#goofball and delicious meal rolled in one

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Chapter 8.5: 007- Peña, Agent Peña

Summary: After Javi's surprise on the Peña ranch, you had already had the best night of your life. Little did you know, your night was just beginning.

Word Count: 4.9K (This is as short as it's ever gonna get, this is just who I am)

Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up), creampie, praise (oh boy, does Javi tell you what a good job you're doing), semi-public nudity?? (not really, but you'll see!!), mentions of eating/food, mentions of alcohol, mentions of loss of a parent, you and Javi being absolute goofballs and being lovesick idiots

A/N: SO. I finished Chapter 8 and went to go walk my dog, and the song "Would That I" by Hozier came on, and it 100% is the inspiration behind this mini chapter. I literally came up with the idea for this chapter and wrote it in less than 24 hours because Javi and Osita live in my head rent free at all times being the cutest two idiots to ever exist. Enjoy this fun lil bit, it's honestly probably my favorite thing that I've written for this series so far!!!

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“I’m not sure if cold, post sex and first I love you’s is the way that your dad intended us to eat these enchiladas, but holy shit are they delicious.” You and Javi laughed, finishing the last bites of the enchiladas verdes Chucho had packed for the both of you. It probably would have made more sense to eat dinner almost an hour ago when Javi had first taken you out to watch the sunset in the back of his truck, but, no offense to Chucho’s enchiladas, having the most romantic sex of your life followed by Javi telling you that he loved you for the first time seemed to take higher priority to you. 

“These ones are actually pretty good, I will give him that. Thank God he’s finally starting to get better at cooking, a few months ago his food was practically inedible.” Javi shook his head, wiping his face with the back of his hand as gathered both of your cleared paper plates and forks, tossing them into the empty paper bag Chucho had sent them with. 

“Actually? I didn’t know he had come such a long way in his cooking career in such a short time.” You snickered, pulling some of the blankets laying at the edge of the truck bed over you as you scooted yourself closer to Javi, laying your head against his chest as you snuggled next to him. Pulling you closer, Javi wrapped his arm around you, fingers tracing gentle circles along the back of his sweatshirt you were now wearing. 

“Actually. He never cooked until my mom died. One day he called me while I was still in Colombia and told me he had found one of my mom’s recipe books and was gonna teach himself how to cook. When I came home, he insisted on making me dinner every night so he could show off whatever he was learning. I ate a lot of sandwiches after he fell asleep the first few months I was home.” 

“Well despite the terrible food you had to eat, that’s actually really sweet. Glad I came around when I did so I only have to reap the benefits of his good cooking and not suffer along with you.” You giggled as he squeezed you before giving you a playful shake wrapped in his arms. “Can you cook at all, or is this a warning that you’re gonna subject me to your awful cooking too?” 

“I can cook enough. Not a good cook by any means, but definitely not my Pops a few months ago. Can do more than Kraft Mac and Cheese, I’ll tell you that much.” He smirked, poking fun at the first meal you had made. You sat up, giving him the biggest stink face you could muster without bursting into laughter.

“Okay, first of all, rude. Second of all, don’t act like you wouldn’t have eaten an entire second pot if I hadn’t made one for you, Mr. Literally Will Literally Eat Anything Under The Sun In World Record Time.” 

“If I seem to remember correctly, you weren’t doing a lot of complaining after I ate, Osita.” He winked at you as you nudged your elbow into his side before he grabbed you, rolling you over and playfully wrestling you into the pile of pillows and blankets beneath you. “C’mere, Hermosa.” He wrapped his arms around you as you giggled and squirmed beneath him, trying to wiggle your way out of his grasp. You kicked your feet as he kissed at your neck, his mustache ticking you with each peck of his lips. Using all your might, you were able to roll over on top of him, straddling his lap as he lay on his back, breaking free of his grasp.

“Can’t get me that easy, Peña. Wrestling was the only way I got anything from my brothers for the first ten years of my life.” You smirked as you leaned down to kiss him as his fingertips gripped into your hips, pulling you further on to his lap. 

“Could think of worse ways to lose a wrestling match.” Javi’s face smug as he gestured to how you were sitting on top of him, letting out a quiet groan as you started to grind into his lap, feeling him already half hard beneath you. “Careful, Hermosa. Not gonna be so nice if you’re gonna try to play dirty.” He raised his eyebrows, waiting for you to make the next move. 

Still bent over him, you kissed up his neck and jaw before nipping at his ear. “Last time I checked, you liked it when I played dirty.” Your whispers left jaw slack, pressing up into you, his dick already straining against the fabric of his sweatpants. 

“Fuck me.” He murmured under his breath as you began to grind harder into his crotch. “You wanna play dirty, baby? I can play fuckin’ dirty.” You could see the lust filled in the dark pool of his eyes, biting down on your lip, already feeling the slick pooling between your legs with each sway of your hips. “You already wet for me, baby?” 

This man read you like a book- like he had every fucking page memorized. “Mmmhhhmm.” You nodded, feeling how soaked the fabric of your sweatpants already was as you felt your clit rub deliciously against Javi’s dick, hard and heavy underneath you. 

“I know you are, dirty girl. Want me to touch you baby? Want me to make you come before I fuck that perfect pussy again?” You nodded again, frantically shaking your head yes at his filthy words as you worked yourself against his length. He laughed to himself, shaking his head as he watched how blissed out you already were rubbing against him. “Too bad.” 

You paused, shooting him a confused look. “What do you mean, too bad?” 

“You know exactly what I mean. You wanna play dirty, I will too. You wanna come? You get yourself off like this.” He gave you a subtle nod of his head, gesturing to how you were sitting on top of his lap. 

“Are you serious? Javi, c’mon, please.” You rolled your eyes at him as you crossed your arms over your chest, trying to play off how desperate you already were for him. 

“Rules are rules baby. Fight dirty, play dirty. C’mon pretty girl, I know how needy you are, how wet that pretty pussy is for me.” He mewled as he toyed with the waistband of your sweatpants, fingers brushing against your skin. He dug his fingers into your hips, slowly pushing them back and forth against his lap, encouraging you to pick back up your pace brushing up against his dick with every motion. “There you go, hermosa. That’s my girl. Just like that, baby.” He praised as you found yourself rubbing harder and harder against him, slick coating your thighs. With his length, it wasn’t hard to feel how big he was, making it easy to find a sweet spot that brushed up against your sensitive bundle of nerves as you rocked your hips back  and forth over him. 

“Javiiiii, fuck.” You whined, feeling the heat build at the base of your spine as your clit rubbed harder and harder on his covered cock. 

“That’s it, Osita. Doing so good for me, baby. God, you look so fucking pretty riding me like that, C’mon, I know you’re close sweetheart.” His praise had you climbing towards your high, each time you ground your hips into him had you closer and closer to coming undone. His name fell from your lips, moaning as he was gripping your hips again pushing you deeper into him. 

“Javi, I’m so close. Fuck, fuck fuckkkkkk.” You whimpered as you felt the euphoria rush through you, gushing, feeling your pussy throb from the intensity of your orgasm. You slumped into him, face falling on to his chest as you caught your breath. 

“Such a good girl, Osita. My good fucking girl. Did so good for me baby.” He whispered in your ear as hand his hands along your body, trembling at his touch. “Still want me to fuck you, dirty girl?” 

“Yes, holy shit, yes.” You moaned. “Please, I need you so bad Javi.” He helped you pull your sweatpants down, kicking them off your feet as you straddled back over Javi, sitting on top of his thighs. Slipping your fingers under his waistband, you pushed the pants down, revealing his dick, already red, precum leaking from its tip, leaving a stain on his sweatpants. You lifted yourself up, slowly sinking down on his length, each inch splitting you open with the sweetest stretch. Even without his fingers to warm you up, you were so wet that you took him easily, feeling yourself bottom out on his cock as Javi let out an audible groan. His hands reached around, giving you a light smack on your ass before his fingers kneaded into your flesh. You began to raise yourself up and down along his length, swirling your hips as your hands tugged at the hem of his sweatshirt that you were wearing, ready to take it off. His hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you before you could get any further. 

“Keep it on. Fuck, I love seeing you in my clothes.” He bit down on his lip as you nodded, rubbing your hands up and down his chest as you threw your head back, drunk on the way his dick felt hitting against that sweet spot inside you. The hair around his base rubbed against your clit, making you whine as you picked up your pace. “Jesus Hermosa, fuck me. Taking me so well. My sweet girl.” His voice was thick and raspy between his heavy breaths, his eyes glued on your every move as you rode him. 

Suddenly, you felt him shift. Sitting up with his back pushed up against the truck, he wrapped his arms around you pulling you in so you were chest to chest, foreheads pressed against each other. You could feel him thrust up into you, his cock punching that magical spot that made the heat at the base of your spine creep up your back. “Javi, fuck baby, you feel so good. Fuckkk.” You tugged at his thick curls, burying your face in the crook of his neck, the scent of his sweet and spicy cologne clinging to his sweatshirt. 

“I know, hermosa, I know. Fuck, you’re so wet and tight, baby. Gonna give me one more? Soak my dick before I fuck you full of me again?” You wrapped your legs around his waist, digging your fingers into his back as you felt yourself snap, screaming his name as pleasure ran through every inch of you. You could feel how tight you were clenching around his cock as you came, his thrusts pounding deeper and faster into you. It didn’t take long for him to meet his own end, only needing a few more pumps before you felt his seed spill into you, leaking down your thighs and into his lap as you slumped into each other. 

“Fuck, Osita.” He whispered between his labored breathing, lifting his head off your shoulder, smiling at your blissed out face. “Jesus, I fucking love you.” 

“I love you too, Jav. Super romantic with your dick still in me and your cum dripping down my legs.” You giggled, still sitting in his lap. 

“It’s fucking hot, is what it is. Fuck me, you’re so sexy. What the fuck did I ever do to deserve such a beautiful woman who fucking loves me like you?” 

“God, you’re so sweet. Get your dick out of me before I start crying again, you menace.” You both laughed as you shifted off of him, grimacing at the mess you had left behind in Javi’s lap. “Do you have any towels, or leftover napkins? Sorry, I made a fucking mess. So much for those showers before we left.” 

Javi paused for a moment before a sly grin crept across his face. “Ostia, can you swim?

You raised an eyebrow at him, very confused by his question, considering you were surrounded by a gigantic, grassy field. “What? Yes, of course I can swim? Why are you asking me that? How is knowing if I can swim helpful right now?”  

His smile turned giddy, smirking at you as he shimmied his sweatpants back over his legs. “C’mon, get in the truck.” He slid himself off the back of the truck bed, standing up and outstretching his hand toward you. You quickly pulled your sweatpants back on too, following behind him as he helped you out of the truck and picked you up to put you in the passenger seat. 

“Javi, what the hell are we doing? Are you gonna go throw me in a trough or something? Listen, I love those cows, but I am not gonna be happy if you toss me into a bucket full of dirty cow spit water.” You crossed your arms at him, waiting for a response. 

“You’ll see.” He winked at you before shutting your door, hopping over to the driver’s side and starting up the car. 

“You’re lucky I love you.” You grumbled, still crossing his arms at him. He reached over the center console, giving you a quick kiss before pulling away and shifting the truck into drive. 

“I’m a very lucky man, indeed.” You finally shifted out of your playfully grumpy demeanor, melting as Javi stared at you, his sweet, puppy dog eyes making your heart explode every time they landed on you. You turned up the radio as Javi pulled away, heading the opposite direction that you came from, his headlights shining on a thick patch of trees at the end of one of the pastures. Driving a little deeper into the wooded area, Javi put the car in park, leaving you even more confused than when you left. He smiled at you as he shut off the ignition, hopping out the door before coming around to your side, helping you out of the car. 

“God, I thought driving me out to the middle of the field was bad, but taking me out into the woods in the pitch black? You really never are beating these serial killer allegations, I’m afraid.” 

“You’re the worst, do you know that?” Javi shook his head as he grabbed your hand, pulling you along with him as he began to walk through the trees. 

“I’m just saying! Listen, if you really wanted- Hey! Hey! Put me down!” You squealed as Javi picked you up, flinging you over his shoulder as you pounded your fists against his back, kicking and giggling with each step he took. God, was he strong. He carried you like it was nothing, laughing to himself as he watched you try to wriggle your way out of his fireman hold. Letting out a huff of defeat, you slumped further into him, staring at the ground as he took each step. 

“At least I have a good view of your ass from here.” You snickered as he continued walking. 

“You really like my butt, don’t you?” He laughed, rustling you in his grasp, still flung over his shoulder. 

“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, you are built like a God, Javier Peña. You’re very much proving your point right now carrying my fat ass through the woods.” 

He stopped, setting you down so you were facing towards him, placing his strong hand under your chin before tilting it up towards him. You gazed up at him, a surprisingly serious look spread across his face. “Hey. I love your ass. I love your body. Every curve, every single bit of you. Okay?”  

“Okay.” You softly replied, pulling you in tighter as he kissed the top of your head. “So are you gonna tell me where the hell we’re going, or are you just gonna keep carrying me through the woods?” 

“Turn around.” He nodded his head, gesturing behind you. As you spun around, you saw the moonlight sparkle off ripples of the pond in front of you. Rocks and tall grass surrounded the edges, water from a small stream flowing from behind the reeds into the pond. An old, worn wooden dock sat at the end, hovering over the first few feet out into the water. You turned back around to look at Javi, now smirking at your pleasant surprise with his most recent mystery. “I was out here every day as a kid in the summer. Nothing much, but it was deep enough to swim in. Haven’t been back here since high school, probably.”

“Is this where you’d take all the ladies to woo them with your swimming skills?” You joked, giving Javi a nudge as he stared around the pond. 

“No.” He laughed, shaking his head. “Just me and my friends, sometimes my cousins when they came over, if I was lucky.” 

“Well, I feel very honored to be the first lucky woman to get to see this secret pond.” You replied, slipping your sweatpants off your waist, leaving your bottom half exposed. Javi’s jaw dropped for the second time today watching you strip yourself of your clothes. “What?” You looked at him as your sweatshirt came next, dropping in a pile next to your pants, leaving you fully naked in front of him. “Aren’t we getting in?” You tilted your head at the pond, smirking at Javi who was now speechless. 

