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changisworld · 4 months

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“Are you being serious?”

Fuckboy!hyunjin x reader

Word count;8,001

Summary: You & Hyunjin are finally moving into a positive direction, finals are now here though so you are both trying to focus on that, meaning you both can’t spend so much time with each other unless you both want to go insane. You tell your lecturer how well your assignments are going & he gets the bright idea to let you tutor someone in your class who is struggling a lot & is in desperate need of help… that being Hyunjins friend, Han Jisung.

18+, MDNI, SMUT WARNINGS UNDER THE CUT.

main masterlist here

part 1 here & part 2 here

ALL WARNINGS: Jealous Hyunjin, Jealous reader, Possessive Hyunjin, voyeurism??, recording, spit, creampie, fingering, oral(m rec), body worship, PIV, unprotected sex, marking, begging, dirty talk, praise, angst & fluff, crying after sex, brief aftercare (more happens off screen), soft hyunjin

-> reader is described as Hyunjins girlfriend & 'she/her' pronouns are used a few times but its brief<3

->This isn’t proofread so if there’s any errors i apologise mwah x

In the month running up to finals, you have been absolutely drowned in assessments & of course you need to pass, so for that reason, you n Hyunjin haven't spent as much time together. You do both study together every once in a while but you work a lot better on your own & he respects that, leaving you to it as he studies in his own free time.

You have both been doing well in the sense your feelings have grown for one another but college is still the same, Hyunjin still being the bubbly person, sitting with his large group of friends while you sit further at the back, but to give him credit he does openly choose to work with you for random partner tasks (which half of the girls in the same course a you now resent you for) & he brings you a drink at least once a day.

You've just submitted one of your last essays (which you're proud of of course) & now you can relax a whole lot more than you were before... until your lecturer asks you if you would like an extra few credits.

You of course say yes, knowing it will definitely help if for some reason you get marks taken off for your other grades, not thinking it would be too hard to complete, that is until he tell you what you need to do.

"Jisung has been really struggling y/n, you can really help him & I know you can since you've never had below a ninety. Don't feel pressured please, but I'm sure he would really appreciate it." He says to you, giving you a pleading look.

You sigh before just nodding your head, not wanting to let your professor down, but also don't want someone in your class to fail simply because you couldn't be bothered to help him.

You know he's really good friends with Hyunjin, him mentioning a few times & they have always sat beside one another, loving to piss off everyone around them. You know he doesn't take anything too seriously but you would feel more guilty if you didn't at least try.

"Thank you y/n. I'll be sure to tell him when I next speak to him one on one. I'll see you tomorrow & I'll have him come talk to you, if he gives you a hard time though by being an idiot, don't be afraid to stop helping him, you're not being forced." He says to you in a cheery voice as he fixes his papers, messy all over his desk. You say your goodnights to each other & you leave the building, making the short journey home.

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You get home & of course Hyunjin is already waiting for you, Tuesdays being the one day a week you promises you would spend time together, regardless of the busy schedules.

"Took you long enough, thought you had fell asleep in the damn hall. What was it he was talking to you about? I'd rather swallow a whole potato in one go than waste my time talking to that guy outside of hours, that guy hates me." Hyunjin questions, not looking up at you for more than a second as he stirs the pasta he is cooking for the both of you.

" He hates you because you made that mans hair go grey with the stress you've causes him n trust me, I almost did, we were talking about how I'm preparing for finals, he also asked me to help one of your friends with a whole lot of it." you sigh as you kick your shoes off & putting your bag on the coat peg hung up on the wall, on the tiny bit of free space that Hyunjins multiple jackets & hoodies now clogging up.

"Really? wait taste this, n who is it? Half my friends are dumbasses so you've got your work cut out, good luck to ya." Hyunjin jokes as he holds up the wooden spoon to your lips, his other hand underneath the spoon to catch any droplets.

You taste it n let out a hum of approval which makes him smile before turning around to continue stirring a few more times before going into your cupboard to grab two plates. "Your friend Jisung! I'm surprised he asked me out of all people, I've only had one actual conversation with him n that was during freshers, I only remember because he was wearing those glasses of his & kept bursting out into song randomly." you chuckle as you recall the memory, getting you both a glass before going into your fridge to grab the bottle of prosecco you bought yesterday just for this occasion.

Hyunjin stops his movement for a second before replying with a 'mhmm' & you don't think too much of it, grating some cheese before putting it on the coffee table in your living room rambling about random stuff, but his mind doesn't move. "So about Jisung, did you say yeah to helping him?" he asks, setting both of your plates down on the small table before grabbing two cushions off your couch n placing them on the floor, patting it for you to sit down next to him.

"Yeah, I agreed because I've only got a few more things to do n I'll be finished, I'd feel guilty for saying no, I can't let him just fail the entire course because I couldn't be bothered you know? If what you're worried about is that I won't have time for you, you're wrong, I'll still be seeing you on Tuesdays regardless." You reply in an your usual tone, giving Hyunjin a peck on the cheek as you thank him for the pasta before picking up your fork & taking a bite.

"Jisung.. Isn't someone you wanna try teach, It's a waste of your time, you should probably pass on the offer. You should help me! I'm sooo stuck on the power point." he responds, his voice monotone, trying to hide how pissed he actually is.

"Hyune, we both know you're not struggling, you only have like two more things to do so stop being silly, n besides, I get a few extra credits if I do it so it will be worth it." you say after swallowing a bite, looking at him & that's when you realise his body language, completely giving away the fact he is now in a sulk as he purses his lips at what you say, not verbally replying to you.

"Hyunjin, what's up with you, hmm? You were so happy when I got home, is something bothering you?" you ask him, putting your fork down. "It's just.. Jisung is just gonna try get in your pants y/n. I know what he's like, if he actually gave a fuck about this grade, he woulda tried way before now, he has a music career now so he doesn't even need college." he says, pointing his fork at you & swaying it around as he speaks, his voice serious despite him trying to sound unbothered.

You just look at Hyunjin, honestly confused on where this attitude has came from. "Just because he might have another career once he leaves, doesn't mean he doesn't wanna pass, Hyune. He won't 'get in my pants' I don't even know him or anything about him apart from what you've told me." a tinge of annoyance in your voice now, not at all liking what he has to say.

"Alright." he mumbles as he begins eating, not wanting to discuss it further so you ignore it, moving onto a different conversation, which makes his mood slightly better than it was before.

Hyunjin leaves an hour or so later, after helping you wash up & cuddling with you until you were dozing off. You give him a sheet of notes you had written earlier in that day just for him to help him with his own essays, changing the wording a whole bunch so he wouldn't accidentally write something similar to you have done, which he can't help but blush at the thoughtfulness. He leaves your apartment in the same mood when you first came home earlier on.

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You're walking to your morning class after grabbing a drink from the cafeteria when you hear someone calling your name from behind you over the music of your headphones, you turn around to see Jisung being the reason your name is being said, his dorky little smile looking back at you as he walks up to you.

"Hi y/n, in case you didn't know but I'm Jisung n I just wanna say thank you for helping me with all of this, means loads to me." he says, giving you an awkward chuckle as his hand rubs against the nape of his neck.

"Don't worry about it, just don't make it a waste of my time, I still need to do loads of my own stuff so I won't be waiting around for you." responding in a cold tone as you put your headphones on again before walking to your class.

You take your own unofficial seat & just go on your phone, not paying much attention to the things going on around you, blocking out the multiple conversations going on around you.

You look down to the right corner of the auditorium & notice Hyunjin isn't sitting in his own usual spot.

You; Where r u? u okay? Hyune<3: yea, just slept in lol, just take pics of what u write n i can use that, ill probs be in after break

You begin texting a response when the chair next to you is pulled out & someone sits beside you, you look to your left & Han is smiling at you, pulling his books out of his bag & placing them on the desk.

"Sir told me to come n sit beside you since he is helping yuna right now n he doesn't have time to re-explain it all to me. You still okay to help me, right?" He blurts out, looking at you with his boba eyes, you just nod your head & he smiles.

Jisung begins to show you where he's at on each part of the assessments he needs to do & shows you the very few notes he has actually been bothered to write down.

"You've only wrote this..? for an entire years worth of work this is all you have to help you?" yo snort as you hand back his notepad, your eyebrows raised. "I thought it wouldn't be this intense!" he responds, his voice whiney.

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You spend the next hour roughly explaining how to do the main parts of everything & you were writing down a few things for him since you realise he is a painfully slow writer, but you choose to hold your tongue since you think he is actually listening since he is actually asking you a question ever so often.

The time hits quarter past eleven so you grab your little blue money purse before standing up to leave for your break when Jisung moves his chair out so you can't leave. "Y/n, could I get your number or something? so I can text you.. about the work! of course." Han asks you as he stands up to face you fully.

"Awk yeah that would make sense, alright." you take one of your pens off the desk & open the cap before grabbing Jisungs hand before you write your number on it & then squeezing yourself past him, walking up the rest of the stairs to leave but he runs up to you again to begin walking with..well, behind you, ignoring his friends at the other end of the room shouting his name.

"Thanking you y/nnie, I can call you y/nnie right? anyways what's your plans for after college hours? Do you have a job you gotta get to? Any sorta clubs? I get the vibe you definitely are a part of... an art class. I woulda said book club but I feel as if that's too basi-" "You talk so much, holy shit. My plan is to finish what I need to finish tonight or tomorrow so I'll have time to actually help you" you cut off, rolling your eyes as you begin walking one of the common area benches, Jisung still trailing behind you.

You sit down & Jisung settles himself beside you, smiling at his friends whenever they walk past, talking your ear off as you just stare at him, not paying attention.

A minute later, You turn away from Jisung & lean your head against the wall in annoyance , Jisung now talking about how he lived in Malesia & almost got eaten by an alligator when your eyes scan the area & that's when you notice Hyunjin strolling towards you. You lean back upright & smile n wave at him & he smiles back, until Han pops his head out from behind you to see who you're waving at, your body no longer covering him from the way you're both sitting.

Hyunjin reaches you but doesn't sit down, instead standing in front of both of you. "Heya y/n, hi jisung, what you both talking about." Hyunjin says in a weird tone of voice, sounding slightly off standish. "Couldn't tell ya, sir didn't really go over anything new so I didn't write anything down to give you, he was just answering others questions, come sit." you say as you pat the spot beside you but he doesn't budge, feet staying glued to the floor, hi eyes moving to now look at the man sitting beside you.

"So if he was answering questions all day, why'd you not just ask him for help on what to do? Why are you putting more on y/ns plate?" Hyunjin spits to jisung, his facial expressions scarily neutral. "Because he would spend an entire day explaining it to me! I asked y/n a million times if it's fine n it's fine! y/n doesn't mind it." Han whines back, throwing his hands around & that's when Hyunjin notices your number drawn onto his hand.

Hyunjin looks at it then back at the both of you before scoffing. "Point is, you don't give a fuck about passing, I'm not stupid. I'll see you later." he speaks in the same cold tone, tapping your head condescendingly before walking away & down the hall out of sight.

"What the hell is his problem, he has such an attitude." you murur, mostly to yourself but Jisung responds anyway. "dunno, maybe stress." feigning innocence.

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Hyunjin walks into class, blood boiling. He sits on the opposite side than he usually does & puts his headphones on, basically throwing the items in his bag onto his desk before logging into his computer & pulling up his word document.

He doesn't look up at any of the noise around him, other students for some reason spending their break in the same room they've been sitting in for four hours now until someone taps his head before pulling his headphones off his head.

"Nice song, what's it called?" Lisa chimes as Hyunjin turns around, relaxing when he sees it's just her & not a random person trying to piss him off. "You're still on your essay? y/n handed hers in already, didn't your little girlfriend feel like helping you out?" she remarks, sitting on the edge of the desk, swinging her legs while she looks down at him.

"y/n.. isn't my 'girlfriend' so to speak n anyways, we both agreed to do it on our own since y/n concentrates better that way n i've learned that so do I, so if you could leave Lisa i'd like that." he responds, his tone sounding more rude than he intended.

"Who pissed in your cereal Hyunjin, jeez. That sucks, I'd love for you to help me, I'm further behind than I wanted to be, can I borrow your notes at least? & you sure y/n works better on her own? She was helping Jisungie a wholeeee bunch earlier." she speaks back, sweet toned, the smile not wiping off her face for even a second, picking up his notepad & flicking through it.

"Mhmm, just take it n give it back at the end of the day. I told y/n helping Jisung is a waste of time but sir n Jisung both wormed their way into her brain knowing she would feel too guilty for saying no, she didn't listen to me, she's too kind." he replies, not bothering to look up at Lisa despite feeling her eyes almost burning two holes into his side profile.

"Clearly not too kind if she can't listening to her own boyfriendddd" she teases, ruffling up his hair. "I told you, we aren't officially together, you taking my notes or no? I have stuff to do Lisa." he snarks as he finally actually looks up at her as she jumps off the desk, jotter in hand.

"I know, just wanted to hear you confirm the fact. I would ask you to send me the notes but you've blocked my number, y/n has you so bitched, didn't think I'd see the day." Hyunjin just rolls his eyes as Lisa says this but he sees you & Jisung walking back into the room, six or seven levels above & he gets an idea.

He rolls his chai out, blocking Lisas path as he looks up at her, a puzzled look on her face. "If you say please, I'll think about unblocking youuu." he taunts, his pretty smile showing on his face. Lisa looks up at you in your usual seat, noticing your quick glances down back at them, trying to not make it too obvious before looking back down at Hyunjin. "Pretty please, Jinnie?" she responds, battering her eyelashes as she ruffles his hair again.

He chuckles before moving out of the way, letting her past. As she leaves, he murmurs a 'next joke, fuck that' to himself, internally cringing at the conversation between them before pressing play on his spotify again & doing his work.

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The day finally ends & you are quick to get out of the room, not being surprised if steam was coming out of your ears with how pissed you are. You noticed Lisa & Hyunjin speaking & you were unable to concentrate from that moment on. 'Why was she touching him?' 'Why was he flirting with her?' 'what a fucking dick' keep bursting into your mind & you honestly want to punch them both in the face.

Hyunjin gets his notepad back from Lisa & walks away without saying much of anything to her, trying to catch up to someone in particular... Jisung.

He knows his schedule like the back of his hand & it doesn't take much walking or time to find him, sitting on a small ledge waiting for the main music room to be unlocked for him, Chris & Changbin, eating a packet of skittles, filling his chubby cheeks while just idly looking around.

"Heya Hyunjin, you alright?" He questions, pulling his legs closer to his chest so Hyunjin can sit down opposite him, which he does. "Been better, got a question for you though." he sighs, leaning forward to dig his hand into Jisungs packet & takes out a handful of skittles, dumping the green ones back into the packet.

"Go f'r it." he speaks, words muffled as he pours more into his mouth. "What you doing with y/n? I pretty much made it clear to stay away, so what is your problem? You coulda asked anyone to help you but I know you went to sir n specifically asked for y/n's help, you can't fool me I've known you too long." he questions, his voice sounding far too normal for it to be comfortable.

"You didn't tell me shit, n I'm not a toddler, what makes you think you can tell me what to do? You're not actually together together so why can't I simply speak to her?" he remarks, smirking at him knowing he is getting under his skin as he throws his empty food wrapper at the bin but missing, making him kiss his teeth.

Hyunjin scoffs at his words, in disbelief. "Han stop being a dick, y/n is mine n it's that simple so just fuck off, I've never told you to leave anyone fuck alone until now so just do it? It's not difficult believe it or not." Hyunjin snaps back, getting more annoyed as the clock ticks by, not bothering to keep his tone quiet as another student walks by every once in a while.

"Yea n we also agreed we wouldn't cockblock each other yet here you are, you guys aren't official which you said yourself so it's fair game. You can't claim someone if you're still flirting with your other little side pieces, me & y/n saw you n Lisa earlier. You seriously wanna get rid of everyone else you see for one person? Next joke." he replies, his voice raising at the end, honestly enjoying how pissed off Hyunjin is getting, his face getting more & more red.

"Lisa is literally nothing to me n yea-" Hyunjin is cut off as Changbin n Chan swivel around the corner, all smiles. "Heya Hyunjin, not seen you in ages, Jisung I got the key so we can go in now, you coming Hyun?" Chan questions as he turns his back to unlock the door.

"Nah, I'm busy n got things to do, I'll speak to you all later." Hyunjin replies, squishing Changbins cheeks playfully, trying to ease any tension the others are starting to sense, before walking off, his breathing intense as he leaves the building & pretty much speed walking home.

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He enters his complex building & storms up the multiple flights of stairs, skipping a step or two each time. He turns the corner & sees you sitting on his doormat, both of you making eye contact.

You stand up & wipe any dirt that could be on you as Hyunjin sighs, stopping in front of you as he moves one of his headphone speakers, not even bothering to fully pull them off.

"Are you gonna speak to me n tell me what's wrong with you Hyunjin?" You speak out, placing your hands on your hips. "Do you seriously not know what you've done? Give me a fucking break. Move, I want to get inside." he spits back before trying to worm his way around you but you stop him.

"Hyunjin what the fuck is your problem? I've done jack shit n yet you're treating me as if I'm an annoyance to you! I'm not leaving till I get an answer." you yell back, getting even more pissed at his attitude.

"I'm not even going to bother arguing with you, especially in my fucking hallway y/n, get inside." He spits out as he pushes your arm away & unlocks his door before entering, not bothering to shut it as he knows you're gonna end up following him.. which you do.

