#he kept asking me about my cup size and shit

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

no fucking way did it take this guy ive been talking to go from “you’re the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen” to “you’re a stupid white trash hoe” in like four days

[echobx]

It's... complicated?- Rafe Cameron × polyam!reader & JJ Maybank × polyam!reader

summary: you're in a relationship with Rafe, but a one night stand with JJ turns into more and suddenly you find yourself entangled in a relationship that you don't plan on getting out of any time soon

general warnings: cheating, angst, fluff, smut, swearing, lying, reader being a bitch, talk of marriage angst warnings: mention of death, downward spiral, self-doubt, fighting (verbally), fighting (physically), traumatized reader smut warnings: p in v (unprotected), oral (f & m receiving), 3 way, cnc, creampie/cumdump, spanking, dirty talk, praise kink, degradation kink, (heavy) pda, subdrop adjacent, aftercare, foreplay, toy use (not primarily), overstimulation

word count: 19k

author's note: this started as a Rafe fic but immediately my brain fucked me over and then I was too deep to change it so I kept it and decided to explore the throuple idea. I wanted to not have it be cheating plot but I couldn't figure out how to do that while keeping the set dynamic, so I hope you're gentle with me on that :) I genuinely hope you enjoy it, it's the longest one part one shot I've ever written lol (p.s. I wanted to do dvp here but I couldn't find an appropriate place for it, but if you want it, I can write it separately)

“Can you maybe not do lines on my boobs tonight? Last time you got some on my vintage Chanel dress and I haven't managed to get it out yet,” you ask Rafe while leaning in the door of his room, watching him get ready.  “I'll just buy you a new one,” he shrugs and buttons his shirt up. “That's not the point, babe, and you know it,” you shake your head, swaying your perfect curls. “It's also vintage, and you can't just buy a new one. Besides, I paid for it, not you.”  “You mean your dad paid for it?” he eyes you with a smirk playing on his pink lips.  “Nope, pretty sure that it counts for me now,” you smile, faking it as per usual when the topic of your dad comes up. “Dead people can't pay for shit.”  He steps over to you, tilting your chin up and kissing you. “Let's not talk about him. Instead, we can go and have fun, all right?” 

“Eugh, whose house is this?” you scoff as he stops the car in the driveway. The mansion isn't even half the size of your own, and it makes you feel a little disappointed.  “Hey, be nice,” Rafe smiles and takes your hand up to kiss it before getting out and opening your door for you.  “I am always nice,” you tell him, but he knows it's a lie. Your way of being nice is what other people would call bitchy or bossy. You aren't nice like people want you to be, not since your dad has died. He was the only one who you had tried your best for.  “You know I love to see your claws out, but I have to sell shit tonight, so none of that, please,” Rafe begged, his arm tight around your waist.  You roll your eyes and look up at him, “fine.” 

The party is already going, and a few people greet you while walking in. You find Topper and Kelce rather quickly, taking your seat next to Rafe you let your eyes wander as they talk.  “You know, you guys are boring as fuck,” you groan after having had to listen to them talk about golfing for twenty minutes straight.  “Since when are we here for your entertainment, y/n,” Kelce scoffs, but he gulps as you get up and lean over him.  “Maybe you should suck a dick to fix your fucking attitude,” you snarl and walk away towards the kitchen. You never cared what Rafe's friends thought of you, you never cared what anybody thought of you. 

“Look what the cat dragged in,” you roll your eyes at the blonde boy, who's leaning against the counter. His ring clad fingers are holding onto the solo cup, but the flirtatious smile is just for you. You had gathered as much over time.  “One day, you'll beg, y/l/n,” he says and takes a sip.  “Not if I make you beg first, Maybank,” you smirk and take the bottle of tequila to fill two shot glasses.  “I never beg,” he counters, and you laugh.  “Oh, I'd bet my BMW you do.”  “Does Rafe?”  “I won't tell you that, you'd just go runnin’round tellin’ people,” you poke the inside of your cheek with your tongue and hold the shot out for him to take. “Be happy that I'm keeping him on a leash. He'd have ripped your head off by now if I didn't.”  You watch him take the shot, and follow. The slight burn in your throat wakes you up, and the warmth in your stomach is familiarly cozy.  “And why would he do that?” JJ asks, tilting his head to the side.  “‘Cause you won't stop staring at my tits, Maybank,” you bite your lip and take the step over to him, leaning in and whispering into his ear. “I know how you look at me, as if I'm the ultimate price. But you wouldn't even be able to handle me on your best days, pretty boy.”  “You underestimate me, princess,” he whispers, and you pull away to look at him fully.  “Maybe in another life, Maybank,” you wink at him, grabbing the bottle of tequila and making your way back to the couch. 

“What he want?” Rafe asks as soon as you get back and take your seat by his side.  “Nothing,” you sigh and kiss Rafe's cheek, leaving a lipstick mark behind. He doesn't need to know how much it riles you up when JJ flirts with you. How much you have to suppress the need to kiss him whenever you see him. It doesn't even make sense why it is like that.  JJ and you have nothing in common, and you are happy about that.  You love being in a relationship with Rafe. You don't care much about love anyway, so why would you need to love the person you are in a relationship with if they are perfect on paper? Rafe is everything your dad had wanted in a future son-in-law. He comes from good money, takes care of the people close to him, and knows how to act around money. You don't need to love him to build a good future with him. After all, your grandparents had done it the same way. And when you look at your own parents' life together, you keep wondering if it had really been the wisest decision to marry for love.  No, love was overrated, and so was whatever you felt when JJ looked at you. 

“You sell any yet?” you ask straight out, and Rafe clears his throat and gives you a look that doesn't really make sense to you. “What?”  “You know they won't buy shit when you're here, unless you act it,” he whispers to you and you roll your eyes.  “Fine, but only one,” you cave, and for the next few hours you play the dumb girlfriend. For some reason, all of his buyers are some type of misogynistic asshole, and the only one who you could talk to without feeling looked down on is Barry. But Barry never gets invited to the parties, because he doesn't fit in.  To you, he's not much different than the businessmen your dad had worked with, the same ones you would have to deal with once you were officially taking over the company. 

“Baby, c’mere,” Rafe claps on his thighs, and you turn to straddle him, giving him a single warning glance to not fuck up.  “Love when you use my tits for it, babe,” you giggle stupidly, but internally you feel like throwing up. And it just gets worse when he puts a little line of the fine powder on your skin and dips his head down to snort it off. Your eyes cross with JJ's as soon as Rafe's head is down, and he vanishes from your vision the moment Rafe comes back up, wiping his nose.  “Thank you, baby,” he smiles and kisses you. It's a show. When you moan into him and buck your hips; and for once you're not sure if the show is for his clients, or for the blonde Pogue who can't keep his eyes off of you.  “I wanna go upstairs,” you whisper to Rafe and he nods.  “Just gimme ten and I'll meet you there.” 

You get up and walk off, towards the stairs. A quick glance back to Rafe, who's focused on counting money, before you take the stairs, downstairs instead of up.  You decide to take a look around. The pool is a perfect 80 °F and if you had swimming stuff with you, you'd consider swimming for a while. Training a little to clear up your mind.  “Didn't you tell him you'd be upstairs, waiting?” You hear JJ behind you and turn around.  “And? I changed my mind. He doesn't care if he fucks me here or at home,” you shrug and JJ shakes his head.  “God, you really are something.”  “What do you want, Maybank?” you sneer, walking around the pool towards the sauna at the end of the room. The sound of your heels on the concrete floor echoes through the huge room.  “Why are you with him if you hate him so much?” he asks and starts walking closer, following you.  “I don't hate him. I hate his friends, anyone but Barry, basically. I hate how he acts around them. But I don't hate him,” you clarify, and JJ nods.  “But you don't love him.”  “Who needs love anyway,” you smile. The picture-perfect smile you had practiced in front of the mirror since you were 12, the same one you had to relearn when your dad had died. It was an ironclad mask.  “I forgot, you don't have a heart,” JJ smiles but drops it instantly.  “Tell me what you want, or leave,” you roll your eyes at him and he steps closer. Your heart starts racing as he leans over you, brushing a curl from your face and tucking it behind your ear.  “What do you want?” he rasps quietly and your eyes flutter, it's a reflex, and you don't know why. You don't understand why he has this effect on you.  “Nothing,” you press out, and his thumb ghosts your lips.  “I don't like when you lie to me, y/n,” JJ whispers, and you can't stop yourself from getting lost in his blue eyes. They are so different from Rafe's. JJ's eyes are bright and hopeful, they feel like happiness entrapped to you. And you can't stand it, because this isn't how it's supposed to be.  “Tell me what you want,” he demands, leaning down to smell your neck, his nose brushing against your skin and giving you goosebumps.  “It’s neither appropriate nor allowed,” you hush, and he chuckles.  "Since when do you care about any of that? You make the rules on this side of the island, don't you, princess?” 

You blame it on the tequila when your lips find his. You blame it on the daiquiri when he leads you into the cold supply closet, without pulling out of your kiss. You would blame it on the coke, when he pushes your dress up and sinks into you; but you hadn't had any coke that night. 

“Fuck, you're so wet for me, baby,” JJ groans, he had sat you down on a lower shelf, and you did your best to hold onto the metal structure that was pressing into your back.  “Shut up and kiss me, asshole,” you gasp, and he does just that. His kisses are wet and sloppy, just like his fast thrusts. But you can't stop kissing him, not only because it feels like heaven and hell combined. But mainly because you know you'd be screaming by the way his cock keeps kissing your cervix.  “You're so good at taking it, princess. Fuck, you feel so good,” JJ moans, and you can't help but feel pride in how much he seems to love it.  “Look at it,” you demand, and he dips his head, focusing on where you are connected. Your slip tucked to the side, but it's ruined anyway, it had been from the moment on he had started to flirt with you.  “What's that say,” JJ asks, his thumb rubbing over your tattoo, making you smirk.  “Eat me, Maybank. It says, eat me,” you moan, and he grins.  “Next time, princess,” he growls and starts rubbing your clit in harsh circles. You don't understand how he does it, but he has you moaning even louder, and clenching around his cock in the matter of minutes. The band in your stomach is ready to burst, and you don't think you've felt this good ever before. It feels like he's made for you, but you know that can't be the case.  “Cum for me, pretty girl. Soak my dick,” JJ breathes into your ear, and as soon as you come undone, he pulls his hand from your clit and shoves his fingers down your throat to shut you up.  You feel afloat and completely dazed when he pulls his fingers out and clasps his hand over your mouth. 

“Shh, quiet,” JJ whispers, and you hear footsteps outside the closet. If someone finds you, you're screwed.  “No, she's not down here either. Check upstairs again, man,” Rafe's annoyed voice carries through the door, and you stare at JJ. You're not scared of what might happen to you if Rafe found out, but more so that he'd finally snap and actually hurt JJ like he had threatened so many times before.  Rafe is still outside the door when JJ decides to start fucking you again, and your eyes roll back uncontrollably. He knows how badly you want to make a sound for him, but you can't let yourself.  As soon as his footsteps carry Rafe back upstairs, you let out a loud groan, pulling JJ into a kiss and purposely squeezing his dick just to prove to him that you're the one in charge. And when his hips stutter, and he spills out inside of you, you don't even mind it. You like the feeling, especially when he keeps fucking it into you, muttering incoherently about how good he fucked you. 

“Do you always praise yourself after?” you ask him after having pulled your dress back down.  “Do you always cheat on your boyfriend with Pogues?” he smirks, and you push him back against the shelf.  “If anyone finds out about this, you are dead, you understand? Either you shut up, and hope for a second time, or I can ruin your life. I don't need Rafe to do it for me, I can do it all by myself. Do you understand?” You poke into his chest and he nods.  “Good,” you take a step back again, and he grabs for your chin, pulling you close again.  “I have one question, princess. Has he ever fucked you raw?”  “I don't trust him enough for that,” you reply, and JJ snorts.  “Why'd you let me, then?”  “You don't sleep around as much as you pride yourself, Maybank. I mean, you're not bad, but- Well, it all comes down to the circles you run in and the ones you don't,” you give him a mean smile and open the door to go look for a bathroom. 

“How do you plan on not letting him find out if he never-”  “I told you, he does what I say. If I say no, he's not getting any,” you tell him and turn a corner towards the bathroom.  “You really got him wrapped around your finger,” JJ laughs.  “You too,” you grin before sitting down to pee, you don't care that he is standing right next to you.  “Didn't you literally call Cally R. disgusting for insinuating that she doesn't mind peeing in her boyfriend's presence?” JJ laughs.  “First of all,” you say while finishing up and standing. “Cally R. is a lying slut, the only reason why she keeps having to piss in front of her boyfriend is because she can't get rid of her std. And why doesn't it go away? Well, because little miss piss queen keeps on fucking Tyler Folly on the side. Calling her disgusting was the kindest thing I could do to her.”  “And the second reason?” JJ cocks his brow up.  “You're not my boyfriend, Maybank. And getting rid of your shit inside me, is kinda necessary unless you want me ending up like Cally,” you give him a threatening smile, and he holds his hands up in defense. “Good.”  “I'm just wondering if it's not hypocritical, with the whole fucking on the side and all,” he mumbles before wetting a towel and trying to remove the red lipstick marks from his face.  “I don't claim to love my boyfriend, and Rafe never claimed to love me. He thinks we have an open relationship on his side. I don't see why it can't be open on both,” you shrug and pull the lipstick from your bra to reapply it.  “Was I- was I better?” JJ mumbles, rubbing his hand over the nape of his neck.  “Could you choose between your two favorite types of food?” you ask, and he starts to grin.  “You know, that's a weird metaphor.”  “Simile,” you correct him, and he exhales a laugh.  “You're a real smartass, y/l/n.”  “And you can be glad you're pretty.”  “Pretty enough to fuck your brains out,” JJ turns you towards him and leans over, his lips ghosting yours and when he pulls back you exhale a breath you hadn't realized you were holding. “See,” he smirks.  “If you want to do it again you can't fuck around, and most importantly you won't tell a soul. But then again, who would even believe you,” you scoff and turn around to leave, taking the stairs and vanishing in the crowd before anyone had noticed where you had come from. 

“Where were you? I was looking all over,” Rafe sounds concerned and hugs you, out of courtesy, surely. Rafe rarely hugs you unless you ask for it, or the social obligations call for it.  “Just here and there, I went upstairs and forgot why. I'm sorry, babe,” you tell him, and he lets it go.  “Hey, y/n, wanna play a game with us?” Topper asks, and you turn to look at the group of people gathered, your eyes get stuck on JJ for just a second before they snap back to Top.  “Sure,” you smile and push Rafe into a chair, sitting down sideways on his lap. 

It's a dumb drinking game, just like always. It stays rather boring until Topper's new girlfriend gets to speak, and you instantly regret your choice to take part.  “Never have I ever had sex with someone in this room,” she giggles and falls back down into Top before they each take a sip of their drinks.  You take a sip, focusing on Rafe, but Rafe is staring right across from where the two of you are sitting.  “Why does Maybank keep staring at you,” he whispers in your ear and you shrug.  “He's a creep, you know that, babe,” you try to calm your boyfriend down, but you know it's not gonna help much. 

“Never have I ever cheated,” JJ says and takes a drink, but the chatter went mute as soon as the words left him. “I thought we were being honest, guys. God, you guys really are some Kooks,” he laughs and stands up to leave. His eyes are yet again fixed on you, but this time you can't force yourself to look away.  “Maybe cheating is just a Pogue quality,” you say, and a few silent mumbles seem to agree with your lie.  “You must know all about that, princess,” JJ smirks and tips his non-existent cap to you before turning and walking away, out of the house and into the darkness.  “He’s so weird,” Topper's girlfriend lets out a disgusted grunt.  “Was he even invited?” Topper asks and I roll my eyes.  “They don't check invitations at the entrance, stupid,” you laugh it off. “He probably stole something,” someone out of the crowd suggested, and you stood up in a light fit of anger, before you realized that you couldn't act on it.  “What would he steal here? Cheap candles from Target?” you scoff and walk off. “Rafe!” you call out, and he takes a moment before he meets you outside by the car. 

“I didn't wanna go home yet,” he complains.  “And? You have to drive me home. After that, you can do whatever the fuck you want,” you scoff at him, crossing your arms in front of your chest.  “What's up with you?” he snorts, opening the door for you and letting you get in.  “I'm tired and annoyed by these people who think they're better than anyone else, just because their dad's play golf and fuck their secretaries,” you mutter, and he stops asking, dropping you off at your house and driving off as soon as you are inside. 

Weeks go by in which you don't even see a glimpse of JJ. You manage to push the memory so far back into your brain that you don't even dream of it, well, not as often.  And when Rafe fucks you, it's good, it's great, but you don't feel as complete after as you had with JJ. 

“Best pussy in the fucking world,” Rafe groans as he pounds into you from behind. Your face is pressed into the duvet and your ass is high up in the air. He had been stretching you out for what felt like hours. It was good, he hit every single spot inside of you perfectly, but you couldn't get yourself to cum.  “Would be so much better without it, baby,” Rafe rasps, and you're not really listening, just nodding and groaning in response to whatever he's saying.  Before you can actually register what is happening, he has pulled out and slammed into you again, but it feels different. You can feel him more clearly, every single vein on his thick cock, the soft tip that kept nudging your cervix as he went deeper.  “Fuck, I love you, I love this pussy so much,” Rafe moans and without a single warning he cums inside you, filling you up and clouding your mind. You gasp, close to an orgasm but not yet there and if he'd just- but he pulls out and you all you can feel is used.  “Shit, did you not,” he pulls you into him, having fallen into the sheets by your side, but you put on a smile.  “It's okay. Next time,” you tell him and get up to clean yourself up. You curse yourself for losing yourself in your thoughts about JJ instead of paying attention to what your boyfriend had said to you. And now you had two guys thinking they could fuck you over anyway they wanted.

“Are you okay?” Rafe asks as you leave the bathroom wrapped in your robe.  “Yeah, just next time, maybe warn me beforehand. Probably would've been better if we had both finished,” you say and roll your eyes while your back is turned to him.  “Why are you getting dressed?”  “I have to buy q tips, we don't have any left,” you lie and he scoffs.  “You could just ask the help to go buy some, and I could make it up to you. Come on, baby,” he slaps the empty bed to his left, but you shake your head.  “I just need some air, all right.”  “Fine. But text me so I know you're okay,” he sighs and gets up to take a shower. 

You basically run out of the house, jumping in your car and driving off towards the Cut before you realize you don't even know where to go.  You pull out your phone and scroll down a long list of contacts before you find his number, saved under three Xs to remind you to never text him, but here you are, doing just that.  “Where are you?” you type out and hit send, a second later a text appears on your screen.  “why?”  “Tattoo” is all you say, but the three small dots stay for a while and then they vanish. You are about to curse him out when a text pops up.  “you know the Château?” “Routledge?” “yes” You put your phone away and start driving again. Maybe you'd have to thank Topper's weird obsession with Sarah for knowing where the house was, but you really couldn't. 

As soon as you arrive, you kill the engine and jump out of your jeep, stomping towards the porch.  “What the fuck are you doing here?” Kiara sneers at you, but you don't pay her any attention. You grab JJ's hand and drag him into the house.  “That's the wrong way,” he chuckles and holds you back from going deeper into the house, pulling you to the side and into a small bedroom.  “Tell me what's wrong,” he asks, wanting to hold onto you, but you brush him off.  “He said he loved me,” you yell at JJ even though it's not his fault, nor can he do anything about it.  “And that's bad?” he raises his eyebrows at you and you huff.  “Yes. Yes, it is. You don't fuck someone, not let them fucking finish and then tell them you love them,” you hiss quietly, not wanting his friends to be able to hear it all.  “I see. I can help with one of those,” JJ smirks and pulls you into a kiss. A kiss that makes you forget why you even came over. Like a snip of his finger, he had erased all the bad thoughts and feelings inside of you, replacing them with warmth and desire.  “They didn't believe me,” he whispers against your lips before bringing them into another kiss. You pull on his shirt, and he takes it off.  “Told you they wouldn't,” you smile and take your own shirt off before starting to fumble with his shorts.  “Now they have to,” JJ chuckles and pushes his pants down, leaving the boxers on. 

He pushes you onto the bed, kissing you all over, especially focusing on your tits, and you nearly cum just from that. His skilled tongue toys with your nipple while his hand squeezes the other tit mercilessly.  “You have the best tits, baby,” JJ moans against your skin, squeezing them another time before trailing his lips down the valley of your breasts and over your stomach to the hem of your jeans shorts.  “Are you sure?” he asks while looking up at you, but the way he's lying between your legs is godly. His unruly hair is hanging into his face, his lips slightly parted in a mischievous smile.  “I'll go ask one of the others if you don't want to,” you tease him, and he nips at your hips. “Don't ever suggest that shit again, princess.”  “Noted, but only if your tongue’s as good as your dick,” you smirk.  JJ takes his time taking off your shorts, teasing you and edging you on, and you want to drown in the feelings he can so easily conjure in you.  “You smell different,” he notes and presses his nose against your slip. “I'm not gonna do this when you smell like him.”  “I told you,” you sit up on your elbows and look at his disgusted face.  “You didn't say he fucked you raw. That's different, and you know it,” JJ complained and sat back up.  “I don't see the problem. It's an easy fix,” you shrug and pull him closer by his neck. Your lips press against his until you have him lying underneath you. 

“See, easy,” you grin down at him, pulling his boxers down just enough to let his hard cock spring free.  “Aren't you pretty,” you whisper to his pink tip, placing a kiss on it and tasting his salty precum.  “If you do that again, I'm busting a nut. You gotta warn a guy,” he laughs nervously.  “Cute,” you giggle and lift yourself up, pulling your slip to the side and brushing his throbbing tip through your aching slit. You let out a sigh of relief as you sink down on him, the familiarity makes you feel better instantly.  Fucking JJ is easy, it's messy, it's freeing.  You don't mind that he can't keep himself from cumming when you do, because he's ready instantly as if it never had happened.  You claw at his chest while you bounce on him, screaming of pleasure and not caring who can hear you.  Your pussy sounds obscenely wet, and can feel the mix of your many releases spill out of you and onto him. But JJ doesn't care as long as you keep fucking yourself with his dick, he doesn't even mind having to take over when you get a cramp in your leg.  He's moaning and cursing worse than you, calling you all kinds of dirty things, but mostly he's showering you with compliments, which turns you on even more than you had ever thought.  And when he finally pulls out, your pussy is still clenching, pushing out all of his and your cum. 

“Would you look at that, princess. We should definitely not clean you up and send you back home just like that, show him who's actually better at fucking this pretty pussy.” JJ says and takes two fingers to push his cum back into you.  “J, please,” you beg him to stop. You are overstimulated and sore, so sore you feel like you might not be able to walk properly the next few days.  “Oh, but we haven't even done what you promised me, princess. You wouldn't let a poor guy starve, would you?” JJ gives you a pout and moves back to kiss your swollen cunt. A jolt goes through your body as he does it another time.  “You taste so sweet, baby,” he moans into you, his hands massaging your thighs; tongue dipping into your hole and nose brushing against your clit.  You moan and mewl as he slowly kisses and licks you to your orgasm, you can't even remember how many you've had that day, but what you do know is that the last one was the best one. 

“Where'd you learn to use your tongue like that?” you ask him out of breath as he's lying next to you.  “Natural talent, y/l/n,” JJ boasts and turns his head to kiss you, twisting his tongue with yours and then pulling you closer. His hand is harshly gripping your thigh, pulling your leg over his own; while your own hands are entangled in his hair. There's a sense of security in the way he kisses you, like you know he won't leave even if you'd tell him to.  “JJ-” you try to pull away, but his lips keep on chasing yours, even when you try to get his attention by biting him. So, you pull on his hair, holding his head in place and making him whine with it.  “S’unfair,” he murmurs.  “I have to go home, it's late,” you remind him.  “You could stay, I could show you how much better I am at morning sex,” JJ tries to convince you, but you know it's impossible.  You let go of his head and twirl a strand of his hair in between your fingers. “It's a charming proposal, but you know I can't. He'll come looking for me, and we don't want that to happen, do we?”  “I’ll let you go if you answer me one question.”  You roll your eyes at his antics, but agree to it anyway. “Deal, dumbass,” you smile. “Why’d you text me?” JJ whispers, and you sigh, turning around to look at the ceiling.  “I don't know,” you lie.  “I think you do, you're just lying to yourself if you say anything else. Because I wouldn't have told you to come by if I didn't feel the same,” he admits and nuzzles his face into your neck.  “It's a polar opposite. And I never thought- It's difficult to know you want a specific thing when you never had it, and once it’s there, it's hard to forget about it. And he won't give me that, I know it,” you explain quietly and JJ kisses your neck in response.  “I would never even consider not letting you cum, baby,” he hushes against your skin, and it gives you goosebumps all over. It's cozy and loving in a way, and it might just scare the life out of you when you realize that you crave this affection he's giving you.  “I have to go,” you press out and jump up, leaving JJ groaning as he runs his hands over his face. You find your clothes pretty quickly and put them back on, while he stays in bed, lying there looking like a Greek god.  “You look severely fuck out. I like it,” he grins, his head propped up on his hand. “Walk of shame material?”  “Nah, nothing to be ashamed of.”  “You know that's not what I meant,” you sigh and leave the room to go look for the bathroom.  “Left,” JJ calls out, and you turn left, towards the end of the hallway and enter the small bathroom. You don't understand how they can live in such a narrow space, but you know mentioning it will not end well. 

Your curls are standing up in every possible direction and your eyes look extremely tired.  “See, not bad at all,” JJ smirks, leaning in the doorway of the bathroom.  “Do you have a hair tie or something?” you ask, and he steps behind you and pulls a drawer open. You pick out a simple black hair tie that could easily pass as one of your own, and wind your hair into a loose knot.  “Tell me again why I should let you go back to that asshole?” JJ asks, laying his chin on your shoulder.  “One, because he's not an asshole, and two, because he's gonna kill you. I don't want to see you dead, you're really good at what you do,” you say while looking at him through the mirror, and the smile on his face gets deeper as you speak.  “The secret side piece,” JJ flashes his brows at you, and you can't stop the light chuckle that leaves you. Charming and sweet and all you should ever want and need- “I really have to go now,” you remind yourself, and he lets go of you. 

When you walk out onto the porch, your eyes meet Sarah's and your heart stops, but you can't let yourself get caught up in it. You know, she hasn't spoken to Rafe in a whole year. She surely won't break that silence just to tell on you.  Your feet quickly move you towards your car, but before you can open your door, you are harshly turned around and pushed against the metal.  JJ kisses you so hard, you wish you could go back inside and do it all over again. His hand is holding onto your neck while the other is gripping your waist. It feels like the best kiss in your entire life, and it awakes something inside of you that you had long thought dead. The tiny flutter in your stomach is as faint as a gust of wind in spring, but you know it's there, and you know it'll just complicate everything else with it. When he pulls away, he does it slowly, leaving an abundance of small, soft kisses on your lips before running his thumb over them.  “She won't tell. None of them will, I promise,” he whispers and you nod, believing him.  “You should go. Didn't know kissing alone could turn a guy on like that.” You smirk innocently as your hand traces over his erection, and he can't even hide it because he hadn't thought about putting on anything more than underwear.  “That's all you,” JJ whispers and kisses you one last time. “Text me,” he says before stepping back and letting you get into your car.  As you drive off, you can see him flipping off his friends before going inside; and then the house, and all of them with it, vanish as you make your way back home. 

“Where were you?” Rafe bludgeons as soon as you get through the door.  “Out. You don't need to know everything, you know?” you snap at him.  “You didn't text and were gone for hours, y/n.”  “Shit, you sound more like my parents then my parents ever did,” you laugh and make your way into the kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of orange juice and downing it in one go.  “Excuse me for giving a fuck,” Rafe barks, and you roll your eyes.  “If you hadn't been selfish, like fucking always, I wouldn't have walked out.”  “I wanted to make it up to you. You left!” he counters and you gulp hard.  “Tell me what you would've done. Something that puts me first for a change or no?” Your blood is boiling and there is nothing that can stop your fit of rage. It had been easier to look past Rafe's selfish tendencies when you hadn't known any better, but now that you do, you can't help but get annoyed at him for it.  “Where's this coming from now?” he laughs, pacing along the room.  “God, why can't you fucking open your eyes! You know, sometimes I fake it just so it's over quicker,” you spit out, but he knows it's a lie, it's the one thing you promised each other to never lie about.  “You never tell me what you want either,” Rafe says, and you hate that it's true.  “Would you do it if I did?”  “I can try,” he raises his shoulders in what feels like defeat to you, but you can't be sure.  “Good,” you glare, but you know it's unnecessary.  “Now?” he asks, somewhat hopeful, but you shake your head.  “Maybe tomorrow, or whenever. I'm tired right now,” you sigh and make your way upstairs to take a bath. 

The hot water is soaking your body, and you close your eyes and let it play out again. How JJ kept kissing you as he fucked you senseless, how his praises worked way better for you than Rafe's degradations. How he had kept looking up at you with his head buried between your legs.  Your hand travels down between your legs, rubbing soft circles on your clit, and it's not enough. Your fingers plunge into your pussy, curling perfectly, but it's not enough. You can't reach, and it frustrates you.  You step out of the tub, dripping wet as you make your way into the bedroom and Rafe doesn't complain when you straddle him. And he complains even less you start to fuck yourself with his dick. It's not something you’ve ever done with him, but he wants to be better for you, and he doesn't mind as long as he gets to fuck you one way or the other.  “Tell me how much you want me,” you moan softly while bouncing on his huge cock. The light stinging feeling his size always causes you just adds to your pleasure.  “You're so fucking hot, fucking me like the slut you are,” Rafe rasps, holding onto your hips.  “No, something nice. Tell me something nice.” You shake your head but keep going anyway.  “Uhm, okay… You're fucking me so well, baby,” Rafe says, but his eyebrows are furrowed until you moan louder.  “Yes, more.”  “I love your tight pussy, baby,” he groans, and you fall down on top of him, kissing him, but it doesn't feel at all like you had hoped. He tastes like whiskey, but you craved the mix of weed and beer. Yet all of your thoughts about it fly out the window when he stops your hips and starts pounding into you from below.  “Faster,” you gasp into him, biting his lip and digging your nails into his shoulders. It's mind-bending, they way he fucks you and his uncontrollable noises turn you on even more. Rafe grunts and moans like you've not heard it before, and you wish you had made him try it earlier. 

“Fuck, baby, tell me you're close,” Rafe moans, and you press your face against his shoulder, feeling the band inside you tighten.  “So close, babe, don't stop,” you cry out and snake a hand down to your clit rubbing harshly and suddenly JJ's words echo in your mind.  “Cum for me, y/n. Be a good girl and let go.” You scream when your orgasm rips through you and Rafe follows just a second later, pushing in deeper and painting your walls in his pretty white.  “Keep going, just a bit,” you instruct him, and he fucks his cum into you with a few more thrusts until you tell him to stop again.  “That was probably the best sex we ever had,” you sigh, still not ready to get up and have him leave you.  “Definitely top ten,” Rafe pants and runs his hand over your back.  “No, definitely the best,” you argue with a smile and he caves.  “All right, the best.” 

After having cleaned up you're back in bed, and cuddled into his side, your head resting on his chest.  “Why didn't you tell me all that earlier? We could've done this already,” he whispers, and you don't know how to come up with a good lie.  “I don't know. Maybe I hoped you'd figure it out on your own one day.”  “It's very different from what we usually do,” Rafe mumbles, brushing over your hair.  “I like how you fuck me, but sometimes I need something for me. I need control too,” you whisper and he kisses your head.  “We can do that.”  “Good.”  “I love you,” Rafe sighs, and you can hear his breath slow as he falls asleep. 

Your dreams are haunted by JJ, always, and you wish you could turn it off. Sometimes Rafe gets to him, other times you see yourself living the Pogue life, as if that was ever something you'd even do as much as consider. But tonight it's different from any other time. 

You are at home, Rafe is sitting at the kitchen island, and JJ is lying on the couch. They are both aware of each other and not actively trying to murder one another. The whole scene makes you incredibly suspicious, but it just gets worse when two blonde children come running in.  “Dad!” one of them yells and both JJ and Rafe pick up their heads.  “What's up?” Rafe asks and gets up from his seat, giving you a loving smile before leaning down to the child and talking to it.  “Well, your friends are pretty fucking stupid for not getting it,” Rafe tells the child and JJ snorts.  “Yeah, what's not to get? My wife has another guy, and we play daddy roulette every single time.”  “Daddy roulette?” you ask and furrow your brows at the two.  “You said it's better to not know. Removes the thing for fighting or whatever,” JJ explains.  “This one, definitely mine,” Rafe points at your stomach, and you look down at yourself to see yourself severely pregnant. Your belly is bigger than you'd ever imagined and it feels even worse.  “Why is it so big?” Your heart starts racing, and you feel like you're about to fall over.  “That's because we're having twins. You got a Maybank and a Cameron in there, baby, just like you love it,” JJ grins and your vision goes blurry. 

“Y/n, will you please stop screaming? I was trying to sleep!” Rafe groans after shaking you awake.  “Sorry,” you mumble and turn away from him.  “Bad dream or what?” he asks.  “You don't have to pretend to care,” you whisper, and he snakes his arm around your waist, pulling you flush to his chest.  “I do care, but I also really need to sleep, baby,” he mumbles and kisses your neck a single time.  “We should just sleep,” you mutter and this time you are allowed to get your few hours of dreamless sleep instead of being haunted by your mistakes. 

Weeks turn into months, and one hookup every other week turns to some every other day.  The more Rafe tries to focus more on you, the more you seem to crave JJ and the lightness of what you have with him.  Like the quick fucks in the Country Club restroom, or the “business meetings” you tell Rafe about. After all, you really don't have a choice, because where Rafe is still reluctant to go down on you, JJ is offering it every single time, even when you are really not capable of cumming another time.  You know it would be technically easy to break up with Rafe, but you can't. You promised your dead father to marry a good man, someone from a good family. And Rafe is exactly what your dad had in mind.  And even if that wasn't the case, you still couldn't, or just don't want to, really.  You like that every girl on the island seems to want what you have, especially with both boys on your leash. You like that people are scared of you, because they know Rafe does what you tell him to, and not because he’s scared, no because he knows it's the best way to live his life. What most people don't know is that although still rich, the Camerons had suffered a dent in their savings, and not a small one. But you, you are secured by a long line of rich assholes. Old money. More than you could ever spend in a lifetime. Which just means that Rafe doesn't have the faintest idea why he should ever leave you. You are his perfect package deal. 