“You sure?” He said, gulping as he looked you up and down, your soft skin glowing in the moonlight. 

“Would I be standing here naked if I wasn’t?” You shrugged your shoulders as you raised an eyebrow at him. “You gonna swim in your sweats or am I gonna keep standing here like a naked idiot waiting for you?” Before you could say anything else, Javi’s clothes were on the ground next to yours, leaving you both bare, hidden amongst the secluded trees. This time, you grabbed his hand, running as you pulled him to the end of the dock, abruptly pausing as you got to the edge. “Are there like, weird things in here? It’s deep enough to jump in, right?” 

“Hermosa, just get in, you’re fine.” 

“Okay, but like-” 

“Osita, get in or I’m gonna push you in.”  

“You wouldn’t dare.” 

“You know I fucking will.” 

“Ugh okay, okay! Just promise me-” 

“1…” 

“Javi, wait-” 

“2…” 

“I’m being serious, don’t you do it! Javier Jesús Peña, I swear to God-” 

“3!” 

Before you could finish, Javi had his arms wrapped around your waist, swinging you back and forth, throwing you over the edge of the dock, limbs flailing as you splashed into the water. You peeked your head up, running your hands over your face as you watched Javi laughing hysterically. You flung your hand against the water, trying your best to splash him as he still stood at the edge thoroughly amused with himself. 

“I hate you, I hope you know that.” You grumbled, splashing him again. “Hey, wait, where are you going?” You shouted as you watched Javi turn around, making his way off the dock. It wasn’t long before you regretted asking the question, as Javi quickly turned around, getting a running start as he launched himself off the edge, drenching you as he drove into the water, making waves that splashed against you upon his entrance. You swam there for a moment, waiting for his head to pop up somewhere next to you, when suddenly, you felt something wrap around your ankle, making you absolutely screech at the top of your lungs. You swam as fast as you could back to the edge of the dock, clinging to the edge as you heard more hysterical laughter behind you, turning around to see Javi cackling to himself as you panted breathlessly, waiting for your heart rate to return to a semi-normal pace. 

“Holy shit, I didn’t think I was gonna scare you that bad, Osita.” He came down from his laughter, looking over at you hanging from the wooden planks still trying to catch your breath. “I’m sorry, baby. Are you okay?” He swam closer to you, now seeming like he felt a little remorse for what he had done. 

You took a few more deep breaths before letting go of the dock, looking back at him. Now only an arms’ length away from you, you swam full force towards Javi, wrapping your body around his, trying to wrestle him in the water. “You are an absolute jerk, you know that?” You grunted between your giggles as Javi grabbed you back, spinning you as you thrashed in the water, splashing it in his face before he grabbed your face to kiss him. Your legs locked around Javi’s hips, arms wrapping around his neck as his slipped behind your back, pulling you closer, feeling weightless in the water. He drew away for a moment, taking one of his hands to caress your face, rubbing his thumb along your jaw. 

“I forgive you, I guess.” You smiled as you sat there for a moment, taking in every detail of his face. His messy wet hair, his chocolate brown eyes, the way his mustache shifted above his lips as he smiled, everything about him that made you love him even more than you thought you already could. The way he looked back at you made you feel like there wasn’t anyone else in the world who could ever love you more. 

“God, you’re so beautiful. I love you, Osita.” 

“I love you too, Javi.” 

He brought you in closer, placing another gentle kiss on your lips. He pulled away again, this time with a look of panic washing over his face.

“What? Are you okay?” 

 “Was that your foot?” 

“My feet are wrapped around your waist?” You looked at him curiously. 

Trying his best to keep calm, Javi swam you both closer and closer to the shore, still carrying you with him as you stepped back on to land. This time, it was your turn to laugh at him, suddenly realizing why he had gotten out so quickly. “Not big and brave now, huh?” 

“At least I didn’t scream like you.” 

“Oh shut up.” You giggled as he set you back down, now sopping wet and shivering next to your pile of clothes. “Any way to explain to your dad why the hell we’re both coming back soaking wet?” You grimaced as you started to pull your sweatshirt over your wet body.

“We’re not.” His face smug as he followed suit opting to only put on his sweatpants, leaving him shirtless as you both headed back through the trees. 

“So…. What? You’re just gonna ask your dad to close his eyes and ignore us when we come back inside?” You raised an eyebrow in confusion looking up at Javi as he reached down to grab your hand as you walked. 

“No. To be honest, Pops is probably already passed out in front of the TV, but of course, you can’t walk through the front door without going past him. We’ll just sneak in through my bedroom window and he’ll be none the wiser.” 

You stopped for a second before laughing at him, continuing to walk as you shook your head. “Sneak in? What are we, 16? I know you said you’ve never brought any girls down here before, but I have a very hard time believing this is the first time you’ve snuck a girl into your room, Javier Peña.” 

“Only a few times.” He looked down at the ground sheepishly as you squeezed his hand. 

“I’m just giving you a hard time, Jav. Wouldn’t be my first time sneaking in either.” You admitted, your cheeks turning slightly red at your admission. 

“Really?” He perked up. “You don’t strike me as the type, but do tell.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“You just seem like such a rule follower, maybe it’s the teacher in you.” He shrugged as you rolled your eyes. “What’d ya do?” 

“Fair, I guess. I was 17. One of my friends was having a party at her parents house while they were on vacation, and being the rule follower that I am, I asked my parents and they said no. I was so mad because it felt like they always let my brothers go out and have fun and I never got to. So, once everyone was asleep, I snuck out, rode my bike all the way to my friends house, got drunk out of my mind, which is part of the reason why I can never drink vodka again, and by some miracle, was able to ride my bike back home. When I came in through the side door of the garage, my brother David was in there, already waiting for me. He told me that he could hear me singing at the top of my lungs halfway down the block. He took pity on me and helped my drunk ass up to bed and never told my parents. He’s always been my favorite brother. Then, I pretended to have the stomach flu for the next 3 days to cover up for my hangover.” You both laughed as you finished your walk up to the truck, Javi opening the passenger door for you as you stepped in. 

“No vodka, duly noted. You trying to tell me your singing gets even more obnoxious when you’re drunk?” He smiled as you buckled yourself in. 

“You love my singing, don’t lie. But um… maybe… Just a little. You’ll just have to deal with my sober serenading for now, sorry.” You smirked at him as you shrugged your shoulders, Javi laughing to himself as he shut the door behind you. 

……….. 

As promised, you spent the rest of the ride to the ranch windows down, blaring “Go Your Own Way” from Fleetwood Mac, noting that even though Javi had put on the album not long ago, you were a bit distracted to actually listen to any of the songs. If it was anyone else, Javi would have rather been caught dead than singing along to anything, regardless of song, album or artist. But lucky for him, you weren’t just anyone. You were his everything. Javi was sad when you’re singing came to an end, lowering the music as you pulled up to the house, trying to remain as quiet as possible to not wake up his dad. 

“Too bad you don’t have the James Bond soundtrack in your car, I feel like we’re on some sort of secret mission right now.” You whispered, trying to close the truck door behind you as quietly as possible. 

“C’mon, you dork.” He replied, taking you by the hand and leading you around the edge of his house. You both tiptoed along the wood siding of the house, Javi leading you before stopping under one of the windows, slightly cracked open, pushing out of its frame. “Alright, if I lift you up, can you push it the rest of the way open and climb in?” 

“Sure thing, Agent Peña. What number do you want to be, since you clearly can’t be 007, that one’s already taken. I don’t think they’ll let you be the next James Bond with that ‘stache.” You mumbled, stepping in front of Javi as he got ready to lift you up. 

“Will you just get in the window, please?” He scoffed, squeezing his hands on your hips, getting ready to hoist you. 

“Fine, fine, just say you wanna be lame and move on. I’m ready.” As Javi shot you up, your fingers wrapped around the edge of the windowsill, humming to yourself as you shimmied yourself in. 

“Bada boommmm, bada booommmmm, bahnanah.”  

“Are you seriously singing the James Bond theme song right now?” Javi looked up at the window as you pushed open the rest of the pane, now looking down at him. 

“Yeah, at least one of us should have a little fun with this. You need my help getting in?” 

He hadn’t even answered your question before he was already halfway through the window, pulling himself through and landing on the floor.  

“Showoff.” You grumbled to yourself as he closed the window behind him. Wet and uncomfortable in your clothes, you stripped them off of you, drying yourself off from the towel you had left on Javi’s bed from your shower earlier. Javi did the same, shedding his sweatpants and throwing them next to yours before you both crawled under the covers, curling into each other. You pulled the comforter up over you, nestling against the warmth of Javi’s body. Laying your head on Javi’s chest, Javi ran his fingers through the ends of your hair, still damp from your swim. It wasn’t until you hit the bed that you realized just how exhausted you were, barely keeping your eyes open, your eyelids heavy with sleep.

“Javi?” You asked, looking up at him, your voice low and soft, letting out a quiet yawn. 

“Yes, Osita?” He peered down at you, fingers still twisting through your locks. 

“You really love me?” 

He chuckled warmly, planting a soft kiss on the top of your head. “I really do. Con todo mí corazón. (With all my heart.) Get some sleep, Hermosa, I’ll see you in the morning, okay?” 

He paused, waiting for you to respond. 

“Hermosa?”  

The only thing he heard after that were your sweet snores humming against his chest, you already sound asleep in his arms. He gave you one more kiss on the head before pulling you closer, shutting his eyes as he whispered one last goodnight.  “Buenas noches, Osita. Soy un hombre afortunado. Tienes todo mí corazón para siempre. Te amo.” (Good night, Osita. I’m a lucky man. You have all of my heart, forever. I love you.)

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Special Sauce and Stork Paintings

Description: To Charmy, all meals are important, but this may be one of the most important meals of her life. Or it would be...if her husband Rill wasn't so oblivious and bad at guessing games that is...

Rating: G

Warnings: Nothing But Fluff Here!

Fandom: Black Clover

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Domestic Bliss, Slice of Life, Married Friends, Self-Indulgent

Relationships: Charmy Pappitson/Rill Boismortier

Characters: Charmy Pappitson and Rill Boismortier

Word Count: 1296

Link to original post on AO3. Please do not repost to another site. Thank you for reading!

Story Below the Cut

With a sigh, Charmy brought her sauce to a low simmer. She gave it a thorough stir before picking up a nearby spoon and giving it a taste. It was still missing something… She just wasn’t sure what that was exactly. Sighing again, she twisted her mouth to one side in concentration, combing through her spice rack trying to decide what ingredients she should add. She supposed it was fine as it was, but she wanted it to be better, perfect even, if she could manage it. Every meal was an important one as far as Charmy was concerned, and she always tried her best to make the most perfect delicious dishes, but this meal was special. It might be one of the most important meals of her entire life.

“Mhmm…that smells delicious,” Rill hummed affectionately as he wrapped his arms around her waist hugging her from the back and pressing his chin to her shoulder. “What are you making, Mrs. Boismortier?”

Charmy rolled her eyes with an almost affection as he kissed her cheek. They had been married for years—she would have expected the novelty of calling her that to have worn off by now.

“You’re such a goofball,” she teased, giving her sauce another stir.

“You didn’t answer my question. Unless you want me to guess…?” Chuckling, Rill reached for a clean spoon, but before he could dip it into the saucepan for a taste, Charmy playfully swatted his hand away.

“Stop that. It’s not done yet.” Rill pouted playfully but eventually conceded—placing the spoon on the counter as Charmy reached for two of her spice jars and sprinkled some into the saucepan. She stirred, then took a taste. She smiled. “Now it’s done.”

Rill beamed at her. “Great! Let’s eat! I’m starving!”

“I’m glad, la,” she said with a playful kiss on his nose. “That is barbeque sauce.” She pointed to the steaming saucepan. “For the—”

“Ribs?” Rill cut her off, his face practically lighting up as he noticed the pan filled with the roasted meat. “Can I paint them?”

“It’s called basting…” Charmy sighed with a shake of her head and a lopsided twitch of her mouth. “But sure, have at it.”

A smile tugged at Charmy’s lips as she watched Rill positively beaming as he covered the ribs in barbeque sauce with long strokes of the basting brush. It was his favourite part of cooking—besides plating dishes, adding garnishes, and decorating pastries—and he took it very seriously, even taking a step back to examine the ribs between the frame he made with his hands as if they were a work of art rather than just their dinner. It was not long before the ribs, the pan, the counter, and Rill were all thoroughly covered in barbeque sauce.

“You’ve got sauce all over you, la,” she teased as she wiped some off of his cheek and put the ribs back into the oven for their last few minutes of cooking time before she took one of Rill’s hands. “You’ve got paint under your fingernails again too. Why don’t you wash up? It’ll be another 10 or 15 minutes before the ribs are ready.”

Nodding, Rill shrugged his shoulders before disappearing through the kitchen door. He returned right as the ribs were cooling off. “Perfect timing!” he said with a smile. “You ready to eat?”

“Always.”

Usually on a special occasion such as this she would have insisted on plating their food—or would have let Rill plate the food since he was so fond of it—but since it was clear that Rill was in such a hurry to eat, she supposed they could just serve themselves buffet-style. Even so, Rill’s plate looked like something from her and Vanessa’s restaurant. He even pulled a sprig of rosemary out of the little spice garden in the kitchen windowsill to set on top of his potatoes as a garnish. Charmy supposed it was possible Rill had picked the rosemary at random, but she liked to think he had been learning all of the different spices from her and knew that rosemary was, in fact, one of the main ingredients in their potatoes that evening. The thought made her smile.

With full plates, they made their way into the dining room. Charmy had lost track of how many times it had been repainted over the course of their marriage—as repainting the rooms of their house seemed to be Rill’s favourite pastime or perhaps his favourite method for dispelling boredom. It was currently a sky blue with a mural of flying white birds with long, black-tipped wings on the far wall. Storks.

Charmy stifled a chuckle. Her husband had a bad case of baby fever, as Vanessa would probably say, and those little white birds had been popping up everywhere in his paintings and murals for the last several months since they had started seriously discussing the possibility of starting a family.

“So what are we having tonight?” Rill asked, and Charmy’s smile widened.