You shut his door behind you & chase behind him as he walks into his bedroom & throwing off his hoodie, not even acknowledging you as he does his usual routine.

"So you gonna explain or what? Also turn around when I speak to you, don't be so fucking rude Hyunjin." you utter, speaking to his back as he doesn't even bother looking at you.

"Got nothing to explain. You gonna tell me why you wrote your number on Jisungs arm when I specifically told you what he would be actually wanting from you & after telling you it would be a complete waste of time?" He scoffs, rolling his eyes as he turns around to look back at you, leaning on his desk.

You raise your eyebrows at him, not being able to hold back the shocked laugh at his words. "Are you being fucking serious? First of all Hyunjin, I'm not a kid that you can boss around n second of all, I only gave him my number so he can ask me about anything he needs & I'm basically finished everything I need to do for finals so I don't fucking care about helping your friend out a bit!" you yell back, your heart beginning to race.

"It's fucking obvious he was flirting with you y/n?! Are you really that naive to fucking see it? Sorry to be the one to tell you but it's true." he replies, swinging his arms around & pointing as he speaks.

"So fucking what if he was? It changes absolutely nothing since I'm not interested! But if you want to speak about flirting, you're a huge fucking hypocrite since you were basically drooling over Lisa earlier & you knew I was watching! Your attitude is disgusting & if you're acting like this when we aren't even official then what makes you think that is what I want? You're straight up immature." you shout, your voice going a bit raspy & your hands shaking.

"I did that because I was fucking hurt about what you were doing! & I know we aren't officially together but you haven't been acting as if you want to be with me! You don't even listen to me y/n when I know what the hell I'm talking about. I chosen you for me to actually try get into a relationship with but I'm thinking it's not worth it." he cries out, tears threatening to leave his eyes as he says this, shouting back at you.

"Are you trying to insinuate I'm 'lucky' to be in this position with you, get off your fucking high horse holy shit! I didn't flirt with Han at all but you can't say the same about you & Lisa, how am I supposed to trust you if you act like this over something so small? This isn't even fucking worth it Hyunjin, I'm not going to let you see me as if I'm beneath you." you respond, your voice going monotone at the end as you shake your head at him before turning around to leave, realising this conversation is getting nowhere.

Hyunjin is quick to step across his room & get between you & the bedroom door, blocking you from leaving. "When the hell did I say you're beneath me? Why can't you see how upset I am over all of this? I want to be with you in the future but you are just throwing it back in my fucking face? Do you just like the attention or something? Is that why you just straight up refused to listen to me?" he questions, looking right into your eyes with his own, his eyes being similar to how they looked when he came to your house & confessed to you not too long ago, but with anger mixed in along with them this time.

"You're fucking joking, right? What 'attention' am I getting other than you yelling in my face about it? Stop being such a jealous prick Hyunjin, the future isn't now so you don't have this 'claim' on me like you think you do, as much as I want it & how much you claim yo want to, we aren't fucking dating & you wanna know why I think you're trying to hold back? Is because you like the attention & you won't be able to fuck anyone else without it being considered cheating! Come back to me when you can sort your jealousy & other issues out." You scream at him, a tear or two falling down your cheeks but you're quick to wipe them away, not looking right at him as you speak.

Hyunjin cackles at our words before yet again stopping you from being able to leave, putting his hand on the door handle. "You speak so much stuff that you're convinced you know all about but you couldn't be so wrong it's honestly a joke. I don't want anyone else but you & I've made it so clear since the start, You expect me to not be jealous when someone is fawning over you.. what's mine? Acting as if your blood doesn't boil when anyone flirts with me? You being so pissed about Lisa is a prime example. Stop acting like you're any better than me, that you're not just as possessive over me, you just don't wanna seem like a psycho about it." He replies, his tone still full of venom but no longer yelling at you, tonguing his cheek.

"Why wouldn't I be jealous? I'm clearly threatened by all the girls who drool over you, even more so because I'm not similar to those girls, I'm not as confident or straight up ballsy as them! But the way you've gone about everything is so wrong Hyunjin." You cry, voice lowering to match his but the tears not fully stopping & he takes his finger to wipe them away, pouting.

"I'd be lying if I said you admitting you're jealous isn't hot, but stop fucking worrying, I wouldn't give you the time of day if I wasn't one hundred percent sure. Stop crying too, you don't need to. But being for real, y/n, sto-" He is cut off as your phone begins ringing in the back pocket of your jeans & Hyunjins arm is quick to swing around & pull it out before reading the nameless number, Hyunjin hands it to you with his eyebrows raised, already knowing who it is.

You answer the phone & It's obviously Jisung, who doesn't even give you time to say anything before asking you a whole bunch of questions, saying he is 'stuck' on what to do.

As Jisung speaks, Hyunjin taps the 'speaker' button before ushering you towards his bed, his smirk not leaving his face. You look up at him with confused eyes as the back of your knees hit the bed, making you sit on it before Hyunjin pushes on your shoulder so you're laying fully down, your feet still on the floor of his room before getting on top of you & moving your head to the side before nuzzling his face in your neck, beginning to nibble at it, making you tense up beneath him & your breath hitches.

"Jisung can I call you ba-" You're cut off by Hyunjin nibbling down on your neck as he mumbles a 'nuh uh' & your hand reaches up to pull on Hyunjins hair & he does his best to hold back a groan, his hand slithering down to your jeans, unbuttoning the button after around thirty seconds of trying & then using his hand & legs to push them down just far enough for acccess.

He begins to allow his finger to graze over the outside of your pussy, feeling the fabric of your panties, not failing to feel over the small wet patch now visible as he sucks a dark purple hickey into the crook of your neck & your eyes scrunch together as you bite your lip, trying to not make a sound.

"I did the first two paragraphs but I'm stuck on what quotes to use, I think the ones I've chosen are too short to keep writing about, what quotes did you choose?" Han questions on the other end of the phone but you're barely paying attention as the man above you now wriggles his fingers under your panties, now drawing small circles on your clit, making you gasp.

"You can't use t-the same quotes I use J-jisung, read what you've chose o-out to me." you stutter out, hips grinding against Hyunjins fingers as best as you can with the position you're in.

Jisung begins to read out his quotes & Hyunjin can't help but let out a small chuckle, half at how hard Han is trying but the other half being at how hard you're trying to remain coherent, so he steps up his actions. He cups your pussy before dragging his hand down to your dripping hole & entering two fingers in, a small squelch being heard & your legs tense up even more as you melt into his lips, still suckling hickey after hickey into your neck.

"Y/n? Am I breaking up? We can meet up if you want & you can go over it, I know a café we can meet at if you're free?" He requests & Hyunjin breaks away from you neck to reply for you. "y/n is busy, figure it out." he remarks as he hangs up before turning your phone off & tossing it to the side.

"Didn't know you're into that, y/nnie, you're so wet just from a few touches? So dirty." he remarks, smirking at you before locking his lips with yours, his tongue tasting your own before he even gives you time to respond & you bring your hands to cup his cheeks.

His fingers begin to hit against your G-spot as he uses a 'come here' motion as his thumb begins to rub your clit from side to side, making you whine into his mouth, making him smirk.

You move your arm down, dragging your nails down the front of him & over his abs over his shirt before beginning to palm his cock over his joggers, making his hips jerk forward before changing your position by rolling himself onto the bed & pulling you so you're straddling him, his fingers leaving your cunt as he does so, making you whince.

You begin grinding over his covered hard on after kicking your jeans fully off, you being left in just your shirt & panties. "Maybe you're the dirty one Hyune, can't resist touching me while your friend is on the phone hmm?" You finally have the chance to reply & Hyunjin chuckles as his hands come down to your ass, fondling the skin. "Oh but I can resist, but why would I when it's funny to hear him try ask you out while disguising it as 'studying' while you're at my house currently half naked?" he replies instantly, biting his lip as your wetness is now soaking through your panties & leaving a small spot on his clothes, staining them.

You roll your eyes before you pull his shirt off his body, messing up his hair a bit before you slither yourself off the bed & onto his carpeted floor & tugging on his joggers, his hips raising to help you remove them, leaving him in only his underwear.

"You're being bold for someone who couldn't take more than a quarter of my cock last time you sucked it, you trying to train yourself for Jisung?" he teases, resting his bodyweight on his elbows, looking down at you as you pull his hardened cock out, pumping it slowly in your hand.

"Maybe I just didn't want to take any more seeing since I have no idea where it's been." you spit back, looking up at him as you smirk, your bottom lip in between your teeth as you let a glob of spit escape your lips & fall onto his pretty pink tip. He opens his mouth to respond but you cut his words out of his chest by licking a long strip from just above his base to his tip before letting the tip fall past your lips, suckling on it softly, making him hiss.

You let your tongue swirl against his tip before you begin dipping your head lower, allowing your mouth to take part of his shaft in your mouth too. You are still a bit nervous since it's only your second time sucking cock but Hyunjins words fuel you to prove to him you can take it all, so as he is taking a deep breath out, hand holding your hair out of your face, you force your head down further so over half of his cock is now in your mouth & you hollow your cheeks, making his toes curl & have to consciously try not jerk his hips into your mouth.

"You been practicing y/n? Doing so well, taking it so g-good, so pretty." he groans, lightly slapping your cheeks, feeling his cock through the skin of your cheek, giving him butterflies.

You begin to bob your head up & down his cock as you use your hand to jerk him off in the same rhythm, making his grip in your hair tighter as his groans & hisses get more frequent, making you convinced you're probably leaking your own wetness onto the floor you're situated on.

You let yourself off his cock to catch a breath as you let all the spit that's formed in your mouth get dribbled back onto his cock if it hasn't already fell past your lips & you look up at him with glossy eyes as you pump him at a faster pace, his cheeks blown out & now breathing out his mouth.

"Only practice I've gotten is off the pretty boy I'm looking at right now." you chuckle, honestly having no idea where the confidence is coming from before you blow cold air onto his tip, making him yelp & scrunch his eyes shut before leaning forward to pull you back onto the bed.

"I refuse to cum before fucking you" he mumbles, out of breath as he kisses you again, full of tongue. "Open your mouth." he hushes as he breaks away from your lips, fingers playing with your folds over your panties again, his wet cock against your thigh.

You do as he says & he spits into your mouth, humming as you swallow it, nothing but lust in both of your eyes. "Such a slut deep down, aren't you? You want more? Your hips can't fucking stay still." he chuckles, biting his lip as he looks down at the sight below, your lower half squirming to try get more friction & you just whine.

"Hyune.. Please give me it, don't I deserve it?" You question, seduction tinging your voice & Hyunjin can't stop the feeling of his cheeks & ears going hot, the way you're currently talking making his head spin.

He stands up & pulls you towards the edge of the bed, still laying on your back as he peels off your soiled underwear, your pussy glistening & his mouth waters, deciding to spit right onto your clit, making you whine.

He pushes your legs that little bit further apart before situating himself between them, jerking himself slowly while looking down at you. "How bad do you want it, hmm? tell me how much you want it, pretty." he speaks, not looking away from your pretty face as he hits his tip against your clit, making a tiny, sticky slapping noise. "Hyune I deserve it, want it so much, don't I? Look how wet I am for you." you whine, fingers trailing down to spread your lips, exposing your hole to him.

Hyunjin groans at the action , his cock twitching as he aligns himself up with your entrance. "Say it one more time, didn't quite hear you." he replies, hand caressing the inside of your thigh as he drags his cock up & down your folds. "Hyunjin please just put it in! I need it s-" Your cries are cut off as he pushes his tip past your hole & sheaves into you until his pretty, full & heavy balls are against your skin, making you gasp.

"You're so tight, Jisung not fucking you right?" He asks, trying to sound calm & collected when in reality he is trying to not cum on the spot, your warm, wet walls wrapping around his dick perfectly. "t-stop winding me up hyune, please move." you whine in response, making Hyunjin smirk as he retracts his hips before thrusting back into you, knocking the air out of your lungs.

He sets a slow but powerful pace, small squelching noises & both of your whines & grunts filling not only his bedroom but the entire apartment. "For someone wh-who's such a fu-fuckboy, you're not fucking me l-like one." You struggle but get the words out, wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine & it works as he grunts before pushing the backs of your thighs up against your chest before beginning to pound into you, making you squeal.

"You wanna try repeat that for me, hmm? You're saying that as if anyone can fuck you like this but me, your cunt is mine, can't your brain understand that or are you just too much of a whore to only want one dick?" He snaps at you, his hair sticking to his forehead because of the sweat as he abuses your cunt, his thumb reaching down to your cunt, making you yelp & your hips begin meeting his thrusts halfway.

You shake your head but he isn't happy with that response & he grabs your face by the cheeks, forcing you to look up at him as he leans forward. "Words, y/n, where did your boldness go, hmm? Who's pussy is this? Tell m-me." He asks, breath quick & short as he doesn't slow down for even a second, letting out a hiss as you reach up to his back & digging your nails into him on accident, for sure leaving marks later but none of you bothering to care.

"Y-y-yours! Hyun-jin I'ma c-cum." you screech, brain going completely blank, your body almost exploding with sensation. Hyunjin smirks at you before standing upright again, continuing his assault on your swollen cunt. "Cum for me then, show me how good I-I make you feel, Only I can do this for you, can't I? Only I know how to m-make you feel so good, you look so beautiful under me, you need to see." he groans back at you, throwing his head back momentarily before looking back down at you as you cum around his cock, wriggling & squirming as it washes over you, your knuckles going white from the grip you have on his bedsheets.

He fucks you through your orgasm, leaving you breathless before he pulls out. You don't have much time to question it however as he pulls out of you & grabbing your phone off the floor before returning to you.

"Gonna show you how fucking hot you look, It's on your phone so it's just for your eyes, no stress." He says, breathless as he turns on the video option before pressing record & sliding himself back into you, your orgasm forming a white ring around his base.

You clench around his thick cock, partly from overstimulation as he begins pumping into you again, chasing his own release now. The camera is pointed at you so you decide to act up a little, pulling your shirt above your tits, exposing your hardened buds to the camera & cold air of the room, making Hyunjin whine. "Look how beautiful you are y/n, you're anything & everything I could e-ever fucking want, taking me so well, I've t-trained you to take my c-cock so well." he says in a husky voice, his throat now dry as he continues ogling you, looking down at your swollen, reddened pussy, dragging the phone down to let the screen get a good look too, watching it tense & clench around him, making his knees almost buckle.

His eyes widen as your fingers move up to your pretty tits as you begin playing with your own nipples, tugging & pulling on them before raising your fingers to Hyunjins lips & he gladly suckles on them, moaning onto them before you pull them out of his mouth & caress your now spit covered nipples softly.

"You like the c-camera, beautiful? You-you're so dirty, so p-perfect for me. Turn your pretty face to the side, show the camera w-what you let me do to you y/nnie" He groans, his voice high pitched & squeaky & you do as he says instantly, not fully processing what he meant or said as he move the camera upwards, showing the purple marks he has inprinted on your skin.

"G-gonna cum y/n." he forces the words out & before you even realise, you're wrapping your legs around his waist & pulling him towards you. He tosses the phone to the side again before falling onto his elbows on each side of your head & you use the rest of your strength to tilt your head up enough to connect your lip to his neck & you begin pinching the skin of his neck with your teeth & you suck a big purplish red mark into his neck as his own orgasm washes over him.

He melts into your skin as his orgasm fills you, coating your walls & giving you goose bumps. You let him fully lay on you as you softly kiss his neck & earlobe, letting him catch his breath back as you also try relax your own breathing.

You lay like this for a minute or two in complete silence as you now begin playing with Hyunjins wet hair, before tears start leaving your eyes. You begin to sniffle & Hyunjins brain switches itself back on as he pushes his head up from your neck to look at you, now crying.

"Y/nnie, why are you crying? Did I hurt you?" He begins to panic as he moves off of you to start checking you but you sit up too, basically following him as you wrap your arms around him, pulling him back down to you.

"Just stay here f'r a bit, Hyune I'm sorry, I didn't know how upset I would make you." you sniffle, not looking right at him as he looks at your reddened face, his heart hurting. "I'm sorry too, I don't want you to feel insecure, I was being stupid. Can we.. go on a proper date? I know it's not the most romantic time or place to ask but I was n still am serious about only wanting you y/n, I mean it, pinkie swear." He asks you in a soft voice & he holds out his pinkie to you & you can't help but let out a small giggle as you interlock them together then kissing your thumbs before locking in the promise.

"Took you long enough to fucking ask me." You reply as you wipe the tears off your cheeks, reaching up to kiss Hyunjin on the cheek & his already red cheeks get an even darker shade.

"Better late than never, Stay here n I'm gonna get us a drink n we can go for a bath." He kisses your forehead before getting off of you but he takes the time to shuffle you up to his pillows & laying your head on it as he grabs his bed throw & lays you under it so you're not just sitting there, before leaving the room dancing & singing.

"Y/n & Hyunjin sitting in a tree" He sings out loud as he walks around his house & you can't help but laugh. "Stop singing that or I'll change my mind!" You yell & he shuts up instantly (not including the whine of protest he yells back), making you laugh to yourself.

