just shrug it off at first, but you'd know that this type of gossip would linger in the back of her mind, especially when she started noticing the little things that seemed off in matt’s behavior.

last but not least, you’d work on quen. she was sharp, observant, and you knew that getting her to trust you enough to believe what you were saying would be a challenge. but you were up for it. your approach would be a little more direct with her.

one afternoon, you’d be hanging out, and you’d make sure to mention something that would start getting her wheels turning.

“i don’t know if you’ve noticed, but matt’s been acting really off lately. like, he’s not as, i don’t know, present? when he’s around the group, it’s like he’s just not… engaged. he’s distant. i heard him say some weird stuff about how he feels like he’s outgrown a lot of the people around him.”

quen would furrow her brows, not immediately responding. “outgrown? huh. that’s… odd. i mean, he’s always been the one trying to keep everyone together.”

“right? and now he’s just, like, pulling away. it’s strange. especially with how close he used to be with everyone.” you’d pause and look at her, as if genuinely concerned, adding, “maybe i’m reading too much into it, but it’s not just me noticing.”

quen would likely stay quiet for a moment, processing it, but deep down, she’d start to think about it. the next time she was with matt, she'd start paying more attention to the way he interacted with the group. the little things would start to show.

with each of them—larray, madison, and quen—you carefully planted just enough doubt to make them start second-guessing matt’s intentions, his loyalty, and his true feelings toward his friends. nothing too drastic at first, just small seeds of uncertainty. but soon enough, the tension would begin to rise. they’d start noticing what they hadn’t before.

and once they did, it would only be a matter of time before matt’s world began to shift.

you let the information sit with them for a while before starting to up the stakes—making the rumors a bit more… compromising.

“girl, don’t even get me started. i heard matt’s been real weird lately,” you say casually, swirling the straw in your drink as you sit next to larray. it’s subtle, but you know exactly what you’re doing.

“uh-uh, hold up.” larray’s eyes widen as he sets his drink down, giving you that signature side-eye. “what do you mean weird? like… weird weird or just matt-being-a-man weird? ‘cause you know these men don’t know how to act.”

you let out a small, dramatic sigh, playing it off like you don’t want to say too much. “i mean… i don’t know, it’s probably nothing. just heard he’s been kinda distant with macy lately. you didn’t notice?”

“not you trying to soft launch tea and then leaving me hanging,” larray gasps, placing a hand on his chest. “spill, bitch. don’t play with me like that.”

“nooo, it’s not that serious!” you laugh, shaking your head. “just… i saw him the other day and he barely acknowledged her. like, he was all up on his phone the whole time. it was just… weird.”

“not him treating macy like she’s on do not disturb,” larray snorts, rolling his eyes dramatically. “ugh, men are so exhausting. they can’t even pretend to care when they’re in public. disgusting.”

you shrug, acting nonchalant, but you know his perception of matt was changing.

onto madison

one night, when you and madison were grabbing drinks after work, you casually brought up matt’s name again, this time in a more pointed way.

“you know, i think i’ve been seeing something with matt,” you’d say, your voice almost too casual, too innocent. “well, not me personally, but macy has been telling me all these things about how matt’s being all secretive with her and stuff. like recently, that’s been our whole topic of conversation while we’re at work. she tells me he’s on his phone more often and how he’s always so dismissive of her questions when she asks him why he’s been distant lately. i don’t know ‘bout you, but it sounds like to me that he might be seeing someone on the sid

madison frowned, clearly uncomfortable. “seriously? that doesn’t sound like him at all.”

you’d nod, looking concerned. “yeah, i don’t know, but it’s been bugging me. i mean, macy doesn’t deserve that. and maybe he isn’t cheating. but why is he still being weird towards her.”

“yeah no, that’s really fucked up.” madison says, feeling a little sad for macy

“i know i shouldn’t be telling macy’s business like that but it was gnawing at me. and what’s worse is that macy doesn’t even consider that he could possibly be cheating on her. like i don’t know. i just- do you promise not to tell anyone?” you ask, trying your best to sound like you’ve been overcome with guilt.

madison nods, giving you a soft smile. “baby, of course i won’t tell anyone. secrets safe with me. in the end, these could all be rumors and a shit ton of overthinking so i wouldn’t really jump to conclusions but i’d definitely keep it in the back of my mind.”

you nod, returning the smile. “thanks. you’re a really good friend.”

“anytime”

you’d pulled off larray and madison, now all you had left for this round of rumors was quen.

after one evening, when you and quen were hanging out after work, you casually said, “have you noticed something with matt?”

quen raised an eyebrow. “what do you mean?”

“i don’t know, it’s just… i’ve noticed that matt is just… different. but like only with one person.”

her eyebrows furrowed in curiosity as she tilted her head slightly. “who?”

“macy.” you said carefully, like her name was some sort of taboo subject. “it’s weird. he’s like a whole different person when she’s not around. like i feel like he’s more of himself when he’s away from her. when she comes around though, he gets all agitated and annoyed. i might be reading into shit but like… i don’t know.”

quen scoffed, but there was a slight hesitation in her voice. “that sounds like some weird shit, honestly.”

“yeah, i mean, it’s not like macy hasn’t caught on either,” you’d say. “she has! but she’s kinda brushing it off, choosing to ignore it. i just feel like she’s making excuses for him. god i just- i feel bad.”

“well who wouldn’t? like no one should treat their girlfriend like she’s trapping them.”

“yeah no, it’s bad. could you like… not mention this to her. she just- she gets all defensive and mad and she’ll probably realize i told you and i’m not trying to be messy i just needed to get this off my chest and stuff.”

“girl i gotchu. don’t worry.”

“thanks.” you mumble.

now it was time for the even bigger ones. the rumors that would really leave them questioning matt.

you sat beside larray, pretending to scroll through your phone as if what you were about to say was nothing. casual. just another piece of gossip in la.

“okay, so tell me why macy was saying matt’s been so busy with filming and working yesterday’s problem lately,” you murmured, keeping your tone light but just loud enough for larray to catch it.

larray raised an eyebrow, already intrigued. “mmm, okay… and?”

you sighed dramatically, like you didn’t want to be messy but just had to spill. “and… quen told me she saw him at a bar the other night.” you paused for effect, giving larray a pointed look. “like… not the filimg. not working on his project. a bar.”

larray’s eyes widened, lips parting slightly. “bitch, what?!” he blinked, processing the information before shaking his head. “oh no. not this man lying through his motherfucking teeth and playing her in her face.”

“right?” you scoffed, biting your lip to hide the satisfied smirk threatening to form. “i mean, maybe there’s a good explanation, but… doesn’t it seem kinda weird?”

larray leaned back, crossing his arms, and gave you a look. “girl, ain’t no way. if my man told me he was working but was out getting going to bars n shit? he’d be single faster than he could even say single.”

“i knowwww,” you drawled, shaking your head, “but macy doesn’t suspect a thing.”

larray sucked his teeth, already mentally adding this to his list of things to bring up later. “ugh, these men. always something. i swear.”

you nodded, pretending to be concerned, but deep down, you knew this was exactly what you needed.

a few days after your conversation with larray, you decided that you’d get madison again. you and madison found yourselves grabbing drinks again, just like before. but this time? you came prepared even more.

“so… remember what i told you about matt last time?” you started, swirling your straw around in your drink, eyes carefully avoiding madison’s as if you were hesitant to even bring it up.

madison’s expression shifted, her brows furrowing slightly. “yeah… what about it?”

you bit your lip, leaning in a little closer like you were about to spill something big. “okay, so… i wasn’t gonna say anything ‘cause i didn’t wanna let macy’s business out into the open again, but… i’ve got more shit on that situation.”

madison’s eyes widened slightly. “girl, what happened?”

you sighed, feigning reluctance, but you wanted this. “so, macy mentioned something again the other day. she said matt’s been going out more—late nights, no explanation, just saying it’s ‘work stuff.’ but like… get this. when she asked him about it, he got defensive. like, super weird.”

madison’s frown deepened, concern flickering across her face. “defensive? over what though?”

“exactly!” you leaned back, arms crossed as if you were just as confused. “like, why get all worked up if you’ve got nothing to hide? and… i don’t know, macy mentioned she checked his location once and he wasn’t even where he said he’d be. she brushed it off, but…” you trailed off, letting the weight of your words hang between you.

madison’s lips pressed into a thin line. “no… that’s shady as hell. if he’s lying about where he’s at?” she shook her head. “girl, that’s not a good sign.”

“right?” you gave her a look that said you get it. “i mean, maybe it’s nothing… but macy’s too trusting. she doesn’t wanna believe he’d do anything like that. but…” you paused, lowering your voice slightly, “what if he is?”

madison’s jaw tightened, her protective instincts clearly kicking in. “ugh, poor macy. i hate that she’s going through this.”

you nodded, your expression perfectly laced with fake concern. “same. that’s why i told you… i didn’t wanna keep it bottled up. but, you know, i just… i feel bad keeping it all to myself.”

“no, no,” madison said softly, shaking her head. “i’m glad you told me. i’ll… i’ll keep an eye on things.”

after that night, things started falling into place exactly how you wanted.

a week or so later, you and quen were hanging out again, this time lounging at her apartment after a long day. casual vibes, just the two of you unwinding, but your mind? it was working overtime.

you waited until the conversation lulled, until the timing felt just right before you spoke up, your tone light but laced with just enough concern to hook her.

“so… remember what i told you about matt and macy the other day?” you said, fiddling absentmindedly with your phone like it wasn’t that big of a deal.

quen glanced over, her interest piqued immediately. “uh, yeah. why? what’s up?”

you sighed, leaning back against the couch like this was weighing heavy on you. “ugh… i wasn’t gonna say anything else, but i’ve been noticing it *a lot* more now. like, girl… it’s bad.”

quen’s brows furrowed, her attention fully locked in now. “how bad are we talking?”

“like… okay, so macy told me that matt’s been avoiding spending too much time with her lately,” you started, keeping your voice low and almost hesitant, like you were scared of even saying it. “she says he’s been making excuses. work, friends, whatever. but get this…” you paused for dramatic effect, watching quen lean in a little closer. “the other day? she said they were supposed to hang out, but matt bailed last minute, saying he had something with the boys. but… quen…” you bit your lip, looking conflicted.

“what?” quen pressed, her eyes narrowing slightly.

“one of my friends saw him that night. and he wasn’t with nick or chris,” you said, lowering your voice. “he was *with another girl.*”

quen’s jaw dropped, her expression flipping from curiosity to full-blown disbelief. “*bitch, what?!*”

“i know,” you murmured, shaking your head like you hated even saying it. “i didn’t believe it at first either. but then i heard it from *two* people. like… what the fuck is going on?”

quen sat up straighter, her lips pursed in frustration. “nah, that’s wild. and macy doesn’t know?”

“nope,” you said softly, shaking your head. “and i don’t know if i should be the one to tell her. i mean, she’s already brushing off so much. she’d probably just think i’m stirring shit.”

quen’s face hardened, her protective side flaring up. “that’s some *bullshit.* she deserves to know if matt’s acting shady like that.”

“i know,” you sighed, looking down, feigning conflict. “but… i don’t wanna be the one to ruin things, you know? i just… i don’t know what to do.”

quen shook her head, clearly irritated now. “girl, don’t worry. i’ll keep an eye on him. if he’s up to something shady, we’ll know.”

you gave her a small, grateful smile, nodding. “thanks, quen. i just… i needed to tell someone. this whole thing’s been eating at me.”

“don’t worry,” quen said firmly, her tone serious. “if that boy’s up to something, he won’t be able to hide it for long.”

and just like that, the wheels were turning. quen was on high alert now, watching matt like a hawk. you didn’t even have to do anything more—she’d handle the rest.

phase six: complete

phase seven: introduce macy to the matt treatment

phase seven was the hardest part.

everything up until now had been about laying the groundwork, planting little doubts in everyone’s minds. but this? this was about making macy feel something that wasn’t even real.

the thing is, matt was a great boyfriend. he wasn’t distant, he wasn’t sneaky, and he wasn’t out here treating macy the way he treated you. and that was the problem.

because if macy never felt the way you felt—if she never experienced the gut-wrenching, soul-crushing matt treatment—then she’d never leave him.

and that? that wasn’t part of the plan.

so, you had to get creative.

step one: distance. but not from matt—from macy’s side of things.

it started small.

“girl, why don’t you ever come out with us anymore?” quen had asked her one night after work, and you made sure you were just within earshot.

macy had laughed it off. “ugh, i know. matt and i have just been spending so much time together lately.”

“damn, glued to his hip, huh?” quen had joked, but the seed had been planted.

and you? you watered it.

“you know,” you said softly the next day, when it was just you and macy grabbing coffee, “it’s great that you and matt are so close, but… don’t you miss having time for yourself sometimes?”

macy frowned a little but shrugged. “not really. i like being with him.”

“of course,” you smiled, keeping your tone light. “but… i don’t know. sometimes too much time together can make things feel… suffocating, y’know? like, matt’s great, but maybe a little space wouldn’t hurt?”

she didn’t agree. not yet. but that’s the thing about seeds—they take time to grow.

step two: fake tension.

if matt wasn’t going to create the tension, you’d have to do it for him.

“ugh,” macy groaned one afternoon while scrolling through her phone. “matt’s been so stressed with everything lately.”

you leaned in, feigning concern. “what’s wrong?”

“just the usual… filming, editing, meetings… he’s been overwhelmed.”

you nodded, playing your part perfectly. “yeah… that’s a lot. has he been… different with you because of it?”

macy’s face scrunched up a bit, her mind already working through a scenario that didn’t exist.

“different how?”

“i don’t know,” you shrugged, keeping it vague on purpose. “sometimes guys get quiet when they’re stressed. pull away a little. they don’t even realize they’re doing it half the time.”

she didn’t say anything after that. but her silence? that was exactly what you wanted.

step three: paranoia.

this was where things got tricky. you had to be subtle, careful not to overplay your hand.

“hey, have you noticed matt texting more lately?” you asked casually one evening, like it was just a passing thought.

macy blinked, looking up from her drink. “huh?”

“oh, nothing,” you waved it off with a smile. “i just… i don’t know. when we were out the other night, i noticed he was on his phone a lot. but it’s probably nothing.”

but it was never nothing.

because now? macy’s mind was already spiraling.

and it worked.

little by little, macy started to feel the things you had felt.

the distance.

the doubt.

the sinking feeling in her gut that something wasn’t quite right, even though matt was still being the same perfect boyfriend he had always been.

but to macy? it wouldn’t feel that way anymore.

because now?

everything felt off.

phase seven: complete.

phase eight: start encouraging macy to break up with matt

phase eight was all about patience.

you knew macy wasn’t ready to let go just yet. she was still holding on, hoping things would get better with matt—even after all the doubts you’d planted.

but that was fine.

because this wasn’t a sprint. it was a marathon.

so you kept playing your part.

you spent more time with her, slowly becoming her confidant.

hangout one: thursday, july 17th, 12:14 pm

another brunch.

macy looked exhausted, her smile just a little less bright than usual.

“you okay?” you asked, keeping your tone light but concerned.

she gave a small shrug, stirring her coffee absentmindedly. “yeah… just tired, i guess.”

you let it go. didn’t push. just offered a soft smile and changed the subject to something easy.

hangout two: wednesday, july 30th, 11:37 pm

a late-night target run.

the conversation was effortless, jumping from one topic to another.

“ugh, i swear, i’m gonna end up living off frozen pizza and sour candy,” you joked, tossing a bag into the cart.

macy laughed, but her response was softer, almost distracted. “at least you know what you like.”

it was nothing. just a passing comment.

hangout three: friday, august 22nd, 10:43 pm

movie night at her place.

you both sat curled up on the couch, the glow of the tv flickering across the room.

“thanks for coming over,” macy murmured, almost too quietly to catch.

“of course,” you said softly, not making a big deal of it.

she didn’t say anything else.

but the way her shoulders relaxed just a little more as the night went on?

that wasn’t nothing.

but none of it stood out.

no lingering looks. no obvious smiles. no heavy silences.

just… a quiet comfort.

she started replying to your texts a little faster.

her invitations to hang out came a little more frequently.

and maybe—maybe—she seemed a little more at ease when it was just the two of you.

but it was subtle.

so subtle that even you didn’t catch it.

because phase eight wasn’t about that.

phase eight was about planting doubt.

and that?

that was working perfectly.

phase eight: complete

phase nine: watch as matt’s life falls apart completely

and this all brings us back to now.

matthew bernard sturniolo.

god, you couldn’t stand the man. but looking at him now—his life a complete mess—there was nothing sweeter. and the best part?

it was all because of you.

his friends had all turned their backs on him. larray, madison, quen—they didn’t look at him the same anymore. the doubt you’d planted in their minds had festered, grown, and twisted everything they once believed about matt.

larray? couldn’t trust matt after the whole “bar incident.” he’d barely speak to him now. anytime matt tried to reach out, larray would leave him on read or reply with some dry-ass response that made it painfully obvious he wasn’t interested. and when he did talk to him?

“girl, i’m busy. find someone else to lie to.”

madison? she kept her distance. she hadn’t confronted matt directly, but you could tell she was piecing everything together. the seeds of doubt you’d planted had bloomed beautifully, and now she didn’t even look at matt the same.

quen? she was the most direct.

“nah, matt,” she had said the last time he tried talking to her. “i don’t fuck with that weird shit. you’re different.”

and then there was macy.

sweet, sweet macy.

she had been the hardest to break. her love for matt was deep—genuine. it took time to unravel that.

but you did it.

every rumor. every carefully crafted conversation. every doubt you whispered in her ear.

it all led to this moment.

she had finally broken up with him.

you weren’t there to see it, but you could imagine how it went down. the tears in her eyes, her voice breaking as she confronted him.

“i just… i can’t do this anymore, matt.”

and matt?

probably standing there, dumbfounded, begging her to believe that none of it was true.

but it was too late.

you had made sure of that.

now, matt was left standing in the wreckage of his own life.

his friends? gone. his relationship? over. his reputation? in shambles.

and he had no idea who was pulling the strings.

you stood on the sidelines, watching it all crumble, a satisfied smirk tugging at your lips.

all that heartbreak? all that pain?

now, it was his turn to feel it.

and the best part?

he never even saw it coming.

but it wasn’t enough.

watching matt’s life fall apart had been… satisfying. no doubt. but it still didn’t give you the closure you needed. not yet.

because he still didn’t know.

and what fun would it be if he never found out?

no, matt needed to see you—face to face. he needed to look you in the eyes and realize who was behind it all. he needed to feel the weight of everything crashing down around him and know that it was your doing.

you needed that moment.

and as fate would have it, that moment was just around the corner.

macy had left something at matt’s place. she didn’t want to go back for it herself—too painful, too fresh—so, naturally, she asked you to grab it for her.

at first, you weren’t sure if it was a good idea. walking back into his space? after everything? but then, you realized…

this was your chance.

you’d have matt all to yourself. no macy. no friends. just you and him.

so, here you were. standing outside his apartment, heart pounding, pulse racing.

you knocked.

once.

twice.

the door swung open faster than you expected, and there he was.

matthew bernard sturniolo.

and he looked like shit.

dark circles under his eyes, hair a mess, his expression was… tired. broken.

“cherry?” his voice was barely above a whisper, pure disbelief written all over his face.

you felt a sick sort of satisfaction bloom in your chest.

“matthew. it’s been a while. how’ve you been lately?” you asked, an almost sadistic smirk tugging at your lips.

he blinked, eyes wide, like he was seeing a ghost. “i-i… wha-what are you doing here?” his voice was barely above a whisper, shaky and unsure.

you tilted your head, feigning innocence. “you really haven’t figured that out yet?” your hand rested on your hip, your tone dripping with impatience. all this hard work, months of planning, and the boy didn’t even have a damn clue. how rude.

but what was even more insulting? the way this idiot had the nerve to shake his head. “n-no.”

wow.

“ugh, you’re as stupid as ever,” you scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief. “it was me, goddamn it. i did it. i’m the reason your sad, pathetic life is crumbling to pieces.”

the color drained from his face, eyes widening—not with confusion this time, but pure, unfiltered terror.

“why… why would you do something like that?” he asked, his voice barely holding together.

you rolled your eyes, a bitter laugh slipping out. “god, are you stupid?” your tone dripped with disdain. “you really don’t remember?”

his silence was answer enough.

“jesus christ, matt,” you muttered, crossing your arms. “four years. four fucking years, and you can’t even remember the shit you put me through?”

his lips parted, but no words came out.

“let me refresh your memory then.” you stepped closer, just enough to watch the panic build behind his eyes. “remember high school? how we did everything like a couple but you never wanted to put a label on it? all that ‘i’m not ready for a relationship yet’ bullshit? and me? i was so fucking stupid, i waited. i waited for you.”

matt’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t speak.

“but it didn’t stop there, did it?” you went on, voice dripping with venom. “no, you kept feeding me lies. you’re the only one who gets me, baby. one day, i’m gonna marry you, you know that?” you scoffed, eyes narrowing. “and like an idiot, i believed it. i believed you.”

his breathing was heavier now, chest rising and falling a little too quickly.

“then you left,” you hissed, your tone colder now. “moved to la. promised we’d make it work, that we’d talk every day, visit whenever we could.” you let out a bitter laugh. “but those calls? they got shorter. the texts? less frequent. until, eventually…” you paused, your gaze hardening as you locked eyes with him.

“you ghosted me.”

his face paled even more, if that was even possible.

“left me wondering what the fuck i did wrong. wondering why i wasn’t enough for you,” your voice cracked, but you swallowed the emotion down, refusing to let him see you break. “and just when i finally started to accept that maybe you weren’t coming back…” you tilted your head, a cruel smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

“i saw the pictures.”

matt’s breath caught in his throat.

“you. at that party. all over her.” the venom in your voice was impossible to miss. “while i was sitting at home, waiting for a text you were never going to send.”

matt opened his mouth, but you didn’t give him the chance.

“and that’s when i realized,” you said, leaning in just enough for your words to cut deeper. “i was never going to be enough for you. but that’s okay. because now?”

you smiled sweetly, though your eyes were anything but kind.

“you’re the one who’s left with nothing.”

you stood there, staring at him for a few seconds, letting the weight of your words sink in. you could see the way he was struggling to process it, the panic mixed with guilt. but it wasn’t your problem anymore. you had done what you came for, and that was all that mattered.

you let out a deep breath, shaking your head in disbelief.

“god, matt,” you muttered, the contempt thick in your voice. “you really are the worst.”

you turned your back on him, hearing him call your name weakly, but you didn’t stop.

"you're nothing but a liar and a coward," you threw over your shoulder. "so enjoy the mess you made. you deserve every bit of it."

without looking back, you walked towards your car, your heart pounding, but not from anger—no, from a strange kind of satisfaction. for the first time in years, it felt like everything was finally in place. like all the puzzle pieces had clicked together, and you had everything you needed.

you slid into the driver's seat, slamming the door shut. you could still hear him shouting your name, but it didn’t matter anymore. his voice was nothing now.

you put the car in drive, the engine rumbling to life, and slowly pulled away from the curb.

as you made your way home, your mind wandered back to macy.

phase ten

you couldn’t help but smile, the anticipation building. it had been a slow burn, but now, things had shifted in ways you hadn’t even expected. what started as a plan to destroy matt had turned into something much more unexpected. you had gotten under his skin—and now, macy’s too.

the thought of macy, her soft lips against yours, the way she started leaning into you more and more, her touch lingering a little longer than it should’ve—none of it had been planned. but here you were, with a beautiful, broken mess of a boyfriend’s ex, and she was yours now.

you smiled to yourself as you sped down the road, your thoughts consuming you.

phase ten: ravish your new girlfriend's body completely.

and just like that, the plan was over. the game had changed. you didn’t need revenge anymore—you had her.

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" what your DR s/o loves about you + letter from your s/o "

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ what better way to celebrate valentine's day than to share your s/os feelings for you ?

i hope you find what you may be looking for, and if i was able to help in any way then i'm glad. and just like any other reading you find, take what resonates and leave what doesn’t

ꨄ take a deep breath and choose the treat you are most drawn to…

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ꨄ ok i get the feeling that your relationship with your s/o is a wild adventurous one, fast paced yet a long drawn out one. perhaps some of you have been with them before “ officially ” getting together. or maybe an on again, off again situation. i got the sense that, someone, particularly your s/o being confused regarding their feelings. maybe it took them longer than they would like to admit, just how deeply they feel for you. but oh my pile one, they feel so much for you !

ꨄ they may play it cool on the outside, but on the inside… they are totally gushing over you. maybe for the first time in a long time you’ve brought out their inner child and they are just entirely giddy being with you. you definitely have been in their head for a long time, no matter what they do they think about you. they have definitely caught themselves thinking things like “ oh you would love this dress. ” or “ i can't wait to tell you about this. ”

ꨄ they truly admire your willpower and ambition. you just don't give up. it’s a quality they wish they saw more in themselves, i mean overall you definitely inspire them to be the best version of themselves. i get the feeling that some of you may be shifting to a fame DR, specifically one in which you are an actor. i sense that you and your s/o work in the same/similar career. I think that's part of the reason they admire your ambition so much.

