#and in the holiday he was genuinely a heart throb like HONESTLY

[tired-momfriend]

Jack black needs to be in some sort of hall of Fame. He needs to be immortalized in some sort of way and he deserves nothing less

[calypsoff]

Forty Two. Part 3

I am excited for Monica, like it’s my house. When I first saw the home I was shocked, it looks like those mansions you see on TV, it’s unreal and I can’t wait to see it along with Monica. When I hear the shit she’s been through, and to see their first home, she deserves it so much. She has been such a good mother to all of her kids, supported them even when Ronald was doing what he was doing, the whole family deserves and I’m happy for them. Last night was eventful so to say, sex was great that is why. Robyn was putting it down, she was going at it like who the hell put a battery in her but in my heart, I know she is trying her hardest to get pregnant, I pray it happens for her. I think it’s something she craves, and I want to make that happen for her, I hope it’s no struggle for us but if it is then we going to go through this together, I can’t wait to go back to Cali and just have our own house, I just want that for us. It’s wack having to live hotel after hotel or be in the family home, it’s pressured when you have to sit with family, just want that for us but I am so happy. I felt so bad the way I shouted at Robyn, it was horrible of me and then mentioning the baby like who the hell do I think I am. Placing my arm behind my head as the bathroom door opened “does it stank in there” Robyn side eyed me as she left the bathroom “don’t be nasty” she is saying it like it’s not a genuine question, rubbing my chest laughing “I smell like you, pussy and weed” Robyn climbed onto the bed “isn’t that a good thing, we should have a shower” looking up at her “we? So that means sex, for the fifth time” Robyn grinned “I suppose, how is your skin so nice when you do nothing to it. Let me put a mask on your face” pulling a face “no, I don’t want too” placing my hand over my nipple “Chris, you’re leaving me tomorrow and you have no phone. This is unfair” I laughed “that has nothing to do with a face mask” I yelped out; I know she was going to nip me this is why I covered my nipple.

Robyn pressed down the face mask “close your eyes and relax, can you feel it working” mean mugging Robyn “I look dumb, I can’t believe you want me to look stupid, I only did this so you can stop harassing me” Robyn giggled “stop it, I want you to have good skin” so she says but this shit is weird as hell “I love you” she pressed a kiss to my chest and then moved off the bed “love me so much that you’re making me do this” how do people relax with this on their face, I can feel like some type of bubbles working, is that normal “Robyn, am I supposed to feel like a tingling feeling?” I don’t like it to be honest, it’s not a nice feeling. It’s a weird sensation “Robyn” lifting my head up looking “man, you’re so annoying” resting my head back on the pillow, she really out here taking a picture “stop being miserable, and the tingling feeling is the mask working. You about to have some beautiful skin baby” feeling the bed move, clearly Robyn is out to annoy me “do you love me?” I am not even going to entertain her now, talking about do you love me “Chrissy Pooh, do you love me?” Swatting her hand away from me “not exactly, don’t post that anywhere. I mean it” Robyn and that ugly laugh “I mean you have no phone so how would you know?” She has a point “I will find out” shuffling away from Robyn a little, she is making me warm. She gasped “excuse me sir? Don’t you be moving away from me; I love you so so much. I will not post it so be happy now” I don’t trust her because she will do it on her story and I won’t know “you ain’t getting no honeymoon now” closing my eyes, it’s kind of peaceful this is, I like it actually “Robyn!” I spat; she is so annoying just here flicking my nipple for what.

Plunging back into Robyn, she ran her fingers through my hair when I pressed my lips against the curve of her neck. She bit back a mouthful of loud moans, gripping the bottom of her ass, I scooped her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist. Digging her heels of her feet into my back, I continued to thrust inside of her. Moving her back under the showerhead, her back hit the wall and Robyn trembled when I gazed into her eyes and pushed my dick in deep. I held her up against the wall and furiously fucked her. Releasing all the tension we had before coming into the shower together; I placed my teeth against her neck. Sucking down on her skin. Robyn let out a long gut wrenching scream when I bit down on her neck and spread her legs wide against the wall, thrusting into her harder “fuck! Chris!” Water was pouring down over us, and her screams filled the shower. My dick throbbed inside of her as I stroked in deep, her eyes were rolling around in her head, she clung to me as her body shook and trembled.

I grinned to myself in the mirror, that face mask worked wonders, I am liking this “you fancy yourself now, look at you just smiling wide” licking my lips laughing “thank you baby” wrapping my arm around Robyn “I look terrible without makeup meanwhile you’re glowing, so annoying” I think I maybe fancy myself “I do look good don’t I though, look at us sexy as hell in just towels” stepping back from the mirror “you think” not even going to front I am feeling myself so much “take a picture of me, deadass” Robyn pulled a face “who the hell you going to send that too though, the fuck nigga?” I am actually sexy as hell “Robyn, just do it. Go and get your phone before I do” I wish I had my phone “I will kick you in your leg, why?” Oh Robyn feeling insecure now, I see how it is “for myself, uh” she is draining, with force Robyn left to get her phone. I honestly look so good, six pack, tan, good skin. Nigga be looking good; Robyn gets very uptight when I get in this kind of mood. Fixing my towel around my waist “I don’t get why but ok” Robyn said that through gritted teeth “take a few” chewing my on bottom lip, Robyn is so unimpressed as I continued to flex my muscles for the camera “ok I’m done” I snorted laughing “show me” walking over to Robyn “you can see your dick print” I cheesed “now post it, on your page” she looked up at me confused “why would I want girls looking?” Walking behind Robyn, wrapping my arms around her shoulders “because I am yours and you’re proud of me” pressing a kiss to the back of her head “I am just trying to get modelling contracts too” Robyn chuckled “this will be my Lockscreen, no sir. I will not” I groaned out “how about us both?” She is being extra boring “have you seen the state of me with no makeup on, you love just making me look nasty” I gasped “what the fuck Robyn, you ain’t nasty. The hell be quiet. I love you without any makeup on, ok fine” pressing a kiss to her cheek, she is being sensitive clearly.

