#and then I’m gonna take a nice hot shower and leisurely get ready for work

[campirebites]

u know what actually appreciation post for my joints because yes I’m in pain every day but I haven’t felt like I’ve needed my cane in a couple of weeks so thank u body ur doing a good job

[cosmiclatte28]

Baking! (Yuta x you)

a/n : heyyo it’s friday, let’s have some “me” time and enjoy some imagine with Yuta! Idea came from @yutahoes comment on previous post HOT PATCHED

warning : none! suggestive, how you ended up with a bun in the oven! (your beloved Nami), and of course 2020 was a baking year and I am more than willing to share you the recipe i am referring to for this story! DM me :D also i got a bit too carried away :) but it’s gonna be fun :D

tagging : @2-3-t-i @yutahoes @ailoveyuta

with that said.. enjoy your scene! 

Ever since the pandemic started and staying at home becomes a mandatory rule, you and your fiance, Yuta have been trying to overcome boredom with all possibilities. On the first month of staying home, you two are very excited about having “leisure” time while working at home. Both of you are delighted by the fact that you don’t have to wake up early, drive in the busy streets, and you just have to slip into your proper clothes when there is a board meeting. Considering your job is a magazine editor, you have meetings but luckily not every day.

Second month, you start to do yoga and exercises with Yuta every time he is bored, and he has nothing to do. Well, his comeback is still in preparation, so he only comes for regular practice and always got home when your office hour ends.

Fourth months, you pick up a new hobby and because your magazine company needs to make a new fresh content that suits the situation, the team comes up with a baking page. You are assigned to make the content, including taking pictures and trying the recipes your team made. You also have to do the editing but there’s help with that. You take the challenge, though you never bake before you see this as the perfect opportunity to start a new hobby. Things were great, the content is rising in demand since the world is baking suddenly! You got your raise and you enjoy doing this until your silly ass fell from challenging yourself to a wild yoga pose. You hurt your arms, they are a slightly fractured and you cannot make your baking content for the first three weeks of recovery, but you are so irritated to just stay in front of the laptop and watch your other friend make the pictures and cakes. So, when you can no longer hold yourself back, you plead the director board to give you back the baking section and they did love your job so you won the part back.

“Yuta can you come home earlier today?” you question the man who already wears his mask and has his training bag ready on his shoulder.

“Me?? I guess I’m done after lunch, I only have to practice singing today. Why?” he asks you back

You put on your sweetest smile “Don’t you want to try baking? I need some help with the rubric.”

Yuta’s eyes twinkle, it’s been his wish to try baking but because of practice and the amount of tools to wash and lack of time he hasn’t been able to do it. Now that you are offering him, he thinks he can seize the opportunity.

“Okay, I’ll try, who knows NCT will have a baking vlog after this, might flex about my skills” he smirks and you only grin at his cockiness.

“Okay, you can go.” You push him away after kissing his cheek and blushing when he winks at you and disappear behind the door.

Today you just have to wait for the team to send you the ingredients and recipes. You wonder what you’ll bake today no, what Yuta will bake today.

He was lucky the baking procedure he has to do today is easy. Simple lemon cake and you manage to get good pictures of Yuta’s hands and the aesthetic bowls and whiskers. You manage to hold the camera with your stiff casted hand, but it works even when you look super silly.

“Oh gosh! This is healing.” Yuta exclaims when his first cake comes out of the oven nicely and with a good aroma. You quickly take pictures and once it’s done, Yuta has already cut a slice and pops it into his mouth. “Yummy, I am talented indeed.” He sounds so confident and you hate to admit, his cake is better than what you expect and knowing your husband, you know he won’t stop bragging about this, he might even go as far as trying more baking recipes.

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Your nightmare comes true, once his promotional schedule with NCT is over, he comes home with a load of baking supplies.

“Yuta, what’s all of this?” you ask when you help him bring in bags of spices, butters, and decorating tools.

“My promotional week is done and I have our well deserved rest! I am going to be productive and bake for you every day!” he smiles like a little kid who just get a chocolate and you can’t say no to him.

“Oh no, not every day Yuta!” you joke as you help him organize the spices into the kitchen racks.

He brought different types of flours and sugars, even bought yeast and baking sodas. Oh he really is planning to bake!

“Well, I have to finish some works have fun baking! Make sure you wear the apron and don’t set the oven too high. Wash the bowls too okay.” You pat his long hair and skip into your room.

Yuta takes his time to shower, sing in the bathroom, check the internet for easy recipes and even compare recipes from different websites.

His choice finally is decided on the famous banana cake, it doesn’t require mixer and he notices you have bananas at home.

“Flour, bananas, eggs, butter…” he bends to take the things out and places them all on the counter. Next he brings out the bowls and whiskers and the rest of the stuffs he needs.

“Okay all set,” he rubs his hands and takes the apron you have. Yuta’s lucky he can use your apron well, (thanks to his small waist). “And where is it,” he walks to the living room to get his small rubber band and as he bites the rubber between his teeth you happen to leave your room to get some water.

“Oh!” you exclaim when you see a hot scene reveling in your eyes. If you bring something, you’d drop it already.

There under the golden hours of the sun from the window, Yuta is tying his hair up and his lip bites is not helping you. Not to mention the apron fitting him well. You kinda regret not buying a “cute” apron.

“Let me help,” you grin when Yuta fails to tie his hair. Somewhat in the middle of tying his hair we was surprised to see you gawking at him. He blushes a little when you step closer and take his hair into one bundle and expertly you tie the band around it.

“There you go! Neat and tidy.” You click your tongue and run a hand down his exposed biceps.

“You’re teasing me, aren’t you?” you playfully ask him this when you learn just how “dolled” up he is. In your apron, smelling good, looking hot, and smirking.

“As much as you want me to tease you, see that?” he points to the kitchen and you follow his finger direction “I am baking you cake.”

You lead him to the kitchen, cool yourself down with a glass of iced water and Yuta starts to busy himself with the recipes.

He starts by measuring the cups of flour, sugars, and spoons of cinnamon and baking soda.

You choose to observe him instead of coming back to your work. You’re glad you have saved your works earlier and don’t have to return for it.

Yuta looks super serious when he cracks the eggs and starts mixing them to the dry ingredients. You take note at how accurate he is, you learned about the small details about baking through your rubric.

“Need help?”  you ask when Yuta starts to whisk the mixture together. He brings his bowl to his waist and with his tilted head and angled hand, he starts whisking the batter.

You have to hold yourself back when you see how he looks delicious right now. With an apron, a tied hair, tongue sticking out of his lips from focusing, his flexed arm and how he smirks at you. Gosh he’s the real cake here! You wonder how will he react if you suddenly come and bite him there on his neck which is inviting you to bite a mark there. Hey mark!

“No, I got this.” He winks at you and continues whisking the ingredients. Another minute passed by, he adds the mashed bananas and some cut apples for better taste. You focus on his actions but mostly enjoying the show he gives to you.

“You look hot.” You blurt that out loud as you secretly eat the choco-chips he will add later. “You think I look hot? You haven’t seen me whisk a whipping cream or make a meringue!” Yuta says as h places the bowl down and begin doing the next step.

You lean over the counter, eager to see what he is doing next. “Okay, all set just add choco-chips and stir and pour to container.” He smiles nicely to you, expecting to get praises or just a satisfied face. But all Yuta sees is your side smirk.

Yuta can always read you like a book, so without losing his cool, he checks you up from head to toe. He notices how you’re not focusing on him, biting your lips, and your ears and cheeks are as red as strawberries right now!

He connects the dots in his head and snaps his finger in front of your face. You jump in surprise “What?” you yell, clearly annoyed that your fantasy session is destroyed.

“No you’re staring at me too intensely! Stop it,” he acts like his innocence just got violated.

You click your tongue “Yuta, blame yourself!” you pull your hair in despair when you feel your body heating up more and feel tingles slowly creeping up.

Yuta is ignoring you when he shows off his flexibility by bending forward to put his container in the oven. “And that’s the right temperature, now we wait!” he tosses the mittens aside and leans his body to the table you’re seating at. He glances to the cup of water with only ice cubes left, he grabs it up and swirls it around before sipping the remaining drops.

“What are you looking at Princess?” his playful remarks are slipping from his lips. You bite your lips down and try to shake whatever idea you have in your head after seeing him drink the last drop of water like that is the best water in the world. His Adam’s apple bopping is not helping you at all, you lick your lips and lowkey will kill him for making this looks so yummy and advertise-able.

“Nothin’” you lie though it is as clear as day that you are “eating” him in your mind.

“You sure? You don’t look like that.” He says and then knocking the glass to his lips to take the remaining ice cubes in his mouth.

You nod your head and turn redder if it’s possible. Dang Yuta is clearly teasing you and you love it. “I-“ you can’t stop your sentence for the next thing he does is taking your lips there with ice cubes in his mouth. The cold sensation wakes you up from your day dream and you press your hands over his trained arms. He passes the cube into your mouth and you’re surprised with this new sensation. Oh Yuta and his surprises!

He continues taking you there until there’s no more cubes left and both of you are already breathing harder and the atmosphere has turn super hot. Next thing you know, you’re already on the sofa pinned down by Yuta as he teases you with butterfly kisses here and there.

“Yuta-“  you moan out his name when you have the chance, your hand pulls on his hair so he can stop kissing you for a while “Your cake.” You breathily remind him about the cake in the oven.

“Hm? My timer hasn’t gone off.” He ignores your attempt to stop taking you here.

“You want this right? Or do you want to eat me instead? You really look desperate earlier.” He nuzzles into your neck and gives some generous kitten licks there.

“Oh you were teasing me!” you defend yourself “Admit it.” You push him away to see his eyes and get the truth out, but Yuta is Yuta and he always has his way of making you lost. “No, I did not. You were this turned on by me, that you were having such sexy thoughts in the middle of the day.” His hand travels south and you already stifle a moan so he won’t be cocky about it.

He already plays with the hem of your pants, only seconds to pulling them away and eating you raw there, but his timer goes off and he has the biggest grin on his face, while you the biggest disappointment. “Yuta!” you’re already sounding so desperate, tears are forming in your eyes and Yuta only chuckles, he wipes your tears and stands up from between your legs.

“Oops! My bad, cake is done! Why don’t we try it when it’s hot?” he leaves you to turn the oven off and takes the cake out. He left you like that! All teased up and messy.

“Yuta- you will pay for this.” You groan before ignoring the pain from the edged pleasure and stomping your feet angrily to the kitchen.

“Come try this, tell me if this is good.” He offers you a forkful and you angrily chomp down on it.

“Bad.” You mutter, as you cross your hands over your chest but still chew on the delicious cake.

“Bad? This is so yummy! I can take this to the boys, and they’ll ask for more.” Yuta towers above you.

You pout “Fine, its yummy.” Your hand reaches out for some more bites, but you stop and shake your head “You. Finish what you did to me, or I cannot enjoy my cake.”

He giggles and in one swift motion already has you in his arms “Alright my princess, let me enjoy my cake instead!” he brings you to the room and you’re already giggly again, giving him kisses and playing with his hair.

You swear you will kill him if he only leaves you in the room and goes back to eat his cake in the kitchen, lucky you he did not do that. You both know that the cake will be cold once you’re done with the session but who cares when Yuta can bake more of them!

 And that is probably how you end up putting a bun in the oven with Yuta!

fin.

[discoclubofvenus]

Morning Haze

Morning Headcanons w/Hinawa, Victor, & Maki

Warnings: None~

Genre: Fluffier than cloud 9

Attributes: gn reader

Type: Request

A/N: This was such a cute little request omg, but I finally got around to making some banners! I’ll make more as I write for different characters

He is getting up at the ass crack of dawn to be productive and no you cannot get him out of this routine

Sometimes he’ll just be reading a by the window and watching the sun come up or he’s cleaning  or cooking breakfast

Mans said “I will be up to have a peaceful moment before dealing with those damn hooligans” 🗿

He mainly gets up early due to it being a habit from his military days 😗

He always gives you a smooch before leaving for work

(I swear he stay havin a shit load of paperwork)

On his days off..he would definitely sleep in

He would still wake up pretty early (like 8-9am) but not at the ass crack of dawn

He would be the type that’s completely awake after 2 minutes of being awake

Weird af but it’s that military trainin in him hun

However you can easily convince him to stay in bed by giving him a massage

If you wake up before him you should 100% get/make some breakfast so you two can have breakfast in bed

He would appreciate it sm

Also hinawa without his glasses is so hot??? But when he put them glasses on?? Phew chile..this man a snack

HE HAS A REALLY DEEP AND SEXY VOICE IN THE MORNING

YOU KNOW THE ONE

If he wakes up before you he’s most definitely staring at your sleeping form

He’d snort at you for drooling too but never make fun of you

He looks at the way the your expression is just so serene

100% will lightly joke about your snoring

He’d definitely make you breakfast in bed

Hinawa makes his way to your shared room in careful but hurried footsteps. In his hands sat a tray  that carried plates full of food. He already put the glass of (f/d) stop of your nightstand, so all he had to do was deliver the food. Which he did, successfully. He placed the tray on his side of the bed and gently ran his knuckles along your face. Hinawa could barely focus on anything but you. His love, his pillar, his ribbon. The scene in front of him was one he’d commit to his memory forever. Alas, you needed to wake up before the food got cold. So, with little to no hesitation Hinawa gently shook you awake along with a peck to your nose. “Good morning my darling”

If you’re still sleepy he’ll pet your head and let you rest on his chest while he reads

Hell he’ll even kiss your forehead sometimes

You guys would take a shower together with jazz or soft piano playing in background

Give this a man a massage while he’s contemplating whether he wants to get out of bed

He’d most definitely appreciate it and give you a token of his appreciation in kisses

You two will either wake up at the same time or you’ll wake up before her

Baby gorl will stay asleep till the cusp of noon (11am-12)

Her sleeping face is so adorable, kiss her cheek for me wouldja?

She wont have an iron grip around you if you try getting up, however, she will slowly start to wake up if you’re not beside her anymore

She’ll get pouty if you don’t come back soon

Give her around 10 minutes or so to adjust coming to reality

I recommend running your hands through her hair

She has such a tiny voice in the morning aodlfuebwuweb

Will appreciate you sosososososo much if you give/make her breakfast in bed

She would love to help with making breakfast! That’s one quick way to completely wake her up

Doing yoga in the morning together (if you both wake up early enough and this is another way to get her completely up lol)

Once she’s fully awake tho??

Homegirl is definitely finding excuses to stay in bed and skip the day

“Why don’t we stay in bed for a few more minutes? It’s not everyday we have such a peaceful awakening.” Maki states as she takes a sip of her steaming green tea. You give her an incredulous look as she closes her eyes--whether to ignore the stare she knows you’re giving her, or she’s savoring the moment within her whole being. You’re not sure, but if the serene smile on her face is anything to go by you would say the latter..if she weren’t adamantly trying to stifle her laughter. You sighed, with a small smile stretching across your face and a shake of your head you made your way to the closet. “You know Hinawa would kill the both of us if we skipped out on our duties--mostly me because he thinks I persuade you to stay in bed.”

You both help the other choose their outfit and you also have a little routine when it comes to your individual morning routines

While you’re in the shower, she would be doing a face mask and washing her teeth. While she’s in the shower, you’re washing your face and outside the bathroom doing your hair.

Please sing with her if you’re in the bathroom at the same time she’s in the shower

Before you guys leave your room for the day, she’ll give you a kiss and 1 reason as to why she loves you

He does not want to get out of bed, he dont so he won't

Simple

He will LITERALLY whine if you try getting him out of bed

He likes getting up around afternoon when he has days off because he will spend all night researching

Has you tangled all up in his limbs

RIP if you gotta get up to do anything cuz if he feels you move he’ll grip tighter

Will definitely tease you if he wakes up before you (just as a way to cover up how gorgeous he finds you in the morning)

“Eeewewew your morning breath is awful (n/n)”

“Oops looks like your bonnet/scarf travelled on a journey without you last night”

Someone beat his ass

That doesn’t stop him from giving you a nice gentle and slow smooch

Will drag you out of bed and get you up and ready

“I’m not going through this whole day without my stress reliever”

You guys brushing your teeth together

You wiping his face and him giving you kisses as appreciation

I’m soft

All of that only happens if you guys have a productive day ahead of you

ON A LAZY DAY??

He ain’t gettin up you can hang it up (and if he ain’t gettin up NEITHER ARE YOU)

You are gonna be the one to get up first because this man will sleep the whole day away if you let him

It’ll be the only way that his brain ACTUALLY takes a break

Unless he dreams about his research….