ꨄ whether or not you are shifting to a fame DR, and this might only be for a select few, but i get the sense that you two at some point or another have had to keep your relationship hidden. secret glances, hushed voices, hidden rendezvous and all. maybe this was a source of conflict in your relationship, but i think your s/o actually really liked the thrill of it, whether they admitted it or not.

ꨄ you two seem to be really competitive individuals, you both push each other to their best. even if your s/o shows irritation for this from you, they are really grateful deep down. i think they see you as their lucky charm, with you by their side what could go wrong ?

ꨄ you definitely keep them on their toes, they absolutely love what a free spirit you are. you're down for anything like spontaneous road trips across the country, or getting a ( deeply questionable ) tattoo late in the night. but that's not all, you are willing to do anything for the people you love and care for, heck you'd probably give some random stranger your car just because they needed to go to the store real quick. not because you are naive, but because that's how big your heart is. and i think that might be your s/o’s favorite thing about you.

love letter from your s/o

" hello dear, it feels so long since i've last heard your voice. when are you going to give me a call? i think we should go to that spot near the water next time and feed the ducks. i hope you are doing well lately, i've been meaning to check in on you, i'm sorry if i took too long. there's a lot going on lately–but i really miss you and i desperately want to take you out. maybe we could go see a movie as well? my mom’s been asking about you, i think she misses you too shes just too stubborn to admit it, i guess i got that from her, anyways, call me…

p.s. i finally found that shirt you used to always wear around the apartment, i swear it somehow still smells just like you. "

songs

ꨄ pleaser - wallows

" back in your room remain the words i wanna say to you

but couldn't leave my mouth "

" language of averted eyes

silence is what i do best "

" quite the people pleaser

if only i could please her "

ꨄ this is how we fall in love - chelsea cutler and jeremy zucker

" you are the reason i can survive "

" this is how you fall in love

let go and i'll hold you up "

ꨄ r u mine? - arctic monkeys

" she's a silver linin', lone ranger ridin' through an open space "

" i go crazy because here isn't where i want to be "

ꨄ bonus songs: cedar by gracie abrams and dog days are over by florence and the machine

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Pile Two 🤍~

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keywords/signs : heavy water sign energy, 222, twin flames, mirrored souls, ice cream, 111, country life, past traumas, rough childhoods, religion, night sky, prayers, gemini, past lives, parties, drowning, separation, “written in the stars”, guitar, kdramas, moon, stars, lengthy conversations, blue lights

ꨄ well pile two, i felt such heavy emotional energy drawing cards for you. mostly just for how much you and your s/o feel for one another, but there might be some here whose s/o ( and maybe yourself too ) had their hearts broken in the past resulting in trust issues. it seems your s/o loves how much you trust them, and how they can trust you too. you are a very dependable individual, you've helped them heal from past hurt and to be able to open their hearts again. they feel like they can actually cry in front of you, free of judgement. you've freed them of a lot of emotional burden. perhaps they've done the same for you. it seems they view you as a literal angel, maybe you came to them in a really dark time in their life and “ saved ” them, and now they would like to save you as well. they are eternally grateful to you.

ꨄ it seems they adore how absolutely intelligent you are, you stimulate them intellectually in a way others bore them. you two probably have very similar hobbies and tastes in things, it seems reading is might be really important to the both of you. i can see that you two might share opinions and beliefs that others don’t, maybe that is part of how you both first bonded. ex: you two having a ( heated ) debate on something no one else particularly cares about but you both end up surprising each other by sharing the same perspective on something. along with your intelligence they admire how honest and direct you are with not only them but everyone, maybe that is part of the reason they trust you so much. you've shown them that even at their worst you will be there fully, right by their side.

ꨄ it seems that despite your honesty with others, to your s/o you have this air of mystique, they can't quite figure you out. i get the sense you might be playing into that as well… but you are not quite what you seem are you ? they desperately want to learn more about you, you are all consuming for them, they cannot even escape you in their dreams ( not that they'd want you to ). they love how in tune you are with your emotions, you are the stability in their life they never really had. you can easily manage making emotionally mature decisions with both your heart and head. maybe they are sometimes quick to anger, quick to let the highs of their emotions take over their actions and words. they really admire how mature you are ( despite the fact that i get the vibe that a lot of you guys are younger than your s/o ). with your high eq ( and iq ) you are a highly intuitive individual, able to pick up if something is off with your s/o. it makes them feel truly seen and cared for, especially in moments where they might not be able to express what they are feeling in the best way.

ꨄ they feel as though you are the one for them, no one else even comes close. pile two, your s/o only has eyes for you. i get the sense that for a lot of you, music is really important, and perhaps your s/o writes you loves songs. sometimes your s/o really worries for your well being, like making sure you've eaten, brushing your hair for you, getting you something from the store even when you say you don't need anything. it seems there's a chunk of you that may struggle with your mental health, and your s/o wants to make sure you're taken care of and wants to try and make you feel safe, ( even when you need your space or push them away ) they want you to know that just as you have for them they will show up, and they will stay.

love letter from your s/o

" love, this is hard for me to say, so i hope you can be patient with me. it’s nothing bad i promise. for the longest time i've been on my own, i haven't had the option to live life with the consideration of others, and i hope you haven't paid the price for that. you mean so much to me, and i don't think i've told you just how much. you are the breath of fresh air i needed, i can't remember the last time i felt like i wasn't drowning. you’ve shown me a different way to live, a different way to love. i have much to be grateful for, for one, you saving my life. i don't think i've ever mentioned that to you, but it's the truth, my truth anyways. no matter where we are, how far apart, i will always find you.

thank you for everything, but most importantly, for being you. "

songs

ꨄ come back home - bts

" i've seen the end of my life

i feel suffocated inside my heart

what is blocking my life is my fear towards tomorrow "

" why are you wasting your time?

my blood and sweat are truthful

now, let's imprint my name on that trophy and

come back home "

ꨄ kaleidoscope - chappell roan

" i guess we could pretend

we didn't cross a line

but ever since that day

everything has changed

the way i write your name "

" whatever you decide

i will understand "

" and love is a kaleidoscope

how it works we'll never know

and even all the change

is somehow all the same "

" and if you ever find

someone who could write

a better song for you

well i'd love to see them try "

ꨄ step on up - ariana grande

" you can't forget me

gave you the time of your life "

" what you need, babe, is a work of art

what you need, babe

come get it, i got it "

ꨄ bonus songs: angels by adrianne lencker and clean by taylor swift

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Pile Three 🍫 ~

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keywords/signs : music dr/band dr, travelling on the road with your band, smoking, games, wild one, messy hair, all nighters, independence, leather, eyeliner, moles, dancing, life of the party, 777, jealousy, third party/love triangle (?), the seventies, money problems, extremely fast paced, rock music, lullabies , fashion, forbidden romance, red hair, spacing out, 333

ꨄ pile three, it seems you are quite the trouble maker aren't you ? and it seems your s/o loves it. they love how you embrace all aspects of your life even the ugly and dark parts, whatever life throws your way you take it and own it! you easily adapt to any situation, always saying the right thing, you could charm anyone. you don’t have to change for anything, you are the change ! it seems for a lot of you, you and your s/o may have rushed into getting together, your feelings overwhelming. you live in the moment and that means wasting no time, why wait to be together when you can right now ? you are such a rush for your s/o. you could probably talk them into doing anything. one thing you definitely are not is boring. spontaneous and wild. and a love for the times. others can’t decide if they want to be you or with you ( probably both ). and somehow you chose them, they can't really wrap their heads around it. i think in a lot of ways they don't feel good enough for you, that you may deserve better, but they definitely don't let these insecurities show ( they try not to anyways ).

ꨄ despite your overwhelming popularity and stardom, it seems you may be overly criticized by others. your s/o definitely loves you for your flaws and all. you just feel so authentic to them, you don't hide who you are for anyone or anything. others might think you are more focused on yourself and or work to have proper relationships with others, but that doesn't actually seem to be the case, not entirely anyways. you reassure you s/o and their insecurities, if they are maybe going a bit off the deep end rest assured that you are the one to pull them back to shore.

ꨄ they often find themselves daydreaming about you. maybe they want things from you they are scared to ask for. i think they are a lot more of a serious person than others think, and that scares them, how serious they are about you. but even when they think you might leave, you are still there. you give them hope for a better future. you wrecked their plans, and that may have been frightening at first for them, but now they can't imagine it any other way. no matter what happens they truly believe they were meant to find you.

ꨄ they are inspired by your positive outlook on life, you can find meaning in something others can’t, in something they can’t. you are a creative soul, something you are quite passionate about, and they are honestly a bit envious of that. they might be someone who is more methodical than wild and creative. you definitely made them think of love and relationships differently, maybe in the past they had a more cold, closed off, demeanor to it. they still have a long way to go it seems. despite their new perspective they might still become easily jealous of the others in your life. due to their own insecurities.

ꨄ this really might not be the case for everyone , but i get the sense that for the older shifters in this group your relationship may have started as hooking up / friends with benefits. i'm trying to keep this pg, but they definitely think of you, a lot. so do what you want with that…

love letter from your s/o

" think a lot has gone unsaid between us. some days i really don't mind, it’s who we are. but sometimes i think we could be more honest, but maybe that's just me. i know that i don't want to lose you, and that might mean showing you parts of myself i hate. but if that means you staying in my life, even for just a little bit longer than okay, you have me, all of me. i think even as much as it would hurt, even if you hated these other parts of myself, i would know that at least i was honest like you. i think you'd probably think this was cheesy and maybe a bit dramatic. god, i can see it now, you laughing, hopefully with me and not at me. it's fine either way though, i'll take what i can get. just don't make too much fun of me... "

songs

ꨄ strange love - halsey

“ and everybody wants to hear

how we chainsmoked until three

and how you laughed when you said my name ”

“ we wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night

but the ending is the same every damn time ”

“ that's the beauty of a secret

you know you're supposed to keep it ”

ꨄ filter - bts

“ i'll be anything

you can pick and choose me, yeah ”

“ for you, every day i'll be new

it's not fun to stay the same all the time ”

“ you'll be wanting only me

yeah, because you are the one who made me ”

ꨄ triptych - samia

“ keepin' you awake, keepin' you awake on purpose hey, did i make a mistake and do my mistakes worsen? ”

“ i'll be good to you, i'm worth it you, i'm worth it ”

ꨄ bonus songs: to be alone by hozier and closer by rm

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Untitled Bestfriend!Noah x Reader Series

Part 4

the series masterlist is here and you can join the taglist here :)

warnings: NSFW!! porn with little plot- each chapter is basically a oneshot, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, p in v sex, use of sex toys, outdoors sex?, tiniest bit of anal..? uhh there's probably more, this parts actually kinda wild… and not edited properly...

holy hell... I'M SORRY FOR THE WAIT AGAIN!! this has taken me so long to write, partially because i'm a chronic procrastinator and also because i HATE proof reading my own smut... i was originally going to post this in two parts because it's a super long chapter, but then i kinda ran out of ideas for a second part lmao

p.s this is the longest thing i've ever written and i'm not too sure how i feel about it but i'm posting it anyway just because i've been writing this for a whole month and i don't want to rewrite it :( i'll edit it properly at some point and i'll probably feel happier with it!

The house was too quiet…

Your parents had left in a rush that morning, rushing to catch their separate flights for work trips, leaving the mess at home behind without a second thought. They hadn’t expected you to clean, hadn’t even asked, but you’d spent all day scrubbing, tidying, sorting, because the idea of living in their mess for a week was worse than the effort it took to fix it.

Now, it was well past 11 p.m., and you were curled up on the couch in the exact position you’d collapsed into hours ago, after finally giving up on trying to scrub the old wine stain out of the carpet. Your oversized shirt had slipped down one shoulder, your legs bare, wearing nothing else besides your soft, worn cotton underwear. Your hair messy, eyes heavy. You could've fallen asleep, but you were waiting for his text.

And your phone was still quiet. It had been for hours.

You checked it again, thumb hovering like maybe this time it would buzz with a message.

But nope. Nothing.

You weren’t mad. Just tired, and a little let down. Noah was supposed to come over tonight, and staying with you for the week. You’d been looking forward to it all day- his voice, his presence, the way he made you feel like you could just be yourself.

You dropped the phone back onto the coffee table with a quiet sigh and closed your eyes. The room dimmed, faded. Your breath began to slow...

Buzz. Buzz.

Your eyes fluttered open. You reached for the phone.

Noah: Shit… Just got out of the studio. I’m so sorry, we lost track of time.

Noah: Do you still want me to come over?

Your fingers moved before you even thought:

You: Please!! It’s been a long day. I need you.

You didn’t see his reply. You’d already drifted off, your phone resting on your chest where it slipped from your hand.

You only woke when you heard the front door open. The sound of keys, the soft click of the door shutting.

“Noah?” You mumbled, your voice hoarse and barely awake.

“Hey." Came his soft voice, footsteps padding toward you.

You blinked up at him. He crouched in front of you, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he brushed a strand of hair from your cheek.

“I’m so sorry, I’m the worst. I didn’t mean to let you wait this long.”

“You’re not,” you whispered, sitting up. “You’re here now.”

He nodded and sat beside you, pulling you into his side without hesitation.

“You look exhausted,” he murmured, "Long day?"

“Yeah.” You didn’t even try to hide it. “I’ve been cleaning since noon. They left the place a disaster.”

He kissed the side of your head, his hand stroking your hair gently.

“You should’ve told me. I would’ve ditched the session and come to help.”

“You were busy,” you said, tilting your face toward him. “Long day too?”

He nodded.

“Yeah... But this? Right here, right now? This is what I’ve been waiting for all day.”

You sighed into him.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you more.”

A soft silence settled between the two of you, until Noah turned to face you, his lips brushing your hairline as he whispered.

“I wanna take care of you… you’ve done enough for one day.”

You nodded, and let your eyes close again as his hand found your thigh, stroking slow, soothing patters up and down your skin. Your body relaxed, sinking into him. His touch was warm and gentle, fingertips brushing just beneath the hem of your shirt.

“Come on,” he whispered, helping you up. “Let’s get you to bed.”

The two of you moved through the dark house together, soft footed and quiet until you reached your bedroom. You winced when he flicked on the main light by instinct, and he quickly apologised, switching it off again as you turned on your bedside lamp, casting a softer glow over the two of you.

You climbed under the covers with a sigh, sinking into the pillows. Noah peeled off his shirt and skinny jeans, dropping them in the corner, leaving him in just his boxers, before climbing under the sheets with you. His warmth enveloped you immediately.

“You really cleaned all day?” He asked, voice low as his fingers traced over your shoulder beneath the loose fabric of your shirt.

“Yeah. Cleaned stuff. Moved stuff. Did all the laundry. Look, I even put my plushies in the corner and put the good pillows on your side of the bed.”

He chuckled softly.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to,” you whispered, watching his face in the golden glow of your lamp. “You’re staying all week. Wanna make it feel like it’s yours too.”

He looked at you then, and something in his eyes made your heart skip a beat.

“You’re too good to me." He said.

You smiled faintly, tracing the edge of his jaw with your fingertips.

“I just missed you… I haven’t seen you all week.”

“I missed you more.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss your temple, then your cheek, then your jaw. And then, softer, he whispered, “You know what I missed the most?”

You barely managed a sleepy hum.

“The way you sound when I touch you...”

You shivered under his touch as his hand trailed down again, sliding beneath your shirt, warm palm smoothing over your stomach before dipping under the waistband of your underwear.

His lips brushed under your ear.

“Let me take care of you tonight. You’ve done enough.”

“Please.” You gave the smallest nod, eyes fluttering shut again.

And then his fingers found you, already soft, warm, and aching.

“Always so wet for me,” he whispered. “And we've got all week for this.”

“God, I can't wait...” You mumbled, though you were barely clinging to consciousness, your body pliant and loose under his touch.

He kissed your lips, deep and slow, while his fingers stroked you in lazy circles, every movement gentle. Like he had nowhere else to be, he just wanted to take his time, he wanted to feel every second this with you.

Your hips rocked into his hand, a quiet whimper escaping your throat. He shushed you sweetly, kissing your neck as he slipped two long fingers inside you, curling them just right.

Your thighs trembled a little, your hand finding his arm, your breath catching as his thumb worked your clit.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Just let go, baby... I got you.”

And so you did. A soft cry, barely louder than a breath, left your lips, your body trembled, and you tightened around his fingers.

Noah kept his forehead pressed to yours, kissing you gently through it, murmuring praise as your body relaxed again.

Slowly, he eased his fingers out and cleaned them with his mouth, humming faintly. You were barely conscious by now, eyelids fluttering.

He shifted just enough to pull you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you. His cock hard, pressed painfully against your thigh, but he didn’t move.

“You’re out, aren’t you?” He whispered, smiling as you gave no answer. Just a little peaceful sigh.

You were asleep.

He kissed your jaw, then tucked his face into your neck.

"All week with you..." He smiled against your skin.

And then he held you, just like that. Still hard, his cock aching, but he was still content.

Because after a long week, you were his favourite place to rest, too.

...

Day One

You woke to the smell of something buttery and sweet.

The sunlight came through your blinds in delicate slats, warming the sheets where your body had long since shifted in search of the familiar weight that had disappeared from your side. You stirred, stretching with a groggy yawn, and reached for the cool side of the bed, to find it empty.

But then the door creaked open.

Noah stepped in, shirtless, long hair messy from sleep, carrying a tray with two mugs, a plate stacked with pancakes, and a bottle of maple syrup clutched in his teeth.

You blinked up at him, still half asleep.

“Wow... should I get used to this?” You chuckled, sitting up slowly as you blinked the sleep out of your eyes.

He laughed around the bottle, setting the tray carefully on your lap.

“You think I was gonna let you survive off pop tarts for a week?”

You smiled, rubbing your eyes.

“You didn’t have to do this.”

“Yeah, I did,” he said, settling beside you. “And last night proved it.”

You groaned, hiding your face in your hands.

“I’m sorry I passed out so fast. I wanted to stay awake for you.”

He nudged your shoulder gently.

“You don’t ever have to apologise for being exhausted. You worked your ass off yesterday.”

“Still. I literally must've fell asleep mid orgasm. You didn't even... get anything.”

"It's okay," he chuckled, "I've never fingered anyone to sleep before, it was kinda hot."

You smacked his thigh, laughing as he handed you your coffee.

“You’re such a menace.”

“Yeah,” he murmured, “But I made you blueberry pancakes.”

You both dug in, legs brushing under the sheets. The quiet was soft, punctuated only by syrupy bites and the occasional sleepy smile passed between you.

When the plate was nearly empty, he nudged you again.

“So... Anything you wanna do today?”

You licked syrup from your thumb and looked him dead in the eye.

“Yeah. You.”

"Damn," his brows lifted, and he couldn't hide his grin, "That was direct.”

You shrugged innocently.

“I’m rested now.”

"I know." He leaned in, kissing your cheek. “That actually reminds me, I bought something for you... It's still in my car.”

You tilted your head, intrigued.

“What kind of something?”

“You’ll see." He said with a smirk, "Just give me a second.”

You slid out of bed, careful with the tray, and padded barefoot downstairs to rinse off the dishes. The water ran over your hands as you heard the front door open and Noah’s footsteps on the gravel outside. You dried your hands quickly, the curiosity growing louder.

By the time he returned, you were waiting at the bottom of the stairs. He shut the door behind him with his shoulder, holding a small black box tucked under one arm.

Your eyebrows shot up.

“Is that for me?”

“Mhmm,” he said, smirking slightly. “Something I’ve been thinking about getting you for a while. Wasn’t sure if it’d be too much, but… after the last night at my place?” He held it out. “Figured you might like it.”

You took the box from his hands slowly, glancing up at him before opening it.

Neatly nestled inside, was a toy?

It was realistic. A light flesh toned. Veined, soft silicone, lifelike in the curve of the shaft and the shape of the head. Slightly smaller than him, but detailed, with a smooth base and a small button where the vibrations would activate, and it came with a remote.

Your mouth parted.

“Oh my god.”

“It’s a little smaller than me,” he said, suddenly sheepish. “Bit shorter, not as thick, so it's less intense.” He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly avoiding your eyes.

How have you made Noah Sebastian, your best friend, certified slut in your hometown, blush over a sex toy.

“Last time we tried… at my place… I know it hurt. I hated seeing you uncomfortable. So I figured this might help. You could get used to the stretch at your own pace. No pressure... And it doubles as a vibrator.” He chuckled.

You blinked down at the toy again, your heart clenching at how thoughtful that was, in a rather strange way. He remembered. He noticed. And instead of pulling away, or letting it scare him off, he’d taken the time to find a way to make it better for you.

“Noah,” you whispered, stunned. “This is… this is insane.”

His expression shifted, nervous now.

“Insane bad?”

“No,” you breathed. “It's... hot. You got me this...? For that reason?”

“Well, yeah,” he murmured, stepping in closer. “And because, y'know, I can’t always be here. Figured this way, when you need something, or someone, you don’t have to wait for me. And maybe… it’ll help you, you could kinda get used to it so it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

You could barely breathe. The sincerity of it all lodged deep in your chest.

“I don’t even know what to say...” You murmured, eyes still on the box.

He gently took it from your hands, setting it down on the kitchen island. Then his arms were around your waist, drawing you in.

“You don’t have to say anything yet,” he said, voice low. “I can show you how to use it... if you want.”

You looked up at him, heart fluttering.

“Oh, I want.”

His fingers gripped your hips tighter. The air between you grew heavier, slower, tighter.

But just as he bent down to kiss you-

Your phone buzzed.

You blinked, glancing toward the counter. The screen lit up with a message.

Folio: hey u home? noah told us he's staying with u this week. me n matt wanna come over. u got snacks?

Noah saw it too and groaned softly.

"Tell them we're not here."

You stifled a laugh, biting your lip.

"Folio lives down the road, he'll see your car."

"We could've walked somewhere! C'mon-"

"Noah, we have all week," you smiled, "One afternoon with your friends over just means they won't turn up unannounced later."

He leaned his forehead against yours with a dramatic sigh.

"Fine." He said, pulling away slowly with one last squeeze to your waist, “But once they leave, we're going straight up to your bed."

"Once they're gone..." you smirked, a hand on his chest as you looked up into his eyes, "We could even try it out on the couch."

Noah's face flushed, you watched his eyes darken and his breathing slow.

"What have I turned you into."

...

The guys had been here for a while now, and you could tell Noah was getting restless. You all played halo for a bit, and were now in the middle of watching a movie. Folio was shovelling popcorn into his mouth when he suddenly blurted,

“Do you think Beth would go out with me?”

You blinked, trying to act surprised.

“Beth? My Beth?”

“Obviously not his Beth, genius.” Matt snorted, not even looking away from the game.

You smacked his arm, then turned to Folio with a grin.

“Wait. Are you being serious?”

Folio shrugged like it was no big deal, but his ears went a little red.

“Yeah, I mean… she’s hot, she's cool, but she's kinda intimidating. I dunno, that's whay I thought I'd ask you first. I was thinking maybe I’d ask her to get drinks or something.”

You gasped.

“Yes, oh my god, you have to! She would love that... She’s been asking about you, actually.”

"Really?" His brows lifted.

“Really.” You grinned.

“Shit.” He leaned back, puffing out his cheeks. “Okay. Cool. No pressure.”

Noah, sitting next to you on the couch, shot you a look that said are we really doing this now, but you were beaming.

The night carried on with more trash talk, half-finished snacks, and plenty of laughter. But eventually, the mood started to lull, Matt yawned, then Folio yawned, and eventually, they decided it was time to leave. They thanked you for the snacks, and Folio thanked you for the advice.

The moment the door clicked shut behind them, a heavy silence settled in the room, and then Noah practically pounced. He strode past you and yanked the curtains closed with one swift tug.

“Finally.” He muttered under his breath, then he turned, grinning like the devil himself.

You tried to hide your smirk as you headed towards the kitchen, to the island, but the heat in your cheeks gave you away.

“You've been so patient.” You chuckled.

“Barely.” His voice had already dropped an octave, low and rough. “You said you’d use it on the couch.”

“I did,” you said sweetly, lifting the box like it weighed nothing and bringing it back into the living room. “So? Are you gonna teach me how to use it, or what?”

Noah didn’t answer. He just closed the distance between you in two long strides.

“Sit,” he said, voice all grit and command. “Now.”

You did.

He reached past you, pulled the toy from the box, and turned itover in his hand, inspecting it carefully before glancing up at you with a raised brow.

“I’ll go clean it first.”

You blinked.

“Now?”

“Yeah, now. Hygiene's important, baby,” he said, very matter of factly, but his eyes were dark. “Especially with anything going in you.”

You bit your lip, heat pooling low in your belly at how casual he made it sound, like he was just taking care of you, because he was.

He padded into the kitchen, cleaned it thoroughly, and wiped it down with a cloth he warmed under hot water. He returned a minute later, eyes dropping between your legs, still crouched slightly to look at you.

“Okay. Lie back,” he murmured. “And touch yourself for me.”

You stared.

“Don’t be shy. I want you warmed up for it. You need to be wet, or else it'll hurt.” He sat beside you now, legs spread lazily, one arm draped over the back of the couch. “You can do that, can’t you? Let me watch you get yourself ready to take it?”