We are at Robyn’ family home, well we just got here “they both still together I see” Noella beamed saying, I felt a little nervous coming back here because of everything and I hope nobody hates me for it “the hell you think was going to happen, he wasn’t leaving me and I wasn’t leaving him” very bold statement from Robyn “ok miss Fenty” Noella laughed “it’s been peace since you both went though” Rorrey dapped me “I bet it has been, Robyn drives everyone crazy” sitting next to Rorrey “oh be quiet. I have you know this man right there took me on a date, a beautiful garden you see the pictures?” Look at Robyn showing out, that must mean that she fully appreciated what I did, and I love that “I saw and commented that you both have big heads” Rorrey doesn’t care but Robyn wasn’t impressed “awww yeah we saw, the picture of you both stood together was so adorable, I cannot wait for the wedding pictures” oh god, how can I forget that “where is mommy?” Robyn looked around “not here clearly, upstairs” Rorrey be annoying Robyn a lot “be quiet so Chris and I will already be there, I already claim the second biggest room, I mean as I would but you all need to bring mommy to the hone and say it’s just a break away in a nice home, do not tell her but I am so excited to give this present from me to my family, I hope you all enjoy” I smiled in awe, I just love how Robyn has accomplished so much, I am so proud of her, small island girl and now a worldwide superstar and has never changed “you got a home Robyn, you moving to Cali with your husband so I should get the room” oh they both beefing now “Rorrey shut up, I mean it. You take that room I’m going to cry” I snorted laughing “like a little bitch” I laughed out even more with him adding that “don’t laugh at him Chris, you tell him it’s mine” I know she isn’t getting me involved “Robyn, you need to accept that Cali will be our home now” she looks so offended “Robbie, you’re home” thank god, Monica to the rescue.

I am so excited to see Monica’ new home, from the pictures it looks amazing so I can only imagine what it is like in person “mhmmm why did you say that Cali is our home now? You know it’s not, Barbados is home, for us both” oh Robyn wasn’t going to drop that, I thought she was going to let it go but of course not it’s Robyn “I was joking” I lied “ok but we will be coming to Barbados Chris, you know we will be. Just like I am sure you want to go to Virginia. Cali is our home I guess, until we move again, you know how it is but Barbados first” I sighed out laughing “ok Robyn, don’t worry” placing my arm around her “you are so passionate about Barbados, don’t worry. I promise you. This will be our home, our go to for holidays, I love it Robyn I do. Your family are amazing, they are funny, welcoming. I couldn’t disagree with how you feel towards it because you’re right, it’s peace” I hope that little statement makes her happy “but I am getting the second biggest room” shaking my head laughing “ok twin, it’s yours. I think Rorrey is teasing you anyways, you will get the room. Our room actually, we need to christen, shall we?” Robyn looked up at me “sir, can you please. Let my mother step in first, damn. But we will” pecking her lips “I am so in love with you, you know that?” Robyn nodded her head “I love you too Chris, I am going to miss you when you go. I hate it but we are leaving on good terms” nodding my head “that is what I want, I hate leaving you. Trust me, we haven’t had that much time together, which sucks but we have forever together which makes it better, we will be good. I cannot wait to when we get to that moment where we move in together, we both have a home. I just want a home, don’t ask but I do” I am really set on getting on “I promise we will, I can’t for it too” Robyn said, I trust she will.

My mouth hung open seeing this beautiful home “oh my god” I breathed out, this is just breath taking “welcome to sandy lane, come” Robyn waved me over, this home is mind blowing. The home is beautiful, I can’t even speak. Walking behind Robyn to go inside “this is more beautiful then the home in Cali, this is mind blowing and it has the beautiful views and people, the sound of sea, the beach is just right there too” entering the home, a huge reception area and chandelier just hanging as you enter “you went all out baby, wow” she got taste “yeah, it’s her forever home Chris so I had to go all out for her. She deserves it, I am at a point in life where I can afford to do this for her” nodding my head looking around in shock “come, we need to get the glasses ready and the champagne. They are just behind us remember” Robyn is right, let me stop gawking at this. I think I want to move here myself “shall we move here?” I said being dead ass “I would if my work let me Chris, trust me. I would stay here forever, I get privacy, peace, family and love. That is what I want, but soon. I remember you said we will retire here so I will hold that to you” Robyn remembered, but I will be, retirement in Barbados sounds perfect.