I'm not completely sure I want to do a fourth part to this so in case this is actually the finale, I really hope everyone who has taken the time to read it has enjoyed reading the past 3 parts as much as I enjoyed writing them & thank you for all the kind words! <3

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Guilty as Sin? — Chapter Seven

pairing: professor!javier peña x f!reader

rating: series is 18+ only, minors DNI, professor/student dynamic, oral (m!rec}, alcohol consumption, essentially just porn with plot, these two are in LOVE babes

word count: 3.8k

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The restaurant Javi had picked out was attached to the lake resort, a casual steakhouse with balcony seating that overlooked the water. You watched the yellow lights from the resort dance across the soft ripples on the lake a story below in between glances at Javier. He’d chosen a simple navy blue sweater and dark jeans for tonight, a casual and absolutely fucking delicious sight that had you reaching for your wine to quell your thirst. Javier scanned the menu that he held in one hand while intertwining his fingers with yours across the table, the gesture doing little to settle the rapid beat of your heart.

Beyond the sex—which was certainly the best you’d ever had in your life—there was so much to love about him. He was kind, generous, an active listener, intelligent, and funny when he wanted to be, all put together in a stunningly masculine package that had your thighs squeezing together every time his dark eyes found you staring.

“What?” he asked, one corner of his mouth tilting up slightly. He brought your joined hands over to his lips, placing a gentle kiss over your knuckles before bringing it back to the table.

“You’re just very nice to look at,” you said, biting your lip to try and contain your smile. Javier laid his menu down before moving chairs to come sit directly beside you. You leaned into him, resting your chin on his shoulder as you shared your menu with him. “What looks good?”

“You,” he murmured into your ear before giving your temple a sweet kiss. “I’ve been trying to read this damn menu for ten minutes now, but I keep getting distracted.”

“Wonder why.” You shrugged, lowering your hand to his thigh just to feel him tense.

Javier leaned into your ear again, whispering, “Are you trying to make me lose my mind? Because it’s working.”

You grinned, completely lost in this blissful bubble the two of you had managed to create against all odds. “You know, I’m fine with ordering room service instead.”

Javier leaned back, raising his brow at you. “I was supposed to be giving you your first good date. What happened to that, you seductress?”

“Guess you have a point,” you said, giving him a soft smile as you carded your fingers through his hair.

“I usually do,” he quipped.

“On the other hand…” You smirked, reaching for his hand as it rested on his knee. Sliding his warm palm up your jean clad thigh—you were forced to change after Javi destroyed your tights—you locked eyes with him as you guided his hand between your thighs. “You should know I’m not wearing any underwear.”

Javi let out a soft, lustful sigh at your warmth. He cursed as he leaned in, holding your face in his free hand. You hummed into the kiss, feeling grateful that no one else had chosen to sit out in the brisk early fall air tonight. No, it was just you and him, the stars on the water, and a whole mess of feelings.

“Fuck, as much as I want to bend you over this table right now, we should probably stop before the waiter catches us,” he mumbled against your lips, sliding his hand away from your center and letting it rest above your knee with a gentle squeeze. He sat back in his chair, lifting the menu back into view while you eyed him with lust drunk eyes. “I can feel you undressing me with your eyes, cariño.”

“I could be undressing you with my hands,” you replied, turning away from him with a smitten grin. “But fine. I guess I’ll just have to pester you with more questions to distract myself.”

“I guess you will,” he said, fighting back a smile.

“Alright,” you laughed, biting your lip as you watched him study the menu. “How many girlfriends have you had?”

Javier raised a brow at you. “Serious ones?”

“Sure,” you shrugged.

“One,” he replied. “Through high school until the end of my undergrad degree.”

“So you’ve been single all this time?” You eyed him suspiciously, giving him a playful side eye.

“There something wrong with that?” he asked, leaning forward into your space, his gaze locked on your lips. “If I wasn’t single all this time then I never would’ve gotten to meet you.”

“What a line,” you laughed, earning a dimpled smile from Javi. “What happened between you and your ex?”

“She wanted more than what I could give at the time,” he answered, shrugging his shoulders. “I was young and just getting started in the world. She wanted marriage and a family, which I did too, just…not at twenty-three. I tried to do it, though. Proposed and everything, but as the months ticked by, I just…couldn’t. So I called it off, left town, and started my career.”

“Do you ever regret it?” you asked, no judgment to be found in your tone, just genuine curiosity. Javier shook his head, giving your knee a squeeze.

“No,” he said. “I meant it when I said if my life hadn’t played out this way, I wouldn’t be here. And here is somewhere I really fucking love being.”

You lifted your hand to his chin, pulling him in for another kiss. It seemed like you’d never get tired of this wanting you felt every time you so much as looked at him, let alone when he goes and says shit like that.

“Alright, are we ready to order?” The waiter appeared out of nowhere, catching the two of you mid-makeout. You pulled away from Javi with a bashful smile, reaching for the menu and choosing the first entree that sounded good. Javier opted to have the same, only switching out your choice of mashed potatoes for a baked potato.

The waiter left, taking the useless menus with him. “Interesting choice with the baked potato.”

“What?” he chuckled. “They’re the best way to have a potato.”

“Strongly disagree,” you gasped, clutching your non-existent pearls. “Fries are the best, mashed potatoes are second, and a baked potato might come in at like number five.”

“So this is our first argument,” he laughed. “I’ll let you have this one.”

“And the next, and the one after that,” you added, leaning back into him like a moth drawn to a flame.

“You can have them all as long as you keep looking at me like that,” he murmured, ghosting his lips over yours. You laughed, pecking his lips while wearing a lovesick smile. “So now that you got to ask—“

“Oh no,” you chuckled, settling back into your seat and bringing your drink up for a sip.

“How many serious relationships have you had?”

“One, really,” you said, scrunching your nose at the thought of Micah. “Serial cheater, sometimes called me mommy in bed, all around horrible.”

“Mommy?” Javier snorted as he took a sip of his beer. “Jesus. I’m starting to wonder whether it’s just your generation of men that suck this bad or if you just have really shitty luck.”

“You’re one of one, Javier Peña,” you said. “That’s why I’m hoping to keep you around.”

Javier smiled, taking a long sip from his beer. “Well, I’m not going anywhere.”

“No?” you asked, grinning against the rim of your wine glass. “Not even if I told you I’ve been known to snore every now and again?”

“Now that changes things,” he said, eyeing you in mock consideration. “I think I’ll learn to live with it. Or I’ll just get some earplugs.”

“Anything I need to be warned about?”

“I smoke and I’m a terrible cook,” he replied. “Also a bit of an insomniac, but it’s not like I’ll be getting any sleep anyways with all your snoring.”

“A match made in heaven,” you mused. “Aside from the forced-to-keep-it-a-secret part.”

“Maybe not for much longer,” he said, nervously glancing at his lap.

“What do you mean?” you chuckled.

“I mean…I got a job offer from the DA’s office,” he replied, his eyes bouncing back and forth between yours as he watched you take in this incredibly exciting news. “And I know it’s early, and things aren’t, you know, official with us, but I was already considering quitting teaching before meeting you, and now…”

“And now?” you asked, your voice hardly louder than a whisper. Javier took in a deep, steadying breath and gave you a boyish smile that brought out a dimple.

“And now all I want to do is find a way for us to be together without all this sneaking around and shit,” he shrugged. “I didn’t want to tell you to put any pressure on you or anything, but regardless of where you and I stand, I think I’m gonna take the offer.”

“When would you start?” you asked, tracing your fingertip along the rim of the glass as you tried to comprehend the fact that this man was willing to switch careers in order to be with you.

It had only taken him two months of knowing you to decide that you were worth that much, even if he didn’t know where the two of you stood. The thought alone was enough to have you ready to hand your heart over.

“After the semester ends,” he replied, his knee bouncing under the table as he continued to study your reaction. “I can’t tell what you’re thinking, so could you put me out of my misery and—“

“Javi, I…” You laughed, shaking your head at the miracle that was Javier Peña. “I’d do this thing in secret for a lifetime as long as it meant I got to do it with you, but the idea of getting to kiss you in public or even just hold your hand…it feels like a dream. So that’s what I’m thinking, that you are a really fucking good dream I don’t want to wake up from.”

Javier leaned in, giving you a kiss. “So I’ll take that to mean you want to do this thing for real?”

You laughed, nodding as you gave his lips another soft peck.

“All of it. Snoring and burnt dinners, included.”

You clung to Javi’s arm as you made your way out of the restaurant after dinner, tipsy on wine and Javier’s smile. He’d been whispering nothing but filth into your ear since he asked for the check, his lips grazing against the shell of your ear as you walked down the hall to your suite.

“You’re talking a big game,” you teased, nudging his shoulder with your own. “Maybe I have some plans of my own.”

“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow as he slid the key card out of his pocket. “And what are these plans of yours?”

“Well, to start…I’d like to get you out of these clothes,” you said, biting your lip.

“That’s doable,” he smirked, turning the handle of the door and swinging it open while keeping his eyes on yours. “Then what, hermosa?”

“Well,” you started, leading him into the room just to turn around and back him against the door as he let it click shut behind him. You slid your hands down his stomach to palm him through his jeans. “You’ve gotten to taste me a few times now, but I still haven’t gotten to taste you.”

Javier groaned, settling his hands on either side of your face as he kissed you. You moaned into it, your hands steady as they undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. Javier hissed, breaking the kiss to look down as you took him in your hand and gave him a teasing stroke.

“Is that what you want, Javi?” you purred, using your free hand to guide his eyes back to yours. Javi looked at you like you held the world in your hands, his brows laced together and lips parted in reverence as you gave him another teasingly slow pump. “You want my lips around—“

Javier cut you off with a groan, settling his hands on your hips as he walked you backwards into the room with his lips devouring your own. You smiled into the kiss, fighting back a laugh as he tripped over your feet, almost sending the two of you onto the carpeted floor.

“You’re so fucking…” His words trailed off as he let his hands travel up your curves before cupping the weight of your breasts in each. Your laughter faded into a soft gasp as he slid his hands back town to give your ass a squeeze, seemingly unable to decide on what he wanted to worship more. “You’re going to ruin me for all women.”

“Only fair seeing as you’ve ruined me for all men and myself, remember?” Javier laughed, kissing you once before stepping back to shed his clothes. You sat down on the edge of the bed, leaning back on your elbows as you watched him undress. “You’re so nice to look at, Javi.”

He laughed, taking his length in hand and stroking it while you devoured the sight with lust-blown pupils. “You’re gonna make me blush.”

“Looks like you’re already blushing,” you quipped, leaning forward to take over for him, stroking your hand up and down his angry arousal. “Is this all for me, Javi?”

He nodded, licking his lips as he watched you lower yourself to your knees in front of him. He stroked his thumb over your cheek as you stared up at him with an innocent look in your eyes—or, as innocent as you could look while stroking his dick. “Fuck. You’re so beautiful, baby.”

“Yeah?” You keened at the compliment, a love-starved woman being fed for the first time in years. “Do you think I’ll look as beautiful with my lips wrapped around your cock?”

Javier groaned, his cock twitching at the question. “How about you show me?”

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his reddened tip, the barely there touch causing his stomach to clench. Dragging the tip of your flattened tongue from base to tip, you wrapped your lips around him just far enough to tease before releasing him with a pop. “On the bed.”

Javier raised an eyebrow at you but obeyed, positioning himself on his back in the middle of the giant mattress. “You like being the one in control, hermosa?”

You climbed onto the bed, sitting between his thighs and wrapping your fist around his base. “Sometimes.”

“Then go ahead,” he urged with a smile. “Take control, baby. It’s all yours.”

You smirked, shuffling down to lay on your stomach as you twisted your hand up and down his throbbing cock just to hear him let out a soft hiss. Bringing your lips to his balls, you gave them a suck, your thumb swiping over the precum that leaked from his tip.

“Fuck,” he moaned, letting his head fall back against the pillow.

You released his balls with a pop, dragging your tongue up his shaft before taking him in deep until you were kissing your closed fist. You worked in tandem with your strokes, flattening your tongue along the underside of his cock as you bobbed up your head and down. Your spit-slick hand followed your lips with a firm squeeze that had his thighs twitching every time you reached his sensitive head.

“Shit, cariño,” he hissed, one hand cupping your jaw as he sat up on one elbow to watch you. You stared into those brown eyes that reminded you of warm molasses, relishing in every grunt and groan you pulled from his perfectly bowed lips.

You could’ve been there for a minute or an hour, a moment or a lifetime, but this thing between the two of you seemed to defy the laws of space and time. You weren’t hiding out in a hotel room counting the minutes until you’d have to return to secrecy. No, you were simply a woman worshiping the man who’d revived your faith in goodness, in love.

“Baby,” he moaned, brows furrowed and eyes fluttering with every sinful gluck as you swallowed him down your throat. “Baby, shit. H-hold on. I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.“

“I want you to,” you said, your voice hoarse and desperate.

Javier shuddered, nodding his head as he watched you take him back into your mouth, his hands now gripping the sheets as you increased your efforts. “Fuck. Fuck, I’m…fuck.”

You hummed, running your free hand over the expanse of his stomach as you held him in deep, letting him come down your throat. He tasted slightly salty, slightly sweet, and surprisingly addictive. You’d never particularly enjoyed the taste of someone else, but be it love or lust or sheer infatuation, you really fucking enjoyed Javi’s.

“Baby, fuck,” he rasped, running his hand over your hair as you cleaned his sensitive cock with your tongue, making a show of it. “Come up here so I can kiss those fucking lips.”

“But…I just—“

“Do I look like I give a fuck about that?” he asked, a rhetorical question given the raise of his eyebrow as he stared you down. “Come here, hermosa.”

You crawled up his body, leaving kisses up his stomach, chest, and neck before hesitantly ghosting your lips over his. “You’re sure it’s not gross?”

“Do you think it’s gross to kiss me after I eat your pussy?” he asked, placing a feather light kiss against your lips.

“No, I think it’s hot,” you replied, your voice a husky whisper.

“Mmhm,” he hummed, lifting his hand to rest on the curve of your jaw. “Dame un beso.”

You smiled, letting out a soft laugh as you leaned in to kiss him exactly how he wanted it. Deep, slow, and so fucking sexy you couldn’t help but grind your panty-covered core against his softened length.

“You’re too clothed,” he murmured against your lips, his hands sliding down to your ass to palm you through your jeans.

“Mm,” you hummed, kissing your way down his neck. “I’m busy.”

“Doing what?” he asked, reaching between your thighs to put some pressure on your clit as you rocked against his hand.

“Leaving my mark,” you moaned, sucking on the soft skin where his shoulder met his neck. Low enough to hide beneath a collar during class, but high enough to give you glimpses of it when you got him alone.

Javier hissed, rolling you onto your back. You laughed, combing your fingers through his hair as he unbuttoned your jeans and peeled them off your legs. He stared at the wet spot on your panties, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip. “Now I get to leave a few marks.”

“But I need to shower,” you said, coaxing his eyes back to yours.

“Am I invited?” he asked, hiking up the hem of your sweater to place soft kisses across your stomach. Something about him worshiping the part that brought you the most insecurity was so healing, especially after a relationship full of cruel criticism of your body.

“You’re always invited,” you replied, trying to calm the pounding in your chest.

“Alright,” he said, sitting back onto his knees. “I can leave my mark in the shower and then come back and do it again in this bed. And then in my bed, in your bed, in any fucking room I can get you alone in.”

“I’ll be covered in hickeys, then,” you laughed.

“I’ll only leave them where you and I can see,” he promised. “And only when you want me to.”

“You’re a dream,” you mused, pulling him back down for another kiss that would haunt your memories long after you died.

“How are we gonna do this once we go back tomorrow?” you asked, tracing your initials across his bare chest as you laid in the darkness with him. He’s just devoted an hour to getting you to climax after climax, the shower you took earlier only acting as a prelude to what he had planned for the bed. “Once I’m back to being your student, I mean.”

“We’ll have to be discreet,” he said, shifting to lay on his side, his elbow propping up his head. “But besides that…it’s just a normal relationship.”

“Except people in normal relationships can go out and not worry about being seen together,” you countered with a half-smile.

It wasn’t that you cared about going out or anything like that, but there was a gnawing insecurity that perhaps over time Javi would grow tired of the sneaking around and look for someone who he could have a normal life with, one that didn’t involve this much careful planning.

“It’s only for a few more months,” he assured, stroking his hand up and down your side. “Until then, we’ll just have to find ways to entertain ourselves while we hole up together. I already have a few ideas.”

“I bet I can guess exactly what kind of ideas are floating around up there,” you said, lightly tapping your finger against his temple. Javier moved to nip at your finger, earning a laugh.

“I was actually talking about showing you my Lego collection,” he returned with a smirk. “I just got the Death Star. Kind of a big deal.”

“You’re serious, aren’t you?” You giggled as he nodded.

“Dead serious,” he replied with a laugh. “It’s a good way to busy the mind, or at least that’s what I’m telling myself.”

“Does your mind need busying?” His smile faded into something more somber.

“Sometimes,” he confessed. “I saw a lot of stuff with the DEA, and sometimes the memories come back with a vengeance. Instead of chainsmoking and whoring around like I used to do, I choose to block out those memories with building the fucking Death Star. Healthy, right?

You gave him an empathetic smile, relating to the sadness in his eyes that he tried to cover up with humor. You, too, had a lot of memories to avoid touching, although they likely didn’t hold a candle to the shit he must’ve dealt with. Nevertheless, like calls to like. “I think it’s very healthy, actually. So healthy, in fact, that you’ve convinced me to join you. So it’s too late to take back your invitation, basically.”