He prolly does if we’re being honest

Petting his hair while he sleeps (this man has an afro, therefore he has curls, which entails that this is a MAN WITH MELANIN. I’m not sorry, I made this rule and I’m gonna follow it)

Your dream slowly started to shift away to uncover spots of light trying to gain your attention. Soon your eyelids peeled open and your face was dotted with the sun’s rays. Looking to your side you spotted the curtains having a slight opening, wasn’t it time that you changed that? Black out curtains were made to block out the sun from waking you up after all. At a leisurely pace you attempted to get up and close the nuisance--YOINK. Letting out a squeal you were pulled back into the arms of your lover, Viktor Licht. When he got such strength to pull you back like that, you couldn’t find an immediate answer. Which pegged another question….how is he still asleep after such a stunt. Hearing the brunet groan beside you answered your question..he was only half-awake.

In bed you guys will talk about any and everything, your voices won’t be above a certain level to keep the atmosphere around you peaceful 

He would definitely tickle you to break that unspoken rule 

The only way you could get this man to get out of bed is if you’re making food 

Or have it delivered bc he’s not leaving the crib on his day off

[littledrummeraussie]

you kept me breathing under the water. / getaway series

Word count: 3900+ Warnings: Again: smut with feelings. Slight power play. Author’s note: The second part of my getaway series, this time from the bathroom. Hope you enjoy it as much as I loved the writing process! Feedback is always appreciated, I love reading your tags and replies! Much love!

getaway masterlist. / masterlist.

It was a few hours later when you woke up to Ashton’s soft snoring, his even breaths tickling the side of your face as you slowly opened your eyes. His hair was a mess, his features peaceful, something you haven’t seen for a long time. During the last month when you couldn’t sleep at night, you spent your time looking at him lying next to you – his eyebrows in a deep frown, a slight tension around his mouth, his fingers twitching between the two of you on the bed. It was clear that something was troubling him, and he only ever stopped shuffling if you slipped your hand into his, interlocking your fingers. It was a small gesture, but it meant everything to you – even if he did not know about it; by the time morning came around, you usually drifted apart to your own sides of the bed. Now things seemed to go back to the way they were before.

Ashton’s arms were wrapped around you, pulling you to his side in his sleep. The hand resting on your waist was warm against your skin, the touch familiar, something you desperately missed in the previous weeks. You watched the rising and falling of his chest, the slight movement of his throat, how his eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks – he was beautiful, calm, and you wished more than anything to make this moment last forever.

You slowly peeled yourself out of his arms, reaching for your shirt that was lying next to his on the floor. You were slightly sore and sticky, a reminder of what you did hours earlier, how he fucked you and promised you that you’re gonna be alright. A quiet sigh left your lips as you looked back at him, wishing and hoping that he was right, that you’ll be able to work everything out. While you weren’t looking, Ash turned onto his stomach and continued his slumber, his sleeping form making you smile. You leaned back down to him, softly brushing the hair back from his face, and pressed a kiss on his forehead. There was a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth as he happily nuzzled his face into his pillow.

It stopped raining while you were sleeping, and the small cabin was quiet as you made your way towards the bathroom. You were in desperate need of a shower, and not just because your shirt was sticking to your body. You stopped in front of the mirror to take a look at yourself – your hair was messy, a line of small red love bites disappeared down the collar of your top, and when you lifted the fabric up, you found purple bruises littering your skin where Ashton grabbed onto your hips. His marks were scattered all over your body, claiming you as his own once again, his love, lust and desire painting you with different colours. You felt your stomach drop, and quickly turned around to look away, throwing the shirt on the floor to step into the shower.

You leaned your forehead against the cold tiles as the hot water started beating down on your back. You swallowed hard as you tried to gather your thoughts and clearing your head as you felt your feelings once again playing tricks on you. We are fine. We are going to be okay. We are fine. You repeated the short mantra to yourself, convincing both your mind and heart that it was happening. But deep inside you still felt unsure.

You wanted to love the marks and bruises Ashton left on your body, you wanted to feel like his again – you wanted to be his again. But they left you with mixed feelings when you looked at yourself. Were you ever going to be alright, or was everything just a game of pretending? Maybe things will work out for a few weeks, and you will be able to live your lives like before. But what if after that you start making the same mistakes and end up where you started – both busy, unable to take some time away from work to spend it with each other, and slowly you drift apart again.

Even though you’ve both done your parts to end up in this situation, you still blamed yourself. You should have been the one trying harder, making more time for him when he finally had a few days off. You should have put him first instead of your work and deadlines – now all of it made you feel like you have screwed everything up. You felt like you did not deserve his forgiveness and love, that he was too good for you, and that made you start tearing up. You quickly pushed you head under the water to wash away your tears, making your hair wet, and drowning yourself for a moment in your own misery.

The bathroom door slowly opened, and as you looked back, you saw Ash step inside through the foggy glass. He was leisurely stretching, running his fingers through his hair as he tried to catch your gaze. There was a smile playing at the corner of his mouth, then he stripped out of his boxers, opened the glass door of the shower, and stepped behind you. His arms wrapped around your waist, pushing his body against yours as he kissed your cheek, nuzzling his face closer.

”I’ve thought you were sleeping,” you pressed your face against his, and he hummed in response, his chest vibrating against your back with a content, happy sound.

”I missed you next to me,” Ash answered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. ”Wondered where’d you go.”

”I needed a shower,” you said with a small smile, catching his gaze as you looked back at him again. ”You left me sticky, remember?”

”You did not seem to mind it a few hours ago,” he snorted, running his hands down your sides. ”You’ve been begging for more…”

”Wasn’t complaining,” you shook your head as Ash kissed one of the faint red marks on your shoulder, brushing the hair away from your neck.

”Good. Glad to hear it,” his fingers combed through the wet strands, pressing one last kiss on your temple. ”Shampoo?”

He reached his hand out, and you gave him the bottle; you’ve never thought that letting someone wash your hair would be so intimate, but it was one of Ashton’s favourite things and whenever he got the chance, he liked to treat you to it, and you loved sharing these moments with him. His fingers started to lightly go through your hair, working the shampoo in with his fingertips, massaging your scalp in the process. He knew just how much pressure to apply while doing so, how to comb through the tangled locks without hurting you – he has done it so many times that even the smallest movement of your head told him if he wasn’t doing it the right way.

”Tilt your head back,” Ash asked softly, and with one hand over your eyes he started to rinse the suds out.

You looked up at him when he finished, and he gave you a smile, slightly angling your head back to do a second round of shampooing. He softly murmured something about the nice little forest trail he found on his morning run and how you could check that out later, but your mind was already somewhere else, lost in your memories. The sound of the water and his fingers on your neck took you back to a time when you were in the exact same situation, and yet, things couldn’t be more different.

It happened weeks ago, when both of you worked until late at night and came back home just a few minutes apart. You were already under the shower, trying to relax your tense muscles and calming down your racing mind after spending half the day in the office; that’s when Ashton stepped into the bathroom, pulling off his shirt and throwing his clothes in the hamper. He said nothing as he joined you, just pushed his head under the water, scrubbing his face and running his fingers through his wet hair. You were both quiet, just getting through your nightly routine, the only sound in the room the running water; then your arm brushed against his, just the smallest touch of your skin.

Ash stopped and looked at you, his gaze curious but soft. You quickly turned back around, not wanting to bother him – you’ve never had trouble with talking about anything, but now even the simplest things were hard to say out loud. You desperately wished that you could gather the courage to finally do something when you felt the first tentative touch on your shoulder. His fingers lightly brushed the hair that escaped your bun away from your neck, then his palms ran up and down your skin, slowly spreading the shower gel as he started washing your back. You let out a quiet sigh as he worked – you missed how he touched you, how he used to take care of you after long days like this. And you missed taking care of him as well.

There was a moment when he stopped, his hands resting on your shoulders, and even through the steam you could feel his breath on your skin. His lips were hovering an inch or two above your neck, so close to just lean forward and press a kiss there. You stood silently, holding your breath as you waited for what was going to happen. But then Ashton pulled back, his fingers slipping from your shoulders as he stepped away from you.

”Do you want me to wash your back for you?” you turned around, trying to catch his gaze, hoping that maybe this time you will be able to open towards the other.

”No, thanks… I’m done,” Ash mumbled a quick reply, declining your offer by already stepping out of the shower, and reaching for his towel.

He left the bathroom in a hurry, leaving you under the cooling water with tears in your eyes and a heart that was ready to finally break. You started to accept the truth of the situation – that maybe you were done for good, and that in the next few weeks one of you will finally say goodbye to the other. There was no need to pretend: your breakup was inevitable, it was just a matter of who was brave enough to take the final step.

Ashton pressed a kiss on your shoulder, his lips following the red love bites up to your neck, nuzzling against the darkest mark he left on your skin. His mouth skimmed against your earlobe, his hot breath snapping you out of your memories. He must have finished washing your hair, and now wanted your attention back to him.

”You’re okay?” Ash asked as he massaged your shoulders, and you couldn’t keep your thoughts and feelings to yourself anymore.

”I hate what we did to ourselves,” you sighed, leaning your forehead against the tiles. ”I hate you. I hate myself.”

”No, you don’t,” he answered without a second thought, his fingers still working on your shoulders, his thumbs gently rubbing your back.

”Yes, I do,” you shook your head, getting frustrated with his calm behaviour; you wanted him to be angry – he should have been angry with you.

”Hmm, prove it.”

With every word he spoke on your skin he leaned forward, pushing his body against your back. You tried to pull away from his warmth and the small kisses he left on your neck, but Ash did not have any of your resistance. His fingers grabbed onto your wet hair, his other hand sliding against your chin to pull you back to him, angling your face towards his as he kissed you roughly. Ashton’s tongue licked into your mouth, pulling you as close as he could from his position behind you. You were dizzy, trying to catch your breath through his kiss and the water beating down on you. His teeth nipped on your bottom lip as he pulled away, his eyes dark and full of fire as he pushed his wet hair back.

”I’m gonna fuck that hate out of you.”

Ash wasn’t scared of your words – he knew exactly what was going through your head, and he did not plan on stopping until he changed your mind. He was well aware of your demons and insecurities, and after what you’ve been through, he wanted to make sure you never question your feelings for each other anymore.

He took a step forward, pushing your body against the tiles, his own weight resting against your back. His teeth sank into your neck, biting you, leaving another mark on your skin as his lips kissed over it, soothing the pain until the next bite came. Ashton’s arms slipped around you to lock you against his chest, his hands gliding up to cup your breasts in his palms, massaging them, his fingers pinching your nipples, making you finally lose it and let out a moan. You could feel his lips forming a smile against your skin as he kissed the latest mark he left on your shoulder.

”Do you still hate me?” he asked with amusement, biting your earlobe and tweaking your nipples with his thumbs.

”So much…” you groaned, trying not to whine as he teased you.

”Good thing I’m just getting started,” he chuckled, slipping his hands down to your hips.

His fingers found their place and pushed against the bruises he left on your skin when he fucked you a few hours ago. His touch made you whimper, and with that he attached his lips to the back of your neck, making it clear that he won’t stop marking you until you felt like completely his again. You pushed your face against your arm, trying to muffle the moans Ash pulled out of you, his teeth working on your neck, his fingers grabbing and squeezing your hips and ass.

Ashton’s lips slowly slid over your back, kissing along your spine, following the water drops running down your skin. His hand slipped between your legs, his fingertips rubbing against your already wet lips, lightly teasing them over your swollen clit. You rested your cheek against the tiles, trying to keep yourself up on your feet as he circled your entrance, pushing one long finger inside you, only to pull it out and quickly thrust two back, preparing you for what you both knew was coming.

Then a moment later he stopped, pulling away from you to grab onto your hips again, and spinning you around to face him. One of his hands caught both your wrists to hold them behind your back, making you unable to pull him closer or push him away. Even you weren’t sure which one you wanted to do more. His other hand rested on the inside of your thigh, spreading your legs as he kissed your stomach, his teeth and lips going lower to lightly nip on the skin of your hips, leaving another set of love bites all over you.

He kneeled in front of you, dark hair wet and sticking to his forehead as he looked up at you, eyes hungry and dark as he licked over your slit, his tongue flicking against your clit. You whimpered at the first touch, bit your bottom lip at the second, then gave up all resistance by the third, letting Ashton have his way with you. His lips and tongue worked against your pussy lips as he slipped his fingers back, stretching you and stroking them against your sensitive spot, making you quiver. His tongue rubbed against your clit, sucking on it whenever you moaned his name, pushing you towards an orgasm that you could never reach – he knew you too well, he knew your body and when to stop his teasing to keep you on the edge. You let out a frustrated cry, and Ashton stopped his ministrations, standing up and again pushing his body against yours.

”Still hate me?” he panted in your ear as he pushed his hard cock against you.

”I hate you,” you slipped your hands up on his shoulder to grab onto him, leaving small nail marks on his skin. ”So fucking much.”

Ash leaned down to seal his lips against yours, his kiss full of teeth and rough bites as he caught your hand again, pulling it to his hard on and wrapping your fingers around it. You started to run your hand up and down his shaft, stroking his cock as his fingers slipped back between your legs to rub your clit again, switching between soft brushes and hard circles. You moaned into his mouth, and he pulled away to kiss the spot behind your jaw, licking a line up to your ear.

“Tell me what you want,” he pushed his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes. ”What you need. Tell me.”

”Fuck it, Ashton,” you swallowed down another whine as his fingertips pressed against a sensitive spot, making your knees buckle.

”I’ve thought you’re gonna say fuck me,” he smirked, pressing his lips to the corner of your mouth, slightly brushing your lips.

”Well then, fuck me,” you searched for his gaze as he looked back at you, the intent to do so clear in his eyes.

You didn’t need to ask him twice – his hands quickly pulled yours over his shoulders, then found their place back on your ass. In a second you felt how his strong arms lifted you up, shoving your back against the tiles to keep you there as he lined up his cock with your entrance, pushing his full length into you with one thrust. He didn’t wait for you to say anything, you were well past that – Ash just started pounding into you like it was his job.

He pushed his face against yours, moaning in your ear as he fucked you against the wall, his pace fast and tireless. You pulled back to push the hair out of his face, grabbing onto the back of his head to kiss him full on the lips. His forehead and nose pressed against yours as you got lost in each other, trying to breathe through the water still running all over you, your moans, kisses, and the words stuck in your mouths.

”Tell me you hate me,” Ashton sucked on your neck, his teeth and lips working on the hickey already painting your skin. ”Come on, say it!”

”I hate you Ashton,” your fingers dug into his biceps as his hips rocked against you, the push and pull of his cock making your whole body shake. ”I hate you, Ash, I hate you!”

”Say it like you mean it,” he groaned, picking up the pace and thrusting even harder into you. ”Because I don’t believe you! You love me, and I love you. So prove it. Say it, tell me you hate me!”

”I hate you, I hate you, I ha–” you choked against Ashton’s neck as your orgasm rushed through you, your walls clenching around his cock as he fucked you through it.

Ash didn’t stop, he still moved inside you, but pushed his lips to yours in a kiss, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, grabbing onto him. He mumbled something against your lips as his whole body tensed, then he came with a deep moan, his cock pulsing inside you as he climaxed.

He was still holding you up against the wall as he pushed his face to yours, nose nudging against your cheek as he panted against your skin. Both of your hair was sticking to your foreheads, the water beating down on you slowly cooling. You could feel hot tears running down your face and you buried them against his neck, swallowing down your sobs.

”Don’t cry,” Ashton ran his hand over your back, his whisper soft and loving against your ear.

”I’m not crying,” you shook your head, your voice quiet.

”I’ll let you pretend this once,” he chuckled lightly, kissing the side of your face. ”It’s just the water, I know.”

You let out a teary laugh, and he kissed you again, then slowly slipped out of you to put you down. His arm wrapped around you to keep you upright, his thumb stroking your cheek until you finally looked up at him. His fingers brushed away the water and tears from under your eyes, and he let you once again push the hair back from his forehead. He pressed his lips against your wrist, then looked back at you.

”Do you still hate me?” he asked finally.

”No, I don’t,” you breathed. ”I love you.”

”What about yourself?” he continued, and you bit your lip.

”Ash…” you started to blink back your tears, but he just shook his head.

”I’m not gonna let you hate the person I love the most,” he leaned forward, running his thumb over your lip, gently pulling it away from your teeth. ”And if you can’t love yourself, I’m just gonna love you twice as much until you get there.”

He pulled you closer to his chest, angling your head up to kiss you. It was slow and sweet, the press of his lips on yours soothing after all the bruising kisses he gave you. Ashton let you rest your head on his shoulder; his fingers ran over your hair and back, lightly caressing you until he felt like you finally calmed down. Finally, he kissed your forehead, squeezing you against his body.

”I promise you.”