We can hear the family here, they are actually pretty loud “so Robbie rented this out so we can relax?” Monica said “yeah mom, come” Rorrey winked at us laughing “I am coming, I don’t know why because I was ok at home” parents are never happy sometimes “Robbie, what you doing here? The boys said you spoiling me and let me stay here for peace, I get peace at home” the family have come out, they really have “she caught your eye” Noella said “the most beautiful girl in the room, hell yes” picking Majesty out of Noella’ arms “champagne too” Monica just looked at me and then Robyn, then she kept looking between us both. Robyn just giggled and now Monica looks confused “what is happening?” she questioned “nothing mom” Robyn said through her laughter “nothing, wow mom” this Robyn’ fault, she keeps laughing “you pregnant? You glowing” I snorted laughing “mom, wow. I can’t be happy” Monica is giving judgemental looks “ok, I will tell you. I have been so excited about this moment, I have worked so hard for my family, I have always wanted my family to have the best because we had so little. And I know you mom, you don’t want much from but to be ok, but I have waited on this moment mommy and this is yours” Monica pulled a face confused “what is mine baby?” Robyn took in a deep breath “this home mommy” her voice broke “I just want to make you happy mommy, this is yours. All of this is yours, and when I do have a baby. This is where your grandchild will come to see you. I want all of my family living good” Robyn sniffled, Monica rushed around the kitchen counter “Robbie, you didn’t need too. Oh my god” she hugged Robyn, I think Robyn wishes it was a pregnancy news, that is what made her emotional “you living good momma, can I have the second biggest bedroom” I had to say it “that is mine, go away!” Robyn spat, Rorrey sniggered at me “my son in law can have what he wants, all my kids can. I love you all so much, oh my god” Monica didn’t want to get emotional, but she did break.

[jiminscaramel]

pretty in pink | shownu [mx]

[GENRE] smut, fluff

[COUNT] 4k+

[PAIRING] fem. reader x Shownu

[WARNINGS] dom. Shownu, unprotected sex, public sex/sex in a public place, cream pie, oral (f. receiving), fingering, overstimulation, spanking, daddy kink, dirty talk, mirror play?, lingerie

[AU] sugar daddy au

[A/N] as requested by anon however it is completely self indulgent, I adore this concept and had so much fun writing it!

Shownu had been the one to suggest spending some quality time together, quietly and casually mentioning it over a dinner date slotted into his crammed schedule. It had come as a pleasant surprise, the mere thought of spending alone time with him, without the pressures of work or expectancy looming overhead, sounded almost too good to be true. In fact you half expected him to cancel last minute, even as you waited to be picked up, basking in the late afternoon sun.

His car pulls up outside, a flashy sports model that looks dangerously small and sounds deafeningly loud and waits for you to hop in. You smile excitedly and peck him on the cheek, admiring his less formal, casual attire to fit the weather. Always the gentleman, he asks how you are, how your day’s been, how your work is going and you happily provide answers, chatting away over the music.

You’d only known him for a year, casually dating at first in exchange for lavish gifts, holidays and covered bills. But something was different about Shownu; he seemed almost too genuine and too doting to fit the stereotypical sugar daddy role, drawing you in no longer with his money and promise of expensive things, but with his debonair and charm.

You pull up into one of the country’s most prestigious and luxury high streets, your eyes bulging with unrestrained excitement as you ogle all the flashy signs and colourful displays. He lets you have free reign and let’s you decide on where to go, completely indulging in your every wish. He never says no and instead prefers to hang back and watch your face light up, a small smile tugging at the corners of his usually stoic lips.

In more ways than one he’s grown incredibly fond of you and has made a conscious effort to spend more time together. Not just to fulfil a quota or to meet the criteria of a prior agreed contract, but to get to know you better. He now leaves trivial tasks in the hands of his assistant and cancels unimportant meetings all in the hope of putting that time to better use with you. It’s awfully telling, the way you look at him when you think he isn’t watching, accompanied by your bold advances and displays of affection in the past few months. A little nagging voice at the back of his mind warns him that it could just be his imagination, that it’s all act in order to gain a bigger allowance but the reason in his heart tells him otherwise.

He carries half of your bags on one arm and you on the other, your warm palm absently caressing his bicep. You struggle to hold your half of the load, their awkward shapes making them hard to carry.

“You should just give them to me, I don’t mind holding them,” Shownu suggests, tucking his sunglasses into his shirt, flashing his toned chest beneath the fabric.

“No,” you refuse, teetering awkwardly into the next shop, sighing when you’re met with the relieving blast of cool air.  “You’re my man, not my slave. I’m more than capable.” You blush as you realise all too late your little slip up, fanning yourself even harder when he raises his eyebrows in playful question. “I mean–”

“I know what you meant, baby,” he laughs and follows you to the store concierge where you dump all your bags behind a screen, granting you a hassle-free shopping experience.

The store is lowly lit, black glossy floors and dark walls accentuating the gaudy and brilliant items on display. It’s empty at this time of day, giving you all the space and time you need to carefully pick something out. Shownu looks highly unbothered at being surrounded by lingerie – something many other supposed men you’d been with had freaked out about – and even picks out a few he likes for you to try on.

Having chosen your favourite picks, you clutch your little selection of knickers and tot over to the dressing room, Shownu hot on your heels.

“I should get you one of those,” he smirks, pointing to a discreet shelf stacked with sex toys. “For when you’re missing me.”

You swat his hand down and stare at him incredulously, the tips of your ears flaming hot. “No!” You whisper fiercely out of embarrassment, though there is a little truth to his suggestion. Often times you’ve been desperate; lonely in the small hours of the night with nothing but lewd thoughts and your fingers, Shownu’s name tumbling past your lips as you work yourself to release, wishing you had more. Perhaps it wasn’t such a bad idea.

The store clerk leads you to the lavish dressing rooms, directing you to the biggest and most discreet. It only has one spacious stall, all dark woods and mahogany with gold accents, decorated with potted flowers and fairy lights. A plush loveseat is positioned opposite, allowing Shownu to rest his feet while you try on your picks. She leaves and shuts the door behind her, leaving just the two you alone.