Javier laughed, a bit of light fighting back against the darkness in his eyes as he leaned in to give you a chaste kiss.

“I…” He stopped himself, shaking his head as he stared into your eyes. “Nevermind.”

“What?” you laughed.

“I just…I almost said something I have no business saying,” he shrugged. “The kind of thing that’s supposed to take longer than this to feel, so I’ll wait, but…I feel it.”

You knew the feeling well, the four letter word dancing on the tip of your tongue all night. But it was too soon for that, too soon for confessions as heavy as the one that weighed on your heart. You were falling in love with him, quickly and helplessly and without thinking of what it would feel like when you finally hit the ground.

“Me too,” you said instead.

For now, it would have to be enough.

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I love your recommendations, you find a lot of good books I've never heard about!. Where do you learn about books?

great question, and ty! as a writer, I get 'sneak peeks' into a lot of newish books via blurb/review requests, as well as my relationship with independent presses and magazines. but it's pretty easy for the average reader to keep abreast of cool new books by signing up for press newsletters/checking their sites - some worth following are featherproof (my press!), Tin House, Feminist Press, Kernpunkt, McSweeney's, Split/Lip [I'm a first reader for them!], Coffee House, Fitzcarraldo Editions, Ugly Duckling Presse, AK Press, Arsenal Pulp, 11:11 Press, Sarabande Books, Black Lawrence...I could go on, but I'll spare you. But yeah, sign up for these folks' newsletters!

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Blurb rec!!! Can you do when Jude and reader have a toddler and they are at Jude’s parents house and their toodlers just randomly ask how baby’s are made in front of everybody (also this is just a rec feel free to ignore)🙏🏽

you guys hadn't been over to see his parents for a while and so when jude had a few days off you decided to go over with your little boy and see his parents. you had had a lovely afternoon together, a picnic in the park by their house and then back to theirs to watch a film together. you put on a film but you were all chatting over it you and jobe talked about how his football is going while jude talked to his parents about what you guys were planning on doing for christmas this year. your toddler was sat on the carpet playing with a race car that jobe bought for him when all of a sudden he asked how babies are made. you and jude look at each other in shock while jobe and his dad try to hold back their laughter. you and jude both stumbled over an answer not really knowing what to say in response, but his mum managed to save you both and tell your little one that a stalk brings you a baby when you want one. your toddler being the smart boy he is had more questions about this, not quite believing what his grandma had said. you held your head in your hands, now trying to hold your laughter back at the situation, you were in for a long evening.

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in your arms forever — chapter three. | p.js

chapter two | series masterlist | epilogue.

pairing: park jongseong x fem reader

chapter summary: jake struggles to make sure you are okay as you fall into a state of heartbreak over your fiancé leaving you. jay’s mother is furious with him for ruining her plans and decides to take action into her own hands.

warnings: assault, attempted murder, pregnancy, assault against a pregnant woman, mentions of abortion, drugging, implied child abuse, (very) minor character death, kidnapping, use of guns, smut (not as heavy as the last chapter), oral (fem rec), breeding kink, creampie, slightly rough sex, spanking, dom! jay, sub! reader. also, jay gets slapped twice 😭 sorry

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note: so sorry for the long wait 😓 i wanted to take a break from writing but now im back! this chapter is much more intense and violent than the previous ones, but the epilogue will be very sweet and fluffy (and steamy :)) ~ feedback is greatly encouraged and always feel free to ask questions ^^

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“I’m taking you to the hospital,” Jake said sternly. One hand was pressed gently up against your back and the other was holding your hair back tightly as you spilled the contents of your stomach up into the toilet bowl. This was the second time today, and you lost count of how many times you’ve thrown up this week.

You were too preoccupied to verbally protest so you shook your head. Jake scanned your body in frustration, knowing you were going to refuse due to your depressive state and your unwillingness to step outside of the manor.

It had been a week and a half since Jay left the face of the earth. Jake was rather blindsided by all of it, not entirely in the know of why you two fell out. Almost every time he called Jay, he didn’t pick up. On the rare occasions, he did get back to Jake and all he would say was, “Keep an eye out for Y/N. I'll talk to you later.”

Jay had called off the wedding, and the day you found out it was like something within you shattered. Jake hadn’t known you for very long, but the blissful and carefree personality you used to dawn when you were with Jay was completely gone. He couldn’t count with his hands the number of times he heard you crying from your bedroom.

Jake wanted to curse at his childhood friend for leaving you so broken. Not only had you fallen into a state of distress, but your body was growing weaker. He never believed in heartbreak being able to cause sickness, but you were a prime example of such a health condition.

For the past few mornings, it was like your stomach could not handle any of the food you ate, and he was worried soon enough you would be throwing up stomach acid, which could be deeply dangerous.

Every time he urged you to let him take you to the hospital, you always told him no, and today was no different. However, he was done asking for your permission.

“I’m fine, I’m fine, don’t take me to the hospital. I just need some water,” you began to stand up on shaky legs before Jake grabbed you by the waist to help steady you. You saw the look on his face in the mirror. He was glaring at your back, sighing loudly in frustration.

“Water isn’t going to fix this, Y/N, you’ve been sick for days,” he said sternly. You turned around to try and protest, but he quickly stopped it by placing a finger on your lips and shutting you up, “Nope. Nu-uh, this isn’t negotiable.”

Jay told Jake you couldn’t leave the manor under any circumstances, but surely he would make an exception to this. He knew deep inside that whatever happened between you two didn't stop the love Jay had for you, and he wouldn't want to see the love of his life sick like this.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?!” Jay’s voice echoed through the walls of the Park manor. His mother was sitting on the living room couch, her fingers wrapped around a glass of brandy, her face showing no reaction to her son’s harsh words.

“That’s no way to speak to your mother, sweetheart. Why don’t you come sit down?” she smiled at him, patting the cushion beside her as though she had no care in the world.

Jay felt like he was going to burst into flames. “You told me you would leave Y/N out of this, you promised me.”

“I did promise not to hurt her. But tell me, son, does your fiancé have a scratch on her head? Did I hit her, send my men after her, or drown her in the Styx? No? So why all the drama?”

In all honesty, Aeri wasn’t entirely too sure why Jay ever cared so much about you.

She remembered him asking her—pretty much begging—to not hurt you because you were the only innocent member of your family. Aeri always chalked it up to Jay having a softer heart compared to her.

Jay always thought of himself as a monster, never being able to erase the blood on his hands that he spilt in the name of his mother. However, if Jay was a monster, Aeri was a demoness in human form. If it weren’t for Jay’s aversion, you and many other innocent people would have probably been killed by her.

“You didn’t even tell me of your plan to poison her, I thought were supposed to be a team—”

“Poison her? Did I raise a man-child? A philtre is no poison, I just made her fall in love with you. Is that so bad? I wasn’t planning on ever laying a hand on her, I just wanted her to feel the pain in her heart of knowing someone she loved never loved her back.”

Oh, she didn’t even begin to know how wrong she was.

“It doesn’t matter. You should’ve never begun to make those stupid fucking drinks. They made you so power-hungry I can barely recognise you. You cannot control everyone around you,” his voice was hoarse as it strained from all the yelling he’d done previously. He could feel his throat becoming dry.

Aeri looked him up and down in disappointment, sucking at her teeth and sighing quietly, “I noticed you took some yourself. The antidote I think? So I’m guessing Y/N is back to hating you and pining after that Sunghoon boy,” Aeri was holding back her anger from knowing that Jay ruined her entire plan by giving you the antidote and letting you go free, but knew she would eventually have it under control.

Her words stung Jay in the heart, filling it with bitter poison. The love of his life was gone, at the snap of a finger. Knowing that the brief moment of bliss shared by you two was all under the control of his wretched mother made him feel sick in the stomach. What made him feel especially disgusting was that he used you while you were intoxicated.

He let his love for you make him lose track of logic, and he ended up hurting you in the process.

Aeri took one more swig of her brandy before she said, “I hope you know, Jay, I don’t get why you’re so hurt by this. You barely know the girl.”

Jay clenched his fist he felt his fingernails cutting into his palms, most likely leaving bright red marks on the skin. Aeri finally looked over at her son, into his darkened eyes that were swimming in turmoil. It suddenly came to her.

“You’re in love with her,” Aeri declared, her eyes glinting in realisation.

Jay’s eyes failed him as they immediately gave away how he was feeling. He shook his head, “No, I’m not.” It was too late however, Aeri had finally realised what this was all about.

Aeri slammed her glass on the coffee table and began to laugh maniacally. Her eyes sparked with delight. “Oh Gods, this really didn’t work out the way I wanted it,” she placed a palm on her stomach as she continued to giggle, “How ironic. This whole time I needed you to break her heart, and yet she turned the tables on me. That little bitch.”

Jay tried once more, knowing this was dangerous information for his mother to know, “I am not in love with her. You aren’t fucking listening to me.”

“Do not lie to me, son,” she stood up from the couch, and the fierce look in her eye almost took Jay back to when he was a little boy, when all he wanted was for his mother and father to love him back, and he never understood why they continued to hurt him.

Jay felt pathetic as he averted his gaze from her in fear. He was scared for himself, but also for you. Now that his mother knew he was in love with you, he knew danger was coming your way.

“Are you thinking of Charlotte, sweetheart?” Aeri asked with the most obviously fake concern she could muster. Her lips curled into a smirk when Jay snapped his head at her in shock. He hadn’t heard that name in years, except for in his occasional nightmares.

“Why would you bring her up?” Jay asked his voice with a hint of betrayal.

“You think I’m going to kill another one of your girls, and that’s why you have you’re here, isn’t it? Tail tucked between your legs, begging me to have mercy on poor little Y/N.” Aeri pouted her lips mockingly.

Jay’s mind flashed back to when he was sixteen. He had just started his first year at the St. Justinian Academy, and he had found himself falling for Charlotte Kim, a student one year his senior.

He remembered how enamoured he was with her, and how incredible it felt to be loved back when he had never experienced it before. She was smart, witty and much more mature than he was at the time. It was what most people would have considered puppy love.

On his eighteenth birthday, she hadn’t shown up to the gathering. When he spoke to her a week later, she broke his heart by telling him she couldn’t keep seeing him. In a snap of her fingers, the love that he nurtured and woke up every day for was gone.

While Jay was still waiting to graduate from St. Justinian, Charlotte had already gone abroad to university. He had thought a long-distance relationship wouldn’t be an issue until they slowly and slowly started to drift apart.

It turned out that Charlotte had cheated on him with an older man at her university, and the guilt of her unfaithfulness made her begin to ignore him through the last few months of their relationship. It broke Jay to pieces, and although he was furious, all he wanted was for her to leave his life, and never come back.

When his mother found out, however, she had different plans. Jay wouldn’t have seen it coming from a mile away, as one day he turned on the television and heard the news of a young female socialite turning up dead, her body found floating in the Styx.

His mind completely broke afterwards. Jay felt his heart get ripped out of his chest, never having expected his mother to go as far as to do something so heinous. Aeri did not even try to deny it, telling him sternly that nothing would ever hurt him without proper repercussion.

Ever since he was eighteen, Jay had vowed to not fall in love. He had no trust in his mother after the death of Charlotte and feared that any person he got too close to would risk the same fate. That was until he met you. Three years ago, when he was just twenty-four years old, he risked your life by falling in love with you, and now he was reaping what he’d sown.

“Is that why you married her? So you could protect her from me? Oh sweet child,” Aeri placed her finger underneath Jay’s chin, pulling it downwards so he could face her. Although the Parks were known to be very tall, the son still hovered over the matriarch. “You know I love you. How can you blame me for what happened to Charlotte when she hurt my sweet boy?”

“What happened to Charlotte? Are you serious? You murdered her. She had a family, she was so young.”

“And she was out being a whore, fucking around with pathetic school boys while my brilliant son, who was far too good for her may I add, was waiting for her patiently. I don’t take that kind of betrayal lightly,” she sneered.

“My betrayal is not for you to avenge,” he said. You should’ve been there for me, comforted me and told me I would be alright. You should’ve acted like a mother, not an executioner, he wanted to continue.

Aeri shook her head, stubborn as ever, “One day you will become a father and you will understand.”

“You’re psychotic if you think I’d ever do something like that,” he fumed.

“That’s rich of you to say, sweetheart. You have just as much blood on your hands as me, if not more.”

“Under your orders.”

“Oh is that so? I don’t remember ever asking you to kill Marco,” she directed. Jay felt as though he was finally cornered. His eyes darkened at the reminder of your former guard and the vile things he did to you.

“He assaulted Y/N—,” he began shakily before he was cut off.

“Ahh, so you do know what it means to kill for those you love. I never thought I’d end up raising such a hypocrite.”

Jay’s eyes darkened. In his head, he imagined grabbing his mother by the neck and screaming at her from all the frustrations he had built up inside him through the years.

“I don’t want to repeat myself. Do not lay a hand on her,” he said.

“She broke your heart, sweetheart. That must not go unpunished,” she said nonchalantly.

She couldn’t be fucking serious. “You were the one who controlled her! She didn’t break my heart, you did by fucking drugging her!”

He felt the heat of her palm strike him in the cheek. He hadn’t flinched, but his eyes gave away the hurt he felt. Once more, it was like he time travelled back to his adolescence. “I’ve had enough with you. Who do you think you are speaking to your mother that way? I will have that girl be hanged for all I care, she’s been a nuisance enough to me.”

“Mother—”

“Shut up. That bitch and that family are going down in flames, and I’m done playing these little games,” Aeri’s eyes were dark and oozing with anger. Her calm demeanour from earlier in the night was gone. “I thought you were better than this, Jay. You know what they did, how dare you go against me?”

“She had nothing to do with it.”

She refused to listen. “I don’t fucking care,” she turned to face the men standing in the doorway, “Guards, if you see my son trying to leave the premises, detain him immediately,” then she turned back to him, with the most terrifying look in her eyes, “If you’re smart enough, you will stay out of my way. There’s nothing more you can do to protect that little bitch.”

“Well congratulations, Miss,” the doctor called out as she walked into the waiting room with a pile of documents in her hand, “After conducting our tests, we’ve concluded that you’re four weeks pregnant.”

Jake’s eyes flew open the same way your mouth did after hearing the news. You stared down at the ground, letting the news seep into you.

Pregnant. Four weeks. You were trying to piece together the timeline as you wondered when it could’ve been that Jay got you pregnant, as it’s been around three months since you’ve been engaged to him.

Your hands began to tremble at the realisation that it didn’t really matter when or where you got pregnant given that Jay had chosen to walk out of your life. You began to worry as you realised for the past week and a half all you’d felt was misery and grief and wondered if it was harming the baby by any chance.

“I…,” you trailed off, your mind still reeling in shock, your body not knowing how to react. All you could do was place your hands on the top of your stomach, as though to comfort the child.

“Is everything alright, Miss?” the doctor asked worriedly. He looked over at Jake who was sitting beside you and asked, “Would you happen to be the father?”

Before you could say no, Jake confidently told the doctor, “I’m her brother. The father is currently away on a business trip but,” he looked over at you with the kindest smile he could muster up in the current state of shock he was in, “he will be elated to hear the news.”

Your eyes welled up with tears at the reminder of your situation. You were glad that Jake lied on your behalf to save you the embarrassment, but you were still filled with anguish at the thought of your ex-fiancé.

It was funny really, how in a span of just a few months you managed to be an ex-fiancé to two different men, and now you were left pregnant with one of their children. You supposed you just weren’t someone that could be kept around, instead destined to have your heart broken and be left in the cold.

“We’ll just need to conduct a few more tests before you’re free to leave and—Oh! I think that’s your phone, sir,” the doctor pointed at Jake and he looked over at his table to see his phone vibrating.

When he turned the phone over, it revealed to be none other than the father of your baby. You flinched when you looked over at the screen and saw who it was, and Jake looked back at you apologetically.

“I have to take this, I’ll be right back,” he said before rushing out of the door. Speaking of the devil.

“Jake? Hello, are you there?” he heard from the other line. Jay’s tone was urgent and rushed.

“Glad to hear back from you after you disappeared from the face of the earth for—”

“Jake! Shut the fuck up, I need you to—”

“Keep an eye out for Y/N, yes, yes. I know. You told me this a hundred times, she’s fine.”

“I’m fucking serious, Jake. Find a way to get her out of the manor and into somewhere safe, make sure nobody sees you. My mother,” Jay paused for a moment to catch his breath, “my mother is coming after her. I’m locked in here and she’s coming to kill Y/N.”

Jake’s eyes bulged out. He knew from the beginning that the Parks were having internal issues with your family for a while and that one wrong move would’ve led to either you, your sister or your father being killed, but he had not expected you to be the first one.

He clenched his phone tightly and walked towards a secluded corner of the hallway. “What the fuck, Jay? She’s not even in the manor right now—”

“She’s not home? I gave you one fucking job and it was to keep her safe in the manor, what the fuck do you mean she’s not home?” Jay’s voice was strained and rough. Jake would’ve been dead meat if Jay got his hands on him right now.

“I had to take her to the hospital,” Jake said, all too frustrated at how Jay was not listening to him.

There was silence on the other end of the call, and all Jake could hear was heavy breathing. “W-What?” Jay’s voice cracked, “What happened? Why is she in the hospital? Why didn’t you tell me she was sick?”