“Well, we have some baby carrots with a brown sugar glaze. Some sauteed baby bella mushrooms. Some rosemary baby red potatoes, and then some baby back ribs.”

Rill hummed before he put a forkful of potatoes in his mouth. “It’s delicious. Thank you.”

“There’s a theme, la.”

“A theme?” Rill asked—looking up from his plate. Charmy nodded excitedly, unable to hold back the near giddy grin that tugged at her mouth.

“Something all the foods have in common.”

Rill’s brow furrowed, and he examined his plate very carefully. “They’re all warm colors!”

Blinking at him, Charmy sighed and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Of course, Rill would think of something artsy and out of the box like that. “Well…yes…but that wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, la…”  

“Hmm…” He tilted his head to the left; then hummed again tilting his head to the right. “Hmm… I don’t know. Can I have a hint?”

“How about I tell you the foods again?” suggested Charmy, something sparkling in her eyes as she began to point to each one in succession on her plate. “Baby carrots. Baby bella mushrooms.”

“Baby carrots, and baby bella mushrooms,” Rill repeated with a thoughtful nod.

“Baby red potatoes—”

“They’re all vegetables?” Rill interrupted before he stopped himself—twisting his mouth to one side and thoughtfully pressing his hand to his chin. “Well…I guess, except the ribs.”

“The baby back ribs,” Charmy corrected him pointedly.

“Right. The baby back…” His voice trailed, and his eyes widened with realization as they met hers. “The baby—baby…” he began to stammer almost incoherently as his face lit up with the brightest most excited smile. “Are you…? Are we…?”

Charmy beamed at him, nodded enthusiastically. “Mhmm…” She gave her stomach a pat, just in case he somehow still didn’t get it, and he practically jumped up from his seat at the table and rushed over to her, picking her up and twirling her around. Through her laughter, she barely managed a breathy, “Rill. Rill, put me down.”

Once her feet were firmly planted on the dining room floor again, he gently cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. “We—we’re having a baby!”

“I take it you’re happy?” she asked with a smile, and he beamed right back at her.  

“Happy? I’m ecstatic! This is the best news ever! I’m going to think of a great mural to paint in the baby’s room—maybe some flowers or trees or a pond with some ducks…”

“Well…”—Charmy teased with a chuckle—“the good news is you won’t have to paint any storks anymore.”

And he didn’t. At least, not until he wanted to give their son a younger sibling…

[simpforgojosatoru]

HOME SWEET HOME (One-Shot) - Gojo Satoru x F! Reader

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x F! Reader/Gojo Satoru x OC

Rating: NC-17

Summary:  Satoru has been away on an overseas trip for a little over a month, and he’s coming back home today, and you decide to give him a welcome-home surprise.

Your loving and goofball of a boyfriend- the strongest jujutsu sorcerer had been away for a little over a month on an overseas trip, you both have missed each other a great deal, while the phone calls and Facetime had tide you both over, still nothing compares to the physical intimacy and closeness that you both so craved. Finally, the counting down is over, he’ll be home tonight, so here you are at your shared penthouse preparing a big surprise for him to come home to; a big, hearty, home welcoming meal, and something extra special for your special man. You are constantly keeping an eye on the time, and making sure everything will be ready by the time when he arrives.

*Time skip*

The ice cream is almost done, and Satoru should be here any minute now, and you are very excited to see him again, soon you will be back in one another’s arms. Satoru was exhausted; he got his luggage out of the taxi, sighing with relief as soon as he stepped into the elevator, very happy to be finally home and soon to reunite with his baby girl. When the elevator dinged, signaling arrival to the penthouse floor, all traces of tiredness vanished, and replaced by excitement and surprise as soon as he stepped out; he was greeted by both sight and smell, the sight of the dining table being all laid out with food, and the smell of the delicious food, that was undoubtedly prepared and cooked by his dearly beloved, and not to mention that there is a bottle of red wine chilling in an ice bucket as well. He dropped his bags in the hallway immediately, and started calling out for you.

“Y/N, baby…? Where are you? I’m home,” Satoru called.

Your heart leap with excitement, and as you were about to call back out, Satoru has already found his way to the kitchen, and both your faces lit up at seeing the other. He rushed to you without a word; he enveloped you in a tight embrace, and burrowed his head into the crook of your neck.

“Oh baby, baby, I’ve missed you so much,” Satoru stated, breathing deep in and out, relieved to be back in your arms.

“I’ve missed you ever so much too, Toru,” you state. “I’m so happy you are home now.”

Satoru grinned happily at you, from behind his blindfold, “I am too and for all that stuff out there. I know it must have taken you a long time to prepare and cook. Thank you very much, baby. It is very nice to come home to all these.”

“The dessert is just done too,” you add with a grin. “Vanilla and chocolate ice cream…”

Satoru grinned and licked his lips, “Sound delicious.”

“So, how was the trip?” you query.

Satoru nodded, “It was pretty good, and we had a lot of fun…”

“Exorcising curses or the jujutsu conference?” you ask with an eyebrow raised. “Or the sightseeing…?”

Satoru rolled his eyes at your insinuation of his laziness. He didn’t notice what you are wearing until you pull away to open the freezer to check on the ice cream, and he was stunned to see you wearing his high-end Givenchy black, long leather coat that goes down to just below your kneecaps.

“Honey, what are you wearing?” Satoru asked, stunned.

After closing the freezer door, you turn around, and say innocently, “Your very expensive Givenchy leather coat, you okay with that?”

Satoru nodded, “I’m okay with that, I am totally cool with that, babe.”

“Really…?” you ask, raising an eyebrow playfully, as you stalk closer and closer to him.

Satoru, though sensing something was up, still nodded calmly and seriously, “Yes, I am cool with that, honestly. I was just really surprised to see you wearing it, that’s all.”

You have walked up to him real close now, and you smile at him teasingly. Satoru swallowed nervously as he saw the teasing look in your eyes.

“Are you really cool with that? If you really do mind, I don’t mind taking it off,” you say teasingly, your fingers start undoing the buttons of the long leather coat.

His eyes widened, jaws dropped low, and he gasped with disbelief, while you continue to stare at him teasingly; you have undone all the buttons and revealed that you are utterly nude underneath. Satoru sucked in a deep breath, and gulped nervously. You wrap your arms around his neck; you continue to smile teasingly, and the front of the coat now only spread wider, your luscious naked body now completely exposed to his very eyes, and you lean in to kiss him sensually on the neck. He gasped at the sudden assault to his neck, but he loved it at the same time, and he started moaning and groaning as you continue kissing and sucking his neck. He did not expect to come home to any of these at all, he did not expect a hearty meal waiting for him, and he certainly did not expect you to be dressed so sexily like a sex kitten, and he certainly is not complaining, and in fact he is starting to enjoy it.

He decided to play your game, he pulled away abruptly, taking you by surprise, but then you see the serious look in his eyes, and you lick your lips teasingly and playfully. He growled, and quickly ripped the coat from your body.

“I do, I mind you wearing it,” Satoru stated heatedly.

You pout, “But you just said that you don’t mind me wearing it.”

With a wicked glint in his eyes, Satoru leaned in to kiss and suck your neck; you throw your head back and moaned. He moved from your neck to your ear, his lips not detaching from your skin, sliding up the contours of your neck and cheek until he reached your ear, he licked your ear lobe and you almost buckled, and whispered hotly, “But I prefer you naked.”

You moan and grin as Satoru continued to assault your neck. “Fair enough…”

His hands slid down your back to your buttocks and his hips thrust forward to tell you how hard he is, you grin, but you stop his hands, and pull way. You turn back with a playful shake of your pert bottom, and you look back to him, and wink. “Not right now, we have dinner to eat.”

Satoru growled, but then his lips formed a sly grin. “As much as I hate to put your efforts to waste, I’d rather have you instead, and you know very well how hard I am for you right now.”

You turn around, wagging a finger at him, “No, no, baby, we will have dinner first, then we can play.”

Satoru’s mouth twitched.

You smile and sit him down at the dining table, “Come on, let’s eat, dear.”

Satoru sat down grudgingly, he is all turned on, and now he has to wait till after dinner to have his fun. He glared at you sitting opposite him, you smile teasingly, and the fact that you are totally naked is not helping at all, he could feel himself getting harder and harder every minute, and it’s killing him. You laugh a tinkling laugh on noticing how grouchy your boyfriend is, and you just sit back in your chair, cross your legs and arms, and continue looking at him teasingly.

Satoru growled; his erection became increasingly uncomfortable in the confines of his trousers.  

“Aw, Toru baby, I promise you, I am entirely yours if you are a good boy and eat your meal,” you state with a wink.

Satoru smirked, “Really…? Completely mine to play?”

You smile sexily, took a sensual sip of your red wine, “To play, to do, to screw, to fuck, to make love…”

Satoru choked on his drink, but he quickly calmed down, and he continued to smirk. He could not believe the words that came out of your mouth, if you are planning to seduce him, you have already succeeded, and the huge prize is waiting for him at the end, when after dinner, you will be fully under his control.

“After dinner…?” Satoru asked.

“After dinner,” you promise. “My dear, don’t worry, we have all the time in the world.”

Satoru grinned, “I’m counting on it.”

You both eat contentedly; with a very teasing look being thrown across the table to one another now and then. Although the looks were teasing and playful, but what was going through Satoru’s mind was serious, the food was delicious, and he felt ever so lucky as he ate, after having experienced a series of casual flings, and relationship failures, he has finally landed with the one, the one who genuinely loves him for him, and cares for him, not because of who he is, what did he ever do to deserve this perfect girl?

“You know, baby, I’m all done, there is just the dessert left,” you state teasingly. “I am just waiting for you.”

Satoru grinned, swished the red wine in his wine glass, took a sensual sip, “Like you said, babe, we have all the time in the world, and I have a better idea for the dessert.”

As soon as Satoru swallowed his last bite of the steak, he smiled seductively at you, you smile back teasingly, he got up slowly and walked over to you, he leaned down and cradled your neck, and he kissed you deeply and lovingly. As you engage in a hot kissing session, he lifts you up from your seat, and you both kiss some more before he pulled back with a grin.

“I’m just going to go and get the dessert, babe,” Satoru stated with a grin.

After fumbling in the kitchen, he came back out with the tub of double ice cream and two spoons, flashed a Cheshire cat grin, held out a hand for you to take, and led you in to the bedroom. You sit down and lie back in bed, looking and smiling at him teasingly, as if to say “Come and get me.” Satoru grinned at you sexily as he stripped off in front of you, but he left his boxers on, you raise an eyebrow at him, he grinned and removed his blindfold. He stared at you teasingly as he played and twirled his blindfold in his hands with his beautiful fingers.

You look questioningly at him, “What are you up to?”

Satoru chuckled, “Relax, darling, I’m just going to blindfold you, is that alright with you?”

You nod with a laugh, “Yeah, I am okay with it, not that I don’t mind a little kinkiness here now and then.”

It was now his turn to raise an eyebrow. “When did you become so kinky? I think you are the one who is kinky.”

You roll your eyes, “I honestly will not mind a little kinky play now and then, but let’s admit it, we are both kinky.”

Satoru chuckled, “That we are.”

He sat in front of you, smiling at you with love and excitement in his beautiful cerulean eyes; and he slid the blindfold over your eyes. Sliding his hands up and down your arms, he spoke softly against your ear, “Relax, babe, you trust me, right?”

You nod, “Yes, of course.”

Satoru pushed you gently to lie back down. He stood at the end of the bed admiring you for a while with a contented grin; he knew his baby girl was nervous, he watched your chest rise and fall as you anticipate his next move. You are a little nervous, with your eyesight temporarily disabled, all your other senses are heightened, your heart rate increasing rapidly, but you breathe in deep and out in slow while excitedly waiting for what Satoru will do.

Satoru then climbed onto the bed, kneeling gently over you, your hips just touching, he leaned down to give you a deep, loving kiss, but he quickly withdrew, causing you to pout. He grinned, and ran a slender finger along your lips to stop you from pouting. He then reached over the bedside table to grab the tub of ice cream and spoon. Hearing the clanging of the silverware only caused your anticipation to increase, and your breathing began to quicken. He grinned as he dug the spoon into the ice cream, scooped some ice cream, and licked off the spoon.

“Yummy,” Satoru stated with a smack of his lips.

You suck in a deep breath, and he chuckled.

“But I bet it’d be much tastier if I eat it off somewhere,” Satoru stated with a wicked grin.

Dipping the spoon into the tub for more ice cream, Satoru placed the spoon at your lips, letting you have a teasing taste of your own work, then he grinned salaciously as he started his torture, as he slid the spoon down from your chin, along your neck, down your chest, paying special attention to your breasts, and down to your tummy, constantly scooping and dropping the ice cream on to your bare skin, and you hissed at the extreme coldness as the ice cream made contact with your skin.

Once he finished, Satoru sat back on his heels as he grinned proudly at his handiwork, you are now effectively a human plate, with dollops of ice cream all over your chest, breasts and tummy, he chuckled wickedly as he chucked the spoon aside, and dove down to lick and suck you all over. You moan, your hands flew behind your head to grab hold of the headboard and you arched your back, as soon as you felt Satoru’s rough tongue licking, sucking and nipping your skin. Cradling your hip, he ran his tongue slowly up your tummy and navel, eating up scoops of ice cream, enjoying every taste and savoring every drop.

“Hm…I was right, very delicious,” Satoru commented, smacking his lips, with a grin.

Satoru continued his licking and sucking, and just as his tongue reached the underside of your left breast, your anticipation heightened, your breathing quickened, and when he surprised you by swiping your nipple with his rough tongue, and giving the right one the same treatment, your knees buckled and your legs kicked.

“Easy there, tiger,” Satoru chuckled, placing his hands on your thighs. “All in good time, darling.”

Satoru spent his sweet time eating the ice cream off your breasts, his tongue and mouth laving and sucking your nipples for much longer than necessary, even after the ice cream was cleaned up, and you continue to moan and writhe underneath him, and you threw your arms down from the headboard to hold on to him, and he chuckled against your skin.

“You are total perfection, baby,” Satoru stated with a satisfied sigh.

“Are you done with the foreplay yet?” you whine.