“I like the yellow one,” Shownu suggests, spreading his legs wide as he sits back on the cushions. “Try that one on first.”

You shrug and disappear behind the heavy black curtain, laying out all the sets on the rail. The yellow one is quite eye catching, you think, deep mustard accented with a white trim. Your next pick is a cute pastel pink set with suspenders and stockings to match and the last one is a deep emerald and black cami suspender.

You shuffle around while you undress, your toes peeking out from the bottom of the stall. The bra is a size too small but the overall colour is extremely flattering. You twirl around in front of the wall mirror, admiring the way the colour makes your skin glow. “Nice choice,” you call out, smiling at your reflection.

“Do I get the pleasure of seeing?”

You push past the curtain, sudden shyness making you draw into yourself. Despite your brief time as a model and your arrangement with Shownu, you’re actually quite a diffident girl. You’d lacked the definite confidence your peers and competitors had and it had taken a while for you to get comfortable with him. It was never personal, never the fault of others, but rather a result of years of self-doubt and second guessing yourself. If anything, Shownu had brought out the best in you.

He hums in clear approval and motions for you to spin around to give him a full view. “You look gorgeous, baby. I love it.”

You’re suddenly aware of how intimate the setting is and the stark contrast between your near naked body and his fully clothed frame. You lean against the frame of the stall in a provocative way, his words boosting your confidence and making your heart flutter. His eyes darken and roam the planes of your body, his jaw drawing taught. A frisson of excitement ripples along your skin, your hair standing on end in response to his lingering gaze.

“I think you should try the others,” he clears his throat and sits forward, trying to hide his evident excitement growing beneath his jeans.

You nod in agreement and disappear once again behind the curtain to try on the cami suspender. It fits much better, tightly hugging your curves and accentuating your favourite features. You tug on the stockings and fasten the suspender clips to complete the look, stepping out more confidently this time.

A low groan sounds at the back of Shownu’s throat, his chest falling heavier with his laboured breathing. His eyes are hungry, almost starved and he shifts eagerly on the chair. “This one...”

“I like this one,” you smile, running your hands over the satin fabric and along your curves, drawing his attention to where you want it most. You saunter over to him, standing in between his legs, inviting his touch.

He almost looks relieved, his mouth hanging open in awe at your beauty. “Baby,” he whispers, his hands finding your waist, hurriedly tugging you down onto his lap. You sigh as his hands trail along your thighs, catching on the frills and lace, desperate to touch your skin. “You look so fucking good. I don’t think I can wait until we get home.”

His confession has your thighs tightening in anticipation, the mere thought of getting up to no good in a place where you can get caught is enough to make your core throb. Your breath catches in your throat, a little whine escaping as he presses kisses to the column of your neck, your back arching to offer him more skin. His calloused palm tugs at your garments, eager to remove the barrier between him and your skin.

“Shownu,” you sigh half-heartedly in poor effort to make him stop. But in all honestly, the whole situation is terrifyingly new and although it’s not usually something you’d go for, your curiosity – and arousal – get the better of you.

He pulls down one strap with his teeth, nipping along your shoulder and sucking marks into your skin you know will show up tomorrow. Your heart skips a beat at the intimate and personal action; you’d slept with Shownu a few times before so that was nothing new but he’d never... marked you. Things were usually pretty vanilla, straight to the point and satisfying each other’s needs. But you can’t deny that for the past few weeks and from the very moment you walked into the changing room, things had felt different. A static, heavy electricity that seemed to spark every time your gazes held, a thick tension that shrouded and guided the two of you into complete intimacy.

“Wait,” you breathe before he can get any further south. He looks up, pained and needy but also alert, afraid of making you feel uncomfortable. “Wait. I want to– to try the last one.” The heat from your core seems to bloom and spread across your body, your cheeks aflame.

He swallows what’s left of his composure and presses a kiss to your shoulder and you scuttle away into the changing room to rush in to try the final piece on. It’s by far your favourite, from the lace embellishments all the way down to the little crystal heart hanging on the underwire between the cups. It may be a typical, cliche colour, lumped in the same category as black and red lingerie, but it’s perfect in your eyes. Original.

You’re still adjusting your garments, making sure nothing is askew when the curtain opens in the reflection of the mirror. You spin around on your heel, ready to berate Shownu for ruining the surprise but the look in his eyes is dangerous.

His lips find yours before you can blink, crashing down into a hungry, open-mouthed kiss and his hands circle your waist, pulling you flush, so that there’s barely a sliver of space separating your bodies. Everything about him is desperate, as if he’s making up for lost time or making the most of what little time he has, you’re not sure. But something in your chest unravels, a familiar feeling of relief satiating your nerves. Of all the times you’d been intimate with Shownu, this already is by far the most special.

He pulls away, giving you both time to catch your breaths. “I couldn’t wait,” he pants, marvelling your figure in the new set. He moans once again in approval, his eyes never losing focus. “God, I want you. I want you so bad.”

“Then take me.” You lunge forward, capturing his lips once again, savouring his flavour on your tongue. He tastes of tobacco and cherry drops, the sweet tang coating your lips and seeping into your mouth. Your kisses are kittenish, almost impish; undoubtedly teasing yet curiously sating.

His hands discover a mind of their own and untangle themselves from your hair to explore the rest of your body, squeezing and pinching almost painfully in all the right places. You sigh into his mouth and press your body close once more, impatiently waiting for the next inevitable scene to unfold.