“Why do you think, dumbass? You went MIA for a week and you expected me to call you instead of the doctor? And she’s not sick. She’s…,” Jake trailed off, not sure how to break it to him.

“Jake, I am losing my fucking patience. Tell me right now what’s wrong.”

What’s wrong with my girl? What happened to her? Was it my fault? The thoughts were rushing through Jay’s mind like a waterfall.

“She’s pregnant. Four weeks,” Jake said. Like before, the call went silent, but before Jay could cut him off, he continued, “You know, Jay, you’re so full of bullshit. I don’t care what happened between you, you shouldn’t have left her. She’s been depressed all week and she can barely function without you. Maybe if you were here, she wouldn’t be in this mess.”

Jake began to walk urgently back into your waiting room with the goal of getting you out as soon as possible.

��She’s pregnant…with my—”

“Well, who else’s? It’s not like she ever left your fucking house.”

Jay’s breathing became shaky, but he knew he had no time to process this before he knew you were away from danger. Now that he knew you were out in public, he had no idea how much time he had left before his mother found you.

A sick part of him hoped that your sadness was proof that you had true feelings for him, but then he began to wonder if perhaps the antidote did not work properly, or maybe you were depressed over something completely unrelated to him. As much as he wanted you to truly love him, his mother’s actions checked his reality, making him realise that someone as pure as you would never and should never love someone monstrous like him.

“Jake, have you found her?” Jay urged.

“Jay…She’s not here. Neither is the doctor. Fuck. I…,” Jake replied back urgently, now rushing round the hallway trying to find any traces of where you could have gone. He noticed your doctor walking towards the room and ran up to him to ask where on earth you went.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Sim, I’m not sure where she went. I told her to stay in the room while I went to go get paperwork,” he looked at the younger man worriedly. “I’m sure she’s okay, probably just in the restroom.”

Jake could hear loud yelling coming from his phone, but he had to ignore it as he turned back and kept looking around in the hallway.

He prayed that the doctor was right, but he knew deep inside that you had probably already been taken discretely. He cursed under his breath, knowing he’d fucked up and now you were probably in the hands of Aeri.

“Jay…”

“Tell me, Jake. Tell me you found her.”

“She’s gone.”

You felt it before you even opened your eyes. The burning pain and the liquid fire running through your veins. Your mouth felt as dry as the Sahara. When you did manage to open your heavy eyes, the world was like a blur. You couldn’t move a single muscle without your body screaming at you in agony.

You groaned as you felt the light of the bulb pool into your vision, so bright you felt like you were being blinded.

“Good evening, you pretty thing,” you heard a mature female voice speak. It sounded familiar for a moment. You wondered for a minute who it could have been until your eyes finally managed to focus on the figure standing in front of you.

Then you saw her. Park Aeri, the CEO of Aphrodite Corporation, and your former mother-in-law. She was standing as tall and beautiful as ever, her long black hair with not a single strand out of place. She looked gorgeous even in the dim lighting of this seemingly abandoned storage garage.

What on earth were you doing here? You tried to remember what happened last before you fell asleep but it was mostly a blur. You remember a nurse coming into your room when the doctor left to go handle some business, and she urged you to come to another area for more testing.

You remembered the nurse telling you she would give you a shot, which was a common procedure for those in the early stages of their pregnancy. The last thing you could recall was the needle going into your skin, and then passing out a few moments later.

You realised then and there, you’ve been taken. The nurse must have been in the pocket of Aeri and ordered to intoxicate you and now here you were, in a dark cell with the woman of your nightmares in your company.

“W-What? Why am I here?” you asked, reaching forward to stand up from your seat before you felt yourself be pulled back by the tight ropes wrapped around your chest. You looked down on the cold, hard concrete ground, and although you couldn’t see it, you could feel something thin and made of metal pressing against your back.

You were wrapped against a metal pole, bound and unable to move. You sent a menacing glare towards Aeri, not that she was at all intimidated by it.

“That necklace of yours,” Aeri said sweetly, “It’s gorgeous. I believe my son took it from our family archives to give to you.” She began walking up slowly towards you, her heels clacking on the floor. You came face to face with her knee, and then she finally leaned down to face you, her eyes filled with venom and hunger for revenge. “It’s too bad it’s wrapped around such a worthless neck.”

You felt like you were spat on.

Aeri reached over to grab the pendant of the necklace, a bright ruby that glimmered with the slight bit of illumination of the central lightbulb. She stared at it intently before pulling you by the neck, causing the necklace to rip off of you and be destroyed.

The skin on the back of your neck was stinging, and there were tears that were welling inside your eyes. She already took Jay away from you and now she had to take the last bit of him you still had left with you.

You’ve taken off your engagement ring already, right after you found out that Jay called off the wedding. You remembered that night when your mind was reeling with a mixture of devastation and anger. A growing part of you was absolutely furious at Jay for leaving you in this state, and for not trusting you to love him.

As much as you still loved him, you couldn’t believe he would let his insecurities and the manipulation of his mother lead him to not even try to listen to you. Now you were left all alone, and you and your child were probably not going to make it out of this garage alive.

“How long have I been here?” you finally managed to ask.

“Day and a half. Elena gave you a higher dosage than I expected. I was planning on killing you right when I first got my hands on you, but then I came across an obstacle,” she chuckled. “You little whore got yourself knocked up. That’s where things became tricky.”

You were surprised that a woman known for such vileness and ruthlessness hesitated in killing someone because they were pregnant, although you seriously doubted that it was out of moral consciousness.

No, the only reason Aeri was worried was because her grandchild and her possible heir was growing in your womb. She was calculating the possibilities of what she could do.

If Jay were to find out his own child was killed by his mother, she knew it would break him beyond repair. She harboured no fear of her son, but she was afraid of him leaving her. She could always argue that the murder of you and Charlotte was out of necessity, to protect his sensitive heart, but she had no excuse for this.

“I suppose you plan on keeping it?” Aeri asked.

“I never said anything about that,” you murmured. A part of you was not sure if you were ready for pregnancy now that you were all alone and broken. Your future did not look promising, and you didn’t wish to raise a child in those circumstances.

It was a stark contrast to how you felt just a few weeks prior when the thought of raising a family with Jay sounded magical, but now that he walked out on your life, your heart was filled with a sense of dread.

Aeri smirked. If you did abort the child, it would make this all the more simple. She may have been vile, but even she wouldn’t force a mother to choose, but the thought of you getting rid of your child was enticing given how much less complicated this all would be.

She could kill you on the spot, and it would all be forgiven.

“Does it make you happy? The thought of me losing my child and murdering me? I’m sure someone like you gets off on shit like that,” you said, eyes barely holding themselves open from the weakness of your body.

“Watch your tone with me, bitch. I don’t wish a miscarriage for you, but you are getting on my nerves. If it weren’t for that baby inside you, you wouldn’t be living to be in my presence, so count yourself lucky,” Aeri’s confidence was staggering and making you roll your eyes.

“I can’t say I agree. I believe I must have pissed off the Gods for me to be in your wretched—,” You couldn’t finish your words before you heard the sound of a gunshot ringing in your ear.

In Aeri’s hand was a small shotgun pointed at you, and you looked over to see the bullet graze the ground just a few feet away from you. The speed at which your heart began to palpitate made it feel like it was knocking on your chest.

“One more remark from you and it will be your leg next time, do you understand?”

You continued to test her, “you said you weren’t going to hurt my baby.”

“Is your baby growing in your legs? I’ll just shoot you and have my nurses stitch you up afterwards. All the better for me, your baby will be safe but you’ll be in excruciating pain—”

“Mrs. Park, I suggest you don’t do that. Even a minor loss of blood can cause the miscarriage of the baby,” you heard a female voice coming from behind you. You recognised it to be the nurse that drugged you and took you to Aeri. Fucking cunt.

“I see,” Aeri said all too unapologetically. She threw the gun on the floor and smiled at you, her signature manipulation tactic. “Apologies for my rashness.”

“Why do you want to kill me so much? If I die, you won’t have anything to hold against my father.”

“You think I give a shit about that anymore? I noticed you took my blackmail files. Stupid decision, because I don’t give a shit about them anymore. The endgame is here, Y/N. Your family is going down one by one, whether you like it or not. I’m done with threats and blackmail and all these other petty games. Your family’s blood will be on my hand.” She said it so calmly, in an almost unnerving way.

“You never even explained why you wanted to take revenge on my family so badly. What on earth could my father have done? And my sister, I mean she’s barely ever met you and now she has a hit on her head from a psychotic bitch. I want to understand.”

Aeri was throwing daggers at you with her eyes, not at all too happy with you referring to her as psychotic, but she had to hold back now that she knew she couldn’t spill any of your blood.

Aeri sighed, thinking she might as well tell you now that she’s determined to kill you.

“Do you remember your mother at all?”

What an odd question, you thought. “Not really,” you said. You were only a few years old when your mother passed away, but Karina was old enough to have remembered it all, still traumatised from her early death. Your father and sister have mostly shielded you away from finding out how she was killed, and to this day the topic was too sensitive for them to have said much about it.

“Your father was too guilty to explain anything to you, I’m guessing,” Aeri said.

Too guilty? Surely she didn’t mean…

She continued, “Your mother died under his watch.” You were left frozen in shock and dispelled. You didn’t believe her. You couldn’t believe her.

"When he began to get involved with Olympus’ underworld, he knew it was dangerous for you all. He had debts and ties to some of the most dangerous families in this world. I told her and I told him that he was putting you all in danger by being so stupid, and yet he did it anyway. If he hadn’t gotten involved, your mother would be alive today.” Aeri raised her hand to begin wiping away tiny tears that were beginning to spill from her eyes, “That bastard killed the person I loved the most. She was my best friend and my soulmate.”

Fucking hell.

It all came crashing on you like a river. Your jaw fell as everything began to piece itself together.

You tried to keep your composure steady, even if you began to feel your heartache at the mention of your late mother. “Who killed her?”

“A hitman for the Lee family,” she replied. The Lees were one of the five major crime families in Olympus.

It all came crashing on you like a river. You began piecing everything together at a breakneck speed.

Your father never talked about your mother because he felt responsible for her death, and the reason Karina got involved with Lee Heeseung was because his family killed your mother.

You always thought Karina slipped in her judgement by being in a relationship with a criminal, but this whole time she was just trying to get answers and revenge.

It’s why your father threatened to kill Heeseung, terrified at the thought of a Lee causing harm to another one of his family members.

This entire family war was started because of Aeri’s grief for her friend, and although a part of you felt sympathy for her, you knew she didn’t deserve an ounce of it after threatening to kill your family.

Your thoughts were like a completed puzzle, and your mind was struggling to process all of it.

“Killing me isn’t going to bring her back. Trust me, if it did I would’ve completed the job myself,” you spat out.

“Killing you would remove the constant reminder of my loss. I want your father to pay for what he did. A swift death is not what that bastard deserves; I’ll make him suffer and witness the death of his only two children before I kill him with my bare hands.”

“You will never be able to get over your loss. I know you think killing me and setting fire to the world will avenge her death, but you will never stop grieving,” you tried to reason with her.

Through the tears welling up in her eyes, you could see Aeri’s dark fury, “I don’t need a therapy lesson from you, bitch. I will—”

There was a loud banging noise coming from behind you and you could hear the nurse behind you cry in fear. You clenched your eyes shut as you heard the sound of steel and metal hitting the concrete floor, and you could smell the dust enveloping the room.

You heard loud yelling from a group of men, one of which you recognised. Your heart fell as you could hear the voice of Jay behind you say, “Disarm her of any weapons and cuff her. Don’t let her get away.”

You looked up to see Aeri’s eyes darkened with fury, her fists clenched as she tried to move away from the men who were now surrounding her. They were swift, however, binding her with silver cuffs and looking through her pockets to find two knives.

You felt a gentle hand touch your arm and looked over to see Jake carefully cutting open the ropes you were surrounded by.

“What the fuck are you doing, Jay? I told you not to get in my way,” Aeri growled, frustrated at the feeling of her hands behind her back.

Jay ignored her. His mind was reeling with disappointment and anger at her, his brain not even processing his mother’s words. The sight of you tied up, bruised and beaten while his mother watched maniacally was going to haunt all of his future nightmares.

“You’re going to prison, Aeri,” Jay murmured, his voice sounding foreign to his ears. He could not handle the level of anger and agony that was flooding his veins.

Aeri threw her head back as she began to laugh, “You can’t be serious Jay. You choose this bitch over me, the mother that you love? We’re family Jay.”

“You’ve stopped being my mother the moment you made me your executioner,” he sneered. His whole life he’s been seeking the true love and validation of his mother, and he realised that was his biggest mistake in his life. “I’ve stopped loving you a long time ago, Aeri. I only regret acting so late, and now you could’ve almost killed the love of my life.”

Your heart ached at his words. Jake finally managed to free you from your hold and gently picked you up by your waist to begin walking outside the garage. Your hand reached out behind him, yearning to touch Jay, but he was too far away. You could only see his back, but you could tell from his posture the inner turmoil within him.

“Jake, thank you for finding me,” you whispered into his shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it. I think Jay would’ve killed me if I didn’t manage to find you. Sorry for not keeping an eye on you, I guess some of this is my fault—”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and began rubbing his back gently, “Don’t say that, I don’t blame you. I haven’t known you for long, Jake, but thank you for being my friend.” You whispered, “Thank you.”

You knew it was only his job, but you felt yourself grow a tender relationship with Jake during the last few weeks. He was kind, and gentle and took care of you while Jay was gone.

Jay…

I love you, Jay.

“Where is Jay?” you asked breathily, your mind becoming hazy. You felt your consciousness slowly begin to slip away.

“Jay is nearby, he’ll be here soon. He just has something to deal with,” Jake could tell your mind was trying to repel this traumatic experience.

“I love him, Jake.”

“I know that.”

“I love him so much, I can’t lose him. I can’t die, Jake.”

Jake placed a hand on your head and gently placed you in the back seat of one of his cars. When making their plan, Jay wanted to be the one to deal with his mother, so he asked Jake to be the one to take you away as soon as he could.

“I’m not going to let you die. I have to take you away, Y/N.”

I love you, Jay.

“No! I can’t leave without Jay. I can’t handle one more moment without him, please let me see him,” you began to stand up on your seat, but fell back down as your body was too weak to carry yourself.

Jake looked at you sympathetically but shook his head. He closed the door stepped into the passenger seat, and drove away into the night. “I need to take you to the emergency room, Y/N.” He was going to make sure to stay beside you the entire time now, as he couldn’t bring himself to trust anyone anymore.

“Jay? Where is Jay?”

Jake sighed at your state; you were completely out of it and on the brink of losing consciousness. “Y/N, when was the last time you ate or drank water?”

You whispered, “I don’t know…I woke up just now. My mouth feels dry…so dry.”

“Fuck,” Jake muttered under his breath as he pressed harder on the gas and rushed his way faster towards the hospital. If you had only just woken up, that would mean you hadn’t been fed in over two days.

Jake was not a religious man, but he began praying to the Gods that you were going to be alright.

You could hear the sound of constant beeping, and your hand was being cradled by rough and calloused hands.

Then you heard the noise of a door slamming open before a frantic voice said, “Doctor, is she okay? Is the baby fine? Will she be alright, is she hurt? When will she wake up? Please—”

“Mr. Park, I can’t tell you anything if you don’t let me speak, so please be quiet,” you heard an older female voice say.

Then the voice beside you—Jake you presumed—said, “Sit down, Jay.”

You heard the sound of steps shuffling as Jay walked up beside you. He sighed as he looked at your state, needles sticking inside your arms, your body covered in a blue garment, your skin devoid of any warmth. His heart cracked at the sight.

“She’s suffered some head trauma, and she was dangerously dehydrated. She’s definitely been roughed up, but she’s in the process of recovery. She’ll have to stay here for a while so we can monitor and heal her, but she’s already improving.” You could hear Jay’s breathing quicken. “The baby is also safe, I can assure you.”

“So how long does she have to stay?” Jay asked, voice slightly shaky.

“I can’t give you an exact time. It could be a few days to a week, we’re not entirely sure. Because she’s pregnant, we have to be especially careful with her, and we want to make sure she leaves the hospital as healthy as possible.”

Jay took hold of your other hand. You missed the feeling, of his warm and soft skin laying on yours, and if you could bring yourself to move yourself, you would. You desperately wanted to lace your fingers through his.

Gods, you missed him.

You hummed, finally beginning to gain the ability to control your body. Nobody heard you, but you were elated and began trying to move more.

You ever so slowly blinked your eyes open, noting that everyone was too intensely staring at each other to notice you. Finally, you lifted your fingers to press them against Jay’s and you heard him gasp loudly.

“She’s awake,” Jay announced, leaning down to face you, his eyes filled with love and worry.

You saw the doctor walk up to you with a clipboard in her hands. “How are you feeling, Miss?”

You tried to move your head but winced at the soreness of your neck. “I-I’m alright. A bit sore, and I have a headache.”

“That’s expected and normal. You can rest, Y/N, we’ll be taking care of you from now on.”

You nodded, smiling at the doctor and gratitude. You grasped Jay’s hands and looked over at him. He looked like a mess, a rare sight. His eyes were bloodshot red, his clothes were dirty and his hair was ruffled. You knew from his hair alone how stressed he must have been, as he always ran his hands through his hair when he was worried. Even then, he looked so beautiful.