You swallowed, heart thudding.

“Yeah… I mean- yeah.”

You lay back against the pillows and slipped out of your shorts and panties, before reaching back down, breath shaky, your fingers finding their way between your thighs. He didn’t say anything at first, just watched, eyes locked to your every movement like it was the only thing that mattered.

But you were already too in your head.

You rubbed slowly, trying to find just the right amount of pressure, but it just wasn’t right. The anticipation was working you up, making everything harder. You already knew your fingers wouldn't be enough, you were aching for more and if anything they only made it worse.

You let out a frustrated breath and tilted your head toward him.

“It’s not working again.” You groaned.

“Hey, hey. That’s okay.” He said, his voice gentle as he moved closer to you.

You opened your mouth to reply, but he was already moving, gently pushing your hand aside.

“Let me.” He whispered.

You nearly whined.

He moved so he was now knelt on the floor between your legs, fingers gliding softly over your thighs, holding them open.

“Fuck,” he breathed, looking up at you as he traced two fingers over your folds, aready making you gasp. He used his thumbs to part you softly, and whisper, “Look at this… She’s perfect.”

The tip of his finger traced slow, teasing circles over your clit, and you saw him smirk to himself as you lifted your hips, chasing the feeling.

He shifted slightly, playing with your clit with his thumb with one hand, whilst he slipped his index finger of the other into you slowly…

“Shit... she’s sucking on my fingers like she knows what’s coming.”

He slowly worked the one long finger in and out, taking in how slick it was on the way out, and groaning at how warm you were as he slipped it inside, a second finger joining the first.

“You think this toy’s gonna help you take me, baby?” he asked softly, kissing the inside of your thigh. “I think it will. But not tonight. Tonight, I want to feel you lose your mind on something almost as big as me.” You didn’t beed to look up at him to see the dirty smirk on his face.

Noah’s eyes didn’t leave yours as he took the toy in his hand. Then, softly, like he was asking you to do the most natural thing in the world, he said

“Open your mouth.”

You blinked, looking up at him as if to say really?

“You should know how it feels first, don’t you think? Before I slide it into this sweet little pussy.”

He brought the tip to your mouth, and you took it in slowly, the shape familiar but not exact, still, the feel of it on your tongue made heat travel down your spine. It was warm now, from his hands, and as you sucked, your eyes glanced down...

His cock was hard. So hard you could see the tension in how he held himself, knuckles pale against his thigh, jaw clenched.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, watching your lips around the toy, sucking and licking it like it was his. “That’s so dirty. So good.”

He pulled it from your mouth with a soft pop and leaned in to kiss you, deep and hot and needy, letting out that soft groan he made whenever you let him take control.

“Lie back again, sweetheart,” he whispered against your lips. “Legs open for me.”

You obeyed without hesitation.

Noah sat between your thighs again, kissed up the inside of your leg, and clicked the toy on. He pressed the vibrating tip of it gently to your clit, just enough to tease, not to overwhelm.

The vibration sent a shock through you. Your breath caught as your hips bucked so slightly.

“Feel good?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

You nodded, breathlessly.

“So good... Noah…”

But just when the feeling was starting to build, when you thoight he might let you cum first like this, he turned it off.

“No!” You almost whined.

He just grinned, the smug bastard.

“Patience,” he said, kissing your hip. “You’ll thank me.”

He angled the toy lower, sliding the tip between your folds.

“Deep breath for me, baby... if you want to stop, you tell me. If it's too much or you want me to go slower, you tell me.”

"Yes..." You muttered, breathless.

And then he eased the tip in, his thumb working your clit at the same time, hoping the pleasure would overtake any pain.

“Oh my god-” you moaned, the stretch making your walls flutter already.

“Fuck,” he rasped, watching your body take it. “You feel that? Baby, that’s just the tip...”

You clenched around it instinctively, and he stroked your thigh, soothing you.

“You're taking it soo well,” he said, voice low and ragged. “You're so wet... so ready."

You whimpered, legs trembling as he pushed it in a little further, slow and careful, until it was halfway in. Your moan turned desperate, fingers digging into the cushions.

“More?” he asked, his eyes molten. “You want more?”

You nodded, already ruined.

“Please, Noah.”

Noah pushed the toy deeper, inch by inch, his eyes locked on your face as your mouth fell open in a silent moan.

“Fuck, look at you,” he murmured. “Taking it all…”

When it was finally fully nestled inside, he paused.

And he just held it there.

You squirmed almost immediately, overwhelmed by how full you felt, how warm the silicone had become inside you, and how right it felt inside. You hadn’t felt anything inside you besides his fingers since your first time, you almost forgot how it felt.

But still, the toy didn’t move, Noah didn’t let it, which only made the ache more maddening.

“Noah, please!”

“I know,” he said, stroking your thigh with the backs of his fingers. “It’s a lot. Gotta get your pussy used to it first, though.”

He leaned in, kissed the inside of your knee.

“Gotta stretch you out so next time, when it’s me, you won’t feel any pain. Just this...”

You clenched around the toy instinctively, desperate for friction. Your hands gripped the couch cushion behind you, hips rocking up just enough to feel it shift inside you.

“No,” he said gently, pressing his hand to your hip to still you. “Let it sit there. Just get used to it...”

You whined, frustrated.

He smiled, that evil smirk, and his thumb brushed over your clit again.

“Patience, baby. Trust me. You’ll thank me when you cum harder than ever.”

A minute passed. Then another.

You were throbbing, the ache was becoming unbearable. And it wasn’t until your eyes began to well with overwhelmed tears, he whispered.

“Okay. Hold this for me quickly.”

You blinked.

“What?”

He gently guided your hand down, curling your fingers around the base of the toy.

“I need to grab a towel,” he said, standing. “You’re already making a mess, and I’m not letting you ruin your parents’ couch.”

Your mouth fell open, stunned at the casual filth of that sentence.

Noah turned, walked toward the hallway, and looked over his shoulder.

“Keep it inside. Don’t move it, cos I’ll know if you did.”

The second he disappeared, you whined helplessly, gripping the toy in place, hips rolling as your body tried to chase more friction, and even just that simple movement felt delicious.

By the time he came back with a towel in his hand, you were flushed and trembling.

He took one look at you and grinned.

“You followed directions.” He murmured approvingly.

“Barely.”

He laid the towel out beneath your hips, gently repositioning you until you were right where he wanted you, legs open, flushed and wanting.

Then, without a word, he pressed a kiss to your inner thigh.

His hand returned to the base of the toy, and he started to move it.

Slow, little thrusts at first, just enough to tease as he got you used to the feeling.

Your body arched, the feeling addictive now that it moved, your moan echoing off the living room walls.

“That’s it,” Noah whispered. “Be as loud as you want… it’s just us.”

He leaned forward, his other hand that had been pressed down on your lower belly to keep you still moved, and his thumb began to rub circles on your clit.

You gasped, nails digging into his arm, your thighs trembled, your back arched, and he didn’t stop, just gave you more.

He whispered through it, the dirtiest things you’ve ever heard falling from his lips.

“So perfect… Wish you could see how she takes it, fuck, you’re clenching so tight. You’re so close already, aren’t you?”

You whimpered something unintelligible.

“Shhh, I know, baby. Just let it happen. Just feel all of it, it's good, huh?”

He moved faster now, careful but relentless, the toy stroking every inch of your walls while his thumb traced circles over your clit, and it was too much.

You broke with a cry, body trembling under him, your orgasm crashing over you hard and fast like a tidal wave.

Noah whispered sweet praises through it all, telling you how good you were, how beautiful you looked like this, how he couldn’t wait to feel you fall apart like that around him next time.

And when it was over, when you lay there shaking, he pulled the toy out carefully and slowly, then set it aside, and cradled you against his chest.

You didn’t have the strength to speak. You wanted to thank him, to tell him how good it was- though you guessed he already knew. So you just curled into him and sighed, heart pounding, pussy still pulsing from how good it had felt. And Noah just held you until you were ready to move again.

A couple minutes passed and you stirred a little in his arms, cheek pressed against his chest, still flushed and glowing from everything he'd just done to you.

But then as you shifted slighlty, you felt it.

Pressed firm against your thigh.

He was still hard.

“You really watched all that and didn’t cum?” You smirked against his skin.

He let out a soft laugh.

“Barely. I was this close.”

“Seriously?” You tilted your head up.

He gave you a look.

“Yes. I almost came in my pants. Had to breathe through it like I was in labour or some shit.”

You grinned, playful now, as your fingers danced over his chest.

“Well, we can’t have that...”

His brows lifted, caught off guard as you slid down between his legs, settling down on your knees on the floor.

“Wait-”

But you were already pulling at the waistband of his sweats.

He hissed softly as his cock sprang free, flushed, swollen, leaking. It looked painful.

Your mouth practically watered at the sight, and then you looked up at him. He looked wrecked already, pupils blown wide as you leaned in and pressed a kiss to the base of his cock, just by his balls.

“You don’t have to-”

“Noah, I want to.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed.

The first time you’d ever done this, a week ago, he’d been gentle. He was careful with you, and he talked you through every movement, stopping often to check you were okay.

But now?

Now you wanted to be more messy with it, you were desperate to taste him again, to see the effect you had on him.

You licked up his length, keeping your eyes on his, before wrapping your lips around the head, giving it a soft kiss, and then sucking him into your mouth.

“Jesus, fuck-” He groaned, already losing his mind.

You took more, hollowing your cheeks, letting your tongue swirl around him. He was salty, warm and perfect. Your hands curled around what you couldn’t take, stroking him as you sucked him harder, messier, leaving his dick coated in spit and precum.

“God, you’re getting so good at this.” He gasped, one hand sliding into your hair, not to push you, just anchoring himself.

The praise only made you more confident, and hungrier.

You moaned around him, watching how his thighs tensed, how his abs flexed, how his jaw clenched.

And then his voice broke, ragged and trembling.

“Fuck, baby... I’m not gonna last-”

Hearing how wrecked and desperate he sounded only made you work harder, wanting him to cum for you again.

He cursed, hips bucking once, making you take him deeper in your mouth, before he caught himself.

“You want me to come in your mouth this time?... think you can take it?”

You looked up at him, eyes glassy, lips stretched around his cock, and nodded.

That did it for him.

His whole body trembled as he came, moaning your name, spilling his warmth down your throat.

You swallowed every drop, and kept sucking, milking him truly, until he gently tugged your hair, breathless.

“Fuck... Thank you.”

You pulled off with a soft pop, licking your lips, flushed and smug.

Noah stared at you like he might combust.

“You just-”

“Swallowed,” you finished, proud, wiping the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand. “And it felt good.”

He dragged you into his lap and kissed you breathlessly, his fingers cradling your jaw.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

"Seriously?" Your eyes narrowed in disbelief, "Out of everyone that's ever sucked your dick-"

"You know you're different, baby." He whispered, kissing your cheek, "You actually mean something to me."

...

Day Two

It was definitely past noon when you woke up, your body half draped over Noah’s in your bed. The room was warm, but the occasional breeze came in through the open window.

Noah was still asleep beneath you, one arm loosely wrapped around your waist, the other under the pillow by his head. His chest rose and fell steadily beneath you, bare and warm beneath your cheek, and you lazily traced the lines of the ink on his skin.

Your thigh was resting in between his, tangled beneath the sheets. His body was warm beneath yours, and as you shifted ever so slightly, you suddenly became aware of two things.

One, you were still bare from the waist down.

Two, Noah was hard.

You swallowed hard, looking up at him. He was still out cold, softly sleeping. His lips slightly parted, his dark lashes fluttering against his cheeks liek he was dreaming.

You should leave him be, let him rest. It’s not often he gets the chance to sleep in.

But instead, your hips rocked ever so slightly, your core pulsing as you heard him groan in his sleep.

Still half asleep yourself, your hips moved again, this time a little more intentionally. Slow, gentle friction, just enough to get a little more of that sleepy contact. You weren’t even sure if you were doing it for you or for him. Probably both.

You felt him stir beneath you, a hand sliding up your back beneath your (his) shirt, palm splayed between your shoulder blades as he let out a groggy hum.

“Morning,” he rasped, his voice gravelly from sleep. “You tryna kill me, or…?”

You smiled, nose brushing against his collarbone.

“You’re the one poking me!”

“Natural reaction to waking up with you rubbing on me like a needy little-“

Before he could finish, his phone rang sharply on the nightstand. You both froze.

Noah groaned like he’d just been shot.

“No fucking way…” You watched him reach for it blindly, groaning again as he checked the screen. “It’s Folio.”

“What? Why’s he calling you at-“ you glanced at the clock, “…11:47?”

“Folio.” He answered with a sigh. “This better be important.” You could only hear Noah’s side of the call, but his expression immediately shifted from annoyance to something that resembled amusement. “You’re where?” He ran a hand down his face. “Dude. Are you serious? Who the fuck falls asleep on a stranger’s couch and gets kicked out by their parents?”

You sat up a little, snorting into the blanket.

“Yeah, fine, I’ll come and get you.” Noah sighed.

He hung up and flopped back into the pillow with a groan.

“What happened?” You asked, already grinning.

“He went to some party last night, got drunk, crashed on the couch. Turns out it was someone’s family home. The parents found him when they came home this morning and kicked him out.”

You tried not to laugh, but failed.

“Is he okay?”

“He’s sitting on the front porch like a stray cat.”

You collapsed back into the sheets, covering your face.

“God, I can’t believe this.”

Noah rolled over, nuzzling your neck with a dramatic sigh.

“We were literally about to have sleepy morning sex. Now I have to put on pants and rescue a moron.”

“Poor baby.” You teased, pouting as you stroked his hair gently.

“Don’t move… As soon as I get back we’re finishing what you started.”

“I won’t.” You kissed the top of his head. “Now go get your friend.”

After Noah got dressed and left, you stayed there, in bed, that ache only growing between your thighs. You pressed your thighs together, trying to get some kind of relief, but it was no good. You couldn’t stop thinking about how he felt pressed against your thigh.

You tried again to use your fingers, touching yourself to try to relieve the ache, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't him.

Your eyes drifted over to the nightstand, where the toy Noah had given you yesterday was tucked away.

He did say he got it for you for when you needed something, or someone.

With a sigh, you got up. You cleaned the toy, and lied back in your bed, legs spread, staring up at the ceiling like it might help you.

You reached down again, between your thighs, and you were certainly slick. You slid the tip of the toy through your folds, quite enjoying the way the head felt as it caught your clit. You found your hips moving as if they had a mind of their own, rocking with every move you made.

You angled it to your entrance, your eyes screwing shut as you eased it in... but surprisingly, it didn't hurt. There was still a slight sting, but once the tip had slipped in, you let out a breathy moan, feeling nothing but pleasure as the rest filled you.

Once the whole length of the toy was in, you felt your walls clench around it. It almost felt perfect...

With one hand holding the base of the toy, the other found your clit again, rubbing tight little circles as you began to ease the toy out, before pressing it back in again, letting your head fall back against the pillows.

The soft squelch of your arousal made you blush, even though you were the only one to hear. It was embarrassing how wet you were, how easy it was to imagine it was him instead. That it was Noah pushing into you, whispering things in your ear, calling you a good girl while his hands gripped your waist and guided every stroke, like he had done when it was your first time.

You whimpered, hips beginning to rise to meet the thrust of the toy, your fingers never easing on your clit. It felt good, so good, but still not quite good enough. Not as good as him.

Your legs trembled as you started to move faster, the toy gliding in and out with more ease now, your slick coating it completely. You moaned quietly, biting your lip, you were getting close, you could feel it building.

And then you heard the creak of the floorboards outside your room...

You jumped. The sudden sound pulled you out of the daze you were in, your eyes half lidded as you gazed towards your bedroom door.

Noah was back.

He stood in the doorway, eyes wide, chest rising and falling like he’d just run the whole way back.

His gaze dropped to between your thighs, the toy he had given you buried deep inside you, your fingers still rubbing your clit, and his expression changed in an instant.

“Oh, don’t stop.” He said, shutting the door behind him.

Your breath caught.

“Noah-”

He was already walking toward you, his eyes dark with something intense. Something possessive. Something only for you.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” he murmured, dropping onto the bed beside you. “You were gonna cum without me? Let me miss all the fun?”

You couldn’t speak. You just whimpered, nodding helplessly.

He leaned closer, taking the toy from your hand and sliding it in deep, making you cry out.

"Since you clearly couldn’t wait,” he smirked, settling back against the pillows, “Then do it right.”

He carefully pulled the toy out, slick and warm, and guided it to sit between his legs and tapped the spot in front of him.

“Ride it for me.”

Your stomach flipped.

“Noah…”

He smiled, wicked and soft all at once.

“You said you wouldn’t move. So now you’re gonna ride this, and cum nice and messy for me.”

Still breathless, you nodded, climbing into his lap and straddling the toy between his thighs. He helped you to guide yourself back down onto it, gasping as it filled you again, and you felt it deeper this time.

Noah’s hands rested on your waist, grounding you.

“Good girl,” he whispered, voice thick. “Just like that... Touch your clit again for me.”

You began to move, doing as he said with your eyes locked on his. Every rock of your hips dragged the toy just right against your walls, your clit rubbing deliciously against your palm as you worked yourself closer and closer...

And all the while, Noah watched you, a lazy expression on his face as he leaned back against the pillows, arms behind his head, just taking in the sight in front of him.

“Fuck,” he whispered, watching your body tremble. “You look so pretty when you’re desperate for it.”

You didn't realise tears had slipped down your cheeks until Noah's thumb came up to wipe them. The pleasure was so overwhelming. Your breaths came in ragged gasps, hips still rocking, but your body trembling now, so so close to breaking.

Noah’s gaze never wavered, his eyes remained dark and intense, yet still full of admiration as he watched you. His cock was hard in his jeans, painfully so, and the sight made something flutter in your chest... a fierce, tender want to give back, to make him feel just as good as he always makes you.

Slowly, carefully, you slid your hand down, fingers trembling, hands a little shaky as they found the waistband of his jeans. You hesitated a moment, then unbuttoned them before gently pushing them down, freeing his cock.

“Can I?” You whispered, eyes searching his face for permission as you started to work his length with your hand, "I need it... Want to feel it in me again..."

"Are you sure, baby? Are you ready?" He asked, his voice cautious even as he bit back a groan.

"Yes... Please..."

He hesitated, just for a moment, then nodded, lips parted, voice rough.

"Okay... but take it slow, I don't want to hurt you."

With a shaky breath, you the toy out from between your folds, still slick and warm, and slid yourself down, inch by delicious inch, until you were fully seated on him. The heat of him filled you in a way no toy ever could.

A shudder rolled through your body as your hips adjusted to his length, the slow stretch pulling a gasp from your lips. Your hands found his shoulders, and Noah’s hands found your hips, steadying you, guiding you as you rocked gently back and forth.

“Shit... you feel so good,” he murmured against your skin, one hand trailing up your spine to cradle your neck. “You’re perfect.”

...

You weren’t sure how long you've been like this, pressed to his chest, legs still trembling slightly, his arms wrapped tight around your waist. Your legs were tangled with his, your inner thighs gooey, your bodies still slick, a reminder what just happened. Your cheek rested over his heartbeat, and you had never felt so safe.

Noah stroked your back slowly, fingertips barely there, drawing lazy shapes down your spine. One of his hands moved to gently cup the back of your head, fingers combing through your hair in a soothing rhythm. You melted into it, letting your weight fully settle on top of him.

“You okay?” He murmured, voice rough with tenderness.

You nodded against him.

“Mmhm... I don't think I've ever been better."

“Me too. That was…” He trailed off, hand still in your hair, lips grazing the side of your head. “You were so good, baby. Always are... I'm so lucky you trust me with this.”

Your throat felt a little tight. Not just from his praise, but the way he held you like he was never going to let go, like he wasn't just holding you for your pleasure, but his too. You reached down for the throw blanket at the edge of the bed and tugged it over the two of you.

He let you settle in, nuzzling into your shoulder now, his breath a warm against your skin as you shuffled closer to him.

Just as your eyes were fluttering shut, your phone began to ring from the nightstand.

You groaned quietly, half burying your face in Noah’s shoulder.

“Who the fuck…”

“Want me to check it?” He offered, but you reached for it blindly, blinking at the screen.

“Oh shit, it's dad." You muttered.

"Answer it, baby. Or he'll worry."

So you did, quickly hitting accept and trying to sound as normal as possible.

“Hey!”

“Hey, sweetie,” came his familiar voice, full of warmth. “Just checking in. Everything okay? You doing alright by yourself?”

You sat up slightly, clearing your throat and glancing at Noah, who was watching you sleepily, still sprawled in your bed. His hand was resting on your bare hip, thumb stroking softly.

“Yeah… I’m good.”

There was a pause.

“You sure?” your dad asked gently. “You sound tired, honey.”

“I just woke up from a nap,” you lied smoothly. “But I’m safe. I’m not alone, anyway.”

“Oh?” He asked, and you could practically hear the teasing in his voice.

“Noah’s staying here for the week.”

You heard a low chuckle.

“Ah, good. Glad he’s there. Kid’s practically part of the family at this point.”

You smiled without realising.

“Yeah. He’s been... taking care of me.”

“Always knew he would,” your dad said softly. “You tell him I said thank you.”

“Noah,” you turned your head toward him, covering the phone slightly. “My dad says thank you.”

Noah stretched a little, grinning.

“Tell him he still owes me a steak dinner, it's the least I deserve for putting up with you.”

You laughed and passed it on. Your dad chuckled.

“Little shit. I’ll grill him two when I’m back... Alright, I’ll let you get back to your day, well, nap. Just wanted to check in. Love you, sweetie.”

“Love you too, Dad.”

“And tell Noah I love him too, even if he eats all the snacks when he’s over.”

“I heard that!” Noah called in the background.

Your dad just laughed.

“You take care of each other.”

“We always do.” You promised, before the call ended.

You set the phone aside, heart just a little fuller than before. Noah stretched his arms out with a dramatic yawn, then reached for you.

“C’mere.”

You crawled back into his arms without hesitation, letting yourself sink into his chest again. You could feel the slow beating of his heart against your cheek.

“Your dad loves me.” He muttered smugly.

You rolled your eyes fondly.

“Yeah, yeah... Don’t let it go to your head."

…

Day Three

It was hot. Too hot.

Noah was sat inside, wearing just a pair of black shorts, whilst you were lying outside under the sun, wearing just a bikini- well, bikini bottoms... you didn't bother with the top. You knew it would only be Noah here to see, and you had nothing to hide in front of him, and your neighbours couldn't see you anyway.

You had been waiting for Noah to finally join you for a while now, you wanted to ask him for help with the sunscreen, but he'd been too busy taking work calls all morning.

But then you heard the back door slide open.

“Noah?” You called without lifting your head.

"Hm?" He hummed, and you looked over, seeing him standing at the back door with a glass of water in one hand, his black shorts slung low on his hips, and nothing else.

“Will you put sunscreen on me?” You asked with a small smirk.

He stepped outside, already smiling, like he’d been waiting for you to ask.

“Is this an invitation or a test?”

“Bit of both.” You shrugged lazily.

That made him chuckle, and the sound did something to your stomach. He set the glass down on the small table beside you and picked up the bottle of sunscreen, flipping it open as he stepped behind you.

You felt the first cold splash hit the middle of your back and flinched.

“Too cold?” He asked softly, smoothing his hands across your skin.

“A little.”

His hands were warm and slow, spreading the lotion in careful strokes down your back, over your shoulders, down each side. His fingers slid beneath the curve of your arm, then dipped to trace along the edge of your ribs. When he reached your waist, he let out a quiet breath.

“You forgot your top." He said with a soft chuckle.

You turned your head slightly, offering a smug little grin.

“No, I didn’t.”

He chuckled, then shifted to kneel beside you, his thighs pressing against the lounger’s edge. You felt his gaze drag across your body, the subtle curve of your side, the dip of your waist, the soft swell of your chest pressed against the towel beneath you.

“I’m gonna have to flip you.” He murmured.

You raised your eyebrows.

“You’re not even gonna buy me dinner first?”

He grinned and carefully slipped his hands beneath you. You let him guide you onto your back, arms folding loosely over your stomach as you laid exposed under the sun, nipples hardening immediately in anticipation.

His gaze darkened, then flicked to the sunscreen.

“I should do your front too, y'know... just to make sure you don't miss a spot.”

“You really should.” You grinned.

Noah squeezed more lotion into his hands and rubbed them together, then lowered them to your chest. He started slow, palms covering your breasts, thumbs gliding over your nipples in soft, rhythmic circles, making them harden under his touch.

You closed your eyes and breathed in the moment, the warmth of his touch, the sun on your skin... you felt like you were in heaven.

“You’ve got the prettiest tits." He murmured, more to himself than you.

You bit your lip, a small moan slipping out as he rolled your nipples between his fingers, brushing each one until your hips shifted unconsciously against the lounger.

“Okay,” you murmured, voice low. “You’re pushing your luck.”

He only smirked.

“You’d tell me if you wanted me to stop.”

Your answer was silence, nothing but a slight smirk.

His hands drifted lower, gliding down your stomach, skimming the waistband of your bikini bottoms. His thumbs tucked under the sides, pausing.