He pulls away again, this time abruptly and crouches down on his knees, his palms traversing your stockinged legs. He kisses a trail from the bottom of your thigh to your hips and finally to the apex of your thighs, growing dangerously close to your heat. The butterflies in your stomach silently rage, a flurry of excited wings turning your stomach in anticipation. You look down at him with needy eyes but you’re met with a dour, challenging stare, almost questioning your ability to handle him.

He grips your thigh and lifts your leg up, resting your foot on the cushioned seat, exposing your heat to him. You cover your face, ashamed of how deprived you are, almost embarrassed as you bare yourself to him. He mutters dirty nothings and compliments into your skin, his fingers drawing deliberate circles on your clothed clit. Your body jerks in response, limbs tightening and tensing out of your control.

“Shownu,” you whine, his name getting caught in your throat as another mewl tumbles past your lips.

He hushes you gently, in a way that almost feels as if he’s chiding you for being so impatient, before finally hooking his finger in your panties and pushing them to one side. The stuffy air of the changing stall hits your core, making you feel even more exposed and sends a shiver running down your spine.

“I need you to be quiet for me, kitten. You can’t let anyone out there know what a dirty little girl you’re being. Can you do that for me? Can you keep quiet for daddy?”

You nod silently, your lip held tightly between your teeth in a bid to stay silent. Though you don’t realise how much of a challenge it is until his tongue dives into your folds, making quick work of your clit. You gasp, a sharp intake of breath at the feeling as he eats you out like a man starved. Heat pools in your stomach and your legs begin to shake, and sensing you’re close, he slows down, slipping a finger into your entrance.

A moan escapes the confines of your tightly sealed mouth, loud enough to be heard, but it only eggs him on further, a second finger slipping in, his hand pumping in time to his laps. He moans against you, the vibrations sending magical sensations straight to your bundle of nerves, and your head falls back against the wall, your chest heaving with laboured breaths.

When he pulls away his mouth is glistening with your arousal, his pouty pink lips swollen and abused from the kissing before. “You taste so good, baby.” He whispers wantonly, his fingers maintaining their relentless pace. “So sweet, I can’t get enough.”

He swirls his tongue faster than before, fingers pumping furiously to bring you closer to the edge.

“Oh, fuck,” you curse, one hand tangled in his hair, fisting his locks awfully tight. Your other hand is tightly fisted in your mouth, teeth sinking into your supple flesh to stop any further sounds from escaping. The lewd squelching of his ministrations only serve to turn you on further, and with a final brush of your g-spot, you unravel all over his lips, a long drawn out whine filling the room.

You don’t know how it’s possible for you to get any wetter but it seems you do, a mixture of his spit and your slick dampening your inner thighs as he continues to work you past release. You squirm at the overstimulation, crying out with your hands pressing his head closer.

“Fuck, that was so hot,” he gets to his feet and presses a few sloppy kisses to your lips, your mouth opening to taste yourself on him. “But I want to see your pretty face when I make you cum. Take those off.”

He nods towards your soaked knickers and you don’t hesitate to step out of them; the less between you and him, the better.

He fumbles around with his zipper, fingers moving with practiced dexterity and his cock finally springs free, dribbles of precum leaking from the tip. You suck in a breath as he hoists both your legs around his waist, pinning your back to the wall and holding you by the thighs. You arms snake around his neck, tightening as you feel the head poke your entrance. Your thighs clench around him, prompting him to hurry.

“Please,” you plead, rutting your hips into his, trying to find his length.

“Please what? Use your words, kitten. Tell me what you want.” His hands grip your ass tightly, keeping you perched above the tip of his cock, his eyes locked onto yours, demanding you answer and voice your dirty desires out loud.

“I want you to fuck me, daddy, please,” and it’s almost pathetic, how desperate you sound, but you’re way beyond caring. Your head spins with ridiculous levels of lust and unfulfilled promises and you’re desperate to satiate every last one of them.

Without warning he lowers you onto his cock, his length sliding in and bottoms out inside you. Your mouth falls agape, a gasp rattling your rib cage. Shownu buries his head in your neck, suckling red splotches all over your skin, his teeth sinking in to bruise.

“Oh, fuck,” you cry out as his hips start to thrust at a steady pace, your position against the wall allowing him direct access to your g-spot. “Oh my god,” your fingers find purchase in his locks in a desperate attempt to stay grounded, but Shownu has other ideas.

His breath is searing against your neck, muttering how pretty you look in pink, flustered and needy for his cock. Blessed with sizeable girth and length, he fills you up to the brim, each thrust more delicious than the last. His eyes are fixated on the sight below, staring in awe at the way he disappears inside you, the way you coat his length with your juices. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good. So tight, I can feel you squeezing around me.”

His hands knead at your supple flesh, squeezing tight before one hand flies up to knead at your breast through the lacy bra. His thumb flicks over your clothed nipple, eliciting a hushed gasp which he captures in his mouth. Your other hand grasps at the curtain, holding on for dear life as he pistons his hips relentlessly.

“Look at you, dirty little slut. So hungry for daddy’s cock,” he pants in your ear and grabs your jaw in his hand, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror.

To say you’re a mess would be an ultimate understatement but something about your dishevelled state only adds to the feeling in your gut. Shownu hoists you up even further, bouncing you on his length, so much so his grip on your thighs causes one of the stockings to rip. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you remember the lingerie hasn’t even been bought yet and you feel ashamed of yourself for behaving in such a way, making a mess of such perfect garments.