Ash was all soft touches and caresses as he washed you, leaving small kisses wherever he could. The water finally ran cold, and he quickly turned off the tap, reaching for a towel to quickly dry himself and tie it around his waist. Then he took the other one and started to slowly rub it over you, following the water drops, kissing away the ones still clinging to your skin. He took his time to press soothing kisses all over the bruises he left on you, nuzzling the purple marks on your hips, the new hickey slowly forming on your lower stomach, the red love bites on your neck. When he felt like he gave you all the healing love that he could, he wrapped you in a robe and pulled you into his arms, rubbing his nose against yours with a smile, and pressing one more kiss on your lips.

”Do you think some cuddles would make you feel better?” Ashton asked, pushing a lock of hair behind your ear.

”You’re already making me feel better,” you ran your hand over his, then pulled it closer, pressing your lips against his palm. ”Ash, I’m sorry for everything I’ve said.”

”You were being honest. Something we haven’t done for a long time,” he caressed your cheek, and you melted against his touch. ”But I really wish you would see yourself the way I do.”

”Which is…?” you looked at him curiously.

”Irresistible. Irreplaceable,” Ash answered, and you felt your mouth twitch into a smile.

”Irritating?”

”Definitely,” he snorted out a laugh, kissing your forehead. ”But I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

Not caring that you were still in the middle of the bathroom, you cuddled up to his chest, wanting to be wrapped up in his love and embrace, and Ashton did not resist it. He locked you in his arms, lightly pulling your head against his heart, the steady beating music to your ears.

”I love you, my moon,” you mumbled quietly, eyes closed and arms resting around his waist. ”More than you could ever know.”

”Still impossible, little sunshine,” he kissed the top of your head. ”Because I love you more.”

part 1 // part 2 // part 3 // part 4 // part 5 // part 6 // part 7 // part 8 // story tag.

[ghostofviperwrites]

His Mask

Requested by @littlemissvillanous

Another inspired by @laziestgirlintheworld

Pairing:  El Desperado/FC

Category:   Smut

Word Count: 1506

Warnings:  Angry Desperado.  Mentions of punishment.  Masturbation. 

40. “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

Hell had nothing on working for Suzuki Gun.  Right now you would gladly trade places.  You would much rather be burning in a lake of fire than completing one more ridiculous task for these assholes.  At least you had the next two days off.  That’s what you kept telling yourself.  Two days without having to answer a drunken phone call from Kanemaru.  Two days without Minoru barking orders at you. Two days without having to pretend you that you didn’t want to fuck El Desperado’s brains out.   Slapping your palm on your forehead you immediately chastised yourself for the unwelcome thought.  You weren’t thinking about that. 

You would have to slake your lust somewhere outside of the company.   That’s all your attraction to him was. Pure animalistic lust.  You couldn’t stand him, but you wanted to fuck him.  And you weren’t about to cross that line.   There were plenty of other men who didn’t work for New Japan that you could find to get your rocks off.  There was no need to be obsessing over the masked man of Suzuki Gun.  Or how sexy he looked in that damn mask.  Or how you imagined him taking you from behind wearing that mask.  

Your not so work appropriate thoughts were scattered when the locker room door banged open, crashing into the wall behind it as the rambunctious group herded in.   Lance Archer and Davey immediately took up occupancy at the card table ready to resume their game from earlier.   Taka hit the couch, pulling a pillow over his head and turning on his side to the face the back.   El Desperado and Kanemaru entered last cracking jokes about ripping Bushi’s mask from him as they slumped into their own seats.  Jumping to your feet you hurried over to the cooler where beer was waiting on ice.   Grabbing a few cans you distributed to them all except Taka who simply wanted to take a quick nap after a match.   It always amazed you that he could pass right out in this loud atmosphere, but every time he was snoring within minutes.  

Settling back in your seat you pulled out your phone counting down the time until you could get out of here and enjoy your days off away for these jerks.  You were glad only half of them were still here.  The rest had already finished their matches and taken off to prepare for the night out.   You would be long gone by then.  As soon as these guys finished their beers they would head out and you could figure out what you were doing for the evening.  Part of you wanted to go home and get in your cozy bed and sleep for the next two days.  The other part knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep until you found some way to scratch this itch you had for Desperado.  

Not paying attention you were startled when El Desperado’s mask was thrown in your lap.

“That idiot Hiromu ripped my mask.”  He said gruffly.  “Get it fixed and returned to me by tomorrow night.”  

“But I’m off tomorrow night.”  You argued getting a chill as he fixed you with his piercing blue eyes.

“If that mask is not back in my hands tomorrow night you’re going to be in a world of trouble. Do you understand me?”  Desperado asked.  You reluctantly nodded, taking the mask and putting it in your purse while pulling up a search engine on your phone to find a place that could fix the damn mask.  Unfortunately your options were rather limited given the unreasonable time frame Desperado had saddled you with.  You found one place that said they could fix it and have it ready for pick up by dinner time tomorrow.  If you could get it there before they closed in an hour.  

Quickly gathering your belongings you rushed from the locker room giving Desperado one last dirty look on your way out.  By the time you dropped off the mask, fought through traffic and ate dinner you were over the idea of going out.  You just wanted to veg out in your hotel room with a bottle of wine and a crappy made for TV movie.  

Your hopes for a good night’s sleep were dashed as soon as you fell asleep and dreams of Desperado haunted you.   You lost count of how many times you woke a sweaty achy mess, panting from an erotic dream.  Before sunrise you gave up on sleep rolling from the bed and into a hot shower hoping to steam away all thoughts of that masked asshole.

Heading out for a nice breakfast you enjoyed the leisurely meal you so rarely got to enjoy with Suzuki Gun.  After your meal you headed out for some much needed retail therapy.   It was only after you stupidly blew through your entire paycheck that you got some much needed good news:  Desperado’s mask was ready early. With a spring in your step you rushed to your car.  The sooner you could hand the mask off to him and be done with your duty the better. 

Of course it wasn’t that easy as Desperado brusquely informed you he wasn’t available to drop his mask off to for the moment and you were to hang onto it.  He left you fuming as he told you he would let you know when he was ready for you to bring it to him.  

“Asshole.”  You muttered shoving your phone back into your purse.  Mood ruined you headed back to the hotel with that damn mask thrown on the passenger’s seat.   You knew exactly what he was too busy doing.  You had heard the loud laughter and squealing girls through his phone.   He really couldn’t take ten minutes from his partying to grab the mask from you? 

Slamming your hotel room door you threw the stupid mask on your bed and paced angrily

“Stupid Desperado with stupid mask and his stupid handsome face with his stupid muscles and his stupid gorgeous hair.” You muttered.   Your pacing slowed as flashes of your dreams from the night before hit you.  Images of a post-match sweaty and shirtless Desperado crouching over you.   Of your legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust into you.   With a frustrated groan you threw yourself down on the bed glaring balefully at the mask lying next to you.  Why did he have to look so fucking sexy in the damn thing?  It was just a stupid mask.   A stupid sexy mask. 

Knowing there was only one way you were going to get him out of your head you rose from the bed and stripped before laying back down.  Eyes closing your hands moved down your body brushing over your breasts and over your hips.   You imagined Desperado’s thick fingers in your folds your own slender fingers pushed into your slick heat.   Pumping your fingers quickly your breaths became heavy as you played with your nipples tugging them into hardened peaks.   Pushing three fingers inside your pussy, the hand at your breasts flew to the side landing on Desperado’s mask.   Your eyes flew open, fingers pumping as you picked up the mask and looked at it.  Lust overrode common sense, the thought of the mask covering your face making you pulse around your fingers.  Before you thought better of it you pulled the mask over your head, the sensation immediately making you moan, fingers burying themselves deep into your pussy as you arched off the bed. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Desperado’s furious voice had your hand jerking from between your legs, desperately pulling at the bedspread to cover your body.   “Take off my fucking mask now.”  He spat.

“What?”  You asked, the pounding in your ears and panic making it hard to concentrate.

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.” Desperado said.   You scrambled to remove the mask handing it to him with shaking hands.  Your retreat was stopped as he grabbed your wrists pulling you to kneel before him on the edge of the bed.  “I entrust my mask to you, and I have to walk in on your masturbating with it?”  He growled.   

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think.” You tried to explain.  “How did you even get in here?” 

“That doesn’t matter.”  He said angrily.  “What matters is you defiling my property.”  He looked at you with derision.  “I knew you were lusting after me.  Never imagined this is what you do in your spare time.”  

“I don’t.”  You said only to get cut off once again, this time his fist moving to grab your hair. 

“Shut up.  I don’t want to hear a fucking word from you.”  Desperado said.   “I’m gonna hurt you so fucking good.” Pulling you up level to his face he bit down on your earlobe making you yelp as you wondered just what he had in store for you.

[kyungsoopilates]

Pens and Needles| 1

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Nurse!Reader

Rating: Fluff for now..

Word count: 2,174

A/N: a *cholecystectomy is a surgical procedure where they remove your gallbladder.

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You’re awoken from your peaceful sleep by the sound of your annoying alarm clock. You groan, reaching your over to snatch your phone from your bedside table. The time in the screen reads a dreadful 4:01am. You sigh. Another long day ahead. You manage to pray yourself from your bed, slinging your feet around to the side and slipping them into your slippers. You make your way to the bathroom, yawning and stretching your tired limbs as you go. Once inside you turn the shower on, watching the water stream from the shower’s head. You peel off your clothing as steam begins to fill the room. You hop in under the warm steady stream eager to have the hot water relax soothe your muscles.

After a long steamy shower the rest of your morning routine goes by in a blur. After getting dressed and applying minimal makeup, you take your hair out of your bedtime braids and comb through the tangled coils with your fingers. Decent enough. You finish up in the bathroom and make your way into your living room, grabbing your bag, keys, and a jacket. You exit your apartment and make your way down the cozy little hallway to the building's stairwell. Might as well get these tired bones moving. Your apartment complex isn’t huge, but you live comfortably in a decent part of the city near the hospital at which you work as a nurse.

You see your next-door neighbor, Mr. Park, lingering by the front door of the lobby. He’s a nice old man who owns a popular coffee shop down the street. He often walks with you on your way to work, as you always pass his shop. He regularly gives you a drink to take with you. The first few times, you offered to pay him for the coffee, but he simply declined, telling you that as a friendly neighbor you were welcome to come by anytime for a cup. On the house.

You walk down the street side-by-side taking in your surroundings. Without the presence of the sun, the air is cool and still. You round the street corner; the coffee shop sits at the end of the upcoming block. It’s a cozy little place. Not very big, but what it lacks in size, it makes up for in atmosphere. You can see why so many people go there. It’s homely and warm; if you didn’t work as much as you did you’d probably spend a lot of time there just for the sake of it.

You come to a stop in front of the shop, you glance briefly at the sign, “The Roasted Bean”, it reads and wait patiently for Mr. Park to unlock the front door. He gives the door a light shove and steps inside. You follow behind him, walking up to a table closest to the counter, and set your bag on the ground as you seat yourself in the chair behind it. Mr. Park busies himself with making your usual cup of coffee while you check your phone for any emails and other notifications. The time reads 5:15. Perfect. You check the email you had received last week containing the information about today's upcoming patient. The head nurse assigned you a special patient for the next two weeks. They were set to have a cholecystectomy* today and would remain under your care until safe for them to return to their usual schedule. You definitely didn’t expect to be assigned to an idol, and you especially didn’t expect to be assigned to one of your favorite idols. Do Kyungsoo. You had been trying to scour through your brain for where exactly you qualified for this kind of patient in particular. However, you were one of the best nurses on your floor; people admired you for your maturity and compassion. Making you someone who patients requested often. You took your time with your all of your patients; you always made sure they had everything they needed and then some. You checked in on them more frequently than any of the other nurses did, you even bathed them on a regular, as many patients that you had were older folk. Maybe it shouldn’t come as a surprise that EXO’s manager had requested you specifically or rather, asked your Head Nurse who was most fit to care for one of his members. You were a tad bit nervous, not so much because of it being EXO’s D.O, but more so concerned about making sure you did everything to his liking. You’d also be lying if you said you weren’t a little nervous for him to be having such a painful surgery. Having experienced the whole ordeal yourself just a couple years prior, you had a fairly good idea of what he was in for.

Standing from your seat, you thanked Mr. Park for the coffee as you made your through the front door, stepping back into the cool morning. The hospital was only another 10-minute walk or so from here, and your shift didn’t start officially until 5:45. You walked at a leisurely pace down the block, sipping your coffee as you went. The steamy beverage warmed you nicely in the cool atmosphere. You continued your steady pace watching as the streets started to fill, littered with people making their morning commute. As you closed in on the hospital, you watch the sky change from its deep blue to splashes of brighter colors as the sun began peeking out over the horizon. You were just beginning to feel the soft warmth of its appearing presence, as you found yourself now stepping through the automatic doors of the hospital entrance.

You waved to Hani, a older woman, who sat at the reception desk and made your way over to the first-floor elevator. You pressed the up button and finished off the last of your coffee, tossing it into the nearest bin. The doors to the elevator parted and you stepped in, pressing the number two on the keypad. You dug your hand into the front pocket of your scrub bottoms, retrieving your ID lanyard and placing it around your neck. The elevator came to a stop on the second floor. You step out quickly, making your way down the narrow hall to the nurses’ station. You spot Soya, your boss, and head nurse, sitting at her desk. You walk over to her, seating yourself on the edge of her desk.

Y/N! Right on time. As usual," she smiles. Soya has always had a soft spot for you. Since you started here a little under two years ago, she had taken you under her wing and helped you move from being a nurse's assistant, who occasionally filled in when all the other nurses were busy, to a full-time nurse. She loved your enthusiasm and passion for taking care of people. Leading you to your biggest assignment yet. 

“Always. So big day today I guess..” you trail off, fidgeting with a loose string on your top. You didn’t want her to see how nervous you were.

“For you or for your patient?” She lifted an eyebrow questioningly, chuckling softly.

“For the patient, obviously, he’s the one having surgery. Not me” you let out a deep sigh. “It’s fine, I’m totally fine. I’m not worried at all. Everything will go smoothly. I not even nervous.” Her expression softens.

“There’s no need to be nervous, Y/N, this is nothing you haven’t already done, like a hundred times. Just treat him the way you treat all your other patients. There’s no extra pressure just because he's a celebrity.” She stands from her desk, walking around it to drape her arm around my shoulder. She leans in slightly to whisper near my ear, “You are the best nurse on this floor. This new patient? This new young, strapping, handsome patient? He is going to adore you, Y/N. I’m calling it right now. In fact, I ought to start placing bets with the other nurses, make a little extra cash, you know?” She wiggles her eyebrows at you, grinning mischievously.

“Now why would you of all people need extra cash? You are literally the Head Nurse. I’m pretty sure you make double our pay.” You squint your eyes at her accusingly.

She places her hand over her heart, feigning hurt. 

“Me, making more money than you? The world’s best nurse? How could you even say something like that?” She gasps dramatically, releasing her arm from around you.

You roll your eyes at her antics. Thanks to Soya, you feel a lot more at ease about your newest patient. It’s less than an hour now until he's set to arrive for surgical prep.

You spend the next 15 minutes setting up a room on the 5th floor where your patient would be spending the next two weeks. You fixed up his bed, making sure he had enough blankets to keep warm, and pillows to ensure his comfort; as this was an abdominal surgery he would have to sleep on his back for awhile post procedure. Stocking the room’s drawers with extra disinfecting and bandaging supplies, you finished up and made your back downstairs to the surgical station to see if Kyungsoo had been checked in.

“Y/N!”

You turned around, only to be greeted by Tiffany. Tiffany was another nurse that you had worked with for quite some time. Although she was less serious about her work, and often tried to pull you from yours, she was still an okay girl.

”There you are, I’ve been looking for you. Your special patient is in the waiting room. Reception just checked him in.” she winked, giving me a suggestive look.

”Ew, please don’t look at me like that. And definitely don’t come anywhere near me once I call him back. I don’t need you embarrassing me.” you scold her.

”Oh come on, aren’t you at least gonna introduce me. I mean he’s such a cutie!”

”Goodbye, Tiffany.” You leave her behind making your way towards the door leading to the waiting room.

You take a deep breath and open the door, scanning your eyes across the nearly vacant lobby. You spot a man in glasses, hunched over his phone towards the back. A small black suitcase sits in the chair beside him. You walk over in his direction. Given by the amount of older people in the room, you can confidently assume this is your 26 year old patient.

”Do Kyungsoo?” he startles slightly glancing up from his phone . You offer him a gently smile.

“We’re ready for you.”

“O-okay.” He tucks his phone away into his back pocket, grabbing his suitcase and standing from his seat. You walk ahead of him, leading the way back to the door you had entered from. You open the door, allowing him to walk through first.