Satoru laughed as he took off the blindfold, you find Satoru grinning down at you, he leaned down to draw you into a deep, loving kiss, and you respond to the kiss as your arms held on to him. Satoru moved between your hips and wrap your legs around his waist and without warning, he thrusted in hard and rough, causing you to gasp into the kiss. You both have gone 1 month without sex, and now your vaginal walls are gripping him hot and tight, he moaned as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

“You are so hot and tight, fuck!” Satoru moaned with a chuckle. “You really missed me, huh?”

“Oh, you have no idea…”

“You are squeezing me so good!” Satoru groaned hotly.

“Looks like you’ve missed me too, huh?” you ask cockily.

Satoru grinned, “The phone calls and phone sex weren’t satisfying enough.”

Without another word, Satoru began thrusting and pulling, and with every thrust he bottomed out to your womb, you both moaned sexily as he sped up his pace, fucking you relentlessly. As Satoru continued to move inside you, him being the strongest, able to keep up the speed he’s making love to you, you don’t know how long you have been going at it, you may already have come more than once or twice, and you held onto him, your fingernails digging into his skin, he winced but he continued to move his kisses down to your neck, whispering sweet words into your ear as he moaned and groaned, as he drove you both to orgasm.

“You feel so fucking good, baby girl!” Satoru moaned huskily. “I love you, I love you!”

Cupping his face as you look into his ocean blue eyes lovingly, “I love you.”

Satoru grinned, “This is the best welcome-home I’ve ever had.”

[moonlit-han]

pasta ↠ bang chan

genre: fluff word count: 1.3k warnings: none request: no

✧ masterlist & tag list info in bio ✧

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You were in the kitchen of your apartment making pasta. You’d learned how to make pasta from your friend’s grandmother, and enjoyed the methodical process to create your favorite food. There was something so calming about it: mixing the ingredients, kneading the dough, then pulling it through the pasta press to be wonderfully thin. You were lucky enough to have a hand-cranked pasta machine—one that clamped onto the counter and required so, so much turning of the handle. You’d already mixed the dough and then let it rest for a couple hours, so now you were ready to make the noodles.

“Honey, could you come in here for a minute?” you called to your boyfriend, Chan.

As he ambled into the kitchen, he giggled. You’d forgotten to wear an apron, so your front was covered in flour. Chan thought you looked like a little mochi, all dusted and, as he knew, sweeter than sugar.

“Aah, pasta,” he sighed happily. “Need help pulling it?”

“Yeah—thanks, babe! Could you turn the crank on the pasta maker?” you asked. Your request for him to turn the handle was completely self-indulgent—you knew his forearm muscles and veins would look great, especially if you not-so-accidentally pushed too-thick dough through the device. 

After dividing and rolling out the dough into sheets, and liberally flouring the first one, you began to feed them one by one through the slit at the top of the machine. Chan steadily turned the handle as you pulled the dough through so that it was pressed thinner and thinner each time it passed through the pasta maker. You loved it when you could work as a team. The two of you quickly fell into a steady rhythm: flour, feed, crank, and pull. Once you had repeated this several times with the press’s rounded plates coming together at increasingly thinner settings, you laid out the dough. You and Chan then rolled each length of dough into logs. 

With sharp knives, you both began cutting the rolls into thin strips that would eventually be shaken out into coils. As you intently cut your dough, you didn’t notice what Chan was doing. Glancing up, you saw not long, coiled ribbons of dough on the counter in front of your boyfriend, but small versions of his favorite dinosaur drawing. They were so cute—you couldn’t be mad—but you still put on a disgruntled face.

“Don’t you like them, babygirl?” Chan pouted. He set down his knife and turned to you, snaking his arms around your waist. Playfully, you tried to pull away, but Chan’s arms around you were firm. He rested his head on your shoulder, nuzzling your neck. 

“Of course I do, you goofball! They’re adorable, just like you.” Turning your head, you kissed his nose. “You gotta let me go, though, so I can finish cutting these. I don’t want them to dry out.” Reluctantly, Chan went back to cutting out his dinosaurs, but not before properly ribboning several portions of the dough. He didn’t want to be completely unhelpful. 

The next part of dinner to make was the sauce. While you would’ve preferred to make it from fresh tomatoes, you didn’t have that luxury, and had to settle for canned ones. Chan chopped onions to sauté in butter with salt and pepper, and you prepared the mushrooms, sweet peppers, and herbs. You particularly liked rosemary and thyme, as well as the obligatory garlic, in your sauce. Combining all the ingredients together with the tomatoes, you brought the mixture to a boil, then let it simmer. You also put on a large pot of water to boil for the noodles.

The smell of the sauce was heavenly. You thought there could be no better aphrodisiac. There must have been some truth to this because you padded over to Chan, who was doing the dishes from your pasta making, and slipped your hands up under his shirt to run your fingers over his abs. 

“Love, what are you doing . . .” he asked, freezing.

“Nothiiiiiiing,” you teased as you hooked your thumbs into his belt loops.

Drying his hands, Chan gently took your wrists and faced you. “Not now, dumpling. We’ll forget about dinner if you go any further, and we wouldn’t want that, would we.”

Humphing, you shook your head. He knew you too well—you’d do anything for good spaghetti.

With only a few minutes left on the sauce, you took out the noodles you’d set aside for dinner. The rest were drying and would be stored for later. You added the noodles to the water, and, of course, Chan managed to sneak his dinosaurs into the pot while you weren’t looking. After all, why be a serious adult when he could still have fun with pasta? 

Finally, the meal was ready. You and Chan sat down at your little table, candles gracing it to create a romantic atmosphere. Chan insisted on having candles at dinner because, as he said, “Why not make every meal with the woman I love special?” You didn’t complain. You loved this side of your boyfriend. 

You were practically bouncing in your seat as Chan served out one, large portion of pasta for the two of you to share. Little dinosaurs hid among the noodles. You raised an eyebrow, but Chan just grinned as he noticed your discovery. You ladled the sauce onto the noodles, then grated more parmesan cheese onto the dish than Chan thought was possible.

As you set the grater down, you couldn’t help but notice how the candlelight flickered across Chan’s features. His dark brown eyes glittered as if he was always laughing on the inside. The locks of brown hair at his temples curled sweetly, and his bangs swept up from his forehead to make him look nearly princely. Even in black jeans and a t-shirt, he was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen. And he was yours.

“Sweetheart, are you lost in among the galaxies again?” Chan said softly, squeezing your hand. 

“Hmmm? I was just admiring you,” you admitted, bringing his hand up to kiss it.

Chan hummed and smiled. “Then, shall we eat?”

The meal was delicious. The noodles were tender, just as you liked them, and the sauce was indeed heavenly. Each time you saw one of the little dinosaurs in the bowl, you had to giggle. Even when Chan was trying to be his most romantic and serious, there would be something to make you laugh. That was just the way he was. 

The only way to describe how Chan ate noodles was all at once. You supposed it was from so many years of eating ramyeon and such. Just as he was finishing, he twirled the last of the noodles around his fork and offered them to you, trying not to drip sauce everywhere. You ate the last bite that had everything in perfect proportion, humming contentedly.

You sighed, closing your eyes as you rested your hands behind your head. Chan took the moment to revel in your beauty and happiness. His gaze took in your glossy black hair, your lovely blue-grey eyes, your lips. You’d been dating for two years and had lived together for six months, but he had never stopped marveling at your beauty. Chan leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to your mouth. You smiled against his lips and deepened the kiss, bringing your hands down to tangle in his hair. After a few minutes of slow kissing, you paused.

“Channie, don’t you think we should continue this somewhere else?” you said.

“I’d love to, babygirl,” Chan replied and took your hand, leading you to your bedroom.

It was going to be a good night.

[gustafsnightangel]

Shattered Lives Ch 23 Pt 2

He let her sleep in, knowing that tomorrow she’d have to be up at five and rushing around. With the kids ready and lunches made he watched her sleep, etching that picture in his mind. He sat on the edge of the bed and toyed with her hair, content as it fell through his fingers. She didn’t stir which told him she’d slept heavy and well, which was what he was after. He kissed the nape of her neck and she breathed in sharply, head wobbling up off the pillow as she got her bearings.

“Cases to slay my lovely lawyer.” He murmured, kissing her temple as her head flopped back on the pillow.

“I was hoping time had stopped so you’d still be snuggled with me.” She chuckled.

“The sooner I go the sooner I’ll be back.”

She rolled and looked at him. Crisp white shirt and jeans. Was the guy TRYING to kill her. She hooked a finger into the V and pulled him to her for a kiss, sinful and slow.

“You can’t kiss me like that before you have to go to work.” He growled.

“Well you shouldn’t have worn that shirt.” She shot back and grinned against his mouth. “You know what that does to me.”

“Maybe it’s all part of my plan.” His eyebrows wiggled and she laughed, he was such a goofball. “There’s always the parking garage.” He grinned and she playfully slapped him.

“You’re never gonna let me live that down are you?” She said sitting up and kissing him before climbing out of bed.

“Not a chance, besides...” He caught her around the waist with a chuckle and pulled her to him, naked and already aroused. “I like playing this game with you.” His growl sent a shot of heat to her core.

“You might get lucky at lunch. You still coming?” She asked softly.

“I’ll be there, but you’ll be the one coming love.” He kissed her, devoured that mouth until she whimpered. “Get in the shower.” He said softly. “You can’t be late.”

“Tease.” She quipped playfully.

“Pancakes?”

“Sure.” He walked her to the bathroom door before prying her hands from around his neck kissing them both.

“This weekend can’t come soon enough.” He murmured and kissed her sweetly.

“As long as you bring this shirt with you.” She grinned.

“Oh it’s already a done deal.” He chuckled and let her get in the shower.

She made his head spin and his world light up, so did the four kids at the table. Lily squealed for him with a dad dad and he cleaned her up before pulling her out of the high chair.

“Do you have to go?” Finn asked quietly.

“Only for a little bit. I’ll be back Wednesday morning.” He hugged the kid close sensing that the separation for him would be worse this time around. “It’s just work buddy and if I could, I’d take you all with me but you have school, I have work, and I need someone here to make sure Ama is ok.”

“We’ll make sure she eats.” Brendan said quietly as he watched her bedroom door, the kid knew what Gustaf was asking.

“It’s getting her to stop work and sleep that concerns me.” He chuckled. “But yes, please make sure she eats. And I have a special job for you Finn, if you’re up for it?” The kid nodded. “I need you to give Ama a big hug from me before you go to bed, when you get up, and when you get home from school ok?”

“I can do that.” His grin spread wide.”

“I knew I could count on you.” He said as he ruffled the kids hair.

She would be the death of him walking in dressed as she was. Dark brown suit, gold shirt that shimmered with burgundy, and that damn black lace he could just glimpse under it, the sky high heels that put them eye to eye, and her hair neatly coiled up in that fucking clip. His goddess, sexy as fuck.

He stood at the counter and watched as she hugged the kids and made her way over to him. With a cheeky smirk across her dark burgundy tinted lips she stopped in front of him and let her fingers sneak into the V of his open shirt. Her kiss was smoldering, that slow deep kiss that set his brain on fire.

“Good morning love.” Her purr only added to his predicament, to fuck her now quickly or make her wait. She kissed him sinfully, pouring herself into him. “Cat got your tongue?” She asked when she let him breathe again, those ocean blue eyes finding hers as she gazed at him from under her lashes.

His hand seductively trailed her hip and fanned out over her lower back before he pulled her in close. He ghosted her lips and jaw before kissing her cheek and lingering. Damn she smelled delicious.

“No, but a sex kitten might have more than my tongue.” He growled, nipping the shell of her ear gently. “You might find yourself in a predicament at lunch time.” He kissed her tenderly. “Is your office private, does it have a lock?”

“Yes.” She chuckled. “But we can’t, not there I’ll get fired if we’re caught.” She said seriously and although it would be thrilling to have him fuck her there she couldn’t risk it, shouldn’t risk it.

“There’s always the parking garage.” He quipped and her laugh had him grinning. “Either way love, I’m having you before I leave today, and we won’t get caught. I’ll make sure of it. Eat, fuel up. You’re gonna need it.” He kissed her and reluctantly let her go.

“Can you get out for lunch earlier?” He asked as he placed a plate of pancakes in front of her a little while later.

“I’ll certainly try.”

With the kids fed and clothed, lunches packed, Sildie stood on her threshold and looked at him. Her gorgeous man in a white button down and slim fitting jeans, life couldn’t be more perfect than right now she thought. That smile on his lips, only for her.

“I’ll text you when I’m on my way.” He murmured.

“You in court this morning?” He asked.

“No it’s an office day today.” She kissed him and lingered, fuck he smelled so good she wanted to bury her face in his neck and nibble.

“Good to know.” He grinned. Cupping a hand behind her neck he held her a breath away and let his eyes drift over her before he kissed her so her toes curled and her mind blanked.

“I’ll see you later.” She sighed as she stepped away and into the elevator.

He heard the devilish chuckle as she bit her lip, doors almost closed. Damn if she didn’t make him hard and wanting.

One day love.

Came his text as she got in the car and she couldn’t help the small whimper at what he’d done to her that day. He was right, every time she did it she thought about how he’d immobilized her and fucked her senseless.

He tidied up her apartment from breakfast and went home to pack, not that he’d need much. He sat with a fresh pot of tea and took care of some last minute emails and by eleven he was heading out the door for a cab. He texted her on the way and grinned, damn he wanted her, like a randy fucking teenager.

He took the short walk to her office and was surprised when the receptionist walked him straight back, she’d told them he was coming. He thanked the receptionist and was sure his smile made the girl sigh. Her office wasn’t what he’d imagined as he glanced around. Dark wood, old time male Executive. He wondered now if the light and bright office they’d made for her would be a good fit. He could always change it if she hated it.

She was standing with her boss as he entered and after the usual pleasantries were observed they were finally alone. He placed their lunch on the coffee table and let her say goodbye to her boss. She closed the door quietly and he pressed her against it gently. His kiss was tender but seductive, that erotic taste flooding her system.

“I want you.” He murmured, flicking the lock on her door quietly.

“Gustaf I’ll lose my job if we get caught.” She said honestly but her pussy clenched at the thought of him taking her here.