“boat day?” The text from JJ rips you out of your thoughts, and you praise the fact that Rafe has the day packed with meetings.  “sure” you reply quickly and get back to doing your hair.  “I should come pick you up”  “no, you really shouldn't.” You shake your head at his dangerously stupid idea. The boat thing is after all already risky, you don't need to up the chances of anyone finding out. “Will be there in 30.”

“What the fuck is she doing here?” Kiara scoffs as soon as you get out of your car.  “I invited her,” JJ shrugs as if it's nothing special and keeps walking towards the pier.  “You shouldn't get to invite anyone, especially not the Kook bitch who keeps fucking you on the side to get back at her even worse Kook boyfriend,” Kiara complains. “I'm not getting back at anyone,” you smile at her, knowing how much it must enrage her that you keep your cool and calm exterior.  “Just, please be nice, Kie,” JJ yells from afar and you hide your grin.  “John B!” Kiara hollers and walks back into the house, while you keep standing there, leaning against your car. As soon as JJ comes back they all gather on the porch, discussing the matter of your attendance. 

“You know I can hear you, right?” you say loudly after Kiara had called you a slut the third time in a row. “Then why are you still here?” she snaps at you.  You stroll towards the steps that lead up the porch and walk to where they are standing. It's not that you are particularly happy that they are all there too, but you at least have the decency to be nice to them, if not for anything but JJ’s sake.  “I'm interested in what your issue is here,” you ask and Sarah scoffs.  “Maybe that you're a horrible person. Using JJ? Cheating on my brother?”  “Oh, a horse can only be that high,” you smile at her.  JJ tugs on your hand and makes you look at him. “You said you'd be nice.”  “I am nice. I'm not the one calling people slut and whore and what else y'all can come up with for me. But I'm not gonna stand here and hear these insults if they can't even take one back. And for the record that wasn't an insult, it was the truth and y'all know it,” you say and John B runs his hands through his hair, visibly on edge.  “Are you kidding me? You literally insult us all the fucking time,” Kiara spits at you, and you can't help the tiny laugh that escapes you.  “I don't insult Pogues, you guys have it hard enough as is, but… you're not a Pogue, Carrera. I guess that means you're fair game, because that one,” you point at Sarah, “is basically family, as much as I hate to say it, and you don't go against your own.”  “You’re not my family. You'll never be,” Sarah shakes her head.  “Okay,” you roll your eyes at her.  “Can we just-” JJ tries to get control of the conversation, but Kiara stops him.  “No, we can't. If she's here, I'm leaving.”  “Y'all are the worst fucking friends in the world,” you laugh and take a step back, ready to leave. “Incredible.” You turn around and walk back to your car, JJ right behind you. 

“Don't leave, please,” he asks, and you stop in your tracks, turning around on the dirt and looking straight at him.  “I tried, you can't tell me to do more than that. I'm not gonna be called a whore and slut every five fucking minutes. It's appalling how your friends can't even pretend to like me for a few hours, but I'm supposed to do so while also being insulted. I'm not doing that. I'm sorry.” “I'll make it up to you, just don't go,” he begs and you shake your head. “No.” “What do you mean no?”  “I mean, no, because you have nothing to make up to me. They are the ones constantly fucking up. Last time you told them beforehand, and suddenly they all had different plans. They hate me,” you tell him, but he didn't seem to wanna hear it.  “Can we just try and-”  “I did try. Don't force me to do this, J. I can't do this if they can't even manage to not call me names,” you say quietly, and he takes your face in his hands, warm and calloused.  “Will you wait just another few minutes and if I can't fix it, we will go to my place. Sound all right?” His voice is low and raspy, and it's making you wet just a little bit.  “You never invited me to your house before,” you whisper, blushing and pressing your thighs together to try to get rid of the growing desire between them. “It's an equally favorable outcome to the other thing then?”  “More favorable to me,” you smile and lean up to peck his lips. “Use that magical charm of yours,” you whisper and push him back to go talk to his friends. 

Half an hour later you're all sitting on the small boat somewhere in the marsh.  “You want a beer?” JJ asks and hands you a can. “You know how to shotgun, right?”  “I can pretend I don't so you can show me,” you smile at him and he laughs.  “That would be cheating.” You grin at him before taking out your keys, plunging a hole in the can and chugging it in a matter of seconds.  “Impressive,” JJ notes before shotgunning his own can and dropping some beer on his sun kissed skin. You don't even think about it when you lean in and kiss the droplets away. Your kisses trail upwards, along his neck until they connect to his mouth, and he kisses you like his life depends on it. His hands come up to hold your face, while yours are in his neck, twirling the hair at the nape of it.  “I should shotgun a few more if this is the new process,” JJ smirks, his forehead leaning against yours.  You blink slowly, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth and giving him a small nod. “M-hmm,” you hum, and he places another kiss on your lips. 

“Should we, uh, play a game or?” Pope suggests, and you turn to shift your focus away from JJ and towards the people he calls his friends.  “What type of game?” you ask with a genuine interest.  “Truth or dare,” Kiara suggests with a mean smile on her face.  “Who starts?” you ask and give her a polite smile, serving its intended purpose when she rolls her eyes.  “Truth or dare, princess,” JJ asks and turns your head towards him with a simple nudge of his finger.  “Truth,” you whisper.  “Why did you come when I asked?”  “Because I like you,” you gaze into his blue eyes, and he smiles, “for more than the incredible sex also. It's actually pretty fun with you.”  “Definite win on my end,” he whispers.  “Truth or dare… John B,” you say before turning your head to look at him. He gives you a confused look, his eyes jumping between JJ and you.  “Truth,” he shrugs.  “Do you actually hate me or do you just hate me because your girlfriend hates me?” Your smile is sugar sweet, but the glare you give Sarah could definitely make milk curdle.  “I mean, you're a Kook and I don't understand what this is,” he gestures at JJ and you. “But I guess, I don't know you enough to hate you or like you.”  His answer genuinely surprises you because you didn't think he'd be honest and not just say the thing Sarah wanted to hear. 

The game goes back and forth with a few dares and a few harmless truths in between, until it's Sarah's turn, and she glares at you as if she wants to actually kill you.  “Truth or Dare, y/l/n?”  “Dare,” you reply quickly, and her mean smile grows wider.  “Call Rafe and tell him where you are,” she demands. “It's 2:30pm, he's in a meeting. I'm not gonna call him during a meeting just because of a stupid game,” you scoff and laugh at her stupid dare.  “How do you know he's in a meeting right this second?” she hits back at you, and you can't help but laugh even more, but you catch yourself and answer a bit more seriously. “I have his schedule memorized. That's what you do when you're a good girlfriend.”  “A good girlfriend wouldn't cheat!” she screams at you. “You think he doesn't? That's a pretty narrow-minded way to look at it, sis.” You know the new nickname has her boiling, and the little sadistic part of your brain loves to see it. “And you don't get to talk about cheating, everyone is aware of your timeline errors.”  “I never loved Topper,” she defends herself, as if it makes her morally superior to you. “And I don't love Rafe, but you at least had a fucking choice because your shitty life was never bound to you marrying whoever your parents pick so you ‘get to’ inherent what would rightfully be yours anyway. So don't fucking tell me what to do with my life, because everyone else has always done it too, and they had more legitimacy for it,” you yell at her, unintentionally spilling more of your secrets than you had initially wanted to, and they all go quiet. The only thing you can hear after you're done is a few frogs, the birds close by, the waves crashing against the boat and your heart pounding in your chest.

JJ pulls you in closer and hugs you while placing soft, calming kisses on your neck.  “I wanna go home,” you whisper to him, tired of having had to pretend, even if it had just been for an hour.  “Let me talk to them. I promise it's gonna get better,” he says and gets up.  There's no doubt in your mind that it won't. Yet you don't understand why you keep giving him, and with it, them, one chance after the other, when you wouldn't usually give anyone even a second chance. You look out onto the water, your legs propped up, arms around them and your head lying on your knees. You think back to the last night you had with your dad, before he had died in a horrible car crash. T-boned by a drunk driver who hadn't seen a red light. You think about how you had tried to convince him to change his mind, that you could run the company without a man by your side, that you were good enough. But all your pleas had fallen on deaf ears. And your mom isn't any better. She decided to stay away, vacating in Palm Beach and only coming home every other month to make sure you are still alive. She deals with grief like that. By sunbathing and drinking and pretending like everything is fine and perfect and not at all in shambles.  Instead, you decided to close off your heart, and that worked for nearly two years until JJ decided to charm his way into it. You don't like it, the thought of feeling all this pain again. Or worse, to know once you let yourself love, the pain will be inevitable. People leave one way or the other, that's how life has always been and how it always will be. 

“Hey,” John B rips you out of your head, and you don't even turn to look at him as he sits down next to you.  “What do you want?” you say in the meanest way you can conjure, but it still sounds pathetic.  “I'm sorry about your dad, I know he died a few years back. I, uhm, I just wanted to say I understand how hard it can be to live up to their expectations, especially after they-”  “I don't need your pity, Routledge,” you snap and look at him. “You don't know anything about me. You don't have to pretend to care.”  “I was just trying to help,” he apologizes and gets up again. 

Your mind wanders back to the night, to the pain. It's scarily easy to revisit that memory. Seeing yourself standing over the table in the morgue, having to identify that, “yes, that's my dad,” because your mother had broken down as soon as the message had come through. You were keeping yourself together for her, for everyone around you who came with their condolences and expected a consolation prize for caring the bare minimum. You remember taking the ring from his cold, stiff finger. You remember having to pick out the casket, the suit, the food, where and when and how and-  You feel like your lungs are empty, like you had stopped breathing air, but pain and desperation instead. Tears are building in your eyes. You can't blink, can't let them run, can't let anyone see you cry, especially not these people. The only one who has gotten to see you cry ever, apart from your parents, is Rafe. And maybe you are aware that you can't leave him because he knows the part of you that you try so hard to keep hidden. Because he was the only one caring for you when everyone else was solely relying on you.  And now you are hurting him, in a way you never thought you would, but you can't help it, you're too far in it now. You need to tell him, needed two months ago, but you hadn't, because you were scared of breaking his heart. Because you know telling him might mean losing the one good and secure thing you had going for yourself. Maybe you never considered it love, because it doesn't look like the love from the movies and books you basically inhaled in your early teens. Maybe you do have a childish outlook on love after all, because whatever connects you and Rafe goes deeper than that. 

“You okay?” JJ asks, standing over you, and you muster a faint smile for him.  “I just really wanna go home now, I'm sorry,” you apologize for it, although you know you're not the only one at fault for it. You're soft for him, because he needs it, because you need it in a way. But it's so different from Rafe and you don't know if you can survive without either of them. If you could, you'd put them in a blender and get the perfect boyfriend out of it. But life isn't a fairy tale. “It's okay,” he smiles and kisses your forehead before turning to the steering wheel and starting the engine. 

As soon as you're back at the Château you get off the boat and basically run towards your car. If not for JJ, you wouldn't even think twice about ever coming back. But this was his second home, his happy place.  “Hey, y/n, wait a sec,” JJ calls after you and you stop to turn around.  “I don't care if they like me, J, but I'm not gonna be able to do this again. Not like this. I really want to, for you, but if they can't bring up the same amount of- They need to try too, all of them, and not when I accidentally tell them my whole life story so they can pity me. I'm not gonna do it that way,” you say softly and he nods.  “I understand. Will you text me that you got home safe? Please,” he whispers and you nod. There's a moment of silence, insecure and heavy, as if he doesn't know what to do, so you do the only thing you can think of to stop the awkward moment from prolonging. In a quick motion you lean up and kiss his cheek. 

As soon as you come home you text him a quick “am home” and turn back to wallowing in your sadness.  It takes Rafe another two hours to get back home and as soon as he walks in, you jump into his arms, trying to find the little security you knew you could always hold onto.  “Hey, baby, what's up? Huh? Missed me that much?” Rafe asks with a light chuckle while holding you up, with one arm around your waist and the other holding onto his bag.  “Missed you,” you mumble into him, not wanting to actually tell him why you are feeling down, but you know you need to. Soon. Very soon.

He puts down his bag and carries you into the kitchen, sitting you down on the island and taking your puffy face in his hands.  “What happened?” he asks softly, softer than you know him.  “I don't want you to be angry with me,” you whisper, and he prods the inside of his cheek with his tongue before nodding.  “I won't be, I promise.”  “I, uh…,” the words get stuck in your throat, and you feel the tears well up again.  “Whatever it is, you know I love you,” he says, and it makes your heart feel even heavier.  “I've been seeing someone else,” you whisper, and he takes a step back, laughing and running his hands through his hair. There is no mistake in how mad he is, because this was a new level of mad, one you haven't seen before.  “Who?” he barks and you flinch. “Who is it, y/n?”  “No, you'll hurt him. I won't let you hurt him,” you shake your head, and he steps closer again.  “Why should I give a fuck about how you feel right now? Huh?! For how long have you been cheating on me?” he screams into your face. “Rafe, please,” you beg softly, and he takes a step away again, and a second later his fist lands in a cabinet door.  “How long, y/n?” he yells.  “Four months,” you whisper and he laughs.  “You gotta be kidding me.”  “I didn't know- It's confusing and then today-” you stammer, and he interrupts you.  “You were with him today? That's why you're crying? And you expect me to not go and kill that guy instantly?”  “I love you,” you yell at him, and he stops, furrowing his brows and looking at you more confused than you have ever seen him. 

“What?”  “I think so, at least. It's very confusing,” you mumble, looking down at your hands.  “Is that supposed to be an apology? You tell me you've been fucking some asshole on the side and think it'll all be made okay by finally telling me that you love me after two years?” His anger is back, but he's still confused, and you don't know what to do about it. All you know is that you need to be truthful about it, as much as you can, as much as he lets you. “I know it doesn't make sense and I know it's not an apology. I don't mean it like that. But today, things were said by other people, not him, he was trying to help- I don't know what I feel,” you shake your head.  “None of that makes any sense, baby,” Rafe runs his hand over his face.  “I didn't think that what I felt for you was love because no one ever told me it could be like that. But I do. I love you and I made a horrible mistake, but I would have never known- I can't survive on just one. I need both of you to be happy,” you say, and he steps closer, harshly taking your face in his hand.  “Who!”  “JJ,” you whisper and his hand slips down to your throat, holding you tight enough to restrict your blood flow, making you dizzy.  “You let a dirty Pogue fuck you? And then you come back here and pretend like nothing happened?”  “I love you,” you are practically begging him to not hurt JJ, your own well-being has become secondary the moment you decided to tell Rafe about it all.  “Is that why you wanted to do all that new shit?” he laughs almost hysterically, squeezing a little tighter and your vision starts getting blurry.  “Please,” you choke out, and he lets go again.  “You know what the worst part is? That this started making more sense in the last few months, and now you're tellin’ me it's because you’re fucking Maybank on the side. That's fucked up, y/n,” Rafe shakes his head.  “I never got mad at you for cheating on me,” you remind him quietly, it's a low blow, but you know it's gonna do the trick. His escapades early on in your relationship, and even a few slip ups in the first year after your dad hadn't bothered you much anyway back then.  “No, but you never got mad at me for anything because you don't have a fucking heart. You were acting like a fucking robot until-,” he doesn't even finish the sentence, only shaking his head yet again.  “I don't understand why, Rafe. You have to believe me. And I tried not to. I did. For months before. And then it happened once, and I tried to stay away but then you- you hurt my feelings and I had no one else-” you stammer, and he glares at you.  “The best sex we ever had? Because you had just fucked him?”  “I know you. You're not happy with all I need. And everything you can give me- It's not enough, and I hate myself for it. I wish it was but it isn't. And I can't keep on trying to change you. I won't do that to you. It's not fair to either of us,” you whisper.  “You think you can have us both? Maybe we should call your little boy toy and ask him what he thinks, because apparently you value his fucking Pogue opinion more than me!” Rafe snaps and rips the phone from your back pocket.  “Rafe, please don't,” you cry, and he smirks, but it's neither playful nor sweet, it's simply vicious.  “Oh, I have a way worse idea, baby, and you won't say no because you love me, right?” he taunts, and you nod slowly, knowing whatever’s to happen next won't be the last punishment you receive for your crimes. 

Rafe throws you over his shoulder and carries you upstairs and into the bedroom. Throwing you on the bed as if you weigh nothing.  You know not to move when he's in a mood, he'll do it by himself or give you strict orders to follow. Doing anything on your own account will just make it worse for you.  “Take off that horrible dress,” he barks while walking into the closet to pick out a tie and get his special box for you. You do as you are told, and he comes over to you, pulling on your arms and tying your wrists together behind your back so you can't use your hands anymore.  Then he pulls on the strings of the tiny bikini you had on, having expected to go swimming before you had left for JJ’s. The flimsy piece comes undone and Rafe slaps your ass a single time, but it stings harsh enough for you to whine a little.  “The more you cry, the worse it'll get,” he threatens, and you try to swallow the pain as he sits and pulls you to lie over his lap, spanking you for half an eternity. And even when he's done and goes over to softly massaging your butt, it's still stinging, and you don't know how much more you can take if this was the start of it. 

“You think that was enough? Or do you deserve some more?” Rafe asks and you gulp before replying quietly.  “I was a very bad girl,” you say, just like he always wanted to hear. It had only happened two times before that he had decided to play these games in such an extreme way. The first time you had drunkenly flirted with some Touron and Rafe had decided it was the best way to teach you a lesson. That was a month into your relationship. The second time was a week before your dad had died, and he keeps telling you that he regrets doing it, but you know he doesn't. You had made fun of his family that night, just a little bit, but it had been enough to grant a punishment.  But neither of those come close to the pain you imagine he must be feeling right now. And you rather let him take his anger out on you than go and hurt JJ. That was the better option, surely.  “Yes, you were, baby. That's why you're gonna do whatever I say now. You know the rules. And if you cum I'll hurt you some more,” Rafe pulls you back up and you nod.  “Won't cum.”  “Good. Now lay down and let me fuck your throat,” he says, and you hesitate for a second but do it anyway. He's aware that you don't like it, not because it's not fun, but because he's simply too big for you to be able to breathe properly while doing it on his terms.  

Yet here you are, lying on the bed with your head hanging off the edge. But before he tells you to open up, he goes to his box, taking out a tiny device and smirking mischievously.  “You know what, we're doing it differently tonight,” Rafe pulls you up to sit. Then he goes to bend you over and for a moment you think he's just gonna fuck you, but instead he shoves the toy into you, filling both holes without any prep, and you cry out at the unexpected intrusion and the low vibrations of the toy.  “No. You're not gonna cum from that, and if there's anything on that when I pull it out, I'll make it hurt worse. Do you understand?” He warns and you nod.  “I understand.”  “Good. Kneel,” he orders and points at the rug in front of the bed and you follow diligently. 

When he tells you to open up, you do it, and when he tells you to moan around him, you do it, and when he tells you to look into the camera, you do it, albeit reluctantly.  Rafe doesn't care that you're close to choking on his cock, or that you can't stop the tears from streaming down your cheek. He doesn't care that your jaw will hurt for the two following days. He doesn't care because he knows it's still not enough punishment, and you know he's right.  Once he's happy with his little video, he tells you to get up and lie down again, and once you do, he pulls you towards the edge of the bed again and goes back to fucking your throat. What you can't see, because his balls are in your face, is that he's gone back to filming you, especially the part where his dick goes so far down your throat that it's visible on your neck.  Somehow you managed to blend out the vibrations in your pussy and ass, the low intensity was barely doing anything to you but edge you on more and more. 

“You're a real slut, aren't you, baby,” he huffs after pulling out and manhandling you to be face down before him. Your legs are propped up and spread wide as he harshly pulls the toy out, and you can't help the gasp that escapes your throat.  “Tell me you love me again, and I might stop,” he rasps, and you are about to say it, but just as you open your mouth to speak, he thrusts into you. An obscenely loud moan is all you can conjure before he starts ramming into you.  “Tell me how much you love me!”  “Love you, Rafe. Love you and your cock so much,” you cry out and a second later your phone lands on the bed right next to your head.  “Look who called to check up on you, baby. Tell him how much you love when I take what's mine!” Rafe demands and your eyes fill with tears as you see the screen.  “What the fuck is this?” JJ asks and you sob.  “Rafe, no,” you cry.  “You want him so bad, he has to know what it means to share you. Because I'm not letting you go, baby,” Rafe growls, fucking you harder and your tears keep on streaming.  “Princess, it's okay. Focus,” JJ tells you through the phone, and you don't understand why he didn't hang up immediately.  “I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Rafe, please,” you beg, but he won't stop, not until he's got what he wants.  “Tell him how much you love me,” Rafe barks, pulling on your hair and yanking you towards him. “You don't get to make any demands tonight, baby. You know what you did to me!”  He pushes you back down, and you land face first in the duvet, sobbing uncontrollably. “I'm sorry. I love you. I'm sorry,” you are close to hyperventilating. Your body is sore and tired, but he won't stop the attack on your poor pussy.  “You hear that Maybank, she loves me!” Rafe says, jealousy drenching his voice, and picks up the phone. “But I still don't think she deserves to cum. Do you?”  “You're sick, Rafe,” JJ hisses through the phone, but your mind is starting to go blank, the noise of his skin slapping against your own, and the quenching sound of your pussy is filling your ears.  “No, she's sick. One dick isn't enough for the little bitch. Nah, she needs two fillings to feel better about herself,” Rafe laughs, and you're so far gone that you can barely hear him anymore.  “Princess, focus on me. Come on, pretty girl,” JJ pleads and you nod absentmindedly.  “Shit, stop,” Rafe moans, but you can't. JJ's soft, loving words of encouragement have triggered your release, and you really don't have any control over it.  You moan so loud you think the whole island might hear, but you don't care, actually. And when you push your ass back into Rafe he loses his game and cums so hard that he collapses onto you almost instantly. 

Panting you lie there, incapable of saying a single word, but at least JJ had disconnected the call.  “I get it now,” Rafe pants and pulls you into him, hugging you and kissing the top of your head. “Maybe I can learn to live with it.”  “Love you,” is all you manage to say before your exhaustion takes over, and you fall into a deep dreamless slumber. 

You don't even feel like getting up the next morning, but you do it anyway. Pulling on one of Rafe's shirts to feel a tiny bit of familiar comfort you prod downstairs after having cleaned up the tiniest bit.  “Good morning,” Rafe says as soon as you step into the kitchen.  “Morning,” you walk past him, kissing his cheek just like any normal day. But unlike any normal day, Rafe isn't dressed yet, he's only got his shorts on and something tells you he had planned it.  “I don't think you should get to wear my shirts right now. I'm still mad at you, remember?” he nods at you, and you sigh, wanting to turn back and go change, but his hand shoots out to hold you back. “Oh, no, no. You're gonna take it off here. And you're gonna eat without it on.”  “But I don't have anything else on,” you complain quietly and he shrugs.  “Not my problem.”  You pull the shirt over your head and hand it to him. “Anything else?”  “Actually, yeah,” Rafe gives you a lopsided grin before sitting you up on the island. 

It stings when he pushes into you, stretching you to your limit without any prep. But it's a punishment, you shouldn't enjoy it anyway.  His grunts and curses and intensely hard thrusts make you whimper, but at least he doesn't tell you off about it this time. Instead, he encourages you, wanting to see the tears and as soon as they start running his thrusts grow sloppier.  “I brought waffles as a peace offering,” you hear JJ's voice and footsteps that are coming closer. Your head spins around, and you stare at him across the room. The shock on his face tells you that he had just as much been blindsided by this as you, and it takes him another moment to drag his eyes away from the scene. But Rafe just laughs and keeps fucking you.  “Look at him, he can't even look at you while I fuck you. How the fuck is that supposed to work, baby?”  “As if you'd like to see it the other way round,” JJ snaps back at him, his back still turned to you. But the pain is too much, you can't take it anymore.  “J, please,” it's a mere whisper that leaves you, but he walks over to you anyway, avoiding looking at Rafe.  “It's all right, I'm here,” JJ whispers to you while caressing your hair, and you look up at him, into his pretty blue eyes.  “Make her cum,” Rafe demands and JJ rolls his eyes.  “You know, if you were better at it, she would've never fucked me in the first place,” JJ glares at him, but you pull on his collar, kissing him and moaning into his mouth while Rafe keeps fucking you.  “You're doing so great, princess. Such a good girl,” JJ praises you and your stomach starts filling with tiny butterflies.  “More,” you moan and JJ looks up at Rafe. “Touch her,” he orders and for some reason Rafe does what he says and starts rubbing harsh circles on your clit.  “Oh God!” you scream, so close to your release that you feel like bursting. Your back lifts off the cold marble and your lips tremble. “That's it. Look at me baby,” JJ whispers and when your eyes meet his you feel afloat, just like the first time. “Let go,” he hushes, and your eyes roll back. You scream and feel how hard it is for Rafe to keep fucking you, but he tries anyway until he can't hold back anymore and fills you up with his hot seed.  “That was better than last night,” Rafe pants while tucking himself away and JJ comes around to pull you up and carry you upstairs. 

“Is this what you want?” JJ asks quietly after sitting you down on the toilet. Your voice is strained, but you only manage to nod a yes.  “We'll have to put down some ground rules, because I really don't wanna be in a situation where I find out what Rafe looks like when he finishes. That was way too close already,” JJ says while letting in a bath for you.  “I'm sorry,” you rasp, but he shakes his head.  “Don't apologize. If I hadn't told you to come by yesterday, this wouldn't be happening. And you should save your voice,” he smiles. 

The hot water helps with the pain, but leaning back into JJ and being with him without having to think about what might happen if someone finds out is freeing. It's nice and good and feels a thousand times better than before.  “I don't care if they get it or not. I know you can't help it,” he whispers to you, softly massaging your sore thighs under the water. “Stupid hearts,” he sighs.  “You okay?” Rafe asks, standing in the door, and you turn to look at him and nod. “Good. I have to go to work,” he says and takes a few steps over to kiss you softly. “Love you,” he whispers and turns around to leave without waiting for you to say it back. 

The following days are filled with planning and talking and fighting over phrasings, but in the end they manage to come to a conclusion that they can both live with. The easiest one at that. You get to choose, anything and everything when it comes to what happens between the three of you, in this weird new relationship you found yourself in. 

Most nights you find yourself sleeping in JJ's bed instead of your own, but Rafe doesn't mind it much, never having been much of a cuddler himself. But when it gets to your darkest moments, you don't trust yourself enough to talk to JJ, maybe it's stupid, but somehow you can't change it.  Yet you also don't think you'll ever regret your decision, especially when you're waking up to JJ plastering you with kisses before slowly fucking you awake. Or when he goes to eat you out while a boring movie is playing.  Or when Rafe comes home frustrated from a meeting and uses you in any way you let him, and sometimes he even lets JJ join and not just sit there and please you mentally. 

Your new favorite thing has to be sucking off JJ while Rafe is plowing into you.  With every deep thrust of Rafe's hard cock into your clenching core, you moan louder around JJ, and it's even harder for him to not cum as soon as he sees your puffy lips wrapped around his dick. And you love to swirl your tongue and play with his balls a little, slapping your lips and cheeks with his pretty cock until he begs for you to suck him dry. 

The days in between when you get time to recover properly are filled with surf lessons from JJ or going shopping with Rafe.  It's passed the point where only the three of you and the people close to you know about the arrangement. Especially parties start to be a boiling pot for dramatics. 

You're at the Boneyard, playing stupid drinking games with JJ, having fun the way teenagers are supposed to be.  You're aware that the people around you talk, but you couldn't care less because you're on cloud nine, too happy to let anybody ruin it. But JJ is the complete opposite. The more people he hears, the more agitated he gets.  “What’ya say?” he snaps at some guy, pushing him back.  “Chill bro,” the boy tries to laugh it off.  “No, repeat what you said, asshole,” JJ pushes.  “Only the biggest of sluts need-” He doesn't get to finish the repetition of his words when JJ's fist lands in his face. You yell for him to stop, but it's like he's in a trance. It takes both John B and Pope, who storm over from the other side of the party, to pull JJ off the guy.  “What the fuck, bro,” John B shoves JJ backwards but J just laughs.  “He deserved it.”  “Why ‘cause he said something mean?” Pope snaps, and you cross your arms in front of your chest.  “You wouldn't get it, Pope,” JJ shakes his head and looks up at the night sky. “Y'all just don't get it.”  “We don't, because it doesn't make sense,” Pope counters and you scoff.  “Just because you don't understand something, doesn't mean it's shit or that we're horrible people for it.”  “I didn't say that,” he shakes his head, but you're done with them, you have been for a long time.  “C’mon, J,” you say and start walking towards where you had parked your car. 

At home, you start by cleaning him up, kissing him all over in the shower until he pins you against the tiles. His kisses are forceful, and he's groping at your ass and thighs. Picking you up and fucking up into you while you moan and gasp. He doesn't give you time to cum when he finishes and puts you down on your feet.  This is different from what you know of him, but it intrigues you too. JJ turns you around and snakes his arm around your thigh, pushing two fingers into your sore cunt to stop you from spilling out.  “I know I should've asked, but it's gonna be great. I promise,” he whispers into your ear before leading you into the bedroom and making you lie down.

JJ is standing in front of you, your legs pressed to your chest, and he’s holding onto your hips as he fucks you. It's not loving and soft like any time before. It's harsh and fast, and you like it too much. You like the sound of his claves crashing into your ass, the way his balls slap against your skin. The wet noises your pussy makes when he drags his cock out of you just to slam right back in. And the way your tits jiggle with the movement. Your hands are clawing at the sheets when JJ starts playing with your clit, making you cum in a matter of seconds. You know you'll be there for hours when he shoots his cum into you and just keeps going. You haven't quite figured out which way you like it better; with JJ’s incredibly small refractory period, or Rafe's stamina to hold out for just how long he wants to. 

“Who's gonna clean that up?” you hear Rafe ask and your head spins around to look at him. Your mind is blurry with pleasure, your mouth agape and JJ doesn't stop and rips another orgasm from you. Rafe has never actually watched him fuck you, but something about this is making him want to stay and watch.  Your back arches up again, and JJ grunts and curses, filling you up for the fifth time that night, and you watch Rafe's face contort in a light confusion.  “You just keep going? Maybe you should give her some time, dude,” Rafe says, and you shake your head at him.  “She'll have time once I'm done,” JJ growls, and it sends shivers down your spine, making you roll your eyes back. “Isn't that right, baby?”  “Yes, yes, yes-” you scream each time his cock pushes against your cervix as if he wants to pass through it. “Want your cum, JJ, all of it,” you babble, maybe you like giving Rafe a show too.  “Good girl,” JJ moans and cums another time, making you clench around him with ease. 

“You see that,” JJ smirks down at you, and you prop yourself up on your elbows to see the tip of his dick poking against your stomach. “That's it, princess,” he praises you before pushing down on your stomach, and you fall back, moaning, incapable of holding yourself up with the intense pleasure he's giving you.  “Give me my phone,” JJ orders and for a moment you have forgotten that Rafe is still there, still watching. He hands JJ his phone and J points the lense right at where you two are connected.  His free hand is back to rubbing torturously harsh circles on your clit, making you mewl and cry out.  “Cum for me, princess. Make me proud, baby,” JJ hums, and you let go of the tension. Screaming his name and squeezing his cock so hard that he cums almost instantly, pushing in farther and holding himself there until he's all done.  And once he's pulled out, he goes down on his knees before you, pointing the camera right at your pussy, clenching around nothing and pushing all his cum out of you and letting it drip down onto the rug. 

“What she do?” Rafe asks just as JJ comes back from the bathroom, a wet washcloth in his hand.  “Nothing,” JJ mutters while cleaning you up, but you can't move, not yet. Your legs feel like they are made of rubber and your mind is empty, only having enough capacity to listen to their words.  “Why'd you do this then?” Rafe points at your utterly fucked out state.  “Do I ask you why you do what you do? No. Just let it go,” JJ snaps at him and leaves for his room.  “You could at least change the fucking sheets!” Rafe yells after him, but it's no use. 

“Y/n, are you okay?” Rafe whispers and picks you up, holding you in his arms while you regain your strength.  “Frustrated,” you mumble and look at him with your glossy eyes.  “Maybank? Why?”  “Fight- Asshole-” you stammer, and he carries you out of the room and towards JJ’s.  “What did you do?” Rafe barks at JJ, your body still tightly wrapped around him.  “None of your fucking business,” JJ hisses.  “It fucking is when it ends with her losing all bodily capabilities, you ass,” Rafe yells, and you try to cover your ears, but it doesn't really help.  “He called her a whore, and he had to pay for it. I don't care what they say, but they don't get to insult her,” JJ explains harshly, and you start to slowly feel your toes again.  “Doesn't explain why you nearly fucked her into subdrop,” Rafe shakes his head and caresses your back. “You can't just do shit like that, and you know it.”  “She said she was okay with it.”  “She's a fucking people pleaser, asshole,” Rafe snaps, and you lift your head from his shoulder.  “Please stop,” you whisper, and he wipes a tear from your cheek.  “It's okay, baby,” Rafe whispers to you before turning back to JJ. “Don't let your fucking anger out on her without making sure she's alright.” “Noted,” JJ says, and you can practically hear him roll his eyes.  “Good, because you gotta aftercare the shit out of her now. I'm not cleaning up your messes, Maybank,” Rafe tells him and basically hands you to him as if you were nothing more than a puppet. 