He growls, low and sinister in his chest as his hips stutter. Your hands slide under his shirt, nails digging into his skin and silently begging him not to stop. Slowing inside you, he senses your discomfort, your thighs aching and burning with the position he’s holding you in. He lowers you to the floor and bends you over the seat in front of the mirror so that, not only can your see your own reflection, but his too.

You flinch as his hand comes down on your bare ass, the sound ringing through the stall, your eyes squeezing shut and anticipating the next strike. He spanks you again, groaning as he watches your skin bloom a pretty shade of rose. You clench around him in response, your skin stinging, his lips lifting into a wicked simper. “You like that?” His voice is low and deep, slow and sensual, evoking the deepest feelings of salacity within you.

You nod, too lost in the countless sensations to give a comprehensible answer. Though it doesn’t seem Shownu is too fond of your silence, his hand coming down against your ass again but with more conviction.

“Yes? Yes, what?” His hips move at a torturously slow pace, your own hips pushing back to try and meet his and fill you up.

“Yes daddy,” you choke back a sob, forgetting that anyone could walk in at any moment.

He struggles to hold back as he feels himself close to release but is determined to satisfy you first. He laces his hand in your hair and pulls your head back, your back arching perfectly, dipping and dimpling in all the right places. You have a clear view of the both of you, sweaty and slick with each other’s love, panting and heaving.

“Please,” you sob, your legs shaking as the familiar knot in your stomach tightens with tension. “Please let me cum. Please.”

“You’ve been so good for me, baby,” he sighs into your ear, his thrusts becoming sloppier. “You’ve taken daddy’s cock so well.”

His other hand snakes around to your bud, rubbing circles with his nimble fingers and your cries start to crescendo, getting higher and louder with each stroke.

He bites his lip, stifling his groans as he leans forward and looks you in the eyes through the reflection in the mirror. “Cum for me, baby.”

And his eyes never leave your face as your legs start to give way, your orgasm powerfully ripping through your body and making your walls flutter around his pulsing cock. Your eyes squeeze shut but not before you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror; Shownu a sweaty mess, panting down your neck, benhind you.

“That’s my baby,” he praises while continuing to fuck you through your orgasm, your heat throbbing from the overstimulation but edging you a little closer to the promise of another. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum, squeezing around me like that.”

And with a last, definite thrust and sinful, guttural groans he spills inside you, painting your walls with his seed. You watch as his face contorts into one of pain and mass effort, the relief of his release evident in the way his muscles relax.

“Shit,” he huffs under his breath, peppering the nape of your neck with kisses, reluctant to pull away. Still inside you he reaches over to grab your discarded underwear. “One more thing,” he whispers pulling away, fixing the panties and pulling them up. “Keep this on.”

“Shownu!” You exclaim, eyes widening in shock as his cum seeps from your entrance, soiling the cotton lining of the lace knickers. Your cheeks flush again, this time out of embarrassment. “I– I haven’t even chosen which one I want. And we haven’t even bought them yet–”

“I’m buying all three.” He states matter-of-factly, tucking himself back in and smirking at your stunned silence. He watches you carefully as you get dressed, removing the ruined stockings to replace them with another pair. “I want you to stay the night.” He blurts out avoiding your gaze, snapping the tag off to hand over to the clerk.

You bite back a smile and flutter your eyelids up at him, peering abashedly from beneath your eyelashes, a flurry of foreign feelings keeping your heart afloat. “I’d like that,” you mumble into your chest.

He quickly kisses your forehead, his thumb tracing over your lips before checking you both over to ensure you look as presentable as possible. You head over to the counter, absolutely mortified at the thought of having to interact with another living person, squirming in discomfort at the feeling between your legs, but it seems like the woman at the register is none the wiser. You place the sets on the counter, along with the empty hanger and Shownu slides the tag across, tapping it intently with his finger.

“Can I get another two of these, please?” He clears his throat and adjusts his collar once more, stealing a glance at you from the corner of his eye. “She looks pretty in pink.”

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An interruption in the 1st law of thermodynamics.

Previously Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24

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Chapter 25. The fight to Lallybroch

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“It’s the most wonderful time of the year.”

Yeah, tell me about it.

It would be the most wonderful time of the year actually, if things were different. If I was now packing for the Highlands, instead of being condemned to two lonely weeks in Edinburgh.

Locked in my room, Lamb’s response to my pleadings reverberated in my head, mingling with my sobs. It was a loud and clear ‘No,’ and it felt like a knife going right through my heart.

All of my Christmas plans with Jamie were going to waste.

How was I supposed to tell him?

With my gaze fixed on the white ceiling of my room, tears running free to get lost in my curls, I replayed the conversation with Lamb in my head, trying to find a way out.

I had one more day before the Christmas Holidays. One more day to convince him to visit Lallybroch and spend the holidays there. We were both invited, and I was sure that Lamb would be delighted to have more conversations with Brian Fraser about his favorite topic, Scottish history.

But Lamb said he couldn’t make it.

He had two dissertations to read and a meeting with the CEO of an important foundation, about a grant he was trying to get to start new excavations in South America. I was tired of his excavations. He said going to Lallybroch was impossible.

I hadn’t given up easily. I tried to talk to him calmly at first, knowing that yelling wouldn’t bring me any closer to my goal. I rambled about the beauty of the Highlands, spending time together, the peace he would find and how he could read the dissertations there.