“Then we’ll make sure we don’t get caught.” He growled and kissed that treacherous spot below her ear. Her low moan made his cock twitch in response. “Lets eat.” He said softly. Her grin against his lips before he kissed her made him laugh. “Done by one right?”

“Yeah, I have a one o’clock with Lucas.” She smirked and felt his gaze as his hands tightened.

“Well, you’d better eat so I can see you’re properly satisfied before then.” He grinned.

They talked over their meal, plans for Christmas Eve, for Christmas Day, and skirted her birthday. He wouldn’t push that today, he wanted to be home if she was going to be mad at him or fall apart or maybe both. It was his idea, the kids just jumped on board, he’d take the heat if it came to that.

“This office doesn’t really suit you.” He said quietly. “Too dark.”

Her peal of laughter made him smile. It had been a while since he’d heard that laugh.

“To tell you the truth, I fucking hate it. It’s too dark, too much wood, too much male executive ego, if I’m being honest.” She said as she cleaned up their containers and dumped it in the trash.

“The one good thing though.” He said stepping to her and pulling her sharply into him so her spine rested against his chest. “Is it has a lock on the door.” He growled.

“We can’t. It will be my ass in a sling.”

“Do you trust me?” He murmured, and kissed her neck where her blouse had opened.

“Yes.” She sighed as he chipped away at her control.

“We won’t get caught.” He turned her in his arms and kissed her, that slow burn that made her moan softly. “You’ll have to be quiet love.” He purred as he took her by the hand and led her to her desk.

He sat in her chair and spread his legs wide so she could stand between them. Those talented hands drifted up her thighs and disappeared under the hem of her skirt slowly, bunching it up around her waist. He kissed her as a finger stroked over her g string and he groaned into her mouth.

“You’re soaked for me already love.” His arousal surged at the thought of sinking his cock into that wet heat.

He devoured her mouth as his fingers ripped her g string down and held it as she stepped out of it. Those fingers tormented her thighs on the way back up before they destroyed her pussy. He had her teetering on the edge in minutes. He spun her quickly and continued to keep her hovering on that edge as he unzipped his jeans.

Damn him and those fingers she thought as she tried desperately to hold off until he was inside her. The sound of his zipper made a soft whimper escape and she swallowed it. They’d be so fucking dead if they were caught, she’d be fired, on the spot fired. It was reckless but she found she couldn’t resist him.

“Hands on the desk.” He growled and nipped her ear.

No sooner had her palms hit the timber he stroked his head over her labia and thrust in hard. She gasped his name as he started to move, urgent powerful strokes that filled her deep. She rocked back to meet his thrusts and that was the end of them both.

He pistoned his hips, hard, fast, brutally urgent. His fingers tormented her sensitive bud and he felt her tremble.

“Go over, don’t hold back.” He growled and pounded into her, fingers furiously circling her clit.

She came hard, almost cracking her teeth she clenched them so tightly so she didn’t scream his name how she wanted to. As her pussy clamped around his cock tightly he thrust faster until his release crashed through him. He leaned forward and kissed the back of her neck before pulling out and zipping up.

With a shit eating grin he sat in her chair, cleaned her up with the scrap of lace before pocketing it, and tugged the hem of her skirt down while she stood there trembling and panting. He pulled her into his lap and kissed her tenderly.

“You’re evil.” She said pointing a finger at him, that sly smirk twitching her lips.

“Didn’t get caught though.” He grinned.

“It can’t become a regular thing.” She said sternly. “I just find it really hard to resist you when you touch me like that.”

“Thank you.” He said softly and trailed a finger down her jaw. “For indulging me.” He kissed her, that love he held onto so tightly pouring out of him.

“Don’t make it a habit ok?”

“I won’t.”

They sat there for the remaining ten minutes in each other’s arms, stolen kisses that spoke volumes.

She knew all eyes were on them as they walked out. She’d have to get used to it when they went out in public together. She didn’t like it but that was part of his deal, the celebrity he was.

“Looks like you turned my admin into a puddle of goo, what did you say to her?” She chuckled when they were waiting for the elevator.

“Hello.” He said simply. “She was a little stunned when I told her I was here for you.”

“I don’t think she believed me when I said you would be joining me for lunch.” She said and as soon as the elevator doors opened his mouth found hers destroying every thought in her brain. He left her dizzy.

“I’ll call you when I land.” There was no way in hell he was going to fuck this up again.

“See that you do love.” She kissed him tenderly. “You’re my everything Gustaf, remember that when it gets rough ok?”

“I’ll text you or call you if it gets bad. I promise.” That was a promise he had every intention on keeping from here on out. “Bye love.” He kissed her again and couldn’t help notice the lawyer sitting in the waiting room watching them as he drew back. It was her opposing counsel. He grinned and kissed her like it was with his last dying breath. Mine it said, hands and eyes off.

“Bye. Be safe please.” She said, her voice quavering.

“Always.” As the doors closed she let the steadying breath out. His last kiss left her lightheaded and swimming in arousal.

She straightened herself and walked back to the office as if nothing had just transpired. She saw the look her admin gave her and chuckled. Gustaf has ruined her, poor kid.

“Hi Lucas, come on back.” She said cheerfully, there was no stopping the smile.

Lucas waited until they were in the conference room alone before asking.

“So you’re dating a Skarsgård?” He asked quietly.

“I am, however that’s not up for discussion, even an off the record discussion.” She said firmly.

“You know his history?” Lucas asked, he was concerned and he was also painfully in love with her. What did the junkie have that he didn’t he wondered.

“Lucas, I appreciate your concern, but yes, I do know his history, and I’ll say it again, it’s not up for discussion.” She glared at him. He knew that glare. “My private life and who I choose to date is none of anyone’s business, including yours. Drop. It.”

He put his hands up in an I surrender. “I just want to see you happy Sil. The kids...”

“Are fine.” She snapped cutting him off and glared at him over her glasses. “And I am happy.” She said with a smile and a finality he knew all to well. “Deliriously. Now, let’s talk depositions.” She opened the file he’d placed on the table and pushed her anger down. “Also, don’t call me Sil, you know I fucking hate it.” She glared at him and he knew he’d crossed a line.

She walked Lucas out and closed the door to her office for a brief moment breathing out a shaky sigh. Where the fuck did he get off she thought, the anger bubbling up? She got the whole looking out for her thing but where the fuck did he get off? She was a grown ass woman, raising her brothers four kids, in love with a man that had given her more in the past few months than anyone had ever done throughout her entire life, with the exception of her brother. It irritated her when people stuck their nose into her business, her private life.

She was responsible for the safety of those kids not Lucas. And in what fucking universe did he think it was ok to call her Sil, only her brother got to call her that? Her inner fury was interrupted by Gustaf’s tone and she smiled, he’d landed.

“Hi lovely lady.” He murmured, she could hear the smile in his voice.

“Hi.” She breathed out relieved, and tried to contain the anger in her voice.

“You ok?” He asked. Fuck she thought the man picked up on that anger and frustration from one word, damn it he knew her too well.

“Yeah, just shit, I’ll be ok, can we talk about it when you get home?” She asked quickly.

“Of course. Unless you want me to phone in later tonight and we can chat? Get it off your chest so it’s not eating at you?” Please, he thought, please let me in love, he pleaded silently.

“Yeah ok. I’m sorry.” She didn’t want to tell him about Lucas because, well, all males got possessive and pissy when another male either showed interest or upset their woman. She knew Gustaf would be no different and with the Ana stuff still hanging over them she didn’t want to spark something while not face to face.

“It’s fine love, together remember?” He had no idea what had upset her but he wouldn’t have it destroying her over the next few days while he was away.

“Ok.” She breathed out, feeling somewhat better that he would be there to listen.

“Whatever it is love we’ll tackle it together. Breathe.” He said softly, and smiled when she let the stressed out breath she was holding whoosh out. “I have a dinner meeting tonight. I’ll call after, around ten or so?”

“I’ll be up.” She scoffed. “Reading as usual.”

“I had no doubt.” He chuckled. “I miss you Sildie.” He said softly.

“I miss you too, so ridiculously.” She chuckled. “I have to go my four o’clock is here.” She said as her next client walked in the door.

“I’ll call you tonight love.”

“Ok, Bye.” She hung up, squared her shoulders, and got back to business. She couldn’t let this minor hiccup derail her or the progress her and Gustaf had made in the past week.

Gustaf tapped his phone in his hand thinking while they drove to the hotel. His thoughts ran to the worst case scenario that someone had heard them fooling around in her office and she had been fired, but she was still at work so maybe that wasn’t it. It wasn’t grief either, he knew that sound in her voice and this was more annoyance and irritation than grief. He’d give her the time this afternoon to chew on it before prying it from her, it was how her brain worked. She needed time to process it before she dealt with it.

The remainder of her day went by quickly and without fuss, just how she liked it. The kids were a little down as they came home knowing Gustaf wouldn’t be there tonight. However their faces lit up when he squeezed a quick five minute call in before his dinner meeting to talk to them.

She stayed in the kitchen while they had their time with Gustaf. Her heart lightened hearing the laughs and jokes fly between them, Lily perched on Brendan’s lap squealing a dad dad at him. His laugh was relaxed, unrestrained. Sildie grinned, he was moving past it all, finding that peace he craved, he deserved.

Dinner was happier, the call with Gustaf being just what they needed. Reassureance, that connection with him, that they were important, that he cared. Finn came out to her well after she’d tucked them in and wrapped his arms around her tightly.

“You ok kiddo?” She said ripping her glasses off. She was a little concerned as he’d gone to bed without fuss.

“Yep, I just promised Gustaf I’d give you big hugs from him before bed because you’d miss him hugging you.” He said and hugged her again. “I forgot to do that before bed.”

Her heart got stuck in her throat. “You give the best hugs.” She said softly and hugged him tightly.

“Do you miss him?”

“Gustaf?” She asked and the kid nodded. “Very much. But he has work to do, just like me, and just like you have school. It’ll get easier.” She hoped, fuck she hoped it did because today seemed harder than the ones before it.

“Night Ama, love you.”

“Love you too. Back to bed now, straight to sleep.” She watched him go and smiled, Gustaf had tried to ease them into this separation and her heart swelled.

She was deeply in lawyer land when he called.

“There’s my beautiful lawyer.” He said as his face popped up on the screen. Damn she missed him, that smile, those crows feet she desperately wanted to rub her thumb over. “Sorry it’s so late love, I got tied up.” He said as she looked at the clock, it was just after eleven.

“It’s ok I’m still reading.” She smiled and put her work to the side. She picked up the laptop and moved it to the kitchen counter so she could make tea. “Everything go ok for you?”

“It was fine, those meetings are always laid back.”

“Thank you for calling earlier, the kids were miserable on the way home knowing you weren’t going to be here tonight.” She said gently. “I miss you.” Her voice was quiet.

“I miss you too love.” He could see it, the sadness that they were miles apart. “I figured they would be feeling a little down. They doing better now?”

“Yes, they’re good. We had another long talk about you being away for work. It’ll be fine, with time it’ll get easier.” She sighed. “I hope.”

“I’m sorry love.” He knew it was tougher on the kids, which by default made it harder on Sildie.

“Don’t be. You’re doing what you love. Never apologize for that.” She looked at him and he nodded. She wouldn’t be that person, she wouldn’t be Ana.

“So what got under your skin and irritated you love?” He asked carefully.

“Fuck where do I start!” She huffed as the kettle boiled.

“Start with what happened after I left that put that anger in those beautiful eyes.” He said gently. He would listen, he wouldn’t get upset, he had to be her rock just as she was his when he was feeling the same way.

“I was irritated when someone poked their nose into my private life. It’s none of their fucking business who I date and even if it was they don’t get to tell me to be careful because of your past history. And they certainly don’t get to try to throw the kids in the conversation.” She felt the fury bubble up. Ok maybe she was angrier about it than she first thought.

“I’m assuming the mention of my history was prior to my sobriety?” He asked carefully. It wasn’t a secret he’d been a party animal along with the drugs and alcohol and women.

“I didn’t ask for them to elaborate. It’s none of their fucking business, or mine for that matter.” She grumbled.

“I’m an open book with you Sildie, if you want to know something you only have to ask.” He looked at her and saw her shoulders relax.

“I know.” She breathed out. “I know you’ll answer anything I ask about that side of your life but to be honest I don’t need to know. That was then, this is now, and you’re sober. That’s all that matters.”

“Look at me love.” He said gently as his heart swelled to bursting at her trust in him. He continued when she did. “Most people, look for the bad in everything, in everyone. It’s worse for those of us in the limelight. I don’t give a shit what they say about me Sildie, because I know the truth and I know what I am now. I’ve moved on from that part of my life. I’m sober and that allows me to be with you. I know what happens if I slip up and I have absolutely no intention of allowing that to happen.” His tone was low and soft, not a hint of anger and it soothed her. “Ever.”

“But what right does he have to fucking stick his nose into our business, your past?”

“Absolutely none, and I’m assuming you told him as much.” He was struggling to stay calm when he wanted to know who the guy was and rip him apart for making her feel this way. He had his suspicions who it was but couldn’t be sure.

“I did.” She breathed out and scrubbed a hand over her face. “Rather abruptly.” She poured her tea and took the laptop back to the table to sit. “Even though he was one of Quinn’s best friends it doesn’t give him the right to ask those questions and pry.” She spat half heartedly.

“No it doesn’t.” He let the anger dissipate, he had to tread carefully here. The fact it tied back to her brother was a recipe for potential disaster. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.” She shrugged and sipped her tea.

“Are you talking about opposing counsel?” He asked, keeping the irritation out of his voice. Willed his body to stay relaxed and neutral even though it was as taught as a bow string. Jealousy was an ugly emotion and he knew deep down he had no need to be feeling it.

“Opposing counsel?” She looked puzzled until the penny dropped. The only opposing counsel he would know was Lucas from the Meyertech case. “Yes, Lucas. Sorry, it took me a bit to put two and two together, you haven’t officially met him yet.” She said quietly.

“Not yet.” He growled, and it wasn’t that seductive growl that made her wet either. This was primal and exactly why she was hesitant in mentioning him. “You know he’s sweet on you.” He said half joking, half wanting to beat the guy bloody.