“I'm sorry, love,” JJ whispers, placing you in the hot water and running his hand through his hair.  “S’okay,” you mumble and look up at him with a droopy smile.  “I'm gonna clean up, and then I'll be right with you, all right?” He kisses you gently and leaves again.  You think back to it, the moment he snapped. He looked like a different person, more like his dad in a way, and although you never even saw Luke Maybank up close, you know it’s true. You know the rumors are true. He didn't tell you, but in your heart you know it.  If his friends hadn't come, he wouldn't have stopped. If they hadn't showed up, the other guy would be dead. If it hadn't been for you, none of it would've happened.  It’s a rather quick spiral that you go down, and you can't stop yourself from crying, not even when JJ comes back and looks at you rather confused.  “Hey. Hey, pretty girl, don't cry. It's okay. You're okay. I'm here,” he tells you and pulls your head to his chest. But it doesn't help. You can't stop feeling like it was all your fault, all the pain in your life is your fault.  “Rafe!” JJ shouts, and it only takes a minute for him to run in.  “What you do now?”  “Nothing, I came back, and she's crying, and she won't stop,” JJ defends himself.  “Go. You seriously have no clue,” Rafe shakes his head and takes JJ's spot next to you. 

“What's wrong, baby,” Rafe whispers to you, holding your face in his big hands.  “It's my fault. I killed him. It's my fault,” you sob and he shakes his head.  “No, it's not. You know it's not,” Rafe assures you, but you're too far gone for it to work. “I did it. I killed him,” you cry and he clenches his jaw.  “Y/n, you didn't drive that car, it's not your fault. Please, listen to me,” Rafe pleads, but you shake your head, not wanting to believe him.  “Hey, hey, look at me,” he orders, and you turn your eyes back on him. “Three things you feel, name them.” “Pain. Tired. Sad,” you answer slowly.  “Four things you can touch.”  “Water, you, me, bathtub,” you reply a little faster and he nods.  “Five things you see,” Rafe whispers, and you look around in front of you. “Towel, shower, robe, painting-” your eyes get stuck on the blonde boy that is standing in the doorway of the bathroom, “JJ.”  Rafe snaps around to look at him. “I told you to leave!”  “What's wrong with her?” JJ asks quietly, and your heart sinks to the bottom of your stomach.  “Leave!” Rafe yells, and it takes a moment for JJ to realize that it will have consequences if he doesn't. But Rafe had already turned back around to you, stroking your hair. “We should get you to bed, baby.”  He dries you up and puts you in a shirt of his to sleep in, before laying you down in your bed and turning off the lights. 

When you wake up, you're alone, and you decide to not get ready and just go downstairs the way you are. Before you can meet the boys in the kitchen you overhear them talking and stop in your tracks.  “That doesn't make sense,” JJ says.  “No shit. But that's just how it's been ever since. Your stupid fight triggered something, and the day is coming up in a week- It's a fucking minefield this time of year,” Rafe sighs.  “So we distract her?” JJ asks and Rafe scoffs.  “That's just delaying it. No, you just gotta stay with her and make sure she won't spiral. And when she does you have to keep telling her that it's not her fault, and pull her out of it. The naming thing always works,” Rafe replies.  “And what if it doesn't?”  “I don't know.” 

You turn the corner and pretend like you had just come down the stairs, walking straight to the coffee machine.  “How did you sleep?” Rafe asks with a smile.  “Alone,” you say and take your mug, nearly burning your tongue as you take a sip.  “I'm sorry, y/n, for yesterday and all,” JJ apologizes, but you just shrug.  “Shit happens.” Pretending to not care was easy, too easy.  “I’m gonna be at the office all day. You think you're gonna be all right?” Rafe asks and you nod.  “I don't know why we shouldn't be.” 

You spend your day training, not having done so in too long for your own liking. The water calms your mind and gives you enough time to reflect on your life choices.  You know Rafe is right. You know that it's not your fault. But the guilt you feel around it doesn't just vanish because of it. 

Later that day Rafe texts you that you're having dinner at the country club with his dad, meaning JJ isn't allowed to come.  “I'll just enjoy the view right now,” JJ smiles and watches you get dressed. The underwear set is new, and you can tell by the way he's looking at you that he wants nothing more than to take it off again.  “If it was my call,” you start, but he interjects.  “I know, but it isn't. Besides, I don't really give a shit about family dinners and all that fancy bullshit.”  “Sarah will be there, and John B,” you remind him, but he shrugs.  “So what?” “Have you talked to them at all in the last few weeks?” you ask and JJ rubs over the light stubble on his chin.  “They didn't reach out either.”  “They are your family though. That's what you told me,” you whisper. “I have a new family now. I have you,” JJ smiles and takes your dress from the clothing hanger.  “That's not enough, and you know it,” you say while stepping into the dress and letting him zip it up.  “It's enough for you,” he says, and you sigh, looking at him through the mirror in your closet. “But I'm a heartless bitch with more money than anyone else on this island. I don't need anything more, and if I did, I could just buy it.” Your fingers fumble with the necklace until JJ takes it from you and places it around your neck.  “I know there's a heart in there,” JJ says while holding you from behind, his right hand resting on top of your chest.  “Horrible. We should go get a knife and cut it out,” you whisper with a smile and he kisses your shoulder.  “You'd kill me if I said what I was thinking right now,” he mumbles against your skin and your heart stops for a moment, scared that he would say the dreaded words that you knew would definitely complicate your life even more. “Then you really shouldn't say it.”  “I should, but I won't,” he looks back up, leaning his head against yours, smiling. 

The dinner goes rather smoothly, although Sarah still gives you a side eye and once the Camerons are gone, John B asks how JJ is, but nothing more.  “Boring as ever,” you complain on the drive home.  “Glad he didn't ask when we're getting married,” Rafe exhales a laugh.  “Hmmm, let me think,” you tap your finger against your chin in a joking manner. “We can fuck them all over and just fly to Vegas right now.”  “Wouldn't be the worst idea we ever had,” he laughs and takes your hand up to kiss it just as he turns into your driveway.  “My mom expects a huge white wedding. At least a hundred guests,” you sigh while getting out of the car.  “We should start planning then,” Rafe grins at you, pulling you into his side and kissing the top of your head.

“What happens to that one, once we get married?” Rafe asks you, pointing at JJ who is standing in the kitchen with nothing more than his boxers on.  “They should make this harem thing legal,” JJ says and shugs the rest of his drink.  “A harem is one guy with many women, dumbass,” you laugh.  “The opposite of that then,” JJ shrugs.  “Sure,” Rafe rolls his eyes at him and JJ flips him off.  “Sometimes I think you guys forget who's the boss around here,” you say and zip your dress open, letting it fall to the ground and walking upstairs. “First one up gets to start,” you call out and hear them arguing already. 

“Just because you're first, doesn't mean you know what you're doing,” JJ complains.  “Fine, you start then, genius,” Rafe scoffs, and you furrow your brows, it was unusual for Rafe to give in and let JJ do anything to you unless you specifically asked for it.  “What's the plan here, boys?” you ask with an anticipating smile on your lips.  JJ pulls you into his arms, kissing you deeply and pushing you against the bed. The backs of your knees hit the wood and you fall down.  “Just relax, gorgeous,” he muses and drops down on his knees before you, taking off your heels and letting his hands run up to your thighs. You sigh into it, the feeling of his fingers digging into your skin and the kisses he leaves on the inside of your thighs before unclasping the lace body right on top of your pussy.  JJ rolls the fabric up to reveal your stomach, kissing and nipping at your skin; biting your hip and making you jump in surprise. He loves to tease you, and you'd never tell him to stop, ever.  He comes up to kiss you, pushing the lace up even farther and helping you take it off completely. Kissing your neck and leaving marks you hear him chuckle, then his lips meet your ear, and he whispers, “you think he's taking any notes?”  Your eyes dart over to Rafe who has pulled a chair over and is watching you carefully. “Maybe,” you reply.  JJ hums, picking up his head to smile at you. “Hopefully.” 

JJ kisses down your neck, following along your collarbone and to your tits. He sucks on your nipple, grazing over it with his teeth before he pulls on it and your back arches up.  “Would be neglectful to not give you the same attention,” JJ says to your other tit, and you would tell him off if he wasn't squeezing your sensitive nipple right in that second. His hand is playing with your sore tit while his mouth attacks the other. It's overwhelming and perfect, and you don't see any reason to hold back. Your moans and gasps fill the room, and they continue on even once he has let off your boobs and moved downward again. He sucks hickeys into the soft skin of your thighs, making you mewl and squirm.  “Tell me what you want me to do to you, princess,” JJ demands, and you grasp into his hair to push his face into your clothed cunt. He blows a little against your wet slip, and you instinctively want to close your legs, but he holds them in place.  “You should let me take this pretty thing off first,” JJ smirks and you lift your hips. The tiny slip is off faster than you can say your own name. 

“Tastes so fucking sweet, baby,” JJ moans after licking over your wet pussy, his tongue dipping between your folds and torturing your clit a little.  “Hold on, princess,” JJ smirks up at you and your hand finds his hair, tugging on the fine strands as he plunges his tongue into your pussy. His nose presses against your clit, and with every stroke of his tongue, he edges you closer.  “More, JJ, please,” you moan, and he starts to suck on your clit while pushing his fingers into you. Curling them and sucking harsher, almost biting down on your clit, and you can't help but grind your hips against him. When his fingers come up to your face, and you lick them off, you already feel like you're about to explode.  “Cum on my tongue, baby,” JJ hums into you, licking long strides up your pussy before pressing his tongue flat against your entrance and rubbing his nose on your clit.  You keep rolling your hips and moaning his name as you come undone for him. His new technique isn't as good as the old one, but you're not one to complain about it. JJ gets up and wipes his face on a small towel that Rafe hands him, but you can't stop staring at the wet spot in his boxers.  “Again?” you ask JJ with a smile and he shrugs.  “Can't help it. You taste too good, baby.” 

You hold your hand out for Rafe after sitting up, and he takes and intertwines your fingers. He's still in his suit pants and shirt, looking down at you with a lustrous smile.  “You look really hot in this,” you whisper and nod, but your hands wander to the buttons, slowly opening the shirt until you can push it off his shoulders. His abs look so rideable to you, but you are still unsure if he'd let you once you ask.  “You're way hotter, baby. Next time I get to take off the fancy shit,” Rafe growls, his hand  cupping your tit, brushing his thumb over your tit, but his eyes shift towards JJ. “You understand?”  But JJ just holds his hands up in defense and sits down on the chair.  “Take the pants off, babe,” you pout at Rafe, and he slowly opens his belt, pulling it out and dropping it to the side. It was like he was doing a strip show for you, and you loved every second of it.  Rafe pushes you to lie down, your hands pinned over your head as he kisses you aggressively. His free hand gropes at your tit, and you lift your hips to press your wet cunt against his hard cock.  “Always so needy,” Rafe mocks you before going down on his knees between your legs.  He's aggressive and fast, sucking on your clit with so much pressure building that you are scared he's gonna rip it off. But your screams just turn him on even more. His tongue thrusts into you with a harsh pace, and you try to get away from him, but he's holding you in place.  “Curl it,” JJ says and Rafe listens, curling his tongue up and ripping an orgasm out of you in a matter of seconds. 

“J,” you pant and Rafe wants to get up, but you close your thighs around his head. “No, you stay. J, come here,” you tap the bed right next to your head. They do as you say, and while Rafe is eating you out another time, JJ is fucking your throat and praising you.  Before JJ can cum you pull him from your throat and pump his cock slower, trying to pace him just a bit. But when you look at the two boys, so helpless when it comes to your wants and needs, you can't help yourself.  With a quick move you have J’s dick back in your warm and wet mouth, swirling your tongue and hollowing your cheeks. Your hand is massaging his balls, and he throws his head back and fills your mouth with his salty cum. It feels so good, you cum instantly, creaming all over Rafe's pretty face.  “Definitely doing this again,” you sigh, falling flat into the bed and not planning on getting up anytime soon. 

The engagement dinner is jarring and the only reason you can get through it is, because Rafe keeps reminding you that it'll be over soon, his hand resting on your thigh the whole night. 

But the engagement party, the weekend after is fun, is actually fun.  You invited everyone you knew, including JJ's friends and Barry, who you hadn't talked to in ages. You spend the first half of the night tightly wrapped in Rafe's arm, smiling and laughing at some things his friends say.  Sitting on the couch on Rafe's lap you let your eyes wander, and they get stuck on JJ who is visibly uncomfortable while nipping on his beer.  “Maybe a blowjob will lighten his mood,” you whisper to Rafe, but he shakes his head.  “No, but honesty might.”  “What do you mean?” you ask and look at your, now, fiancée.  “I mean, he's been miserable and fighting it ever since we brought up that this would be happening. Not like you have much of a choice anyway,” Rafe shrugs lightly and runs his hand over your back.  “How do you know he's miserable?” you wonder, eyeing your boyfriend across the room.  “Because I use my eyes, and to be fair, I'd be pouting too if you wanted to marry him instead of me.”  “And what am I supposed to tell him? He knows I don't have a choice if I wanna keep the company,” you sigh.  “The truth. That you love him,” Rafe whispers and kisses your cheek.  “You can't know that,” you shake your head and he laughs.  “I see the way you two look at each other. I love you so much baby, but you've never looked at me like that.” “That doesn't mean anything,” you fight his words, not wanting him to be right about it.  “I mean, you can try it with the blowjob, but I think the truth would be better,” Rafe smiles and slaps your ass, signaling you to get up. 

You're dragging your feet walking over to JJ. “Look at that, a Pogue in a Kook mansion,” you tease with a smile.  “Hey,” he mumbles without looking at you.  “You okay?” you whisper and he nods, avoiding your eyes.  “Why shouldn't I be?” “Because you've been avoiding me all day.” You reach out your hand to hold onto his and as soon as your delicate fingers close around his, he stares at you. Pain filled blue eyes and a merely unnoticeable tremble on his lip.  “Do I have to be happy about it? You want me to be happy about the fact that you're leaving me?” he hisses at you, but you feel like a weight is lifted off you, a soft smile tugging at your lips.  “Come on, I need to tell you something,” you whisper and lead him upstairs to your bedroom, unlocking the door and stepping inside. 

“Why did you bring me here?” JJ asks, his hand is holding onto the bottle for dear life. “Sit with me,” you say and place yourself at the edge of the bed. He follows reluctantly, yet again avoiding to even look at you.  “JJ, I'm not leaving you,” you whisper and he scoffs. “Sure you aren't.” “I'm serious, J. Just because I have to marry Rafe, doesn't mean anything changes between us.”  “Sure it won't, until you want to have kids, and then it's no longer appropriate,” he mutters, and you don't know how to convince him. Maybe Rafe was right with his assumption about him, about you. But the thought of it is debilitating.  “When I have kids they will have my name, JJ. Do you not want kids?” you ask and he sighs.  “I don't just want any kids, y/n, I want your kids,” he whispers and turns to look at you.  “Why would you think I'll leave you then?”  “Because you are marrying Rafe. Starting a family with Rafe. Just like the plan was. I'm nowhere close to being part of that picture,” he talks himself down, and you really have no more words left inside you. 

You take his face into your hands and kiss him. Your heart is racing while looking at him and your throat feels dry, but you know you have to do it. And you know Rafe is right, you've known it ever since you let JJ compromise your thoughts from the very first time.  “I love you, JJ,” you whisper, and his eyes go wide.  “You sure?” he asks and as soon as you nod he pins you down onto the bed and starts kissing you. Your giggles and the soft attempts to get away from him are making it even better, until he has you pinned right where he wants you, and you are panting, looking up at him.  “You're so beautiful, y/n,” JJ whispers, diving down to kiss you, sloppy and with a smile on both your lips.  “We should go back down,” you whisper and he shakes his head.  “Not yet.” “They might be looking for us and I don't-”  You don't get to finish your sentence when his lips find yours again. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth and entangles his tongue with yours until you moan into him.  “I love you, y/n,” JJ whispers, and nuzzles his face into your neck. 

And before you can think twice about it, your little make out session has turned into the best sex you've ever had with him. JJ is sitting under you as you softly roll your hips. He's buried so deep into you that every miniscule move is sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His hands are rubbing over your hips and ass in a perpetual motion, while yours play with his hair.  You think you could stay like this forever, just you and him in perfect synchrony; in love.  And the only time his eyes leave yours is when he dips his head to suck on your tits, or kiss your neck.  When he turns you around to lie down and thrusts into you, it's like he's fucking you for the first time. A plethora of praises and a dozen more “I love you’s” fall from his lips while all you can do is moan and babble incoherently about how much you love him too. 

When you find your way back downstairs, after what felt like an eternity, his arms are wrapped around you. JJ is himself again, flirty and always joking, and so incredibly more touchy than before.  “I see you made up,” Rafe smiles and holds his hand out, for you to take your seat back on his lap.  “Excuse me, you had her all night,” JJ complains and pulls you away, just to sit down right next to Rafe and let you kiss him like you had wanted to.  “No more trouble in paradise?” Rafe whispers to you and you shake your head.  “I love my boys,” you sigh.  “And I thought you went with the blowjob,” Rafe teases you and you roll your eyes.  “I could've gotten a blowjob?” JJ gasps quietly and softly pinches your thigh.  “You get those all the time, dumbass,” you giggle, and he smiles at you, completely enamored by your whole being.  “To think I get to be this lucky just because I couldn't stop staring at your tits, princess,” JJ whispers.  “Pretty nice tits,” Rafe agrees with a mumble.  “Pretty nice dicks,” you giggle and cuddle into JJ, bathing in the newfound closeness and in your mind you're already planning it all out; the kids, the dog, and the two loves of your life. 

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Poly TJD x reader angst/ fluff

Reader is sick but insists on her partners going to work. But while her partners are at work she tries to get up but passes out in the living room by the couch. Partners arrive home and find her still pressed out. Turns out to be severe flu

A/N I'm sick and miserable right now as well and I fully believe this one-shot cursed me. This is also exactly how I act but I was a good girl and I take liquid medicine😤

Word count: 2,725

Reader's POV

The sun was shining. The birds were chirping. Smiles graced the four beautiful faces of my partners around the breakfast table.

And I felt like dogshit.

My throat was on fire while my head pounded. My nose was so stuffed it was like trying to breathe through a brick wall and I was freezing to death.

My partners were up a bit earlier than usual because they had to go to work soon and I could hear them in the dining room downstairs. Tonight was Monday Night RAW and all four of them were required to be there for a surprise match involving Dominik and Finn.

Stumbling down the stairs into the kitchen, I tried not to trip over the king-sized comforter I had wrapped around myself and dragged off the bed.

Making a beeline for the medicine cabinet I kept my eyes on the floor in front of me, refusing to even accidentally make eye contact with any of my partners for fear of them hounding me with their overprotectiveness.

Rifling through the different bottles I kept a lookout for the cold medicine one. After searching for a few minutes I eventually gave up, accepting that we didn't have anymore, and just grabbed some ibuprofen instead.

I turned around to go grab a cup of water and screamed as I jumped, dropping the medicine bottle as I came face to face with my four partners.

"Holy shit! You guys scared me." I pouted, resting a hand over my chest to calm my racing heart as I bent over and rested the other hand on my knee.

"Whatcha doin', love?" Finn asked me bemused as the other three stood around him, all with a look of confusion, concern, or both on their faces.

"Nothing. I just have a bit of a headache and I'm really cold. Nothin' to worry about Loves." I gave them all a small smile as I leaned down to pick up the dropped bottle.

I winced in pain as all the blood rushed to my forehead, only increasing the force of my pounding headache.

"Let me get that, Babe." Rhea swooped in, pushing me to stand back up as she grabbed the medicine bottle for me. "Go lay down."

I shook my head slightly as she moved to grab me water to take my pills with as Dominik held my shoulders and guided me to the living room couch.

He gently pushed me to sit down before sitting next to me, rubbing my back to bring some warmth to my body.

Finn and Damian were not far behind and sat on the floor in front of me, each of them propped up on one of my thighs.

I glared up at Rhea as she came back with cold medicine, a bottle of water, some saltine crackers, a box of tissues, and a thermometer.

"You need to eat something before you take the medicine," She shoved the crackers in my hands before I could protest, taking the open seat on my other side as she brushed my hair out of my face. "Do you want me to make you any soup?"

"No, thank you. But don't you guys have to go to work?" I asked annoyed.

"Not if you're sick, mi amor." Damian soothed me as he rubbed my knee.

"I'm fine. If anything it's just a little cold." I reassured them, opening the crackers and beginning to munch on them.

"Yeah, well we'll see about that won't we?" Rhea announced as she got the thermometer ready to check my temperature.

"Stay still Babe." She ordered softly as she held the machine to my forehead, waiting for the beep that signaled it was done.

Having stopped mid-chew to fulfill her orders, I waited until the beep sounded and the item was removed from my face before continuing to eat my crackers.

Rhea frowned as she looked at the results.

"101.2. That's a minor fever, Hermosa." Damian informed the group, reading the thermometer over Rhea's shoulder from the floor still.

"It's literally fine." I rolled my eyes, right before I went into a small sneezing fit.

Dominik grabbed a couple of tissues from the box on my lap and hurriedly thrust them into my hands.

"Aw, fuck that hurt my throat." I groaned, throwing my head back against the couch as I wiped at my nose with the mountain of tissues.

"I'll call Paul, tell him we can't fight tonight," Finn announced as he stood up to go get his phone.

"No! No, no, no, no, no. Absolutely not. All four of you are going to go to Raw tonight and kick ass. Don't worry about me, I'm fine. I swear." I protested.

"You pinkie promise?" Dominik asked me, his puppy eyes were fully showcased as he held up his finger for me to interlock with my own.

"Pinkie promise." I smiled, wrapping my pinkie around his before bringing our hands to my lips to seal the promise with a kiss.

I looked to Finn to make sure he wouldn't go and call their boss and say they couldn't come.

His eyes darted to Rhea, ever the leader of the group, and nodded before sitting back down.

"We better start getting our stuff ready to leave then, chicos," Damian spoke, standing up and kissing my forehead before making his way to the bedroom we all shared.

The other three followed in his footsteps, kissing my forehead and then going to the bedroom. Rhea being the only one who lingered.

"Hey," I took her hand in mine, bringing her even closer to me. "I feel a little under the weather, but I promise I'll still be in one piece by the time you all get back. I'll take some medicine and a nap and be good as new in no time."

She bit her lip, still hesitant to leave me alone. She eventually gave in and nodded, giving me a long lingering kiss on the forehead before following the boys to the bedroom.

I reached a hand away from the blanket cocoon I'd stuck myself in to grab the remote from the coffee table and turned the TV on, beginning to channel surf.

About ten minutes later all four of my partners walked out of the bedroom, bags in tow.

"We have to get going now if we're gonna make it in time to get ready before the show, muñeca," Damian informed me, gingerly sitting beside me to stroke my hair.

I nodded my understanding, still eating the crackers like Rhea told me to as I paid most of my attention to Child's Play on the screen in front of me.

"Y/n?" Finn tried to get my attention, deciding to just grab my face and turn it towards him after I only made a noise of acknowledgment at him.

He then grabbed my hand and dropped two rather large-looking pills into it. "Take these, please. They'll make you feel better, and then you can take two more in another four hours, okay?"

I nodded my head, gulping at the sheer size of the medication. I was not a huge pill person and my partners knew that.

Damian kissed my right temple and Finn my left as they said their goodbyes for the night, getting up to make room for the other two to say their own goodbyes.

Dom placed his hands on my cheeks, kissing my forehead and whispering a small prayer in Spanish against my skin before making room for Rhea.

She sat down next to me and put a hand on my thigh, telling the boys she'd meet them in the car.

I waved and blew a kiss to my boys as they walked out before focusing on Rhea's beautiful face.

"Be a good girl for Mami and take those pills, okay? I know they're really big but they'll make you feel better. We'll be back before you know it but if you need anything at all just call and we'll answer." She looked deep into my eyes, meaning every word as her thumb stroked my thigh.

"I will Mami," I answered.

She smiled and kissed me on the cheek before getting up and making her exit to the car. She blew me one of her signature kisses before closing the door behind her.

Looking back at the ginormous pills in my hand, I decided that I didn't really feel bad enough to take them. I'd be fine.

I spent the next few hours slowly finishing off my crackers throughout a horror movie marathon as I made my way through the box of tissues as well.

My headache had gotten worse, to the point that I was a little dizzy and disoriented. Deciding to take the much smaller ibuprofen pills, I unwrapped myself from my fluffy burrito of blankets and stood up.

I immediately swayed a bit but just chalked it up to the headache and gingerly made my way to the kitchen.

Pausing in the doorway of the kitchen I rested a hand on the wall to brace myself, tightly closing my eyes in an effort to rid the dizziness.

Opening my eyes, I continued to make my way back to the medicine cabinet, grabbed the ibuprofen, and then turned around to make my way back to the solace of my fuzzy cocoon.

A huge wave of dizziness came over me as I reached the corner of the couch. I stumbled, tripping over my own feet, and hit the floor, seeing spots right before seeing nothing.

3rd Person POV

The four members of the Judgment Day walked out of the arena, jovial after their win. Shoving into each other as they joked and laughed, they made their way to their truck.

"Stop!" Damian shouted joyfully as he laughed, shoving Dominik away from him before he could make another wild jab. "I'm gonna call Y/n and check-in, I'll be right there."

The other three voiced their acknowledgment as they continued making their way to the car while Damian stayed back and pulled out his phone, hitting the stared contact.

The line rang. And rang. And rang before eventually going to voicemail. Frowning, Damian hit the call button again which rang until going to voicemail again.

Hurriedly making his way to the truck, he hopped into the passenger side and turned to the rest of the group. "She's not answering."

The three other members looked at him with concern.

"Well, she's probably just asleep, right? I mean, she was pretty tired when we left and the medicine might've knocked her out. Not to mention it's pretty late." Dominik tried to reason, hoping to God that that was all it was.

"Yeah." Rhea agreed, "But let's just speed home anyways, right?" She nodded toward Finn who was in the driver's seat.

Finn nodded, shifting the car into drive and taking off, speeding home to their girl.

In the backseat of the truck, Rhea and Dom took turns trying to call Y/n again to no avail. Six missed calls later the group was now very worried. Typically, Y/n never had her ringer off and was generally a pretty light sleeper, so her being able to sleep through a total of eight full rings was alarming.

"Finn?" Rhea ventured, her voice beginning to shake slightly. "Drive faster."

~Time Skip~

Throwing open the car doors, all four Judgment Day members hopped out of the truck and ran to the front door. Finn quickly unlocked the door and they all battled to make it through the door first. Rhea being Rhea won and was already running to the living room where they'd left her earlier that day.

"Y/n?" Rhea called out, not seeing anything amiss at first glance. However, coming around the corner she noticed a pair of fuzzy sock-clad feet on the ground. Walking closer she saw the full form of their partner face down, unconscious.

"Y/n!" She ran over and fell to her knees beside Y/n, rolling her over and checking her pulse.

The boys immediately came running as they heard Rhea scream. Damian saw Rhea checking Y/n's pulse as she lay on the floor, along with the dropped bottle of ibuprofen, pills having spilled out all over the floor, and immediately thought the worst.

"Finn! Call an ambulance!"

~Time Skip~

Reader's POV

Somewhere far off I could hear the jumbled voices of my four partners hushedly arguing. I couldn't quite make out what they were arguing about but I could hear the clear upset in their voices.

I groggily opened my eyes, immediately closing them again as the harsh fluorescent lights around me hurt my eyes.

"Y/n?" I heard a voice speak from next to me. It was then I noticed that both of my hands were encased in two others.

I made a noise that vaguely sounded like 'ugh' before I opened my eyes again just a smidge. I felt one of four hands disappear from my touch and then the lights went out before I felt them come back again.

Opening my eyes a bit more I saw the beautiful faces of my four partners looking back at me. Rhea was on my right with Finn next to her, Damian and then Dom were on my left.

"Hey, sweetheart. How ya feelin'?" Rhea smiled softly at me, stroking my hair. I noticed her hand was shaking a bit so I squeezed the other hand that I was already holding.

"My head hurts and my nose is still pretty stuffy, but other than that, okay I guess." I smiled sleepily, pushing my head further into her hand like a cat so she wouldn't stop.

Damian's deep voice sounded next, switching my attention to the other side of the bed. "You had us pretty worried there, corazón."

I just frowned at him in confusion. "Why? What happened?"

It was then that I started to survey my surroundings beyond my partners and saw that I was lying in a hospital bed.

"You passed out, love." Finn supplied from further down the bed. I could hear the fear in his voice, the shakiness of it mixed with the pure relief made me want to cry.

Remembering why I had even passed out in the first place made me feel so incredibly guilty. If I had just taken the medicine like Mami told me to we wouldn't even be in this situation in the first place.

My lip started to quiver and I could feel the tears welling up behind my eyes.

"Hey. Hey, hey, hey, mi amor. We aren't mad, it's okay." Dominik immediately stood up and leaned towards me, trying to calm me down so that I wouldn't cry and make my sinuses worse.

I heaved a deep breath in, looking up at the ceiling to try and reduce the waterworks before they could actually overflow. 

"I'm so-" I started to apologize to the four of them for scaring them so badly but was cut off by Rhea. 

"No, baby. We're sorry. We all know that you don't like taking pills, especially ones as big as the ones we gave you. I should've just gone out and gotten you the liquid version so you would actually take it and-"

I cut Rhea off by placing a finger over her lips to silence her. Typically I would've just kissed her but I didn't want to get her sick. 

"It's okay. They really weren't that big. I could've taken them, I just chose not to." I explained timidly.

"Well," Damian cleared his throat, gaining the room's attention. "The doctors said that you have a pretty bad case of the flu but so long as you take some Tamiflu for the next couple of days, have lots of rest and lots of liquids you'll be right as rain in no time."

"Yeah, doc said you can be out of here in a few hours." Dom continued.

I just nodded my head and smiled softly at my partners.

"Still, I'm sorry for scaring you guys." I apologized timidly, keeping my eyes on my fingers as I drew circles on whatever parts of my partners I could reach, not wanting to meet their eyes.

"Y/n, you're sick and honestly you probably would've passed out either way. So, believe us when we tell you that there's absolutely nothing to be sorry for." Finn explained to me earnestly.

"Ok," I agreed quietly. I didn't really feel like arguing with them, especially since he made a pretty good point.

"Go ahead and go back to sleep, babe. We'll get that discharge paperwork started and get you home in no time." Rhea told me. I decided to take her up on that since I was still so exhausted.

Closing my eyes, I murmured a small "I love you" to the group, hearing four voices echoing it back in response just before losing consciousness again. On purpose this time.

[bimobuddy]

how ticklish is soft Val?

if very, what about Vox tickles HIM this time?

Very, and he loves it

So for a bit of context, I hc that Soft!Val has both antenna. It's not specified how canon!Val lost the plumage on one side, but I'm pretty sure it is canon that he did have both at one point, so I'm just gonna go ahead and create a Soft!Val au where he kept both, and doesn't wear his wings like a coat, thank you

This is kind of short, sorry ^^"

Softie

coming up with titles is fun /s

CW: Restraints and suggestive jokes, but nothing explicit happens

Lee!Val, Ler!Vox

Summary: Val asked for this (I didn't know what else to write, I'm sorry, it's just affection basically)

Val tugged at his wrists, experimentally. "You know, if you wanted to have sex, you could have just said so." He joked. He felt the bed dip in as Vox sat next to him.

"The cuffs are for my safety, dumbass," the host replied, delivering a sharp poke to the side, "You have four arms and you're twice my size. Not to mention you tend to thrash, and I can easily get tossed across the room. Plus, I just got my screen repaired. This shit isn't cheap."

Vox reached up and removed Val's heart shaped glasses, folding them carefully and setting them aside. He didn't want them to get broken. He also didn't miss the way Val had leaned his head forward a bit, craving the touch. So he fully cupped his cheeks and held his face.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

Val nuzzled his face into Vox's hand for a bit. "Mhm." He hummed in confirmation.

With that, Vox let go of his partner's face and hovered his fingers under Val's lower set of arms, smirking when the moth tensed up. Looking up, the host could see that he was already grinning, head turned away and eyes squeezed shut in anticipation.

Well he couldn't keep him waiting, could he?

He could, actually.

A few moments went by before Val opened his eyes and saw his asshole of a boyfriend grinning back at him, just hovering his hands over him.

"Vox!"

"Yes~?"

"Juhust start! .. Please?"

Vox chuckled. "Well, since you asked so nicely~" He started to make a clawing motion, lowering his hands closer and closer to his sides.. Before suddenly reaching up and running Val's fluffy antennae through his fingers, instead. "Gotcha~"

Val jolted and immediately broke out into frantic giggles from how wound up he had been from the anticipation. "Jahahackass!" His cheeks heated up, and his antenna reflexively tried to fold back, the same way an animal would fold its ears.

"Poor Vally-Val, you're so ticklish aren't you?" Vox teased, moving one clawed hand down to skitter at the ribs between Val's sets of arms, causing him to jerk away. "And you love it, don't you? You love having my attention. You love being able to just laugh like this, don't you?"

He brought both hands down to gently scritch down his sides, grinning as Val arched his back and started actually laughing.

Val was shaking his head, the teasing making him incredibly flustered. "Shh- hahahaha! Shuhuhut uhup! Dohon't tahahalk!" He giggled out, his antennae fully folded back now. His wings had even started to softly flutter against the bed underneath him.

"Oh you want me to stop talking? You want me to just tickle you in complete silence like a weirdo?" Vox chuckled, skittering across Val's tummy, making him squeak and press himself back into the bed.

"You don't want me to say things like 'tickle tickle tickle tickle~?'"

"Nohoho!"

"What about, 'gitchy gitchy goo~?'"

"Vohohox!"

"Not even," Vox leaned in closer, whispering, "tkltkltkltkltkl-"

Val's cheeks went red as he tried to jerk away, laughing harder from how flustered he was.

Vox gently dug his fingers under his upper set of arms, chuckling a little when the moth tried to yank his arms down, only for them to be stopped by the restraints. "Wow, I think the teasing makes you extra ticklish, honey. Does it? Do you get extra tickly when I tease you?"

Val was giggling hard, all four of his arms pulling now as he arched his back up off the bed. "Vohohox! Yohou're beheing mehean!"

"You think I'm being mean? Baby, this is mean." The TV demon reached back and gently kneaded his claws into Val's hip bones, right into where they dipped in.

Val let out the loudest squeal Vox had ever heard and started to beat his wings and drum his legs against the bed, cackling.

"AH! HAHAHAHAHA! FUHUCK Y- GIHIVE! STOHOP!"