“May I?”

“Please.” You nodded, already breathless.

He pulled them down slowly, exposing you fully. You felt the breeze against your slickness, before his hands were there, spreading sunscreen over the soft curves of your hips, then lower, until his fingertips brushed between your legs.

You whimpered.

“Look at you,” he murmured, kneeling beside you again. “All slick and warm already. You been laying out here with your tits out, just waiting for me to come out and touch you?”

“Maybe." You breathed.

He leaned down, breath ghosting over your stomach.

"God, you don't know what you do to me."

Two fingers dipped down, stroking gently through your folds. He teased you slowly, gathering your wetness, spreading it across your clit before slipping one finger inside, then two, curling just right.

You gasped, back arching off the towel.

His other hand stroked lazy circles over your clit with his thumb, adjusting the rhythm each time you clenched around his fingers.

Then, just when you thought it couldn’t get any more intense, his slick thumb grazed the tight ring of your other hole, rubbing it so softly.

You jolted with a quiet cry, and he chuckled, low and dark.

"Little bit of sunscreen must’ve slid there... I was just wiping it off.”

You moaned, biting into the edge of the towel as his fingers picked up pace.

“That felt good, huh?” Noah murmured, his voice low and rough with want as he leaned closer, the tip of his thumb teasing that tight hole again, slipping just the slightest fraction inside.

"Noah..."

Your breath hitched, hips raising involuntarily into his touch, but he was gentle, patient, his fingers curling just right inside you, slow and deliberate.

His mouth found your clit before you could even think to pull away, and it was warm and wet, tongue flicking and swirling in messy, eager licks that made your body shudder. His breath was hot and uneven against your skin, lips sucking and nibbling just enough to make you want more, want him to never stop. You felt like you were in heaven.

You bit down harder on the towel, muffling your loud moans as he slid his thumb continued to tease your other hole, circling it with soft, tantalizing strokes.

“God, you taste so good.” He whispered, lips against your clit, voice thick with need as his fingers pumped slowly inside you.

Your hands trembled, clutching the towel as your legs shook, hips bucking to meet his mouth and fingers, desperate for more friction, more pressure.

“Fuck, you’re gonna soak this towel, aren’t you?” He murmured against your skin, lips ghosting up your belly toward your mouth, catching yours in a wet, breathy kiss, making you taste yourself on his tongue.

Your answer was a desperate, broken moan, body arching as the pleasure kept building in yout belly, making you feel a little lightheaded.

He held you down softly, fingers fucking you slow, mouth worshipping every inch he could reach. Your fingers tangled into his hair as you felt yourself about to tip over the edge...

When you finally came, shaking and gasping, your cries swallowed by his mouth, Noah kept going, working you through it.

Once it started to get too much, you grabbed his wrist, gently pulling his hand away, and he pulled back a little to look at you.

"Holy shit," Noah breathed, "That was so fucking hot."

But you weren't taking any time to recover.

"Inside. Now," you said, shooting up from the lounger and grabbing his hand, "I need you to fuck me."

You dragged him through the door, and as you were about to walk him through the house, he tugged you back, grinning as he muttered a "you're not making it past here," before he set you onto the kitchen counter.

You could see the bulge through his shorts, and you assumed he wasn't wearing any boxers underneath, and that was confirmed as he yanked his shorts down, letting his cock spring free. It was already leaking, and painfully hard.

You barely had time to gasp before he grabbed your knees and spread your legs wide.

“No teasing." You whispered, breathless and needy, "Please."

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

His hands slid beneath your thighs, lifting and guiding you toward the edge of the counter, and you could feel just how sweaty his palms were against your skin, and how slick the small of your back already was against the countertop.

He lined himself up, eyes drifting down to where you were spread for him. His brows drew together, just slightly.

“Tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

You nodded, but barely got the chance to breathe before he began to press inside slowly, carefully.

The stretch still ached a little. You squeezed your eyes shut, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as he eased into you, inch by inch.

“Shit-” you whimpered, clinging to the edge of the counter as he bottomed out.

Noah stilled, breathing heavy, sweat dripping from his brow as he braced himself.

“You okay?” he asked, voice strained.

You nodded quickly, even though your eyes were still closed.

“Just… give me a second.”

His lips brushed your shoulder, a soft kiss as his hands stroked your back, grounding you.

“You feel so fucking good,” he whispered. “So tight.”

You let your legs relax a little around him, your body adjusting to the stretch. The burn slowly gave way to fullness, to pressure, to pleasure.

“Okay,” you whispered, forehead falling against his. “You can.. move.”

He obeyed with restraint, pulling back slowly and sinking into you again. Not rough or teasing. Just deep, slow strokes that had both of you panting from the heat and the sheer closeness of it all.

Your bodies were shining with sweat, skin sliding against skin, chests heaving in tandem. The kitchen felt sweltering now, filled with the sounds of soft gasps and skin hitting skin.

Your head fell back as your moans grew louder.

“Fuck, Noah-”

His grip tightened on your hips, his jaw clenched with the effort of holding back.

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” he said through gritted teeth.

“You’re not, you won't,” you whimpered. “Please don’t stop.”

You clung to his shoulders, fingers digging into sweat-slick skin as he kept the pace steady and deep. Every thrust made your breath stutter, every slow drag out and push back in felt like it lit a new fuse inside you.

But it wasn’t enough anymore. You needed something more.

“Harder...” You whispered, almost too quietly.

He didn’t hear you over the sound of his own breath, heavy and ragged in your ear.

You said it again, louder this time.

“Noah... harder. Please.”

He paused mid thrust, damp forehead pressing to yours. His eyes searched your face, like he needed to be sure.

“You’re sure?”

You nodded, teeth sinking into your bottom lip.

“I need it. You won't hurt me... I can take it. Please.”

Something in him snapped then.

He grabbed your hips tighter, pulling you flush to the edge of the counter so you were practically haning off, and his next thrust knocked the air from your lungs. It was faster, rougher, deeper than ever. No hesitation now. Just sweat and skin and the sound of him panting your name like it was a prayer.

“Fuck- yes, like that-” you gasped, head falling back as he picked up speed. The slap of skin echoed in the kitchen, lewd and slick and so filthy you almost couldn’t believe it.

He growled low in his throat as he drove into you harder, his restraint completely gone.

“This what you wanted?” he panted, his mouth hot at your jaw, your neck. “Wanted me to fuck you like this, huh?”

“Yes,” you choked out. “God, Noah, please don’t stop.”

Your legs trembled where they wrapped around him, your arms wrapping around his neck tighter as he fucked into you fast and relentless. Every inch of your skin burned, not just from the heat but from how good it felt to finally give in, to let him wreck you like this.

You could feel your orgasm building fast, that white hot pleasure, tight and desperate in your belly.

“I’m so close...” You gasped, barely getting the words out.

“Let go for me,” he grunted, slamming into you with everything he had. “I need to feel it... Need to feel you cum on my cock again...”

And with a broken cry, you did. Your legs shook, back arched, clenching so tight around him that it dragged a curse from his lips and sent him spiralling right after you.

He buried himself deep one last time, shuddering as he came, and then collapsed forward, arms braced on either side of you, both of you breathless and ruined in the heat.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of your hearts pounding and the soft whir of the ceiling fan that was doing absolutely nothing overhead.

“Holy shit,” you whispered, boneless and buzzing, "We did it..."

“Yeah,” he murmured, pressing a lazy kiss to your temple. “I'm definitely calling this week a vacation.”

The both of you took a moment before pulling apart, and you hissed as he finally pulled out, leaving you a little sore. Noah helped you down from the counter, your legs still trembling.

“Shower?” he murmured, voice rough with exhaustion, "Then we can clean up in here after... I'm just too hot and sweaty to think right now."

You nodded, barely able to form a word as he guided you down the hall.

...

The cold water was a shock at first, but it felt incredible, and rather refreshing. Noah stood behind you under the spray, arms wrapped around your waist as you both just let the water do its work. The quiet was soft, intimate. You leaned back against his chest, his hands gently smoothing soap over your skin.

After a moment, you tilted your head, looking up at him with a teasing little smile.

“You think you could go again…?”

"I want to,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your wet shoulder. “Believe me, I really do.”

You looked up at him, brows slightly furrowed.

“So… why not?”

He gave a breathy laugh, tucking a strand of wet hair behind your ear.

“Because of something called the refractory period.”

“The what?” You asked, your head tilted.

“It’s basically the time I need to, uh… recharge.” He smirked. “My body just doesn’t work like yours does... Once I finish, I need some time before I can go again.”

“Oh…” you blinked, then looked down between the two of you, a little disappointed. “That sucks.”

He chuckled, wrapping his arms tighter around your waist.

“Hey... You know I’ll make it up to you. I just need a break, angel.” That was a name he had only ever called you once. Your heart did a little dance at the sound of it again, and you felt your cheeks heat up, just as it had the first time. It was gentler than most of the names he used. Not teasing, not cheeky, just soft, like he meant it.

“Fine,” you sighed, “But only because you called me angel.”

That made him chuckle, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he leaned forward and ran a hand through your hair.

“Knew that would work.”

You both fell into a comfortable silence after that, finishing the shower together like you had all the time in the world- which right now, you did. There was no rush, and no need to fill the quiet between you. His hands moved carefully over your skin as he helped you wash the soap away, fingers lingering at your hips, your spine, the slope of your shoulders. It wasn’t sexual in the slightest, but thoughtful. He paid attention and was careful with your body, knowing it was something he’d been trusted with, and he took that seriously, even now.

The water had cooled you both down a little. You tipped your head back to let it wash over your face one last time while he squeezed out the water from his hair.

When you finally stepped out, he offered you a towel first, waiting until you’d tucked it securely around your chest before drying himself off. The mirror had fogged up completely, blurring both of your reflections in the glass as you passed on the way out of the room.

You both went back to your room to get dressed, the air hot and sticky again. You dried off, though you weren't sure if you were damp from the shower anymore, or if you were already sweating again from the heat.

“It’s still so damn hot." You murmured, pulling on a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top, nothing beneath. It was too hot.

He glanced over from where he was rifling through his bag, pulling out a pair of shorts, eyes raking over you lazily.

“I know. The shower barely helped.” He sighed.

"We could always get in the pool..." You suggested, a smirk creeping up on your face.

"Hell no," Noah laughed, "Last time we were in your pool you almost drowned me."

"Hey," you pouted, "Isn't that the point of a splashing contest? Who can splash the hardest?"

Noah chuckled, running a hand through his damp hair.

"Okay, fine, we’ll get in the pool. But first-" He pointed toward the door. "We better clean up in the kitchen."

You nodded and followed him, your bare feet soft against the floor as you made your way down the stairs. The warm summer evening breeze drifted through the open windows across the house, giving you a slight relief from the heat.

The kitchen was a little messy, some dishes in the sink, a few crumbs on the counter from your earlier snack, but nothing too bad.

Until you saw the island counter. Where Noah had fucked you on...

You felt your cheeks heat at the sight of it, you hadn't even noticed how you knocked a few things on to the floor, or how you had left a little trail of slick. You felt a little embarrassed, guilty even.

You stood still for a second, lips parting in a soft exhale.

“Yeah…” Noah said, scratching the back of his neck as his eyes landed on the same spot. “We really did a number in here, huh?”

You shot him a look, fighting back a smirk.

“You did a number on me.”

“I try my best.” He grinned.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed the roll of paper towels, and a spray bottle of disinfectant.

“You’re cleaning that part. It was your idea to do that here, so it’s your mess- I was gonna take us to the bedroom.”

“Gladly.” He smirked, taking them from you and getting to work as you picked up some of the letters and paper that you had knocked off, setting the, back on the side.

You both moved around the kitchen, cleaning and tidying things up so you wouldn't compalin about it tomorrow. The domesticity of it was almost a little strange but a comforting contrast to what you'd gotten up to earlier. Occasionally, your arms would brush or his hand would land on the small of your back as he moved past, casual and thoughtless but made you feel warm inside.

When the kitchen was clean, sparkling even, you wiped your hands on a towel and turned to him.

“Pool time?” You grinned.

“You gonna try and drown me again?” He raised an eyebrow.

“No!" You said, eyes playful, “Just wanna get in to cool off, no contests, no drowning...”

“Alright, fair enough.” Noah chuckled.

You headed upstairs to change, peeling off your tank top and shorts and changing into another bikini, this time actually putting on the top. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and smiled, feeling a little more put together than you were earlier.

When you came back down, Noah was waiting, sitting in the living room shirtless, wearing only his boxers.

“Seriously? No swim trunks?” You asked, laughing.

He shrugged sheepishly.

“Didn’t bring any. Figured these would do.”

You bit your lip, a mischievous idea forming.

“Wait here.”

You disappeared into the guest room, the one that used to be his room when you were both younger and he's stay for the summer. You rummaged through the drawers, knowing there were still a few of his old things here.

Suddenly, a pair of old, bright orange and blue swim trunks caught your eye.

“Found something!” You called out.

Noah came in and held them up, a jokingly horrified look on his face.

“No way I'm fitting into those.”

“Want me to help you try?” You smirked.

He shook his head, laughing.

“Nah, I’m good. Boxers it is.”

You gave him a sly look, stepping closer.

“You know... you could ditch the boxers and just get naked. Nobody else is gonna see.”

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow, grinning. “You like my dick that much, huh?”

You couldn’t help the blush spreading across your cheeks, looking away quickly.

“I- well, it’s not that…”

He laughed, shaking his head as he grabbed your hand and tugged you toward the stairs.

“C’mon, pool time. Let’s cool off.”

...

The water felt like heaven after suffering in the heat all day, it was cool against your skin as you waded in up to your chest. Noah ducked under for a second before resurfacing with a sharp exhale, shaking water from his hair like a dog, and laughing when droplets landed on you.

“Gross,” you teased, wiping at your face with a grin. “You’re like a labrador.”

He shrugged, floating lazily on his back.

“Labradors are loyal. I’ll take it.”

You rolled your eyes, swimming over to lean your arms on the pool edge, gazing up at the hazy, starry sky. And suddenly it was like nothing had ever changed, like you were both still kids, playing in the pool on a summers night until your parents would call you in for bed.

You sighed, a soft smile tugging at your lips at the memories that came flashing back to you.

“Remember when we used to stay out here until our fingers looked like raisins?”

Noah laughed from behind you, swimming closer.

“And your dad would get mad at us, all dramatic like, ‘You’re gonna catch a cold!’ in the middle of July.”

“He wasn’t wrong, though,” you grinned. “I got sick that one summer.”

“You got sick because you drank half the pool water trying to hold your breath longer than me.”

You turned to look at him, eyes narrowing with playful offense.

“That’s not what happened!”

“That’s exactly what happened.” He gave you a gentle splash. “You were a menace.”

You both laughed, and then it quieted. Just the sound of the water lapping against the tiles, the faint hum of night insects.

“I miss it sometimes,” you admitted, glancing up at the sky again. “How simple everything was back then. We didn’t worry about anything. It was just us, and midnight snacks, and scary movies we weren’t supposed to watch.”

Noah floated beside you, resting his arms on the edge like yours, shoulder brushing yours gently.

“Yeah. Everything felt big and exciting. Like we had all the time in the world.” A beat passed before he added, “But even now, it still kinda feels like that. With you.”

You looked over at him. He was staring up at the stars too, a soft look on his face, one you’d learned to read over the years, to recognise. The version of Noah that was calm and open and honest. The version only you ever got to see.

“I was thinking earlier,” you said, voice quiet, “About how much has changed. About how much we’ve changed. And I dunno. It’s kinda wild that I still feel like I know you better than anyone. Like even now, I know you have your band and everything... but it sometimes feels like it’s still just you and me.”

His eyes met yours, something wistful settling behind them.

“Yeah. A lot’s changed, but it’s weird how sometimes it still feels like we're still just those kids... Like nothings changed, even though everything has.”

You glanced sideways at him. He looked the most relaxed you've seen him in ages, no tension in his brows, no lines of exhaustion. Just him. Your best friend. The boy you’d grown up with. The man who now knew your body and your heart in a way no one else ever had.

“I’m really glad you came over.” You said softly. He turned his head, meeting your eyes.

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

Your throat tightened unexpectedly, and you blinked away the sting behind your eyes as you turned around.

“I just... I don’t say it enough. But I’m so fucking grateful for you, Noah.” You looked down at your fingers tracing idle circles in the water. “You always know exactly what to say. It’s like you have this... sixth sense for when I’m not okay. You don’t even have to ask, you're just there. Like when everything’s too loud in my brain, you know how to make it quiet. You make it bearable.”

“You do that for me too,” he said, almost like it hurt to admit. “Every time I feel like I’m slipping, like I don’t even know or recognise myself… it’s you. You pull me back. You always remind me of who I am, who I was before everything got so complicated, before the band all that...”

The lump in your throat grew, your chest aching like your ribs couldn’t quite contain everything inside you. You gave a broken sort of laugh, the kind that came with tears that stung behind your eyes.

“I don’t know who I’d be without you,” you whispered. “I really, really don’t.”

Noah moved closer, silent for a moment. Then, beneath the water his fingers found yours, threading through them with an ease that felt like breathing.

“You’ll never have to know,” he said softly. “I swear to god, you’ll never have to find out.”

The emotion welled, so raw in your chest that it burned, but just as your lip trembled and your eyes glossed over, a sharp splash of water hit your face.

You gasped, blinking through the droplets to see Noah grinning wickedly, both hands poised and ready for another splash.

“Did you seriously just...?”

“Oh, I seriously just!” He grinned.

You playfully narrowed your eyes.

“Okay... It’s on, bitch!”

*SPLASH*

...

Day Four

It was the fourth day Noah had been over, the fifth day you've been home alone, and you've run out of food in the house. The fridge was empty and the cupboards were bare. You leaned against the kitchen counter, staring at the empty pantry like it might magically fill itself.

Noah shuffled in behind you, eyes scanning the shelves as if he could conjure lunch out of thin air.

“Alright, what do we have here?” He muttered, digging through the cans and boxes on the top shelf- where you couldn't reach. Then he froze, holding up a dented tin with a faded label.

“Are these… peaches?” He asked, squinting.

You glanced at the label.

“Uh… fifteen years out of date.”

Noah held it up like some rare archaeological find.

“How is this still here? You’ve moved twice since then.”

You laughed, shaking your head.

“Guess it's my parents' backup plan for the apocalypse.”

“No way I’m opening that.” Noah said, tossing it back onto the shelf with mock disgust.

"So... grocery store?"

...

The windows were down, letting the warm breeze swirl through the car as Noah’s fingers tapped along the steering wheel, his favourite fall out boy cd playing.

“I still can’t believe we went through an entire week’s worth of food in two days,” you muttered, scrolling through the notes app on your phone where you’d hastily started a shopping list. “Like... what the fuck.”

Noah snorted, shooting you a sideways glance.

“I can. We’ve either been fucking, sleeping, or acting like actual children in the pool...You wore me out, I needed fuel.” He smirked.

“Oh my god." You huffed dramatically, "So it’s my fault we went through everything in the fridge?”

“Yes,” he said again, completely serious. “You moan like that and expect me not to chug three glasses of mango juice after?”

You burst out laughing, slapping his arm lightly as he turned into the store parking lot.

“I can’t with you.”

“You could, and you did... a couple times, if I recall correctly.”

“Noah!” You squealed, laughing as you covered your face with your hands.

He just chuckled, parking the car smoothly.

“I’m just saying. If we want to survive the rest of the week, we need snacks... and probably some energy drinks, and protein bars...”

You watched him as he took the keys from the engine, taking his phone from his pocket.

“Promise not to embarrass me inside the store?” You asked.

“Absolutely not.”

“Of course not." You sighed, unbuckling your seatbelt as he climbed out.

As he rounded the front of the car to meet you on your side, he reached for your hand, giving it a casual squeeze before tugging you toward the entrance, only letting go to get a cart.

“I swear,” you muttered, nudging him with your shoulder as you walked through the doors, “If you make any dirty jokes while we’re in here, I’m walking home.”

“That’s fair,” he said. “But I do have thoughts about cucumbers when I see 'em.”

“Noah!”

He just grinned.

“Love you!”

“Unfortunately,” you muttered, grinning right back, “I love you too.”

You walked around for a few minutes, throwing some things you knew you needed into the cart (and some things you definitely didn't.) But just as you were walking down the produce aisle, you spotted something- or someone.

A guy. Alone. He looked like he was in his 60s, his grey hair only covering half of his head. He was stood very still at the end of the aisle, like he'd pause to check his grocery list- but his eyes were very much on you, and he wasn't too subtle about it either.

You looked away quickly, pretending to focus on the fruit as a chill ran over your spine. You moved a little closer to Noah, without even noticing it, your hand lightly brushing his arm as if to anchor yourself.

He didn’t notice at first. Just kept joking about the girth of one particular banana, and taking a picture of it to send to Nicholas.

But as you turned down the next aisle, and the next, you caught sight of the same man again, this time at the far end of the snacks section, pretending to look at a shelf of crackers while still watching you.

You didn’t say anything, but you had a really bad feeling setting in your stomach every time you looked at him, like you had a gut feeling something was wrong.

This time, you actually slipped your arm into Noah’s, and he looked down at you.

“You good?” He asked, a little confused.

You nodded quickly.

“Yeah. Just cold!”

His brows knitted together slightly, but he didn’t press. He let you hang onto him, pushing the cart along with one hand, and kept up the chatter to keep things feeling normal.

You were crouched down comparing jars of pasta sauce when it happened again, only this time Noah noticed too. He glanced up and spotted the guy halfway down the aisle, pretending to browse canned soup while blatantly staring.

His entire demeanour shifted. You felt his body go tense as he straightened beside you. His hand came to rest protectively on your back.

You stood and followed his line of sight.

“...He’s been watching me since the produce aisle." You said softly, "I don't like the way he's-"

“Kiss me.”

“What?” You blinked.

He turned to face you fully.

“Kiss me. Quick.”

“But... we only really kiss when we have sex-”

“Yeah, well,” he said, gently cupping your jaw, “We’re improvising. Just pretend.”

“Noah-”

“Please. Trust me. It's either this, or I go over and knock that guy out."

You hesitated, but only for a second.

And then you leaned up, stood on your tip toes and kissed him.

It was only quick but still felt real, his large hand warm on your cheek, his lips soft against yours. It wasn’t messy or desperate, or anything like that, it was just a simple kiss. Like it wasn’t the first time, and wouldn’t be the last.

When you pulled away, you glanced back. The man had disappeared from the aisle.

“Thank you.” You let out a breath you didn't realise you were holding.

Noah just nodded and gently took your hand.

“No problem, but now it's time to find some cereal.”

You both walked down to the cereal aisle, Noah pushing the cart as you walked beside him. The two of you were already arguing over which box to get.

“Okay, please can we be adults about this and just get the knock off brand? It tastes the same.”

“You did not just say that." You gasped, genuinely offended. "The knock off tastes like cardboard, Noah."

“But it’s cheaper, you could get two of 'em for the price of that!”

“But it's better!" You argued, reaching for the bright red box of the real thing. “We deserve the good cereal.”

He shot you a look, amused but stubborn.

“You’re so dramatic... Fine. But I get to pick the pizza we get tonight."

“Deal!” You smirked, victorious as you dropped the overpriced cereal into the cart with a flourish.

He shook his head, laughing under his breath.

“You’re gonna rot your teeth.”

“You’re gonna rot your soul being this grumpy at the cereal aisle.” You shot back playfully, your hands on your hips.

You were still smiling when he nudged you gently with his elbow.

“Hey, can you grab me that one? Blue box... Bottom shelf."

“Why can’t you get it?”

“Because I’m doing the hard part.” He gestured grandly to the cart. “Pushing this thing around while you spend all my money.”

You rolled your eyes but bent down, your arm reaching out to grab the box-

THWACK.

You jolted, letting out a startled squeak as you grabbed the cereal box and whipped your head around to glare at him.

“Noah!” You hissed, eyes wide.

He was already laughing, one hand braced on the shopping cart for support as he nearly doubled over.

“Oh my god, the sound it made..." he tried to hold back his laughter, but failed, "Could I sample that? We've been trying to the perfect drum-"

"No!" You shoved the box into his chest, "You are not sampling my ass!"

"Why? I'd put you in the credits-"

“You’re such a dick.” You tried to fight the smile tugging at your lips, but failed miserably. "You're lucky we're in public."

“Oooh,” he wiggled his eyebrows, “Is that a threat, sweetheart?”

"Noah. Keep walking or I'm beating you ass in the parking lot."

The final aisle was frozen food, and there were a couple things you needed to get, and Noah had already picked a pizza for the two of you to share tonight.

"No," you shook your head, holding back a laugh, "I am not eating chicken nugget pizza!"

"But you said I could choose," he smirked, "You got the expensive cereal, I'm getting the chicken nugget pizza!"

"Noah-"

"Nope!" He grinned, already dropping it into the cart, "It's not up for debate."

"Can't you get... I dunno the pepperoni one or something?"

"But that doens't sound as exciting as chicken nuggets!"

You groaned, dragging a hand down your face and then out of the corner of your eye, you noticed an old couple- they must've been at least in their 70s.