“I know.” She said watching him carefully.

His eyebrow shot up. “You know?” He huffed out trying desperately to keep that jealousy he felt well and truly out of it and under control.

“Yes. Lucas and I went to university together with Quinn.” She told him. “Are you jealous?” She asked seriously the lawyer surfacing. She wasn’t about to let this get out of hand and she knew, just knew, this went back to Ana.

“I don’t know. Do I need to be?” He said honestly. “The look he gave you as he walked away said enough of what he’d like to have happen between you two.”

“I know exactly what he wants to happen between us Gustaf. I’m not completely oblivious.” She said sternly, she wouldn’t let this get out of hand while they were miles apart. “He’s always has a thing for me. He asked while we were at university, before I left for the US, every time I came back for a visit, and he asked when I first came home to Sweden for the kids, it will be the same answer now as it was then, no.” She watched him carefully. “An unequivocal no.” She didn’t want to have this conversation over the phone but it looked as though they were having it regardless. “I don’t want him Gustaf, I’ve never wanted him.” She looked at the man she adored, the vulnerability in those dusty blue eyes making her heart sink.

“I’m just being stupid aren’t I?” He huffed, a little disgusted at himself for ever doubting her, for ever feeling that jealousy.

“Not stupid, honest, and I appreciate it. Just, please don’t punch him or anything. He’s a good guy, great lawyer, and was one of my brothers best friends.” She said and he nodded.

“I won’t. Unless he steps over a line.” He looked at her, the promise heavy in his words.

“Then he’ll get a fist in the mouth from me first and he fucking knows it.” The slight smirk on his face making her feel slightly better.

“It’s just, the way he looked at you sent me from I’m fine to jealous madman in a blink.” He felt ashamed that he’d even thought those ugly thoughts. “It’s a guy thing.” He huffed.

“I just want you love. I know this is what Ana did to you, isn’t it?” She asked gently already knowing his answer. “The games she’d play?”

“Yes.” He choked it back, that bitter taste of betrayal in his mouth.

“If I wanted to be with Lucas I would be, but I don’t. I just want you love, that hasn’t changed.” She watched him carefully.

“I know.” He said softly.

“We good?”

“The best. Let it be done now ok?” Done until he came face to face with Lucas. “Thank you.” He said gently.

“What for?” She huffed.

“For protecting me, my private life.” He said gently and her eyes snapped to his. “Not many have, outside of my immediate family.”

“I... of course.” His slight smile made her belly uncoil. The stress of the conversation lessening.

“Please don’t let it bother you love.” He said gently. “Unfortunately there’ll be more of it once word gets out that we’re dating.”

“I figured, I just got so mad when he made assumptions that he had no right to make and no information to back any of it up.” She breathed out letting the last of it out. “Anyway, thanks for hearing me out.”

“Anytime love.”

“And thanks for not getting all male over it.”

His laugh made her smile. “Getting all male?”

“Yes.” She giggled. “Like the beating of chests and dick measuring.” She grinned.

“The only dick measuring we’ll be doing love is me thrusting inside you and fitting snugly.” He growled.

“You know my office still smells like sex.” She quipped with a grin.

“Good.” He winked. “You’re beautiful Sildie.”

“Only to you.”

“You should get to bed, you have to be up early love.” He said gently, he was hoping she would rest now.

“Yeah I’m beat. I miss you. It sounds corny and it’s only for tonight and tomorrow night but...” She shrugged. “I’m not going to sleep well either without you here.”

“I miss you too love and I know I won’t sleep well either. Well, maybe better because I have this.” He held up her g string from today.

“So that’s where it went, I should’ve known.” She smirked. “I looked for that damn thing for nearly an hour freaking out that someone would find it.”

“It smells just like you love.” His tone low and silky. “I can’t wait for this weekend.” He growled.

“Me either. I have plans.” She winked.

“Oh do you now?”

“Mmm hmm, plans and moves.” She purred.

“Well then, the weekend better hurry it’s ass up.”

“You better go sleep then.” He quipped.

“Yeah, you too love. I’ll try and call in the morning for the kids.”

“Ok.” She yawned. “If you can’t it’s ok.”

“I’ll try. Go sleep love.”

“You too.”

Hanging up was always the hardest. He closed the laptop and breathed out. Their conversation went better than he’d hoped. He wouldn’t punch Lucas but if he crossed her again they would be having words. He wouldn’t see someone use his past, his history, to fuck with her or the kids, even if the intention was looking out for their best interests.

He showered and climbed into bed, her g string wrapped around his hand. Damn he missed her, that warm lush body against him, the smell of her hair. He fell into sleep a little while later with thoughts of their weekend and how he would say those words she deserved to hear.

Sildie crawled into bed at one. She hadn’t gone straight to bed because she knew it would be cold and he wasn’t there to snuggle into. She’d hidden his white dress shirt he’d worn last week, the one that she’d fucked him in. It still smelled like him and she breathed deeply as she settled. Sleep and exhaustion took her in moments.

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Suprise

Mingi X Reader

Fluff (with a very small bit of suggestive flirting)

Summary: You and Mingi surprise each other on his day off. 

You stood in your kitchen making breakfast for your boyfriend. It was one of Mingi’s few days off and you wanted to do something special.

“You are so amazing,” You heard your boyfriend say into your ear as his arms wrapped around your waist and pressed a kiss into your shoulder.

You let out an annoyed groan. “I was trying to surprise you,” You whined, pouting at him.

“I’m sorry, babe,” he apologized pulling his arms away. You didn’t realize that he had left the room until you turned around to have him taste something. 

You started looking around your apartment for him and then you heard it. Obnoxiously loud fake snoring. You walked into your bedroom to see Mingi laying down with his eyes closed, fake snoring. You couldn’t help but smile at your amazing boyfriend.

You went back to the kitchen and put all the food on a tray and carried it into your room. You set it down on your nightstand and climbed into bed with him.

“Mingi,” You hummed before pressing a kiss into his forehead. He hummed back and puckered his lips. You laughed and asked, “Do you want me to kiss you?”

He nodded, you leaned down and gave him a peck in the lips. 

“What a way to wake up,” He commented pulling you close. 

“Babe, you don’t need to pretend that you weren’t just in the kitchen,” You said.

“There is something I haven’t told you, Y/n. The doctor told me last week that I will sleepwalk once in my life and then never do it again. So it will never happen again.

“Oh really,” You responded to his absurd story. He nodded and kissed you again.

“Well then, I have a surprise for you,” You announced playing along with his game. 

“Oh really what is it,” He asked with a cheerful smile.

“I made us breakfast in bed,” You said pulling over the tray and setting on your guy’s legs.

“I love you so much,” He said with a smile.

“I love you too.” The two of you dug into your delicious meal, enjoying your time together.

“You know how you prepared a surprise for me,” Mingi asked as he did the dishes after your meal was done.

“Yes,” You replied, suspicious.

“I have a surprise of my own,” He said with a smile. 

“Oh really! What is it,” You asked, curious.

“It’s a surprise but go get dressed, we are going out,” He replied.

You got dressed in one of your favorite outfits as Mingi packed a bag. He wouldn’t tell you what it was but you had your suspicions. Those suspicions only grew when the two of you got into the car. He drove for hours until you guys had reached your destination. Mingi rolled down the window to let the salty air rush in. You felt your hand that had been resting in his for almost the entire drive get lightly squeezed.

“Surprise,” Mingi said grinning from ear to ear.

He parked the car and you two got out. He grabbed the bag he had packed and once again slipped his hand into yours. Then you walked together on to the beach.

“How about right here,” He asked. You nodded and he pulled out a blanket from the bag and laid it down on the sand. You laid down and soaked in the sun with a smile.

Mingi threw a piece of plastic at you. You held it up and realized it was your sunglasses. 

“Got to keep your eyes safe. Can you get the sunscreen from the car,” He asked as he set things up.

When you came back you saw a cooler and an umbrella set up. Mingi sat on the blanket surfing through his phone. 

“I’m back,” You declare.

“Great,” Mingi replied with a smile before pulling off his shirt. You stared at him.

“Enjoying what you're seeing,” he teased.

“S-shut up,” You stammered, now blushing. 

“Can you please some sunscreen on my back,” He asked with a smile you nodded. The two of you were soon done applying sunscreen and Mingi put his shirt back on.

“Did you get your face,” Mingi asked.

“No,” You replied holding out your hand for him to give you a bottle.

“Let me do it,” He said with a cheeky smile. He squirted some sunscreen onto his hand and started massaging it into your cheeks.

“So cute,” He said pushing your cheeks up.

“Stop it,” You managed to say.

 He squirted some more sunscreen onto his finger and said, “Hold still.”

He quickly went to work drawing something onto your forehead. He took out his phone and snapped a quick picture. 

“What are you doing,” You asked pulling away. 

“See for yourself,” Mingi said, turning his phone to you. On your forehead, he had written “(your first initial) ♡ M”.

You smiled and said, “I do love you, goofball”

“Well, I’m glad you do,” he said booping your nose, you could feel the sunscreen. Your eyes narrowed, Mingi stood up as you rubbed the sunscreen in.

“Where are you going,” You asked playfully. He smiled and started to run.

“GET BACK HERE,” You yelled, chasing him.

“CATCH ME IF YOU CAN,” Mingi yelled back. You chased for about a minute before Mingi gave up. 

He stopped and through a ragged breath said, “Wow you fast.”

You, out of breath as well managed to laugh. 

“Let’s go back to the blanket,” Mingi said, taking your hand. When the two of you arrived, Mingi pulled out a beautiful lunch. It was of your guy's favorite foods, you dug in without hesitation. 

For the next couple of hours, the two of you talked, kissed, played, and laughed. Eventually, you and Mingi cuddled together to watch the sunset. 

“Isn’t it beautiful,” You asked looking at the blur of oranges, pinks, and purples.

“It’s almost as beautiful as you,” Mingi said, kissing your forehead.

“Stop being so cheesy.”

“Never,” He responded confidently.

“I don’t want this day to end,” You whispered, dreading not being able to spend time with him.

“Me too,” He responded squeezing your hand. 

[jojosfluffyadventure]

hello there! gr8 to see another jojo blog :D may I request some fluff/comfort hc's? i pulled an all-nighter last night due to depression/executive dysfunction setting me back (i did finish on time tho *victory pose*) and i am now super tired but also more depressed due to exhaustion and require fluffy healing from the Bruno gang (if you can't/don't wanna do whole gang, then I'd specifically pick out Giorno, Mista, and Bruno ;w;) thank you and i hope to see more from you!

Oh dear, I’m sorry you’ve had it rough ;o; this request is now my top priority

I’ll just do the three requested for speed’s sake, so i don’t keep you waiting!!

I wasn’t sure if you meant platonic or romantic, so I tried to make it so it could be interpreted either way ;u;

Giorno:

- Giorno knows a thing or two about emotional hardships. He suffered more than his fair share throughout childhood. And while he’s not been through your exact situation, he can still insinuate enough of what you’re feeling from experience.

- To help you take your mind off it, he just lets you talk. He’s a good listener.

- If you ‘d prefer not to talk, he understands. So instead (or after), to brighten the mood, he turns various little things (buttons, paper clips, etc) into flowers and brightly coloured butterflies for you, and he may even perform his ear trick if you ask him to.

- He’ll take you out for a relaxing walk for a while; sunlight will help, he tells you; and just chat about nothing in particular until he can see from shifts in your expression that your spirits are a little higher.

-And once you get back, he lights some scented candles and turns on the radio for music. Just overall making the atmosphere as pleasant as possible to try and help you stay in a more positive state of mind.

-He won’t leave your side until your depressive episode has passed.

Mista:

- This boy is really upset to see you so down, and he jumps in on the opportunity to do his best to help you feel better.

- First order of business? Gelato. You’re going out to get some. Mista pays while the Pistols surround you, all chattering their own encouragements at the same time to you, and for once Tre isn’t picking on Cinque.

- It’s hard to keep a gloomy face around Mista. All while you’re out, he’ll be talking to you, with no specific topic in mind. And most of these topics are his random, off-the-top-of-his-head things that he thinks of for no particular reason. It’s so random, it’s pretty funny.

- Hugs? Mista has them. He’s an easygoing, friendly guy, and hugs are a specialty of his.

- He’ll let his goofball antics go to the next level to make you laugh.

Bruno:

- You don’t even need to ask him for comfort. He’s already noticed something is wrong.

- He’ll stop what he’s doing, he’s finished enough of his work for now anyway, and have a day in with you.

- He’ll make you some fresh coffee and give you calm reassurances, but not without listening to what’s brought this on first. He offers his advice, and insistence that you take this day to relax and recover.

- He might play a few card games with you, and follow them up with a movie or two, sharing commentary with you.

- The best part? He makes dinner. Bruno is a pretty good cook, but he doesn’t always have the time to roll up his sleeves and do his thing in the kitchen. But today is different, and you get to try one of his delicious meals.

- Like Mista, he’ll be happy to offer you physical comfort if you need it.

[she-is-tim]

Neighbours AU part 6 Self control

Lucas is a young, exhausted musician who just tries to relax, while Eliott is the overexcited, dubstep loving artist who lives next door.

Aka Lucas confronts his annoying neighbour who turns out to be gorgeous

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 

Saturday 17:46

Eliott was resting on the couch, smoking cigarette, not weed this time, since just accross him were sitting Lucille in the armchair. She came to check on him since he didn’t texted her after the party at all. Eliott was feeling better than ever in his life, he was dating with Lucas since a few days only, but it was just so perfect. They spent Thrusday night and Friday morning together, but then his sweet pianist had to work, so they separated. 

Now Lucas was at a concert, he was preparing for it all morning, playing soft melodies while Eliott sat on the couch in Lucas’ apartment, doodling in his sketchbook. It was such a perfect moment, Eliott wanted to stay like that forever. 

Now he was in his own apartment, far away from his lovely partner. Of course Lucas invited him, but he told him that he has a new project coming up, so he needs to work on that today to have more free time on sunday. It was a lie, obviously. He couldn’t go to crowded places like cinema, theatres, concerts, other events. It made his anxiety worse.