“Could we have a moment alone?” you asked the room. The doctor and Jake swiftly left the room to give you and Jay space.

The room was silent for a moment, with only the sounds of your heart monitor breaking the stillness. You two just kept looking at each other, taking it all in. He was finally back. He was in front of you. He wasn’t gone.

“Did you miss me, Jay?” You weren’t sure why one earth that was the first thing you decided to say to him. It was stupid, but you wanted to confirm he still had love for you after everything. You noticed a lone tear trail down Jay’s face. You weren’t sure if he was even able to process your words. “You shouldn’t have left me, Jay.”

He knew that well enough after getting multiple scoldings from Jake about the state he left you in.

“I was trying to set you free,” Jay said unsurely.

“That’s bullshit,” you sneered. Your fury was a forest fire that slowly began expanding as you began to think of how easily Jay left you behind. “I know you think your mother was forcing me to love you, but Gods couldn’t you just have heard me out? You could barely look at me before you told me to fuck off from your life. I wanted to grow a family with you, Jay. I loved you and I love you still. That potion your mother fed me did nothing except get me drunk.”

He looked down in shame. “And what if the antidote didn’t work? What if you still need time to get over the effects, what if—”

“Are you serious?!” your eyebrows furrowed as you glared in astonishment, “I am telling you here how much I love you and you’re still thinking this. I mean, is it really so hard to think I could love you?”

“Yes.”

Your heart dropped and you began to feel your eyes brimming with tears. What was it going to take for him to understand? You began to stand up from the bed before Jay quickly leaned down and gently pushed you back.

“Don’t exert yourself, please.”

You ignored him, swatting away his hands and going up into a sitting position. You cupped Jay’s face and brought his forehead to yours. You could feel his breathing fanning your chest, and it broke your heart to see his tearful and pink-tinted eyes. “I don’t know if I can live without you, Jay. When you left, it felt like one-half of me was ripped away from my body.”

“I shouldn’t have left you. If only I had known…,” he placed a hand over yours. The look in your eyes was filled with love, even after all the things he had done to you. As much as he wanted to believe you, he couldn’t stop thinking about how he kept you away from your family, let his mother control your relationship and then left you while you were pregnant.

“Are you going to leave again?” your voice cracked as you asked, fearing the worst.

“I’ll be wherever you want me to be.”

“I want you with me. I want you to come home, baby.”

You placed a thumb on his cheek to brush away his tears, and he leaned in to press a gentle kiss on your lips. The feeling of his skin on yours was missed by you dearly. He held your head as though it were porcelain and could break at any moment. He slowly trailed his hands down to your neck and then eventually the small of your back.

Your arms were wrapped around his neck and you began pulling him against you as hard as you could, wanting to feel every part of his body on yours. You were becoming desperate, and it was hard to continue breathing.

He groaned into your mouth as you began running your fingers through his thick hair, pulling it gently to elicit his beautiful noises. He was always sensitive to his scalp.

Your moment of passion was cut off by the sound of a cough. You both snapped your heads to the door to see Jake looking amused, his eyes glinting with satisfaction at you two getting back together. He felt disappointed as he had to put an end to your tender moment as he said, “Jay, you need to go—”

Jay stood up from his chair. “Yes, yeah. I’ll be right there,” he said breathlessly. He looked down at you apologetically and took hold of your hand to press a kiss against your knuckle, “I’m sorry love, I’ll be right back. I have some unfinished business left to deal with. Wait for me.”

Before you could even respond, he was out the door in a rush. Gone, ever so quickly.

“Where did he go? Is everything okay?” you asked Jake.

“Do you not remember why you’re here?”

Then it clicked in your head. Jay went to see his mother, to try and deal with her. Jake sat down on the chair that Jay was previously occupying. He was glad to see you were seemingly doing a lot better.

“Jake, what is going to happen to Aeri? Is she okay?” you asked.

“You’re asking if the woman that tried to kill you is okay? Is your head still intact?” Jake furrowed his eyebrows in frustration.

You sighed, knowing it was absurd. For the most part, you did wish the worst for her after the things she put you and Jay through, but there was a small part of you that felt sympathy.

She burned the world down with her bare hands and almost destroyed your entire family, but knowing it was for the love of your mother made your heart ache for her.

Aeri gained her reputation for violence and corruption around twenty years ago as far as you were aware, which lined up with the time of your mother’s passing. You began to wonder what their relationship was like, and if Aeri was a different person before her best friend’s death. Perhaps she was loving, caring and kind.

“You’re right. I’m being ridiculous. It’s just that…,” you trailed off.

“You’re too forgiving, Y/N. That woman will burn for the things she did to you and I’ll make sure of it.”

“I never said I forgive her,” you sighed. “Is she going to get arrested?”

“She will. Jay is in the process of making sure you get the justice you deserve. It will be hard to make sure she gets a deserving sentence because of her power and her relationships with politicians, but we are sitting on a pile of evidence of her crimes.” Jake had hoped that wretched woman got the death sentence but decided to keep that to himself so as not to startle your sensitive heart.

“How did you guys manage to do it?”

“I won’t bore you with the details. To keep it short, we hired a hacker who managed to find hundreds of incriminating messages and emails on Aeri’s private computer. While you were in the storage garage with her, he managed to get this little microphone chip under the cracks of the door and it captured her admission. The tape has got everything: her confession of wanting to kill you, her motive, and all the conversations she had with her nurse before you woke up. She’s dead meat, I can assure you that.”

You nodded, satisfied with the answer.

“I wonder how Jay feels about it,” you said quietly. “I know he felt betrayed, but that’s his mother. When I was with him, sometimes it felt like the love he had for her was breaking him.”

“Then that’s no love at all,” Jake took your hand in his gently, palming it gently. His hands were so rough compared to Jay’s gentle and soft ones.

During the time you spent with Jay, you hadn’t known if the feelings he harboured for his mother were deep fear or love and devotion. Sometimes it felt like a mixture of all, so your mind couldn’t help but break for him knowing what he had to do now.

After all the things he had done for his mother, none of it ever mattered now that he was the one responsible for her punishment. Jay went from being her executioner to the one that had to execute her, and you knew it would fuck him up in the head.

You wish none of this was real, and that it was all a bad dream. You just wanted to go back to the days you were safe and alone with Jay out on the outskirts of Olympus.

The lights in your room were dimmed, and the window to the outside showed a pitch-black sky with a few twinkling stars adorning it. You had been tended to well by all the nurses, and your pain had begun to subdue.

You were alone until you heard the door slowly creak as Jay entered the room. He tried to be as quiet as possible, thinking you may have been asleep already. When he saw that you were still awake, he smiled at you warmly.

You wanted to ask him how it went, but you could tell he was stressed behind his happy demeanour. As long as that woman never laid a hand on you and your family again, you felt secure.

“Did I disturb your sleep, my love?” he asked, placing a kiss between your brows. His skin felt so hot.

“I’m pretty tired but I didn’t want to sleep until I got a chance to see you.”

It made him feel guilty that you stayed up past your exhaustion just to wait for him. He sat beside you and eyed you up and down. Your chest heaved slowly up and down, your body in a state of tranquillity.

He gently placed a hand on your stomach and began rubbing it. There wasn’t much of a bump yet, if any, but it made him shudder to think you two were going to be a family by next year.

“How do you feel?” he asked, his eyes glinting with concern.

“About the baby?” When he nodded, you continued, “You know I had a dream about this. I saw you in a field, with two little kids running around. They looked just like you.”

“Yeah?”

“I loved it. The older one was a girl, with long black hair. There was a little boy as well, barely two or three, Gods he was adorable. A carbon copy of you might I add,” you sighed in bliss at the thought of your future family. “I know we’re both young, and maybe the circumstances aren’t great, but I love you and I want to grow a child with you.”

Jay tried to imagine what you were thinking of, and it made his heart ache to think of your children when they grew up. You two frequently talked about starting a family back when you were under the spell of the philtre, so he needed the utmost confirmation that you truly wanted this. He needed to know you wanted a child and wanted him to raise them with you.

“I love you, Y/N. I'll do anything for you and our family.”

You sighed in relief, feeling like you two were both on the same page.

Your mind went back to your last interaction with him before he left, where you were tangled in a passionate and desperate kiss. You missed each other so dearly, it was like a clash of love and yearning. Surely, if Jake hadn’t interrupted you, you would have pounced on him and made up for all the lost time.

“I missed you, baby,” you said. You reached your arm out, motioning him to lay beside you on the bed. The patient's bed was not particularly spacious, but you moved over to give him enough room to lay beside you. You needed him as close to you as possible.

Jay shook his head, failing to conceal his smirk. He was always so in tune with your feelings and body language and could tell you wanted him to take you. “You need to rest, my love.”

“I need you inside me,” you said breathily, looking at him with sultry eyes. Your lips were pouted and

Jay clenched his fist, knowing you were using your power over him to your advantage. He

“You are injured, and you just went through something traumatic. The last—”

“Then I need something to make it all better,” you grinned at him. You always loved acting like you didn’t know the effect you had on the man, as though you didn’t realise the deeper meaning behind your words.

Jay stood up from his chair to go stand in front of you. “I don’t like when my wife acts like a brat. I should probably punish you, but given the circumstances, I’ll let you have a free pass.” He slid off the blanket that was covering your lower body. “Just understand this; I’m in control.”

You nodded submissively, eyes twinkling in anticipation. “Sorry, this hospital gown isn’t the sexiest thing to get us going.”

Jay smiled to himself. “My love, you could be wearing a hazmat suit and you would still give me a hard-on.”

You placed your palm over your face as you felt it heat up. Gods, he always made you so nervous.

He slid up your gown to your waist, and you clenched your thighs as you could feel the cool air hitting your core. He wasn’t having any of it as he spread your legs by the knees, jaw falling at the sight of your already glistening pussy.

“Fuck. You don’t understand how much I’m holding myself back,” Jay said. If it weren’t for your injuries, he would’ve been drilling you into the mattress by now, thrusting his cock deep inside you. He usually wasn’t gentle with you after you both realised how much you loved rough sex. However, today it had to be different, no matter how much you protested. He had to be as careful as possible.

“You don’t have to hold back,” you whimpered, already feeling desperate for his touch.

“You don’t get to make the rules today, my love,” he replied back, leaning down to face your cunt. You shivered as you felt him blow air onto your pussy, the feeling of it already giving you pleasurable stimulation. “Make sure to keep quiet. We don’t want to alert the entire hospital you’re getting fucked, now do we?”

You shook your head, “No, sir. I’ll be quiet. Please touch me.”

You didn’t have to say anything more as Jay plunged his tongue into your pussy. You had to bite the back of your hand to stifle your moans, your mind already going haywire at the feeling of his mouth latched around you.

He began licking your cavern. The feeling of his wet tongue exploring you was going to make you cum as quickly as a university freshman losing their virginity. Your pre-orgasm tingles were already travelling up your spine, and by the Gods, it was embarrassing.

“F-Feels so good, s-sir. G-Gonna cum!” you moaned.

Although you couldn’t see him as your eyes were shut from the tsunami of pleasure, you could feel Jay smirk into your pussy. He continued to play with your clit as he said, “Already? It’s barely been a few minutes. Let me have a little fun.”

Now, your neck and ears began to heat up from the embarrassment. You nodded meekly, “‘M sorry! I j-just can…can’t take it.”

He sighed mockingly, “Look at you. Two weeks without my cock and now you can barely function. I’ll have to break you in once more.”

You made the mistake of not having your mouth occupied, as a moan crushed out of you, surely loud enough for whoever was in the hallway to hear. You prayed that the wing was relatively empty and that nobody was in your earshot.

You yelped as you felt Jay strike the side of your thigh, but thankfully this time you managed to muffle it with your palm.

“I told you to be quiet, my love. Should’ve brought a ball gag if I knew you would be this loud.” Jay could feel your cunt clench around his fingers, noting how turned on you were at the thought. “You’d like that, huh? Should I go out and buy us some toys?”

You thought about it before, but you two hadn’t usually involved sex toys in your intimate life. The only times were when Jay would stick a remote control vibrator inside you before you would go out, teasing you the entire day until making you cum at the most embarrassing and inconvenient places.

Jay went back down to continue what he was before. The feeling of his two fingers stretching your insides out, mixed with the feeling of his tongue playing with your sensitive bud was making it hard for you to breathe. Any second now you were going to orgasm all over him.

You mewled and writhed as you felt yourself fall over the edge, your arousal coating his tongue as he continued to lick you to prolong your orgasm. He loved to see you like this; so full of pleasure your body couldn’t even contain it.

Your breathing was heavy, and Jay stood up to admire his work. There was never a moment where you weren’t beautiful, but your body in its post-orgasm state was practically divine.

He intertwined your fingers with his and placed a kiss on your cheek. You looked over at him pleadingly, then placed your hand on his tightened crotch. He hissed at the feeling of your palm causing friction to his hard-on and swiftly moved your hand away.

You whined in frustration, “I want to make you feel good too.”

“And I need you to rest. Go to sleep, my love. I’ll go bring you tea.”

“But—”

He pinched your chin and tipped it up towards his face, “I’ll promise you this, Y/N, the day that I know you’re okay and your body can handle it, I will fuck you the way you deserve to be.” He wasn’t going to let you leave the bed when he got his hands on you properly.

You swallowed hard and nodded defeatedly.

It had been less than a week since you’d been admitted to the hospital, and now you were free to go home. Although you assured Jay that you were fine to do things on your own, you were currently being carried around the manor to your old bedroom.

You couldn’t help but be amused by how worried he was for you. He practically spoon-fed you the hospital food during your stay, and you wondered if that would stop now that you were here.

He gently placed you on the mattress and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“I missed this place,” you whispered.

Jay smiled. He never particularly felt homely in his manor. It was given to him by his mother when he turned twenty, but it felt more like a place to get away from the stress of Olympus rather than a true sanctuary. That was until you came into his life. Wherever you left your presence was a home to him.

He sat on the edge of the bed to place his palm on your stomach, checking for the bump. He’d made a consistent habit of that ever since he found out you were pregnant. He convinced himself that he could feel a slight raise to your belly, but in reality, a bump wouldn’t be formed for a few weeks.

Lifting your shirt to your breasts, he leaned down to press a kiss to your stomach. His hair made your skin tickle and you began giggling. “You’re so odd, Jay.”

“I just want to kiss my babies,” he said jokingly.

You knew in your head that once the baby was born, Jay would not be able to leave them alone. Your baby would probably get annoyed by how much he kissed them all over the face. You fawned over the thought.

Then you remembered what you had failed to ask him last week. “What is going to happen to Aeri?”

Jay flinched at the sound of his mother’s name and his eyes darkened. He sat up and looked at you intently. “She’s in a holding cell as of now, given the severity of her crimes. The court date is in a couple of months, and until then she can’t leave.”

“Jake said that it’ll be hard to charge her with anything,” you said.

“That’s true. She has relationships with a ton of powerful people in Olympus, including those in law enforcement. Her corruption runs deep, but thankfully we have someone on our side as well,” Jay smiled unsurely.

“Who?”

“The mayor. My mother has never been in his good graces, but especially now, after what Jake showed him, he promised he would not let her get away with this. Besides, we have proof she’s been performing alchemy, and if the court accepts it, we’re talking a minimum of thirty years to life.”

Your breathing hitched. There it was then, your biggest threat was now gone. Your family would be safe, and so would you and Jay. You didn’t even know how to feel about it.

You placed your hand on his forearm and looked up at him lovingly. You wanted to thank him for saving you and the city from her, but you knew he was still in the process of forgiving himself for letting her crimes go on for so long.

You pulled him into an embrace, and he placed his head into your neck. Right as you felt him rest comfortably on you, you flipped yourself over and startled his hips. You were now sitting on top of him, your pelvis flushing against his, and a smirk plastered on your lips.

“You look so beautiful underneath me,” you said.

“Watch yourself, my love,” he replied through gritted teeth. His hands trailed up to your hips and he gripped them with intensity. You began grinding your cunt against his crotch slowly, looking at him with the eyes you always used to get what you wanted. It almost always worked, but now that Jay was paranoid about you getting hurt, he was ever so careful with you.

During the nights you spent at the hospital, you begged him to take you. He always said he’d wait until you were ready, and instead spent his hours with his face between your leg, sucking on your cunt until you saw stars.

As much as it felt nice, you wanted more. You wanted rough and passionate sex where he left love bites and slap marks all over your body. You wanted to get on your knees and worship his cock as a thank-you for all that he has done for you. You felt your panties dampen at the thought, and you continued pressing yourself against him.

“You promised me you’d fuck me,” you whispered.

“When I knew you were better. The doctor said you still need to be on bed rest for a few days. That means you’re still healing,” he said demandingly. The grip on your hips was tightening.

“If you loved me you’d let me ride you.”

He chuckled, “Now you’re just being immature.”

“Is it working?” you grinned, sliding his shirt above his head and palming his abdomen. It felt so warm and rough under your palm. Sometimes you imagined what it would feel like to ride his abs, your clit rubbing against his ridges.

You yelped as you felt his hand strike you in the ass. “How many times do I have to tell you, my love? You don’t make the rules in this relationship. I’ll fuck you when and where I want.”

“Is that so? ‘Cause ever since I met you, you act like my bitch.”

That seemed to snap something inside him as he swiftly flipped you over on your back. You whined at the loss of control.