“If I could just have you step onto this scale to record your weight.” You gesture in front of you both to a scale that sits off to the side of the wide hallway. You remove a notepad from your scrub pocket, readying yourself. He steps onto the scale quickly, and you note the number that pops up on the little display.

“Perfect, you can step down now. Do you happen know what your height is?”

“About 5’8.” You scribble 5’8 down, making a mental note to convert that to inches when you go to enter the information into the computer later.

“Alrighty, you can follow me and we’ll go on in to your room where i’ll get you all prepped and ready.” You lead him further down the hall, counting the numbers listed by the doors as go. You make a right, turning into the hallway leading to rooms 15-30.

“Alright, here we are,” you stop in front of room number 19, pulling aside the curtain and stepping into the room. Kyungsoo follows behind you, glancing around at the various equipment and devices. “This will be the room that I get you all prepped and ready in. And then after your surgery instead of coming back here you’ll go up to the fifth floor, which is where you’ll stay for the duration of your time here.” You explain. He nods, setting his suitcase on one of the chairs.

You make your way over to the computer, signing yourself in, you begin inputting the information you wrote down early. You temporarily switch the computer back off turning to face Kyungsoo.

“So, first I’m going to let you get undressed and changed into this gown here,” You gesture to the folded gown lying on the bed. “While I go and grab a few things, okay?”

“Do I take everything off?” He asks sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Yep. Everything off, underwear included.” You walk back through the door way grabbing the curtain. And when you’re done you can just pull this curtain back so that I know you’re ready.” You pull the curtain, allowing him the privacy he needs to undress.

[timehealsfanfictionbka]

Time Heals.....Chapter Nineteen

“Robyn!”

Robyn rolled her eyes as she grabbed the pan out of the oven. Setting it on top of the stove, she removed her oven mitts and went into her living room. Chris was propped up on her couch with Erin and Erica sitting on either side of him.

“Which one of you opened the door?” Robyn asked.

“We didn’t open it, Mommy. Daddy had his key,” Erica said.

Chris raised up his hand and dangled a keychain with two keys in the air, “you forgot?”

“I gave you those for emergencies.”

“You were taking too long to answer the door, what if you were injured?”

“You get on my nerves, I swear.”

Chris smiled brightly, “what you been up to?”

“Work. Why are you here?”

“I wanted to see my girls. I got some good news that I wanted to celebrate.”

“Really? What’s up?”

“I got a promotion.”

“Already?”

“Yup. One of the purchasing managers is retiring and they needed someone who was already familiar to take over her position and they recommended me.”

“Wow! That is awesome.”

“Yay Daddy!” Erin and Erica exclaimed as they hugged Chris.

“So I was wondering if I could take y’all out for dinner.”

“Please? Can we go, Mommy?”

Robyn sighed, “I wish you would’ve called first. I just finished cooking.”

“Oh we can eat th-”

“Nah, it’s fine. It can be put up until tomorrow. Girls, go get dressed so you can go to dinner with your Dad.”

Erin and Erica kissed Chris then ran from the room. Chris patted the seat next to him and Robyn sat down, “you look upset. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Just tired. How long y’all gonna be out?”

“Y’all? You’re going with us.”

“Uh no, I’m not.”

“I said girls.”

“I am not a girl.”

Chris scoffed, “I didn’t know men could have children.”

Robyn glared at him, “you know what I meant, Chris. Besides this is about you.”

“And you’re my best friend so you are coming to celebrate with us.”

“Chris.”

“Don’t Chris me. I’m not taking no for an answer and I will carry your ass out of this house if you play games with me.”

Robyn rolled her eyes, “you really do make me sick.”

Chris chuckled, “are you gonna get dressed?”

“I’m wearing this.”

Chris rolled his eyes, “you are so stubborn.”

“You know better than to think you can order me around and I’ll listen. Boy please,” Robyn rolled her eyes as she adjusted her shirt, “where we going?”

“Antoine’s”

“That’s so expensive though.”

“So? I wanna treat y’all.”

“Whatever. It’s your money.”

“Exactly.”

A few moments before the twins came downstairs. They ran over to Chris as he stood up and held out his hands.

“Come on Mommy,” Erin said.

Robyn grabbed her phone and walked over to the three of them, “You got lucky this time, Christopher.”

Chris smiled brightly, his dimples in his cheeks, “you love me.”

Robyn lightly brushed by him, nudging his shoulder, “let’s get this over with then.”

“Daddy, is Mommy ok?” Erica asked.

“Yes, she just likes being difficult, that’s all.”

“That’s what she says about you,” Erin interjected.

Chris laughed and guided the girls out the front door to his car. Robyn sighed as she unlocked her front door. Erin, Erica, and Chris trailed behind her, animatedly chatting about something. Her brow raised as she suddenly felt like everybody was staring at her. Chris had a smirk on his face as Erin and Erica smiled hard at her.

“What is it now?”

“Mommy, can we have a sleepover with Daddy?” Erin asked.

“Sure. You can go back to his house.”

“No, we want him to sleep over here.”

“Here where?”

“Our house, Mommy. He never gets to stay over.”

“Please Mommy, it’s Saturday so we don’t have school or nothing tomorrow,” Erica pleaded.

“That’s what y’all been whispering about this whole time?”

The Twins nodded as Robyn turned her attention to Chris. He raised his hands in protest, “they came up with the idea. I told them they have to ask you. This isn’t my house.”

Robyn turned back to her children. Their faces with a soft pout expression, Robyn sighed.

“Fine. You can have a sleepover here but it’ll have to be down here, I got work to do.” “Ok, Mommy. Thank you,” Erin and Erica said as they ran over to hug her. She bent down to kiss their foreheads, “go shower and get ready for bed. I’ll get the living room ready.”

They ran upstairs without a word and Robyn turned back to Chris. He leaned the wall near the front door with a smile on his face.

“You really think you got one over on me, don’t you?”

“Nope. And don’t frown, it’ll give you wrinkles.”

Robyn groaned and threw a couch pillow at him. Chris caught it easily with one hand, “you so mean, Bajan Girl. You staying down here with us?”

“No. I don’t wanna have a sleepover with you. Just move the coffee table, the couch folds out into a bed. I’ve had enough of you for the day. Good night.”

“See you in the morning.”

“Don’t remind me.”

Chris’s loud laughter followed Robyn up the stairs until she made it to her bedroom and closed the door. Chris tossed and turned as he became restless. Carefully extracting himself from the sleeping twins, he climbed out of the bed. The girls had fallen asleep about an hour into their sleepover but sleep was evading him heavily. He listened closely and heard voices upstairs. Robyn never slept with the TV on so she was probably awake. Adjusting his pajamas, he quietly walked up the stairs to the second floor of the house. Seeing light underneath the first door he came to, he knocked softly. He waited a few moments before the door was swung open.

“Ye- Chris! What are you doing up here?” Robyn said as she crossed her arms over the front of her body. 

Chris raised his brow, “Can’t sleep.” 

He leisurely took in her legs uncovered by the shorts she was wearing. She had on a matching tank top and if he remembered correctly, she never wore a bra which is probably why she covered herself so fast.

“Ok, you can’t sleep. That doesn’t explain why you’re knocking on my door.”

“What you doing?” Chris asked as he tried to peek over her shoulder into her room. Robyn moved to lean against the doorway and block his view, “why you wanna know?”

“I’m bored.”

“That’s not my problem. Go downstairs.”

“Nah.”

Chris pushed open her door more and walked inside. Shock caused Robyn to freeze for a moment.

“Uh excuse me, Mr. Brown. I did not invite you into my bedroom,” Robyn said as she gained her composure and grabbed her robe off the back of her bedroom door.

“Stop acting all funny. Keep me company.”

“I don’t want to besides how you know I wasn’t about to go sleep.”

“You never sleep with the TV on.”

“How you know? You haven’t been in a bedroom with me in 8 years.”

“You haven’t changed that much, Ms. Fenty.”

Chris started to wander around her room, “no pictures of your husband?”

“This wasn’t our marital room. I turned that into a storage room the year after he died. I moved into this room because it was closer to the Twins bedroom.”

“Smart.”

“Chris, seriously. What do you want?”

“Company. I can’t sleep and you’re awake.”

“That doesn’t mean you just invite yourself into my bedroom.”

“Stop acting all prudish. We used to sleep in the same room all the time.”

“That was then. This is now.”

“Best friend.”

Robyn watched as he walked around her room, lightly touching all her pictures and furniture. Something was up.

“Chris, sit down,” Robyn said softly as she pointed at an armchair located across from her bed. She wrapped her robe tighter around her then sat down on her bed with her legs folded beneath her. Chris sat down and leaned down on his hands, “what’s up?”

“You tell me. You acting weird.” “What you mean?”

“All the times you’ve been over here, never have they ever mentioned wanting you to sleep over. What’s going on?”

“Noth-“

“Chris,” Robyn interrupted.

Chris sighed, “I didn’t want to go home. Didn’t feel like being alone.”

“You could’ve taken them for the weekend.”

“Not the same.”

Robyn paused to think for a minute, “You talk to Tiana?”

“Not since last week.”

“Oh.”

“I really don’t want to talk about her.”

“So what do you want to do?”

Chris shrugged, “don’t know. Just don’t want to be by myself.”

“This happen often?”

“What? Not being able to sleep?”

Robyn nodded.

“More often than I would like but hey, not much I can do.”

“You sure? You tell your therapist?”

“She gave me some insomnia pills. I don’t like how they make me feel.”

“VA, you gotta sleep.”

“I do sleep just not a lot.”

“Amounts to the same thing.”

“I guess.”

“So what is being up here supposed to do?”

“I don’t know.”

“Come here,” Robyn patted the spot next to her on the bed. Chris moved to sit next to her and leaned his head on her shoulder. Robyn wrapped her arm around him, “we are not gonna make this a habit.”

“What?”

“This being sad shit and me having to be all comforting. I don’t like it.”

Chris laughed, “you really hate being nice, don’t you?”

“No but you know what I mean.”

“I got you.”

Chris kissed her cheek, “I love you.”

“I know.”                                                ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Robyn yawned and opened her eyes to look directly into Chris’s face. She shrieked as she pushed herself back. Chris caught her hand before she could go over the edge of the bed, “what’s wrong?”

“Why are you in my bed?”

“We were talking and fell asleep. You don’t remember?”

Robyn stopped to think and the night came back to her in pieces. She looked down at herself and realized she was still fully dressed and wrapped in her robe. Chris sat up and Robyn raised her brow at him being shirtless, “umm Chris…”

“What?”

Robyn pointed at his chest and he looked down then chuckled, “I got hot and took it off. Nothing happened. Relax.”

“You gotta get out of here.”

“Why are you freaking out?”

“Because you not supposed to be up here. I do not want the girls to come up here and get the wrong idea.”

“Idea like what? I’m married.”

“Ex-fucking-actly. Chris, get out.”

Chris chuckled, “want me to start breakfast?”

“Don’t care. Just get out of my room.”

Chris pulled his shirt over his head, “See you downstairs, Bajan Girl. Good morning by the way.”

Robyn groaned and fell back against her bed with her hands over her face.

[omyeol]

in your arms | pcy

There were a few things that you did to heal yourself after a long, tiring day at work. Sometimes you liked to go swimming—there’s nothing more healing than being underwater where you could only feel and hear your own heartbeat. But sometimes, it’s as simple as listening to a playlist full of your favorite slow songs in your room with your eyes shut, letting the music fill in the silence. Other times when you’re lucky and time was on your side, you could just curl up in bed with your boyfriend’s arms wrapped around you—this didn’t happen a lot, but when it did, you felt like the luckiest person in the world.

On a particular hot summer day, though, you hit a jackpot.

Throughout the day, you didn’t feel like yourself. The day seemed to pass slowly to you—although you were sure you could blame the meeting that seemed to go on and on. It didn’t help that one of the juniors had messed up the mock-up design—you invested lots of time in it—that you made. To make it worse, you were still uneasy and a little bit scared sometimes because of the news that got out a month ago—the dating news between you and Chanyeol.

The news came out exactly two months after your first anniversary. It had been rough on both of you until it came to the point where Chanyeol avoided using his personal social media for a little while and you avoided looking at your phone unless you really had to. You remembered how the both of you didn’t leave the apartment for a few days—you even managed to skip work and call in sick for a few days—and how nerve-wracking it was when you finally found the courage to leave the apartment.

It had been a month and though it got a little bit easier each day, but sometimes when you had a hard day, it was easy to let the worries you had pushed to the back of your mind forward again. The next thing you knew, you weren’t only thinking about work but also the disaster that happened that day, and you were in much worse mood.

And as if your boyfriend could read your mind, Chanyeol texted you during lunch, and although it was simple and short, it’s amazing how it could lift up your mood a little bit.

Wanna hit the gym after work?

Sureee. But I need to get my swimsuit first

I’ll get it for you

Also I’ll pick you up from the office

You’re the best! <3

Anything for you my love~~

After getting those texts, you managed to go through the day without taking a moment to collect yourself in the bathroom. You managed to pull through and finish what you should finish with minimal mistakes—it also helped that no one bothered you as if they could sense your bad mood from far away. Counting to the time where you could finally leave, you held back from jumping out of joy when it was finally time to leave. There’s a change in your mood—that your coworkers didn’t fail to notice—and you felt so relieved when you saw Chanyeol’s car in the parking lot.

“Hello, hello,” he greeted cheerfully as you slid into his car. Letting out a sigh of relief, you cracked what seemed to be the first smile of the day and looked at your boyfriend fondly. “What’s with that look, hmm?” You just shook your head.

“Nothing,” you breathed out. “Just grateful that you’re here. I just had the longest day at work.” With a smile, Chanyeol leaned over closer to you and pressed a kiss on your forehead. Relishing on the feeling of his lips against your skin, you felt a little bit calmer.

“I’m glad to be here too,” he murmured as he pulled back, flashing you his adorable smile. “Ready to go?” Nodding at his question, Chanyeol started the car and pulled the car back from the parking lot.

This didn’t happen often—Chanyeol picking you up from work and you both going to the gym together. Usually he would meet you there and you both would go home together, stopping to buy food or groceries along the way. Ever since the news broke out, you opted to work out at home—in front of the TV with some workout videos from YouTube—and only went swimming once a week, when usually you could go at least twice a week.

Even though the gym you both went to was private—since it’s owned by a celebrity, too—you couldn’t help but still feel uneasy about it. That was why Chanyeol liked to stay close to you whenever you both were out. There was a silent agreement between you two to company each other during workout so no one would feel left out or uneasy. You hated going on treadmills, but you did it anyway while you waited for Chanyeol to finish his workout routine, and after that he would return the favor by swimming with you—not exactly swimming, but he liked to stay on the side and cheer on you as you swam. Sometimes he would play music from his phone and give you a kiss once you finished swimming a lap, or he would leisurely swim besides you and spark a random question to take your mind off things.

“Babe,” Chanyeol called out from beside you where he sat on the edge of the pool, his feet kicking in the water and his hand fiddling with his phone, and you just hummed. “Have you seen penguin sleep?”

“Kyungsoo?” Your boyfriend let out a loud laugh that echoed in the room, you were glad you could make him laugh. “No, no, why do you ask?”

“Just curious,” he mumbled and you let him be for a moment. “Want to watch the video with me?”

“What video?”

“Video of penguin sleeping.” Chanyeol could be so random, sometimes you forgot about it. With a laugh, you shook your head and placed your hand on his knee, squeezing it softly.

“I’m gonna do a few more laps and we can head out, okay?”  

The two of you finally headed out after what seemed like an hour. Chanyeol had accompanied you to the shower—no, not like that—and waited outside, ready to pass you the towel and clean clothes when you’re done. He also made your shower more entertaining with his impromptu singing and his tales from his dance practice, and it caused you to take longer shower because he made you laugh and when you laughed you couldn’t do nothing but lean on the wall and try to not slip and split your head open.

“Are you two fucking in the shower or what? That was a long ass shower.” You didn’t know when Baekhyun arrived at the gym, but you were glad that you only saw him when you both were about to leave.

“Fuck off, Byun. We’re not like that,” you spoke, rolling your eyes at his accusation.

“Mmhm, yeah, right, like I’d believe that.”  

“Shut up, Baek. We’re leaving.” Baekhyun let out a loud, menacing, villain-like laugh that taunted you into having the urge to kick his ass, but before you could do it, Chanyeol pulled you to his side and slung his arm around you. You two stayed like that as the two of you said goodbye to Minseok and Sehun who were also there.

The drive home was spent in light touches as Chanyeol held your hand in his and sneaky kisses from you when the car got hold up by the traffic light. The instrumental songs that blasted through the speaker during the ride made you feel sleepy and content, and it heightened your need to cuddle with him on bed. Holding his hand definitely wasn’t enough for you, since you craved to feel his arms around you.