“What’s up with you? You look like a kid that lost his favorite toy.” Lucille said, slowly taking a sip of her beer. She looked pretty like always, wearing a white shirt with black flowers on it, tight, dark jeans, her hair was curly and shiny, her nails painted light pink. 

“Nothing.” Eliott mumbled, blowing out a big cloud of smoke. “I’m okay.”

“Eliott, I know you more than anyone. I can tell when something is bothering you.” she said seriously and put the bottle on the coffee table between them, crossing her legs and arms. Eliott sighed, putting his cigarette in the ashtray, sitting up. 

“I’m dating someone. Are you happy now?” he said annoyed, he hated how Lucille was acting around him, but he really needed this sometimes. A caring friend making sure that Eliott is not suffering alone. 

“Someone... Please tell me it’s not the guy from next door.” she said on a worrying tone, making a weird face when Eliott frowned. “For god’s sake, Eliott. Don’t you remember what happened last time you liked a guy?” her tone was a bit angry now, which made the boy angry too, he sat up, staring into his friend’s face.

“I am not your boyfriend, nor your child, Lucille.” he said seriously, his eyes were shooting sparks. “This is MY fucking life, If I wanna mess it up again, then so be it.” he said a bit louder than he wanted, but he had to make sure Lucille gets the message.

“Yeah, sure.” she said on an arrogant voice. “I’m pretty positive that he knows about your illness, your insecurities. I bet he knows well how to handle you on the bad days.” her words were like venom, crawling under Eliott’s skin, poisoning his blood. He didn’t say anything, just lit another cigarette, inhaling the hot smoke, then letting it out, closing his eyes in the process. 

“I’ll tell him, I just need time.” he said it after long minutes of silence. Lucille rolled her eyes, grabbing the beer again to drink. “What would you expect me to do?” he asked angrily. “Start the first meeting with ‘Hey, I’m Eliott, I am an illustrator, I like dubstep and oh, sometimes I have so bad anxiety attacks that I end up in hospital’?” his voice was harsh both because of his anger and the cigarette he was smoking. 

“Maybe that would be the best.” she mumbled.

“No, Lucille. I don’t want anyone to see me as a sick person and pity me for that shit! I want Lucas to like me because of me. To see the person behind the illness.” he explained, tears forming in his eyes now. He hated to be like this, having such bad anxiety, mixed with some panic attacks. He wanted to be normal, or at least just feel normal. He couldn’t have that with Lucille, that’s why they broke up, but maybe it can work with Lucas.

“I’m sorry.” Lucille said softly, putting down the empty beer bottle, grabbing Eliott’s hand softly. “I’m sure he will like you a lot. I mean you are annoying as hell, but if he stayed after hearing that terrible music you listen to every day, I’m sure nothing will scare him away.” she said softly, kissing Eliott’s cheek. The boy smiled softly, leaning his head on Lucille’s shoulder. He couldn’t wish for a better friend.

Sunday 10:34

Lucas had to crawl out of his warm bed, making sure he gets ready before his beautiful partner comes over. They were planning to have lunch together, Lucas insisted on cooking himself before Eliott could offer the same. He never ever wanted to eat anything that was made by him. He might have been a real angel, a talented artist, but he was a terrible cook.

He grabbed his phone to check on messages before going to the bathroom. He had to take a shower, brush his teeth, style his hair a little. He wanted to look perfect, since his date was basically a demigod. He only got a few messages, mostly from the boys, congratulating to the successful concert last night. They weren’t big fans of classical music, but they were there on every concert of Lucas if they could. 

From Yann: So, how are things going with you and Eliott? You gonna introduce him to us? It’s time to wake up, Lulu.

He laughed at the stupid messages from his best friend, but he had to check the other messages too, before answering. He got a message from a member of the orchestra, he ignored that, but he jumped a little when he saw the message from his mother. She rarely texted him, due to her mental state. She was taken care by a professional, but it always made Lucas feel guilty that he couldn’t take care of her on his own. She was really problematic, her delusions and breakdowns made Lucas’ teenage life harder than it should be. Now he just tried to live his life, forgetting the problem of his family.

From Mom: In my dreams I saw a creature with horns, taking you into the depths. Never follow the path of the darkness, light can’t wander off, or it will be lost forever.

Lucas sighed, he didn’t reply to that one, his mom often sent him nonsense messages like this, especially when he was younger and she didn’t get proper medications. He shook his head, focusing himself on reading the last message he got while sleeping. It was from Eliott, he sent it at 3:45. Lucas rolled his eyes, knowing that his partner were not much of a sleeper during night time. 

From Eliott: I’m looking forward to our date today.  Should I bring some alcohol? Maybe a joint?

Lucas couldn’t help but smile like an idiot, seeing Eliott’s silly and basically useless messages. They made no sense, but they showed to Lucas how much Eliott was excited and eager to meet up. It was less than 24 hours since they last met, but it felt like a lifetime to both of them.

To Eliott:  You could bring some champagne, no smoking today. I wanna enjoy this date without getting high

From Eliott:  You woke up? Good morning! 

Lucas chuckled and put down his phone now. Eliott was such a dork sometimes, but he loved that. He walked to the bathroom, taking a shower, brushing his teeth, fixing his hair. He was almost done, when he heard music, coming from the living room. He dressed up, walked there, but it was actually coming from the other side of the wall. Eliott was listening to Skrillex, at 10:50. Lucas laughed and walked to the kitchen, preparing to cook. He kinda liked this silly music now, it was fast, weird and chaotic, just like Eliott. 

He was making food to whatever music Eliott was listening to. It felt like the wall between their apartments was gone and they just stood there, in front of each other, dancing to the music like they are carefree teenagers again. Lucas had such a wide smirk on his face, it was hurting, but he couldn’t stop himself. This was the very first time he felt so free and happy, all thanks to this goofball next door. 

He finished cooking a little after 12:17. He tried to make a healthy, but tasy meal. Unlike Eliott, he was trying not to poison his crush. He put the steamed vegetables in a bowl, the roasted chicken on a plate, the well-cooked rice was already on the table, looking delicious. He put two plates and cutlery, making sure it looked perfect like in those cooking shows. He also put wine glasses next to the plates, fighting back the urge to look for a fancy candle. That would be too much and also would make no sense, since it’s the middle of the day. 

He looked at the table victoriously, enjoying the perfection of his hard work, before looking for his phone to text Eliott. He asked him before if he had any type of food allergies, so at least he didn’t had to worry about that part when cooking. 

To Eliott:  You can come in 5 minutes, door is open

Lucas smiled and put his phone on the kitchen counter, making sure it’s on mute. He didn’t wanted to be interrupted by his friends this time. He walked to his bedroom, changing his casual clothes to a bit more fancy ones. He put on tight, navy blue jeans and a white t-shirt. He was holding a black suit for a few minutes, thinking if he should put it on or not, but he rejected the idea. They were home, he didn’t had to look so fancy.

He was so distracted by dressing up that he was still fixing his stupid shirt when the front door opened. His heart was racing as he basically ran out of the bedroom to the living room, facing with the most beautiful person on this earth. His hair seemed to be shorter, maybe he cut it himself, but it still looked perfectly chaotic. He was wearing grey jeans like always, a blue t-shirt with a raccoon on it and an opened denim shirt on top, just to make himself look like a full 3 course meal. Lucas stopped breathing for a second when Eliott smiled at him. 

“You look beautiful.” he said with a soft smile. Lucas just noticed the champagne bottle in his hand as he raised it. “I got us some drink.” he said proudly. 

“Yeah, cool.” Lucas mumbled, licking his lips, still staring at Eliott. 

“You like what you see?” he asked with a triumphant smile. He obviously enjoyed how speechless Lucas was. The boy tried to collect his tought and imaginary slapped his face a few times for making himself look like a complete idiot in front of Eliott. 

“Anyways, let’s go to the kitchen.” he said, ignoring Eliott’s question and grabbed his arm gently, leading him to the kitchen where the food was waiting for them. 

Eliott smiled brightly when he saw all the deliciousness Lucas made just for them. It made him extremely happy that someone cared for him this much. He obviously had dinner dates before, but no one’s ever done anything like this for him. He smiled at Lucas and without hesitation, planted a soft kiss on his lips.

“You are incredible.” he whispered as he pulled back from the kiss.

“I wanted to impress you.” Lucas mumbled, his cheeks turning a bit red because of the flattering words. 

“Mission complete.” Eliott smirked. “I’m gonna open this.” he said, still holding into the champagne bottle, looking for a bottle opener in the drawers. 

Lucas couldn’t believe how confidently Eliott was moving around in his apartment, like he was living here too. He liked to see him look around, then happily opening the bottle with a loud popping sound. He smirked at Lucas, walking to the table to pour champagne in the glasses.

“You know, I should be the one serving you, not the other way around.” Lucas said with a soft smile, he didn’t mean to complain, he actually enjoyed Eliott’s enthusiasm.

“I can’t just sit around and watch you do everything. You worked so hard to make this amazing food for me. I gotta thank you somehow.” he said seriously, putting down the bottle in the middle of the table.

“I think that kiss was more than enough for me.” he said smiling, walking to Eliott and stroking his face. “I never had the chance to do this for anyone actually. I’m happy that you like it.”

Eliott looked into his eyes, all kinds of emotion running through his body at the same time. He cupped Lucas’ face gently, stroking his cheeks with his thumbs, taking in all the beauty this boy had. He wanted to enjoy this moments, every single moment he got to spend with Lucas before all goes to shit, because it happens every single time. It’s just the way it is. He wasn’t normal, he was ill, problematic, not worth the effort. But right now in this blessed moment he could be normal, he could be a man in love without being afraid of what happens the next moment. 

He leant down, pressing his lips on Lucas’, starting a gentle kiss, still holding his face in his hands. Lucas slowly wrapped his arms around Eliott’s waist, pulling him closer, opening his mouth to let that curious tongue inside. Then all went wild, in the next moment, Lucas was sitting on the kitchen counter, with opened legs, Eliott standing inbetween them, kissing him deeply, while his hands were in Lucas’ hair. He had no idea when his partner put him up there, but he couldn’t care less. His fingers slowly slipped under Eliott’s shirt, touching his abs. His skin was warm and soft, his hand wandered upper, stroking Eliott’s chest now. 

The taller boy had to break the kiss to take a breath before going in for another wild, wet kiss. Their tongue were dancing uncontrollably in their joint mouth. Eliott were holding onto Lucas’ waist now, slowly pulling up his shirt to reveal his beautiful body. He couldn’t get enough of it, the nerves on his fingertips were screaming for more. 

After long minutes of making out in the kitchen, Lucas pulled back, leaning his head on the cupboard behind him, wheezing like he just ran a marathon. His heart was threatening to burst out of his chest, his hair was a mess, his cheeks were bright red, just like his swollen lips. He looked at Eliott, who basically were the same, though, his hair was always that messy. He looked even more hot with those red, wet lips.

“Fuck...” Lucas mumbled, placing a hand on his chest, like it could calm his fast heartbeats. “I wasn’t expecting this to be honest.” he said which made Eliott to laugh. He loved to see him smile and laugh, he looked genuinely happy.

“Honestly, I was surprised we got to the kitchen. I was actually planning to do this on the couch.” he said smirking, playing with Lucas’ already messy hair, while he was drawing circles on Lucas’ stomach with the other hand.

“You really have no self controll, huh?”

“Around you? Not anymore.” he said smirking, placing a kiss on Lucas’ neck now. “I was holding myself back when you first came to my apartment. It was the hardest thing i’ve ever done in my life.” he whispered as he kept kissing his neck. Lucas shivered and grabbed Eliott’s shirt, letting out a little moan. 

“Eliott...”

“You were there... on my couch... defenceless, looking so fucking gorgeous. I needed some serious control to not jump on you, making you mine right then and there.” he kept whispering on such an erotic tone that made Lucas shiver. He had goosebumps all over his body, his nerves were screaming for more. He wanted Eliott so badly.

“I would have nothing against that...” he mumbled in response to Eliott’s seducing speech. The other one smirked, biting a mark on his neck happily, while his hands were sliding up and down on Lucas’ body under his shirt. 

“I don’t wanna sounds rude, but right now I found you much more delicious than the food on that table.” he said, licking the skin on Lucas’ neck. The boy gasped, holding Eliott’s arm stronger and crossing his ankles behind Eliott to keep him close. There was no escape, not this time. 

“Enjoy your meal then.” that was all he could say, but it seemed to fire up Eliott. He pulled back just to take off Lucas’ shirt, throwing it away. His lips attacked the bare skin without warning, making Lucas moan uncontrollably. He never had such pleasure in his life before, like Eliott knew exactly where to touch and kiss him to make his body a hot, screaming mess. 

He slid his fingers into Eliott’s fluffy hair, pulling it a little as the pleasure were running through his body. His mind went blank, everything around him ceased to exist, it was only him and Eliott left on this world, holding onto each other, kissing, touching, licking. It didn’t take much time to get all of their clothes off, throwing them away in the kitchen without caring where it lands. 

Sunday 13:48

Lucas sighed, looked at the boy laying next to him. They didn’t actually remember when or how they made it to the bedroom, but now they were here, legs intertwined with each other, bodies sweaty and hot, hair messy, lips red, swollen and their eyes filled with so much emotions as they looked at each other. Lucas wrapped a hand around Eliott, placing his head on his chest softly, listening to the heartbeat that was just as fast as his own. 

“I’m pretty sure the meal got cold.” Eliott mumbled into the silence of the room, which made Lucas release a little laugh.

“Yeah, We gotta reheat it later.” he said, stroking Eliott’s stomach lazily. 

“I don’t wanna leave this bed.” Eliott said, fingers wandering into Lucas’ hair to play with his soft locks. 

“We can’t stay here forever... not even if we want to.” Lucas mumbled, kissing his chest softly. “But we will have a lot of opportunities to lay here like this again.” he said on a soft voice, looking up at Eliott, who seemed to be really excited now. 

“Oh yeah?” 

“Don’t you think so?” Lucas raised his eyebrows which made Eliott giggle.

“Of course I do. I just still can’t believe that this is real.” he explained, still giggling. Lucas loved this sound, he could listen to it forever. 