“I get what you’re trying to do, Y/N. You want me to punish you, but if I gave you what you wanted that wouldn’t be a punishment at all, would it?” He began taking off your lounge pants and panties. “You fucking whore, look at how wet you got already.”

He slapped the side of your ass one more, making your thighs clench at the mix of pain and pleasure. He continued, “Is that what you want? Do you want me to slap around my pregnant wife? Fuck you until your mind can barely function and the only word that you can still pronounce is my name?”

You moaned as you felt him begin to play with your clit, “Yes, sir. P-Please, do whatever you want with me. I won’t b-break.”

“By the time I’m done with you, you will break.” You drooled at how enticing that sounded. You knew how nervous Jay was to go rough with you, but you’ve been so sexually frustrated you were becoming desperate, and you would press all his buttons if it meant he would let himself go.

Now, both of you were rid of your clothes. You placed your arms around your stomach, feeling vulnerable at the feeling of nakedness, but soon enough they were pinned above your head on the mattress. “Don’t act shy now, you were just begging to ride on my cock.”

Your face heated up at the reminder, and you looked at him desperately. Without warning, you felt his tip begin to spread open your folds. It had been so long since you’d felt his cock inside you, that it felt like electricity was running up your spine.

He began rocking his hips into you. “S-So big,” you mewled. You knew all too well how massive Jay was, but now that he hadn’t fucked you in a few weeks, you felt a burn inside your cunt at the feeling of him stretching you open.

“You missed my cock, yeah? It’s been so long you can barely take me now,” he said in your ear.

Your legs were wrapped around his waist, and you felt yourself whine as he let go of your hands and sat up, thinking he was going to stop. He sucked his teeth, shaking his head in disappointment at your desperate state. “Be quiet before I make you,” he warned.

He raised your legs to now be resting on his shoulders and leaned back down to keep plummeting his cock inside you. You were shocked at this new position where you were practically folded over. You could feel his cock so much deeper inside you, and it was practically mind-numbing.

“I feel y-you so deep in-inside,” you mewled. Gods, you missed the feeling of his cock inside you. You felt so empty without him in your life, both literally and figuratively.

“Your cunt feels like paradise,” he moaned.

The sounds of his groans in your ear were like the sounds of muses singing. He usually didn’t make a ton of noise while you two had sex, instead staying stoic and focused, but the time away from you seemed to have affected him similarly as it did to you. He felt as though he couldn’t last much longer inside you.

Your walls clamped around his cock as you felt his tip kiss your cervix. No wonder you got pregnant so quickly when he fucked you like this. It was a surprise he hadn’t gotten you knocked up earlier.

Jay hadn’t even been able to properly process the fact that his love and devotion to you led to you now bearing his child in your womb. The idea of starting a happy and loving family with you not only filled his heart with warmth but also sent blood rushing to his cock. If you asked, he’d give you however many children that you wanted.

“I love you,” you said shakily, still trembling from his rough thrusts inside your hole. Your body was becoming sore from the position it was in, and you could feel your orgasm coming closer. You wrapped your arms around his back, your nails leaving crescents and scratch marks on his bare back.

Jay placed a kiss on your temple, not seeming phased but the abuse on his back, and whispered, “I love you more.”

You supposed what you two were doing was too rough and intense to be considered making love, but you wanted to take the chance to remind him how much your heart soared for him.

Your cunt tightened roughly around him as you felt your orgasm wash over you. Your jaw fell and your eyes rolled back at the intensity.

Shortly after, he spilt himself inside you, coating your walls with his arousal. He pressed his forehead to yours gently, “So good for me, my love.”

“Mr. Park, there is somebody who is trying to enter the premises,” Minseo said hurriedly.

“What?” Jay felt himself begin to panic. After all the shit he had to deal with earlier, he couldn’t handle the thought of you being in danger again. If there was an intruder, he wasn’t sure what he would do except kill him if he were to try and hurt you.

“It appears to be your fiancé’s family. They have not said anything about visiting today, so I’m just not sure what you’d like us to do.”

Jay sighed in relief. Thank the Gods.

“Open the gates, let them in,” he said. He looked over to see your eyes had been lit up and you abruptly stood up to begin running towards the main floor. He found it adorable how excited you were to finally see your sister and father but felt guilty not letting them see you earlier.

He knew he should have called them while you were in the hospital, but was worried about the news getting out. The media had already gotten a hold of the fact that the CEO of Aphrodite was not him, and not his mother. The news of her going to jail sent a ripple through Olympian society, but as of now the details of why she was arrested were kept under wraps from the public.

He had thought if he said too much to the wrong people, the news about you would come out and he knew how much you wanted your private life to stay private. He didn’t want random people prodding around in your situation and treating it as though it were some drama.

They were not going to be happy with the things he’d let happen to you, even if he was the reason why their family war was now over.

When he finally mustered up the courage to face your family, he began to walk downstairs. He was nervous to face your father, but even twice as much, he was afraid to see how your sister reacted. He was convinced she would try to take you away from him and change your mind about forgiving him.

The sight in front of him filled his heart with warmth. You were wrapped around the arms of your older sister and your father, a comforting and familial embrace. He was often envious of how loving your family was to you compared to how cold and isolating his household was.

Karina’s arms were wrapped around your shoulders, and she held you as though you would fly away if she let you go. Just as he thought, when Karina opened her eyes and they laid on him, her expression turned to that of fury.

Her heels clacked on the wooden floor as she walked over to him, and the sound of her palm landing on his cheek echoed through the walls. He could feel his ear ringing from the harshness of her strike. You gasped in shock, but he looked over at you comfortingly, assuring you that it didn’t hurt in the slightest bit, although he wouldn’t be surprised if he woke up with a bruise on his face tomorrow.

“I told you, bastard!” Karina screamed, her skin becoming red. “I swore that I would kill you if you let anything bad happen to her, so I’m done playing nice,” she pushed him against the chest, although frustrated at how he didn’t budge from his stance. “My sister was almost murdered and it’s all your fault.”

“Karina!” you tried to intervene, but neither your sister nor father could hear through their storm of anger.

Your father did end up pulling Karina back from mauling Jay to death, but he didn’t look any happier. He sighed, “What on earth is my daughter still doing in your home, Park?”

“Well she’s my wife, so there’s that.”

“Don’t play coy with me,” your father pointed his finger accusatorially at Jay. “You broke off the wedding, I heard of it. Your family has caused me and my daughters never-ending pain, and you have the audacity to keep holding one of them hostage?”

“In case you forgot, if it weren’t for me, you both would be six feet under. I put Aeri in prison before you could do anything about it.”

“She’s your mother, your fucking blood,” Karina seethed. “Why should we think you’re any different than her? For all we know, you’re still the biggest threat to my sister, and I’m never letting you lay a hand on her again.”

“I love your sister. I’ve always loved her, so don’t for a day accuse me of wanting to hurt her.”

“If you cared about her so much, how did she end up in the palms of your mother?”

“Enough!” you cursed. Everyone’s heads spun towards your way, shocked at your harsh tone. “You are talking about me like I’m not in the room with you. Karina, he’s telling the truth. He is the reason why Aeri is no longer a threat, so please, listen to me.”

Karina huffed in annoyance but turned around to continue letting you speak. “I know you two don’t want to accept it, but I love Jay. I love him so much that when I was separated from him it felt like I was broken. If you don’t support it, I understand, but please believe me that Jay isn’t forcing me to do anything.”

Jay’s heartbeat quickened at your admission. After what his mother had done, he was now at the mercy of you constantly having to reassure him that you truly loved him.

“If we don’t support it?” your father asked appallingly. “I can’t even begin to understand what you mean, sweetheart. You didn’t even want to marry him in the beginning.”

“I don’t need you to understand, Dad,” you slowly walked up to your father and looked at him pleadingly. “I don’t want to choose between you and him. I know you think I’m making a mistake, but I trust Jay.”

“He killed a man in your house,” Karina barked.

“To protect me!” you retorted.

Your father snapped his head to face Karina and asked, “What? Who hurt her? Why wasn’t I made aware of this?” Your heart fell as you realised that Karina probably didn’t tell your father not to worry him, given how little he could do to help you.

Karina spoke up, “It was her old bodyguard. He assaulted Y/N and Jay ended up killing him. I admit, I would’ve done the same, but this doesn’t change what he has done.” The tone of Karina’s voice made you think that the only reason Jay was not dead was because of you.

“You let a man in this house that hurt my little girl?” your father clenched his fists as though he was preparing to punch Jay slack across the jaw.

Jay stared him down, not showing any sign of fear. “I will never stop apologising for letting that monster near her, nor will I forgive myself for allowing my mother to do what she did to her. I would walk the ends of this earth to atone for this, but it’s up to Y/N to forgive me, not you.”

You looked at him as though to say, I forgave you, baby. I forgave you a long time ago.

“This is insane,” Karina said frustratingly.

Your father sighed, sending a murderous glare towards Jay. “I suppose you’re right. If I had it my way, you’d have been in prison like your wretched mother, but I love my daughter.”

“Dad!” Karina said in shock. How could he just let this happen?

He looked over at you and placed a warm hand on your shoulder, eyes swimming in concern and worry, “If this bastard does even one more thing to jeopardise your safety, I can’t promise you I will hold back.”

Jay stood completely still, knowing in his head he was making the same threat to himself. He couldn’t imagine ever forgiving himself if he let one more thing hurt you.

You nodded in understanding. Although your father was saying all this, he could feel the love between you two. Perhaps it’s why he was more accepting of the relationship than Karina, who had yet to experience a life-changing love like yours.

“I’m going home,” Karina said through her clenched teeth. You walked up to her and wrapped your arms around her. You understood she would need some time to get over her distrust of Jay, so you didn’t want to make her more upset by arguing. She placed a gentle hand on your back, “I always have a room for you in my apartment, understand? I will be there for anything, just give me a call.”

You placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. “I’m sorry for not calling earlier. I was supposed to be on bed rest, and I wasn’t sure where my phone was—,” you were cut off by the feeling of Karina lightly slapping your shoulder.

“You should be sorry,” she pouted, “Never leave me hanging like that. I couldn’t breathe for the last few days when I didn’t know what was going on with you.”

As Karina and your father began to leave, Jay called out to them. “You two should stay for dinner.”

You looked over at him, confused at his suggestion, but Jay just grinned warmly at you. If he was planning on marrying you for real this time, he needed your family to at least tolerate him. Surely both of you couldn’t have bad relationships with the in-laws, and he knew how much you loved your sister and father, so he placed his first step into his plan of getting closer to them.

You were standing in front of the lush king mattress, unpacking all your vacation clothes and necessities. It had been two months since all the drama with you and Jay’s families, and he decided to take you on a summer trip to help forget everything, even if it was for a little while.

The island was hot, and the sand on the beach in front of your hotel room was pale and glistening. You had brought mostly loose summer dresses, partially because it was the most convenient thing to wear ever since your bump began to grow, as well as the fact that Jay always thought you looked delectable in floral sundresses.

It probably helped that some of them were practically see-through, giving him a clear look at the swimsuits underneath. You smirked at the thought of making him struggle to contain himself throughout your trip.

As you were about to take out your last bit of clothes, you felt a strong set of hands wrap around your waist. Jay brushed your head to the side and began placing pecks on the back of your neck. “Hi, my love,” he said.

Although he had told you the reason he wanted to take you here was to relax and forget the worries of your life, in actuality he thought of this trip as a pre-honeymoon, before your wedding.

He had to remember that although you two were together again, and he still called you his wife, the state of your relationship wasn’t all too clear.

He called off your marriage to give you the freedom to pursue something in the future, but now he knew you loved him, and he trusted that nothing would come between that. He wasn’t going to propose to you during the trip, as he wanted to wait and maybe get the blessing of your sister and your father which was probably going to take a while.

Either way, while you were lounging around, running around in the sun and swimming in the water, he had to make a plan on how to propose to you again. Properly this time.

#jay enhypen #park jongseong #jay smut #jay x reader #enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen fic #enhypen smut #enhypen angst #in your arms forever 🕊

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queervocasongtourn · 5 months

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QUEER VOCALOID SONG TOURNAMENT SUBMISSIONS CLOSED

Hi! This blog is exactly as advertised: a competition to see what vocaloid song truly is the most iconic queer icon to ever queer. I saw too many queer icons losing in other polls, so i decided to make a poll where our dear songs not only inevitably lose - they will also win for sure! If you have any queer song recs, please do fill this form to submit it! A couple of things to take into account tho:

Please do not spam submit the same song, i swear i see it the first time! Do feel free to submit as many different songs as you want to tho

Any language is fine, any vocal synth is fine (must be vocal synths though! backing vocals like PinocchioP is fine, human vocals like in kikuohana songs is not!) as long as it's a Vocal Synth Original™!

Please do only submit through the form!! Asks however are fine for questions and/or propaganda, so feel free to spam!

yes magnet and villain are already considered. alluring secret black vow is too, as are 1000 year wiegenlied/daughter of white. other than that, go ham!!

Submissions will be open for A WEEK, so until May 13th

Edit: SUBMISSIONS ARE NOW CLOSED

Reblogs are EXTREMELY appreciated! I'm going to tag some popular vocaloid tournaments/polls in hopes more people see this!

@doyoulikethis-vocaloid-song

@animemusicbrackets

@vocaloid-song-of-the-day

@vocaloid-producer-battle

@vocaloidsongpoll

@vocaloidshowdown

(Obviously do not feel obligated at all to reblog or interact with this !! Also please do let me know if you want to be removed from this post! Thank you very much !!)

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beartrice-inn-unnir · 1 year

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10. What is your favorite genre book to recommend to someone who doesn’t usually like that genre?

Usually when people ask me for a rec for a genre they don’t usually like, they are asking for sci-fi, and I start by trying to figure out different access points based on what they already like. I’m not much of a hard sci-fi person, tending more to the space opera and political thrillers, so here’s a few “if you like x, maybe try y”:

If you like romance, give Everina Maxwell’s Winter’s Orbit a try. It’s definitely sci-fi in setting and plot, but it also hits nicely in the formulaic patterns of a arranged-marriage, strangers-to-lovers story that will help you through it even if the sci-fi elements are throwing you off. The author has another similar book that increases the sci-fi elements and is enemies-to-lovers as well, so if you like Winter’s Orbit, Ocean’s Echo is a good next step.

If you like non-fiction, The Martian by Andy Weir is a great pick. I have multiple friends who got into reading again as adults via The Martian. It’s well-written, well-grounded, funny, and very sci-fi. If you’ve already read it, then maybe give To Be Taught if Fortunate by Becky Chambers a try. It can be described with all the same adjectives, plus it’s a short novella, so if you’re hesitant, it’s less intimidating.

If you like mysteries or political thrillers, boy is there a lot of great sci-fi out there for you. The crux of a lot of sci-fi is space or high-tech settings with a plot that asks questions about personhood, and that mixes really well with detectives and spies wandering around trying to solve problems and find truths. Try Fugitive Telemetry by Martha Wells (it’s partway through a series of great books and novellas, but that one’s the most traditional mystery plot) or A Desolation Called Peace by Arkady Martine (ambassador solving her predecessor’s mysterious death while trying to do his job)(I’d also recommend this one if you read a lot of classics) EDIT: just realized I mistyped - book 1 by Arkady Martine is A Memory Called Empire.

If YA/ Bildungsromanen/ New Adult figuring the world out through trial and error is often your jam, try Provenance by Ann Leckie (for the kid who really wants to do things right) or The Warrior’s Apprentice by Lois McMaster Bujold (for another kid who wants to do things right, but is also a high-energy chaos gremlin).

If you like fantasy, you probably already have read some sci-fi; it’s all under the speculative fiction umbrella and genres are vague anyway. All the same, I know this is the Locked Tomb Website, but give Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir a shot (it’s got magic and mayhem and an epic locked-room whodunnit mystery). The Best of All Possible Worlds by Karen Lord is also good - it has a team of people traveling together and thinking about morals and discovering new abilities, plus some romance.

I’m sure there’s lots of genres I’m forgetting right now, but feel free to send me another ask for any specific one!

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y'all, i am so beyond grateful and appreciative. i'm for real tearing up, i never expected to even get five chapters into my self-indulgent foray into this fandom let along to where i am now

i want to thank every single one of you, even if you just lurk, even if you go on anon to ask questions and interact, my lovely mutuals who i hold so dear, to each person who spams me with likes and reblogs when they come across my page, to each and every one. thank you so fucking much for making the world a little better by being here in this corner of the internet with me

i want to express how amazing it has been (despite some considerable drama and nonsense) to be here, to have this space to escape to, to be able to yell into the void with likeminded people. i don't have a big social circle, nor a lot of things that keep me busy aside from work and family obligations and it's so exciting to have this community in my phone i can reach out to, post to, cry with, shout with, and enjoy in that old man and his fantastic acting career

a lot of my fics are pulled from personal experiences, reader inserts showcase the qualities in myself i am self-conscious of, the qualities i feel are what makes it a little harder for me to connect with more people in the real world. the love and appreciation y'all show for them means the world to me. it makes me feel so seen and heard and the fact that fanfiction has been able to do that and bring us all together is...incredible. so thank you, thank you, thank you

to celebrate, i would love to do a little something. so please feel free to send something in:

🖤 for a moodboard of your favorite p boy + a simple theme (for example: joel miller + ranch life)

🩶 for a snippet or sneakie peak from any of my ongoing fics found here

💛 for me to check out a self rec of something you're super proud of! always looking for more to read, so send 'em in, babes

💜 for my favorite pedro pic of the hour / day

🩷 for a favorite of mine in exchange for one of your own! (for example: favorite color of yours and i'll give you mine in return)

x.o dev

#dev talks #personal #milestone #follower milestone #love y'all #writing stuff #feelings #dev bakes 🍃#ppcu #ppcu fandom

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SUMMER FIC REC, Part II: Below you will find fics that take place in the summer, or have summer scenes. (Part I)

📖 On The Horizon by FitzAndLarry (261k)

Drunk, loose, and excited on the first night of his two-week-long cruise, Doctor Harry Styles finds himself with a little extra company on what has turned out to be a lonely experience. Louis, the pilot who helped fly him across the Atlantic, is the object of his fling. Thus begins an adventure filled with laughter, sun, and trauma rearing its ugly head. Deadline on their companionship, the pair commit to enjoying their time - and Harry, the screw-up he is, can't help but lose himself in the fantasy.