Vox did as he was asked and pulled his hands away. As Val went limp, panting and giggling, he reached up and cupped his cheek again. "You alright?" He asked. He knew the answer, but he wanted to make sure.

Val nodded, once again leaning his head into the touch, nuzzling his partner's hand, occasionally letting out moth-like squeaks that made Vox's heart melt. "I'm great."

The host set to work, releasing Val's wrists, only to immediately get latched onto and yanked down for cuddles, practically swallowed up by two large, red wings.

He dimmed his screen for Val's sake, and relaxed, knowing they'd be laying there for a while.

[siampie]

Get Off the Highway || Chapter 4

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus Size Reader

Word Count: 1.8k 

Warnings/tags: Enemies to lovers trope, angst, childhood trauma, eldest daughter syndrome

A/N: Short chapter to introduce Reader to the bunker and having more interactions between Reader and Dean.

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You stumbled into your kitchen while your coffee was brewing. You had come back after a difficult hunt that had left you with a couple of stitches on your hip, and a few bruises on your face and body. You swallowed some painkillers with your coffee. This was going to be a slow day for you. No hunts. No visits from family. Just you and your cup of coffee, and probably some television. The perfect rest day. Your eyes drifted to your living room. On the wall facing you, there was a framed photo of your family. One of the rare ones that you still had.

Life at home wasn't always ideal when you were growing up. Your parents were not the bests example of loving and compassionate parents. They could be neglectful and somewhat abusive. You had taken their sides over your siblings more times than not, only to keep the peace. Trying to maintain chaos at bay. Of course, your siblings had resented you over the years because you weren’t doing enough for them. And they were right. You had not.

You tried to make up for it these days but it was hard to when your siblings were barely talking to you. Except maybe for your brother; Matt; the only one who still made sure you were taken care of. You were lucky to have him still. Still, you did not understand why he kept coming around.

A loud knock on your front door disturbed the quietness of your apartment. “I’m coming.” You secured the fresh bandage on your hip, before going to your front door. You grabbed your gun on your way there. You looked through the peephole. It was your brother.

“You look like shit.” Matt said, once you let him in.

“Thanks.” You answered dryly. “But you should see the other guy.” You said jokingly as you shut the door behind him.

He put down the bags he was holding on the kitchen table, and turned to you. He rested his hands on your shoulders and looked down at you. “You’re okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” You assured him. "I still know how to take a beating."

"Not funny." He berated you lightly.

"Sorry." His eyes roamed over your face. After, he was satisfied with his inspection, he pulled you into a hug. “Come here.”

You wrapped your arms around him, and just let yourself enjoy the simple hug. It was just a hug but it felt like everything you needed.

“No, no, no.” You heard from behind you. You excused yourself as you were being pulled aside by none other than Dean Winchester.

“Hey, Bucko!” You smiled at him, ripping your arm out of his grip. “Sam.”

“What the hell are you doing here?” Dean asked you, already annoyed at your being here.

“Pleasure to see you too, Winchester.” You replied dryly, ripping you arm out of his grip.

He gave you a deadpan look, “that’s our hunt. And you’re not taking it from us.”

“Didn’t know there was an ongoing competition between us.” You said with a wry smile.

“Competition?” Dean repeated and looked you up and down. “Barely.”

You gasped. “You did not just give me the up and down look, did ya?”

“What are you gonna do about it, Princess?”

“Alright, you two,” Sam wore an amused smile on his face. “Maybe we can find a way to work together.”

“You’re right,” you nodded. “We wouldn’t want a repeat of last time fiasco. Right, Bucko?”

You walked past him, and patted his shoulder. Sam chuckled as he followed you inside. Months had passed since you last saw them. Only hearing of them in passing, although you'd rather have loved no mentions of them. Or more specifically of Dean. You felt bad for putting Sam in the same category as his brother but they were a package deal. And those two seemed to be attached to the hip.

You were still sporting a few bruises from your last hunt. Matt had wanted you to stay longer at your apartment, to take a longer rest. But you were starting to stir crazy, sitting in your couch all day. And you couldn’t sit still any longer. Although, he disagreed with your decision to go back on the road, he made you promise that you’d take it easy.

Or at least you promised you’d try.

“You really are the worse, you know that.” Dean glared down at you.

“And you’re an asshole but I’m not complaining about it, now, am I?” You shot back following him and his brother back to their car.

The hunt had gone pretty smoothly. Once you had figured out that it was a revenant, and once it was confirmed by the absence of a body in the grave. You all set out to get the monster back in its coffin, and used silver to make sure it remained there.

“It’s not that hard to follow simple instructions, now, is it?” Dean threw his shovel into the trunk of his car.

“No, it’s not. But it becomes stupid to follow them when one of you is in a bad situation. And it clearly looked like you needed help.” You retorted, your shovel joining his own.

“I was handling it, princess.”

“Didn’t look like you were, bucko.”

You both glared at each other, angrily. No matter what you did, Dean still saw you as a nuisance. A thorn in his side that he was trying to get rid of. And you couldn’t understand why. You had done nothing to provoke his blatant hostility. And you’d think that after saving his life, once again, he would just drop the attitude. But it seemed to only anger him even more.

The petty person within met him at his level. Fighting fire with fire. But the people pleaser within, just couldn’t stand the idea of him not liking you. You didn’t understand why and couldn’t figure it out. And you hated it.

You followed the Winchesters down the spiraling stairs that led you deeper into the bunker.  Sam, more than his brother, had invited you back to their new location. Sam had given you a quick tour. As quick as it could be in this huge place. There were many bedrooms, a kitchen, a war room, and many other places of the sort. But most importantly there was also a large library.

“That place is sweet.” You had beamed, walking into the kitchen behind Sam.

“Yeah, it’s pretty great.” Sam nodded, smiling.

“How did you find it?”

“None of your business, kid.”

You rolled your eyes at Dean as he walked past you, “alright, keep your secrets.” You turned to Sam. “If I ever need to research things, can I borrow some of those books?” You pointed towards the library.

“You’re welcome to it,” Sam grinned at you. “Anytime you need.”

“Yeah.” You squealed, Dean turned to you before rolling his eyes. “Sorry.”

Later, you found yourself in the library reading a book about some wiccan rituals. Nothing you really needed to know but you had picked it out of curiosity, you were intrigued by the title. Sam was sitting across from you working on his laptop, probably searching for another hunt, you thought. Dean was wherever the hell Dean was, you couldn’t care less.

“I’ve said it before and I’m saying it again. This place is amazing.” You suddenly said, shutting the book before pushing it away from you. Sam looked up from his laptop at you. “Can you imagine how much knowledge those people have gathered over the years?” You continued gushing. “I mean, it must be infinite.”

“I don’t think it’s infinite but huge, yeah.” Sam agreed. “It would probably make hunting easier.”

“Definitely.” You leaned back into your chair. “You guys are so lucky to have found this place.”

“You know if you ever need a place to lay low, you’re welcome to stop by.” Sam offered.

You smiled at him. “That’s really kind of you but I already have a place like that. I mean - not exactly like that. I have a place to lay low, between two hunts.” You spoke. “My brother is making sure that I stop by every once in a while, just to check if I’m still alive.”

“Older?”

“Younger.” You told him. “He likes taking care of me, so I let him do it.”

“Sounds like you two are very close.”

“Wasn’t always this way.” You pushed out a sigh. “It’s funny, you know ‘cause growing up, we hated each other. And nowadays, he is the only person I can count on.”

“But he’s not hunting with you.” Sam noted.

“That’s because he’s not a hunter.” You leaned your elbows on the table. “Unlike you, Winchesters, hunting is not exactly a family business.”

It wasn’t. Hunting had stumbled upon you one day. So, you told Sam everything about the night where it all began for you. You never were a big fan of camping. Naturally, when your best friend suggested you go on a camping trip, you refused at first. And with much insistence on her part, you finally agreed. But the camping trip had turned bloody and deadly pretty quickly. You and your group had found yourself on a Wendigo hunting ground.

This encounter had changed your entire world. It opened your eyes to the underground world of hunting. Silent warriors that kept evil at bay at the risks of their own lives. Receiving no rewards and no gratitude. Not exactly a career you would have chosen for yourself. But as said previously, you couldn’t go back to your life and continue your existence as though you knew nothing of this world. Not after you had a glimpse of it.

“Don’t talk to me.” You said before Dean could utter a word as he walked into the kitchen. The sight of him alone, in his grey robe, his messy bed hair, was enough to irritate you.

“Well, someone’s cranky today.” Dean walked to the coffee pot.

“Well, someone needs to shut up.”

“Guys, please—” Sam sighed, sitting down next to you.

“She started it.” Dean replied to his brother.

“What are you? 12?” You shot back at him.

“I’m 12? What does that make you then?” Dean argued back.

Sam got up with his coffee and breakfast and left the kitchen. “Look, what you did? You made Sam run away. I hope you’re proud of yourself.”

“Nah, that one’s not on me.” He sat across from you. “He ran away because of your ugly mug.”

“Is that the best you can come up with?” You said in a bored tone, taking another sip.

“Shut up.”

You hummed, nodding your head, “great come back.” You stood up, and moved to leave the room. “You look ridiculous in that robe, by the way.”

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[blueberryinko]

Alice: Juicy Romance

Alice bustled about her kitchen, getting ready for her shift. Being a nurse was hard work, but she loved it. Even if she was a permaberry. Her belly hit the countertop and she winced, arching her back. “Jeez little ones,” She chided the large, basketball-sized blueberries inside her womb, three of them taking up a massive amount of space inside her. This was the second berry pregnancy she’d gone through since Melissa’s graduation, and she was seven months in.

“You wanna take it easy Mom?” Melissa helped her mother into her chair, rubbing her belly as juice swished and sloshed inside her. “You’ve got stretch marks and all, you need to be more careful with your body.” Alice knew Melissa was right, but she didn’t like to admit it. “The hospital already has me on clerical work Mel, what else can I do?”

Melissa shrugged. “I’m not sure Mom. You’re sure this week is your last before maternity leave?” Alice nodded, hand on her back as she rubbed her belly. She was huge, and even her nursing bra was taut and creaking, her boob-flesh bulging over the cups.

“I’m sure,” Alice replied, trying again to get up. She managed, but only with Melissa’s help.

“Hey, Mom, I was thinking,” Melissa began. Alice turned to her, curious. “Back when you gave birth back at the barbecue last year, you said you were curious about dating again.” Melissa bit her lip, and Alice’s heart beat a little faster in her chest.

“Can I sign you up for a dating profile?”

Alice’s cheeks went warm. “Oh, Mel! U-um, well..” She wasn’t sure about this, but she had been single for so long… “Okay then Mel, just help me do it when I get home yeah?” Melissa beamed. “Oh, and Mom?” Alice turned back to her daughter. “I hope I get some new siblings out of this!”

Alice’s cheeks were aflame, and she squeaked. That was a conversation for later.

“Tell your brother to take breaks from his revision.” She told Melissa, before waddling off towards the subway.

Living in a small town meant having to catch the train to the hospital she worked at. Her blue scrubs barely fit her belly, her underbelly fully on display, and her baggy trousers tight around her fat, mom ass. She kept her hands on her belly, rubbing wide, slow circles as she approached her line. She was getting stares from everybody, but she was trying her best to pay them no mind, even as more threads on her nurse garb popped open.

“Here, have my seat,” A young man offered as soon as she’d waddled on, her belly creaking and groaning. “Nnnfff…. Thank you..” She moaned, sitting herself down. Her belly reached far beyond her lap, and she couldn’t reach her belly-button from here. She rubbed and rubbed, feeling the sensation of the juice packing her hips. Her body was slowly starting to take up more space on the train by the minute.

She got out of the train less than twenty minutes later, heaving herself up as best she could. The young man from before grabbed her arms. “Let me help,” He offered. Alice let him, getting up. She could see him eyeing her tits, and she huffed. “Hey, can you not young man?” If the fact that she was pregnant hadn’t put him off, what would. The man raised his hands in surrender. “You got it ma’am, sorry.” He shuffled off and Alice put her hand on the small of her back.

“Holy shit you’re huge.” Another pregnant woman gaped at her, and Alice felt her cheeks go warm. “Thank you, but I’m well aware…” Alice murmured, huffing and panting. The other woman only simply stared at her. “How far along are you?” The woman asked. Finally, a question. “I-I’m about a month away from due.. please, I’m going to be late to work?” She requested, trying to waddle past the woman.

“O-oh I’m sorry, I’ve just never seen anyone as big as you are! And your skin, are you a permaberry?!” Alice growled. “Ma’am, please just MOVE!” She begged, waddling around the woman and towards the hospital. She was getting rounder by the minute. She thanked the gods for double doors as she entered, immediately noting a couple patients in the hallway. “Nngh.. oh God… s-sorry! S-‘scuse me!” She apologised as she heaved herself past them, her asscheeks clapping as she did so, to her mortification.

She eventually made it to the reception desk. She thought about sitting down on the chair, but with her current weight, at a few hundred pounds of juice that was out of the question. She had to stand there and wait. She could feel people staring at her even as she sidled her way into the reception area. “Rough commute?” Mikayla, the young intern asked sympathetically. The goth girl spun in her chair, watching as Alice’s breasts tore through her dress.

“Ugggh!!” Alice groaned, watching as threads popped one by one, her gargantuan belly ripping through her attire, popped navel bulging forwards angrily, like a thumb sized nub marking her as grotesquely pregnant. “I really gotta pump.” She huffed, deciding that that was answer enough for Mikayla.

“Want some help? I know for a fact you don’t have a pump on hand.” That was true, since she’d gotten pregnant again she hadn’t been carrying anything over a hundred kilograms in case she damaged the fruit or pulp in any way. The farmer’s market wanted pristine produce.

“Would you? I know it’s probably really gross and sucky for you but- nnnf!” Alice moaned, feeling Mikayla’s hands squeezing her breasts into the buckets the office had designated for her collection. “Relax, Alice, you taught me all the shit I know, I’m not gonna not help you when big mama needs a release, huh?” Alice knew she was being incredibly lewd, but the blueberry milk pumping from her tits felt exquisite, and her crotch throbbed with need.

“Th-th-thank youu…” She whined, flapping her hands. At least some of the pressure was off. Her limbs were so thick and full she could no longer move them, and she was left in just her panties, the waistband of which was very quickly outgrowing her fat asscheeks.

“Damn, almost there Alice. Want help?” The offer from Mikayla was kind, but Alice’s panties were so tight that if Mikayla dared put her fingers in there, they’d be crushed.

CREEAAAAAK, GROOOOAAAAAN…

BANG!

Her panties shattered in scraps and torn sheets of fabric, ruined by the blueberry juice gushing from Alice’s nethers, her limbs becoming swallowed by her enormity, flapping hands and feet settling inside her divots, her growth swelling to a crescendo as her ass ballooned one more time, leaving her a weighty, heavy orb of a momma berry, rocking on her crotch. “Nnnooooohhh fuuuuu…” Alice whined, panting and huffing.

Mikayla chuckled. “Whoa there Allie, wait until your break before you get all this out, huh?” Alice whined. “Come on Mikayla, I have needs, I’m pregnant…” She complained. Mikayla shrugged. “You wanted to get off, you should have taken early maternity leave. You could leave right now and no-one would blame you.” Alice mulled that over. She had of course considered it, but she had her kids to think about.

“But I’m needed here, aren’t I?” She asked. Mikayla turned to her. “This hospital has run without you before you came here and it’ll still be running when you’re back from maternity leave.” Mikayla said. Alice sighed, flapping her hands in her divots. She really wasn’t getting much work done like this, she would admit that much. “Okay, I guess I’ll go and tell Lisa.”

She huffed and panted as she waddled towards the partition in the reception desk.

“She’s so big, you think she’s a beached whale?”

“Poor woman, dealing with a condition like that. I wouldn’t ever want to be that fat.”

Alice didn’t like the comments per se, but it certainly didn’t help the building arousal in her nethers. SHHHK. “Shit!” She cursed, hoping there weren’t any children around. “Here Allie, lemme help.” Mikayla shoved on Alice’s fat asscheeks, heaving and pushing her through the partition bit by bit. Finally, Alice popped through with a yelp. She thankfully landed on her lower belly, cushioning her fall, but also just about allowing her to teeter back onto her feet.

The waddle of shame to Lisa’s office had Alice’s cheeks burning with want the entire time, the idle sloshes and churns of her juice, the weight in her crotch making her want to cum right then and there. She waddled into the doorframe, bumping the door with her belly. Lisa opened it, eyebrows shooting up. “Alice, I thought you were on leave!” She was evidently horrified Alice was even working at her stage in pregnancy, making Alice feel even worse. “I’m sorry Lisa, I came to tell you I’m taking my leave now. I know I’ve just left you understaffed, I feel really bad-“

“Don’t! HR shouldn’t even have rota-ed you, what were they thinking? I’ll get Evan to cover, go Alice, c’mon, you’re like an inch away from popping those berries out.” Alice nodded, waddling back towards the entrance of the hospital. She sighed, she was going to have to call Melissa. She flapped her hands, waddling up to one of the residents. “I’m sorry, can I borrow your phone for a minute? I need to call my daughter to pick me up-“

“Holy shit! U-um, of course!” The resident brought out her phone, moving to hand it to her, then evidently thinking better of it. “Uh, what’s her number?” Alice recited it off by hand. Usually she had a Bluetooth earpiece she could use, but she’d forgotten it at home. The resident held the phone to Alice’s ear. “Mom?” Came Melissa’s voice from the phone. “Hey honey, can you uh, bring the truck? I got sent home on maternity leave.”

“Finally! Of course Mama, I’m coming. Just stay out there and I’ll come get you.” Alice truly did love her children. “Thank you honey, see you soon.” As the resident hung up the phone, she examined Alice. “Y-you’re that nurse! The one from the college video?” Alice cringed, too many people had seen that. “Y-yeah, I am.”

“And you’re pregnant too? Even like that? Wow, who’s the lucky guy?”

Alice blushed, looking off to the side. “It’s not like that, I-I’m pregnant with blueberries!” She explained. “They’re baby sized, that’s all.” The resident gaped at her exposed belly. “How many?” Alice sighed. “Three… I’m eight and a half months pregnant.” The resident crossed her arms. “That’s so dangerous! You should be at home, resting up!” Alice had had enough of everyone pitying her. “I’m not gonna be lectured by someone the same age as my daughter, please, I’ve gotten enough of that today!”

The resident calmed down. “Sorry. I’m Jessie.” The punk looking resident introduced herself. “For what it’s worth, I think you’re pretty cool.” Alice felt her cheeks go warm. “Thank you sweetie. I’m Alice.” While they waited for Melissa, Alice noted the flickered glances Jessie kept giving to Alice’s belly.

“Wanna rub it?” Alice invited warmly. “They’re moving.”

“They can move?” Jessie asked, Alice nodded. “Yeah, it’s weird, they’re fruit but they move. Guess I’m just that big.” Jessie giggled, noting the huge form of one of the berries pressing against her palm. “That’s super freaky, and super cool.” Jessie softened up. “Would you ever have more kids one day?” Alice stopped short. “H-huh?” She took a moment to think about it.

“I don’t know.. I mean, I AM hyperfertile, and permanently fertile, b-but I’m single, who would-“ Now it was Jessie’s time to cringe. “Oh shit, I’m sorry, I thought-“

“No, no, it’s okay-“

“It’s really not-“

“Oh my God, I want more kids.” Alice realised. That revelation was cut short by Melissa’s arrival. Jessie whistled. “Hey Alice? Mind if I get your daughter’s number? She’s really cute.” Alice glanced at Jessie. “You’re asking my permission? You don’t need it sweetie, go ahead.”

Melissa approached the duo, apologising profusely to Jessie. “Hey, thank you so much and sorry Mom had to borrow your phone, I’ve been begging her to take her leave for ages and-“

“Nah, it’s fine, your mom is cool! I mean, if you wanted to repay me, you could buy me a coffee next Tuesday if you’re free?” Alice watched as Melissa’s cheeks turned bright red, beaming from ear to ear. “Okay, you’re on!” Melissa watched as Jessie rushed off, Alice belly bumping her daughter. “Shall we head home honey?” She asked lightly. Melissa focused back in. “Oh, yes, of course Mama!” She agreed.

Gently tipping Alice onto her back, Melissa rolled her mother into the back of the truck. Securing her with the ropes, Melissa made sure they weren’t too tight. “Have you gotten heavier?” Melissa asked absent-mindedly. Alice wasn’t offended by the question though. “The berries probably went through a growth spurt again.”

Melissa agreed with that. “They were eight pounds last we checked, right?” Alice confirmed that with a nod.

Alice and Melissa returned home, and Melissa rolled Alice inside. “Hey Adam, we’re home!” Melissa called. “Come out of your room dumbass, Mom’s home!” Adam soon came down the stairs. “Dude, seriously?” He addressed Melissa, then Alice. “Hey Mom, I’ll put some food on. Craving anything specific?” Alice pondered for a moment, then replied. “Burgers? With some pickles and barbecue if you can?” Adam nodded and got to work.

“Hey guys?” Alice murmured as she finished eating. “If I said I wanted to have more kids, give you guys siblings… what would you say?” Adam and Melissa stopped what they were doing, focused fully on their mother. “I.. Wouldn’t that be weird?” Adam asked. “Like, we’re in college and we’ll be a full generation or two older than them.” Alice knew that, but thought about it anyway. “I know, but eventually you two will be out of the house, and I’m thirty-eight. I still have a lot left in me, and to be honest.. I always wanted a big family.”

Melissa squealed, hugging her mom. “Oooh Mom, I get to make you a dating profile then?” Alice giggled. “Sure honey, just let me have input on it.” Melissa was enthusiastic and immediately pulled out her phone. “Let’s get you bred, Mama!”

Melissa rolled Alice into the living room, settling her on her belly. Opening a dating website, Melissa turned to Alice. “Smile for the camera Mom!” Alice gave a soft smile, flapping her hands.

“Are you sure people will want to date a fat blueberry like me?” Melissa gave her a deadpan stare. “Mom, Mom. You’re hot, face it. Even as round as you are, you’re super attractive, and that’s coming from me.” Alice’s cheeks ran hot and she rested her chin in her divot. “Thanks honey.” Melissa sat down between Alice’s breasts, typing away.

“O-oh, what about aspiring breeder to be?” Melissa suggested. Alice squeaked. “Mel! I[I uh, are you sure? Wouldn’t it send the wrong impression?”

Melissa shrugged. “It’s the right sentiment, right? It works.” Before Alice could reject it, Melissa typed it in. Eventually they had her entire profile built, and Alice looked it over. “I guess that works.. and there aren’t any like, extra things you’ve put in there?”

Melissa shook her head. “No, apart from stating you’re a single mom of us, nothing else you didn’t want.” She rubbed Alice’s breast. “You’re gonna do great Mom.”

-

Alice didn’t officially want to start dating until she’d given birth, so she’d had Melissa save the account in her drafts until she was ready. A week and a half later, Alice was waddling around, nesting. Adam was nearby on Discord with his friends, and Melissa was out with her new girlfriend. Alice folded another t-shirt, putting it on the couch. She breathed heavily, her pregnant belly overloaded with the now eight pound berries, having practically ballooned in weight over the past three days.

She’d been feeling off all day, and she groaned, rubbing her belly. Wearing just a bra and boxer shorts, she was too hot for anything else. “Ooohh.. pressure..” She whined, a hand on the small of her back as a feeling like a bowling ball sitting on her spine welled up in her pelvis.

Adam looked over from the computer. “You good Mom?” He asked cautiously. A bead of blueberry sweat dripped down Alice’s brow, and she groaned again.

“A-Adam… can you call your sister?” She gasped out slowly. “The berries are on their way.”

Adam paled, then nodded, grabbing his phone, Discord call forgotten for the moment. Alice sat down on the couch, a finger sliding down her panties, checking her dilation. “Nngghhh.. not even a centimetre?” She whined, hitting the couch with frustration. She focused on her breathing, flushed violet as the contractions rolled through her body. It didn’t hurt, it was actually incredibly arousing, the weight on her crotch making her womanhood hot and throbbing.

Adam returned soon after, kneeling by her. “Jessie and Melissa are on their way, are you good?” Alice breathed, gripping the couch. “For now, yeah, u-um.. I’m not progressing too fast so you can keep going with your call if you like.” Adam was conflicted, leaving her in pain was never something he wanted to do, but his mother knew her body intimately, and he trusted her. “Okay, but the second you’re in pain I’m helping.” He compromised.

Alice waved him away, waiting as she dilated. Her belly grew bigger, filling her lap as juice sloshed and churned inside her. “Mmmnnnn…. C’mon little guys, out you get.” She coaxed, spreading her legs. Her breasts were overfilling her bra cups, stained and wet with milk. She was about a centimetre or two dilated by now. “Nggh… juice sac, right there…” She murmured to herself, feeling the balloon of amniotic fluid resting in her birth canal.

Melissa and Jessie appeared soonish, and Alice found she couldn’t reach her panties to take them off. “H-hey girls.. c-can you.. take off my panties? I gotta get this juice sac to break.” Jessie kneeled down. “I’m a resident in obstetrics, do you trust me?” She asked Alice. Alice bit her lip, nodding. “I’ve been to three other births before, with this midwife named Sara, she’s been teaching me everything I know, but this is.. unique.”

Jessie and Melissa peeled Alice out of her panties, and with a BANG, her boobs tore through her bra cups, snapping the elastic band as the garment fell haphazardly to the floor with a wet slap. “Okay Alice, how are we feeling?” Jessie asked. Alice whimpered in response. “I think I need to stand up. I need- need help.” Obediently, Melissa and Jessie grabbed one of Alice’s chubby arms each. “Pull!” Melissa ordered, and the two girls heaved Alice onto her feet.

“Whoaaaa!” Alice squeaked, stumbling before she was caught by Melissa and Jessie. “Jesus, she’s heavy-!” Jessie groaned. “H-hey!” Alice supposed that was fair but it was still a little embarrassing. “Sorry Alice.” Alice began slowly waddling around the room. her chunky, juice filled thighs sloshed as she did so, slow circles helping as the pressure amped up-

SPLASH!

“Nnnaaaaahhh!” Alice moaned as her juice broke, losing her plug as she bent over a slight bit. She was surprised she was still able to do so. Alice shuddered as another contraction made her cum, splashing on the rug. She could feel herself getting bigger, wider as the berries made their way down into the world, bulging her birth canal. “Ooooh…” She whined.

“Alice?” Jessie announced softly. “I’m gonna check you now, okay?” She felt Jessie’s shoulders brush her thighs and gasped, glad they were so fat she could no longer clench them, then the sensation of Jessie’s warm, slender fingers checking her womanhood drawing another long whine from her. “H-how far?” She asked uncertainly. Jessie hummed beneath her, listening to the burbling and sloshing from Alice’s burgeoning body. “About five centimetres. You’re doing superb Alice.” Jessie encouraged.

“Mel? Could you go grab the ice chips?” Melissa heeded her mother, heading into the kitchen as Jessie resurfaced, hands feeling around Alice’s expanding diameter, the boulder-like belly so heavy Alice just dropped onto it, laying on it as her limbs became stiffer and fatter. “You’re progressing fast now, you feel about ready to push yet? You’re not dilated yet, so if you need to, it should just be small, practiced breathing, yeah?” Jessie coached.

Alice heeded Jessie’s words, bearing down just a little. She felt some of the pressure abate and sighed happily. “That feel better?” Alice felt a lot better actually. “Y-yeah.. last time I wasn’t coached through this.. it was uh, at a family barbecue.” Jessie raised an eyebrow. Alice giggled, she couldn’t quite believe it herself, but it had happened. “I had hoped I wouldn’t go into labour that day, but my juice broke while I was serving and I had to push out three other blueberries in front of everyone.”

Jessie laughed, patting the turgid tummy in front of her. Alice’s limbs were starting to sink into her body, and Melissa returned with the ice chips as Jessie inspected Alice’s diameter. Adam was now fully focused on his mother as well, Discord call remaining open. “C’mon bro, hold the fucking point!” Alice heard from one of Adam’s friends, to which he lashed back.

“Dude, fuck the game right now, my mom is literally giving birth!” He retorted, and she heard calls of ‘holy shit’ and ‘dude, no way!’ From the call. “Nah bro, pics or it didn’t happen.” She heard. Adam gaped. “Dude, shut the fuck up, please? Imma go help her, y’all just talk amongst yourselves.” He got up from his chair, approaching Alice. “Sorry about them,” he apologised.

“You really need better friends baby.” Alice groaned, her limbs sinking in and leaving her a full, ripe blueberry, Jessie checking her once again. “Okay Alice, listen carefully. You’re ten centimetres now, so we’re gonna get this show on the road. When you feel ready to push, push, yeah?” Jessie ordered firmly. Alice whimpered. She was nervous, but she knew she could do this. She’d done this once before, this was just practice for the future.

“Nnnngaaaahhh!” She bore down. She felt the first berry shifting into place, starting to descend out of her. She let go of the contraction, breathing deeply, in and out rhythmically. “That’s it Mama, come on.” Melissa encouraged. Urged on by the love of her children, Alice groaned, bearing down again.

She felt powerful. This primal, ancient sensation settled in her chest, and as the weight in her underside increased, so did the pressure. “C’mon, c’mon, I got this, I got this,” She murmured to herself. Another push had her vagina begin to ache, the first berry crowning. “Okay, here it is mama, you ready?” Jessie asked. Alice’s feet shook with the effort, nestled in their divots as she pushed again.

“Grraaaaagghh!” She growled, the first berry popping out of her with a gush of liquid and a cheer from Adam and Melissa. “One down Mom!” Adam cheered, rubbing her taut side. “Ready for the others?” Alice panted and huffed. “Give me.. give me a minute guys.. need a moment…” She gathered her strength. Every inch of her was electric, and she bit her lip.

This sensation… it was amazing. She was operating on pure maternal instinct now, elevated to her highest peak as she began working the second berry out. “One, two, threee..” She mooed, slow, steady minuscule pushes inching the second berry further out of her womb. As Alice eased the berry downwards, she leaned into the sensation of the ache as her labia lips bulged, groaning and hissing in arousal as she pushed.

“Doing so well Alice, so close.” Jessie encouraged. Alice was sweating from the exertion, her cheeks purple. Melissa grabbed an ice chip, holding it to Alice’s lips. Alice swallowed it gratefully, holding it on her tongue for a moment before she did. Her body quaked and shuddered with every push she gave, and as she pushed again, she felt it fully crown. “Come on, come on, come ON!” She cried out, and with another wet POP! The second berry was out, falling to the floor ceremoniously.

“Last one now Mama, home stretch.” Melissa encouraged. Adam, who had been mostly silent and focused on massaging Alice’s taut, tense spots agreed with her. “You’re amazing Mom, you got this.” Spurred on by her family’s love, Alice breathed in. “Okay guys, let’s get this big blueberry out of mama berry.” She started pushing low, powerful pushes that rocked her belly.

“Slow and steady wins the race now Alice, careful.” Jessie advised. Alice was on autopilot now though, pushing and pushing with careful precision, every note her body hit was pitch perfect, and before too long, the last berry was right at her entrance. “Here it comes Jessie, catch it, catch it, catch it!” She exclaimed. And catch it Jessie did as the last berry exploded from Alice’s womb, finally empty of all the blueberries.

“You did it!” Melinda crowed happily. “Fuck yeah Mama, there you go!” As the family celebrated, Jessie cleaned up all three gigantic blueberries, weighing eight pounds each. “Now what do we do with them?” Melissa looked them over. “Well, now that we got them cleaned up, we get them tested and get them sold on the farmer’s market.”

Alice let out a chuckle. Then a giggle. Then a full blown belly laugh. Eventually the others joined in, and Alice proposed something.

“Wanna take a selfie together and post it to the girls at the ward?” She suggested. At that, everybody agreed. Adam, Melissa and Jessie each grabbed a berry, nestling it in their arms as Jessie held her phone above her head. “Say blueberry!” She snapped the photo, and they all giggled again.

Alice was happy. Now she could recover, and prepare to begin dating again.

-

Because a convo with Mrs P reminded me I hadn’t uploaded all chapters on here yet.

[metalnecklace]

There Was Heaven In Your Eyes

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader (plus size)

Words: 3707

Warnings: Smut (mdni), Safe sex, Oral (m receiving), Nipple play, Teasing, Javi is soft but firm ya know?, Some spanking, Some biting, Grinding

Notes: This is mostly smut but getting back to plot about halfway through! We’re going to be getting some backstory on the reader soon here.

Masterlist

Chapter 9

I fell asleep pretty quickly, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm that lulled me under in no time. No dreams plagued me that night, and when the first rays of the sun shone into our room I found myself waking slowly. My back was pressed against Javi’s front, with one of his arms under my head and the other around my middle, his hand laying just underneath my breasts. His breaths were steady against the back of my neck.

And when I pushed back slightly I could feel his cock, hard and nestled against my butt.

“What’re you doing, baby?” He asked when I pushed back again.

“Mmm, nothing,” I drawled, my voice thick with sleep as I rolled my hips back against him.

He moaned against my neck before starting to kiss the skin. I threw my head back slightly as he rolled his hips into me, his hand moving up to cup my breasts.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you see what you do to me?” He bit down underneath my ear then licked the spot to soothe it.

“I want you so bad, Javi,” I panted, already out of breath from how much I wanted him.

I twisted in his arms so I was facing him and pressed my lips to his. Our tongues slid together between our lips, my hands grabbed onto him, and I hitched my leg up over his hips so his hardness was grinding against where I wanted him most.

Actually, the second place I wanted him most.

I pulled back, gasping for air. “Javi, I need to taste you.”

He pressed his forehead against mine, closing his eyes. “You sure, baby?”

“Yes. Please, Javi?”

He pulled back, then kissed me, biting my lower lip, before looking at me. “You’re going to be the death of me, I swear.”

I giggled and pecked him on the lips. “Lay back, weirdo.”

He faked his best hurt face, but did as I said. “Of all the names you could’ve called me, you went with weird-Oh!” His sentence cut off with a moan after I straddled him and pushed myself down against his throbbing cock.

I bent down and kissed him, first on the lips, then along his jaw. My lips continued to map out a trail down his neck, finding every spot that had him making sweet noises, until I reached his chest.