“Can we cuddle?” You asked when you both finally arrived at your apartment—which could be said as Chanyeol’s too because he got lots of things cluttering around the place. Toeing his shoes off, Chanyeol turned to look at you with such a soft look across his face and you could’ve sworn you could melt from that.

“You don’t have to ask.”

And that’s how the both of you ended up laying on the bed with your face snuggled under his chin and his arms around you, a music playlist filled with both of your favorite songs blasting softly through the Bluetooth speaker connected to Chanyeol’s phone. The warm glow from the lamp on the desk, the soft music, and the feeling of having Chanyeol around you was a perfect way to end the long day you had. The way he caressed your hair softly and rubbed your back gently were just the perfect additions and it made you sleepier than you already did.

“Sleepy already?” You hummed against his t-shirt covered chest. “You must’ve had the longest day at work.”

“You couldn’t imagine,” you breathed out. “This junior messed up the mock-up design I made. I spent days and nights on that and he just messed it up like that.” Ever the dramatic, Chanyeol let out a loud gasp.

“Oh no, did you yell at him?”

“I wanted to, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t do that in front of everyone. I just scolded him and gave him the glare, and he sweated.” Chanyeol let out a laugh as if he could imagine you giving your junior a glare—it’s the death glare that could rival Kyungsoo’s, he told you once before—and you could feel his chest vibrating against you.

“I’m sorry that happened. You don’t deserve that, really.” You just hummed at the words he spoke against your head before he pressed a few kisses on the top of your head. “Oh, your hair smell good. New shampoo?”

“Ohh, you noticed! Nice one, Park,” you teased him and leaned up a little bit to press a kiss on his collarbone.

“How couldn’t I? I’ve got your hair in my nose and my mouth like this.” You just chuckled at him, and just in time for Coldplay’s Sparks playing through the speaker.

“I love this song but it will make me even sleepier,” you commented as the intro started.

“Then, sleep.”

“But I still want to talk with you.” Pulling back from his chest until you laid your head on your own pillow, you pouted at him and blinked your eyes slowly in fake innocence. Letting out a sound that seemed like a mixture of squeal and groan, he smiled widely and moved to place his hand on your cheek, pinching it a few times until you both giggled at each other. Your heart felt lighter and warm at the sound of his giggles and the sight of his dimples that you loved so much.

“Just go to sleep. I’ll sing this song for you.”

“You don’t know the lyrics, Yeol,” you pointed out with a faint smile and he rolled his eyes playfully at you.

“Okay, I’ll hum it, then. Happy?” At your nod of approval, Chanyeol started humming the song and you scooted closer to him. He moved his hand to caress your hair gently again as you shut your eyes at the feeling of his touch and the sound of his soft humming filling in your senses. His light touches pulled you deeper into the dream land, but you still didn’t miss it when he pressed a kiss on your forehead and murmured the words ‘I love you’ onto your skin.

[deans-baby-momma]

The Padackles Link-Chapter 25

Thanks the the radio playing in the corner of the laundromat, I never even open my book I had brought. Instead a song was playing that led me to think about Jensen’s teasing jab about stripping. Listening to the beat of the song more than the words, I started thinking of what kind of show I could put on for him. As soon as the dj announced the name of the song and artist, I pulled my phone out and downloaded it on iTunes. I couldn’t wait to get my clothes done so I could rush home and practice the routine I thought of in my head, hoping I could pull it off. I know I’m not a dancer but I could move when I wanted to. And oh did I want to!

Wednesday morning drug on. The usual breakfast rush wasn’t as busy, the customers seemed to hang around, wanting to chat and all I wanted to do was to clock out and rush home to put everything in place. I needed to shower to make sure I was nice and smooth all over and have time to lather my skin in the perfumed lotion I had recently bought.

During the lull in between the breakfast and early lunch crowds, Naomi asked me if anything was wrong. She could tell I was getting irritated.

“Is everything ok, Drea? You seem out of it today.”

“Yea, yea,” I assure her. “I just have plans for this afternoon and am excited.”

“Oh, you have a date?” she said excitedly “Anyone I know?”

I knew the question was innocent but I balked at it. ‘Oh if you only knew.’ I thought to myself but instead I told her “No. No one you know.”

“Well, I hope everything works out for you,” she said, looking at the clock on the wall. “Well, look at that. Ten minutes and you’re out of here.” She winks at me and then continues. “Tell you what, it’s been slow today. Go ahead. Take off. Go get ready for your plans.”

I was stunned. That was twice this week she had let me leave early. But I wasn’t about to kick a gift horse in the mouth so instead I ran to the break room and grabbed my purse. I was out the door before anyone could even say bye.

I ran all the way to my apartment, which when walking was about 3 minutes. I made it there in under 1. I unlocked the door and hurried to drag the outfit I had prepared last night on the bed. The jeans I had chosen last night were ones I had had for a couple of years so I took a pair of scissors and cut them off into very short shorts. They were tight on my hips and accentuated my hips and ass nicely. The Rolling Stones t-shirt was already torn away from the neck of the shirt and fell over my shoulder.

I turn and pull out a drawer in the chest and dug through until I find the matching purple sequined undergarment set I had been given years ago as a gag gift at a company Christmas party where I worked.  I had never had the nerve to wear it for Chad but I had never gotten rid of it either. Knowing that Jensen would be the one and only to ever see me in it made the lingerie feel special. I was wearing it for him.

I hop in the shower when I notice I only have about 35 minutes until he would be here. Just enough time to get showered, dressed and fix my hair. I have no idea what to do style-wise so I just decide to towel dry it and comb it out, letting it hang in damp strands; a kind of mussed look I guess you call it.

I hear the knock on the door just as I finish applying the clear gloss to my lips. I look in the mirror and am satisfied with the reflection. Jay isn’t going to know what hit him. I walk to the door and open it, smiling.

Jay’s jaw drops and his mouth opens and closes as his eyes scan my body. I lean on the edge of the open door and blink my eyes, hoping it’s a sexy thing.

“You gonna stand there and stare or are you gonna come in?” I ask him, breaking him from his speechless trance.

“Uh, yea coming in,” he walks by and sets his bag on the floor, toeing off his shoes. Turning around to look at me he asks, “Drea, not that I don’t like it but what’s the outfit for?”

“It’s a surprise,” I tell him and I take his hand and lead him toward the bedroom. The smile on his lips never leaves his face, even as he watches my hips sway as I pull him behind me.

He follows me willingly to the bedroom, where I direct him to sit on the bed. I have everything in place so as I go to leave the room, I reach over and click Play on my phone and walk out the door.

“Uh, babe?” Jensen asks after me, confused. The song playing from my phone cuts off the need to reply. I stand in the hallway, listening to the first few seconds of notes before I put my hand up on the entryway and swing my body around until it’s facing the door frame but I keep my eyes on Jay.  

As soon as the singing starts, I begin gyrating my hips to the beat, my fingers grasp onto the door jamb as I lean backwards. I keep moving my hips back and forth against the door and watch as Jay’s eyes widen at my movements. I bring my head back up and turn toward him, strutting and rolling my hips on my way across the floor. When I get right out of arm’s length to him, I drop to my knees and start dancing, undulating my body, my right hand threading through my hair and my left index finger hooked in my bottom lip. Jensen groans and squirms, his body becoming flushed and his dick jumping to life in his pants, but no matter how he moves he can't shake the arousal he feels. He palms the bulge under the zipper while watching me grind down onto the floor and look up at him through my lashes. I crawl across the floor for that last foot or so until I'm  at his knees. I place my hands on them and pushes them open. Jensen watches as I runs my hands up his inner thighs but doesn't go to where he is still palming himself. He growls as I run my hands back down and grabs his knees to push myself up to standing between them, still swinging my hips to the beat.

I  capture his head and pull it to me, his face in my chest and he tries to pull me to him by grasping my hips. I push his hands away and they land on the bed.  Jensen sighs in frustration as I turn and squat to grind my ass into his lap. I hear him moan so I do it again.

Jensen swipes my hair over to the side and begins nipping and kissing at my skin. I halt my movements while I allow him to kiss and suck on my pulse point. I pull away from his lips and turn to gaze at him. The look of lust and desire is evident in his eyes. He licks his top lip suggestively and grins when he sees me rub my thighs together and whimper. His hands land on my hips again and I grab his elbows, pulling him up from the bed. I fold my arms around his neck and grind on him.

Suddenly I feel Jensen getting into it when his hips start swaying along with mine, grinding his hardness into my abdomen. Our lips crash and his tongue presses between into my mouth, to tangle with mine. I get so caught up in the kiss that I stop moving.

Jensen’s hands slide under my shirt, pushing it up and over my head. When our lips part for the shirt to come off my body, I unbutton and unzip my shorts, shimmying them off. I kick them across the floor.

Jensen steps back and surveys my ensemble.

“Holy fuck, Drea!” He exclaims, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“No, but you said this show should be only for you,” I say and wink at him.

I push his shirt off his body and over his head. As he is tossing the fabric to the side, I grab his belt buckle, deftly unfastening it.  I pull the button through the material and unzip his jeans.

I push my hands under the hem of his boxers and push the offending clothes over his hips. His dick bounces up against his stomach, spreading precum against it. I reach behind me and unhook the clasp on my bra and pull the sequined straps off my shoulders and down my arms. He grabs my hips again and quickly slides the panties down my legs. I step out of them and toward him.

Jensen wraps his arms around me and turns me against the bed.  He  gently pushes me back onto the bed, falling with me, our lips never detaching. His hands slowly make their way down my sides, fingers gripping my hips. I can feel his rock hard dick rutting against my inner thigh. HIs right hand leaves my hip and his fingers part my folds, his thumb tickling my clit. He slides his two middle fingers into me and pumps slowly to the knuckle. I writhe underneath him as his touch drives me crazy with want.

“Jay,” I moan as his lips leave mine and begins nipping at my neck along my pulse point. His hand leaves me and grabs his length, pumping it. He leisurely notches his tip at my entrance, pushing into me. Each thrust of his hips takes me higher and I wrap my legs around his waist. His arms envelop my body as he continues his assault. He trails open mouthed kisses over my collarbone and bends to take a nipple into his hot mouth. I moan at the sensation and I can feel the coil in my abdomen make itself known.  

His arms pull me up onto him as he sits up on his knees, still fully sheathed inside me. I feel his thigh muscles flex under mine as he thrust up into me, holding me tightly to his body so all I can do is grind onto him. The connection so raw, so intimate that my heart swells in my chest. I love this man with every fiber of my being.

He releases me and I fall away from him before I catch myself. I place my hands on his shoulders and situate my knees on each side of his hips. I bounce myself on his dick and he hums in approval.

“Oh god, Drea. Don’t stop. Just like that,” he breathes out. “Oh you feel so good riding me baby.”

The coil in my abdomen tightens with each movement until I am right on the precipice of climax. My rhythm falters and I begin a routine of bucking and grinding down on him. I drape my arms over his shoulders and his wrap around my middle, our chests pressed against each other. I can feel his dick begin to swell so I pick up my pace and do it twice more before we both fall off that ledge together.  

Sitting on his hips, him still fully inside me, I lay my forehead against his, both of us trying to bring our breathing back to normal, our pants of air mixing. Jensen raises his eyes to look into mine. I can feel his dick softening within me but neither of us move. I don’t want this moment to end,him holding me tightly against his body, our hearts beating together. The pure intensity of the situation causing my chest to hurt. He is mine, but he isn’t.

I go to push away from him but he squeezes his hold. “Just another minute, baby, please?” he begs in a whisper. I comply. I would stay like this with him forever. When he does let me go and he slips out of inside me, I can’t help the whimper that leaves my lips. I feel empty without him, he fills me in more ways that I can explain.

I crawl off his lap and lay back on the pillows, my hand on my stomach.  The exertion of dancing and making love with Jensen has drained me. He lays beside me and grabs my hand, lacing our fingers. My heart soars at the mere physicality of it. Touching, holding hands, the presence of him here in my bed with no worry of having to run off to keep up appearances. I turn to my side and look at his profile. His eyes are closed  but the bliss on his face is evident. Jensen Ackles is happy and content to lying in bed with me.  

I slowly break through the slumber I don’t remember slipping into. The sheets are soaked as is my body. A thick layer of sweat covering my whole naked body. My head is pounding and it hurts to breathe. My throat feels raw and it hurts to swallow. I turn over to find the opposite side of the bed empty. Did I dream that? Did I dream that Jensen was in my bed when I succumbed to sleep. I look at the time and it takes me a minute to realize the clock reads 10:00 a.m. I quickly sat up and groaned, my head thumping. I looked for my phone to call Naomi and tell her I would be late, extremely late but late. My phone wasn’t on the table beside my bed, it wasn’t across the room on the dresser where I remembered leaving it. I slid my hand around the drenched sheets, thinking maybe I had left it on the bed.

“Shit, shit, shit!” I mumbled as I tried to stand to search for my phone. I pull a t-shirt and a pair of panties out of a drawer and fight to get them on, nothing going my way this morning. I hear the bedroom door opened-wait, when did I close it?- and Jensen is standing there, fully clothed.

“Hey baby,” he says to me and then realizes my panic. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I can’t find my phone and I have literally missed my whole shift,” I tell him, still searching the room for my phone. “I need to call and tell them I’m gonna be late.”

“Drea,” Jensen calls my name, making me stop my hunt. “Baby, you’re sick. You moaned and groaned all night. And you’ve sweated so much. I called into work, talked to your friend Naomi. Told her you were sick and I was going to take care of you.”

“Wha-Jay, you don’t have to do that.”

“Well, I want to,” he says, smiling as he puts his hands on my elbows. “God, baby you’re soaked.” He lays his hand on my forehead. “You’re running a fever. Go, take a shower. I’ll change the bed and get you nice and comfy then I’m running out to get you some medicine.”

I can do nothing but smile at him. He smiles back and then turns, opening drawers until he finds a shirt and sleep shorts for me to change into. He ushers me out of the bedroom and to the bathroom.

I’m standing under the lukewarm water, reveling in the pleasure it gives of washing away the sweat and nastiness on my skin. Jensen comes in and sticks his head pass the curtain. “Baby, where’s your extra sheets?”

“Closet, on the shelf.”

“Kay,” he winks and then leaves me to enjoy getting cleaned. I wash my body quickly and step out to dry off. Once I’m dressed again, I walk to my room to find my bedclothes changed and new ones on it. I crawl in, pulling the light sheet over my trembling body. Now, I’m freezing and can’t seem to get any warmth.

Jensen walks in holding my car keys. He hands me my long-lost phone and says, “I’m going to run to the store, get you some medicine. Do you want anything to eat?” When I shake my head no, he nods and says, “I’ll be back with medicine and something to eat. Don’t give me that look Drea, you have got to eat something,” he adds when I glare at him. I watch as he checks to make sure he has his phone and his wallet before walking out the door. I hear the front door close and I lay back onto my pillow and shut my eyes.

I must have dozed off because next thing I know, Jensen is gently shaking my shoulder and whispering my name.

“Hey sleeping beauty. Wake up so you can eat a little bit and take your meds, ok?”

I groan which turns into a coughing fit. I whine when the hacking finally subsides, my throat feels even more raw now and my head is hurting again. I scoot until I’m sitting up, leaning on the headboard. “Come on, eat some of this soup. It’ll soothe your throat. Good thing I went ahead and got some cough medicine,” Jensen tells me as he hands me a bowl of chicken noodle soup. I notice the . food is in one of the bowls from my kitchen so I look up at him, lifting an questioning eyebrow.

“I warmed it up for you,” he tells me.

“Thank you,” I say, taking the bowl and spooning up some of the stew.

“Anytime sweetheart,” he kisses me on the top of my head and sits at the end of the bed, watching me take small bites.

I finish what I can and hand the bowl to him before sliding back down to rest. Jensen hands me some pills and a bottle of water that I take without fuss but when it comes to the cough syrup I clamp my lips together and shake my head. That stuff is disgusting.

Jensen is standing there with the cup full of the thick ruby colored sludge.He laughs at my resistance and says, “Drea, this will make you feel better, I promise.”

“I don’t like it, it’s yucky!”

“Oh my god, you are such a child.”

“Yea but you love me anyway,” I huff, crossing my arms across my chest.

“Yea I do,” he begins. “Tell you what, take this and get some more sleep. I have a few things I need to get done and I’ll come back later and check on you. Sound like a good idea?”

The idea of having him coming to check on me and spending more time with him breaks my resolve to just go ahead and get it over with. I take the cup from him and choke down the bitter liquid. “Happy now?” I say with a grin as I hand the empty cup back to him.