"Awh," the lady smiled soflty, her voice gentle, "Young love."

"Reminds me of when we started dating, all those years ago," her husband- or so you assumed- chuckled, "Remember that argument we had over peas?"

"And I let you win." She smiled, and they both laughed at the memory, before turning their attention back to you and Noah, both frozen in horror, eyes wide.

"Oh!" you rushed out, your voice an octave too high, "We're not... uh, we aren't together!"

"Just friends- best friends!" Noah added quickly, his cheeks pink.

The old lady's smile didn't budge, if anything it frew wider.

"Mhm, sure thing, sweetheart."

"Seen it a million times," her husband added with a wink, "That's love if I've ever seen it."

You and Noah stood in stunned silence as the couple wandered off, still chuckling to themselves.

But it was true, you did love him, and he loved you back, but it was on a level nobody else could understand. It would feel wrong to actually date him, but somehow exploring each others bodies felt so right. You couldn't imagine ever marrying him, but at the same time you couldn't imagine anyone else you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

It wasn't just platonic, but it wasn't just romantic. It was something neither of you could ever explain, something nobody else would ever feel.

...

By the time you got home, your arms were aching from carrying the bags of shopping. You took a quick shower whilst Noah unpacked and put everything away, and then you came back down the stairs in your pyjamas- a tank top and a loose pair of sleep shorts, a different colour to the ones you wore yesterday.

You saw Noah had left the pizzas on the side, the chicken nugget one, and the margarita one he had let you get if you promised to at least try some of his one.

You bent down to open the oven, taking out a couple trays. You didn't even notice how Noah froze beside you, mid-unpacking.

Because as you crouched down, he couldn't help but look... and he swallowed hard at the sight, you had no underwear on...

He felt his cock twitch in his jeans, blood rushing south so fast it made his breath catch. You were still completely unaware, humming softly as you slid the pizzas onto the trays, pushing them into the oven.

It was only when you stood up, all casual, brushing your hands on your thighs before turning to face him.

"What?" You asked, noticing the way his eyes lingered.

"You're not wearing any underwear." He said, his lips twitching into a smirk.

Your face flushed instantly.

"Noah!"

"Hey!" He held his hands up, his grin only spreadnig wider. "I'm not complaining!"

You crossed your arms over your chest, cheeks still burning.

"It's more comfortable like this!"

"Comfortable, huh?" His gaze dropped to the hem of your shorts again, shameless, "Well, now I'm the one who's uncomfortable."

Your eyes widened a little, drifting down to where his jeans had grown noticeable tighter.

"Noah..." You said again, more breathless this time.

"You're walking around with your pussy peaking out like that and think it's fair?" He leans in a little, his lips brushing near your ear, his voice dropping an octave, "Do you know what that does to me?"

"I wasn't trying to do anything-"

"You never are," he smiled against your skin, "And that's what makes it worse."

You pulled back a little, staring up at him, feeling heat spread all the way from your chest down to your core.

“Think I can make you cum before the pizzas done?”

You swallowed, the directness of his question making your thighs press together. You nodded, barely, already dizzy with anticipation, making his smirk return.

“Then turn around.”

You did.

Slowly, you pressed your hands to the counter as he sank to his knees behind you, palms trailing down the backs of your thighs.

“Timer says fifteen minutes,” he murmured, tugging your shorts down, his breath hot against your bare skin. “Bet I can make you cum twice in that time.”

You let out a soft, shaky laugh, but it melted into a gasp when his hands smoothed up your thighs, thumbs brushing along the crease where your legs met your hips.

“Twice?” You breathed, your voice already trembling with anticipation.

He turned you around so he could look up at you, pupils blown wide, that familiar spark dancing in his eyes.

“You doubt me?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t, not when he was already pressing a kiss just below your bellybutton, dragging his mouth lower like he had all the time in the world.

“Noah…” You whispered, fingers sinking into his hair.

He hummed at the sound of his name, lips brushing your skin as he looked up again, serious now.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.”

“I don’t.” You whispered, shaking your head.

Delicately, he kissed up your thigh, keeping his eyes on yours, before lifting your right leg over his shoulder, spreading you open for him.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this.” He murmured, eyes drifting between your parted lips above and the ones below. His voice was still full of awe, like he still couldn’t believe you let him see you like this.

He didn’t rush. He never did. One hand slid up your other thigh, fingers splayed wide to keep you steady, while his mouth leaned forward to kiss just above your clit.

“Shit…” You whispered, your voice already shaky.

“I know, baby.” He smiled softly against you, “I’ve got you.”

Then, finally, he licked you. One long, deliberate stroke of his tongue that made your hips buck and your hands scramble for something to hold on to- his shoulders, the counter behind you, anything.

You could feel him smile again as he did it once more, slower this time, like he was savoring you. His tongue moved with skill, flicking gently at your clit, then flattening out and dragging across you, again and again, until your head was tipped back and your mouth hung open with silent gasps.

His fingers dug into your hips as you tried to move, but he held you still.

“Stay still for me.” He said gently, lips brushing against your folds.

Your stomach tightened, the lovely feeling building fast. Your hand found his hair and you threaded your fingers through it, clinging to him as he circled your clit with the tip of his tongue, then sucked it into his mouth, then circled it again, the lewd, wet sounds only making you feel more lightheaded.

It didn’t take long. It never did when he touched you like this. You came with a breathless moan of his name, thighs shaking, body tensing as pleasure rushed through you. He held you through it, mouth still moving gently, drawing all he could out of you.

He gave your clit one final kiss before easing your leg off his shoulder, kissing up your body before his lips met yours.

“Hey, look at that… Only took me five minutes.” He smirked.

Day Five

You and Noah had both spent the entire morning cleaning up the house. You got a text from your dad last night saying he'd be back later today, and although you felt a little upset about this being the last time you and Noah would have all this time together alone, you knew you'd never forget what happened. Not just the sex, or the cuddles, but feeling like it was just the two of you again, like things weren't as complicated as they are.

However, you noticed Noah wasn't fully present all day. You assumed it was just because he was upset that he had to leave so early- although that wasn't the case, you both knew your dad would be fine with him staying.

You both ordered food in for lunch, but Noah barely touched his. You put on an old childhood movie, one you two would always watch together, but it was clear he wasn't paying attention. He was checking his phone every 5 minutes, and you could tell something was bothering him- but usually he'd tell you.

You didn’t say anything at first. You didn’t want to push. But by the time the movie was almost over and Noah still hadn’t laughed at any of your favourite lines, you couldn’t ignore it anymore.

You paused the film, the room going quiet except for the sound of the ceiling fan and the faint sound of birds outside.

“Noah?”

He blinked, finally looking away from his phone.

“Yeah?”

“What’s going on with you?” You studied his face.

“Nothing!" He said too quickly, making you raise a brow.

He sighed, setting the phone down on the armrest beside him.

“I didn’t wanna tell you today...”

“Tell me what?” Your stomach twisted.

He hesitated again, jaw clenched like he was physically holding something back.

“Matt texted me earlier. I'm going back on tour again soon... It’s confirmed.”

You blinked, not understanding at first.

"Okay?... And you don't want to? Or-"

"It's a big tour... supporting one of the biggest bands in the scene. It’s the biggest thing we’ve ever landed.”

“That’s…” you started, heart stuttering, “That’s amazing, Noah!”

He gave a small, grateful smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

"But, the thing is..." He paused, exhaling like it was almost painful to talk about.

"What?"

"It's a world tour. I'll be gone for three, maybe four months... And we leave in a few weeks."

Suddenly you felt like you couldn't breathe.

Four months without him. Your best friend, your person.

This whole week had already felt like a long, slow goodbye. Now it felt like you were running out of time all over again.

You felt sick.

You looked down at your hands, fingers curled into your sleeves.

"Were you not gonna tell me?" You asked, not daring to look up at him.

"I was, but I knew you were already upset about this being our last day... I didn't want to make things worse." He said softly, "And I couldn't bare to see that look on your face."

You didn’t realise you were crying until he leaned in and brushed a thumb gently under your eye.

“Hey,” he said, pulling you in until your forehead rested against his. “We’ve done time apart before.”

“Not like this.”

“No,” he admitted. “Not like this.”

There was a moment of silence, and it felt like you were suffocating in it, until he spoke again.

“But I’m coming back to you,” he said. “You know that, right? No matter how far I go. It’s always gonna be you and me.”

“I just wish we had more time.” Your lips trembled.

He kissed your forehead, the only place he’d let himself kiss you when it wasn’t about sex. Something sacred and soft he'd always done.

“So do I,” he whispered. “But we’ve still got a few hours. Let’s make them count.”

"I don't... I don't feel like doing it right now."

"I didn't mean it like that," Noah quickly corrected, "I mean... just spending time together-"

"But that's only going to make things worse when you leave, Noah!" You cried, your hand coming up to your face to silence your sobs.

He only held you closer, his chin resting on the top of your head as he took a deep breath.

"It was all a lie wasn't it... in the pool... I told you I don't know who I'd be without you and you told me I'd never have to find out... And you knew all along you were going to fucking leave!"

"No! I never... the tour sounded too good to be true, I didn't think they'd actually take us... but I can text Matt, I can tell him to pull us out-"

"Don't you dare." You said, glaring at him with red, glossy eyes, "Noah. Ever since we were kids, this is what you wanted. This could be your big break, and I'm not letting you hold yourself back just because of me."

"I would do anything for you, y/n..." Noah said, his eyes now beginning to sting, "...Fucking anything."

"I know..." you said with a sniffle, now wiping the tears from his eyes, "Which is why you have to go. This is your dream, everything you've spent the last 21 years working towards."

"Just don't forget about me," he said, forcing a small chuckle, "I'll make sure I call and text everyday just to check in."

"I'll get sick of you." You laughed, wiping your under eyes.

"As if you'd ever." He smiled softly, before taking your hand in his.

...

The rest of the day passed too quickly for your liking.

You finished tidying the place up and ordered dinner, just something simple, though neither of you were very hungry, and you ate it curled up on the couch. Not talking much, but touching. His hand on your leg. Your foot tucked beneath his thigh. Just a form of quiet reassurance.

By the time the sun started to set, your dad texted: “Home in 30 mins. Can’t wait to see you!!”

You stared at the message, feeling your stomach twist.

Noah caught the look on your face.

“That him?”

“Yeah." You nodded, "He’ll be here soon.”

Noah sighed, brushing his hair back with one hand.

“Guess that’s my cue.”

“You can stay a little longer,” you said quickly. “He won’t care.”

But Noah was already rising, dusting imaginary crumbs from his jeans, trying to look casual.

“It's okay. I don’t wanna make it any harder.”

You followed him to the door in silence, heart hammering. It felt too final, and too sudden.

At the door, he paused, looking at you like he was trying to memorise every part of you, your hair, your eyes, the exact way you were frowning up at him.

“I’ll call you tonight,” he promised again, his voice soft. “Soon as I get home.”

You nodded, but your chest was too tight to speak.

Then he leaned in and kissed your forehead, letting his lips linger there just a second longer than usual.

And then… he just left.

You stood in the doorway long after his car disappeared down the street, your arms wrapped around yourself, like maybe that would keep the shattered pieces of your heart from spilling everywhere.

When your dad pulled up minutes later, he called out before he even reached the porch.

"Hey, sweetie!"

You forced a smile, meeting him at the door, giving him the tightest hug you could manage. He ruffled your hair, pulled back, and looked at you more closely.

“Everything okay?” he asked, brows pulling together. “You look... upset.”

You let out a shaky laugh.

“I’m fine.”

But he didn’t buy it for a second.

“Where’s Noah? Thought I’d get to say hi.”

“He left a few minutes ago.”

“Oh.” He tilted his head. “He’s not staying tonight?”

You shook your head, your throat closing up again. Your dad’s eyes softened.

“What’s going on?”

And before you could stop yourself, it all came spilling out. The week you’d spent together (but leaving out most of the details). The tour. The goodbye. The aching part of you that didn’t want him to go, even if you knew he had to.

Your dad listened the whole time, quietly, nodding along. When you were finished, wiping your face with your sleeve, he gave a small, thoughtful hum.

“You know,” he said after a moment, “We’re going on vacation next week.”

You blinked, caught off guard.

“Yeah… I forgot.”

“Why don’t you invite him?” your dad said gently. “One last trip together, it'd be like when he used to join us when you were kids. No pressure. Just... before everything changes.”

You stared at him, wide eyed.

“Are you serious?”

“He’s practically family. I’d love to have him there. And I think he’d like the chance to spend more time with you before he heads out into the world.”

"Shouldn't I ask mum first?"

"Pfft," your dad waved a hand, "She hasn't answered any of my texts all day. And I know she'll say to invite him too, she loves him like a son."

Your heart swelled at that, just a little.

“But I don’t know if he’ll say yes... It's next week, he might already have plans."

“Well, he’d be an idiot not to, unless he has a reason of course. Just ask him anyway.”

You let out a small laugh, sniffling again.

“Thanks, Dad.”

He pulled you into another hug.

“Go call him. Or text. Whatever you kids do.”

You nodded, picking your phone up from the couch and making your way up the stairs. And just as you reached the top, your phone buzzed in your pocket.

Noah is calling...

Your heart beated a little faster, but your thumb was already pressing answer.

"Hey!"

“Hi... I just got home,” he said, his voice instantly comforting in your ear. “Did your dad get in okay?”

“Yeah,” you said softly, gripping the banister. “He asked about you.”

“Oh yeah?” you could hear the small smile in his voice. “Tell him I said hi.”

You reached the top of the stairs and padded slowly down the hallway.

“I did.”

There was a pause. A quiet inhale from Noah, like he was trying to decide if he should say more, but before he could, you stopped in front of your bedroom door.

You turned the handle and stepped inside.

And just like that, your throat felt tight again.

The bed was still messy from this morning, the blankets rumpled from where he’d rolled out, the pillow he used still dented, the hoodie he took off still hanging off the edge. It looked like he was still there. Like if you blinked hard enough, he’d be standing next to you, shirtless and sleepy and smirking, ready to wrap his arms around you.

You couldn’t even walk toward it.

“Y/n?” Noah’s voice crackled through the speaker, gentle but unsure. “You okay?”

You swallowed.

“Yeah, I just… I just got to my room.”

"Shit... that's the only room we forgot to tidy..." Then quieter, he asked, “Is it bad?”

You sat down on the edge of your desk chair instead, avoiding the bed completely.

“It’s just exactly how you left it... And your hoodies still here.”

Noah didn’t respond for a second.

"Keep it," he said softly, followed by, "I miss you already."

That nearly broke you.

“Hey…” you said quickly, blinking back the fresh sting behind your eyes. “There’s something I wanted to ask you.”

“Anything.”

“My dad reminded me... we’re going on vacation next week. Just a family trip down to Florida, but...” You hesitated, biting your lip. “He suggested you come with us.”

There was a moment of silence on his end.

“I know it’s short notice, and maybe it’s dumb, and you’re probably really busy before tour but-”

“Wait, really?” He cut in. “He said that?”

“Yeah,” you whispered. “He was the one who brought it up. Said it could be one last trip. Before, you know… everything changes.”

You waited, barely breathing.

Then came his voice again, soft and so full of emotion you could feel it through the phone.

“I’d love that.” Relief rushed through you so fast your shoulders sagged.

“I’ll book a ticket tonight,” he added. “If he’s okay with it... I’m there.”

“He’s more than okay with it. He called you family, Noah.”

There was a long moment of quiet, until Noah said,

“You’re gonna make me cry again.”

“You’re such a sap.” You laughed through your own teary smile, curling your knees up into your chest on the chair.

“For you?” he said. “Always.”

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undertalethingems · 2 months ago

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honestly I’m just glad that u have a schedule for posting new pages of unexpected guests tbh

like so many fan comics are just posted randomly, which, fair, but you’ve been doing this for yeeears, and not with multiple comics, but just this singular one! idk exactly how long unexpected guests has been going for, but I’ve personally been following for about 5ish years now, and there was already a good chunk of comic I was able to catch up on at the time! the dedication is insane!

and you do this all FOR FREE??? like, that’s crazy?? this is probably one of my favorite pieces of undertale media, and it feels illegal that it’s free smh

so what u miss some uploads or are late sometimes? you literally have a life outside of this comic, and this is probably something that you just do for fun. all of y’all who get impatient, i get it, u like the comic and want to c more, but plz, have some patience 🙏. it’s kinda rude and annoying to pester someone about this kinda thing, even if done with non malicious intentions.

anyway, sorry if i’m overstepping, but i just love ur work, and i felt bad seeing all the people complaining about the late chapter. take all the time u need!

oh yeah, I've mentioned in the past that when i was first planning how to make unexpected guests as a comic, i knew I'd need a posting schedule just for my own sake. I procrastinate a lot, even on things i like doing, and a regular deadline has (usually) helped me stay on top of things, while also giving my readers an 'anchor' so that yeah, they're not left wondering when the next update will be. I'd seen how that affects other comics, and knew i wanted to avoid it if i could. The first page was posted March 2nd, 2017, and somehow, I'm still at it??? I'm surprised too :'D

And yeah, it's all just because i had a story i wanted to share, and had the time and skill to do it in comic form. I really do appreciate when people deign to give me money over it, that's their hard earned cash they're handing over for pictures of silly skeletons. But I'd be doing it anyway because it's more fun sharing pictures of silly skeletons with other people.

And yeah, sometimes I'm busy, or my brain won't cooperate with me for one reason or another, and that means the comic gets put to the wayside a little. I don't think there's a single artist this doesn't happen to. But i really appreciate that for every impatient or entitled person that comes along, there's many more people who are understanding and offer their rebuttals and support. I have waaaay more positive messages like this one hoarded in my inbox than I've ever had negative, haha.

so thank you for the kind words, they genuinely mean a lot to me ^^

#Undertalethingem chats #Oh no! A genuine compliment!!#It's a bit long sorry ^^;

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gangplanksorenji · 1 year ago

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Kinknuary Day 11: Riding

Pairing: NMIXX Haewon x Male Reader

Word Count: 4,359

[Kinknuary Masterlist]

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You’re making a fool of yourself, and Haewon too.

You tend to be an attentive person, capable of being aware of anything and tend to go straightforward but you’re just acting like you’re oblivious and god, you’re bad at it. Thankfully, Haewon is worse at reading your true emotions towards her and that’s a sigh of relief—you didn’t want it this way but it just feels uncanny being romantically involved in a relationship with her, even though you’re one of her close friends.

I guess, you’re just in the “friend’s zone” no matter what happens, but you could never be so sure because sometimes, she can be unfathomable.

“God, I've been so stressed lately.” Haewon thuds at your couch as she stares up at the ceiling, feeling a little exhausted from the earlier party the both of you attended.

“Maybe you’re just being too harsh on yourself, Haewon.” You remark as subtle concern emanates through you in which, Haewon jokingly teases you with that, not before rolling her eyes and letting off a scoff towards you.

“Wow, you’re concerned for me, hm? That’s not you—that’s not you!!” She changes her lazy demeanor into a lively one as she looks at you with a surprised face (knowing it’s genuinely sarcastic), rushing towards you and then holding your shoulders as she slightly shakes you, teasing you even more as her dorky personality shows.

“Yah, stop it!” You brush Haewon off with your arms as she pouts after you remove her hands all over you, a little bewildered with your possibly irritated approach. “I’m just saying that you’re maybe just overworking yourself on too much, that’s all.”

Haewon reflects for a bit, thinking that you’re maybe right in these circumstances as she takes this a little too seriously. Maybe approaching such deadlines and procrastinating too much isn’t going to do the job, and setting time schedules to do productive things would be the right call and you’re letting her know how she can be more efficient and she can do better than that.

Of course, you’re thoughtful about her, even though you may act like a hypocrite sometimes and deny it, there’s still a heart inside you that values her as much as she does towards you. The sign of the hint of anxiety painting her face earlier as she overthinks about it is alarming for you, and you don’t want Haewon too feel like that everytime, even when there are times (like earlier) that she should enjoy and have fun but because of it, it’s going towards the opposite way.

“Yeah, maybe I am—sorry though…”

You paint a confused face from her nigh-melancholic remarks as you’re not used to seeing Haewon being down all of a sudden. “Sorry for what?”

“You know—how I acted a little off earlier, at the party. I know I should be enjoying it earlier and I’m sorry for that…”

Haewon is now being true and open to herself and it’s great to see that she’s vocal about it. Brushing off the whimsical atmosphere from earlier, you offered her to sit down onto the couch as you’re all ears on what she just said. You’ve never felt this serious about addressing your concern towards her and of course, you reassure her by stroking her hair and letting her know that everything is going to be alright because you’re there by her side, as always.

“You don’t need to be sorry, Haewon. You just need to plan things ahead and you’ll cope out of this, alright? I’m here to help, too.”

Haewon smiles at your reassurance, feeling genuinely thankful with your thoughtfulness even though you don’t really show it to her often. “Yeah, thanks though—maybe I needed that…” Not so long after, awkward silence ensues between the both of you as it’s clearly obvious that the both of you aren’t used to being thoughtful against each other but nonetheless, the both of you (especially Haewon) appreciated your kind words. “You know what? I wanna do something since I’m getting pretty stressed lately.”

Ah yes, the usual dodging and the turmoil of current topics—it’s a classic move by Haewon and with those words and that tone being uttered by her mouth, this can mean two things and it’s pretty straightforward: it’s either she wants to battle against you in an online game or basically, she wants to destress by having sex with you. The former is pretty obvious since she loves playing one-versus-one games with you whenever she is feeling competitive, or if she just wants to relax and chill out, then she’ll invite you to play some farming games yet the latter, is something interesting and somewhat, what piques you into this moment. Sex isn’t new for the both of you as you casually do it with whenever the both of you feel like it and it’s also the time where the both of you confess your kinks, wants and some experimental stuff that you both want to try. It even comes to a point where the both of you needed to take breaks because on how wild and exhausting you guys went into and also buying some soundproof foams just for your neighbor’s ears to be saved mostly from Haewon’s screams of pleasure—and it’s always bleeding your ear, every goddamn time but you didn’t care.

Well, I guess the both of you are the freakiest friends to ever exist.

“Just say you want to have sex with me, Haewon.” You’re straightforward and stern whilst Haewon is in utter hypocrisy and in denial. Even though she’s back at her usual roots when it comes to gaslighting you, you can’t deny that her eyes are glistening with lust as soon as you say those words and you're not oblivious nor stupid to not think about it.

“What if it’s not the case, huh, pervert?” You’re not affected by that knowing it’s just one of her tactics of another gaslight and soon, she’ll eat her words up.

“I highly doubt it, Haewon. I bet you’re wet as fuck right now imagining my cock ravaging your tight pussy—”

“Yah! Not too fast, idiot…” Haewon lightly punches your shoulders as she feels aroused at what you’ve said, crossing her legs a little as she can feel her urges finally turning her on. You know how to pick her locks and as much as she wants to deny it, she can’t help but voice out her needs as the inevitable desires that she’s been seeking for is now making her a different girl. “But you’re fucking right—I want it now~”

Of course, she’ll give in to her own desires in some time as she swiftly hops her figure to mount over your clothed nether region and rubs her hips greedily onto it. You, smirking in delight, finally caught her eye as you tease her with her needy state, her constant small whimpers and biting of lip is a good reason behind it.

“See, I know you’ll give in soon, Haewon—I know you.”

“Fuck you—just shut up and let me do my thing.” Haewon continues to grind onto your crotch in which you loved the feeling because of how mutually arousing it is for both parties. You and your hands didn’t become idle as you encouraged her with more dirty talk and your hands caressing the slender finger that her outfit shows, your eyes lighting up in admiration as her body is simply the epitome of perfection. Of course, with both your desires needed to be attended as soon as possible, the both of you didn’t waste time to strip off your the clothing that has been preventing the both of you with such enchanting touches as Haewon starts the show and you, picking up the scraps and following her steps.

With the hot scene being taken in place, you want both parties to be busy with something torrid and—there you go, pull her wrists to initiate such an intimate kiss and she eagerly reciprocates like always. The kiss was full of profounded fervor as every second finds vigor in every peck and neither of you chose to even pull out, not even Haewon herself because she just fonds herself indulging into it further. Knowing how you’re insatiable and delectable at her end, she wouldn’t dare to act tough and push you just to pull out and say that she doesn’t want it—you’re pretty confident that she won’t retaliate as it’s working effectively so far but you could never be so sure. Why is this such a big deal? Well, there are a couple of things why and here are those: firstly, Haewon wants to go straight to where she wants her needs to be unattended, no matter which hole or whatever she may think of; second, kissing Haewon this intimately like this is like finding a needle in the haystack as you know that she doesn’t really indulge into deep kisses like this and that’s why you’re a bit perplexed that she’s not pulling out of your lips’ warm embrace and lastly; Haewon doesn’t really want to share her true feelings as she’s afraid of spilling something out of her mouth that could make both of you uncomfortable. Some of these conclusions are mostly correct as with years of knowing her, you knew that these are the possible reasons but you could never be so sure.