Nothing worked.

Change of plans, then.

I then tried to convince him that he should let me go to Lallybroch alone. He wouldn’t have time to spend with me in Edinburgh anyway, if he had so much work to do. When Lamb said that he was the adult in this home and announced his final decision, I was unable to keep my temper under tight reins. I cried out that it wasn’t fair, that it was the first time I’d ever asked him to do something my way. Unshed tears blurred my vision and I could feel my pulse throbbing in my temples. My eyes wild, landed on his cool face and the heat rose inside me, burning my cheeks a fierce red. One more minute and I would end up screaming at him. With pressed lips and my hands in fists, I turned around and ran to my room, locking myself in.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

It was approximately thirty minutes later when I heard him knocking on the door. The sound was restrained, quiet. I knew I had upset him. I had never reacted like a spoiled child before, but this injustice was drowning me.

Was it so much to do what I wanted for once?

I couldn’t let him in, not yet. Instead, I gripped my pillow tighter, letting silent tears make its colors darker until I heard Lamb’s steps taking him away again.

My phone pinged and I ran a hand over my eyes to make the text come into focus.

Jamie: Make sure you bring your warm boots, Sassenach!

Jamie: Do ye ken that when I write ‘Sa’ the first suggestion my phone makes is the word ‘Sassenach’? ❤️

I read Jamie’s texts and I broke into an ugly cry all over again.

It would have been the most wonderful time of the year. Now everything sucks.

About an hour later I heard the soft sound of our front door closing. Lamb had left. I bit my lip looking at my tear stained pillow, and took a deep breath. If I stayed locked in my room going over the same thoughts again, I would never stop crying.

How many damn tears can these glands produce?

I had to do something, anything that could make my mind fly away. The green message light was blinking on my phone, a constant reminder of the new texts coming from Jamie and my incapability to reply to any of them.

Rising from my bed, I walked to the wardrobe and picked a black tank top and my favorite grey leggings with geometrical prints. My fight with Lamb had made me feel deflated and hyperactive at the same time. I needed to get all this energy out and then just fall tired on the floor, a puddle of disappointment and hopelessness.

No matter how hard I’d tried, I hadn’t thought of anything that I could say to make him change his mind.

I rode my bike to the dance studio, the cold wind drying the tears from my puffy eyes and calming my breathing. Walking in to find that I was alone was the best gift I could ask for. I threw my backpack and coat into a corner, taking only my new bluetooth earbuds from the front pocket. Lamb’s gift.

Oh my God, uncle. Why the hell couldn’t we just go and have fun, for once?

The feeling of the wooden barre underneath my fingertips felt like a balm to my heart. I started warming up with slow exercises, balancing on the steady barre to support my body.

Red, swollen eyes looked back at me from the mirror and I almost started crying again. Blinking, I turned my head and looked away.

I needed Jamie, but I couldn’t find the strength to call him. Not yet.

When I felt my muscles ready, I increased the volume of the music in my earplugs and started dancing.

Run across the room and fall on the hard floor. I would stay in Edinburgh, alone.

Rise with a jump, and then step backwards, back arched. Joe would visit his grandparents in Boston.

Extend arms and hands on each side, waiting for help that would never come. Gail would go on a trip with her parents to London.

Swirl and stop, arms wide open, ready for a hit. The whole swimming gang would be in the Highlands.

Crash on the floor. I wouldn’t see Jamie for two weeks.

I didn’t know how much time had passed, but I finally lost every thought in the swirling force that moved my body. With closed eyes and open heart, I danced the pain away.

As another song died out, I slowly opened my eyes only to jump again – this time from pure surprise.

“Jesus Christ, Jamie! You scared the hell out of me!” I said in between gasps, with a hand over my thundering heart.

Jamie was standing next to the door, breathing heavily, his eyes dark and hooded.

“What are you doing here?” I asked and walked to him, a magnet always drawing me closer. “How long have you been standing here?” My fingers traced his chest and abs over his hoodie, before my arms sneaked inside his open jacket to bring him closer for a kiss. I needed his touch. I needed to get as much of him as possible now that we were close.

“Long enough,” he answered in a deep, low voice, that made my skin tingle. He softly bit my bottom lip, while his hands traveled down my back to cup my butt. “God, yer arse. When I first saw ye in leggings, the day you came wi’ Jenny to find us in the swimming pool, I couldn’t think of anything else apart from having this round arse in my hands. Mine.”

“What?” I intended to tease him for his confession, but his dark voice combined with his need of possession made me shiver instead.

“Ye didn’t see me staring like a dolt, Sassenach?” He asked, honestly.

“No, I didn’t!” I replied, now laughing at the memory of that day.

Maybe because I was busy staring, too. Jamie in a square cut swim trunk, water dripping from his body, was quite the sight.

Still smiling, I ran my tongue on his bottom lip and a deep groan filled the quiet room. Jamie pressed his hands under my butt, lifting me up to trap my body between his and the wall. The reflection of our bodies in the mirror made my breath shallow, and I captured his lips in mine, desperate to share the overwhelming feeling burning me.

“It’s a miracle I held myself back before and I didn’t interrupt yer dance,” he said in between long kisses, full of lust and need. “This was the most beautiful, strong, and storming thing I’ve seen.”

“It was a stupid choreography I just made up.” I said, and I didn’t know if the heat on my skin was caused by his compliments or his kisses.

Jamie trailed a path with his tongue on my neck. “It wasn’t stupid. It was passionate and genuine.” He insisted, nibbling softly.