“Sleep,” Jensen tells me and I snuggle down into my pillow. “Is it okay if I take your car?”

“Yea, sure.”

“Get some rest baby,” he leans over and kisses my forehead. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Love you Jay.”

It’s evening time before I wake again. I get up and head to the bathroom to do my business and brush my teeth. Between sleeping and the vile cough syrup I have the worst taste ever in my mouth. And it doesn’t help that I feel like I’ve been chewing cotton balls.

Jensen isn’t back yet when I walk through and I consider calling him but I don’t want to interrupt whatever errands he had to take care of. Naomi calls when I get back to the bedroom and am settling back into bed.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like death warmed over.”

“Well, don’t worry about tomorrow’s shift. I’ve got it covered. You worry about getting yourself better? Is that nice young man who called this morning taking care of you?”

“Yes, he is,” I tell her and a thought flits through my mind. Maybe it’s the medicine or whatever, but I speak before I think. “That was Jensen.”

“WHAT?”

I jerk the phone away from my ear at her screech. I giggle because I knew my admission would get exactly that response from her.

“Naomi, you talked to Jensen Ackles on the phone this morning,” I tell her again.

“Oh my god. Oh. My. God! Drea, you have Jensen Ackles taking care of you while you are sick? Dang, where was he when I was sick?” she chuckles and I join her.

“Yea, he came by to check on me and when he realized I wasn’t feeling well he called you.”

We talk a few more minutes; mostly me listening to her gush about talking to Jensen on the phone and telling me how lucky I was. I silently agreed. My doctor was one hot, sexy man.

I felt better after talking to her, so I sat up in bed and played around on my phone. Three games of Solitaire later, I hear the front door opening and soon Jensen was in the doorway to my bedroom.

“Hey, sleepyhead.”

“Hey, you!” I say, patting the bed beside me.

He walks over and sits beside me, taking me in. “How are you feeling?”

“Better now that you’re here.”

He smiles and kisses my cheek. “You don’t feel as feverish.” “Nope, I think I’m going to live,” I say looking up at him. His green eyes are the brightest I have ever seen them. I could live forever just looking at them.

“That’s good,” he says, taking my hand and linking our fingers together. He lays back and pulls me to him, my head on his chest.

“I have to go home later,” he tells me. I can hear the regret and concern in his voice. “Dee is due back in the morning.”

“I know. I just hate that I slept through our first night and day together.”

“Shh, it’s okay. Maybe we’ll have more someday,” he wraps his arm around my shoulder and holds me to himself.

Today, I still feel like hell so I take my medicine like I promised Jensen I would and stay in bed, only getting up long enough to re-heat some food and use the bathroom. Thanks to the nasty cough syrup I sleep most of the day but by the evening, I am feeling like myself again. I call Naomi and tell her I would be in to work in the morning. She, of course, asks if Jay is still taking care of me and I tell her no, he went back to be with his family.

After hanging up the phone, I lay it on the kitchen table and let my mind wander. I, Audrea Marie Murphy, had just been nursed back to health by Jensen Ackles. Maybe he does love me after all. I laugh as the thought of his reaction to being called a nurse, though.

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※ JENNA MARBLES SENTENCE STARTERS, PT. XI ※

here’s sentences from jenna’s 10 most recent videos! feel free to change names/pronouns/zodiac signs/etc.! more jenna sentences

I COOK MY BOYFRIEND’S FAVORITE MEAL

“Is this a leisure suit?”

“This is my own, customized, personal leisure suit.”

“I’m pretty sure that you got that out of my closet.”

“I bought it today with your credit card.”

“She drank wine, demanded greatness, and I delivered.”

“I guess it’s only fair - you did all that cooking for me, now I’ll do it for you.”

“I’m looking forward to the fact that you’re not going to be in the kitchen.”

“I should’ve never made this video.”

“Thank you, this is actually helpful.”

“Get your beer off the cutting board.”

“This recipe really requires a lot of knife skills that I don’t have.”

“How many times have things caught on fire?”

“I like this encouragement.”

“Seven fucking hours later, I’m still cutting these carrots.”

“I didn’t do that with you… I mean, I did, a little bit.”

“You’re not banned from the kitchen, with no arms.”

“I mean, I’m not the most gifted chopper, but this is nice and even.”

“This isn’t really looking that right.”

“This is not dough whatsoever. This is just a bowl of flour.”

“People make dumplings for fun?”

“Don’t worry, all you have to do is individually, carefully craft them by hand.”

“You asked me what I wanted, and I told you.”

“I’m hungry. I want to spend the next seven hours making my food.”

“I feel like this is the kind of dish that would break me. Like, I’m gonna cry.”

“It’s crazy how quickly I can eat one of these.”

“You told me this was gonna work.”

“This doesn’t look good at all.”

“If this doesn’t work, I’m gonna cry, and we’re just gonna starve.”

“It’s so thicc with two Cs.”

“Wait, so you can do this without being fancy, because, do I look like a fancy person to you?”

“I don’t like dumplings anymore, I just decided I’m allergic to dumplings.”

“I wanna move on with my life… I wanna get excited about my life.”

“Don’t cry and sing Dr. Phil.”

“Whoever invented dumplings is a sick, bored fuck.”

“These better be the best dumplings you’ve ever had, because, let me tell you something, it’s not worth it.”

“What year is it…!?”

“Somebody’s gonna die today.”

“That was the best part of my day, right there.”

“This is a terrifying food.”

“This is a violent dish.”

“I feel like they’re too hot to eat… only one way to test it.”

“This was worth all the stress and fury you went through.”

“How did you eat that, that’s so hot…!?”

“Why are all your recipes dangerous? Does it make your food taste better if it’s kind of dangerous?”

“It’s getting everywhere, I don’t like this.”

“I swear to god, I don’t want to go to the hospital tonight.”

“I know you had to be patient today, which you’re not used to being.”

“There’s nothing comforting about cooking these. It’s just violent, and tense, and stressful.”

CUTTING AND COLORING MY OWN HAIR 2

“He should’ve learned his lesson the first time he left me.”

“I’m really having a great time only doing my own hair.”

“A semi-permanent isn’t really a commitment.”

“It’s like a low-commitment tattoo.”

“If this is truly semi-permanent, I can do this shit whenever I want.”

“Guess who doesn’t give a fuck about her hair? Me, bitch.”

“Does this part feel like Doritos? Yeah, it does, but it’s all part of the journey.”

“I have great technique, I’m a born natural, bitch.”

“Instead of wearing a dumpy shirt that I don’t care about, I’ll wear my favorite shirt so that it forces me to be careful.”

“We’re making a semi-commitment right now.”

“Fuck it, let’s go to the Dark Side.”

“Oh, I’m making it worse.”

“Listen to that, doesn’t it sound like hair care at it’s finest?”

“All you people that joke about not going outside enough and not getting enough sun, try me, bitch.”

“Oh, how did this happen?”

“Why do we even bother wearing gloves?”

“I’m excited to see just how semi-permanent this is.”

“I am second guessing my methods.”

“Give me your honest opinion. What do you think?”

“I didn’t just want this color on my hair. I wanted it all over my face, body, and neck.”

“This is kind of fucking rad.”

“I dyed my hair by myself, at home, alone.”

“It’s dark, it’s fun, I look like a superhero.”

“Don’t even bother with all this parting shit, just get in there and do it.”

“Should I just go full bang? Should I do it?”

“I’m trying to do the most efficient thing.”

“I look like my mom in, like, 1960.”

“I’m trying to get to the point in life where, someday, when my kids see pictures and videos of me, they’re like, who the fuck is that?”

“This might be one of my favorite looks.”

“Boy, who the fuck do you think did it?”

“Why do I feel like that’s not true?”

“You look so fucking cute.”

“It says semi-permanent, I feel like it’s low-commitment.”

“I’m such a big fan of it.”

“Yeah, just give me a score out of ten, be as brutal as you want.”

“We’re gonna do some research, we’ll be back.”

TAKING MY DOG TO MEET SANTA

“That’s a great way of getting kicked right out of the mall and being asked to never come back.”

“I’m really hoping that they let us do this.”

“I don’t think that they allow dogs in this mall.”

“It says no dogs here, but then you see, like, seventy people with their dogs.”

“That was so easy and painless.”

“Never use the words ‘cuck’ and ‘Santa’ in the same sentence ever again.”

“That was so adorable.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t want to bug you guys.”

“Make sure you’re very kind and supportive of him.”

“I like magic and believing too.”

“The best part of snow globes is when Christmas is over you smash them on the ground.”

“Oh, fuck, here we go again.”

“The entire highway’s basically shut down.”

“The air quality is terrible - it sucks to go outside.”

“I spent $80 on this picture.”

RECREATING THE HAMSTER PICTURE

“You know what you’re signing up for, okay?”

“It’s not dumb, it needs to happen.”

“We are going to go rent a red convertible.”

“No, we’re not going to Tuscon.”

“Don’t tell anybody, but we’re faking this whole thing.”

“Alright, we’re fucked already.”

“No one has a fucking red convertible.”

“It’s weird, it’s like it’s not 1995 anymore.”

“You literally took like 100 pictures.”

“This is really stupid, but if we don’t do it, who’s gonna do it?”

“We tried and failed to rent a red convertible.”

“A sincere thank you for wasting your day.”

“We just wanted to make a meme.”

GIVING MYSELF TAPE IN HAIR EXTENSIONS

“I’ve used them, like, five times, tops.”

“It felt wrong, it looked wrong.”

“I feel like I’m missing out on the fun.”

“That sounds like the level of commitment I would like to make.”

“I want to ring in the new year looking like a snack.”

“I watched one tutorial on how to do it.”

“Should I really just go full-blown ‘I’m lost at the supermarket, can you please help me’?”

“We’re already off to a really mediocre start.”

“I hope that you brought a snack and have nothing to do today.”

“There’s no rules, right?”

“I legitimately don’t know how to part my hair.”

“Oh my god, what have I done?”

“Why are you laughing? Is it my scrunchie?”

“This is quite possibly the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”

“If I was an alien, and I came to this planet, I feel like one of the things that I’d find absolutely hysterical is that we like to wear each other’s hair.”

“I’m in the middle of the hardest part, you’re such a fucking asshole.”

“Is that something I should’ve figured out beforehand?”

“We only have like seventy more.”

“Overall, it’s been kind of a nice experience.”

“It was hard. I tried my best. It was my first time.”

SHAVING MY FACE

“I’ve never done this before. Obviously.”

“I know my appearance is jarring.”

“It takes a lot of work to look this great.”

“You’re quite literally mixing up two of the most prominent X-Men right now.”

“Gambit throws playing cards. That’s it. That’s the end of Gambit.”

“I’m trying to shave my face, not get in an argument about Gambit.”

“He’s just a weird magician that was looking for a group of friends.”

“Do you wanna feel my face?”

“Wanna come over and watch me shave my face?”

“Your skin looks really good, it’s glowing.”

“Now I can do some violent shit to my face.”

“It said don’t shave your eyes, otherwise I would.”

“We’re getting ready, are you getting ready with me or not?”

“I wasn’t allowed to wear makeup, but I put it on.”

“I feel like the payoff is amazing.”

“Why have you been hiding this secret from me?”

“I know this isn’t super duper exciting, but, for me, this is so exciting.”

MY DOGS MEET A CAT

“I ask Julien for a cat just about every day, and the answer is always no.”

“Our landlord won’t let us have any more animals.”

“No, what? That’s not part of this?”

“What this really is is just for you to get comfortable with a cat, and then like it, and then get me a cat.”

“That’s what today’s about.”

“I’m ready, I know you’re ready.”

“That’s the whole day today.”

“Stop making that face.”

“We’re not getting a cat, like, ever. No.”

“Getting a cat will help you be less of an Aries.”

“Sit wherever you wanna sit, do whatever you want.”

“That was a weird thing that you just did.”

“So… do you want to get one tomorrow, or… the day after?”

“I’m right here, and I have not agreed to anything.”

“Don’t pretend like you can’t hear me.”

“Who said that? Benjamin Franklin or Jesus?”

“I don’t know what’s going on.”

GIVING MYSELF A 90′S HAIR WRAP

“I’m shaving every time from here on out.”

“It’s basically a friendship bracelet on your hair.”

“You are much bolder than me, and do your thing.”

“Get you a man that pumps you up.”

“What camps did you go to when you were a kid?”

“Rules are made to be broken, sister.”

“Where are you going? Why are you leaving?”

“Are you calling me a preteen right now?”

“Oh, this is hard to do on yourself.”

“When you take a shower, this thing stays wet for fucking days.”

“On a scale of one to snack, how are you feeling?”

“We didn’t have lettermen jackets in seventh grade.”

“My first kiss was in seventh grade.”

“Do you know how hard it is to play clarinet with braces?”

“What the fuck is the big deal? This sucked. I hated it.”

“Oh, damn, you’ve been dating older girls for a while.”

“This takes me back so hard, wow.”

“No one please remind me that I fucked this up or else I’ll be very upset.”

“I feel like this a thing that twelve-year-olds and grandmas would be like, hell yeah.”

“That’s like buying a coloring book colored.”

“I have yet to do something that I really didn’t enjoy.”

“I worked hard on this for six minutes.”

“We’re not friends anymore.”

“In case you thought I was done here, though, you’d be incorrect.”

“She was my favorite singer in the 90’s, and then I graduated to Sarah McLaughlin.”

“First of all, this is a deadly fucking weapon.”

“Ow, don’t pull it, oh my god, don’t pull on it.”

MAKING TERRIBLE HOT GLUE CRAFTS

“I got, like, physically angry. I got hot in the face, and was kind of mad.”

“The things that people will do with a hot glue gun and call it a hack is just… beyond.”

“I cannot justify spending my time that way.”

“If anyone’s actually going to sit down and do these crafts, it’s going to be me.”

“Yeah, I’ve got some time to kill and some glue to waste.”

“Do you see my hands shaking already? Like, I’m tired. This is exhausting.”

“I’m a little confused as to why you’re spending this kind of money to glue yourself a pair of shoes that have holes in the bottoms.”

“I’m just gonna do it on my table because I’ve stopped giving a fuck.”

“I have strong, meaty arms which sometimes look fat in shirts.”

“I’m not trying to stifle anyone’s creativity, but this is a fucking waste of time.”

“I think this is a very loose definition of ‘shoes’.”

“I’m just sort of waiting for it to be over.”

“I’m just settling for blobby blob mess at this point, because I just don’t care.”

“This design is flawed.”

“They’re not structurally sound anywhere.”

“After a couple of seconds, it physically starts to hurt.”

“They’re not shoes at all, this is not okay.”

“This doesn’t feel good, and they don’t work.”

“I will never get this part of my life back.”

“No, you can’t do this, it’s not okay.”

“This is not a solution to any problem, this is a mess.”

“I don’t care about the rest of this paper, I’m not going to use it for anything.”

“I love my money. I love just taking it and dumping it in the toilet.”

“You could maybe wear this for fifteen minutes before it inevitably broke.”

“Just because you can make it, doesn’t mean you should.”

“This does not work, this does not work, this doesn’t work, okay, it’s working.”

“I’m trying my best, I’m not trying to fuck this up.”

“Does it look good? Does it look like tears and sadness?”

“I’m mad at myself. I can’t believe I’ve done this.”

“I really can’t handle another time like this. This is a dark time.”

“I did it, and I’m here to tell you it’s not worth it.”

“I feel sad on the inside, I don’t like it.”

“These are not life hacks. Do I look like someone whose life is better after doing this?”

“They don’t work and it pisses me off. This is a lie.”

“This is what happens when you leave. You can’t leave. You have to stay.”

“Does it look better like this? No — that’s worse. That’s worse, I’m sorry.”

MAKING OUR FAVORITE SOUP

“I’m just having one of those days when I just want to curl up under a blanket.”

“I’m sick.”

“I’m having a day where I’m not a person.”

“I’m so sorry, man, it’s just not in the cards for today.”

“I know you have days like this, too.”

“It doesn’t matter when you’re having a day like this.”

“I’m the best chef.”

“Just to be clear, you don’t want to go to the ER?”

“What’s going on with your pants?”

“I’m gonna go ahead and burn myself.”

“Maybe, instead of going out for a date right now, we can, when we sit down and have dinner, we can light a candle and hold hands the whole time we eat.”

“I’m large.”

“I’m gonna eat once now and once in two hours and it’s gonna be gone.”

“Do you think we have a tablespoon? Because I’m not going to the store.”

“Don’t listen to him, that is not true.”

“It’s really good, I burnt my tongue a little bit.”

“First of all, it’s amazing, second of all, it’s amazing, third of all… what?”

“Literally walking through the middle of TSA - that’s a bad time to have soup.”