“You’re so beautiful, Javi,” I told him before placing a kiss in the center of his chest.

“Oh shit, fuck, baby!” A groan ripped from his chest when I started to swirl my tongue around one of his nipples. “What’re you doing?”

“Trying to find what makes you feel good,” I said, matter of factly. My fingers kept roaming over the expanse of skin in front of me, including his soft tummy that I just wanted to take a bite of.

I continued kissing and licking along his torso while he whimpered for me.

“(Y/N), I’m not above begging,” he panted, “please.”

I chuckled, sitting back slightly. “Okay, Javi, okay. But only because I’m getting impatient too.”

I bent back down and ran my tongue along the top of his underwear, sliding my hands up his thighs to the fabric covering his hard member. Precum soaked through a patch that I licked, causing him to moan my name, along with profanities in both English and Spanish.

I pulled down his underwear inch by inch, his cock springing up to land on his stomach when it was uncovered. I slipped his underwear completely off and threw it to the floor where our clothes from the night before still resided. A pearl of precum leaked from his tip, and I bent down to lick it clear.

He gasped, fisting the sheets, and I reached over and took one of his hands, placing it on top of my head. His fingers curled gently into my hair, and they tightened when I took his cock into my mouth. I pulled off with a pop and licked the underside of him.

“Fuck, hermosa, you feel amazing,” he sighed, his eyes burning into me.

I hummed around him, causing him to drop his head back against the pillow. He never pushed me, just held on tight while I tried to fit as much of him inside my mouth as I could, using my hands on the rest. My spit dribbled down his length and my chin, making his skin slippery. I felt like a mess as I bobbed up and down, but I loved it. I pulled off of him and started pumping him with my hand to give my jaw a break, deciding to focus on his balls instead.

“Oh, baby, oh my god,” he moaned while I sucked the sensitive skin lightly into my mouth. I used my hands on his cock, twisting gently as I moved them up and down, and mouthed at his balls. “I’m not gonna last if you keep that up. Mierda.”

I went back to wrapping my lips around his cock after kissing his thighs a few times. He was so sensitive, it seemed like my lips barely had to touch him and he was cursing and twitching. His moans and whimpers fell from his lips faster and higher pitched until he pulled me off of his cock.

“Cariño, you almost had me,” he hissed, pulling me up his body so he could kiss me. “But I need to be buried inside this sweet pussy again. I need to have you.”

He flipped us so he was on top, then maneuvered me so I was on my stomach. He bent down and kissed my neck while he rutted against my backside. My shirt was pushed up and he leaned back and pulled my hips up. His hands were warm as he ran them over my thighs and up over my ass.

“You look so good like this, offering yourself up to me.” He slid my panties down my thighs, lifting my legs one at a time to undress my bottom half. “Legs together now, sweetheart.”

I did as he asked and gasped when I felt his lips against my skin, then his teeth.

“Sorry, cariño. You look so good I just needed to take a bite,” he said, kissing where his teeth had been. I moaned at the feeling of cool air as he parted the globes he held in his large hands, then licked from my clit all the way up. “Fuck, look at you clenching around nothing. You’re gonna squeeze my cock so nice, aren’t you?”

“Fuck me, Javi. I need it,” I groaned.

His hand came down and connected with my skin. I yelped, bringing my head up only to have him thread his fingers through my hair and gently push me back down to the pillow. He held his hand there firmly and soothed my skin with his other hand.

“Ask nicely, sweetheart. I don’t mind making you beg if I have to.” He reached over me to open his bedside table drawer and pulled out a condom. My eyes were glazed over as I watched his fingers, the way they held the wrapper perfectly between them like he held his cigarettes. He opened it up and I could hear his breathing quicken as he rolled it on then placed his hands on my hips. Then nothing. “I’m waiting.”

“P-please, Javi.”

He nudged his tip against my opening. “Oh, you can do better than that,” he practically purred, bringing his hand back down on my ass.

“Please fuck me, Javi. I need it so bad. I need you,” I whined, pushing myself back toward him as much as I could while he held me firmly in place.

“That’s more like it,” he growled, then pushed himself in until his hips slammed against me.

“Oh fuck!” I shouted into the pillow, feeling so overwhelmed with how stretched I was.

He held my hips in place while I got used to the feeling, then slowly started moving out before slamming back in. He kept that pace going, slowly out, then roughly in, while I chanted his name into the pillow. His fingers gripped my hair tightly and started to pull, his other hand slipping to my shoulder to help pull me up so I was on all fours.

My mouth hung open but I was completely speechless as he fucked into me harder than I had ever felt before. His arm snaked around to my front to circle my clit causing me to whine while I pushed myself back further and further until he was buried deep inside and barely had any room to pull out. I felt his lips press between my shoulder blades, a sweet gesture compared to the way he rutted into me.

“Baby, I want you to ride me,” he whispered against my skin.

He helped me maneuver around so that he was laying on the bed with a few pillows propping him up, and I was hovering over him. It had been a while since I had sex before Javi, but it had been even longer since I had been on top. As if he could tell I was nervous he reached out and stroked my cheek with his thumb.

“We’ll take it slow, okay? I want you to feel good.” I nodded, his eyes giving me all the reassurance I needed. He reached down and held onto my hip, his other hand holding himself firm underneath me. “Just sit down slow, sweetheart, I got you. That’s it, just like that, just like that, fuck.”

I kept my eyes on him as my lips parted in a gasp at the feeling of myself sinking down slowly onto his length. It didn’t take long for me to sit down fully, and when his eyes snapped up to mine I felt the air leave my lungs. The hunger that resided in him was evident by the way he held me in his gaze, and beneath that I saw a tenderness and care that caressed my heart. I could tell he was being so patient with me, holding out so I could be comfortable. So I could feel good.

I rocked my hips forward, moaning at the drag of him against my walls. My legs shook slightly as I tried to push myself up but his hands gripped my hips tightly and held my flush to him.

He shook his head, keeping his eyes steady on mine. “I want you to feel good, baby. Don’t just do what you think will make me feel good. I would never need to cum again as long as I got to see that fucked out look in your eyes, knowing it’s all for me.” His fingers slid down and danced over my clit, causing me to clench around him. “You’re all for me aren’t you? This pussy is all mine, you’re all mine.”

My brain felt fuzzy, the only thing I could think about was him. “All yours, Javi, all yours,” I panted, starting to rock back and forth. His cock was so deep I felt like he was in my belly.

The hand that wasn’t torturing me reached around to my lower back and pushed until I was leaning forward. His upper half was propped up enough that when I leaned forward his face was nearly buried in my chest, and when I started to grind against him my clit rubbed deliciously against his hand that was now wedged between our lower halves.

“Oh wow, oh fuck,” I moaned, throwing my head back as Javi sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the swollen bud while his other hand slid from my lower back down to grip my ass.

It only took seconds. My body writhed against his, chasing my high as it washed over my body. His name was a prayer falling from my lips, and I felt his cock start to pulse as he moaned with his head still between my breasts. My orgasm kept coming in waves until I finally started to come down, trembling in his arms that had wrapped around me. His strength held me in place on top of him while he peppered kisses across my entire chest.

“Holy fuck, Javi.” I laid my forehead down on the pillow in front of me and tried to catch my breath. Even though my limbs were still shaky I started to push myself off of him, only to have his arms tighten. “Javi, I gotta get up so I don’t squish you.”

“You won’t, I’m fine,” he mumbled between kisses.

“Can I at least scooch down? I want a kiss.”

He chuckled, the vibrations almost too much for my oversensitivity. “I am kissing you.”

“I want a real one,” I whined, wiggling against him and hissing when my swollen clit rubbed against the hair at the base of his member.

“Oh, so these aren’t real enough?” He bit my shoulder making me jump. His tongue soothed the mark then he flipped us suddenly so we were side by side, his cock no longer inside me. “This is a much better angle, anyway.”

His hands were so large they fit perfectly over my breasts as he squeezed them, then he pushed them together so he could continue to kiss and lick my nipples. I moaned and found myself rubbing against the thigh he slotted between my legs, feeling myself start to throb for him once again.

“Javi, please, you have to get ready for work.” I tried pushing him but my attempt was made feeble as my body betrayed me.

“Ugh,” he grunted, then pulled off one of my nipples with a wet pop of his mouth. “Fine, cariño, but when I’m back tonight we’re picking up where we left off.”

I giggled as he kissed me once then rolled off the bed. He stood up and walked to the bathroom while pulling the condom off. My eyes followed his figure, appreciating his perfect ass that always looked too good in his jeans. He turned before leaving the room and raked his eyes up my body.

“You comin’?”

He didn’t have to ask twice. We showered together, and although our hands lingered on each other we didn’t push it any further. I washed his hair, working my fingers against his scalp causing him to groan. If he could purr I’m sure he would have. When we were clean and dressed once more, we made a quick breakfast of eggs and toast together.

I noticed as he went to leave he looked lighter than he had before. His eyes sparkled and a smile seemed to always be dancing in the corners of his mouth. He leaned in to kiss me before he left, tapping me on the butt with a wink.

I ended up going to bed pretty much as soon as the door was closed, and slept a dreamless sleep. My body and mind felt completely relaxed and no dreams of Pablo, or even my husband, seemed to hide in the shadows. I was safe. Safe in Javi’s house. Safe in his bed.

And when he returned home I would be safe in his arms.

The only thing that woke me was a knock on the door. I was slightly confused at first because it was completely dark out. I slept the entire day away. The clock on the nightstand said it was nearly eleven o’clock. Another knock sounded and my heart raced.

“(Y/N)? It’s me!” Steve’s voice rang out, muffled by the door.

I threw on a sweater and sweatpants, racing to the door. “Coming!”

I opened it up and Steve’s eyes landed on mine before immediately tracking the bite marks that littered my neck. My cheeks grew hot, embarrassment flooding me. Steve wasn’t an idiot, and the smirk that tugged at his lips told me Javi would never hear the end of it.

“Sorry I woke you up. Can I come in?”

I furrowed my brows, wondering how he knew I was sleeping, but my cheeks were on fire once I reached up to my hair and felt it half out of the bun I put it in. Great. Steve was seeing me in my best light.

“Of course!” I stepped aside, allowing the taller man in, closing the door behind him. “Is everything alright? Where’s Javi?”

He froze in his place, looking at something on the ground. My eyes followed his line of sight and I nearly sprinted to pick up my bra that was still on the floor from the night before. I held it behind my back and glared at Steve who was cackling.

“That confirms what we heard last night. And this morning. Thank god,” he wiped a stray tear away. “It’s about time, Connie and I were gonna start placing bets.”

I shook my head at him, turning to throw the garment into the bedroom. “Grow up, Murphy.”

“No way, that really just cheered me up.” He finally stopped laughing. “Who broke first?”

“I’m so not talking about this with you.” I grumbled.

“Fine, fine,” he waved his hand at me, shaking his head. He brought his hands up and pressed the heels of his hands into his closed eyes. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, (Y/N). Javi’s coming back soon, he’s just talking to the ambassador right now.”

“The ambassador? About what?” I leaned against the doorway to the living room, my arms crossed over my chest.

Steve sighed and brought his arms back down, turning to face me fully. “He’s being sent back home. To Texas.”

My jaw dropped. “What?”

As soon as the word left my mouth the door opened, revealing an exasperated Javi.

“Javi,” I breathed.

He looked between the two of us, his eyes narrowing in on Steve. “What did you tell her?”

“I just told her you’re going home, that’s it.” He held his hands up in surrender.

Javi shook his head, slamming the door behind him. “Don’t you think I should be the one to talk to her?”

“I know, Peña, but I felt like we should at least start figuring out our next steps here.” Steve took a step closer to him. “I just want to help out. Connie and I can always take her in, I know she’ll still need protection.”

Javi shook his head again, then looked at Steve with pleading in his eyes.

“Oh,” Steve said softly, “oh, shit.” He turned his head to glance toward me before turning back to Javi. “I didn’t realize this was more than just…” he trailed off.

Javi stepped closer, lowering his voice so I could barely hear. “It’s everything, Steve. And I don’t know if after all this she’ll even want to stay with me.”

“How about you just ask me?” I piped up, causing both men to look at me as if they forgot I was there. “I can make my own decisions, just tell me what happened.”

Javi looked back at Steve, who clapped his hand on Javi’s shoulder. “I’ll leave you two. Call me in the morning with the plan, I can take you to the airport.”

“Thanks,” Javi said, lowering his head.

Steve left and the silence hung thick in the air between us. I walked over to Javi and slid my hands up his chest and looped my arms around his neck. I laid my cheek on his chest and let his heartbeat bring us back down to earth.

“Are you okay?” I asked, so soft I was afraid he didn’t hear me.

“I will be,” he answered. “Just made a really stupid mistake. So fucking stupid.”

I pulled back so I could look at him properly. “What happened?”

He looked away but I put my hands on either side of his face to bring his focus back to me. I could see his eyes were glassy, and I was worried he was holding back.

“You know the people in the news? The ones who are trying to get Escobar?”

“Other than you guys, you mean?” I smiled a bit, trying to lighten the mood. “I think I know, the Los something… what are they called?”

“Los Pepes.” He placed his hands on my hips, moving my sweater up with his thumbs so he could rub my skin. “In the news they mentioned there were talks of how they were getting their information, and that maybe there was someone feeding it to them from the inside.”

I nodded slowly, piecing the puzzle together in my mind. He bit his lip and looked into my eyes, then it clicked.

“Oh, Javi.”

“I know, I know,” he stepped back and walked to the couch. He sat down and laid his head back. “I just wanted to get Escobar, and so did they. We made a deal but I didn’t know it was going to be like this.”

I sat down next to him, placing my hand on his knee.

“I got caught, it all went to shit, and they’re sending me home.” He sighed and brought his head up so he could look at me. “I’m so sorry, I know this isn’t what you signed up for. Steve is right though, he can take you in for protection, or I can try and figure something out.”

“Javi, you haven’t even asked me what I want to do.”

He worried his bottom lip between his teeth. “But I know you won’t look at me the same, I know I’m not a good person. You deserve to have a life, and I want to figure that out for you.”

I sighed, and leaned forward so I could lay my head on his shoulder. “We’ve all made mistakes, and done bad things. That doesn’t mean I’m going to leave you.”

I could feel him reaching into his jacket for a cigarette. “You haven’t done bad things, you were forced to work for the Escobar’s, that wasn’t a choice.”

“I’m not talking about that,” I said, my words shaky. I sat back, lifting my head so I could face him. “I think it’s time I tell you why I really came to Colombia.”

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 114. brb x oc

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She’s trying her best to not bite her finger, nervously looking at the screen while keeping herself close to Rooster, his large hand cupping her hip, thumb gently moving up and down against the curve. 

Beatrice just taps her thumbs together, watching wide eyed and in silence as the colors turned from dark blue to gold and pictures of ancient goddesses appeared with their names next to them. She helped Marcus with that part, she shyly tried to check everyone’s reactions in the dark, hopefully they liked it?

Rooster’s hand kept caressing her side, up and down, his cologne going up her nose as she buried her face on his pec, “Is it good?” she asks muffledly, almost refusing to be too loud.

“It’s really nice,gorgeous.” he whispers back because of course he heard her, “You did a wonderful job.”

Her smile was almost invisible, because of his chest and her own doubtfulness, but she hugged his torso to keep her eyes on the large screen instead of her hands. She decided it was better to face her fears head on instead of constantly avoiding them. She had Rooster and she had her friends with her, she was okay.

She was okay.

She repeats it over and over in her head just as the opening continues, the music changes to harps and lutes, the colors turn and there’s a quiet ‘oooh’ from the crowd. She looks back up just in time to see her face appear,”Oh shit!” she squeaks, covering her mouth, “Everyone’s looking!”

“You look great,Bea.” Evelyn smiles, rubbing her shoulder, “And your husband agrees,look at him.”

The brunette does, seeing her tall pilot husband just stare at her pictures with his eyes glassy and mouth parted in pure wonder. His hold on her tightens just enough to make her hold back a whimper.

It’s possessive but not in a bad way. He’s just holding her like he’s proud, like he wants her to know it too…and from the way his eyes slowly drag back down at her, there was something else within those brown irises that neither of them could say out loud.

“You look…fuckin’ beautiful.” he almost breathes it out because he’s almost panting like a wolf ready to pounce, “You look amazing.”

“T-Thank you,Roos.”

“Royal blue…is another great color on you.” he says as the royal blue dress that Marcus designed came into view, and she had to admit she looked so good in that picture. She let herself smile at his compliment.”

“G-Good to know.”

“Great to know.” he sounds ready to take a bite out of her, she could almost hear him swallow saliva…in fact she saw his Adam’s Apple move as he did swallow, his eyes so dark he was ready to eat her with his gaze alone.

“Roos…” she whispers, gently shoving his arm, “You…um…you-” she gestures to the screen, her husband takes a while to move his head away from her, lingering on her collarbone and on her shoulders, specifically how the light fabric fluttered down her skin like a caress…a caress that he wanted to be giving right now.

“You need to look to the screen,Roos.” she tries again, face red but it hued purple under the light, her smile shy. If either Jake or Evelyn noticed him doing that, they said absolutely nothing about it.

In fact everyone was too busy looking at the screen to notice what he was about to do either. Because Rooster’s shifty eyes only checked to see if there was anyone looking their way and with the negative answer, he leaned down to her ear, her ear that was warm with her blush.

“I want to look at the real deal.” he whispers, feeling her goosebumps through her sleeve almost, and how she tightened her hold on him, “She’s even better in the flesh.”

‘R-Roos.” she whispers, but she wasn’t pushing him away, “W-We are in public…”

“No one is looking at us, gorgeous. Just let me compliment my wife.” 

“I know what you are planning.”

“Do you?”

And he pulls back, his lips quirked up in a knowing, infuriatingly handsome smirk, one that made her knees weak, one that only made Beatrice wish they weren’t surrounded by people, one that wondered if she could made take him to the bathroom and work her frustrations on him, “Do not start.” she tries to warn him, but the hand on her hip slides to the upper half of her ass, fingers tapping on the curve in a teasing way, one that said that the only reason he wasn’t digging his fingers on it was because she was sitting down.

“I’m not starting anything.” and his fingers trace the subtle line of her underwear, almost invisibly. He knew what he was doing, he knew how to not call attention to himself…unlike Beatrice who squeaked and blushed every now and again, having to bite her lower lip hard so she wouldn’t moan out loud.

She clenched her thighs together, those little touches were already making her feel some type of way, her eyes narrowing but pupils were enlarged when she looked over at him, “Roos…I swear.”

“I’m watching the video.” and he turns his face away!!! His wife only parts her lips in an shocked gasp, one that only makes him smirk even more, the sharp line of his jaw was illuminated by the faint blue lights above their heads and the bouncing ones from the screen, “I’m just watching the video.”

Beatrice has to bite her lip even harder because she couldn’t believe him. She squirmed a bit on her seat, still hugging his torso and trying her best to hold back her sounds of surprise when his fingers trailed up to her back and followed the open collar around her shoulders, the soft lace there and she bunched up at the tickling.

She could hear his quiet chuckling, a little ‘hmhmhmhm’ that always started in the center of his chest before coming up his throat, vibrating quietly, like a purr. She loved compared him to a big cat, and that was a good reason why.

But his eyes were back on the screen, for real this time, he was paying attention and every time she showed up on screen he hugged her a bit tighter, he sighed deeply and his eyes softened. She knew he was in love with her, but seeing how he reacted was so…heartwarming. 

She smiled up at him, nuzzling up to his shoulder with her own eyes locked on the different pictures, “I really liked the photoshoot.”

“You look like you are having fun.”

‘I was.” she whispers, “I kept thinking what you’d do if you were there.”

“Probably be kicked out by Marcus because I wouldn’t be able to take my hands off of you.”

Both laughed like two teenagers, the music and quiet murmuring made it easier for them to have a conversation without anyone looking their way and questioning what the hell they were talking about. Beatrice propped her chin on his shoulder, her soft breathing tickling his neck but he didn’t seem bothered, “He’d be really upset if you kept interrupting.”

“I would, and probably would take my own pictures of you…sneakily.”

“Sneakily huh?”

“Hell yeah, I needed to have that for me.” he smirks, rubbing her shoulder this time, “But for real, you look so beautiful. Like an actual Angel,Bea…if anyone here thinks you aren’t worth it…not only I’ll hurt them physically but I’ll ask them if they are stupid.”

Beatrice laughs softly, kissing his clothed shoulder, “You would fight famous people and their security for me,Roos.”

“Without a fucking doubt, gorgeous. Are you kidding?”

“Well,I’d do the same with you.” she whispers, “You know I would.”

Rooster finally turned to face her again, his smile gentle”I know,baby.” he kisses her forehead and then the tip of her nose, “I know you would…you’d probably fight Evelyn’s dad if he did anything too.”

“Um,yeah,and Ev would help.”

“I know she would.” he smiles, “Pretty girl, I’m so proud of you. You know that,right?”

Beatrice blushed even harder, but nodded at him, hugging his arm with a dreamy smile on her face, “I know…I…I’m proud of myself too.”

Honestly those words meant so much more to him, he wasn’t sure if Bea knew how much. He had seen her growth over these years together, she went from a shy,quiet woman who usually used to fumble with her words and hated looking at herself…to a model, a designer, a mom, a woman that only had to grow more and more.

He loved her, so deeply and unashamedly, her happiness was his happiness. Her success made him so excited even if she couldn’t understand it herself. He knew she was nervous, he knew she was scared, but seeing her climb over the walls of her fears…that was so important, so important and so wonderful.

“As you should be.” he whispers, Marcus’ voice breaking the music as he explains one of his pieces to the crowd, “Pretty girl, you are breaking molds. You are aware of that too. You know there’ll be people who’ll grow up admiring you.”

She knew that Nicole would and she thought about it before…but maybe now it was hitting her that what she desired to have when she was younger…she was able to give to this new generation. Beatrice’s smile widened, her teeth glinting under the light and her eyes filling up with tears. “...Yeah.”

“And I couldn’t wish for a better seat to watch it.”

“Roos…” she sniffles, “Stop I’m gonna cry.”

“Baby,I mean it…I know you worry about me, worry if I’m having fun. Of course I’m having fun. I’m with you, there’s no one I love more than you. You are my best friend, you are my wife…you are my girl. And I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.” he leans closer, arching his brows, “Plus,who’d make fun of rich people with me? Nikki is still too young to learn the ropes.”

“But we’ll make sure she knows.”

“Of course.”

Beatrice smiles even more,cupping his face to kiss his lips sweetly, whispering a quiet “Thank you” against his lips just in time for the music to stop and the sound of applause take over. Both of them looked up in surprise when the rest of the guests stood up, clapping excitedly because the launch was officially over! And they were ecstatic.

Beatrice claps along as well, a bit unsure about what’s happening but glad to see Rooster,Jake and Evelyn clapping along.

Maybe it wasn’t such a bad night after all.

-

“Darling!” Marcus’ voice could be heard in a full stadium, she was sure of it. It’s been a few minutes since the launch and she was standing with Rooster close to Jake and Evelyn, just talking and enjoying the silence for a few seconds until they heard Marcus’ voice. She turns around just in time for him to hug her, “Oh,darling! What a success! What a success!”

She blinks in shock when he jumps in the spot while still holding her, she can only pat his back with a little smile, “W-Well,I’m so happy too,Marcus.”

“Darling, oh darling you don’t understand!” he pulls back, white teeth shining even brighter than normal, “You’ll have to come with me, so many people want to meet you!”

“W-What?’

“Yes! Oh, Donatella is so eager to meet you, and Ashley and oh! Some of my friends too– oh you must join me!”

Beatrice licks her lips before looking back at Rooster, not for permission to leave, but permission to…make sure she’d be okay. She knew she didn’t have to ask, but knowing he was there helped. He just smiled down at her, then kissed her cheek, “Go on have fun,supermodel.”

She giggled at the nickname, squeezing his hand for a quick second before Marcus took her away. Rooster only watched, one hand in his pocket and the other bringing the now Mocktail Moscow Mule to his lips - he was still driving home after all - with his smile widening when she disappeared into the crowd, he could only see Marcus’ shiny suit guiding them around.

Evelyn stood next to him, drinking a glass of water, “She’s very happy.”

‘She is.”

“...I’m glad you met her,Rooster.” Evelyn says quietly, patting his shoulder, “You know I was very suspicious of you when you first showed up and showed any interest in Beatrice. I really thought you were a piece of shit.”

That made him blink and slowly turn his head towards her, “What?”

“Didn’t I tell you about it?”

“Well…you did but.” he pauses, ‘Never with uh…those words…I guess.”

Evelyn chuckles, sipping her water to wet her throat, “Yeah,I was really suspicious about you…even if Shells said you were fine.”

Bradley opens his mouth,then closes, “You did…tell me to treat her well but you never mentioned calling me a piece of shit.” he murmurs, “I…I don’t know how to feel about that.”

“To be fair,” she juts her thumb towards Jake who’s just now returning with a place, chewing something, “I called Jake a piece of shit too.”

Jake’s smile immediately drops, “Wait,what?Why??”

“Because,honey,I hated Navy guys…as you well know…so maybe it was just me.” she says casually,shrugging her shoulders,”But when I say I’m glad you are with Bea…I mean it. She’s so happy with you and half of the things she’s doing? She wouldn’t have done without your support.’

Rooster’s shock from being called a piece of shit dissipated and he grins, “I mean…she had you guys…”

“Yes,but…I think Bea needed someone like you…well, you specifically.” Evelyn says, “You know how self conscious she was and Eric never helped.” it didn’t matter how long it was, but hearing Eric’s name still made Rooster’s blood boil, his jaw even clenched when he heard it, “And well, Beatrice just needed a guy who’d be with her without any doubts…and you are. I mean you married her and you two had a kid,that’s something.”

He knew Evelyn was right, because this reminded him of their first talk back at the bar, before he went to Martha’s wedding with Beatrice…when Beatrice wore the Catwoman suit. He tried to focus back on the topic instead of how his wife looked back then, “I mean…I love her. I truly do. I know she sometimes doesn’t get the things that happen to her but,” he turns his head just in time to see Beatrice being hugged by Ashley Graham, a woman she followed in all social media and considered to be an actual goddess.

Her little shocked face and wide eyes were so cute from where he was. 

God he loved her so much.

“But she deserves it.” he finishes with his voice soft, smiling at her when she looked back at him, mouthing a ‘did you see that???’ before she was dragged away from there as well, to meet someone else entirely. “She does deserve the world.”

“She does.” Evelyn grins, “But I mean,I’m serious. We were all worried for Beatrice back then, Shells was…our eyes and ears at the bar when you two got together….we might’ve made a pact to teach you a lesson if you hurt her.”

Rooster licks his lips, a worried furl on his brows, “....you know I kinda see that happening.”

“Good.” she says, drinking more of her water and grabbing whatever it was that Jake had on his plate, snatching a bite, “As you should.”

Rooster just laughs awkwardly, knowing that the tall woman’s humor could lean on deadpan every now and again. At least Beatrice was having fun, that’s all that mattered.

[ceasarslegion]

Alright I just watched a disastrous date go down at the restaurant I was in (woman getting the cold shoulder from the wait staff after asking if her date left while she was in the restroom) so now I gotta know your ramen story, pretty please ☕️ ☕️

LMAO???

Alright so uh, sit down for this one I guess.

Picture me a few months ago. It was still warm out, I was a bit lonely, I go on tinder. I end up striking up a nice conversation with someone who seemed very similar to me. Third culture kids have very unique lifestyles so when we find each other we tend to cling, especially when that person grew up in the same general area you did and came from the same general parent culture. This was what got us talking in the first place.

The guy seemed nice, okay? Articulate, funny, approachable, and easy to keep a conversation with (which is rarer than the diamond itself for the tinder population, who communicate so little it makes me wonder if I missed a telepathy patch somewhere). So I thought hey, why the hell not, right? Let's go to dinner.

I'm a really big meat-eater who can and has eaten everything from chicken hearts to beef tongue and I enjoyed both of them. My dad's side of the family are cattle ranchers in a province only known for two things: oil and beef. I grew up in the part of the middle east that consumes some form of spiced meat in every damn meal, snack, and candy. I was doomed from the start, bro. No part of me could even be vegetarian. I order my steak blue rare at the places that let me. I drink tall glasses of milk with every dinner. I buy family sizes of meat cuts at the grocery store for myself.

No word of a fucking lie, my mom kept this baby book writing down milestones and personality quirks with me, and under the section that says "my favourite food is..." it just says "MEAT: ALL" underlined 3 times. I was meant to be some kind of obligate carnivore but god decided to curse me for my hubris by placing my soul in the body of an omnivorous ape.

Anyway. I suggest ramen for dinner because it's a good crowd pleaser thats really hard to fuck up for a first date. I mean, who doesn't like noodle soups? I usually order it with pork belly, but I was really craving beef that night so I ordered beef ramen with extra beef and a fried egg on top with a cup of green tea

Apparently, this was an issue.

I thank the waiter and he heads off with our orders. I am greeted by a facial expression i can only describe as "moral fury disguised as vague disappointment."

I immediately start getting an earful about how disgusting it is to eat animal flesh and how I should be ashamed of myself for promoting "speciesism" while calling myself an anti-racist. "Speciesism" was a term I have never heard before that day, and I still think it's fucking stupid to compare eating meat to full-blown racism.

I start pointing out that I have no issue with how he decides to eat, but it's a massive overstep of personal boundaries and a very presumptive and self-righteous move to act like he had any right to tell someone else how to eat. Plus, the shit he was spouting about livestock rearing and byproduct sourcing were straight up untrue and made up by PETA. Plus, I hate to break it to him, but cows are not humans. They aren't. They just aren't, and if he can't understand that then he shouldn't be taking care of them and he definitely shouldn't be acting like he should.

I am not the most held back individual when it comes to these things. I have a big blunt mouth and I don't have much of a concept of a filter. I acknowledge that about myself and try my hardest to only argue things i have immediate credible evidence for, because I know that I always come off as emotionally-charged because of my big blunt mouth. But oh, oh boy. Oh man did he not like that.

The argument keeps escalating and escalating until our food gets served. He decides to make a very exaggerated barf gesture at the beef and egg in my bowl. C'mon, bro. But you wanna be petty? Alright, I can be petty too. I looked him dead in the eye while I picked out chunks of only egg and beef with my chopsticks and ate it. I made constant comments on how good the meat was and how much I loved the texture and juiciness of it. He gave me a very charged silent treatment the whole time.

We mutually ghosted each other after that night.

[warmaidensrevenge]

Eddie Munson x Fem!plus size reader

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A/N: ok this is pure self indulgence. And I just returned to work from vacation and this story kinda took me. So I hope you like it. Thanks for reading and as always feedback is greatly appreciated. Kay love ya byyyyyeeee.

Warnings: language, drinking, inappropriate behavior towards a female, smoking, a touch of violence and not proof read and no word count

Summary: Eddie gets a job and finds a coworker extremely attractive.

November 1988

It was his first day working on his own. Eddie had finished his two week training on the Extruder at the plant. He was happy to find out at the start of his shift that a few of his uncle's buddies were going to be working with him too.

The first hour went by with nothing big happening. Some finished products had just come off the line and Eddie was banding it with green plastic straps. That's when he saw a blue light flash by him and he looked up and saw a forklift driver waiting for him to finish so that they could take the load.

When he looked at her, he really couldn't see her all that well. She was wearing ear muffs and a mask covering her mouth and nose. He really couldn't make out if she was actually a girl. It was winter time and she was bundled up pretty good. Though Eddie was hot as hell. She must have been freezing her ass off driving around like that. But how he was sure you were a female is when you got off your lift and went to talk to someone across the way. He saw your large hips swaying and your full chest being hugged by your winter vest.

You were a larger girl but he swore he had never seen a girl of your stature move as gracefully as you did. He figured he would stop starting so that you wouldn't think he was a creep. So he finished the task at hand and went back to the machine. He heard a honk and turned to your lift. You didn't look at him you just picked up the load and left.

You did that for the entire shift. And only once did you look at him. He couldn't be certain if you smiled at him because of the mask. But by how your eyes squinted and your eyebrows wriggled he definitely thought you smiled at him. He had asked the guys what your name was but they kept calling you the wicked witch/bitch. Which took him back.

He didn't get much information from the guys so he opted to ask his uncle. At lunch he went to sit with Wayne and asked about you. But before he could answer you walked in with your wallet and went to buy a cup of coffee. Once you got it you left.

" Okay so?"

Wayne took a bite out of his sandwich. " That's y/n. She's the one who sends us pies for Thanksgiving and cookies for Christmas."

" oh shit that's her. Man I love her apple pie."

" Yeah. I like her molasses cookies the most. She's a sweet girl."

" Then why do guys call her the wicked witch?"

Wayne shook his head. "You know how I look like I'm not happy all the time?"

"Yeah."

" Well that's how she looks. But people don't see her smile because she wears that mask."

" why does she wear that?"

" Because where her main job is, it gets really dirty and dusty and it makes it hard to breathe."

" That doesn't sound safe."

" That's why she wears the mask. Wait when she leaves, you'll see how dirty she gets."

Eddie nodded and finished his lunch. The last hour of the 8 hour shift he didn't see you. But for some reason he wanted to. He wanted to talk to you. But then all of a sudden he saw you walking to a machine and used the air hose to blow off all the dust that was covering your pants and shirt. You had taken off your ear muffs. That's when he noticed you had a bandana on and a helix piercing. You had a couple of tattoos on your forearm and were wearing a Van Halen tee.

You were already checking off boxes in Eddie's list of the perfect girl. He watched as you finished blowing yourself off and left. The next four hours dragged on for him. The person who was your relief really sucked at their job. They let shit pile up before slowly taking the product away.

When Eddie went on his final break he walked through the tender shop and saw you working on a machine. He had to do a double take to see if it was actually you. He had thought you left already. He saw you leaning into a machine fixing something.

His break was over quickly. The entire time he kept wondering about you. Seeing you with tools in your hand did something to him. Another check mark. A girl who isn't afraid to get dirty.