Speaking of the devil, it didn’t last that long as she pulled out and as much as you want to indulge further, that wouldn’t be possible as the both of you untangle each other’s lips and hurriedly catched breaths, chasing oxygen. While you were utterly satisfied that you got to taste her luscious lips, Haewon, on the other hand, isn’t really a fan of it—and again, peak hypocrisy is possessing her and obviously, she’ll deny that she felt more than greatness making up a torrid kiss with you.

“We’re not going to make love with all of these kisses—I want you fill me up, nice and easy—”

“Stop acting like you didn’t love it, Haewon.” You roll your eyes out as you express annoyance and a hint of disappointment towards her hypocrite actions. You know she loved it, considering how her hands involuntarily coursed it’s way onto the back of your neck, stopping her from stripping her outfit and with that, she can’t help but embrace defeat as she doesn’t have a strong weapon up in her sleeve to fight back.

“You’re so annoying! Maybe I did because you’re a good fucking kisser—there, happy?” Of course, Haewon expresses her discomfort with your sudden intimacy as every word is laced with sarcasm as every isn’t genuine because you could feel and you know her too well. You know she isn’t seriously angry in any means and meant to just annoy you and tease you, so you didn’t find her “furious” demeanor too serious.

“Hah, come on, Haewon, you’re no fun! But honestly, I’ve been wanting this all along, not gonna lie to you.” Helping her strip away her clothing with the dexterity of your hands, you get rid of it one by one as you can see Haewon’s face getting curious and puzzled, wondering what could be the real cause of your wants.

“To kiss me intimately, hm? ‘Cause all I really know is that my lips are as addicting as my tight pussy, isn’t it?” Opposite from Haewon’s hypocrite approach and repudiative personality in terms of vocalizing each self’s wants, you, on the other hand is more straightforward and optimistic, always lying onto complimenting people as it gets better for both parties and you still keep the persona even with Haewon, but teasing and mocking is inevitable as it’s such a guilty pleasure to see Haewon being annoyed or angry at you.

“Well, you’re definitely a clever girl with that judgment, Haewon.”

You can’t lie about that as every feature Haewon has is pure art as you all love them equally but one must prevail and it’s pretty obvious for you since you love the thought of just mindlessly hammering her tight, warm cavern until she submits into full submission and lust. As she completely undresses the possibly hectic clothing out of her scrumptious body, you were met with a simple yet lethal look that complimented the slender curves of her body: a white-laced bra followed by a set of white panties in which, would be deemed useless once the show starts over. You don’t want her hanging by a thread, leaving her almost naked as you undressed your clothing off, unbuttoning your pants as quickly as possible and yanking it off you and then throwing it out on wherever it lands on the living room, as well as removing your polo shirt off within a speed of light. Leaving the both of you with only a single defense left before you drool on each other’s bodies, the both of you didn’t even hesitate for a single bit as you removed the last bit of your iron walls and immediately, your eyes collapse onto each other’s remarkable features: you eyed her perky breasts and her taut nipples, as well as her probably wet cunt from all of the dirty talk from earlier and Haewon eyed your fully-erect length like it’s a meal to be savored and used, her eyes getting lit up with lust in every throb it does.

“I’m just going to say this again, because I’ll know you’ll tend to forget it—” Haewon gets dangerously close towards you as she’s inches away from feeling her touch but she has other plans, and tends to whisper such factual claims that you’ll absolutely agree on. “—I’ll rock your world today to the point that you’ll forget anything except my tight pussy around your rock-hard cock.”

Well, she isn’t wrong, because whenever the two of you had sex, it always ends up with both of you succumb onto your needs as the moans of satisfaction is enough as an evidence and also on how much arousal and stimulation the both of you are into whenever you fuck each others’ brains out. In your words, she’s truly the epitome of a switch but now, you’ll let yourself be the meal that she’ll devour but she has more thoughts kept in her sleeve.

“Well, Haewon—how do you want me today, hm?”

“You know, since you’ve been so good on me lately and I’ve been wanting to do this with you…” You set off a puzzling look as Haewon softens her tone, wanting you to be all ears on what she has to say as curiosity fully sets you off onto asking her what she wants for now.

“What would you want to do, Haewon?”

Haewon fixes her position as she lets you lay down onto the couch, relaxing yourself as you fully immerse yourself onto what she’s going to be up to and she utters, “I want to ride the living fuck out of you—that’s what I want to do.”

Well, that wasn’t much of a hard guess since the position and her mounting onto your crotch is indeed an obvious sign that she wants to ride you. Well, this wasn’t new on your watch as she rode you for like months ago and would love to experience it again and here you are, fulfilling that dream of yours. This wasn’t anything you’d really want to do with her as you find this unorthodox on your own words because you’d rather fuck her and gain the better leverage and dominance to handle her body in which, she fully submits to.

You won’t complain since it’s also an arousing thought with Haewon having to ride your cock like it’s her last and you’ll give her what she wants.

She started off with such leisure strokes that made you groan in pleasure, such sensual sensitivity also adding to the twist and making everything better. Not so long after, she teases her glistening lips onto your throbbing shaft, as you can already feel the wetness enveloping your tip and soon enough, you grew impatient with her antics, and you need to let her know about it.

“Aren’t you going to ride me or just tease the living fuck out of me?”

“Just wait, you horny fuck—” Haewon glares at you with an intent to faze you but it was the opposite. The anticipation is too much to handle and you can’t take anymore, and neither does she. “—foreplay is an important element so chill your horny ass down.”

But you know she can’t resist feeling your entire length inside her and you can sense it even if she tries to deny it, like how she always does. So, without any time to waste, she slowly hops on your cock as it sluggishly engulf her tight walls and the feeling is just too good to be true, making the two of you moan in need and pleasure. She slowly sinks in your whole length as it didn’t take long before her butt meets the skin of your thighs and ensues at such a slow pace that’s pleasurable enough to make you feel butterflies. As she’s fully indulging towards her own desires, she finds herself picking up the pace as she grinds her hips onto a moderate pace and inevitably, she tends to moan out her satisfaction as your whole length makes her feel good.

“Not gonna l-lie—ahh, y-your fucking cock is so big that makes m-me feel good…”

“And your wet cunt is so tight that it’s j-just too good to be true.”

Again, feelings are mutual and you won’t dare her to stop even if you can’t take it—you just find yourself wanting Haewon to ride you until your balls are fully drained. Feeling euphoric, Haewon’s hands course its way onto your chest as she aids herself on a better pace as she caresses it from time to time, reassuring you on how great it feels. Just with her touch, you could sense and read how she feels at that very moment and it’s all just peak pleasure at its finest. She expresses such a smug demeanor, confident on how great she’s riding you even though it’s not even a minute that you’re inside her—you know how she loves it genuinely when shows such emotions of confidence and pure lust, her assertive demeanor letting you know her primal desires and her satisfaction.

Thanks to her wetness, it wasn’t really the hardest to take her all as she maintains her pace and eases herself up with every thrust she does at your raging length. She just finds herself moaning too much as your cock does wonders all over her body, constant pleasure surging in her veins and with all of those events occupying your mind, Haewon is now trying to accustom herself onto this new profound pace. Every clapping of her cheeks onto your pelvis sends vibrations all over the living room as the sound adds up to the sinful symphony the both of you composed a while ago—and god, her hypnotic bouncing really sends you into overdrive as her pussy just feels so great that you just wanna bury your entire length inside it all day.

“You’re riding me so well, Haewon—keep that pace just like that—fuck!

Of course, you encourage her well in order to maintain the incredible feeling that has been coursing down your veins. Haewon’s hips now slam hard in every time she fucks herself onto you and it’s an incredible feeling, especially when your hand course its way onto her supple butt and give her hard spanks and as a response, her velvety walls clench tightly and you groan in a hint of pain because of it.

“You like that, huh—you like me riding this fucking dick like it’s my last? You like how my pussy clenches? You like filling myself up balls-fucking-deep? Shit—I fucking—I can’t stop riding this dick!”

“Yeah, Haewon—I never though this will this fucking good—ride me harder and faster!”

You can’t really stay idle and just relax while Haewon is gyrating her hips like her life depends on it. So, encouraged with her wetness enveloping your entire cock and the squelching of it in every thrust she do, your hips starts to oscillate such a pace that increases the fire of lust between the both of you as the trajectory of both bodies muster such libido that’s unstoppable. Her hands are now gripping your shoulders as the pace is now the wildest she could ever imagine, uttering such erotic moans that blesses your ears and arouses you into oblivion. Haewon still maintains her wild pace as you increase yours too, your balls now wildly slapping against her puckered hole as her juices are now staining the couch as everything doesn’t matter right now except the paramount of delighted sex—you’ll probably regretting having a sensual intercourse with her on your couch as it’s going to stained enough for you to maybe change it.

You could never ask for more when every man’s wish is fulfilled at this moment and god, Haewon is one of a kind when it comes to her sexual masterclass and as the top of the pyramid, her scrumptious, insatiable body is all for you to feel and use. With all of the monstrosity the both of you went into, it wasn’t long until Haewon felt herself inching closer to the promised land and wanting herself to go near it. In the point of no-return, she conveyed such profanities that can outstand the most sinful discordants as her thighs quiver and voiced out her nearing high to you.

“No–oh god! I’m g-going to cum s-so soon! Shit—your cock makes me feel so good!”

“Hah—and you’re bickering earlier that I cum so prematurely, huh?”

Haewon shows off an irritated disposition from your mocking remarks as she retaliates, articulating such a mindful response even though her mind is being clouded with sex and pristine pleasure. “Shut the fuck up and m-make me cum sooner, how about that?”

That, you won’t be denying to do. You’ll please her as much as she does to you and finding such a better way to opt for a climax, you ram your pelvis onto her pulsating cunt harder as her walls clench even harder than ever before. If she’s going to achieve her high this euphoric, might as well add up to the sensation she’s feeling as your fingers directed onto her emanating heat, swiping her folds in a rhythmic tempo in aims to stimulate it further and help her chase her own high sooner.

Whenever her pitch reaches the crescendo, it’s the point where everything ascends and your ears wish to fall deaf as her throat escaping such lustful symphonies comes to a halt, voicing out her climax and Haewon fully succumbs onto her orgasmic trance. With such an unstoppable approach as lust fuels Haewon’s mind, she further penetrates herself deeper and harder onto your whole length as a rivulet of her own nectar stains your pelvis and onto the couch and god, it’s rich and volume which makes you think on how euphoric she felt at this given moment. When the pace of her hips gradually decreases, you can find yourself doing the job by thrusting upwards and chasing your own orgasm too as the high-drunken Haewon helps you with your own reward too, riding you with an incredible pace as she didn’t mind the sensitivity that comes right after.

“What the fuck, Haewon—you came so much… You better find money to change this fucking couch ‘cause fuck—you stained this so much.”

“What do you mean—god, I fucking hate you but fuck—I can’t r-resist your cock!”

Such oxymoron is laced within that sentence as she cursed herself to submerge onto her devilish desires to the fullest, finding her wild pace again as you relaxed yourself and let her do the work. Even though Haewon may love the fact that she’s riding the living life out of your whole length with her walls begging a healthy load to be deposited deep into her cunt—yes, the fulfillment of your orgasmic trance will soon be near as you stop Haewon with her current remarks which earns an irked disposition painting her face.

“Why the fuck—”

“You want my cum deep in your pussy, right?” She nods without any question as her face quickly fades into a delightful one as she anticipates your load in the fullest of manners.

“Gosh—just ram my pussy like y-you meant it—oh god—f-fuck! Just shoot i-it deep in m-me—fuck, harder!!”

Now switching another position, her legs now hug around your waist as you carry her and ravage her tight, snug pussy like it’s your last, every thrust meant to make her forget about anything except you and your cock. Within a few more thrusts, the inevitable will soon come and there’s no one or nothing on earth that can stop this monstrosity. Within the vigorous pumps and the numerous moans she’s letting out to encourage you more, you let go of your grip on hers as you push your entire length in her, burying it balls-deep as you groan with your anticipating orgasm and god, it’s so fucking much.

Haewon finds this endearing that you’re this stimulated with another position she loved trying. Her mind comes back into being clouded full of sexual desires as you shoot ropes of thick, warm semen that filled her up to the brim in which, she damn treasure as every second that passes is just being closer onto the paramount of every delight possible—your mind now full of bliss as it does wander all over your mind. The both of you fall limp on the couch after such a steamy session and an ecstatic orgasm of yours as silence ensues but ragged breaths fills the air, and suddenly, no one talks as exhaustion envelops all over your bodies and drowsiness doing its job.

You never thought that she’ll be into this more than what you expected and you just want to rest and maybe, opportunity seeks its victims tomorrow or possibly, even later—who knows how fate can make your destiny?

#kinknuary 2024 #nmixx smut #haewon smut #nmixx x male reader #haewon x male reader

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beadelmare · 6 months ago

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hey!! long overdue intro post (have been procrastinating for two months) but new year new theme so here we are

bea , she/her , age is a secret! , shifter , hellenic polytheist , winion , probably clinically insane , overuser of 'lmao', yes i script the same bf in every reality

entj, june cancer, child of hecate, legacy of apollo, wasian, impatient asf, in love with percy jackson (it's not funny anymore), hopeless romantic, has to be the main character in my drs cause i'm a hoe, walker protection program 4ever, i speak portuguese and spanish!

please dni if you're a: proshipper, racist, homophobe, trump supporter, anti-shifter (unless you're nice abt it !!), percabeth hater yes i've had the displeasure of meeting some

i love queen, the beatles, bowie, led zeppelin, and abba

ask box is open, feel free to reach out and yap !! my dms never work sorry abt that😔😔

dr masterlist !! i'm working on the intro posts ok😭 🤍= main dr 🌊= not top priority, scripting 🔱= potential drs

percy jackson & the olympians i'm obsessed. 🤍

gilmore girls 🌊

kuwtk 🌊

the outsiders 🔱

teen fame🤍

b99 🤍

i'll probably procrastinate on making the intro posts for these but um it's ok i'll get them done before 2026 fs (i think) and i change my backstories all the time sooo that's going to take a while too lmao

also i either obsess with a dr for a year straight or abandon it in a week so there's that

dividers by @enchanthings-a and @thecutestgrotto !!

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usagifuyusummer · 10 months ago

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Family Dinner Night!

Congrats Peri(winkle) for finally getting the Godparenting license!!! 🥳🥳🥳 - from your loving parents and godbrother 💖💖💖

More concept art and as usual my insane ramblings below.

I NEED TO GET THE CREATIVE URGES OUT OF MY HEAD!!! It has been bothering with my motivation to finish my gazillions of homeworks lmao. I have so many ideas I need to let out!!! It's suffocating. I hope this will satisfy my creative urges for a while... Or not I will yap about my FOP AU on a separate post (when I'm able).

I can't stop being sad thinking about this family lol. Timmy 😭😭😭

I am not kidding when I say that my head is just filled with so many things that I want to contribute in the FOP fanworks lol. There's a lot I want to do, but so little time...

For now, I've decided to practice my take on the FOP artstyle. I wanted to do something simple as drawing and coloring practice. That's why the coloring this time is flat with no shadings. I think the show doesn't focus on shaded colors too much (except on scenes where there's a heavy implication of day/night, for shock value, etc.).

Just wanted to draw something cute because I haven't been feeling so swell lately. Nothing too poetic or detailed this time.

Other than that, two of the outfits this time is actually inspired by @suki-na-kumo for Peri and an image I found floating around in Twitter/X (sorry I don't remember who shared it) for Timmy's design. Suki-na-kumo's FOP family redesigns are so cool and adorable! I like that they always include flowy attributes in Peri's outfits lol. It makes him look like a pampered brat (which he kinda is seeing how his family coddles him), an otherworldly prince and also a Twink TM (that is unavoidable lol). I kinda want to draw their other FOP redesigns, but I'll just go with Peri's first.

I am not sure where that 18 year old Timmy design is from, but it kinda can be his design for those who theorise him on becoming a lawyer as an adult. There's a lot of instances where Timmy is wearing a suit in the show, but this design is one of my favs due to the hairstyle change. My adult Timmy designs in the future will be influenced from this piece of official art. I wonder if there are more Timmy designs in the wild wild west out there that I haven't seen... It is certainly an interesting find (Teen AJ is also there, and his design also looks cool to me).

Cosmo and Wanda's oufits are something that I cooked up. I don't think the coloring looks good... I just did this on a whim, and for about 13 hours. Damn, I am procrastinating on my work lmao.

Still, the context this time is, that they've had a family dinner to celebrate on Peri's achievement on finally obtaining his godparenting license!!! Good for him!!!

This is an AU if Timmy somehow was able to find a loophole in the "losing your memories of your fairy godparents after you become an adult" rule. Because of that, he continued his life as normal (as Timmy's chaotic life can be), but this time he is able to keep in contact with his fairy family even if they're not contractually obligated to stick together. Timmy does live with the Fairywinkle Cosma's around his college to early work years, but he eventually was able to move out and live on his own at where he works as a lawyer after a while in his adulthood. (His birth parents eventually went on a lifetime vacation without him or just went away for too long that Timmy just lives on his own a lot after he is 18 and above...)

Despite living on his own nowadays (In a New Wish context), Timmy does keep in contact with his fairy family and visits them when he's not busy with his job. Cosmo and Wanda still took a long vacation in this AU, first due to, yeah, Timmy is no easy feat as a godchild lol, and second, they actually want to take their time to raise BOTH of their children (even if Timmy is no longer a child/godchild) and guide them until they're stable adults. Timmy during college years actually only stays with the Fairywinkle Cosma's on holidays, so when Timmy's busy with college, that is when Cosmo and Wanda take their time relaxing lmao.

Sometimes when they really want to have some time alone or when Peri wants to see his bro, they will send Peri to Timmy's college for a day or more. Timmy babysits Peri so much during his college years lol. They both had fun though! With a lot of Peri newfound nuclear fairy power shenanigans at Timmy's college lmao. Studying law and taking the bar exam has never been more chaotic with babysitting a nuclear powered fairy child.

There's a lot more on this AU that I've been thinking, but I'll stop here for now. I need to gather my AU ideas in one post sometime later.

Also, Peri and Timmy are both adults here, Peri's around his 20's here and Timmy is on his early 30's I think. Cosmo, Wanda, and Peri are in their human disguises here, because they want to learn more about human culture (A New Wish context) while also having the desire to be more in Timmy's life.

I headcannon Timmy to be kinda short in his adulthood. This is also a nod to that episode when his fairy family used imperfect human disguises, even Poof/Peri was taller than Timmy in his human baby disguise lol. And also hey, wearing braces during his teen years paid off! (his big teeth are visible only when he opens his mouth lol)

As usual, here's some concept art and a png lineart pic if you want to use it to color it better than I did lmao. (that was a long yapping session... thanks for reading)

#the fairly oddparents #fairly oddparents #fop #fop fanart #cosmo fairywinkle cosma #wanda fairywinkle cosma #poof fairywinkle cosma #periwinkle fairywinkle cosma #peri fairywinkle cosma #timmy turner #timmy tiberius turner #lmao nerd names #fop cosmo #fop wanda #fop poof #fop peri #fop timmy #nickelodeon #cartoon fanart #usagifuyusummerart2024 #infinite painter #found family #fairy #fop au ramblings in the description lol #tags might change if formatting is godawful #also first time drawing peri! as in the adult him his hair is kinda hard to get at first i drew him with eyeshadow #because he seems like the type to wear makeup maybe... timmy also wears eyeliner during his emo phase lmao peri's using his bro makeup #also also they are fighting in the written text on the photo lol this is around the time when peri got to change his name #timmy just has cain instinct he finds it funny that peri doesn't notice how it kinda rhymes with his family name lmao #so he's making fun of peri's error lmao cosmo and wanda are just sighing and amused at their shenanigans

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munsonthings86 · 1 year ago

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we've been celestial even before this

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: after she has a particularly rough day, steve takes his girl stargazing

warnings: cursing, fluff, soft!steve, established relationship (but still fairly new), oversimplified summary, reader depicted to be nineteen, these two being the biggest lovesick idiots for each other

an: i've been having a lot of fun writing about these two. they own my entire heart. hope you guys enjoy this one * don't copy my work *

wc: 6.1k

steve and sunshine's timeline

The trembling flame of the Coffee House scented candle illuminated your messy bedroom in a flickering, warm, honey light. The smell of the candle resembled nothing of coffee, more like hot cocoa or caramel you thought, but it did its job of calming your rattled nerves, nonetheless. Most of your wooden floor was hidden beneath neglected pieces of clothing that you'd pulled from your closet in a hopeless attempt to string together a decent outfit that morning. I'll tidy up tomorrow, you shrugged, though knowing you, there was a high possibility that "tomorrow" would turn into next week.

Procrastination was a terrible habit of yours, and the tension that the day left you with was doing very little to diminish it. Your early morning shift at Family Video was borderline torturous; Keith saw to that when he scheduled you sans Steve and Robin and had two inept new hires shadow you. Sure they were nice and all, from what you can recall anyway, but you were too out of it to bestow on them the patience you typically had.

Once the stint came to its much desired end, a dreadful date at the Indiana Bureau of Motor Vehicles awaited you. In your venture to become more of an independent and responsible "adult" (being merely nineteen, the word made your blood run cold), the goal of obtaining your permit was set in stone. The written test was passed with flying colors, but like any classic BMV nightmare, you'd forgotten a required document to actually get the damn permit.

Nearly plunging to your knees, you begged the grumpy old woman behind the counter to let you run back to your apartment that was “just down the street”. Truthfully, it was a thirty minute trip on foot, but she didn't need to know that. If you ran, you could make it back in twenty.

But, again, like any classic BMV nightmare, all she left you with was a hardly sympathetic, "Sorry ma'am, but if you don't have all the required documents, I'm afraid you'll have to come back tomorrow. The office closes in fifteen minutes." Through clenched teeth, you thanked her for her time, though she neglected to return the gesture, squawking "Next in line!" in a tone that was poles apart from her customer service voice.

Mercifully, your day wasn't all terrible. On the way back home, you stopped by the library to return a week's long overdue book and, instead of crucifying you for it, the lovely librarian recommended a novel she thought you'd appreciate. Rose in Splendor by Laura Parker. Unbeknownst to her, you'd been dying to read it ever since it was published last year. The grouch over at the BMV could definitely take a page out of her book. No pun intended.

Curled into bed and tucked under your beloved ivory crotched blanket, you thumbed along the pages through gravelly, blurry eyes. You kept promising yourself "one more page", but that was well over ten pages ago.

The male love interest was recounted having perfectly tousled brown hair with a body to die for, and you couldn't help but to think of your Steve. You missed him terribly in that moment and the one thing that kept your woe at bay was the anticipation of you two's nightly phone call. It was the selling point of all your days spent without him, truth be told.

The chime of the landline in the hallway between your kitchen and bedroom pierced through the otherwise silence of your apartment, prompting you to glance at the clock on your wall. 9:32 p.m.

Speak of the devil.

Folding a little doggy ear onto the page to preserve your place, the blanket keeping your legs warm was tossed among your strewn out clothes as you nearly slipped, scurrying to answer the phone. You couldn't bite back your smile as you pressed the receiving end against your ear, hearing the music that was Steve's voice, fill your mind.

"Hi, sunshine."

A breath that was unknowingly caged, freed itself at the sound. "You're nearly on time," you teased, referring to earlier today when Steve promised to call you at 9:30 sharp tonight. Usually, he called you earlier than this, but he was jammed with babysitting duties for the six kids you were considering adopting for yourself at this point.

"I know, I'm sorry," he chuckled. "They finally fixed that game at the arcade that's been down for the past few weeks. Gaga, I think it's called."

"Galaga," you corrected, giggling to yourself. It wasn't a rare occurrence whenever the kids would drag you along on one of their many hangouts, so you were rather well-versed in their nerdy recreations. "Yeah, that's the one. I could barely pry their grubby little hands off the thing. Especially Dustin."

Based on his tone, the roll of Steve's eyes as he spoke was nearly audible. As much as he complained about constantly having to be the one to look after the party, there was a part of him that covertly loved the fact that they depended on him so much. Not only was it somewhat of an ego boost, but he's always dreamed of having little nuggets of his own to protect and guide and treasure.

The daydream of Steve being the ideal father, unlike his own dad ever was, reeled your bottom lip between your teeth as the cord of the landline fell into the trap of your twirling fingers. It was so vivid; a shirtless Steve wearing blue jeans that hugged his bottom so perfectly, driving a rackety lawn mower along the wild grass of the front yard to the house you may or may not have pictured the pair of you living in.

In that utopia, the children that you may or may not have pictured parenting with Steve, sat behind the lemonade stand that was built by their father, giggling and toying with a leaky hose as they awaited customers. You'd be watching your little family from the boxy window of the kitchen, fixing them an afternoon snack, unable to contain your laugh when the hose goes haywire, soaking your lover from head to toe.

The imagery made you giggle out loud, head falling against the wall as your stomach cramped. "What?" Steve asked, laughing along with you though it's purely out of instinct, because of course he didn't know what you were laughing about. But hearing your audible delight was contagious. He couldn't help it.

"It's nothing," you assured, smiling softly before continuing, "just hoping your day was better than mine was."