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Holding Onto Hope: Chapter 14.1

Hope

The incline was set high and the speed was just right. My breathing was labored and sweat drizzled from my brow, chest, and every other surface of my body. I maintained focus and kept my eyes glued to the small television screen in front of me as an upbeat playlist blasted into my ears. I only had about five minutes left on the machine and with a quick glance at the machine to my left, I could tell that Destani’s time was just about in sync with mine.

There were rumors of some big deal party that had been teetering on the lips of nearly everyone in the ethnic community across campus. The last weekend of Homecoming was quickly creeping upon us, so it seemed the only thing people could talk about these days was partying and getting so high or drunk they couldn’t even remember their names. With my roommate and best friend being the professional socialite that she was, she found out about all the big parties before I even had a chance to remember that it was still Homecoming week. 

She’d managed to con me into agreeing to attend the ‘biggest party of the year’ with her Cammie, and Angel later in the night, but first I managed to con her into a nice hour and a half workout before she attempted to over intoxicate my body for the weekend.

“Bitch!” I snapped my eyes away from the small screen and yanked my left earbud out just as a high yellow hand slammed down on the side bar of my treadmill.

“What Destani?” I asked breathlessly as I continued to jog at a moderate speed.

“I been talking to your ass for like five minutes now.” She fussed.

With a huff and a roll of my eyes, I cut my eyes at her and made sure to focus on my footing so I wouldn’t slip right off the machine “Why? You see that I have my earbuds plugged in. And we’re working out… why are you talking to me?”

“I was just tryna see how long your rude ass had left.” She said even more out of breath than me. I couldn’t help but chuckle at her just as my machine neared the last few seconds before it finally began to slow to a complete stop.

“I’m done.” I said triumphantly. I caught a quick glimpse of the screen of her treadmill and I could clearly see that she had a bit more time left on it, but she swiftly pressed the reset button multiple times to end her entire cycle.

“Good,” She muttered as she climbed off the side and snatched down her small towel to dab at her forehead, “You were clearly tryna kill my ass with this forty-five minutes of cardio bullshit.”

I laughed at her expense and plucked my Voss water bottle from the cup holder on the side of my machine “I would do no such thing. I just know we’re not gonna be indulging in anything healthy at all this weekend… so I figured one big bang workout before we get into it would be good.”

She delivered a mischievous smirk my way and draped her towel over her shoulder before grabbing her own water bottle and turning to fall into stride with me as I headed toward the women’s dressing room.

We would often utilize our ‘free’, yet not so subtly rolled into tuition, membership to the on-campus Rec Center and because of our frequent visits, we’d designated specific lockers in the dressing room as our own. The Rec was fairly busy tonight and I figured just about everyone had the exact idea as I by coming for last minute, invigorating workouts before jumping head first into the Homecoming festivities. We maneuvered through the crowds until we finally made it into the dressing room and approached our lockers.

“This night… oooooooooooh this night girl. It’s about to be a fucking movie!” She exclaimed as she pulled her small duffle from the confines of her locker. I could only shake my head at her silly antics as she began to dance about ratchetly.

With our belongings gathered and ready to go, we soon made our way out of the women’s locker room and began a slow, sore journey out into the parking lot to catch the shuttle to our dorm.

“You heard from Cam and Angel today?” She asked. It’d surprise me really, the relationship that she was quickly forming with my two new comrades. Destani was never one to venture too far from her comfort zone when it came to the people in her circle. She was always more of the type to stick to what she knew and she wasn’t much of a fan of change. But the moment I first introduced Cammie and Angel to her and she took to them as though they’d been friends for years, I sat back and quietly observed and made sure to call her out on it the moment I got her alone in our dorm room.

“Cammie texted me before we went to the Rec. She said they wanted to meet up to pick outfits and everything for tonight.”

“Oh okay. I’m lowkey more amped because I know we’ll be the finest thangs in this party. Like if I was into bitches, Cammie or Angel would definitely be the first to get the business… they some bad bitches!” She laughed.

I laughed right along with her and shook my head “I still can’t believe you took to them so well. You remember how long it took you to warm up to Tameka and Nalay when we first met them?”

“I know huh?” She agreed as she continued to giggle like a school girl, “I don’t know man… I just like them I guess. You know sometimes you just get those first-time vibes from people when you first meet them… they’re either good or bad, or you gotta give yourself sometime to figure it out. Well with these hoes, I just felt good vibes from jump… kinda like when I first met you.”

“So at eight and nine years old, you just got this vibe that I was this great person and we would be best friends for life?” I snickered.

“Yes nigga!” She exclaimed loudly with a tone full of merriment, “And your ass and they asses should feel special as hell too! When I first met Meka and Nay, I didn’t feel that at all… they asses both had to grow on me. Hell, Chris too! I swear I ain’t like that nigga when I met him… even at nine years old, I couldn’t ignore the vibe of pure evil I got from his crazy ass!”

We cackled loudly as we made our way onto the shuttle that’d just arrived and soon we were on our way back to McWhorter Hall.

–

Once we arrived and made our way up to our room, we both took turns hopping in the shower and packing up overnight bags full of clothing options and Destani’s makeup. I’d been texting Cammie throughout our journey back to the room and she’d informed me that Angel would be coming to pick us up shortly so that we could head to their off-campus apartment to prepare for the night. For the first time, I was excited to be going to our first big off campus party of the year. We’d been to events on campus and parties at a few on campus apartments, but never had we actually set foot off campus for a night of unwinding and fun.

While Destani was taking her turn in the shower, I quickly dried myself off and got dressed in a pair of hot pink athletic shorts and one of Chris’s t-shirts that I refused to give back because it smelled so strongly of him. As I eased the shirt into place on my shoulders, I couldn’t help but smirk as his intoxicating aroma wafted into my nose. I hadn’t heard from him in a few days and though I should have been a bit more concerned with his whereabouts and his overall wellbeing, I wasn’t. I’d become almost accustomed to Chris’s odd behavior as of late. Was it still completely weird and the thought of it always tucked away in the back of my mind? Sure it was. But I’d gone through my phase of stressing over him already and after fighting to get myself out of that slump, I refused to allow him to drag me right back into it.

I was afraid to push myself onto him anyway, so I knew the best thing for me to do was of course silently remain in his corner to support him and whenever he called, I would make sure to always be there. But I wouldn’t overcrowd him though. He was a big boy… if he wanted me around, he knew exactly how to find me. I was hoping that I would at least be able to cross paths with him sometime in the night, but with the way he’d been acting as of late I almost couldn’t even bring myself to believe that he would set foot outside of his room. He’d been entirely too much of a recluse in the past few weeks to even think about showing face at something as social as a full-on party.

The water from the shower soon shut off and within a few minutes, Destani emerged with her curly tresses soaked and cascading down her back and a huge white towel wrapped snuggle around her small frame.

“Did you pack all my shit up too?” She asked as she moved toward her drawer full of leisure wear.

“Yeah, your bag is all packed on your bed and I just finished with the makeup bag.”

“Tis my darling, is why no matter who we allow into this circle… you will always be mi numero uno!” She exclaimed in passing as she blew a kiss my way. I parted my lips to laugh, but quickly snapped them shut along with my eyes and swung around to face away from her just as she dropped her towel.

“Destani! What are you doing?” I yelped.

“Oh stop being dramatic. It’s just tits and ass… I mean, don’t act like I’ve never seen yours before.” She cackled from behind me.

“You haven’t… what do you mean? But you could have at least warned me.”

“Oh that’s right, I haven’t,” She agreed as she slipped on a snug black t-shirt dress, “Mr. psychotic ass won’t even let another bitch see your naked ass!”

“Whatever Dez, are you dressed? Angel just texted and she says she’s pulling into the parking lot now.”

“Yes darling, the tata’s are up… let’s go!” I turned with only one eye open and took a quick full body glance at her, just to be sure she wasn’t pulling my leg and setting me up to see more skin than I desired to. After we both slipped into a pair of slides, we grabbed our respective bags, grabbed a purse a piece with all necessities including cell phones, then made our way out of the room and out of the building.

–

“This is nice as hell!” Destani squealed as we crossed the threshold into Cammie and Angel’s three-bedroom apartment that was literally about three minutes away from campus.

“Thank you, thank you… you know, we try!” Cammie beamed as she rounded the corner from the extravagant kitchen with two red solo cups in tow. She handed them off to Destani and I and Angel followed her back into the open kitchen to grab her own cup.

“You guys have another roommate?” I asked, taking a quick sip of the potent drink in my hands.

“Yeah… well we did anyway,” Angel said with a smirk and a quick glance at Cammie, “But I think Cam may have scared her off. She ain’t been here in a couple weeks now.”

Cammie giggled as she plopped herself down at a bar stool that lined the bar on the inside of the kitchen and sat her cup down only to replace it with a bottle of fireball. She lined up four shot glasses in front of her and began to evenly distribute the alcohol into each glass.

“It’s not my fault the bitch wasn’t adventurous and open minded. Shit, I thought she knew…” She laughed a bit more and stuck her pierced tongue out as she concentrated on finishing up the shots. I had no clue what her or Angel were referring to, but I shrugged it off and watched as she sat the bottle down and slid one shot glass toward each of us.

“I swear ya’ll are my kinda people. They my kinda people Sy… look at this!” Destani exclaimed, carefully picking up her shot glass and making sure not to spill any as it was filled to the brim, “Turn the fuck up ladies!”

“To a night…” Cammie started, dropping her gaze momentarily to the glass before her with a shake of her head, “That we will enjoy, turn up, and not remember in the mothafuckin morning!” We all picked up our shot glasses simultaneously and cheered loudly as we each leaned in and clanked our glasses together. Without second thought, I raised the cup to my lips and quickly tipped it back into my mouth. It burned like hot fire and I had to refrain from coughing my lungs out after finally swallowing it all, but I didn’t bother to protest against it… I was ready for the night ahead.

………

We were all nearly too tipsy to stand still for the onslaught of selfies that Destani decided to engage in before we left and we seemed to be having such a good time simply snapping pictures in different poses, we almost didn’t make it out the door at all. Cammie was the first to finish getting dressed and she wasted no time rolling up three different blunts to get us through the night. Halfway through Destani applying my full glowing face, the first blunt was rammed right into my face and before I knew it I could barely keep my eyes open let alone walk down three flights of stairs to the car.

“If you trip, I swear… I swear I’ll have no choice but to laugh at your ass!” Destani exclaimed from behind me as we stomped noisily down the steps.

I hadn’t managed to stop giggling since the middle of our smoke session and now the walk down the steps was nothing different… I laughed all the way to the last step on the first floor.

“See, I made it… no tripping over here.” I was proud to bask in my ability to make it down the stairs without falling flat on my face and I glanced back at Destani with a smirk to be sure she had seen my feat. I cracked up even harder the moment I faced her and noticed her eyes glued to the ground in front of her, ensuring that she didn’t step on anything but a flat surface and fall herself.

“While she over there talking shit about you Sy, she barely marching straight in them stilettos.” Angel cackled loudly as she too watched Destani maneuver around to the backseat on her side. Cammie joined in on the laughter and soon, we were all doubled over with laughter right on the car.

“Ya’ll some assholes man, whatever.” Destani said after finally gaining a bit of her composure. We continued to laugh at her expense and before long we started to draw attention in the lively parking lot.

“Ugh, come on ya’ll… if one more nigga toot they horn or “hey lil mama” my ass one more time, Imma throw up!” Cammie fussed as she snatched the passenger side door open and slipped into the car.

We continued our laughter into the car and eventually Angel reversed out of her space and weaved her way through the traffic in the lot. Most of the off-campus student apartments lined one particular road just outside of campus and the biggest party of the year just happened to be centrally located on that road.

It wasn’t hard to tell that we’d made it to the party complex only five minutes later as a flood of cars waited at a standstill on the main road just to get in to park.

“Oh fuck this… what the hell!” Angel exclaimed as she stared out of the front windshield at the traffic jam in front of us.

“Damn, we shoulda just walked to this bitch… look at this mess.” Cammie muttered.

I could hear Destani giggling to my left, but I paid her no mind and assumed that perhaps everything she’d ingested back at the apartment was just coursing through her system.

“Here babe!” She screeched suddenly, leaning forward in her seat with a parking decal in her hand.

“What is this boo?” Angel asked as she peeped over her shoulder at Destani’s hand.

“Tay gave it to me… you know him and a bunch of the basketball and football players are the ones throwing this party. He knew we were coming, so he gave me this extra parking pass ‘cause he said the shit would be packed before ten.” She explained happily.

“Thank fuck for Taylor girl… yes! We in that thang!” Before I knew it, Angel was whipping her car right into the lane of oncoming traffic which also remained at a standstill. She maneuvered the car fearlessly though and zipped into the parking lot and with the help of Destani’s instructions, she finally pulled into the empty space in a car port designated on the decal.

“You seriously need to tell him we owe him for this one Dezzy… that was dope!” Angel beamed with excitement as she shut off the ignition of the car and pulled down her visor to access her mirror. We only spent another few minutes in the car making last minute preparations before finally crawling out into the cool October night. And there we stood, basking in our very own glory as though we were A-list celebrities who’d just arrived at our Hollywood party.

“And the night begins ladies… let the turn up commence!” Destani shouted, reaching back to grab my hand to lead me and the girls into what would become one of the most interesting nights of the year.

Chris

My head bobbed to the dense bass of Yo Gotti’s Down in the DM as I sipped from a blue solo cup filled with henny on ice. From the second I set foot in the party earlier in the night just to help set up, I’d been stuck with at least three girls at my side. Not like I could complain… this was definitely my preferred scene for the night. I’d been cooped in that little ass dorm room for what felt like an eternity and as soon as I heard some of the boys making plans for this lit ass party, I knew I wanted in. I was on the prowl tonight, that was one thing I knew for sure as soon as I set my sights on all the beautiful women in the room… and man, were there a lot of them. I hadn’t seen a single unattractive female since the party had started and it didn’t take long for me to realize that this shit was invite only and clearly the team invited ONLY the baddest… which again, a nigga was not about to complain about.

There was a good chunk of the boys from the team in attendance and a handful of some of the football team there to celebrate a win they’d taken home earlier in the evening during the big Homecoming game. These niggas was dead ass serious about this shit too. Before the party commenced, we held a meeting to go over what needed to be done to make this a successful night that wouldn’t be disrupted in any way. We were split up into different zones of the apartment which belonged to four of the boys. Two niggas in place at the makeshift bar to handle the drinks, two niggas stationed behind the DJ booth to spin and one on the mic, four niggas just outside the door to act as security, and two inside the door to greet incoming guests. A couple things I knew for sure… I wasn’t about to pour nobody’s damn drink, wasn’t about to man the music or entertain the crowd on the mic, and I certainly wasn’t about to write my entire night off by standing outside the party all night while the turn up commenced inside. I almost eagerly volunteered to greet near the door and for one main reason only… I knew Hope was gonna show face at this party.

Taylor had already given me a heads up after confirming with Destani and giving her a decal for reserved parking just outside the building. The moment he handed that over, I knew it was really only a matter of time before babygirl set foot in the party. With damn near all the baddest bitches across the state of Georgia dancing in barely there outfits right there on the dance floor, none of them and I mean not a single one had a damn thing on Hope. I hadn’t heard from or spoken to her in almost a week and though I knew it was a tad fucked up for me to wait to see my girlfriend at a damn party, I hadn’t been more excited about anything else all week. I was so excited to see her, my dick jumped at the thought of her gorgeous face alone.

“It’s a little early don’t you think? The party ain’t even started and you already trying to turn up” Lil Miss thickums in front of me tossed her head full of the fakest and shiniest hair I’d ever seen in my life back and side eyed me with a ‘sexy smirk.’

“My bad ma,” I mumbled, taking yet another sip from my cup before turning my attention back to the door, “You just gotta ignore him… big boy on the prowl tonight and uh… I think he tryna get an early start.”

She burst into a fit of giggles so hard, I had to toss a hand around her waist to keep her from toppling right over onto the floor. She was drunk… wasted even and as she said, the party had barely even started.

With a frown, I discreetly nudged the girl to my side and allowed her to fall limply against her friend to my right. The timing couldn’t have been any better… I could see her glowing smile through the doorway and I swear time damn near stood still as I stared at her perfectly made up face. Not too much and not too little… her natural beauty shined through and it honestly looked like she didn’t even have on an ounce of makeup. She laughed as though she had not a care in the world and I swore I could feel a small pinch of emotion in my chest… she looked happy. I hadn’t been anywhere around her in almost a week, yet she still laughed that big beautiful laugh. It didn’t seem to faze her that we’d barely been speaking lately and the thought alone nearly broke me down right where I stood. 