When he walked out of the break room he ran right into you. You guys exchanged sorrys and did that awkward dance trying to let the other pass. Your laugh filled his heart and sent butterflies flutter in his stomach. Then you put both hands on his biceps and moved him to the side. He felt a heat rise from his chest to his neck when you did that. He tried to give you a smile, but all he could manage a half one. You laughed again and walked into the break room.

...

Eddie thought about you all night. And was actually looking forward to seeing you the next day. His uncle told him your department doesn't have overtime so you pick up some poor guys OT when you could. Even if that meant a pay decrease. So you were a hard worker. And you could cook.

Check and check.

The rest of the next month he didn't see you much. He found out that your department was on a rotating shift. So you had to work all three shifts throughout the month. He actually looked forward to seeing you now. Whether it was just a few minutes or just a glance.

He wanted so badly to talk to you. Hear that pretty laugh of yours again. But he never got the chance too. That was until the company Christmas party. The only reason Eddie even went was because he heard you go every year. So while in the dance hall in a lodge he and his uncle headed to the open bar and got 2 beers and grabbed some food. Normally Eddie would sit at home and eat a microwave dinner and watch whatever Christmas movie was on. But tonight was really fun. All the games and conversations were something he wasn't quite used to. He kept an eye out on the door waiting to see you come in. He was finally gonna see you without all your gear and he knew you would be just as pretty as your laugh.

But you didn't come. He was very disappointed and decided to go out and have a cigarette. The moment he stepped outside he saw someone sitting on a bench just off to the side. All he could really make out was her long hair in a beanie and that she was smoking.

He slowly walked towards the bench and saw you. You were looking at the lights just across the little tree brush. Your full lip wrapped around your cigarette. Slowly blowing the smoke out and humming a Christmas carol.

Eddie stepped on some snow causing a crunching sound that made you turn to him. You gave his this beautiful smile and his heart skipped a beat.

" Hi."

"H-Hey." He said nervously.

"Eddie right?"

" Y-yeah."

You looked away and smiled softly.

" You're umm y/n right?"

" Uh huh." You said taking a last toke of your cigarette and tossing the butt.

Eddie had forgotten why he went outside in the first place.

" How are things in there?" You asked while getting up.

" Umm okay. They should be passing out presents soon."

" Oh. Okay." You said walking past him.

The smell of your perfume invaded his nostrils. You smelled so sweet. He stood there frozen. He was cursing himself for being so damn shy.

"You coming?"

Eddie turned and saw that beautiful smile again.

" Uhh yeah." He said following you back in.

You went to a table that he and his uncle were at. You took off your beanie and your peacoat. Revealing a long sleeve black velvet dress that fitted you perfectly. The sight of you could have brought Eddie to his knees. Just as he thought.

Fucking gorgeous!

You noticed him gawking at you and you just grinned sitting down. He quickly took the seat next to you and smirked. He offered to get you a drink needing one himself. He grabbed another beer and a coke for you. He thought it was strange that you didn't want to drink at a party but he shrugged it off.

You guys hit it off pretty well. The moment you said that you liked his Dio vest he knew he liked you. The fact that you knew who Dio was had him swooning.

You crossed your legs and your dress rode up a bit. He caught a glimpse of your knee tattoo before you pulled your dress down. His mind went berserk. He knew how much a knee tattoo hurt and he was in fucking aww. He had to adjust himself because his growing erection was starting to push against his zipper, making his pants tight.

Looks good dressed up too.

Check.

As the night went on some guys got a bit rody. You had gotten up to get some desserts when a guy from the maintenance department stumbled toward you. By your body language you didn't like what he was saying to you. You took a few steps back but he kept inching toward you. Eddie stood up to go to your rescue but Wayne grabbed his arm and pulled him back down.

" Sit down son. Just watch. She can handle herself."

Eddie was confused as fuck. You needed help.

He looked back at you and saw you actually take a step closer to the guy and then put your hand on his shoulder. With one quick movement you kneed him right in the balls. You took a step back as he keeled over. You lifted his chin and Eddie heard him call you a cunt. Eddie's mouth dropped when you laid that guy the fuck out.

CHECK, CHECK. MOTHER FUCKIN' CHECK!

You came back to the table shaking your hand and sat down next to him.

" Cookie?" You offered up a plate.

He laughed taking one. " You're bad ass you know that?"

You shrugged and laughed too.

You shared your cookies with him and his uncle.

" so umm" you leaned in so that only he could hear you. " Want to get out of here?"

" Uhh y-yeah. Sure."

You smiled and stood up. He got up too and helped you with your coat. He turned to Wayne.

" Hey. You think you can get home alright?"

" Don't worry about me boy. Go have fun. Be safe."

Eddie nodded and turned back to you.

" Ready?"

He grinned. " Been ready babe."

You shook your head and he followed you out.

...

Eddie's groans filled the warm air of your living room.

" Fuck!" He groaned as you giggled.

" You're really bad at this." You teased.

" Well seems like you had more practice than me." He chuckled.

" Just a little." You said with a smile.

You move to get a bit more to get comfortable. Eddie watch you get really into it. But when it was his turn he cursed.

He threw the controller down and sunk into the couch when his character died once again.

You snickered going for the last cherry on the screen.

When the next level started you paused the game.

" You know when you said let's get out of here, this is not what I thought you had in mind."

You laughed again turning your body toward him.

" Oh? And what about Mrs pac man doesn't get you going?" You teased.

He chuckled" Yeah. I thought maybe....I don't know."

" you thought we'd have sex."

" Well umm yeah. But don't get me wrong. This was totally fun too."

" Huh. Well you kinda have to take me out a few times before we get to all that."

Eddie tugged at his bottom lip. You wanted to go out on a date? With him?

" Or not. It's totally up to you. But I gotta say. I'm not like that."

" No. No. I umm I just didn't know that you were into me. That's all."

" Well take me out and you'll find out how much." You gave him a sweet seductive smile.

He chuckled. " You're something else you know that?"

Your smile faded. " I hope that's not a bad thing."

" No. It's mostly definitely not. You're cute. And I would like to take you out."

He saw you blush then picked up the controller again. He grabbed the other one too.

He had to admit that this was the best Christmas he had ever had. And he looked forward to spending more nights like this with you.

...

@salenorona23

[angelplummie]

Okay so like for starterssssss, I love getting represented as a chubby gal 🥺🥺 so I love you for writing that last Oikawa imagineeeee 😩😩😩

Soooo, I was wondering if I could request a plus size reader that really likes Kuroo, (and he’s like a super cliché bad boy🤰🏽) but he’s too embarrassed to be seen with Y/n. So she starts to hit on his friend or try to make him jealous. (I want you to add your own little idea here! But likeee, make her a baddie 😘😘)

Thanks baby 😚

HE’S A SCUMBAG DON’T YOU KNOW

KUROO X CHUBBY F!READER

Angsty?? kinda, a pinch of suggestive stuff

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post girlboss was referring to

a/n:i decided to go for emo / anger issues / definitely has punched a hole in his wall kuroo, just cuz i love writing losers, and i love seeing grown men cry. reader is like 20/21 just like college age yk, kuroo is 23 as stated in fic. p.s where my artic monkey hoes at

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex n specific sexual acts, suggestive stuff, uhhh bad boy but he’s not a (bad boy) he’s just a (bad) (boy) he’s just no good, like no fr never date guys like this, he may SEEM COOL and give you the dick but girl you will be so embarrassed once u realised u gave up the kitty for a man that genuinely believes tame impala and mac demarco are unheard of and calls himself an empath even though he’s mean to his mum every time she comes over to help with the laundry and has manipulated every girl he’s ever been in the vicinity of but i digress! on with the story!

“Kuroo-!” you yelped in surprised, bed bouncing beneath you. The second he had thrown you down, he ripped off his shirt and made a noise of frustration when he couldn’t shed his skinny jeans fast enough. Brows furrowed, he began hopping furiously to yank them off.

You laughed, much to his annoyance.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself if you keep up with that. What’s the rush?”

He sighed, and carefully pulled them off his ankles. Standing up straight, he seemed to have composed himself, with that cocky smirk on his rugged face. Your eyes trailed down his lean, long body. It was all you could do not to scream, he was so gorgeous. He took a few sweeping steps to where you lay, and got right on top of you, hands either side of your head. His eyes bore into you, it made you squirm internally, not that you would ever admit it.

“Just want you so bad, kitten.”

You barked out a laugh as if your heart didn’t jolt at his stupid pet name. It was such a stupid name, but coming from him it made you melt. Again, not like you’d ever admit it.

“Ew, Tetsu don’t call me kitten, it’s cr-“

He cut you off by leaning down and kissing you, you could feel his snake bites against your bottom lip. He groaned softly, shoving his tongue down your throat. He tasted like his sour apple vape, and his hair was soft when you ran your fingers through it. You could barely contain your butterflies, eyes squeezed closed.

“Come on babe, you know you like it.”

No matter how many times you and Kuroo hung out, it always felt so fresh. Maybe it was because he was exciting, or because he was a little bit wild, you didn’t know.

He leaned down closer to you, getting on his elbows, deepening the kiss. He pulled away and smirked at your breathlessness. With a slender, ring adorned hand, he reached beneath your top and cupped your tits over your bra. He gave them a sharp squeeze and started placing chaste kisses on your neck. He was considerate like that, didn’t leave hickeys because he knew they’d be hard to cover for you. He groaned as he jiggled the fat of your boobs in his hands,

“God, you have the nicest tits, babe.”

You had been dating for nearly 3 months now, if that was what it was. To be honest, you weren’t really sure what you were. You hang out all the time at his or your place, there was rarely a time when you didn’t have an ache between your legs, one way or another. He didn’t really take you on ‘dates’ but chatting to him was fun in itself, you didn’t need to go out to do that. He didn’t necessarily say romantic stuff either... but he didn’t not say romantic stuff either? He beat up your ex at a party one time! That had to mean something right? He exactly wouldn’t tell you how he felt but he showed you, kissing your cheek or tilting your chin up to look at him or kissing your neck or feeling you up. But that usually led to sex, so you couldn’t be certain. It wasn’t like you only screwed though, you watched your favourite movies together... although the last couple times he just started fingering you. You showed him your playlists? No no, he showed you his playlists, his sex playlists. There seemed to be a common theme here. But... there were times, afterwards, when he would pull in you so tight, tell you how good you were for him, how well you did, how pretty you looked. Any doubts you had were gone after a few hushed words on his tobacco reeking rickety old bed. You’d never really had a relationship like this before, but you assumed it was just because Kuroo was so chill. You were probably boyfriend and girlfriend, he just didn’t feel the need to announce it, he was laidback like that. So what if you guys had a lot of sex? Weren’t you a new couple? Wasn’t this just the honeymoon stage were you can’t get your hands off each other? You didn’t want to seem high maintenance and nag, so you let it be. He was sweet enough to you, right now everything was good.

Until it wasn’t.

A clatter sounded downstairs, the door slamming open against the hallway wall.

“Kuroo! Hey man, I brought some California!”, a voice called from bellow.

Kuroo broke away immediately, spit trailing from your neck to his pink lips.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” Kuroo mumbled, pushing off the bed and scrambling the pick up his discarded clothes and shove them back on.

You sat up, disgruntled, rearranging your bra strap from were he’d kneaded at it.

“What’s wrong? Who is that?”

He shot you a glance before continuing to yank back on his jeans.

“Uh, so change of plan, I can’t do tonight. I need you to go home. Discreetly.”

What?

“What? Tetsu, I’m already here,” you scoffed.

What was going on?

Why was he acting like this?

You had never seen him so... frantic.

“I know babe, and I’m really sorry about that, but my friends are here early than I said.”

“So? Can’t I meet your friends?”

He didn’t reply for a moment, just let out an exasperated breath, zipping up his fly.

“Well, yeah you can meet them, just not with me. I don’t want them knowing that I-“

He cut himself off, but you had heard enough to understand.

There was a beat of silence, only disturbed by Kuroo’s friends calling for him.

Your mouth hung open, and you scoffed in shock.

You shouldn’t be surprised really. It’s so obvious now that you think about it. So that’s what this was. That explains everything. He didn’t really like you, he was just using you. That’s why he didn’t take you anywhere, or why he didn’t show you he cared. It was because he didn’t. He wasn’t “afraid of getting close to people” or “emotionally distant”, he was just upfront about not giving two shits about you aside from your vagina. I guess he didn’t want his friends to know he was furiously screwing a fat girl any chance he got. He was embarrassed of you. You were something to be ashamed of. Your stomach jerked as you got to your feet. You were pissed, but that didn’t mean it didn’t really hurt. You had liked him. A lot.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You could see the panic in his eyes, it was quite funny actually. Of course you new what it meant, but it still made you feel a little better to watch his eyes widen like that, to hold a shred of power over him.

“I mean- well I didn’t- come on babe you know I didn’t mean it like that-“ he laughed nervously, not noticing the footsteps in the landing. You rolled your eyes. You may have been naive, but you certainly weren’t going to fall for his shit again. Whatever he spouted.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. Just say it, your embarrassed of me.”

“Y/N, please, don’t you think-“

Two men burst through the door, one with spiked grey hair and one with fluffy black hair.

“Kuroo! What the hell are you doing up here we’ve been-“ the grey haired one, stopped when his eyes went from a shirtless Kuroo to you.

Your eyes flickered to Kuroo, he looked mortified.

“Ah. I see. Well, Akaashi, we better give these two some time, we can just-“

“Oh no, I was just leaving,” you grabbed your jacket from on top of his chest of drawers and turned back to the two men, putting on a big smile, adrenaline and fury spurring you on.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.”

Your eyes shot to Kuroo, who looking like get was about to shit himself.

“You probably haven’t heard of me, me and Kuroo have actually been having sex for three months. He kept it a secret because he’s embarrassed of me. We should hang out soon though!”

“Y/N-!” Kuroo yelled, exasperation clear in his tone, but you were already descending the stairs.

He came into the hall, hands rubbing his temples.

“Y/N just come talk for a second, I can-“

But he was cut off by the door slamming.

You got in your car parked outside and sped away.

The whir of the engine and the monotony of the roads cleared your mind a bit, a mist of anger still remaining.

You can’t believe you let yourself be tricked. you were a fully grown woman, but you had been reeled in hook, line and sinker. Not only had you been reeled in, you have been reeled in by a man that still had tik tok LED lights in his room and a fucking monster can collection at the age of 24 fucking years old. The more you thought about him, the more you realised how much of an emo loser he was. Of course you were still hurting, but it was more of the angry hurt you feel when it turns out your crush is homophobic or something (been there done that, don’t ask). He was a waste of oxygen, you had decided by the time you made it back to your apartment. A waste of perfectly good space that could most definitely not get the kitty anymore. You got inside your house, pulled on some comfies and got on facetime with your friends.You told them all about what happened, and they passionately bitched about him with you, confirming your suspicion that they never liked him in the first place. They also told you to forget about his existence, he wasn’t worth a slither of your brain power, he was dirt compared to you. All in all, you felt marginally better, saying goodbye to your friends while they still giggled about how stupid Kuroo’s hair was.

This was just a speed bump, you thought as you tucked yourself into bed, you would get over this.

Fast.

“Who’s Bokuto been talking to all night?” Yamamoto leaned over to ask Lev, shouting over the blaring music.

It was a week after you had thrown Kuroo to the curb, and he was out with a couple of volleyball friends, some from Nekoma, but there was also Bokuto with them.

“I’m not sure. I think it’s Y/N something? She’s in class. She’s pretty chill.”

Kuroo’s ears perked up, and he turned around to face his friends up against the bar.

“Bokuto’s talking to who?” he said through gritted teeth.

“Y/N. She goes to my-“

“I know who Y/N is,” kuroo snapped, taking a swig of the beer in his hand and scanning the dance floor for either one of you. He found bokuto first, shoulder against the wall, holding a drink as he leant down to have you whisper something in his ear. That’s when Kuroo paid attention to you. You looked... you looked gorgeous. He felt jealousy creep up inside him. How many times had you been out looking like that since you broke things off? How many guys had you slept with since? How dare Bokuto chat you up when he knew you two had been a thing? Wasn’t he meant to be Kuroo’s friend? As Kuroo wound himself up, you and bokuto continued your extremely pleasant conversation.

“I just wanna say, sorry about Kuroo. He’s a real bonehead, but we’ve been friends since high school so I can’t ditch him.”

You snorted into your cocktail.

“What?”

“Bonehead?”

He frowned and straightened up indignantly.

“Yeah, and? What’s wrong with bonehead?”

“No no, nothing, it’s just very Legally Blonde.”

He beamed down at you.

“I love Legally Blonde!”

“You do? Me too!”

This big beefy man was very cute, you had been talking for nearly three hours now, but you never ran out of things to say. And, aside from the obligatory introduction compliments, he had not made any move to try and get you into a wendy’s bathroom as quick as possible, which you couldn’t say of yours and kuroo’s first meeting.

He had dreamy eyes, you noted as he smiled for the nth time that night.

“Whose your favourite-?”

“What the fuck are you doing man?”

You glanced scathingly over to the familiar face of your old fling.

“What?” Bokuto asked back, clearly done with his friends bad boy shtick.

“Why are you talking to her when... when you know?”

“What’s there to know? I’m talking to her because I want to, and she wants to.”

He looked over to you for approval.

“Right?”

You nodded, a little nervous. You hated Kuroo’s guts, but you knew how weirdly possessive he was, you didn’t wanna cause trouble for Bokuto.

“See? Now I don’t think she wants to see you, right?”

He looked at you again. You nodded again.

“Ok? You guys are over, now are we done?”

Kuroo huffed. His eyes flitted from Bokuto to you, remembering you were there most likely, and he scowled.

“No, we aren’t done, what are you trying to pull anyway? Trying to piss me off by talking to someone I know? Are you really that petty? Well, your little plan is working, so just-just stop, ok?”

You felt like screaming. You had just come out here to have a nice time, not listen to Kuroo’s narcissistic whining.

“Can you just fuck off? Was I not clear enough or something? You’re dead to me, Kuroo. I’m just trying to have a nice night.”

Kuroo’s mouth gaped open. He had never been spoken to like that, never. He clenched his fists at his sides and his glare intensified.

“You’re lucky I gave you the time of day, fat ugly slut.”

He grabbed Bokuto’s shoulder roughly, turning him to face him completely.

“Hey man, thanks for clearing up my sloppy seconds, really good of you. Good to know I’ve got great friends like you.”

Those were the last things out of Kuroo’s mouth before bokuto landed a punch on his cheek, knocking him to the ground.

“You’re a fucking asshole man,” Bokuto grunted.

He stepped over where Kuroo lay, and held out a hand for you to step over too. You took it quietly and trailed along behind him to the door, fingers still locked. His hands were warm, and big. Kuroo’s face must hurt right now. The thought made you smile. He held the door open for you before sighing, resting his back against the wall. You stood in front of him, twiddling with your fingers.

“I am so sorry about that,” You apologised, embarrassed and shaken by the scene Kuroo had made, “I shouldn’t have wound him up, and I shouldn’t have talked to you after I knew you guys were friends, I promise I didn’t mean to start anything.”

“Don’t be, if anything I’m sorry for not making him leave right away. And either way,” he gently reached for your hand again, and you let him take it,”I’m glad you talked to me. I’d like it if you talked to me even more.”

DISCLAIMER FOR KUROO STANS!!!! I DONT THINK HIS HAIR IS STUPID!!! it’s just when ur bestie is going thru a break up or anything entailing a male you shit talk everything about him to high hell, doesn’t matter if he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. also i have no ill will towards kuroo nor any of the characters i write shit bag fan fics about i just like to complain any way i hope you enjoyed! reblogs and replies always appreciated!!!

[miscelunaaa]

give yourself a try: epilogue | myg

pairing: yoongi x plus-sized reader

genre: colleagues to lovers, coffee shop au, some angst and fluff, smut

summary: The morning after you and Yoongi confess, one thing leads to another, and the two of you are faced with an important question.

rating: 18+ for explicit content

word count: 3.7k

warnings: Yoongi’s POV. Swearing. Filth with feelings. Soft mornings. Fingering. Unprotected sex in an established (?) relationship. Desecration of a couch. Use of pet name. Daddy kink (sorry? kind of not really). Unorthodox marking. Depiction of stretch marks on a soft body, and maybe some self indulgent wording around that (ope). Cum eating. Oral, female receiving. Lots of mid-coitus conversation about likes and dislikes. Clit biting I guess but it’s very mild, just like a teeny nip. Conversations about defining the relationship.

notes: Oops? My hand slipped??? I didn’t expect to revisit these two so soon, but here we are. I’ve written a lot of smut (most of it’s in an unpubbed wip), but this may be the filthiest yet, personally. Once things started happening I got a bit carried away and well, these two continue to be perfect for each other. I acknowledge that this is not everyone’s cup of tea, and I get that. But I also think I managed to keep this approachable and kept it from becoming too cartoonish. If you’re new around here, none of the following fic is going to make sense unless you’ve read Give Yourself a Try first, so if you haven’t read it, you should! I’m quite proud of it, to be honest. The process, however, was so intense that it’s left me a little burnt out after writing it. Baby steps! In the mean time, thank you for reading :)

notes 2: okay so … I don’t know who needs to hear this, but this story isn’t just for people with soft bodies. No part of Give Yourself a Try is. It’s important to me and many folks to have this representation in a literal way, but it’s also for anyone who’s got stretch marks, it’s for anyone who has days where they struggle with loving their body, etc. I want people to read these stories and these experiences. I want people to see themselves represented, and I think these stories, and stories in general, make us feel less alone. At the very least, that’s what they do for me, and that’s why I write them. Anyway, I’m just kind of talking to air about this shit half the time, so if you’ve made it this far, thank you. So much.

Happy reading!

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part 2 | series masterlist | read on ao3

“So um, bad news.”

“You were gone for a half an hour. How could you have bad news?”

“Well, they know.”

“What do you mean? Who knows what?” Yoongi hands you your coffee as you ask your questions. You’re sitting on your couch, a blanket thrown over your bare legs. There’s a record on. The 1975; your favorite, he’s learned.

“Your staff all know that I slept over.”

“I told you that would happen! I warned you!”

“How was I supposed to know that they really would recognize your clothes? I’ve only seen you wear sweatpants once!” He sits down next to you, pulling the edge of the blanket over his own lap as he settles in.

“I mean, that’s your fault.”

“I like your legs and I like how soft your skin feels. Am I supposed to apologize for stealing your pants?” He brushes his finger tips over your thigh. You bite your lip, your eyes widening just slightly. Fuck, you’re so cute.

“I … no.”

“And you’re the one who got my own pants dirty, so who’s really at fault here?”

He watches as you fight a smile, your lip twisting. Yoongi’s determined to make you break.

“I offered to throw them in the wash,” you mutter through gritted teeth.

“Mmm yeah, but that required you leaving the bed.”

“Couldn’t have that, now, could we?”

“No. No we couldn’t.” He’s stroking your leg now, watching as you shift underneath the blanket. The heat is beginning to come off of you in waves. It’s so cute to watch you try to play it cool, but the slight shake in your hands as you continue to raise your coffee cup to your lips betrays you.

“Babe, are you alright? You feel a bit hot,” he teases. It’s when you meet his gaze that he really begins to feel just how turned on you are by his small touches. Fuck. Are you angry or horny? Is there a difference? Does he care if there’s a difference?

“You’re interrupting my morning coffee. Do you think I’m alright?”

Both. It’s definitely both. Yoongi feels his cock twitch in his pants. All of his blood is rushing from his brain to his pelvis and holy shit, he could not care less. Your anger turns him into an absolute caveman; one million years of evolution down the drain for the sake of sex with you. Only you.

“It’s a cappuccino, babe. It’s not meant to be savored for too long.” He’s letting his hands wander higher and higher up your legs. He savors the way your breath catches in your throat as he brushes his fingers over the elastic edge of your underwear. Teasing you like this is as tortuous for him as it is for you and he loves how it feels.

“I ascribe to the idea that people can enjoy their coffee however they want.”

“You and I both know that’s a lie. I watched your nose wrinkle that one time that one asshole asked for almond milk in his gesha hand-pour.” His hand lets his wander up your body as he begins to press into your side. His hand moves underneath your sweater, exploring your flesh. His thumb brushes against one of your nipples and you suck in a breath.

“That was a private moment,” you breathe. “A lapse in my professionalism. We don’t even have—” Yoongi pinches the peak, and the words stop for a moment, before you shakily resume. “Almond milk. We don’t have almond milk.”

“Mm. I like watching you in your private moments. And you like it too, as we learned last night.” He releases you and begins to rub at your breast greedily as he presses his lips to your neck.

“Was that the second or third time?” He hears a small tap as you set your coffee cup down. It sounds empty.

“I lost track,” he murmurs into your neck between licks and sucks.

“Hey, Yoongi …”

“Yeah?”

“Are you going to fuck me or what?”

“Mm. So needy for me,” he purrs. “You’ve got to ask nicely to get what you want.”

“Ugh, god, yes, fine, I need you, I need you inside me, I needed it five minutes ago. Stop teasing and fuck me.” You take a handful of his shirt and pull him to your face, your lips attaching to his. His cock twitches again as you nip at his lower lip, trying to entice him. Such a nice way to ask, if he’s being honest.

Yoongi shoves his hand past the waistband of your underwear and begins to caress your mound, slipping into your folds to press the pads of his fingers into your clit. You whine into his neck as he starts to move them in circles.

“So swollen already, so wet for me,” he says, his lips brushing against yours.

“What makes you think it’s you?” You gasp. You can claim that it’s not him, just your body reacting as it should, but you both know that something about your connection makes it more intense for both of you.

“I love that you’ve come out of your shell for me, babe. Talking back to me like that,” he says. His fingers are beginning to tease at your entrance, and you respond by starting to move your hips, in hopes of catching his fingers. He can’t help but laugh: “So eager.”

“Yoongi if you don’t put something inside me I’m going to—” Your mouth forms a silent scream as he suddenly thrusts two fingers inside you.

“Mm, what was that, babe?”

“F-fuck you.”

“In a minute, I want to do this first.”

It’s still mind blowing to him how tight you feel around anything he puts inside you. Yoongi can hardly understand it. He knows this train of thought is very literal; any time any part of him is inside you, feeling you squeeze around him, all thoughts go from “fuck you’re so tight” to just “fuck” over and over again. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

You’re writhing against him as he drags his fingers against your front wall. Your moans taste sweet on his lips. He lets the base of his palm start applying pressure to your clit, making your whole body tense up. The extra layer of sensation leaves you breathless. Actions speak louder than words, however, and Yoongi chokes back a groan when he feels your hand brush against his erection.

“S-shit.” He can’t help the twitch of his cock, nor the way his hips tense with the intent to thrust and grind into your palm. It hits him that these are your pants, and not his, and he’s likely leaking pre-cum all over them.

“Not so bold now, are we?” Your voice, fuck, your voice is so high and airy right now. Fuck, you’re so goddamn hot. As he moans into your neck, he feels you clench around his fingers.

Good fucking god.

“Gonna make me ruin your pants just like you make me ruin mine? You like me ruining clothes for you?” It almost hurts to talk. His voice is so utterly low, and he’s so incredibly aroused; he’s surprised the words are even cogent.

“Wouldn’t ruin them if you just took them off.” Your hand trails up to slip down under the waistband. With ease, you wrap your fingers around him and stroke once. You give him a fucked out smile. “Naughty. Not wearing any underwear. Couldn’t wait to fuck me that bad, huh?”

Yoongi can’t take the teasing anymore. He needs to be inside you, to sink into your cunt so quickly that the squeeze almost hurts. He slips off the couch to his knees, and starts pulling at your hips. You take the hint, and in an instant, your knees are on the floor too, your ass presented to him.

He snaps the elastic edging of your underwear against your skin before pulling the gusset to the side. His fingers brush against your folds once more, and you arch your back into the feeling with a whine.

“Don’t tease me, damn it.”

“I’m going to do what I want, babe, and you’re going to fucking take it,” he says darkly, pressing a finger to your clit. Your hips buck at the pressure before you gain control over yourself again. He growls again: “What are you going to do?”

“Take it,” you repeat back, throwing a smoldering, simpering look over your shoulder.

All of this teasing has Yoongi wound up so tight that he’s a afraid he won’t last long once he’s inside you. For a moment, he considers trying to finger you more. It’s when you whine his name that he realizes you want him inside you just as much as he wants it.

“So whiny. You gonna take this cock like a good girl?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

Shit, that was stupid. He’s too lost in the moment. This is uncharted territory. Neither of you have talked about anything more than immediate likes and dislikes.

The words come from your lips just barely above a whisper: “Yes, daddy.”

Yoongi wants to explode. Fuck. He’s ready; he could coat your ass with cum right now with just a few strokes. This is too perfect. You’re too perfect. And you’re all his to spoil.

He pulls away his hand to start shuffling the waistband of the sweats down, letting his cock spring free. When his hands go back to your hips to start pushing your underwear down, you cast a glance over your shoulder.

You look upset.

“What’s wrong, baby girl?”

You swallow and blink, looking up at him through your eyelashes. “Was that weird? Do you want me to call you something else?”

“No, it’s perfect. Whatever you want to call me is perfect,” he murmurs as he caresses the flesh of your thighs, letting your underwear drop the rest of the way as you shift your weight from one knee to the other. “But I really liked it, for what it’s worth. I like that it came out of your mouth.”

This seems to placate you. Your thighs are squeezing together again. You’re squirming underneath his fingers as he grips your flesh, his palms skimming over the delicate, striated skin. He can even hear your breathing, shallow, almost labored, as if you’ve already begun to exert yourself. He palms himself a few times, but he doesn’t really need to. He’s so fucking hard already.

“Daddy’s ready for you, baby girl. You ready to take this cock?” The words come to him with ease, the slight role change effortless to step into.

“Yes, daddy,” you breathe, arching your back a little.

As he presses into you, he watches you keen. You’re so tight like this, the angle and position letting him bury his cock to the hilt. Taking you from behind while you’re calling him daddy … He would have never expected revealing his feelings for you and you doing the same to turn out like this. And he never would have expected to have found such a fitting match in you.

These thoughts fall to the ground like scattered paper, fluttering away as he starts to pound into you.

“Baby girl, your pussy’s so fucking tight for me. Feels so fucking good.” Your moan in response has him gripping you even tighter; he’s worried about leaving finger shaped bruises in your soft flesh. And yet, the thought that you’d carry the reminder of this moment with you for a day or two makes him feel even more aroused. His head swims and he feels himself grow even harder, somehow.

“Fuck, daddy, you feel so good inside me,” you cry, your words shaking in your throat as he rams his body into yours. Each of your moans sends him higher and higher.

Yoongi’s knuckles are beginning to hurt with the force of his grip, but he can’t make himself slow down. The smack of flesh on flesh is addictive, the hard floor beneath his knees forgotten through the haze of hormones pumping through every blood vessel he has.

Fuck, it’s happening so fast. Too fast.

“I’m—fuck—”

He can’t even get the words out before he’s cumming, spilling everything he has left within you. It’s as if the world falls away for a moment, all he can feel is the way your sweat mingles with his and the vague ringing in ears as he tries too find something to anchor himself to.

And that’s when he hears your still-labored breathing, feels your skin beneath his fingertips. The gentle ripples of your stretch marks, the soft delicate skin that grew with you, kept your body safe through its myriad changes. Yoongi opens his eyes. He didn’t realize he’d closed them. He sighs, letting his hand come up from your hip to graze over the dip where your spine lays. You turn your head to gaze at him over your shoulder.

“You didn’t cum,” he says as he pulls out of you. You whimper at the sudden empty feeling.

You bite your lip. “No, but it’s okay. It still felt good.”

Yoongi reaches for the hem of his shirt and takes it off so he can use it to wipe himself, but he pauses before taking it to you. His seed is already beginning to drip out over your folds.

“Flip over.”

“What?”

“I said flip over, Baby girl. Daddy’s not finished with you.”

Your eyes are wide as you do as he’s told, your breath catching as you settle back onto the couch. Yoongi wraps his arms around your thighs and tugs you forward so that your ass rests on the very edge. Your legs fall open naturally, and he eats in the view. You’re still wearing that sweater, and it drapes and twists over the contours of your body gracefully. Your eyes are huge, your surprise palpable. But you don’t try to close your legs as he runs a thumb over your center, feeling how wet you remain.

“Can I taste you?” He asks, meeting your gaze.

“I—are you sure? Won’t it taste like …”

Yoongi shrugs. “So? Doesn’t bother me, and we’re not done until you’ve cum all over me. I don’t care if it’s my face or my fingers or what but if it’s okay, I’ve love it to be my face.”

“Okay, but if you don’t like it—”

“Babe,” he squeezes your thigh with his hand. “Let me make you feel good. If I didn’t want to do something, I wouldn’t offer.”

You let out a soft sigh. “Okay. Eat me out, please. Daddy.” The last word seems tacked on, but the glint in your eye tells him that you’re trying to get back into the moment, just like he is. He can’t help but smile.

Yoongi lets his head fall to take a lick at your exposed cunt, the slip of his own seed beneath his tongue making the act seem somehow lascivious. And then lick after lick, you slowly loosen up beneath him, letting your cries and moans ring through your apartment. Even though you haven’t had an orgasm yet, you’re so sensitive and hot against his mouth.

“Fuck. Oh my god.” You’re shaking after an especially good suck, one where he let his teeth just barely graze over your clit. He lets his hands snake around your legs and up underneath your sweater. He takes your nipples in his fingers and begins to pinch, pulling another sweet moan from your lips.

“So good for daddy, letting him know how good he’s making you feel,” Yoongi purrs into you between swipes with his tongue.

“Daddy, I’m close.” Your hands are in his hair now. So close already, and all for him. He can hardly believe how perfect you are for him. Finally, he begins to fuck you with his tongue, reaching as deep inside you as he can, letting his nose rub against your clit. Your hips are beginning to rut onto his face, your pants and moans erratic. You’re so close, he can feel it. It’s almost intuitive at this point.

“Cum for daddy, baby girl. Cum all over my face.”

It’s like his words cut the string and suddenly your entire body thrums underneath him as the string falls away. You cry out as the high takes you. Yoongi gently nuzzles and licks you through it, before drawing away as you go limp and loose in his arms. Your hands releasing his hair as you let them fall to the side.

“That sounded intense.”

For a moment you’re breathless, and then finally, you nod. “It was.”