"Well I don't like the sound of that," he frowned, sneakers squeaking against his floor as he shifted his weight onto his other leg. He watched as the days worth of dirt that'd found solace on his shoes, abandon patterned scuffs on the wood. Memories of the pointed sound of his mothers voice demanding no shoes in the house rang through his head like a siren at the sight. He would've ditched his footwear at the door, but he knew he was running late for his phone date.

"What happened?"

Commencing your response with a weary sigh, you shrugged, laughing dryly, "A lot. It's not even funny how exhausted I am right now."

Steve's chest tightened. He hated when you had a bad day; it left a bad taste in his mouth. Even worse, whenever Steve would make an effort to get to the bottom of what ailed his girl, he had a less than impressive success rate, seeing as vulnerability was one of your shortcomings. Steve knew better than to pry. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to do his damnedest to make these final hours of the day your best.

"I'm sorry to hear that, honey," he lowered his head, offering a comforting smile that though you couldn't see, you could hear in his voice. "'S alright," he heard you murmur.

It fell silent for a beat before Steve inquired, "When are you comin' home?", to which you furrowed your eyebrows, letting out a confused chuckle. "Uh, I am home."

Jokingly, the boy scanned his apartment and though he saw some of your forgotten belongings from previous visits, he couldn't seem to pinpoint you. "That's weird, I don't see ya. You hiding somewhere?"

The laugh that erupts from your core at your sappy boyfriend is inescapable. Your shoulders quake as you snicker and Steve's never heard a sound so sweet. Mission accomplished. For now, anyway. "You're an idiot."

"For you, yeah," he retorts, "thought we already established that." The apples of your cheeks are growing sore as Steve's honeyed words denies your smile the chance to falter. Any inconvenience that was precedent to this very moment was long forgotten by virtue of the prince charming that was your boyfriend.

"I'll come see you soon, lover boy," you quipped.

"You makin' fun of me?" He was completely unoffended. Prior to the few weeks of you dating, Steve spent the better part of the past decade containing his cascading love for you behind the dire dam of the friendzone. Despite delay, the dam was broken and there was no playing "Mr. Cool Guy". Steve was crazy about you. And he'd be even crazier to not show it.

"I wouldn't be me if I didn't," you teased. "I'm gonna head to bed, though. I have another shift in the mornin'. That damn Keith," you rolled your eyes, groaning as Steve laughed through his nose.

"Alright, sunshine, I'll see you later, okay?"

"Okay," you glowed. "G'night, Stevie." You waited for him to respond with a "goodnight" of his own before returning the phone back to its base, already pining for your boyfriend's presence again. Though you poked fun at it, what Steve said about you not being "home" wasn't just him being sappy. You were feeling the same way.

No matter where you were, whether it was school, work, the arcade, shit, you could be in the Upside Down, but as long as Steve was there, you felt at home. It made you reflect on the times where you'd be lying in bed, unable to slip into a slumber as you couldn't shake the feeling of wanting to go home, though geographically, that's exactly where you were. It was because you missed Steve. And any place where he was absent, was no home of yours.

Sauntering back into your bedroom and kicking away garments to clear a path, you cocooned your body into the blanket that was now stained with the scent of your burning candle, and continued from where you left off in your book. You figured you'd make some decent progress to hopefully avoid another late fee at the library.

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It'd been forty minutes later, give or take, when you stood on sore legs, cleansing and moisturizing your face before calling it a night. Your dull eyes wore dark and heavy circles like a hideous skirt, a clear manifestation of the fatigue you were weathering. You rubbed at them unkindly with the hopes of looking even a little more lively, but to no avail.

The bulb of the bathroom went out like a flame once you flicked the switch off, and you abandoned the journey back to your room at the sound of a series of knocks to the front door. Clasping the opening of your robe with shaky hands, you wondered who could be here at this hour. You weren't expecting any visitors. Approaching the door with hushed footsteps, a miniscule view of none other than Steve Harrington could be seen through the peephole of your door.

The tension in your shoulders dissipated, ribs doing their best to cage your fluttering heart. You squealed, fingers fumbling with the lock and you could swear the metal thing had something against you, the way it stalled to unlatch. Steve smiled from the other side of the door as he watched the knob twist and jangle, warmed to know that you were just as eager to see him as he was to see you.

The brown lettering that labeled the white entryway '2F' swung out of view and Steve made eye contact with you for a split second before stumbling back a bit when you threw yourself into him.

Elevating yourself with the tips of your toes to reach him, you trapped his neck between your arms as he returned your hug with one arm, the other remaining properly tucked behind his back. "Hello to you too," he laughed breathlessly before briefly stamping a kiss to your shoulder.

"What're you doing here?" you buzzed, pressing little pecks to as much of his dotted skin as you could. You were suddenly a ball of energy. Finally at home. "When you said later, I thought you meant, like, tomorrow or something."

"Well, I missed you," a kiss to the corner of your mouth, "Wanted to come see ya."

The smile he wore carved thin lines into his cheeks as he spoke, walking your tangled bodies back into the quietude of your apartment. He stopped at your cutesy welcome mat, kicking his shoes off before revealing his arm that held a bouquet of just about the prettiest flowers you'd ever seen.

"Steve," you pouted, releasing your hold on his shoulders, "they're gorgeous." Cradling the peach hued roses dressed in a newspaper-style wrapping paper, your eyebrows scrunched together as you reminded yourself of the time. "What florist is open at 10 p.m.?"

The boy chuckled, locking the door behind him. The plaid pajama pants he wore swung loosely on his legs as he approached you. "There isn't," he ran fingers through his disheveled hair that was long overdue for a trim, "I saw them while I was out with the kids and I thought of you, so I got 'em." He shrugged like it was nothing.

"I was gonna surprise you with them at work tomorrow, but I figured I'd just give 'em to you now, ya' know, all things considered."

Heat rushed to your chest and face as you ogled him, filled with an overwhelming sense of luck to be his. Your feelings toward him felt so immense that at times, you could barely articulate yourself. Words of love and adoration raced through your mind a million miles a second yet you always found yourself terribly speechless.

Steve was so open with his affection for you. It’s a love people pray to experience at least once in their lifetime. And what a heaven-sent gift it was to earn that kind of love from Steve.

These would look perfect by the living room, you thought, turning to the kitchen to retrieve a vase after slipping him a fleeting kiss.

Scouring the white cabinets, you almost failed to remember that you didn't particularly own a vase, given the fact that you'd never actually received flowers before. The realization dejected you a bit.

Steve trailed behind you mindlessly, a frown weighing on his lips as he watched your shoulders droop. Leaning against the space on the counter next to you, he slid down a little, leveling with you, "What's wrong, honey?"

A mumbled, "I've never gotten flowers before," left a pang in his chest, your eyes never leaving the shelves of your cluttered cupboard. "Never needed a vase before."

It was now Steve's turn to slump his shoulders while he gazed at you with sad eyes. How could someone so lovely, so divine as you, not be treated the way you deserved? He would buy you flowers every day if you wanted and he had to bite his tongue when he almost cursed himself for not doing it already. But it's okay. He was here now.

Luring your waist into his body with those burly hands of his, he spoke with assurance laced in his voice, "Well, that's okay," he cooed. "Here, use one of these for now," he pulled a mug that you would've otherwise had trouble reaching, as it sat on the very top shelf, "and tomorrow we'll pick out a nice pretty vase for ya'."

Filling the black cup with water, he planted the roses down as neatly as he could. The flowers sat in the mug awkwardly, all splayed out with the stems way too long for your liking. But somehow, it still managed to be nothing short of perfect. "Cute, a little weird," you shrugged, a smile teasing your mouth, "but cute."

Steve chuckled lowly, situating himself between your legs once you sat on the surface of the tile countertop. "That's funny."

"What is?"

"I said the same about you when I first met you," he laughed, unable to contain his smile before getting the joke out. The face you made didn't help. "Shut up, Harrington," you jab at his shoulder softly, cracking a smile of your own.

Though there was a newfound romance, the typical banter that was mutually exchanged wasn't going anywhere. You were glad that nothing changed between you when you started dating.

Toying with the drawstrings on Steve's Gap hoodie, you began zoning out, the thought of going to bed while cuddled up with your boyfriend, sounding all too alluring. Looking up at him, he was already intently staring at you with painfully adoring eyes and you couldn't help but melt under his heated gaze. "Hi," you muttered, shyness clouding you.

"Hi, sunshine," he smiled, adjusting the collar of your robe with careful fingers. "I'm sorry your day sucked."

"It doesn't, anymore," you replied, sincerely. Steve's eyes lit up at that. It wasn't a secret to anyone that his presence alone seemed to be the antidote for some of your worst days. You'd even admitted it yourself, once or twice. But it never failed to ignite the nerves in Steve's body with fervor.

Although you were completely honest that your mood had gone up about ten octaves since he'd been there, Steve didn't want to just be there. He wanted to do more. It was what you deserved.

"You up for a little adventure?"

"Depends," you squinted. "What kinda adventure are we talking about?" He shifted his weight onto his other leg as his eyes veered off to the ceiling, thinking.

Steve happened to have a few tricks up his sleeve.

"There's somewhere I wanna take you," he drummed a rhythmless beat on your thigh with his fingers. The sneaky expression on Steve's face told you everything you needed to know. He was up to no good. As much as you wanted to go on a late night escapade with your boyfriend, you had to be somewhat, even a little, responsible.

"Steve, it's late and we both have work in the morning," you huffed, losing your grip on the strings you'd been distracting yourself with.

Steve playfully rolled his eyes, flinging his body out of your clutches dramatically. He was going to get you to cave. Whether you already knew it or not. "Alright, grandma, I promise to have you back home at a reasonable hour. Deal?"

The internal battle on whether you should stay or go was evident in your features, though, realistically you had already come to the conclusion that you'd humor him. The "grandma" bit is what really did it for you.

"This is a dumb idea."

"I'll be waiting by the car," he smiled an accomplished smile before leaving the kitchen. Letting out another sharp exhale, you hauled your body off the counter and headed towards your bedroom, discerning that a robe probably wasn't the dress code for wherever it was Steve was taking you.

Concealing your underlying tank top with a hoodie almost similar to Steve's, you threw on some sneakers before snuffing out the diminishing candle. Giving your appearance a once-over in the mirror, you wondered what you'd just gotten yourself into. Though any time with Steve was time well spent, you couldn't help but to look at your bed longingly as you shut off the lights to your apartment, meeting Steve outside.

He stood by the passenger side of the car, fiddling with a loose thread by the end of his sleeve. The fall season brought a night frigid breeze that blew his hair over his eyes like a curtain, making him pout. You hugged your body as you neared him, brushing his brown tresses from his face, though the wind reversed your efforts in no time.

He pressed a kiss to your palm as he became a puddle under your touch, appreciating the way your toasty hand felt against his icy skin. Steve took his own turn rubbing at your arms when he saw you visibly shiver, teeth nearly chattering. "You wanna tell me where we're goin'?" Misty clouds left short-lived trails in the air between the two of you when you spoke.

"Now where's the fun in spoiling the surprise now?" He opened the car door to punctuate his sentence, gesturing you inside. You could only rebut with a roll of your eyes as you entered, though you and Steve both knew you were loving every bit of this. It warmed your heart knowing he was so keen on saving your day from the horror it started it out to be.

Digging through the glove compartment, you sifted through old receipts and other rubbish that really needed to be thrown away, searching for the mixtape you and Steve made for little times like these. Moments that may now seem small, but would soon become memories that you'd cherish for years to come. It served as a little time capsule; hearing the songs you two carefully picked, easily transporting you to these times even when you'd become gray and old.

As Steve began driving off, your fingers found the sneaky cassette that was scribbled with yours and Steve's initials along with doodles of suns, to represent you, and poorly drawn anchors in honor of Steve's Scoop Ahoy era, to represent him.

Regardless of Steve's slight disdain for that period of time, it was one of your favorites and obviously that was due to the fact that the uniform he wore, showed off his legs in the best way possible. It was the perfect eye candy that summer.

The low sound of Bob Marley singing Could You Be Loved floated through the quietness of the car, easing away any tension within you that might've still been trapped. You admired the way the town was so still. The time was hardly 11 p.m., yet there wasn't a soul to be seen; only lonely litter that drifted through the breeze, aimlessly. It was a stark difference from just a few hours ago when you had to dodge shoulders as you cut through the crowded streets on your way home.

The sky was dark and empty apart from the glowing crescent moon that seemed to be chasing you as you drove. It was the only light source you had aside from the street lights that lined the sidewalks. You started counting them and even got to as far as nineteen, but soon lost count once Steve picked up his speed a bit.

Your eyelids threatened to close as the calming drive coupled with the music, fought to lull you to sleep. But instead, bright neon lights stung your sensitive eyes that grew accustomed to the darkness. Squinting, you read the colorful sign labeled "Darling's Diner", and nostalgia strikes you. It had been years. Too many years since you and Steve had been here last.

"Holy shit," you glimmered, hurriedly unbuckling your seatbelt. Steve's hand that found comfort on your thigh during the ride gave it a squeeze before he put the car in park, rushing over to open your car door. He took your hand in his, adoring the way your stunned face gleamed under the glow of the pink and blue neon bulbs. "Surprise," he cheered in a low tone, lightly bumping his shoulder against yours.

The smile you had burned your cheeks but the elation you felt made it all too easy to ignore. The feeling you got whenever you came to Darling's was something indescribable. There were countless fond memories attached to this place and it left you all soft and gooey inside to know that Steve planned on making more with you here. Instinctively, you practically dragged Steve behind you as you rushed inside, the homey scent of burgers, fries, and shakes wafting to your nose.

The floors were still the black and white checkered tiles you remembered them to be; stained with drops of grease and sprinkled with deserted fries. Walls were not much neater, though they were messy with posters and vinyl records instead.

"Want the usual?" Your nod was immediate and shortly after, Steve approached the busy woman impatiently pressing buttons on the register. Wisps of hair fell out of her ponytail and clung onto the film of sweat developing across her forehead. She visibly shrunk into herself as she heard the bell above the door ring, signaling new customers. It was a much busier night than usual.

Regardless of the surge of patrons, the booth you and Steve usually sat in once upon a time, wasn't occupied. The wears and tears corroding the red leather almost served as a name tag, assigning the seat for you two. It was impossible to forget the days Steve came here with you after school, carelessly doing homework while listening to whatever song played on the jukebox.

The table was tidy apart from laminated menus and coloring sheets scattered across the surface. You smirked thinking of the times you and Steve swore you could be the next Picassos, the way you took those things so seriously. As if they'd be hung in museums, you did your best to color them, but not without the added challenge of switching papers with Steve every few minutes. A fun little game you played.

Colored pencils sat by the condiments and you made yourself busy adding hue to the Back to the Future poster, sliding Steve a sheet with some random sports car you didn't know the name of, when he made his way over. He traded you with a cup of hot cocoa with jumbo marshmallows that threatened to abandon ship. "Thanks, Stevie."

"Anytime," he smiled, biting at the cherry that was kissed with a touch of the whipped cream that sat atop of his strawberry milkshake. His long legs brushed against yours as he sat next to you, knees finding mutual rest against each other.

A waitress on pink roller skates offered a kind smile as she brought over a basket of fries that Steve and you snacked on while you chatted and giggled, coloring your own and each other's papers as time seemingly flew by.

"How long has it been since we've last been here?"

"I couldn't tell you. Anything before senior year is such a blur," you responded, adding finishing touches to Steve's car before taking the last sip of your now barely hot, hot chocolate. "I'm just sad we stopped coming here."

"Me too," he swung an arm around your shoulder, pulling you in for an apologetic kiss to your temple. "But I promise to bring you a little more often. It was our spot when we were kids and it'll be our spot now."

You looked at him with bright eyes while hugging his torso, despite the awkward position. Trying to understand what you did to deserve someone like Steve was a dead mission, as you could never fully wrap your head around it. How does one try to understand why they've gotten so lucky?

He kissed away the marshmallow mustache idling on your upper lip before tapping your leg twice, "C'mon, we've got one more stop to make."

The spot he sat in was quickly losing its fever as he stood, holding a hand out for you to take, but you just stared at him with a face that was an odd marriage of scolding and amusement. "Steve," you warned.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, you can yell at me about it later. But I promise you'll love it." Waving his hand to urge yours into his, you accepted it with little hesitation at his grin. You wished the woman at the front a good night as you left the bistro, while Steve dropped a tip in the jar next to her.

He didn't let your hand go until you were sat in the passenger seat, subsequently getting behind the steering wheel, inserting the key in the ignition. You could tell Steve was tired too, the way he full-body stretched as he yawned, rubbing at his eyes that were getting a bit red from fatigue. He wanted to go to bed and cuddle and forget about the world just as much as you did. So why were you still out there?

"What's all this for, Harrington?"

He answered your question with another one of his own, "What's all of what for?"

"Tonight. Everything. The flowers, the diner, and now something else. I'm really grateful for it, don't get me wrong," you warmed his hand when you held it, "but why so much?"

Steve shrugged, averting his gaze to the gear shift sitting between you two. He softly rubbed at your knuckles while he gathered his thoughts.

"Well, you told me that you had a shit day. Just wanted to change that. I like when you're happy."

Your throat felt like it was closing in on itself and your chest stung when tears pricked at your eyes. Steve looked back at you affectionately, the voice of his eyes telling you just how much he cared for you. It made your heart so full. It was too much to handle sometimes.

"I like when you're happy too, Stevie," you beamed, blinking away the pool by your bottom eyelashes. Cupping his cheek, you pushed your plump lips against his that were a little chapped, though you didn't seem to mind at all. Reluctantly, you pull away and Steve doesn't think it was nearly long enough as he sneaks in a few extra pecks.

The drive to wherever on Earth it was that Steve was taking you, was much different compared to the one prior. It almost didn't look like Hawkins. For the past couple miles, Steve's burgundy BMW had been the only car on the road. The trees were taller, a darker green and stronger in numbers than the ones you were used to. The street lamps were less abundant and dimmer than usual, and the animal crossing signs told you that you were more than just a little ways from home.

You had almost said something until Steve pulled off to the side, parking the car on an empty hill just off the road that overlooked Hawkins and the neighboring city. It looked so small from here. Steve smirked at the puzzled expression you threw his way as you removed your seatbelt.

"Before you ask, just come outside. There's something I wanna show you."

You didn't bother waiting for Steve to open the door for you, as you stepped out, attempting to conjure up what he could possibly be wanting to show you out here. There was nothing to be seen but dirt and fallen leaves and branches. "What exactly am I supposed to be looking at?"

"Look up," he responded, leaning against the hood of the car.

Your furrowed eyebrows relaxed as a gasp fell from your lips at the sight of the cloudless sky, lighting up with numerous twinkling stars, an image you could only dream of seeing for yourself since you were a little girl. The mighty city that sat so close to Hawkins fostered light pollution that made it nearly impossible to see the stars at night. If you were lucky, you were only able to make out about one or two, though you weren't sure if they had been stars or planets, instead. Either way, it ignited your soul to be able to see such a bright and beautiful piece of the universe, making you feel so small in the best way possible.

That didn't nearly amount to this very moment though, where there were more stars that you could count, sitting so prettily in the midnight sky.

Mouth still agape, you utter, "Steve, it's beautiful," and other than that, you were rendered speechless. You couldn't dare to tear your eyes from it, worried that if you did, it would all disappear, proving to be a mere hallucination from your tiredness. Steve adored the way you stared at the heavens, noticing the way it was the same way you looked at him. All he could see was a clear reflection of the stars in your eyes, and it perfectly spoke to the way he felt about you.

He saw everything when he looked at you. The sun, the moon, the stars, the universe, even the galaxy. His past, his present, his future. All of it. To him, you encompassed everything beautiful and divine. He was convinced you were too good for this planet. Too extraordinary. How did he get so lucky?

"Look," you pointed at two stars that sat close to one another, shining impossibly brighter than the others, "do you think that's us in another universe?"

Steve smiled at your question, cherishing how whimsical you could be sometimes. Your voice was soft and full of wonder and he couldn't be more content in this moment. "Yeah," he nodded at you, "I'm yours in every universe, sunshine." He kissed the back of your hand, holding your intertwined hands against his chest.

"Y'know I was thinking to myself the other day about how weird relationships are," he stated, looking down at his feet. You peeled your eyes away from the sky, gazing at your boyfriend for the first time since you stepped out of the car. "Weird, how?"

"I don't know, like how you randomly meet someone and get to know them really well and one day just decide, 'I like this human. I'm gonna spend all my time with them and take care of them.' Maybe weird isn't the word, but it's definitely interesting," he rambled, talking with his hands, even the one that was still laced through yours.

You nodded along, understanding where he was coming from. It was something you'd thought about yourself. He continued, "Like, I look at us and how far we've come and it scares me a little 'cause I see how my parents are now. They were best friends before they got married and now I can count on only one hand the amount of times I've seen them hug or kiss. Freaks me out."

This was one of the few times Steve spilled what was weighing on his mind. You could always tell when something bothered him and though he'd give you bits and pieces when you asked what was wrong, it was never anything as nuanced as this. It made you proud to see him develop so much.

"We're not them, Steve. It's like you said, I'm yours in every universe. Maybe they aren't each others every universe," you sighed, "We won't end up like them, I promise"

You always knew how to reassure him. It was one of the things Steve loved so much about you; your way with words. Nothing sort of a poet, he thought. He engulfed your face with his palms, kissing you with every ounce of passion he had.

Lowly in the background, you could hear the song Just the Two of Us by Grover Washington, as the mixtape was still playing in his car. "It's our song," you smiled against his lips when you pulled away. You took his hands from your face, grasping them when you asked him, "Dance with me?"

He nodded, holding your body against his as your head fell against his chest, looking down at the sleeping town that felt so far away. You swayed back and forth, finding comfort in the near silence, listening to the rhythmic beating of Steve's heart. "Thank you for this, Steve," you whispered. "I'm lucky to be yours."

"Even if you weren't, I'd still do it for you," he admitted, running hand across your back, tenderly.

The little sentence made you think. Steve has been in your life for well over a decade now and he never failed to be there for you even when you didn't know how to ask for it. He was the one who took care of you whenever you found it a little difficult to take care of yourself. The one who never dared to leave your side.

You and Steve were in love even before you were. You'd been celestial even before this.

"I love you, sunshine," he murmured, head resting on top of yours.

"I love you back, Stevie."

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Can we get a Gold Digger Part III?

Gold Digger | Part III

Summary: Feeling fearful and insecure about the future after a downfall is what kept you away.

Warnings: cursing.

A/N: I've been trying to finish this for a long time. Not able to find the inspiration. Buuuuut, after the Euros match, I totally find the guts to open my drafts and finish what I've been procrastinating. Hope you still find this interesting and read it. Love you all 💛 sorry about the time.

Part one | Part two

London - Seventeen months later

"I think you're ready to go back. The question here is if you feel ready"

"I am. I think I've been ready for a while now."

"And what's stopping you?"

"What if we don't work out?"

"Time is unpredictable."

"What if he realized that I'm not what he wants anymore?"

"You know that is not the case. You told me that."

"I'm scared."

"It's okay, it's going to be fine."

Paris - Eighteen months later

14:35 p.m.

"So, can we say you find the one?" Julien, your friend asks you. "Because I think you have."

"Yes, I found the one."

He clapped happily, popping the champagne he had for this special moment.

You were looking for an apartment. Returning to Paris after more months of being out, he helped you look for the perfect place to return to your parisian life.

"I want to make a toast, for the girl I love the most, and the one I know is ready to shine in all the meaning of the word."

"Je t'aime." You smile, giving him a hug. He was a big part of your return to France.

After graduating, you got an opportunity to go to London with the company that you always wanted to work for.

They were expanding their business and chose París to begin. Since you knew the language and had your whole education there, they naturally asked you to take over the company.

"Let's get this paperwork done with and you and I are going on a furniture hunt." You say, grabbing your pen, walking to the entrance while drinking your champagne.

Paris - Kylian therapist office

"Did you bring the letter I asked you to write?"

"Oui, I wrote my heart out."

"Okay, know follow my instructions. Go home, have a shower, have a nice dinner and some wine if you want to extra relax. You told me you have a fireplace so, turn it on and burn the letter."

"Don't you want to read it?"

"No, I'm not, but you can do a last reading before the burning. This will end a cicle, this means you understand that it happened."

"It happened." He nods.

Parc des princes

- 5:30 p.m. -

"Kyky" neymar shouts from the inside of the stadium. "Want to come with us tonight? Bruna and I are doing a special dinner with friends."

"I can go a little after dinner, I have to do something first."

"Do you have a date? Hmm?" Ney poke his stomach, making Kylian laugh and smack his hand away.

"No, just something I have to do tonight. But for that pasta Bruna makes I'm definitely having a cheat day." He laughs, giving Ney a hug while they exit to the field.

The training goes fine. He let his frustration on the field, turning it into magic while he moves the ball with his feet.

"I miss Sergio. I feel like a part of me is gone, " hakimi says, faking crying and making everyone laugh.

"You miss Sergio more than your ex." Neymar shouts from the other side of the field.

"That's it, Junior."

Kylian laughs at the two guys running around, having fun.

Fun is something he ultimately didn't have. The transfer market is happening. After the higher-ups decided to announce to the world that he didn't want to stay till the end of his contract. The whole internet was a mess.