“Or you just find everything that I do beautiful.” I moaned at the sense of his fingers under my tank top.

“Ye ken how this is called, my Sassenach?” Jamie stopped abruptly and brought his eyes level with mine.

“Stupidity?” I asked with a cheeky smile.

Jamie snorted, slightly shaking his head in disagreement. “That is falling in love, mo chridhe.”

My heart stopped and then erupted in my chest, so full that it couldn’t keep the feelings inside. “I find everything you do beautiful too, Jamie Fraser.”

“I thought so.” He gave me a lopsided smile that made my hand pinch his side to punish him for his confidence.

“You cocky bastard!”

Slanted eyes locked with mine and we were still laughing when his teeth trapped my curled lip, sucking it softly. My tongue sought his, and I felt our chests inflating in sync to bring the hearts closer, creating their own music with every beat. Jamie shifted his body slightly and I felt him hard against me, the thin fabric of my leggings letting me feel every inch of him, restrained in his jeans.

“I need ye,” he breathed, and I was unconsciously rubbing myself against him when the studio’s door closed with a bang.

“Is anyone here?” Lilly’s voice came from the hallway and I thought I would die there and then.

“Shit,” I whispered as Jamie lowered me to the floor. “Go out that door, to the changing room.”

I saw him flushed, swallowing hard and with a few wide strides he was out of the room.

That was too close.

It took me ten minutes to get Lilly in her small office and another twenty-five to leave the building, hoping that Jamie had gotten out at some point.

He had. My Scot was waiting for me next to my bike, with a shy smile and a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“It’s late, you shouldn’t have waited.” I said as I drew closer, although I wasn’t sure I really meant it.

“I needed to talk to ye, Sassenach.” He pulled me closer with a hand on my waist and placed a soft kiss on my lips.

“Talk? So that was what we were doing before?”

“I got distracted in there,” the shy smile creept its way to his lips again, together with a red hue on the tips of his ears. “But there was a reason I came to find ye. Why didn’t ye reply to my texts?”

Averting my eyes from his, I focused my gaze on the zipper of his coat, feeling it between my fingers. Setting my jaw, I breathed deeply, knowing that I couldn’t keep the news from him much longer.

“I won’t be coming to Lallybroch.” My whisper was so low that it was almost inaudible.

“Ye won’t? Why?” His voice was tinged with worry, and I heard another crack added to my heart.

“Lamb. He said he can’t leave the city and we’re to stay here.”

Jamie held me closer to him, his arms steadying us both, his breath soft on my neck. “We’ll find a way. I’ll talk to my Da, see if he can call yer uncle to change his mind. If not…”

“If not, we will spend two weeks apart.”

“We’ll talk all the time, mo nighean donn.” Jamie said, his fingers sneaking under my rubber band to let the mess of my hair free. His fingers got lost in my curls and he brought me closer, sealing his hot lips with mine. “I dinna say that I like it, but if we canna change it we just have to be patient.”

“I want to come.” I almost whimpered. “We’ve planned so much already for the holidays.”

“Dinna fash, Sassenach. Lallybroch will be there waiting for ye. And yer uncle may change his mind, aye?”

“I don’t think so.” I pulled him closer, needing to be locked in his hug and stay there forever.

“Ye never know. Come on now, babe, let’s get ye home before ye freeze out here.”

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The house was dark when I entered, a narrow beam of light escaping underneath Lamb’s office door. He was back. Jamie had managed to calm me, as he always - mysteriously - did and I was ready for a second, hopefully uneventful, conversation regarding the Highland trip. Taking a deep breath to prepare myself, I walked towards the office and knocked on the door.

“Come in, lamb.”

Lamb. That’s a good sign. At least he isn’t mad at me.

“Uncle,” I said as I stepped in, clasping my hands in front of my stomach and keeping my eyes fixed on my fingers. “I’m sorry for earlier. I didn’t mean to yell at you.”

“Claire,” he said in a voice that made me raise my eyes to look at him. He seemed tired and the strain in his features was obvious. A strain caused by me. “Sit down, please.”

I moved tentatively in the room and sat right across from him.

“I thought a lot about our previous conversation, Claire.” Lamb resumed, moving some papers to the side of his desk, and I nodded, waiting. A little smile adorned his face when his eyes traveled to me. For a moment I thought he didn’t see me, but looked right through me. “You want to belong somewhere, Claire. And you finally found that somewhere. I know this feeling because I’d felt it too, a long time ago.” I made to speak, but realized he had more to say. “You have your mother’s strength and independence but this… You get this quality from the Beauchamps. From your father. Henry needed to belong to her and to you, you know, to be part of a whole. And I can see now that you have the same need.”

Tears rolled down my cheeks before I realized I was crying. I was like them. There were parts of both of them in me. I opened my mouth to talk, but I couldn’t find any words. I sat there, looking at Lamb through my tears, feeling my heart beating hard against my ribcage.

“I’ll finish everything during the next week and we’ll visit the Frasers, for Hogmanay, lamb. Is it okay with you?” He asked with a smile, rising from his chair to come next to me.

I fell into his embrace, my arms tight around his neck.

“It is,” I said, feeling the soft cashmere of his jumper underneath my cheek. “Thank you, uncle.”

“I love you, baby girl.”

As Lamb held me in his arms, the only person I belonged with for so many years, I thought about my parents, about independence and belonging. I thought of the way Jamie made me feel, embracing all I was.

And I dreamed of the best New Year’s Eve of my life.