“It was really hot though. Give me a couple of minutes and I might be ready to go again.” At this, a weak smile stretches across your face. You reach for him, and he settles in between your legs, his bare chest fitting against your clothed one. This might be his favorite part: basking in the haze of your orgasms together.

“Thank you,” you finally say, your breath making his scalp tickle.

“Of course, baby girl,” he says, pulling away from the hug to give you a kiss. It’s soft, none of the bite of earlier. Just a kiss to show each other that you’re still here, in the moment. “We should get clean and cuddle in bed, though.”

“Mm,” you agree, still looking a little dazed and boneless. He watches as you sit up carefully, taking care not to get anything on the couch. As the moments pass, you start looking a little more alert.

“So um, about calling you daddy …” You look away and bite your lip, fidgeting with the hem of your sweater. “I’m sorry. I should’ve asked you first.”

Yoongi watches your body language as you speak, and he doesn’t like what he sees.

“Babe, you don’t need to apologize. I don’t think it’s weird, and I liked hearing it from you. It made me feel—“ he stops, unsure of how to continue “—like you trust me? It’s hard to describe.”

Your posture is still tense, your mouth getting chewed up from you biting it. You’re looking more and more upset with each passing moment and he hates that he’s not sure what’s wrong.

“I just,” you finally say, with trembling lips. “I just don’t want you to get bored with me. I guess. I’m pretty vanilla. That’s as wild as it gets for me, and well, I’ve blown it already. I’ve given up the secret. There’s nothing else left to keep things interesting.”

Yoongi reaches forward and extricates your hands from your sweater, taking them in his. “Babe, you know I don’t care about just sex, right? You’re more than someone I can fuck. You’re so much more than that.”

“I know. I know that. But—”

There are tears shining in your eyes now as you continue to avoid his gaze. The words are on the tip of your tongue, he can see you trying to say what you’re thinking but something is holding you back. You take a deep breath to steady yourself. You look him in the eye.

“What if it’s not enough?”

Yoongi sits with your words. He lets them settle into his mind, his heart, but you continue before he can respond.

“What if I’m not enough, Yoongi? What if this is as good as it gets? What if I can’t make this stay good like this? What if I—” You stop suddenly, choking up as you get overwhelmed by the thoughts that have to be racing in your head.

“Hey, hey,” Yoongi says, reaching forward to take you into his arms, “Shhh, it’s okay, I’m right here.”

“What if this is as good as it gets? This isn’t enough for us to be able to keep going.”

He can feel his heart beginning to sink, weighed down by your doubts. You’re not wrong. You’re still at the beginning of all of this, and he agrees, sex is not enough to sustain a relationship. For a moment, he lets you cry, soothing you with soft touches as he decides how to phrase what he wants to say.

“You want to know why I kept pining for you after all these months?” he finally asks.

“Really good jeans.”

“I mean, yeah, fine. Those piqued my interest, but that’s not what kept me coming back.”

“Okay? What did?”

“The way you take care of people. The way you make sure you care for your staff and the people who let themselves be vulnerable with you. It’s not just sex for me, babe. It’s you being you as well.”

You sigh into a laugh, wiping tears from your eyes. “Okay, well, I’m just here for your ass, I guess.” The smile you give him tells him you’re being difficult, but you continue before he can protest. “I also like your quiet grace, and the way you make me feel important, and the way you are careful to make sure you explain things in words we can understand. You meet people where they are, and gently try to lift them up.”

For a moment, neither you or Yoongi speak. He’s holding your hand again.

“What are you feeling right now?” he asks, keeping his voice quiet.

“A lot. I’m scared, I think. I’m scared and nervous that we’re doomed before we even really got started. I really like you. More than I realized. I don’t want to fuck this up.”

“I think that’s okay to feel. It’s been a lot. It’s all a lot. I’m feeling it too. Like, what do we do when we go to work tomorrow? What do we do when we live thirty minutes apart? It’s a lot but …” He pauses. He wants to make sure he uses his words well. “I think we work well together so far, and I really want to try this out. I think we can work. I really do.”

“Okay.” You’re tracing the veins on the back of his hand with the tip of your finger. Finally, you look up at him to meet his gaze. “Okay. I trust you. I want this to work too. I want to do this with you.”

Yoongi can’t help but smile. “Okay. Then it’s a plan. We’re doing this.”

“Yeah,” you smile back, “It’s happening. We can do this.”

He squeezes your hand. “Together.”

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posted: 3.19.2022

[thisisarcanereverie]

Knight (Dark! Moon Knight x Reader)

hey this is part 2 to "Pawn", this series is going to be a dark fic so BE WARNED THIS IS DARK AS SHIT AND ANGSTY AS FUCK!

the series will be known as Knights and Pawns.

MINORS DNI, NOT FOR YOU SHOO!

You roused to the smell of wet earth and the radio crackling faintly. An overall mellow song filled your room, you reached to the other size of the bed instinctively, however you were only met with the faintest sense of warmth as your eyes trace their indent on your bed. You bury your face in their pillow, the smell of their shampoo filled your senses and a small smile graced your features. 

You groaned as you stretched and got out of the bed, by far the softest bed you’ve slept in. You actually couldn’t for a while, but now, it was comforting. You grabbed your pale blue housecoat and tied it loosely around your waist as you made your way to the window, watching the rain gently stream down your window pane. 

It was hard to believe it’s been three years since you’ve started this life, away from everything you once held so dear to you. 

You can’t help but miss him sometimes. 

Marc had been your friend since you could remember, when life got tough you were each other's cornerstone. He was also your first love, he held your hand and kissed your forehead. Then Steven and Jake came along and you couldn’t help but love them as well. 

Marc was your friend before he became this. 

You missed Layla too, her smiles and the way during the nights when Marc didn’t come home until late, you both would have movie nights. Popcorn, candy, and trash movies that Marc hated watching. By the middle of the movie the tv would be turned down and it just turned into a chatting session. You regret not telling her goodbye, you wouldn’t blame her if she was pissed off. 

You worried occasionally, that this piece of happiness you worked so hard to have and hold would be ripped away from you from the one person who put a smile on your face everyday. 

Steven and Jake kept their word, they’ve held Marc back. You smiled thinking about them. 

Your boys. 

You were brought out of your thoughts by a pair of lips against your temple, the familiar scent of fresh cut grass and brown sugar relaxes your body. 

“Good morning lovely,” He whispered against your temple as he placed your cup of iced coffee in your hands. You get sick when you drink hot coffee, so you smile as you notice he remembers such a small detail every morning. 

“Good morning to you too, handsome,” You said as you looked into his amber eyes. You met about a year after you initially left Marc, it started off as a few dates, then a few dates turned into this. 

“What were you thinking about?”

“Just morning thoughts Alec,” you assured before you kissed his lips, he tasted of chocolate and just something uniquely him. 

“Do these thoughts have something to do with the ring on your left finger,” he asked gently, “we can push the date back if you're having doubts, love.” 

“Not a chance,” you said, “like it or not in a few days you’re shackled with me the rest of your life.” you gently kissed him again. 

“Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?” You laughed and kissed again. Leaning your head against his for a moment, enjoying this. 

“What time is it?” you asked. 

“About time we start the typical 9 to 5.” he said before kissing you one last time before slipping away. You always did love to watch him walk away in some sort of cheap appreciation. 

You sighed as you drank bits of your coffee here and there while you got ready for your job as an analyst at SWORD. After hearing of your departure from Moon Knight, they offered you a job straight away. You requested not to be put in the field directly if they could help it, wanting to put the life of violence away for the rest of your days. 

You typically wore dress pants, however, you felt in the mood to dress up a bit so a knee length pencil skirt was with a green button down blouse. You placed light makeup on, earrings, and your hair in a semi stylish ponytail. You looked well put together, felt like it too, it was a goddamn trip. You never thought you would get here, a normal life, a typical nine to five job, a home, the beginnings of a family. 

You grabbed your trench coat and kissed your fiance goodbye. You don’t know why but you felt particularly grateful for the life you have today. 

—

It was break time already, and typically when your break started is when night shift started coming in to start theirs. You were pretty close to some of them so you decided to grab a few coffee’s while out and about for an hour for them. 

You knew a cool, hole in the wall, cafe’s where they made pretty decent coffee at a decent price. 

Seriously with inflation the way it is, cafe’s like this were life savers. 

After you ordered four coffee’s and a sandwich for you, you glanced around, people watching. 

This place was typically for couples or meet ups. There were about two couples here and one person alone, hidden behind the screen of a laptop. The couples seemed happy, if not a little awkward. However, what weirded you out a little was the person whose face was obscured, you couldn’t get a vibe off of him. A blank slate and that puts you off. You were brought out of your hyper focused state by the person behind you with your order. You thanked her and even gave her a small tip. 

You made your way out of the shop and back onto the streets of the city. For some reason your senses were sharper now, your pulse was racing, and you were seventy percent sure that someone was following you. You waited for about a block before you decided yeah, there was someone following you in broad daylight. You looked for a thick and full crowd and luckily, the afternoon lunch rush was coming in. You took advantage of the obnoxiously large and dense crowd to disappear, despite the cold you took your trench coat off and took your hair out of the ponytail. It wasn’t much but you knew from experience that even a slight change of appearance, especially in a crowd would be to your advantage. 

You breathed a sigh of relief as the stress in your body released ever so slightly. Feeling the ominous presence fade. When you reached SWORD and gave everyone their coffee you were nearly convinced you had just made the situation up, PTSD playing tricks on your mind. 

That was until there was a ding on your phone. 

“Darcy’s Bar after work”

At first you think it was a wrong number. 

“Don’t be late (Y/n)”

Shit. 

—

You could barely focus on your work the rest of the day, the pit in your stomach was as heavy as lead and your leg refused to stay still. Your mind raced, someone followed you in broad daylight and knew your number. You raked your brain for people who would have the gall or motive to do this to you. 

You knew the answer. 

You just didn’t want to admit it. 

You gathered your stuff once your shift was over, called Alec to let him know you would be home a little later than usual today and called over a taxi to take you to the bar. Once there you immediately wanted to turn and run, but you knew if you did he would find you. You can only assume he knew where you lived since he knew your number, and by now your schedule. You were sure of it. 

With a deep breath in you walked through the doors of the bars, it was classy, not anything too terribly fancy, but classy nonetheless. You walked over to the bar, You could easily see your reflection in the gloss of the wood. 

“What will you be having?”

“Just water.” 

“C’mon now don’t tell me you stopped drinking too.” 

Your blood froze, all of your muscle became stone and your bones turned to sand. Time may have passed, but that was still his voice. The Chicago accent tinged his Tenor voice lightly, endearingly. The smell of sand and old books filled your lungs. You didn’t even need to look at him to know who was beside you. 

“Marc.” 

“Long time no see Starlight.” 

“How did you find me?” You asked, still not looking at him, the bartender sets your class of water and a shot beside it. He muttered a ‘on the house’ before returning to his other duties. 

“Let’s go sit somewhere else,” Marc said, “somewhere you can’t look away.” It wasn’t a suggestion, you knew it wasn’t. You downed the shot beside your water before going to the booth in the corner. You didn’t speak a word to him the entire time, it wasn’t until he slid in on the other side of the booth that you saw him properly. His eyes were still the midnight color, matching his hair, only now there was a light peppering happening. Skin tanned and practically glowing underneath the ambient lighting of the bar. He was dressed in a simple black button up and black slacks. Yet he looked like a million bucks. You could even catch the glint of the golden star of David on his neck. 

“How did you find me?”

“Nice to see you too Starlight.” 

“Stop calling me that,” you bit back. You could see his thick brows furrowing and his eyes sharpening, forming a very dangerous and frustrated look. 

“Would you prefer me call you Lovely like he does,” Marc asked in a sharp and underlying threatening tone, “if that’s the case you can just call me handsome, like you do him” A chill ran through you, he knew a lot apparently, because this is what this was. A demonstration of power and knowledge on his part. 

“What do you want?”

“I want you to come home.” He said with his eyes pleading, he reached out for your hand but you took it away, “come home Starlight please.” 

“I have a home,” you said, “and it’s not with you.” 

He was about to say something when you cut him off. 

“Why would I even come back to you, so you can use me as a meat shield repeatedly again, will you not be satisfied until I literally give my life for you and your moon sized ego.” Your head tilted to the side, eyes narrowing on his figure, “I have a life now Marc, I have a home, a job, and someone to look forward to seeing every morning.” 

“I heard,” he said, “Mazel Tov on your engagement to that asshole by the way.” 

“No,” You said, “no you are the asshole Marc. You were my best friend, and after everything we’ve gone through together. Ammit, your mother, and Randall. After all of that you just tossed me aside-”

“I didn’-”

“Yes Marc Spector,” You said, “You left me to die. You left me to die five times when I NEVER would’ve done that to you. Even if it cost me my life I would never have left you for dead.” You didn’t care what he would do to you anymore, “so tell me Spector, why should I come back to a person who betrayed me loyalty and trust?”

“Because if you don’t” He started, leaning towards you, “I’ll kill him.” 

You didn’t care what he did to you. 

But to Alec. 

You cared very much. 

“When did you come to hate me so much?” You asked, tears pricking your eyes. You feel his calloused hands envelop yours and it took all of you not to push him away. 

“I’ve never hated you.” 

“Why won’t you let me be happy,” You asked desperately, “for the first time in such a long time I have a home. I’m about to have a family-”

“You’ve always had a family,” Marc said, cutting you off, “me, I’m your family.” 

“No Marc,” You said, “you’re my keeper. You’re also a hypocrite. You can’t say this whole ‘I’m your family,’ and come here threatening to kill the love of my life when you already found Layla.” 

“Layla and I divorced.” 

“So,” You said, “so you what, want me back as a replacement? That’s sick Marc, it’s cruel, it’s something Konshu would do.” 

“No!” Marc raised his voice before lowering it and regaining his composure, “I’m nothing like him.” 

“Could’ve fooled me.” Marc sighed, rubbing his hands over his face before taking a deep breath in. 

“I owed a debt,” Marc started, “I didn’t tell you everything about how I became Moon Knight. The job was simple but my partner got greedy, I tried getting the hostages out but… I couldn’t save them. All of them died and I couldn’t save them. I was going to die too, but then Konshu came and the rest you know.”

“I don’t see how this is connected with you owing a debt.” 

“I would’ve died had it not been for Abdallah El Faouly,” he revealed, “he took the shot that was for me.”

It took then for it to click, Layla, Marc being protective over her. 

“You married her out of guilt,” You said in disbelief, “Layla loved you and you married her out of guilt,” You go to get up but are brought back down. 

“You’re not listening-”

“I’m listening just fine,” You said, “But answer me something, Spector, if you owed a debt to Layla, why not give her the man responsible for her fathers death. An eye for an eye.”

“My partner harmed the travelers of the night,” Marc said, “he was the first on Konshu’s list that night”  

“So we’re back at, you married her out of guilt.” 

He was getting frustrated, you could tell. 

“You’re still not listening”

“I’m pretty sure I’m listening and understanding things very clearly.” 

“No you’re not,” He said, his eyes unwavering against yours, “If it was not for the debt I owed I would have married you.” You sat there, unmoving, you don’t think you could move if you tried, “I’ve loved you everyday of my life but it was never the right time. I was dealing with my mother, then the military, then konshu, then Layla. It just was never the right time for us, then you left. Steven and Jake would take over the moment I made some progress on finding you. It took me three years, and in those three years Layla realized my feelings for you and divorced me from the debt I owed and from the marriage. In those three years you’ve had the life you’ve always wanted, what you’ve always deserved. Something I could never give you.” 

“Then why do you want to rip it away from me?” You asked, “If you love me so much why betray me, you don’t betray the ones you love Marc.” 

“I’ve decided something,” He said, “I’ve given my life for others. Even letting others feed off of it, like parasites. Steven, Jake, Konshu. I punish those who harm others, I’ve saved countless others. I deserve to be selfish, just this once, I deserve to have the person I want most in this world.” 

“Marc that doesn’t make any sense,” You said head spinning, “You left me, you deserted me without backup not caring if I lived or died.”

“That’s not true,” he said, “Did you seriously believe that all those times you came back alive it was because you were lucky? I sent Konshu to make sure you stayed alive, however he is a fickle fucking bird and didn’t do it as well as he should have.” 

You got up and were about to leave, Marc sat there as you were about to leave, his voice rang out. 

“You have 24 hours to say goodbye to Alec, your friends at SWORD. If you try to run, I will kill each and everyone one of them, one by one. So I suggest you don’t run Starlight.” 

And with that you left, heels clicking against the pavement, the lights of the city illuminating the tears strewn on your face, and the weight in your stomach worsened. 

This was going to be the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do. 

And you had to do it within twenty four hours. 

[blueberryinko]

Alice: Juicy Romance

This fic will include berry pregnancy, berry birth and explicit descriptions, don’t like don’t read.

Alice bustled about her kitchen, getting ready for her shift. Being a nurse was hard work, but she loved it. Even if she was a permaberry. Her belly hit the countertop and she winced, arching her back. “Jeez little ones,” She chided the large, basketball-sized blueberries inside her womb, three of them taking up a massive amount of space inside her. This was the second berry pregnancy she’d gone through since Melissa’s graduation, and she was seven months in.

“You wanna take it easy Mom?” Melissa helped her mother into her chair, rubbing her belly as juice swished and sloshed inside her. “You’ve got stretch marks and all, you need to be more careful with your body.” Alice knew Melissa was right, but she didn’t like to admit it. “The hospital already has me on clerical work Mel, what else can I do?”

Melissa shrugged. “I’m not sure Mom. You’re sure this week is your last before maternity leave?” Alice nodded, hand on her back as she rubbed her belly. She was huge, and even her nursing bra was taut and creaking, her boob-flesh bulging over the cups.

“I’m sure,” Alice replied, trying again to get up. She managed, but only with Melissa’s help.

“Hey, Mom, I was thinking,” Melissa began. Alice turned to her, curious. “Back when you gave birth back at the barbecue last year, you said you were curious about dating again.” Melissa bit her lip, and Alice’s heart beat a little faster in her chest.

“Can I sign you up for a dating profile?”

Alice’s cheeks went warm. “Oh, Mel! U-um, well..” She wasn’t sure about this, but she had been single for so long… “Okay then Mel, just help me do it when I get home yeah?” Melissa beamed. “Oh, and Mom?” Alice turned back to her daughter. “I hope I get some new siblings out of this!”

Alice’s cheeks were aflame, and she squeaked. That was a conversation for later.

“Tell your brother to take breaks from his revision.” She told Melissa, before waddling off towards the subway.

Living in a small town meant having to catch the train to the hospital she worked at. Her blue scrubs barely fit her belly, her underbelly fully on display, and her baggy trousers tight around her fat, mom ass. She kept her hands on her belly, rubbing wide, slow circles as she approached her line. She was getting stares from everybody, but she was trying her best to pay them no mind, even as more threads on her nurse garb popped open.

“Here, have my seat,” A young man offered as soon as she’d waddled on, her belly creaking and groaning. “Nnnfff…. Thank you..” She moaned, sitting herself down. Her belly reached far beyond her lap, and she couldn’t reach her belly-button from here. She rubbed and rubbed, feeling the sensation of the juice packing her hips. Her body was slowly starting to take up more space on the train by the minute.

She got out of the train less than twenty minutes later, heaving herself up as best she could. The young man from before grabbed her arms. “Let me help,” He offered. Alice let him, getting up. She could see him eyeing her tits, and she huffed. “Hey, can you not young man?” If the fact that she was pregnant hadn’t put him off, what would. The man raised his hands in surrender. “You got it ma’am, sorry.” He shuffled off and Alice put her hand on the small of her back.

“Holy shit you’re huge.” Another pregnant woman gaped at her, and Alice felt her cheeks go warm. “Thank you, but I’m well aware…” Alice murmured, huffing and panting. The other woman only simply stared at her. “How far along are you?” The woman asked. Finally, a question. “I-I’m about a month away from due.. please, I’m going to be late to work?” She requested, trying to waddle past the woman.

“O-oh I’m sorry, I’ve just never seen anyone as big as you are! And your skin, are you a permaberry?!” Alice growled. “Ma’am, please just MOVE!” She begged, waddling around the woman and towards the hospital. She was getting rounder by the minute. She thanked the gods for double doors as she entered, immediately noting a couple patients in the hallway. “Nngh.. oh God… s-sorry! S-‘scuse me!” She apologised as she heaved herself past them, her asscheeks clapping as she did so, to her mortification.

She eventually made it to the reception desk. She thought about sitting down on the chair, but with her current weight, at a few hundred pounds of juice that was out of the question. She had to stand there and wait. She could feel people staring at her even as she sidled her way into the reception area. “Rough commute?” Mikayla, the young intern asked sympathetically. The goth girl spun in her chair, watching as Alice’s breasts tore through her dress.

“Ugggh!!” Alice groaned, watching as threads popped one by one, her gargantuan belly ripping through her attire, popped navel bulging forwards angrily, like a thumb sized nub marking her as grotesquely pregnant. “I really gotta pump.” She huffed, deciding that that was answer enough for Mikayla.

“Want some help? I know for a fact you don’t have a pump on hand.” That was true, since she’d gotten pregnant again she hadn’t been carrying anything over a hundred kilograms in case she damaged the fruit or pulp in any way. The farmer’s market wanted pristine produce.

“Would you? I know it’s probably really gross and sucky for you but- nnnf!” Alice moaned, feeling Mikayla’s hands squeezing her breasts into the buckets the office had designated for her collection. “Relax, Alice, you taught me all the shit I know, I’m not gonna not help you when big mama needs a release, huh?” Alice knew she was being incredibly lewd, but the blueberry milk pumping from her tits felt exquisite, and her crotch throbbed with need.

“Th-th-thank youu…” She whined, flapping her hands. At least some of the pressure was off. Her limbs were so thick and full she could no longer move them, and she was left in just her panties, the waistband of which was very quickly outgrowing her fat asscheeks.

“Damn, almost there Alice. Want help?” The offer from Mikayla was kind, but Alice’s panties were so tight that if Mikayla dared put her fingers in there, they’d be crushed.

CREEAAAAAK, GROOOOAAAAAN…

BANG!

Her panties shattered in scraps and torn sheets of fabric, ruined by the blueberry juice gushing from Alice’s nethers, her limbs becoming swallowed by her enormity, flapping hands and feet settling inside her divots, her growth swelling to a crescendo as her ass ballooned one more time, leaving her a weighty, heavy orb of a momma berry, rocking on her crotch. “Nnnooooohhh fuuuuu…” Alice whined, panting and huffing.

Mikayla chuckled. “Whoa there Allie, wait until your break before you get all this out, huh?” Alice whined. “Come on Mikayla, I have needs, I’m pregnant…” She complained. Mikayla shrugged. “You wanted to get off, you should have taken early maternity leave. You could leave right now and no-one would blame you.” Alice mulled that over. She had of course considered it, but she had her kids to think about.

“But I’m needed here, aren’t I?” She asked. Mikayla turned to her. “This hospital has run without you before you came here and it’ll still be running when you’re back from maternity leave.” Mikayla said. Alice sighed, flapping her hands in her divots. She really wasn’t getting much work done like this, she would admit that much. “Okay, I guess I’ll go and tell Lisa.”

She huffed and panted as she waddled towards the partition in the reception desk.

“She’s so big, you think she’s a beached whale?”

“Poor woman, dealing with a condition like that. I wouldn’t ever want to be that fat.”

Alice didn’t like the comments per se, but it certainly didn’t help the building arousal in her nethers. SHHHK. “Shit!” She cursed, hoping there weren’t any children around. “Here Allie, lemme help.” Mikayla shoved on Alice’s fat asscheeks, heaving and pushing her through the partition bit by bit. Finally, Alice popped through with a yelp. She thankfully landed on her lower belly, cushioning her fall, but also just about allowing her to teeter back onto her feet.

The waddle of shame to Lisa’s office had Alice’s cheeks burning with want the entire time, the idle sloshes and churns of her juice, the weight in her crotch making her want to cum right then and there. She waddled into the doorframe, bumping the door with her belly. Lisa opened it, eyebrows shooting up. “Alice, I thought you were on leave!” She was evidently horrified Alice was even working at her stage in pregnancy, making Alice feel even worse. “I’m sorry Lisa, I came to tell you I’m taking my leave now. I know I’ve just left you understaffed, I feel really bad-“

“Don’t! HR shouldn’t even have rota-ed you, what were they thinking? I’ll get Evan to cover, go Alice, c’mon, you’re like an inch away from popping those berries out.” Alice nodded, waddling back towards the entrance of the hospital. She sighed, she was going to have to call Melissa. She flapped her hands, waddling up to one of the residents. “I’m sorry, can I borrow your phone for a minute? I need to call my daughter to pick me up-“

“Holy shit! U-um, of course!” The resident brought out her phone, moving to hand it to her, then evidently thinking better of it. “Uh, what’s her number?” Alice recited it off by hand. Usually she had a Bluetooth earpiece she could use, but she’d forgotten it at home. The resident held the phone to Alice’s ear. “Mom?” Came Melissa’s voice from the phone. “Hey honey, can you uh, bring the truck? I got sent home on maternity leave.”

“Finally! Of course Mama, I’m coming. Just stay out there and I’ll come get you.” Alice truly did love her children. “Thank you honey, see you soon.” As the resident hung up the phone, she examined Alice. “Y-you’re that nurse! The one from the college video?” Alice cringed, too many people had seen that. “Y-yeah, I am.”

“And you’re pregnant too? Even like that? Wow, who’s the lucky guy?”

Alice blushed, looking off to the side. “It’s not like that, I-I’m pregnant with blueberries!” She explained. “They’re baby sized, that’s all.” The resident gaped at her exposed belly. “How many?” Alice sighed. “Three… I’m eight and a half months pregnant.” The resident crossed her arms. “That’s so dangerous! You should be at home, resting up!” Alice had had enough of everyone pitying her. “I’m not gonna be lectured by someone the same age as my daughter, please, I’ve gotten enough of that today!”

The resident calmed down. “Sorry. I’m Jessie.” The punk looking resident introduced herself. “For what it’s worth, I think you’re pretty cool.” Alice felt her cheeks go warm. “Thank you sweetie. I’m Alice.” While they waited for Melissa, Alice noted the flickered glances Jessie kept giving to Alice’s belly.

“Wanna rub it?” Alice invited warmly. “They’re moving.”

“They can move?” Jessie asked, Alice nodded. “Yeah, it’s weird, they’re fruit but they move. Guess I’m just that big.” Jessie giggled, noting the huge form of one of the berries pressing against her palm. “That’s super freaky, and super cool.” Jessie softened up. “Would you ever have more kids one day?” Alice stopped short. “H-huh?” She took a moment to think about it.

“I don’t know.. I mean, I AM hyperfertile, and permanently fertile, b-but I’m single, who would-“ Now it was Jessie’s time to cringe. “Oh shit, I’m sorry, I thought-“

“No, no, it’s okay-“

“It’s really not-“

“Oh my God, I want more kids.” Alice realised. That revelation was cut short by Melissa’s arrival. Jessie whistled. “Hey Alice? Mind if I get your daughter’s number? She’s really cute.” Alice glanced at Jessie. “You’re asking my permission? You don’t need it sweetie, go ahead.”

Melissa approached the duo, apologising profusely to Jessie. “Hey, thank you so much and sorry Mom had to borrow your phone, I’ve been begging her to take her leave for ages and-“

“Nah, it’s fine, your mom is cool! I mean, if you wanted to repay me, you could buy me a coffee next Tuesday if you’re free?” Alice watched as Melissa’s cheeks turned bright red, beaming from ear to ear. “Okay, you’re on!” Melissa watched as Jessie rushed off, Alice belly bumping her daughter. “Shall we head home honey?” She asked lightly. Melissa focused back in. “Oh, yes, of course Mama!” She agreed.

Gently tipping Alice onto her back, Melissa rolled her mother into the back of the truck. Securing her with the ropes, Melissa made sure they weren’t too tight. “Have you gotten heavier?” Melissa asked absent-mindedly. Alice wasn’t offended by the question though. “The berries probably went through a growth spurt again.”

Melissa agreed with that. “They were eight pounds last we checked, right?” Alice confirmed that with a nod.

Alice and Melissa returned home, and Melissa rolled Alice inside. “Hey Adam, we’re home!” Melissa called. “Come out of your room dumbass, Mom’s home!” Adam soon came down the stairs. “Dude, seriously?” He addressed Melissa, then Alice. “Hey Mom, I’ll put some food on. Craving anything specific?” Alice pondered for a moment, then replied. “Burgers? With some pickles and barbecue if you can?” Adam nodded and got to work.

“Hey guys?” Alice murmured as she finished eating. “If I said I wanted to have more kids, give you guys siblings… what would you say?” Adam and Melissa stopped what they were doing, focused fully on their mother. “I.. Wouldn’t that be weird?” Adam asked. “Like, we’re in college and we’ll be a full generation or two older than them.” Alice knew that, but thought about it anyway. “I know, but eventually you two will be out of the house, and I’m thirty-eight. I still have a lot left in me, and to be honest.. I always wanted a big family.”

Melissa squealed, hugging her mom. “Oooh Mom, I get to make you a dating profile then?” Alice giggled. “Sure honey, just let me have input on it.” Melissa was enthusiastic and immediately pulled out her phone. “Let’s get you bred, Mama!”

Melissa rolled Alice into the living room, settling her on her belly. Opening a dating website, Melissa turned to Alice. “Smile for the camera Mom!” Alice gave a soft smile, flapping her hands.

“Are you sure people will want to date a fat blueberry like me?” Melissa gave her a deadpan stare. “Mom, Mom. You’re hot, face it. Even as round as you are, you’re super attractive, and that’s coming from me.” Alice’s cheeks ran hot and she rested her chin in her divot. “Thanks honey.” Melissa sat down between Alice’s breasts, typing away.

“O-oh, what about aspiring breeder to be?” Melissa suggested. Alice squeaked. “Mel! I[I uh, are you sure? Wouldn’t it send the wrong impression?”

Melissa shrugged. “It’s the right sentiment, right? It works.” Before Alice could reject it, Melissa typed it in. Eventually they had her entire profile built, and Alice looked it over. “I guess that works.. and there aren’t any like, extra things you’ve put in there?”

Melissa shook her head. “No, apart from stating you’re a single mom of us, nothing else you didn’t want.” She rubbed Alice’s breast. “You’re gonna do great Mom.”

-

Alice didn’t officially want to start dating until she’d given birth, so she’d had Melissa save the account in her drafts until she was ready. A week and a half later, Alice was waddling around, nesting. Adam was nearby on Discord with his friends, and Melissa was out with her new girlfriend. Alice folded another t-shirt, putting it on the couch. She breathed heavily, her pregnant belly overloaded with the now eight pound berries, having practically ballooned in weight over the past three days.

She’d been feeling off all day, and she groaned, rubbing her belly. Wearing just a bra and boxer shorts, she was too hot for anything else. “Ooohh.. pressure..” She whined, a hand on the small of her back as a feeling like a bowling ball sitting on her spine welled up in her pelvis.

Adam looked over from the computer. “You good Mom?” He asked cautiously. A bead of blueberry sweat dripped down Alice’s brow, and she groaned again.

“A-Adam… can you call your sister?” She gasped out slowly. “The berries are on their way.”

Adam paled, then nodded, grabbing his phone, Discord call forgotten for the moment. Alice sat down on the couch, a finger sliding down her panties, checking her dilation. “Nngghhh.. not even a centimetre?” She whined, hitting the couch with frustration. She focused on her breathing, flushed violet as the contractions rolled through her body. It didn’t hurt, it was actually incredibly arousing, the weight on her crotch making her womanhood hot and throbbing.

Adam returned soon after, kneeling by her. “Jessie and Melissa are on their way, are you good?” Alice breathed, gripping the couch. “For now, yeah, u-um.. I’m not progressing too fast so you can keep going with your call if you like.” Adam was conflicted, leaving her in pain was never something he wanted to do, but his mother knew her body intimately, and he trusted her. “Okay, but the second you’re in pain I’m helping.” He compromised.

Alice waved him away, waiting as she dilated. Her belly grew bigger, filling her lap as juice sloshed and churned inside her. “Mmmnnnn…. C’mon little guys, out you get.” She coaxed, spreading her legs. Her breasts were overfilling her bra cups, stained and wet with milk. She was about a centimetre or two dilated by now. “Nggh… juice sac, right there…” She murmured to herself, feeling the balloon of amniotic fluid resting in her birth canal.

Melissa and Jessie appeared soonish, and Alice found she couldn’t reach her panties to take them off. “H-hey girls.. c-can you.. take off my panties? I gotta get this juice sac to break.” Jessie kneeled down. “I’m a resident in obstetrics, do you trust me?” She asked Alice. Alice bit her lip, nodding. “I’ve been to three other births before, with this midwife named Sara, she’s been teaching me everything I know, but this is.. unique.”

Jessie and Melissa peeled Alice out of her panties, and with a BANG, her boobs tore through her bra cups, snapping the elastic band as the garment fell haphazardly to the floor with a wet slap. “Okay Alice, how are we feeling?” Jessie asked. Alice whimpered in response. “I think I need to stand up. I need- need help.” Obediently, Melissa and Jessie grabbed one of Alice’s chubby arms each. “Pull!” Melissa ordered, and the two girls heaved Alice onto her feet.

“Whoaaaa!” Alice squeaked, stumbling before she was caught by Melissa and Jessie. “Jesus, she’s heavy-!” Jessie groaned. “H-hey!” Alice supposed that was fair but it was still a little embarrassing. “Sorry Alice.” Alice began slowly waddling around the room. her chunky, juice filled thighs sloshed as she did so, slow circles helping as the pressure amped up-

SPLASH!

“Nnnaaaaahhh!” Alice moaned as her juice broke, losing her plug as she bent over a slight bit. She was surprised she was still able to do so. Alice shuddered as another contraction made her cum, splashing on the rug. She could feel herself getting bigger, wider as the berries made their way down into the world, bulging her birth canal. “Ooooh…” She whined.