His parents had long talks with him about his career. Telling him what to do. He's young, too young to be this worried about life.

But he knows that without the help of his parents, he wouldn't be where he is right now.

"Ethan, don't sleep. That ball was an easy catch."

"Who's the boss here? Luis or you?"

"Just do what I say." He says, hitting his head in a joking manner. "Do you want to come with me to Ney tonight?"

"Nah, mom wants to go get this couch she's been obsessed with for the last month. The store lady told her that they only had one in existence and she wants it."

"Okay." He says, continuing with the training.

- On the other side of France -

"I want another couch, like one for the bedroom. I saw a beautiful one on pinterest."

"Do you have an idea if there's a store that sells this here?" He asks, looking at the pictures.

"Yes, I actually called like an hour ago, and they told me they will have one in existence. But they're unpacking it, so it's going to be in exhibition in like an hour. Let's go."

Julien shrugs, grabbing his coat and walking behind you to the elevator. "The PSG has a game this Sunday."

"Nice." You say, ignoring his intentions. "I need a charger."

"Don't give me that attitude." He hits you with the newspaper on his hand. "You know why I say this."

"I know, but like I said. Everything has a time, and I need to find my time to do what I need to do."

"Okay, no biggie."

You call an Uber to take you both to the mall. The store is located in this mall that's a little far from your house.

When you arrived you both check stores and pick some things to decorate. Julien knows the vibe you want for this apartment.

"Hey, I'm going to check the couch to see if it's worth the price." You pat his shoulder. He was trying to find the perfect "dinner plates."

You check some emails while you walk there, not paying attention to anything else. Once you arrive, the lady who spoke with you told you the couch was just about to be ready.

Letting you walk to the store, you check other furniture that might be a good competition for this one.

You wanted something that you could relax without replacing the bed, but you also don't want to do work on the bed.

An "L" shaped couch picked your attention. It was in a dark brown color. The couch was beautiful, pretty similar to something that has your mind burning.

"Mademoiselle, we have the couch ready if you want to see it."

"Merci, I want to ask, do this couch come in a cream color?"

While the lady shows the colors of the couch you were eying while you two walk over to the pinterest couch.

You turn your back to the other one. Even when you don't want to accept it. It reminds you of the one you had on the room you shared with him.

"I think I want the other one more."

"We have it in three colors. Shall we go to see the other options? We have them on our second floor."

"Oui." You nod smiling.

While you walk upstairs, there are two people walking in the store, two faces you know more than enough.

"Ethan, can you please put the phone down? I want your help."

"Fine, but after this you're taking me to eat."

Fayza laughs. "It would have been cheaper to come alone, I see."

"Having a daughter was also an option." He laughs, his mother hitting him on the back of the head.

They were scolted to the couch, and Fayza immediately loved it. Picturing it in the perfect space in her house.

While they get checked out, you were trying to decide between a light brown or a cream dirty white color.

"Okay, this one would be."

"Amazing, if you follow me back to the first floor to get everything settle, your address, the payment."

You texted Julien, finding he was waiting for you at this restaurant. Asking him to send you a picture of the menu so you can pick while paying.

You lift your head back to the room, finding a face looking at you curious. The way Ethan eyes light up when he confirms it's you.

- Kylian's House -

The music in the room is calm, a nice jazz to relax his muscles. The outfit is ready to go out. But he has to burn his past to prepare to start a new present.

But he can't let go of the envelope. He's holding it tight, holding it like his life dependent on it. Maybe because what's written on it made his life take a turn.

He sighs, leaving the letter on the couch. He was feeling ready when he spoke with his therapist, but now that he actually has to do it, it is like a burning sensation.

Does this mean he has to burn the feelings he has for you?

After all, it's been more than a year, and you haven't come back to him. He was working hard.

But his year wasn't the best, the club fighting with him, the press fighting with him and even Paris people mad at him.

All he wanted to do was go back to when you would be there for him after the long training hours, after the comments, after the thick and the thin.

But he can't, and he regrets it all the time.

- Neymar's house -

"Vamos Kyky, good thing you came, Bruna was asking about you"

"I bring her something."

"She's going to love it. Let's go inside."

The majority of the team was there. They were celebrating the news of Neymar and Bruna.

He was happy, even though Neymar and him had some shady times, he was friendly after all, for the sake of the team.

"Hakimi, stop with the potatoes, Luis is going to kill you, man."

"Shut it Mbappe, you were eating chocolate last week, and nobody told you shit."

They all laugh. He loves these times because that distracts him. That makes him feel less alone at home. Where no one was waiting, where no one was thinking about him.

The time with his teammates was good. He drank some cocktails. He was going to regret it tomorrow, but he needed them.

"How are the kids?" He asks Achraf, they were walking to their cars.

"They're with their mom. They are so big, I had to buy them everything again because they grew out of the clothes."

"In Spain?"

"Yes, I can't wait to see them, Hiba is bringing them here and they're staying a few days."

He's happy for his friend, after everything for him his kids were the most important thing.

"Dude, I really miss Verrati."

"I can't believe he's gone, he would have chug that bottle down and be fine tomorrow."

"I want to ask you something, Kicks." Achraf sighs. "How are you? I know you have been down, you know I'm here."

Was he okay? Was he bad? Was he sad? Or angry?

He's feeling everything and nothing at the same time. It's like this for time to time. Sometimes he's fine, happy. But then everything in him feels down, feels blue.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. It's just I guess the season."

"You know I'm here. Right?" Achraf repeats.

"I do, and I'm thankful for that."

- The furniture store - Hours prior

"When did you come back?" Ethan throws himself at you, who with open arms receives the hug. "This is such a surprise."

"Hello, roots."

"Mom, look who's here." He says, letting you go.

Fayza turns at the call of her name, her eyes illuminating at the sight of you. She can't deny how much she misses you.

"Ma belle." Same as Ethan, she hugs you tightly.

"Hello to you two, I've missed you so much."

"When did you come back?" Ethan repeats.

"I been here for a few days now." You confess. "I'm going to be working here."

"So you're back for good?"

"Yes, roots. I am." You hug him back again. "I'm so happy to find you, I missed you a lot."

"We missed you too. You look so good. I was so happy when you told me about your job opportunity."

Fayza and you were close. She went to your graduation, gave you a gift for your birthday, and texted you on Christmas day, on the new year. She was like a mother to you.

"I wanted to be stable here with everything before telling you."

"Oh I'm so happy you're here." Ethan jumps a little. "Even Melissa is going to be so happy."

You wanted them back, wanted your little family bond back, but first got to get the boy back.

"I hope to see you guys again, maybe for a coffee or a chocolate."

"Wait, let's go to dinner." Ethan suggests.

Thankfully, Fayza notices the way you don't want to disappoint Ethan. "Maybe later, we have to go home because you haven't done your homework."

"Oh no, roots go home and finish that homework." You joke, pinching him on the ribs. "We can meet some other time for chocolate or a coffee."

Your conversation was interrupted by the worker who handed Fayza her card. The other worker is waiting for you to complete the sale.

"You guys have the same number? If you do I'll text you and we can meet up, okay?"

They both agree with the plan, saying their goodbye, and with another round of hugs, they left the store.

It's undeniable that the Paris Saint German sucks. They have some good moments, and they have some bad. But the bad ones have lately been much more than the good ones.

The last matches were bad, barely even working as a team. It was like if eleven players were there doing their own thing. No union, nothing.

Some people will say "oh but then won the last two," but with the lack of technique they have, it was a big surprise.

The Clermont team was doing so much better. Leaving zero chances for the team. And it was obvious that they were lacking something because it was almost the end and no goals.

Twitter was crazy about the fact that "The Kylian Mbappe" didn't scored against Clermont.

But it's not on him. It's on the team. It's on everyone. Even the new coach. Galtier did so much shit that you can't change in a few days.

You turn the tv off, angry at the result. Stupid game, you thought. Even if it was a repetition, you were mad as if it was live.

Your phone vibrates, picking your attention. You opened the notification, and it was Ethan who sent you a reel about cookies in a new pâtisserie in Paris.

You needed to use your new oven to see if it was working properly. Also, you bought this chocolate that was really good with some butter cookies.

So you invite him to come over, wanting to release some stress and feel some normality again.

The match against Newcastle was bad. The team lost 4 to 1, and the team was struggling.

You notice how Kylian was down. He's not in good shape. Not physically but mentally. Something that makes you worry.

His knee was bothering him again. He had to leave the field because of the pain. Thing that worried you even more.

You wanted to pick up the phone and message him, telling him that whatever is crossing his mind is just there, in his mind.

"Y/n?" Julian says, waving his hand in front of your face. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, sorry. I got lost in my thoughts."

"Notice that." He laughs, he guessed what you were thinking but didn't say it.

"I wonder if he's okay. He looks tired."

"Text him." He shrugs. "I mean, you came back for a reason, do it."

You tap your nail to your phone. You wanted, but what if he has someone else with him already telling him all the things you should be telling him?

"Not yet." You say, getting up and walking to your fridge. "Ice cream?"

- Dressing room - Parc des princes -

"Guys, honestly, we have to keep going. Don't let this bring you down." Luis, tell the team.

The dressing room has this quiet aura. Everybody is thinking of those four goals that nobody stopped, Donaruma feeling bad, the defense guys feeling the same.

And Kylian, even worse. He's thinking of the shots he missed. The moment where he had opportunities and missed them.

His knee hurts. He's tired. He's not focused on the field. He's just not in his prime. That's obvious to everybody.

Especially to the press, printing his mistakes as the first pages, making his missing shots as their conversation on sports programs. Making the Twitter people feel confident about the shit storm they're giving him.

"Kylian, can I have a word with you?"

Luis Enrique and he walked to the corridor. The other team was happy, leaving. Saying their goodbye to the two of them.

"How is your knee?" He asks, he notice the faces he is doing while walking. "You sure you want to play next match? You still have the euros."

"I'm good, I promise sir."

"Promise me something. If you feel like you're overworking your knee, you're telling me. I prefer to sit you for one or two matches instead of you missing the season and euros."

"I promise."

After the talk, Luis advised him to take some recovery therapy. More therapy, he thought.

The drive home was felt long. His chauffeur was quiet, noticing his demeanor. He needs a hot shower and a good night sleep.

He slams the door of his room. Almost ripping this t-shirt, throwing it with all his force to the wall. He wants to scream but won't.

The shower was more than hot. It was burning. But it was all he needed. To feel something again.

He hated to do skin care, thinking all he wanted at night was to sleep, but you taught him to take care of his skin. Creating a night and morning routine.

Even when you're not there, he still did it.

While he stares at his reflection, on the big mirror above his bed, he doesn't know what weights more.

His regret or the ring that sits and collects dust in his nightstand.

That same ring he bought two days before that night.

The same one he was putting on your finger. Now, sure, he will have to throw it away.

Sure, he won't be having nobody next to him to reassure him everything was going to be alright.

Sure, he won't be thinking of raising children with anybody else.

Sure, he won't be thinking about buying a retirement house with a big backyard where to watch his grandkids playing.

Sure, there won't be anybody after you.

Unsure about you being his future.

"I need the last reports of the head office so I can start to organize everything and have it ready for the opening."

You were working on a meeting, having to multi-task and focus your attention between the meeting and what your co-workers were saying with the football game that's happening.

The Rennes game was better. They were winning. This was the last game before the Euros.

You wanted to see Kylian with the team of Les Bleus. They somehow cheer him up. They were like an energy drink for him.

Olivier, Antoine, even the coach. They were all like a family, and they were there for each other, no matter what.

Fayza invited you to the match, she knew you wanted to talk to him but didn't knew how. Ethan and her decided to keep your return a secret, letting you announced it on your own.

She sent you a jersey with his number on it. You try it on, smiling at the reflection. He loved seeing you in jerseys with his number on it.

And you loved to display your support for your boyfriend. Showing up at matches with his number on full display, showing the people you were his. And he was for sure yours.

You opennyour phone, going to instagram to see his page, you feel like a stalker. But it was the only thing you dare to do right now.

You turn the tv on, wanting to see something while working. And the first thing that pop up is a football news channel. They have Kylian picture on display.

"Kylian Mbappe leaves training to go to Bondy. The player suffered a family lost and asked his trainer Deschamps for permission to go back to his hometown to say his goodbyes."

You want to text Ethan, but you don't want to disrupt them. You wanted to know what was happening.

So you have two options. Achraf or Tchaga. Both will eventually tell Kylian you reach and asked about him. Both were only one call away.

You go for the second option. Having a little more trust in this one. You search for his number on your contacts.

The phone rings until you hit the voice-mail. You block your phone again, questioning if you had to try again or maybe just wait and speak with Fayza or Ethan later.

You take the jersey off, changing back into your pajamas, ready to be comfy again.

The vibration of your phone alert you, thinking it was from work you walk slowly to the device. But once you're close, you notice the name in the screen "Tchaga"

"Hello"

"Hey, long time no see, how are you?"

You smile at the greetings. "I'm good, how are you, scissors?"

"Been better, have a cold. But you didn't call me to know that. Tell me, how can I help you?"

"I heard the news about Ky, and I don't want to bother him or his family. But I want to know if I can help."

"I'm actually planning on going to Bondy, would you like to come with me?"

You wanted to scream a yes. But you have to be rational and think if this is something that he would want.

"I don't want to be a bother."

"You will never be a bother, not to him or his family. Get ready and pack something to change just in case."

"What? Wait, what if he doesn't want me there?"

"Bébé, he's been in a shit whole without you, so get your pretty as to the closet, change into something, and send me your location. I'll be there in an hour." He says, hanging up the call.

You do as you were told. Sending him your location and the parking code.

Running to the bathroom to have a quick shower and get ready.

After that, you took a black legging, a white blouse with a little London eye on the side. You white sneakers. You add some blush and mascara, just to add something to your face.

You pack the basics and the clothes Tchaga told you to pack. Just to notice you were done in time. Tchaga texted you that he was in the basement waiting for you.

- Bondy - Later that day

Kylian was exhausted. He feels sad and tired. He feels like crying. But won't.

The room feels cold, barely any air. Of maybe it's just him having difficulty breathing. Maybe it's the last few, maybe it's the lost shot, maybe it's the team.

"Kyky"

Ethan was worried about him. He notices everything. How his brother has such prominent bags under his eyes and is losing a little weight.

How he chooses to sleep instead of doing the things he loves. How the whole "mbappe saga" destroyed a little his confidence.

"Want to tell me what's going on?"

Kylian scoffs, he can't believe that his little brother is the one worried and not the other way around.

"I'm supposed to be asking you that, Ethan."

"Well, if I'm worried about you, I'm going to ask and help.It's not like it's a crime being down."

"I just want this bad time to end."

"It will, don't worry, Ky, you're so strong."

He smiles, patting his brother on the shoulder. Ethan offers him a cookie. Knowing he likes them.

"Tchaga told me he was coming. He's probably about to be here." He sighs, not sure what else to do. "Let's play some fifa, I have the app on my phone."

He smiles, heartwarming with how much Ethan is doing to make him feel better. "If I win, you do the dishes."

"Deal."

While they got some distraction, you and Tchaga were stuck in traffic. You feel anxious. Maybe it was the drink you got at Starbucks, maybe the fact that after almost two years you and the man you love were reuniting.

"You need to stop with your leg, bébé." Tchaga says, putting his hand on your knee to stop it from moving. "The car is moving with you, and it's making me nauseous."

"Sorry, I'm just nervous."

"Okay, I want to know, let's get deep." He laughs, turning the car off and turning to you. "So you left after graduation, not blaming you tho, I would have done the same."

You smile at his rambling. You missed this so much. Maybe not the topic but the talk.

"The thing here is, you're back, but are you back for him? I know you came back to work. You just told me that."

"Get to the point." You laugh.

"My point is, don't rush me. We're not moving." He says sassy. "Are you taking him back? Are you sure you want to go back and take up every challenge you guys may face?"

You don't have to think your answer. You knew what you wanted way before stepping back into French territory.

"I wouldn't have come back if I wasn't sure that I wanted that."

-Bondy - 9:30 p.m. -

"Mom, I'm going back to the house, Tchaga is coming and Ethan is tired. Do you need anything else?"

"No, go and have a good sleep, baby."

He hugs his mom, kissing her cheek and leaving back to her house. Ethan and him walked over there. The night was calm.

"You know what I want?" Ethan asks.

"Yeah?"

"I want some chocolate with butter cookies." He says, caressing his tummy.

He nods, agreeing with how much a good chocolate and some good butter cookies will heal the day.

"Y/n used to make some amazing cookies. Never knew how to make them, but we can try doing them some other day."

Ethan was talking about other things, how he can't wait to see on the match against Netherlands.

When they got closer, he noticed the car of his friend. Tchaga went out, walking up to him and hugging him.

"Hey, Ethan, why don't you help me with something that's on the co-pilot side." He says with a smirk.

The teenager nods, not thinking about anything else walks to the door. He opens it, seeing you. He wanted to scream, but you shush him putting your finger over your lips.

"Hey, get inside, I will take care of this."

Both men nod to his words, walking inside while they talk, Tchaga was telling him about the crazy traffic and how a little trip turned into almost half a day one.

"What are you doing here?" He whispers while Tchaga walks into the house with his brother. "No that you aren't welcome but you surprise me."

"I wanted to make sure you guys are okay."

"Okay, sweet." He laughs, opening the door for you to get out. "I am, but I'm not if he is."

"I've been worried about him, his whole attitude, he not even being on the press conferences of les bleus."

"Yeah, my parents and I are worried. He won't open up to us." He sighs, tired of seeing his brother like this. "I just want him to go back to the happy Kylian."

"Hey, do you think you can give me some time alone with him? I want to talk."

"God, yes, let's go." He slams the door, grabbing your arm and practically running inside. "Stay here, I'm going to ask Tchaga to come see something so we can leave."

You nod, closing the door. He dissappear into the corridor. You open your bag to spray some mint scent into your mouth, take a small mirror to check that you look decent.

You hear two voices coming down. Tchaga and Ethan walked quickly to where you are. Excited about you and Kylian talking again.

"Okay, he's in the kitchen, go." Tchaga push you a little.

They both left the house. You stood there for a little while. Feeling the senses come back to you. You were about to meet up with him.

You walk slowly to the kitchen, hearing some music playing. You can't get cold feet right now. Not after spending hours in the car just to come see him.

His back is facing you. You run his whole figure with your eyes, smiling at the fact that you're matching without planning it.

You nock on the wood door that's at the entrance. He turns without looking, typing something on his phone.

"Hey E, I found a good recipe for those cookies."

"You can't bake even if your life depends on it." You laugh lightly.

He has to blink several times, scared this would be a fever dream and not you in front of him. With your rosey cheeks, you nice smile and the same shinning eyes he loves.

"I can write the recipe for you. That way, it's similar." You speak again. "But if you don't know how to use your oven the I don't think it will work."

He's still speechless, thing that worried you. He does the same thing you just did to him. Scan your whole figure.

"How?"

"I been on Paris for some time now." You confess, "I wanted to call you, I just felt so scared you weren't going to answer."

"Why wouldn't I?"

You shrug, not really feeling like explaining your insecurities to him. "Just, my mind playing games."

He wants to hug you, missing the feeling and warmth only you can give him. He wants to open his arms around you.

Fuck it, he thought.

Opening his arms while walking to you. You drop your bag to the floor, opening your arms to him.

The hug was like a band-aid. It was what your hearts needed. Like when you put something back together and it just fits so good you can't even see the damage.

"I miss you so much." He hides his face into your neck. Kissing it. "Please don't go, I can't take being away from you again."

You kissed his shoulder, feeling the moment you dreamed about it, the whole thing was better than your dreams.

"Can you look at me?"

He broke the hug, hands on your waist so you couldn't run. It's not like you're planning on doing it.

"If we're doing this again, I need you to really fucking trust me." You laugh, maybe out of nerves. "Babe, I would never be with you for your money. I am with you for your heart, for your soul, you're my fucking soul mate and I can't let you go. But if you fucking pull some shit like that I will make sure you are dead."

"I swear on everything I have, I swear on the kids we don't even have yet, that I won't pull nothing like that. Have all my money, have all my properties, what's mine is yours. I was stupid enough not to back you up, and that was the worst thing I ever did."

You shut him up with a kiss. The way his lips are just like you remember, as soft as before, as warm as before.

His hands on your back, pulling you as close as he can. While your hands are on his face. Not wanting to break the kiss.

When the air becomes a necessity, you both can't stop looking at your eyes. The eyes never lie. They tell our secrets. And if anybody sees the way your eyes look at each other, they will see heart shapes on them.

You hear someone clearing their throat. Making you both turn. "Well, hello, I didn't mean to interrupt. But I want to drop this off on the counter."

He let go of his hold, helping his mother with the box she had in her hands. "Oi, that smile was lost until today." She jokes. Making you blush. "Well, I'm going to sleep. Y/n, belle. This is your house. Make yourself conformable."

You nod, wishing her a good night. Once she's out of the kitchen view, you return to the arms of your love.

"By the way, please go to sleep, we have to get Kylian to training tomorrow."

Tou both laugh at her words. Not promising anything. Not after that long.

The game was good, Kylian just scored two goals. He was not only the captain but was the reason they won the game.

The crowd was crazy about it. people were sure he wasn't going scored the two goals that were sending them to the victory.

But oh boy, how wrong they were.

You walk with his mom and Ethan to the outside of the stadium. You were happy for him.

"You know, when he used to say you were his lucky charm, I was like, iugh disgusting. But I think you really are a lucky charm."

You laugh, hitting his arms. "I can go to your matches, maybe I can give you some of my luck."

"No need." Melissa interrupts, smirking. "He has his own lucky charm. Just a little shy to admit it."

"Oh shush." Ethan says, blushing like crazy.

Once you're on the basement of the stadium, where the private parking lot is. You all got into Kylians car.

"Hey, so you do like dudes with a car but without a license." E jokes, remembering the message you sent him.

"Careful kid," you warn jokingly. "You will be walking home if you keep with those unfunny jokes."

The whole trip was Ethan and Melossa fighting about something they saw on tik tok, making jokes about it and Fayza and you being confused.

When the time for Ky comes back home hits, Fayza, Ethan, and Melissa left. Letting him enjoy his night.

"Hey, handsome." You welcome him with a hug. "You did amazing, it was one of the best games you had this season."

"Another way of you telling me my club sucks."

"Shhh, just take the good part." You shush him with a kiss.

"Are we alone?"

You nod, kissing him again. You never had enough when you're with him. It was like a kiss with a candy. You love it and refuse to give in.

He picks you up, making his way upstairs. Almost falling, thing that made you laugh. It was like the beginning. And you loved new beginnings.

- Five months later -

"Ready?" You ask, putting on your seat belt.

He nods, he was feeling anxious about this decision, but you made him understand that it was a necessity.

During the little drive, he told you about some plans Luis has with the team as they were going to the last games of the Ligue 1.

"I never asked you this, but do you ever get free Uber eats?" You ask, confused. He plays for the Uber eats Ligue.

"Why would I get free Uber eats?"

"Uber eats Ligue 1"

"Bébé, just no."

You laugh at his expression, but you had to ask. It was something that had your curiosity.

You park outside the house, Kylian quickly exit the car and run to your side. He was a passenger princess, but he was a gentleman.

"Thanks, Mister Mbappe." You kiss his cheek, taking his hands on yours.

"You're welcome, Miss fiancé."

You knock on the door. You can't help but deep the hold on his hands. It was something that was necessary, you repeat in your head.

The door is open by a woman. She happily lets you inside, offering you something to drink.

"We're okay, thank you."

"He's in the garden. He's reading."

He leads the way to the garden, opening the door and letting you step outside first. The Parisienne air is cold. Good think there's some sun after the cold cloudy winter.

"Père."

Wilfrid smiles, leaving his book on the little table. He was excited about meeting you. He wanted as much as everybody a new beginning.

"Hey, you need to put on a jacket, is cold outside." He warns his son, hugging him. "Hey, Y/n."

"Hi, sir."

"Can I give you a hug?" He asks, hopeful that you will allow him to. "Aftet all, you will be my daughter in law."

You hug him, you left all the pain and resentment in the past, that was hurting you even more.

"Sit, please."

You loved the way his garden looks, wanting to stole some ideas for the new place. "I love the roses."

"They are looking good today. The sun is helping them to look good." He cuts one that's close to the table. Giving it to you. "Tell me. You guys came for a reason."

Kylian looks at you. He wanted you to be the one to talk. He nods his head once you look at him. A sign of support.

"I want to leave all in the past. We want to start a clean new beginning. And we want you on it. You're his father, and we're going to be family. So I. Well, we want you to be there for us."

"I want that, I know I have a long way to you, but please, now that my heart is full with good intentions."

"We know, père." Kylian says. "That's why we wanted to do this."

You feel out of breath. But at the same time, lighter, like taking something off your shoulders. Your life was taking a good turn.

You chatted with his father for a while, sharing some wedding details. Your plan was to have a wedding once the season finishes. So you can have a honeymoon and some free time with him.

You grab the hand of your fiance, the ring he gave you shining. You knew that even if it was hard, you needed to leave the past in the past. Just lean about it.

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