“People often do naked cuddling in bed after sex with their boyfriend, you know?” he said confidently without realizing what he just said. Eliott raised his head a little, looking into his eyes. 

“Am I your boyfriend?” he asked intrigued to get an answer. Lucas blushed and looked away. 

“I just thought that... you know... after this...” he mumbled a bit unsure, avoiding eyecontact. Eliott smirked, cupping his face gently now, placing a kiss on Lucas’ lips to make him shut up.

“Of course we are boyfriends.” he said happily which made the other boy to release a sigh of relief.

“Okay, good.” he mumbled, placing his head back down on Eliott’s chest. “We are boyfriends...” he whispered to himself, closing his eyes with a happy smile on his face. 

[chubbiestbonnie]

Ohmtoonz-Genghis Khan

A/N; I’m not dead! Yayyy! 

I know I took for-fucking-ever and a day. Sorry!! D:

 I recently got a new job and my hours and sleep schedule have been all janked up. This chapter is super long though, to make up for it! (P.s I haven’t been an airport in 14 years so i probably got stuff wrong whoops.)

Chapter Ten-I don’t want you to get it on

“Um, hi.” Ryan murmured, eyes downcast, as though embarrassed. Luke wasn’t sure why- Ryan looked pretty damn good. He was wearing a somewhat baggy plain black hoodie, with his hands shoved into the front pocket, jeans and some black sneakers. His brown hair was tousled, yet he made the messy look work for him and his beard accented his face nicely, his hazel eyes framed perfectly by his-Oh right.

“Hey Ryan.” Luke began with a mock scowl, fighting to keep the grin from his face when he saw Ryan flush a little. “I believe I said I had wanted to try on your glasses.”

Ryan immediately lost all the tension in his body, meeting Luke’s gaze. “I believe so-however, thats going to have to wait until you guys get to my house because I’m driving and need my glasses to see.”

“Can we stop to get some grub first cause I’m hungry enough to eat an elephant.”  Mark asked, patting his stomach with his free hand.

“Thats cannibalism!” Jon pipped in, looking up from his phone.

“It is not!” Mark replied lightning fast.

Ryan chuckled before looking behind Luke towards the two goofballs. 

“I made you guys dinner, so if you can wait the time it takes to get home, I promise you it’ll be worth it.”

“I’m getting a snack then.” Mark and Jon said in unison.

“Nope, sorry guys you can’t, cause then you’ll spoil the dinner I made for you.” Ryan said apologetically. 

“You’re such a mom Ry.” Justin said affectionately, coming up to the group with a Starbucks cup in hand. Looking over everyone he let out a low whistle before taking another sip from his-ice coffee? Damn now he wanted one, Luke internally grumbled. 

“Damn you guys all look like hell. Hang over wasn’t kind to you huh?”

Luke snorted, his good mood evaporated, and turned to pick up his bags, which he had set down before Ryan came. As he straightened, he said “So, we leaving or...?”

Ryan started, nodding furiously “Y-Yeah, follow me guys.” 

Ryan lead them through the parking lot to his car and everyone put their bags in the trunk before piling in. Luke had stayed behind everyone else on the way to his car and then chose the seat in very back, furthest from Ryan and Justin, who had taken shot gun. Even though he was far from sleepy, he closed his eyes and evened his breathing, hoping that it would keep the others from bothering him, and it did. As they were driven to Ryan’s home, Luke wondered what he had gotten himself into. 

After everyone had gotten inside (Ryan insisted he had enough room for everyone in his house, and it seemed true enough looking at the outside of his home) they were seated down at the dining table and were each served their plate. It was hefty slice of cheesy lasagna along with a rather large piece of garlic bread. Jon and Mark immediately dug in, while Luke himself took his time, drinking first from his lemonade, which Ryan had handed him with a grin and a“It’s not iced tea, it’s lemonade.” The food was delicious, and as everyone devoured their serving, Justin suddenly spoke up. 

“I still can’t believe you made everything from scratch.”

“You made all of this from scratch???” Everyone else exclaimed, Jon almost choking on his mouthful of garlic bread.

Ryan rubbed his neck sheepishly. “Yeah, I like to dabble in cooking.”

“It’s amazing!” Luke said as he finished off his plate, pushing it away from him slightly. “I don’t know if I can eat another bite.”

Ryan looked down at his plate, slightly saddened. “So no dessert then?”

“Dessert?!?” Everyone yelped out in excitement.

 “Sign me the hell up.” Mark proclaimed

Ryan grinned, his eyes twinkling and quickly retrieved with a chocolate cake, and give everyone a slice. 

“Chocolate cake with raspberry filling.” He explained. 

“He also made this from scratch.” Justin piped in, side eyeing Luke as he added “He’d make the perfect boyfriend.” 

Ryan chuckled, not noticing the dig at Luke “Sure, sure- you just say that because you hate cooking.” 

Justin mock gasped and began to playfully bicker with Ryan. Luke just tuned them out and mulled over the revelation that Justin seemed very much aware of his feelings for Ryan and very much willing to exploit them. Luke’s body seemed as though it was on autopilot the rest of the meal. 

After everyone had finished eating, they played Uno, Cards Against Humanity, What do you meme and several rounds of Injustice 2 against each other, taking turns on who versed who. Luke beat Justin every time they versed in Injustice 2, no exceptions. After the third time of being destroyed, Justin sighed and pushed away his controller, passing it to Ryan. 

“I guess you really did beat my ass at Injustice. Congrats man.”

Luke snorted “I play this game too much with Jon, is all.”

Jon laughed as Mark stepped around him to take Luke’s controller. “Yeah, you have no idea how many times I’ve made him smash his controller when he rage quit.”

Luke rolled his eyes and cuffed Jon on the back of the head “Shut the fuck up.” He grunted, no real heat in his voice. 

“Make me bitch.” 

In a single swift move Luke lunged from his laid back position on the couch over to Jon, effortlessly holding him in a headlock. 

“Oh my godd!” Jon cried, obviously taken by surprise. But no matter how much he squirmed, he couldn’t free himself and Luke wouldn’t let go. Right before Luke could taunt him about revenge for the shower thing that morning, his phone rang. Immediately he let go and answered the phone, ignoring Jon’s dramatic gasps for air. 

“Helllo?”

“Luke, thank god-”

“Ma? Wait hold on-what’s wrong?” He said, immediately shooting up and leaving the room, ignoring everyone's questions. 

“It’s Princess, somethings wrong. She got out for a little while when I came by to check on her and I think a animal may have got her. We’re taking her to the vet. I’ll keep you updated.”

“I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

“Alright, love you son.”

“Love you too.”

Hanging up the phone and running his hand through his hair, he sighed loudly. Guess it was time for him to go home-he didn’t want to, especially since he had just gotten there a couple hours ago, but Princess was his fur baby and he couldn’t not go see what was wrong. It had to be serious for his mothers voice to be so grim. Mind plagued with anxiety he stalked back into the living room. 

“Luke what’s wrong?” Jon asked, brows furrowed “What did Ma want?”

“Its Princess, something is wrong and she’s being rushed to the vet.” Luke turned and looked at everyone, from Jon and Justin siting on the couch, to Mark standing next to the paused match on the tv, controller forgotten in his hand. He looked at Ryan last, who was holding Buddy in his arms. 

“I’ve got to go, I’m sorry, I know I just got here but-”

“Its fine-just go Luke, we understand.” Mark reassured him, eyes kind. 

“Yeah- I got you another flight back home but it ain’t leaving for another couple hours, I’m sorry.” Jon said, his eyes staring intensely at Luke, knowing well how he reacted under stress,

Luke sat down roughly, eyes glassy. “Yeah ok, thank you man, owe you one.” He muttered before lapsing into silence. Ryan reached his hand out to touch Luke’s shoulder but before he could, Buddy started barking. 

“Whats up Buddy? What do you want?”

The small dog barked once more before running to the door, pacing back and firth in front of it. 

“You wanna go out?” Ryan asked the small dog before going over to the door and grabbing a leash. Hooking it onto an excited  Buddy’s collar he turned to everyone.

“Sorry, seems like this little brat wants to go out. That ok?” Ryan said with an affectionate scowl down at his dog. Everyone, save for Luke, who was still glassy eyed, said it was fine. Jon glanced at his brother from another mother and said loudly,

“Oh you want Luke to go with you? Thats fair. Promise we won’t fuck shit up.”

Luke started before looking up at Jon, who looked at him with mock annoyance.

“Ryan wants you to go with him to walk Buddy. Go, ya bitch, don’t just sit there.”

To anyone who didn’t know the pair, it would seem like Jon was being harsh on Luke, but Mark and Ryan clearly saw that Jon’s eyes were fiercely protective and affectionate, the tense line of his mouth showing the depth of his concern for his best friend. 

Luke slowly rose from the couch and slipped on his shoes, going towards Ryan, who had been talking to Justin in a low undertone. Luke only caught a “-stop being such a worrywart, we’ll be fine” coming from Justin before Ryan spotted him and asked 

“You ready to go?”

Luke nodded and out they went. “So where are we going?” he asked after several beats of silence. 

“Probably the nearby park, I think Buddy just wanted to be outside for a while.” Ryan replied. Luke nodded and let himself be lead by Ryan, still lost in his thoughts. They lapsed into a comfortable silence after that, something Luke was grateful for. 

True to his word, Ryan was going through the entrance of the park, lit by several dozen street lamps. Sitting down at a particularly well lit bench, Ryan undid the clasp and let Buddy run free. 

“Now don’t you dare stray too far, you got it?” He sternly reminded his dog

Luke sat down next to Ryan, still silent. “You still wanna try my glasses?” Ryan asked suddenly. 

“S-Sure.” Luke replied, hating his stutter- hating how his voice was faint and unsure. He was the asshole of the group, the rage quit guy, the badass, the hard nut to crack, the tough guy. He was the invincible, don’t give a flying fuck guy. But Princess had been with him since she was a kitten, just barely fitting in his hands, and to think of anything hurting her broke something in him, much like the time Jon had gotten himself in the hospital back when they were younger. 

While Luke was lost in thought once more, Ryan had taken his glasses off and immediately cursed. “I can’t see shit.” 

“Well yeah, thats why you wear glasses in the first place.” Luke quipped halfheartedly, taking the gasses from Ryan and slipping them on before gasping out loud. 

“Holy fuck I can’t see anything, my eyes are so damn blurry.” He cried, his eyes watering and worsening the blurriness. 

Ryan chuckled beside him, still rubbing his eyes. “What did you-?”

“Are you and Justin dating?” Luke interrupted, immediately regretting it as Ryan stiffed, his gaze shooting up to look at him. 

“What?”

“A-Are you and Justin a thing? Feels like he might have a crush on you.” Luke said nonchalantly, or so he hoped. Ryan just blinked at him for a moment before bursting into deep belly laughter. 

“Nah, we’ve known each other since we were younger, so we’re more like brothers than anything- It would be like you and Jon dating, if you were into dudes, Mr.Straight-As-A-Board.”

“I’m actually more like ‘Straight as spaghetti’.” At Ryan's (blurry) bewilderment Luke huffed “I’m fucking Bi you dork.”

“You’re-?”

“Yeah, not the best way to come out to you I guess, but yeah. It’s not something I tend to talk about a lot; and yeah Jon and Mark already know. Hell, I’m pretty sure Jon saw it before I did way back when-”

His tangent was (thankfully) cut off by Ryan. “I’m Pans.” Luke grinned, still wearing Ryan’s glasses. “I kinda guessed, you made my gaydar go off like a damn Christmas tree every time you spoke.”

“Oh shut the fuck up.” 

The two men bickered, and Luke’s mood was lightened for a little while as he spoke to the man he had fallen in love with. As they headed back, Luke reluctantly reached up to take off Ryan's glasses, and handed back to their owner. Walking back together side by side they told each other stupid jokes, each getting more and more ridiculous. Finally arriving back into Ryan’s home, Ryan took off Buddy’s leash and then they went back into the living room where the boys where watching South Park. They came in just as Jon exclaimed “Oh my god they killed Kenny! You bastards!” With Stan and  Kyle. 

Mark was the first to notice their return. “Hey you guys, whats up?.” Justin and Jon both turned, the latter grinning widely and saying “ Oh hey Luke you’re just in time, guess what, your flight got moved up- its in an hour now, so get your shit together were going to the airport.” 

In an instant Luke’s light mood vanished and he quickly gathered his things, out the door faster than anyone else even though he was the only one with luggage. The ride to the airport was mostly silent, save for the music blasting through the stereo. Wandering through the airport to the right spot took up some time, and so now it was half an hour of waiting. Luke felt himself almost vibrating with energy, ready to snap at any moment like a rubber band that’s been stretched out too far. he has been so lost in himself that when Ryan’s gentle hand touched his shoulder he flinched violently. 

“Hey now, its ok. You’re going to be fine Luke. More importantly, so will Princess.” Ryan murmured quietly. “Just focus on my voice ok? Try to calm down, you only have ten more minutes, it’ll be fine.” He went on to tell Luke about he made dinner, the recipe and the ingredients. As he spoke, Luke felt himself calm down, grounded back into reality. His love for his friend grew even more, and Luke fondly looked up into Ryan’s eyes. 

“You’ve got like three minutes, we should get a move on. The boys are back from wherever the hell they went.” 

Luke hadn’t even noticed they had left. As they neared his destination, Luke felt the anxious energy come back, curling vengefully in his stomach. Nobody seemed to notice.

“Flight 158 is ready, will all passengers for flight 158 approach the terminal and board.” 

Luke turned to his friends, all of which were smiling encouragingly at him. “Call me after you talk to Ma.” Jon said. 

“Yeah, shoot me a text whenever you can man.” Mark added. 

“Everything is going to be fine, you’ll see” Ryan said comfortingly as the announcer said “Last call for 158, last call for flight 158. Please approach the terminal now.” 

Luke felt all the energy suddenly snap in that instant, and he gazed deep into Ryan’s eyes. Before he knew what he was doing he grabbed Ryan’s face and kissed him feverishly, desperately. Pulling away as suddenly as he had leaned forward, he finally let loose the secret that had been crushing him for weeks. 

“I love you.”

Luke rushed down the terminal without a single glance back. What had he done?