“Alice?” Jessie announced softly. “I’m gonna check you now, okay?” She felt Jessie’s shoulders brush her thighs and gasped, glad they were so fat she could no longer clench them, then the sensation of Jessie’s warm, slender fingers checking her womanhood drawing another long whine from her. “H-how far?” She asked uncertainly. Jessie hummed beneath her, listening to the burbling and sloshing from Alice’s burgeoning body. “About five centimetres. You’re doing superb Alice.” Jessie encouraged.

“Mel? Could you go grab the ice chips?” Melissa heeded her mother, heading into the kitchen as Jessie resurfaced, hands feeling around Alice’s expanding diameter, the boulder-like belly so heavy Alice just dropped onto it, laying on it as her limbs became stiffer and fatter. “You’re progressing fast now, you feel about ready to push yet? You’re not dilated yet, so if you need to, it should just be small, practiced breathing, yeah?” Jessie coached.

Alice heeded Jessie’s words, bearing down just a little. She felt some of the pressure abate and sighed happily. “That feel better?” Alice felt a lot better actually. “Y-yeah.. last time I wasn’t coached through this.. it was uh, at a family barbecue.” Jessie raised an eyebrow. Alice giggled, she couldn’t quite believe it herself, but it had happened. “I had hoped I wouldn’t go into labour that day, but my juice broke while I was serving and I had to push out three other blueberries in front of everyone.”

Jessie laughed, patting the turgid tummy in front of her. Alice’s limbs were starting to sink into her body, and Melissa returned with the ice chips as Jessie inspected Alice’s diameter. Adam was now fully focused on his mother as well, Discord call remaining open. “C’mon bro, hold the fucking point!” Alice heard from one of Adam’s friends, to which he lashed back.

“Dude, fuck the game right now, my mom is literally giving birth!” He retorted, and she heard calls of ‘holy shit’ and ‘dude, no way!’ From the call. “Nah bro, pics or it didn’t happen.” She heard. Adam gaped. “Dude, shut the fuck up, please? Imma go help her, y’all just talk amongst yourselves.” He got up from his chair, approaching Alice. “Sorry about them,” he apologised.

“You really need better friends baby.” Alice groaned, her limbs sinking in and leaving her a full, ripe blueberry, Jessie checking her once again. “Okay Alice, listen carefully. You’re ten centimetres now, so we’re gonna get this show on the road. When you feel ready to push, push, yeah?” Jessie ordered firmly. Alice whimpered. She was nervous, but she knew she could do this. She’d done this once before, this was just practice for the future.

“Nnnngaaaahhh!” She bore down. She felt the first berry shifting into place, starting to descend out of her. She let go of the contraction, breathing deeply, in and out rhythmically. “That’s it Mama, come on.” Melissa encouraged. Urged on by the love of her children, Alice groaned, bearing down again.

She felt powerful. This primal, ancient sensation settled in her chest, and as the weight in her underside increased, so did the pressure. “C’mon, c’mon, I got this, I got this,” She murmured to herself. Another push had her vagina begin to ache, the first berry crowning. “Okay, here it is mama, you ready?” Jessie asked. Alice’s feet shook with the effort, nestled in their divots as she pushed again.

“Grraaaaagghh!” She growled, the first berry popping out of her with a gush of liquid and a cheer from Adam and Melissa. “One down Mom!” Adam cheered, rubbing her taut side. “Ready for the others?” Alice panted and huffed. “Give me.. give me a minute guys.. need a moment…” She gathered her strength. Every inch of her was electric, and she bit her lip.

This sensation… it was amazing. She was operating on pure maternal instinct now, elevated to her highest peak as she began working the second berry out. “One, two, threee..” She mooed, slow, steady minuscule pushes inching the second berry further out of her womb. As Alice eased the berry downwards, she leaned into the sensation of the ache as her labia lips bulged, groaning and hissing in arousal as she pushed.

“Doing so well Alice, so close.” Jessie encouraged. Alice was sweating from the exertion, her cheeks purple. Melissa grabbed an ice chip, holding it to Alice’s lips. Alice swallowed it gratefully, holding it on her tongue for a moment before she did. Her body quaked and shuddered with every push she gave, and as she pushed again, she felt it fully crown. “Come on, come on, come ON!” She cried out, and with another wet POP! The second berry was out, falling to the floor ceremoniously.

“Last one now Mama, home stretch.” Melissa encouraged. Adam, who had been mostly silent and focused on massaging Alice’s taut, tense spots agreed with her. “You’re amazing Mom, you got this.” Spurred on by her family’s love, Alice breathed in. “Okay guys, let’s get this big blueberry out of mama berry.” She started pushing low, powerful pushes that rocked her belly.

“Slow and steady wins the race now Alice, careful.” Jessie advised. Alice was on autopilot now though, pushing and pushing with careful precision, every note her body hit was pitch perfect, and before too long, the last berry was right at her entrance. “Here it comes Jessie, catch it, catch it, catch it!” She exclaimed. And catch it Jessie did as the last berry exploded from Alice’s womb, finally empty of all the blueberries.

“You did it!” Melinda crowed happily. “Fuck yeah Mama, there you go!” As the family celebrated, Jessie cleaned up all three gigantic blueberries, weighing eight pounds each. “Now what do we do with them?” Melissa looked them over. “Well, now that we got them cleaned up, we get them tested and get them sold on the farmer’s market.”

Alice let out a chuckle. Then a giggle. Then a full blown belly laugh. Eventually the others joined in, and Alice proposed something.

“Wanna take a selfie together and post it to the girls at the ward?” She suggested. At that, everybody agreed. Adam, Melissa and Jessie each grabbed a berry, nestling it in their arms as Jessie held her phone above her head. “Say blueberry!” She snapped the photo, and they all giggled again.

Alice was happy. Now she could recover, and prepare to begin dating again.

[barnes-n-nobles]

Dont You Forget (SMUT)

Request: 

I really love your Bucky fics and let me tell you something, I. Just. Can't. Get. Enough. Of. It! I truly meant every words I said, seriously.

Can I request a Soft!Dark!Mob!Bucky smut being a possessive, lying, manipulator, control freak he is? Like, he won't let you see any of your family or letting you have any friends at all, putting a tracker inside your phone, monitoring all of your activities, gets jealous very easily, always have his men following you around so you can't escape him (If you ever tried), persuade you into quitting your job so you have to financially depends on him, basically all the red flags there are.

Pretty please and thank you. Keep in mind there's no rush in this, I want you to enjoy your own writing too so take your time!!

Tell my why I absolutely love this MMMMMM!! You're too kind! I tried to make him as soft as possible while keeping that dark element to him, I hope thats okay. I also hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it ~

Thank you for your request! Please reblog, like, and let me know what you think!

Warnings: smut, drugging, threats of murder, manipulation, overall toxic behavior, stalking, slight dumbification? 

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Please Do not translate, no permission to repost any of my writing on any other platform, and do not copy this and claim it as your own.

He knew it. His intuition was nothing short extraordinary. Bucky watched as you sat down during your break to chat with one of your colleagues. The cafe you worked at was a very popular destination for wealthy people, not everyone was willing to pay $12 a cup every morning. This was a decent sized establishment with big open windows that customers loved lounging in. Bucky had actually met you here while you were first hired on. He came every single day to see you, making short but sweet conversations. He was parked in the other side of the street, his eyes watched your colleagues moves intensively, making sure he didn’t touch you at all. Buckys thoughts were beginning to get dark with every smile and laugh you flashed at him. He thought about going in there and dragging you out, or beating the fuck out of the little shit, or even better, holding a gun pointed right between his eyes to show him that he does not share with anyone. That last thought had his mouth curl up in a sinister smile. Oh how he loved to cause problems. 

You two had been texting for the past 3 days and he kept flirting with you. You never followed along though and you had to remind him constantly that you had a boyfriend. The guy obviously didnt give a fuck and Bucky was getting tired of it. Bucky originally found out because your phone lit up with a name that was not familiar to him. He pretended he didnt see it and you didnt say anything about it either. He had a feeling that you were doing something behind his back, but he decided to trust you. However that didnt last too long because that night he hacked into your phone remotely and he was able to see every single thing you did on it. From texts, to calls, pictures, emails, social medias. Everything. He was able to see it all through his computer. He fidgeted with his fingers, trying to calm himself down as he watched the idiotic man talk to you. Taking his phone out, he started to call you, watching you as he brought it up to his ear. You felt your phone vibrate, reading it was his contact name, you pressed the green button immediately. “Bucky...whats up” your sweet tone almost calmed him down, but he needed to hold on to his anger a little longer. 

“My doll...are you busy?”

“Not really just went to break. Is everything okay? You sound kind of off”

Bucky let out a breathy chuckle. Your perceptiveness was remarkable, another trait he loved about you. 

“My precious girl, I’m going to ask you somethin’ and I need you to answer it truthfully. Can you do that for me?” 

You gulped, your eyes darting right to your colleague who was chomping down on his food, scrolling mindlessly through his phone.  

“Y-yes, ofcourse” Fuck. When you stuttered it meant that you were nervous. You hoped that it was barely noticeable and that he didnt pick up on it. 

“who is Seth” 

“Hes one of my coworkers here at the cafe” 

“Hmmm. Why havent you told me about him” 

“Bucky..its really not that big of a deal, hes just a friend here at work.” 

“Darling, that didnt answer my question. Why havent you told me about him” 

At this point you knew there was no way you would be getting out of this without arguing. You quickly muted yourself and told Seth, “Im going to the bathroom, Ill be a while in there. Can you cover for me?” Seth noticed your expression drop, knowing that you were worried about something. “Sure, is everything okay?” he grabbed your hand and felt it shake. “Oh my God y/n whats wrong?”. You took a deep breath before pulling your hand away from his, “nothing ill be right back” as you turned he grabbed you again, this time by your arm. “No, tell me whats going on. Is it your toxic boyfriend? What did he say to you to have you this worked up. Look at your hands, they're literally shaking”. “Look ill explain later” as you shrugged him off you turned to walk towards the restroom, only to see that Bucky was already walking towards you. 

“Seth fucking Powers. So you're the one thats been talking to my girl. Didnt anyone ever teach you to not go for someone whos already taken? C’mon..why are you braking the bro code”. Bucky was fuming. His steps were heavy, his gloved hand in a fist as if he was getting ready to smash the guys face in at any given moment. You got in front of Bucky, placing your small hand on his abdomen. “Please Bucky, dont do this. Not here” you whispered, looking around the cafe to make sure no one was looking, but all eyes were on you and your problematic man. Seth chuckled, “Of course I know that. But youre a control freak who doesnt let his girl breathe. Why do you think we've gotten so close, she needs someone to confide in, someone who gets her, and can listen to all the bullshit you put her through. You did this to yourself. Look at her, she clearly doesn't want this, but you're too much of a rabid dog to comprehend or even acknowledge what she want and needs.” Seth was exposing you. You did indeed confide in him, but he wasn't supposed to say it out loud, ever. Bucky looked down at your for a moment, as if asking you if that was true. All you could do was shake your head in disagreement. Bucky used his arm to push you away, getting all close and personal with Seth, who was surprisingly not backing down. 

“The only reason why I dont blow your fucking brains out right now is because of MY doll..shes the only reason why you're alive right this second. But she wont be here to protect your miserable life ever again, you will pay for this..with your life and thats a promise. I hope it was worth it.” Bucky turned around and grabbed your wrist, dragging you out of the cafe. As you tried to keep up with him, you turned around to give the cafe one last look, knowing that you would never be stepping foot in there again. When you got to his car, he opened the door for you and motioned with his head to get in. When you did, he slammed the door, making you jump a little. The car ride home was so freaking long, you didn't even dare move a muscle because you didn't want to distract him from his thoughts. Maybe it would trigger him to remember that you were in the car, hence making him talk. 

As he raced through the busy city, you took your phone out. You saw that Seth had sent you quite a lot of long messages. Before you could start reading them,Bucky grabbed your phone and crushed it in his hand. “What the fuck! Why did you do that” your voice rose, but careful to not make it too loud. “Y/n, im going to ask you to stop talking. I dont want to do anything stupid. Please just shut up” he could loose his shit over everything, he’d scream at the top of his lungs when speaking to people on the phone and even in person, but he never did it to you. He tried his hardest to stay calm and not scare you, just as he had promised to do so when you two started to go out. Before you got home you got an idea that would hopefully deescalate his mood. As you two pulled up, you stormed out of the car. Running as fast as you could towards your shared bedroom. Bucky was not even parked yet when you got out. He was so confused but instead of laughing about it, he got more mad. He quickly parked the car and told his guards to go home and switch out with the night crew, which were the ones that made sure no one got in or out of the property unless it was him. Buckys mansion was beautiful, he made a lot of money in his businesses but he made even more on top of that by being the head of the mafia. He controlled all of the southern borders, allowing drugs to flow in to the US from Mexico, Latin America and the West Coast while his best friend Steve Rogers controlled the northern borders and the East Coast. Making them the most successful and powerful mafia in the world. 

As you ran through the house, you could hear faint steps behind you which grew closer and closer. You started to giggle as you thought that he was playing with you too. When you reached the bedroom, you closed it, only for the door to fly open making you fall to the floor. Giggling, you looked up at Bucky only to see his death stare, making your smile fade. “Do you think this is a joke? Are my feelings a joke to you” he slammed the door closed and locked it. “Im sorry Bucky, I thought we were p-playing around now” you stammered while trying to catch your breath. He walked towards you, looking down at you, before grabbing you by your neck and lifting you up to your feet, “Im so fucking mad right now y/n..I keep remembering that imbeciles hands on you and it makes me want to burn him alive” he said through gritted teeth, his hands still wrapped around your neck. The feeling of having him this close made your body tingle, his dominant aura radiating off of him.

“Bucky, please don’t. I’m sorry” your words meant nothing to him. He knew if you were truly sorry you wouldn’t say it, you would show it. He scoffed and let you go, making you stumble onto the end of bed bench. “Miss me with that bullshit. I know you’re not sorry. You kept a secret from me, knowing damn well how badly that would hurt me”. Something about that last sentence got you heated. “Hurt you? Bucky, you made me cut all of my friends off. Friendships that I’ve had for years, for you! If anyone is hurt, it’s me. I felt lonely and lost, but I thought I was okay with it because of you but now…Seth helped me see things for what they are not how you wanted me to see them”. Wow, you couldn’t believe you just said that. Bucky narrowed his eyes, his forehead lines were visible as he scrunched his eyebrows. “So you’re fucking tell me you felt better talking to that bitch than me?! After all I’ve done for you? I let you have a job and this is how you show me you’re grateful?…you can forget about it though you’re never going to work again. You can find something to do in this house. You got everything you could ever want under this roof” as he stormed off, he slammed the door making you flinch. Your heart felt like it was in your stomach, a stupid prisoner with golden bars. You weren’t going to deal with this anymore thought. This was the last straw, so you decided to pack up your shit and leave.

As you went through the closet, most of your items were expensive pieces of clothing that he bought you. The shoes were almost all heels and wedges. You needed something comfortable to blend in with and run in. As you realized that most of your old clothes that were actually yours were gone, you grabbed some black sweats and a black hoodie of his to get the hell out. You managed to find some old workout shoes you had and got ready to go. There was cameras almost everywhere, so your only way out would be through the window. When you opened it, the sensor went off, announcing that the window had opened. As you pushed it up, you threw one leg over the ledge and the other one followed. Pushing your body out, you landed on your feet, groaning at the feeling of them hurting as you got down. Moving quickly, you started to make your way through the property, evading any guards and blending in as much as you could with the huge bushes and shrubs. Thankfully, you were able to make it to the gate, now the last obstacle was the gate guard. He was the one that opened the gate, but there wasnt any way that he would just let you go through without  his boss’ permission. The only thing you were able to do was wait until someone passed through so you could run right out. 

*Back at the house*

Bucky was drinking some whiskey to help with his anger. Most women would just listen and follow directions when a man of power was in their life, but not you. You were not like other women, you were a challenge and he loved it. He often blamed your stubbornness to your age. You were the youngest girlfriend hes ever been with, so you two would butt heads a lot. He was more traditional, and you were more modern but you two made it work beautifully. Bucky had a very short temper, he got stressed often, however, you were able to take it all away. When he needed to take his anger out, you were the first thing he did when he got home. His heightened senses were able to detect exactly where you were, almost hunting you down. As soon as he laid eyes on you, he pounced, taking you right then and there, chasing his much needed release. You were erotic to him, he just couldn't have enough of you. As he thought back on all of those times you were there to have fun with him, he softened, realizing how shitty he treated you a bit ago. You were probably right, but he was just too angry to even hear you out. You were his doll, always there for him, needing you by his side forever. He really did love you so much, he cared for you and cherished you like no one has ever done before. You two were meant for each other. All these thoughts in Buckys head, had him yearning for you. When he went back into the room, he noticed it was a bit cold, quickly shutting the window. He noticed that the shower was going, so he waited for you to come out. 

“My Doll..its me. I know youre mad but lets talk..please” a couple moments went by, and nothing. “Darling, you know I dont like to be ignored. Answer me” this time he went to the door and knocked on it. Still nothing. Bucky was mad all over again, grabbing the doorknob and twisting it, only to have it stop due to it being locked. He took a deep breath, forcing the knob all the way down, breaking it instantly. He pushed the door open, only to see the shower going..with out you in it. He could feel his heart almost jump out of his chest, he pulled out his phone and called the head of security. 

“Have anyone of you seen y/n?”

“I havent boss. Let me ask the crew” 

Buckys rage started to overpower him, his heart was racing and his jaw was clenching like crazy. He couldn't even track you because he stupidly broke your phone hours ago. 

“Nothing boss. No one has seen her. Is everything okay?” 

“No, go through all the camera footage from when we got home till now. Have the rest of the men look for her on the property. I need the day crew back, tell them to get into their cars and search for her all over the city.Ill pay double time for their work. Whoever finds her, tell them to keep her there until I arrive” 

Your feet carried you through the city streets, running like a maniac to get to your families house. They would surely help you, and besides Bucky didn't know where they lived so you would be safe there. Your side started to hurt, sprinting as fast as possible, getting closer and closer. When you got there, you were relieved to see that all the lights in the house were on. You caught your breath before knocking on the door, taking in breath after breath. The door unlocked and you were met with your mother, who instantly went to hug you, “My god! my little y/l! I thought we would never see you again” her voice cracked as she started to cry. Her warm embrace was enough to have you in tears as well. “Mom, I missed you. Im so sorry for not coming sooner”. Your mom rubbed you back, “Dont worry hun, come in hurry”. As she walked you in, you froze. Your face turning pale at the sight. “James..” is all you could say. 

Bucky got up from the couch, half smiling as he approached you. You took a step back but he had you in his arms before you could go any further. “My precious Doll...you have no idea how worried I was...” his hand went from your waist, up to your back and under your hair, he grabbed the back of your neck and squeezed it, making you wince, “Never..do this again to me again, okay?” The profuse fear that was coursing through you was something you hadn't felt before. “why dont you stay here for tonight” your mom suggested, holding onto her hands as if she was pleading, “Yes id like that” you answered as you let go of Bucky. He just followed you with his eyes, waiting for you to make eye contact with him but since you were actually avoiding it, he got frustrated. 

“y/n, we need to talk outside..lets go” 

“I dont really want to talk, I just want to sle-”

“I said lets go outside” his tone was harsh this time, and your mom noticed. 

“James, maybe its a good idea if you just go home and let her stay here tonight. Ill take her to you tomorrow in the morning.” 

“Look y/m/n, do not intervene. Your daughter needs to learn how to obey me. In fact, lets go. Were leaving right now” Bucky went to grab you by your wrist and started dragging you out. “Dont even try to call the cops y/m/n, they all work for me”. That was the last thing he said to her before dragging you out to the car. “What the fuck is wrong with you” you spat, finally breaking your hand away from his harsh grip. “Im sorry baby” he pulled out a cloth and a brown bottle along with it. When he started to soak it, you were a bit confused as to what he was doing, but then it registered that he was about to chloroform you. When you tried to run, he yanked you by your hair pulling you back into him, covering your nose and mouth. Struggling against him, you felt weak, the world started to blur, your eyes were being consumed by darkness until you fully passed out. Bucky grabbed onto your body, placing it in the back seat before giving you a kiss, “Dont worry my love, were going somewhere far far away where only you and I will be happy”. 

Bucky drove hours to get to the mountains. He got to his newly built cottage that you fantasized about living in when you grew old. He wanted to gift it to you as one of your wedding presents but this would have to do. No one know about this new property, not even his best friend Steve. This was a safe house, completely bullet proof, the windows do not break, soundproof, everything that he needed for an emergency. The doors didnt open unless a key was used, it even had a secret basement that was accessible through the kitchen island, but the best part of all, it was completely off the radar. As he arrived, he took you in first, placing your limp body on the couch. He brought in all the luggage that he gathered from the other house and place it into the master bedroom. He then brought you to bed, waiting for you to wake. As time went by, he noticed that you would not wake up, so he had to get some ammonia and put it near your nose to have you come back. 

“My love...wake up” he whispered, shaking you a little. The piercing aroma woke you up, making you turn your head away from it. Feeling disoriented when you opened your eyes, your mouth started to water as if you were going to throw up. You quickly sat up and covered your mouth, trying to swallow as much as possible to not be sick. Bucky watched as you started to react and smiled at how silly you looked. “My doll..how are you feeling? You look like a lost puppy” he giggled, brushing the hair off of your face. Once you started to look around, you thought you were still dreaming. This area seemed so familiar. Everything you told Bucky you wanted in a house was there. “Is this a dream, where am I” your voice was hoarse, feeling your throat dry. “No baby its not. Were in the cottage that you always wanted to be in” Bucky reached over to get you a glass of water. “here drink this while I explain”. 

“After your little stunt, I decided it would be much better if we just came here for a while. This way, there will be no distractions and we can focus on our relationship. Ill forgive everything you've done, but under 1 condition....you submit yourself to me completely”. Suddenly everything came back. “Did you fucking drug me to bring me here?” getting up from the bed, away from him. “Dont talk to me like that, show me some respect” he warned, getting up with you. He reached for your hand but you yanked it away. “You're insane James. I cant believe you've done this. What makes you think I want to be with you when you've gone to this length over something so little.” Bucky laughed, charging towards you, grabbing you by the neck and pinning you against the wall. “If you think cheating on me is something “little” then youre the one whos fucking insane. I love you y/n, I will not let you ruin this for us. Im the best thing thats ever happened to you. Ive helped you and your annoyingly nosy family like no one ever has. The least you can do is show me a little bit of appreciation”

His metal arm was squeezing you a little too tight, making it hard for you to breathe, “youre a m-murder..why should I-I”. His eyes went wide, letting you go immediately. As you coughed to catch your breath he backed away, there was an expression you've never seen before in his eyes, but it looked like shock. “When you told me about your past as the Winter Soldier, I should have just left. You have no remorse over anyone lives. I dont want that in my own” 

“Then why did you stay” 

“I...I dont know” feeling your face heat up, you turned your back towards him, knowing damn well why you stayed. Bucky walked up behind you, pressing his body against yours. His flesh hand snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him while his metal one went up to grab your face. You tried to move away, but his grip on you was too tight. His hand moved it to the side, exposing your neck, he traced his nose over your shoulder and up to your neck, taking in your scent as he littered kisses from the base of your neck up to your ear. “Go on..tell me why” he let out a breathy laugh, making you get a shiver down your spine. “Bucky..” you moaned accidentally. “Baby, could it be because you're a horny little thing? Hm? You looove it when I touch you all over. All those times you threaten to leave me..you can never really do it because you know youll miss this” he pressed his erection into your ass, moaning out your name, knowing you love it when he does that. “No one can fuck you like I can, y/n...and frankly I know you dont want anyone else but me to do so” his hand dipped inside of your pants, rubbing your clit over your now wet panties. You arched your back, your head falling onto his shoulder, bitting your lip to not moan. He ghosted his lips over your ear, whispering, “Youre never going to leave me, Doll...you know why? Because youre mine. Fight me, kick me, punch me..anything but it wont change the fact that you only belong to me..and dont you forget it” 

He pulled out his hand, and loosed his grip on you, quickly turning you around to face him. He connected his lips with yours, french kissing you as he guided you into bed. He pushed you down, and watched you pant, smiling to himself at how beautiful you looked when you got manhandled by him. “Why are you looking at me like that. Please just come here” you whined, motioning for him to join you. “Do you deserve it?” Silence. You knew that you didnt, but you still wanted it..soooo badly. “I asked you a question” he insisted. “Well..no but I..you cant leave me like this” 

“Catching an attitude will not get you what you want, brat. Come here and show me how much you want me”. You quickly got up, unbuckling his pants, yanking the Gucci belt off of him and then undoing his pants. Bucky loved seeing you like this, so horny to the point of not caring how desperate you looked. He adored it. He got so hard, just thinking how we was going to keep you in this place until you learned how to be obsessed with him just as he obsessed over you. Taking his thick cock into your mouth, caused him to shudder, moaning out in pleasure. “Mmm fuck y/n...you filthy little whore” he grabbed a fistful of your hair, making you bob your head faster. You gagged yourself on his dick, your nose touching his pubes, taking all of it in. You them took him out, panting, only to do it again and again. “Such a good girl...your mouth feels heavenly”. 

“Please...can you fuck me” you tried to speak while having your mouth full of his cock. Bucky went mad when you did that. He grabbed your hair again and yanked you back onto the bed. He tore your clothes off, making you smile at how rough he was being. As he got naked, you decided to go a little farther. You spread your legs open, touching yourself as you watched him get undress, “buckyyyyy...pleasee come here” you moaned, rubbing your clit. Bucky grabbed your hands and pinned them up to the sides of your head, almost crushing your wrists. “What have I told you about touching yourself without my permission? Are you trying to get punished?” when you laughed, it gave it all away. “what a fucking slut” he spat. He opened your legs with him, and slammed himself into you, instantly thrusting in and out. With no time to adjust, you screamed at the sensation. He was so deep inside you, hitting your g-spot with every snap pf his hips. “s-stop..it hurts” you moaned, balling your hands up into a fist. “No..I know you can take it” his fingers wedged themselves into yours, interlocking them. He panted against your neck, giving you kisses at first then sucking hickeys onto it. He growled like an animal, at how good your pussy ate him up. He eventually started to bite you, making you gasp. “Buckyyy..” you moaned, your hands squeezing his. 

“Youre mine y/n...this is me marking you as my property. No one can have you but me. F-fuck..who does this pussy belong to?” he angled his hips a little before hammering into you again. Your grunted and screamed at how delicious he felt, “fuckk..you..yours”. He chuckled darkly, “come on my slut...form a complete sentence...or are you too fucking dumb to do it? Is your brain not working because of all this cock thats inside of you?hm? my little dumb baby” the way he had you, was too much. You couldn't hold it and you squirted all over him, your legs shaking as you did. As you convulsed under him, he let go of your hands, and wrapped them around your neck. The image of him fucking you, as his hands were on your throat was pornographic. His bulgy flesh and metal muscles tensing up, as his dog tags dangled over you, was just so sexy. “C-cum inside me Bucky..please..im yours to use and abuse” you choked out. He bit his bottom lip, before cursing through gritted teeth. Your lewd words were enough to push him over the edge, making him spill his warm seed inside of you. He thrusted into you a couple more times, before laying on top of you as he caught his breath. 

“Bucky..youre crushing me” you struggled to lift him up, but he got up using his arms, and didnt disconnect his dick from inside you. “Sorry Doll..just give me like a couple minutes. I want to go again”

“again? I dont think thats such a good idea. We still need to talk about this whole situation.” 

“Ugh dont ruin the moment. Just understand that we will be staying here for a while. Just until we can figure things out” 

“Bucky...I dont know” 

“of course you do. You did a really shitty thing to me and we are here to make sure that wont happen again. You promise to be good for me, right?”

There wasn't any indication that he was lying so you decided to trust him. “Right” you answered, even though your gut told you otherwise.

[blueicequeen19]

Hii love!! Could you maybe write something where jj is feeling sad and you try to lighten up his mood by blowing him and make love to him?? I need some soft!jj 🥺

I gotchu boo 🔥 (this turned out longer than I meant, oops 🥵🔥)

“Do you trust me?” I whisper, stroking his hair with his head buried between my tits. He sniffles before pulling back to look at me. I use my thumbs to dry the tears on his cheeks, mindful of the bruises he showed up with. Even in the dark of my room, I could see them.

“Of course I trust you. You’re my best friend.” JJ says so matter of fact. Like I was crazy for asking. I carefully pull his hands from around my waist and find the hem of his shirt. JJ gives me a questioning look but allows me to remove it over his head.

“I want to make you feel good. Just for tonight.” I murmur, any argument he has vanishes as I pull my own shirt off. His eyes zero in on my bare breasts and he licks his lips before meeting my eyes again.

“Y/N, we don’t have to do this.” JJ says softly, his hands balled into fists on his thighs. I gently push him back onto the bed then drop to my knees. His breathing quickens as I pop the button on his shorts and tug the zipper down.

“I want to, J. Let me take care of you.” I grip the waistband of his shorts and boxers to tug them down and he lifts his hips to help me. His erection springs free and I swallow the lump in my throat at the sight of him. I don’t know what I expected but it wasn’t that. No wonder he’s a ladies man.

His eyes are wide as he watches me, resting on his elbows.

“Y/N—.” He cuts off when I wrap my hand around him. It pulses in my hand with how hard he is. It must’ve been hard for awhile. It looks painful. I swipe my tongue along the tip and he hisses. I hold his eyes as I lick along the underneath of him, my free hand squeezing his balls. “Shit.” JJ pants, eyebrows pinched together as he watches me.

“You’re so hard.” I rasp, giving him a good squeeze as I stroke him. His body jerks, his abs flexing as I start to stroke him faster. The flare of his nostrils tells me he’s getting impatient with me playing with it so I take him in my mouth, getting half way before I start to bob my head. I needed a moment to adjust to his size. A pained groan leaves his lips and he drops down on the bed, no longer able to hold himself up.

I bob faster, taking him deeper each time. The corners of my mouth were already starting to hurt and my jaw was aching but I kept going. I wanted this to be amazing for him. This was just for tonight. I could take care of him just for tonight. A deep moan rumbles his chest and I grab his hand, placing it on the back of my head so he knows what I want. He immediately pushes me down deeper, gripping my hair to bring me back of faster.

“That’s it. Fuck. I’m going to cum too fast.” JJ moans, our eyes fixed on each other’s as I bring him closer to the edge. I moan and he jerks as he pushes me down harder until he’s in the back of my throat.

“I’m gonna cum.” JJ groans, a moment later I feel him swell and he holds my head down as he spews down my throat. I can’t do anything but breathe and swallow as he spills. His hand finally falls away when he’s spent and I slowly lift my head, smiling at him as I lick the drop of cum off my chin.

“How was that?” I can’t help my satisfied smirk at seeing him spent. JJ chuckles, sitting up to quickly cup my face and kiss me despite the taste of cum on my tongue. I moan and drop down on top of him, chasing his lips to deepen the kiss. This was supposed to be about him but I can’t deny the burn between my thighs. His hands find my ass, pulling me closer as our tongues mirror one another.

“J—.” I pant, breaking the kiss so I can find the words to stop this before it goes too far. Before we cross that boundary.

“I want to fuck you. I’ve wanted you for so long and I can’t find it in me to stop.” I turn into mush at his confession. I crush my lips to his again and I feel him kick off his shorts before his hand dives between us to stroke me through my tiny panties.

“You’re so wet. You’re fucking soaked.” JJ pants and I nod. I was so aroused it hurt. My clit was pulsing. I felt like I would explode.

“Fuck me, J, please.” I beg, diving into his neck as he releases another throaty groan. Suddenly, he flips us, pinning me beneath him as he takes back control. His hands start their search, mapping out my body as we make out. He kneads my breasts and pinches my nipples before finally sliding my panties off.

“I want to make this last but I’m barely hanging on here.” JJ admits, his fingers sliding between my folds and I become a withering mess, desperate for more.

“No more teasing. Please. I need you.” I grip his biceps, pulling him back to me.

“Condom.” JJ blurts.

“Nightstand.” I pant and he scrambles to grab one before finding his way between my thighs again. I catch myself holding my breath as I watch him roll on the condom then his deep blue eyes find mine, kissing me softly as he hovers over me. I feel him nudging my entrance without even meaning too.

“Please don’t make me wait any longer.” I plead, our foreheads resting together. His hand disappears between us and I gasp the moment the head pushes inside.

“You stop me if I’m hurting you.” JJ’s voice is strained and I know he’s watching my face for any sign of pain.

“No, no, no, please keep going. Don’t stop.” I can’t help the way my back starts to arch as he keeps pushing until he’s deep inside me, his balls resting against my ass. I’m panting, his lips on my neck as he starts to move ever so slowly. It was deep and hard and everything I needed. My legs were spread wide and resting on the bed as I cling to his shoulder blades, my nails digging in with each push and pull. He was hitting spots I didn’t even know existed. I was so full and so stretched.

“I need you to cum for me. Please, I need to feel it.” JJ kisses up my jaw until he reaches my lips. I whine when his fingers find my clit.

“J. My parents. We have to be quiet.” I rasp, feeling my body shake was the incoming orgasm. His hand clamps down on my mouth as his hips land harder, his fingers rubbing rough circles over my clit. I squeeze my eyes shut as I cum, convulsing violently beneath him. I drag my nails down his back and he bares his teeth, not easing up on me at all.

“That’s it. Good girl.” JJ praises, kissing me hard as my body continues to shake with after shocks.

“I think I love you, JJ Maybank.” I confess, tears filling my eyes with the way he looks back at me.

“I think I love you, too.” JJ says and a single tear falls from my eyes. He smirks, kissing me again. “Tell me again when we aren’t high on orgasms.” JJ chuckles, gripping my ass to bring himself deeper inside me.

“Oh, J, I’m going to cum again.” I bite down on his shoulder and he grunts, working himself faster without making the headboard slap the wall.

“I’m right there with you. Cum with me, baby.” JJ groans, burying his face in my neck. I suck in a breath just as his hand clamps down on my mouth again and I feel myself cum harder than before.

There was nothing better than this. The weight of his body on top of mine, the pleasure filled sounds he made because of me, him pulsing inside me as he came, the way he watched to make sure I was enjoying myself. I knew right then I’d love him for the rest of my life. 💕