“What’s the matter papi… you look like you need some cheering up.” I hesitantly tore my gaze away from Hope and her friends who were still laughing it up with the ‘bouncers’ and focused instead on the tiny waist, big tit, plump lipped Latina who stood inches away from my face.

“I’m actually good,” I grumbled, pulling her hands down from my chest and planting them firmly back at her sides, “Thanks.”

With a huff, the girl swung around to stomp away from me and I smirked as I kept my eyes glued to her heart shaped ass for two seconds longer.

“Isn’t that your boo?” I heard what sounded like that Cambria girl to my left and I turned just as they all came into view a few feet away from me. My eyes locked on Hope as she turned her gaze to me with a smirk before nibbling on the corner of her bottom lip.

“Yeah…”

She swiftly closed the gap between us and I stared down at her in awe. There she stood, in all her short little glory even with a sky high, sexy pair of heels on her feet.

“Hi.” She spoke quietly, yet just loud enough for me to hear her sultry voice over the music.

“Hey.” I muttered.

“Having fun?” She asked. A laugh flew from my nose and I lifted my gaze for a moment to peer around the packed space before dropping my gaze back to her.

“Lil bit.”

She hummed a nearly inaudible response and glanced over at a droopy eyed, smirking Destani before glancing back at me “Well I’ll just let you get back to that… see you later…” She attempted to turn and mosey off, but my hand was on her hip before she could get even a foot away and I pulled her back until her backside was meshed against my front.

“Nah… stay with me tonight.” The words rolled from my tongue with ease and I admired her big, sapphire eyes as she stared up at me.

“What do you mean… I came here with my friends…” She started but I cut her off with a simple shake of my head.

“So… they can move around or stay right here with you, but I want you with me tonight.”

She stared up at me for a while with the sexiest smirk splayed across her nude lips then she finally dropped her gaze, shrugged, and mumbled a playful and quiet “Okay… daddy” that I still managed to hear clearly. And in that moment, I was sure the tiny dick twitch from earlier had turned into a complete and unmistakable erection.

–

“AYEEEEEE, WHAT A TIME… TO BE ALIVE!” I yelled right into the mic… that’d somehow made its way into my hand. Somewhere within the last two hours roles had been readjusted after the boys unanimously decided that our original MC for the night just wasn’t getting the job done. Little did I know, they’d all decided that MC Breezy would be the best candidate to hop on the mic and keep the crowd going… and when the mic was slipped into my hand, I did just that. I couldn’t even begin to explain what all I had running through my system or how much of it I ingested. All I knew was that I felt like a fucking superstar on the highest cloud and no one could bring me down from that.

I sat perched on the edge of the bar that was wedged between the kitchen and the living room. I had my girl aligned perfectly between my legs, her friends dancing wildly on each side of her, and my niggas dancing just as wild all around them. This was by far the greatest night of my life… the henny and crown in my system told me so!

“I’m feeling good in this mothafucka tonight ya’ll! If you feeling good in this bitch, say hell yeah!” I was so turnt, I really couldn’t even register what the hell I was saying. But when the crowd erupted like a concert hall around me, I figured I had gotten my point across.

“Aye, Breezy. Breezy man!” With my eyes formed into the tiniest slits, I dropped my gaze to Taylor who stood a few feet away from me with Destani glued to his front grinding away like a professional fucking exotic dancer. I hadn’t forgotten about my own little exotic dancer who swiveled her hips strategically between my legs. I had to drop the mic to my side to refrain from moaning right into it as Hope perked her ass right against my dick and dropped it like it was her damn job.

“Breezy dawg!” Taylor shouted once again across from me.

Reluctantly tearing my eyes away from Hopes beautifully sexy body, I eyed him with a face full of annoyance and rolled my eyes “What nigga?”

He chuckled and shook his head as he watched me respond to him right into the mic. I’d forgotten the thing was in my hand and was prepared to have a full conversation with this nigga right over the speaker system.

“Come in the kitchen nigga. They calling us for shots.” He shouted over the blaring music just after reaching forward and plucking the mic from my hand. Hope hadn’t heard a word he’d said and she continued to toot it and boot it on a nigga, which made it so difficult for me to focus on anything but the way her ass bounced to the beat.

“Baby girl,” Cammie intervened from her side with another of my teammates pressed against her lil hood ass, “Come on, we’re about to do a round.”

Hope finally slowed her pace and turned to face me and got damnit if I didn’t wanna snatch her up and drop her ass like it was hot right on my dick, right on that bar. Her eyes were evidently red from the most recent rotation we’d partaken in less than thirty minutes ago. Her long straight blonde tresses were starting to curl back up from the heat in the party and sweat dripped from the edges of her hair. I could also see the trails of sweat cascading down her chest and right into her cleavage, moistening the front of her shirt. She looked like she’d just endured a wild night of fucking and that… turned… me… on.

“Come on baby. Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots!” She chanted as she gripped onto my hands and dragged me down from the countertop. I chuckled, allowing her to hold onto my hands as she turned to face forward and eased her way through the crowd toward the kitchen. Without thought, I swiftly moved up against her ass and dropped our conjoined hands down to her hips.

“All I can think about is how deep I’m bout to be in your perfect ass pussy tonight.” I murmured, my lips pressed right against her right ear. I could feel her body tensing in my grasp, but she giggled and dropped her head back against my shoulder and continued to blindly lead us into the kitchen.

“Don’t Chris… you’re gonna have me dripping right outta my shorts.” She groaned.

“I know you already wet baby,” I said, easing one hand from her waist and up to grope her right breast, “And if you say the word, I won’t hesitate to toss your ass up on one of these counters and lick that pussy dry… with all these people watching.”

Her breath hitched at that moment and she shuddered against me. If I wasn’t mistaken, I would say she’d just busted a nut right where she stood without me touching more than just her breast.

She turned around suddenly and pressed her head against my chest, burying her face in my shirt. She was breathing faster now and her hands were balled up and latched onto the front of my shirt.

I couldn’t help but laugh as I palmed her ass and guided her backwards into the kitchen. Yeah, I was positive lil mama had just had a whole orgasm and I needed to bend her over somewhere soon before I had one of my own.

“Aiight my niggas, ya’ll ready for this round?” Shawn shouted over the music once we’d all made our way into the kitchen and surrounded the wide island in the center of the room.

The boys chanted their approval and soon, a tray full of shots was passed around until each of us nursed a small glass.

“To the livest party of the fucking century, we did the got damn thing my niggas… AYYYYEEEEEEE!” Shawn shouted, quickly clanking his shot glass down against the marble surface of the island. Everyone followed suit and in unison, we downed each and every shot. I’d taken so many damn shots and had so many straight drinks throughout the night, it felt like I was downing a cup of water at this point because somehow my throat had become numb to the potency of the liquor. Hope and the girls had even downed theirs just as quickly and I peered down at her as she kept her face against my chest and grimaced… she hadn’t had enough shots to numb her to the liquor yet.

“Aiight, aiight, aiight… everybody listen up,” Shawn shouted louder, “So, now that we all had a nice lil shot to warm us up… it’s time to get to the real fun in this bitch!”

I found myself joining in on the wave of laughter and watched as he carefully moved all the shot glasses over to the sink and shifted the bottles of alcohol to one side of the large island.

“I think it’s time we had a lil fun with the ladies. Fellas, what ya’ll think? It’s already hot as fuck in here… I’m tryna set the roof on fire!”

Everyone hooted all around me, but at that exact moment I kept quiet. What the fuck did he mean have a lil fun with the ladies?

“Now I know what you thinking… Breezy,” He chuckled as he turned and looked right at me, “This fun is strictly for the ladies. Meaning… not a single nigga in here will be allowed to touch. And that includes you.”

He pointed an incriminating finger my way and I frowned and looked down at Hope who’d raised her amused gaze in his direction to listen to his instructions.

“We just gone play a lil game. That involves shots, and bodies, and ladies… no niggas.” He said.

With further explanation, I quickly figured out that it wasn’t even an actual game with an objective that he’d just described. If anything it sounded like he was just tryna gather as many females, including mine, who would agree to allow other females to take shots from anywhere on their bodies… and I mean, anywhere. I wasn’t fond of the idea of this lil ‘game’ at all and though my ass could barely even see straight enough to comprehend any of this shit, I knew for certain that Sy’Diyah Hope Donsen wouldn’t be participating in it at all.

“Sy, come on… we can go first!” Destani happily snatched away from Taylor and rushed over to Sy, who looked just as damn excited.

“Hell nah. She not doing this shit.” I blurted, staring at Destani like she had two heads.

“Oh shut up, grumpy ass. Live a little… nobody’s gonna be touching her but me. Ya’ll just get to watch.” She said with a smirk and a wink.

“Okay, so how bout she just get to watch too… move along Destani. She’s not doing this.” With an exasperated huff, Dez rolled her eyes and mumbled under her breath. Frankly I didn’t give a shit what she’d just said. I was not about to stand back and watch my girlfriend get licked on by another female, while all these thirsty niggas watched.

“Charlie,” Her voice was soft but still audible over the sound of the commotion around us, “Calm down. It’s not that serious.”

I hadn’t even noticed, but I was getting worked up and I was suddenly starting to feel heat rising in my face. With her soothing words though, it only took a second for me to calm the fuck down and realize it really wasn’t that serious.

“Aiight, so I think we got our first set of contenders. Ladies… let the games begin!” I looked up and watched along with everyone else in the kitchen as Destani hiked herself up onto the flat surface of the island. She wore a huge, beaming grin on her face and it was clear she was having entirely too much fun with the prospect of another bitch taking a random shot off of her.

Within seconds Hope’s new friend Angel stepped forward with her bottom lip tucked in her mouth. She smirked as she gripped a half full shot glass and dragged her eyes over Destani’s frame, contemplating exactly where she wanted to position the shot. With Dez’s cleavage on full display, Angel quickly zoned in on it and I stared in amusement as she too climbed onto the island top and pushed Destani down on her back. She wedged the glass right between her boobs and the crowd erupted immediately.

“Aiight ladies, you got it… make that shit sexy!” Shawn called out over all the loud hoots and hollers.

Angel didn’t waste any time getting right down to business… nor did she even crack a smile. Homegirl looked dead ass as she leaned down and eased her lips around the top of the shot glass. I could clearly tell she’d slid down a bit further so that the skin of her lips would press against the skin of Destani’s boobs and the niggas all around me clapped and cheered eagerly as she pulled back with the glass in her mouth. She tilted her head back and allowed the contents of the glass to drizzle into her mouth. After swallowing the shot and opening her mouth wide to show that the deed had been done, she smiled triumphantly and leaned forward to playfully nuzzle her face right in Destani’s cleavage.

The crowd continued to cheer and clap and laugh and I couldn’t help but laugh my damn self as Destani tossed her head back and cackled loudly.

“Sexy sexy ladies, that’s what the fuck I’m talking about!” Shawn exclaimed, “Okay, now who are my next contenders?” Every pair of eyes in the room roamed around, just waiting to see who would jump to go next. It didn’t even don on me until I spotted every single person in the kitchen staring open mouthed in my direction… that Cammie was easing up in front of Hope. She held an empty shot glass in one hand and a bottle of patron in the other. Her face remained calm and I couldn’t even keep my eyes off her pierced tongue as she swept it out over her bottom lip if I wanted to.

I could feel Hope squirming in my grasp and I peered down at her to see that Cammie had turned her around so that her back was now pressed against my chest. She kept her eyes glued to Hope’s as she eased the glass down between her partially expose cleavage and I had no choice but to keep my eyes on what was happening as my height left me hovering over it all. Popping the cork out of the patron bottle, Cammie started to pour the liquid into the glass until it was full. But she didn’t immediately tilt the bottle away from Hope’s chest though… she continued to pour and watched with the purest lust in her eyes as the alcohol drizzled over the top of Hope’s breasts.

Lord if I hadn’t noticed before, I surely noticed in that moment… my dick was on a solid ten. My hands remained glued to Hope’s hips and I found myself digging my fingers into her flesh as I focused on keeping her ass pressed against my crotch.

“Now that is really what the fuck I’m talking about. Lil mama is about to get it popping in this mothafucka. This is the fun we been looking for fellas!” Shawn yelled over the crowd and I barely even paid attention. My focus was entirely too tied up on what was happening right in front of me and I swore my heart would thud right outta my chest as I watched the spectacle unfold.  

Cammie passed the bottle off to Angel who stood at her side, watching just as intently as the niggas in the room. Before I could even fully register what was happening, I felt the girl reach down for my hands and raise them to plant right against the back of her head. She eyed me closely for a moment, willing me to dig my fingers into her thick tresses and grip tight as she dove forward and engulfed the glass between her lips. The crowd, of course, went wild. They hooted, and hollered, and yelled so loud… I was sure it would only be a matter of time before the cops came knocking to shut the show down. With the shot now downed in one gulp, Cammie quickly handed that too off to Angel and she swiftly turned back around to dive in once more… this time swiping her tongue out over the top of Hopes left tit.

She gasped then and tossed her head back against my shoulder. Reflexively, my grip tightened around this girl’s head and she moaned while she formed her lips into a suction and suckled at the top of my girl’s titties. She went back and forth between this action and flicking her tongue out all over Hope’s breasts until every visible drop of patron had been removed from her skin… but she didn’t stop there. With her tongue sticking out, she licked a trail up along Hope’s neck and continued to sensually make her way up until she reached the corner of her mouth.

My eyes were locked on her face the entire time and with the sexiest and most mischievous smirk, she zoned in on me for only a moment before easing forward and capturing my fucking girlfriend’s lips with her own. My eyes bulged and my fingers nearly pulled out clumps of her hair as I continued to hold onto her head… all while she engaged in a slow, dick throbbing, panty wetting, all around life changing make out session with Hope. That triggered him and before I had time to even think about getting myself under control, my brows furrowed deeply with frustration as to why we were all still standing there fully clothed… he wanted to see skin and he wanted to see it immediately.

With a loud groan, I dipped my face into the crook of Hopes neck and whipped out my own pierced tongue to attack her skin. But oh did my mind fight back on this one… never had I ever allowed this, this thing to consume me in the presence of Hope. I was literally terrified, yet turned the fuck on all at the same time as I stood there attempting to suck the blood right out of her neck while this girl kissed her with a fervor in a room full of high and horny niggas. I couldn’t take it… it was all too intense and I could literally feel every nerve in my body tingling with pleasure and I swore I could even feel all my children just knocking at the tip of my dick, begging to be released soon.

I trailed my tongue up along the side of her neck, stopping every once in a while to suck on a few spots until I reached her jawline. Cammie’s hands were gripping her face as she continued to engage in the most lustful and lip smacking kiss with her. Though it was turning me on in a way that I’d never experienced in my life, he was growing more and more impatient with her selfishness and before I knew it, with a handful of Cammie’s hair still entangled in my fingers I snatched her back away from Hope and their lips detached with a loud smack. They both moaned aloud and heaved for air, but Hope didn’t have much longer to get her breath back on track… my left hand was already tangled up in her sweet smelling golden tresses and I’d already turned her head to get it to the perfect angle for me to lean in and catapult my lips onto hers.

She raised her hands to grip at the sides of my face, but as I continued to swivel my tongue around the inside of her alcohol infused mouth I too raised my hands to catch hers. I linked my hands against the back of hers and shifted all four hands forward to Cammie’s exposed belly. Using my hands as guides, I slipped them up beneath her black crop top until I could feel the warm skin of her breasts against my fingertips. And from there I allowed Hope to take lead… I kept my hands against the back of hers, but silently instructed her to fondle Cammie’s breasts as she continued to make out with me.

“Gooooooooooooooot daaaaaaaaaaaamn… my nigga Chris, no homo bro… but that is about the sexiest shit I have ever seen in my fucking life!” I could hear Shawn yelling frantically from somewhere across the room. And it was only in that moment that I actually remembered I was standing in the middle of a kitchen, in the middle of a party, with tons of eyes on us. I willed myself to pull back from Hope and I opened my eyes the furthest they would go and stared down at her. Her face was completely flushed, her lips were swollen and red, and she held this erotic little sex face as she stared right back at me that nearly made me crumble right behind her.

My ears finally tuned in to the commotion around us and I realized that more than half of the party goers in the other room had even turned to watch the spectacle. People were shouting like they’d just witnessed a Mayweather fight up close. I didn’t even bother to feel embarrassed… my thoughts were caught somewhere between two different entities and from what I could tell, both were horny as fuck and ready for round one right there in that kitchen.

“Ya’ll ready to get outta here?” I snapped my attention around to Cammie who stood there with her breasts fully exposed but covered by me and Hope’s conjoined hands. Her hands were placed comfortably at Hope’s waist and if I didn’t know anything else in that moment… I knew this night was about to get real interesting, real quick.

TBC…