📖 love is a word, you gave it a name by @larrydoinglaundry (158k)

After two decades in brutal show business, Louis Tomlinson is trying to restore his tranquility of mind in the peace of Northern Europe where the sun barely sets, Maria's bar is always open, and young Harry has an irresistible spark in his eyes.

📖 blue moon by @aquietlarrie (152k)

or the self indulgent 50’s au where i wanted a safe space to explore the culture, history, and sexuality of being gay in a time when it was extremely difficult to do so. includes, lots of questionable dancing, healing your inner child, and one heck of an emotional ride.

📖 a cycle of recycled revenge by @broken-beaks (103k)

Or: The one where Harry likes to infuriate Louis almost as much as he enjoys straddling his lap.

📖 gloominess of summer days by @adoremelikeasunflower19 (90k)

Following a devastating and unexpected split, Harry finds himself rewarded by the mysterious ways of Faith in the form of an inheritance of his Uncle’s house in a distant country Wolveheuls. Dismissing his initial scepticism, he chooses to seize the opportunity. He starts a journey of self-discovery, relearning the meaning of loving and being loved, moving on from the painful past, and making his place within the eccentric small-town community. Between his efforts, his path crosses with Louis Tomlinson, a town native, known for his ridiculous number of jobs, incomparable wit, and profound adoration for the cottage lifestyle.

📖 Summer's in the air and baby, heaven's in your eyes by @starryhaze28 (82k)

or a 70s tennis au filled with skirts, pet names and intrigue

📖 your memory over me by @shimmeringevil (64k)

The worst heartbreak of Louis’ life walks right back into it when his parents invite their family friends on an all-expenses-paid trip for their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. Facing a past that he tried to bury long ago, Louis learns that some people have a way of sticking with you even when they’re gone.

📖 hope your life leads you back to my door by wildestdreams (56k)

Harry Styles set out to be a doctor; a steady career and a good living is all a young person could ask for. What he hadn't set out to do was to spend his summer holiday on a trekking trip in Spain with a group of people he barely knew. And he certainly didn’t plan on having his heart stolen by Louis Tomlinson, class clown, and secret crush, in such a way that he feared he might never find it again. ft. cheesy chat-up lines, a big desi wedding, falling in love, and growing up.

📖 A Golden Goal by a_momentwitme (55k)

"Even they, as free as you think they are, don't always get to love like this, in the true meaning of the word, of the feeling. Not some diluted version that some settle with for their entire lifetime. I mean love in its purest form, which still grows every day despite the problems, barriers and annoying habits you discover in your partner. A love that refills your heart after you pour it out or makes you go on during your worst days, knowing that your best is expecting you at home."

📖 where the tide takes you, i will follow by @pinkcords (53k)

Louis lives in Gloucester and Harry tries to find a way to stay.

📖 sent by the sun by @givesuethemoon (51k)

In 1970s Los Angeles, Harry is a groupie who aches to feel alive. Louis is the lead singer of a rock band who aches to know him.

📖 Suddenly Last Summer by @disgruntledkittenface (44k)

Louis is bored, rich and lonely. He has no reason to expect that this summer in the Hamptons with his friends will be different from any other – until he meets Harry. Suddenly he has someone who listens to him and cares about what he thinks. Someone who really sees him. But their happily ever after is forever marred by an incident at a party during Labor Day weekend, and Louis is left with a choice to make.

📖 Awake Dear Heart, Awake by She_bear (35k)

Cute, fun, sexy and at times emotional AU where Harry and Louis meet as strangers on holiday in Greece and find themselves stuck on a remote beach together. An initial misunderstanding gets them off to a bad start. Both at a turbulent point in their lives, they are forced to confront their internal struggles and of course each other.

📖 He Still Takes My Breath Away by @parmahamlarrie (32k)

the one where Harry is a lifeguard and Louis is the head of recreation. And, sometimes, you just need a little push to realize what was right in front of you the whole time.

📖 Bitter Ends Turn Sweet by @allwaswell16 (30k)

It had been four years since Harry first heard the song his ex wrote about him and far longer since they broke up. He forgave Louis long ago, and now his life was focused on his career, his family, and especially his son, Max. But Louis was back in Chicago, after all this time, and he’s not an easy man to ignore. Or a songfic inspired by the song Chicago

📖 Dancing With Masks by @softfonds (18k)

With awards season coming up and new films on the way for both of them, Harry and Louis' managers decide it's time for them to date for publicity. They don't mind, given that they are best friends and have known each other for ages. Besides, after years of sexual tension built into a fake relationship for press, what could possibly go wrong?

📖 Come on in, the water's fine by @greenblueish (9k)

or, the one where Louis is set on enjoying his last summer jobbing abroad as tourist entertainer and it only gets better when a mysterious hotel guest with overly expensive sunglasses keeps coming back for his drink recommendations.

📖 Black Leather, Blue Lace by @insightfulinsomniac (8k)

aka: a pwp in which new soulmates farmer!Louis and city girl!Harry are filthy exhibitionists.

📖 Near You Now by @beyondxmeasure (8k)

When a leaky bathroom sink turns into a minor flood, Harry has to act fast. So, he thinks of the closest (and most unlikely) way to find home repair help… Grindr. The last thing he expects from this quick fix is to find anything long-term.

📖 now i'm tracin' all my steps to you by @alwaysxlarrie (5k)

Of all the things Harry was prepared for this summer, Louis Tomlinson and his wonderful, wonderful scent isn't one of them. It probably shouldn't be as shocking as it is that it makes Harry want to nest. There's only one slight problem -- Harry and nesting aren't exactly on familiar terms. At all. This does not stop Harry from borrowing ("borrowing") Louis' things all throughout summer, though. Oops?

#masterpost #summer fic rec #summer fics

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H50 Fic Recs

Light At The End Of The Tunnel by bluflamingo Rating: T, Words: 3,191 The first time Catherine meets Steve, he's a voice on the other end of the radio, asking for her help.

Where lies the final harbor? by @missslothy Rating: M, Words: 48,643 Steve and Danny had finally admitted their feelings for each other just three days before the events of Season 10 Episode 7. Can their new relationship survive the fallout from what happened in Mexico and Doris's death? (Coda to 10x07)

Agitated States of Amazement by @emphasisonthehomo Rating: T, Words: 5,823 He meets Stef when he’s like 18, on a sub-reddit that doesn’t exist anymore. She’s kind of a huge fucking cunt. Danny’s kind of in love with her. OR: Sometimes the people you meet on the internet stick with you.

I’m dumb she’s a lesbian (I thought I had found the one) by @five-wow Rating: G, Words: 1,299 Danny waves his coffee around a little more. The lid is the only thing that prevents them from having to dig up a mop. “What’d I do? All I did is tell her you’re handsome and single and free Friday night.” “You were setting us up,” Quinn summarizes. Or: Just another morning in the life of Steve McGarrett, whose best friend is deeply concerned with getting him a date.

COMPETITIVE BY NATURE by alizarin_nyc Rating: E, Words: 2,701 "Oh come on, that isn’t gay," Steve says. "I was in high school. You’re gay, you’re totally gayer than me. Your pants are tight across the ass!” Steve has his little protesty face on and it’s exactly like his earnest, don’t-worry-we’ll-catch-your-husband’s-killer face. It is so, so gay.

Does This Marriage Come With Any Perks? by @pterawaters Rating: T, Words: 3,369 After Danny suffers a life-threatening injury, he finds himself in Steve’s care. He doesn’t remember much about what happened after getting shot, but he’s pretty sure signing a marriage certificate wasn’t something he’d forget.

Sometimes You Just Need a Decoder Ring by kho Rating: T, Words: 2,849 Danny follows Steve into the kitchen and sticks the beers in the fridge. “Actually I’m of the mind that it takes two to tango so I don’t know who started and who fueled but you’re both in this fight, so I’m just trying to figure out how to diffuse this situation so I don’t wind up as collateral damage.” (Mary & Steve centric)

You Move Me by dogeared Rating: M, Words: 486 Yoga, and waffles, and kisses.

Pick up line by kaige68 Rating: T, Words: 100 Prompt from kapuahi, Hawaii Five-0, McDanno, Steve loses a bet with his Navy mates and has to dress in drag Bonus points if someone (Danny) tries to chat up Lady!Steve

Careful, or you'll end up in my novel by kaige68 Rating: M, Words: 2,200 Former Newark police detective, now mystery, writer Danny Williams follows his daughter to Hawaii, and meets his biggest fan.

I Want A Man With A Slow Hand by thefourofswords Rating: E, Words: 6,597 “Can I ask you a question?” he asked on their way to a crime scene, because no time like the present, and Danny believed in ripping off band-aids. “Why not?” Steve replied, eyes on the road. “You’re gonna even if I say no.” “What do you like in bed?” Or: Danny undertakes a very important mission to get Steve laid. For his health. Ahem.

As You Wish by Brumeier Rating: M, Words: 4,077 When Steve comes back to Hawaii to find the man who killed his father he finds much more when he stumbles across a mysterious bottle on the beach.

Just Enough Hope by aries_taurus Rating: T, Words: 2,594 He hopes for a lot of things: that he didn’t make a mistake taking on this taskforce, that the ache he’s feeling in his soul will go away, that he can sleep at night without seeing his best friend being ripped to shreds by bullets, without remembering he left him behind for nothing, or hear a gunshot killing his father over a bad sat connection and he just hopes he wakes up one day without a scream dying in his throat.

All Hearts Come Home For Christmas by @cowandcalf Rating: E, Words: 12,198 Steve debates for four days if he should eat this year's Christmas dinner in the charity Christmas tent organized for the veterans by HPD.

Built For Tough Battles by thefourofswords Rating: E, Words: 20,770 Adam nudges his shoulder, “He’ll find his way back, you know.” Danny blows out a breath. “I dunno anymore about that. The stuff he’s gone through in the last year...” “He’s had a lot go very wrong, very quickly,” Adam says. “I’m sure it feels like he’s slowly been losing parts of his family and when you reach a certain point, loss aversion takes over. It can make you do crazy things…” Or: Danny waits for Steve to be ready to come back.

Friends don't let friends... by kaige68 Rating: E, Words: 2,008 Steve finds a desolate Adam in a bar. (Steve/Adam)

Foreplay by @stellarmeadow Rating: M, Words: 4,305 When sparring isn't just sparring.

#i've been collecting these since last september #might as well post them now #happy reading :)#h50 #steve mcgarrett #danny williams #mcdanno #fanfic #fic rec #rec list

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Elementary, Chapter Four

pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x teacher!reader

chapter rating: E (18+ ONLY, oral (fem rec), unprotected piv, dirty talk??, unedited/unbeta’d)

word count: 4.3k

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“Alright, everybody. Please remember to fill out your reading log during the break,” you talked over a room full of distracted tweens excited for the upcoming Spring Break. “Am I talking to air?”

“I hear you,” Sarah answered your question as she approached your desk, her backpack slung over her shoulder. “And I wanted to apologize for last Friday. I was having a bad day and Jessie was making a big deal about me leaving the sleepover—“

“Sarah, sweetheart, you don’t need to apologize,” you assured with a kind smile. “Have you talked to Jessie?”

“Yeah, dad took me over to her house on Sunday night and we talked it out. I guess she was offended by me leaving, but I explained to her that I just get anxious sometimes and can’t—“ She sighed. “It just feels better being at home with my dad. I don’t have to try to be funny or cool or whatever.”

You smiled at the tenderness of Joel and Sarah’s bond.

“But anyways,” she continued. “My dad wanted me to ask if you were busy tonight—he still hasn’t gotten a new cellphone which, if you’re wondering, is why he’s having me act as the messenger.”

“Isn’t he coming to pick you up today?”

“No, him and Uncle Tommy are in San Antonio meeting with a developer or something like that,” she informed. “My grandma is picking me up.”

“Oh, well, you can tell your dad I’m free like always,” you chuckled and tried not to think about the fact that as today’s parking lot attendee, you’d have to come face to face with the mother of the man you’d been casually seeing for three weeks now. “Oh, and tell him he needs to get a new phone so you don’t have to play messenger anymore.”

“Trust me, we’ll probably be waiting years until he finally breaks down and gets himself one.” The two of you shared a laugh.

“In that case—“ You jotted your landline and cellphone number on a post-it note. “Here.”

“Miss? My mom wanted me to let you know that I won’t be doing any of my reading logs this week,” another student approached your desk and very sassily delivered his news. You chuckled out a scoff and fixed your attention on him while Sarah went back to her desk.

“Okay, Michael, why won’t you be doing your reading logs?” You crossed your arms over your chest and waited for his response.

“Because it’s Spring Break,” he defended.

“Yes, I’m aware. That’s why I didn’t assign any homework. All you need to do is keep reading at least a chapter a day of your book—“

“I don’t want to read my book. That’s basically homework.”

You gave him an incredulous look as you tried to gather what little patience remained in you after a long year of teaching fifth graders.

“No, Michael. Homework is what Mrs. Hill gave her students—a packet a day. What I’m asking if you is to do what you’re already supposed to be doing—reading a chapter a day of whatever book you want. That’s not homework, that’s just an activity.”

“Well, I’m not doing it.” He remained firm, mimicking your stance by crossing his arms over his chest.

The bell ringing interrupted whatever onslaught of frustration you were just about to bestow upon him, his smug smirk boiling your blood as he turned and shuffled out of class.

“Have a good break,” you called out to the rest of your students as they shuffled out of the classroom in a single file line.

“Hey,” Joel sighed out his greeting as he entered his mother and father’s ranch home on the outskirts of Austin. Sarah was sat in the living room on the floral loveseat covered in plastic while her grandfather, Paul, sat in his rocking chair fast asleep.

“How did it go?” Sarah offered him a smile as he rounded the corner of the loveseat to plop down beside her.

“Went alright,” he replied. “Got a good chunk of jobs lined up for me and the guys, so we’ll be good on work ‘til the end of the year.”

“That’s good!” She beamed, bringing a hesitant smile to her father’s face. Joel never liked to celebrate his successes—something he likely learned from his father. “Oh,” she tapped his arm as she remembered your conversation from earlier, quickly informing him about your lack of plans for tonight. “She also gave me her number to give to you.”

Joel watched as Sarah fished the note out of her pocket before handing over the crumpled up piece of paper.

“You think she’s home yet?” Joel checked his watch.

“Dunno,” she shrugged. “But grandma was talking about all of us going out for dinner tonight.”

“Oh, was she?” Joel looked disappointed by the sudden emergence of plans when he spent all day hoping that tonight would be spent just with you.

“Joel?” Mary, Joel’s mother, came walking down the stairs with a smile. “Bout time you came to see us.”

“I’m busy with the new company, ma, you know that,” he argued as he stood up to greet her, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Busy with the company or with your new lady friend?” she teased with a grin. Joel whipped his eyes over to his daughter who already held her hands up in defense.

“My bad.”

Joel chuckled out a scoff before turning back to his mother. “It’s new.”

“And? That’s all you gotta say about her?”

“To you. For now.” Joel followed her into the kitchen, Sarah trailing shortly behind.

“What do you think I’m gonna do? Hunt her down and force her to look at your baby book?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” he retorted with a mischievous smile.

“Joel Miller, I swear if you do not give me at least a summary of this woman—“

“Alright, alright,” Joel sighed and looked to Sarah who was beaming with amusement. “She’s Sarah’s teacher. We met at a parent/teacher conference. She’s…nice.”

“Nice?” Both women repeated the descriptor as if it was an insult.

“Dad, you’re basically in love. I’m sure you can find a better word than nice,” Sarah reasoned.

“She is nice. Everything else is private,” he argued.

“Well, I guess we’ll find out at dinner tonight,” his mother shrugged with a smirk. Joel turned wild in the eyes and shook his head.

“No, no, no. She ain’t—y’all aren’t—no.”

Sarah laughed at her dad’s fluster and looped her arm around his waist hug him. “It’ll be okay, pops. Just breathe.”

“Oh, to hell with that,” Joel shook his head again, turning to his mother. “I haven’t even taken her out for a real dinner yet, ma. I’m not invitin’ her out to deal with y’all.”

“Deal with? Son, we are as civilized as anybody else—“

“Ma, you got a plunger? I clogged the damn toilet!” Tommy shouted from upstairs and Joel gestured in his direction as though to prove his point.

“Well not here. We’re in the comfort of our own home,” she defended as she made her way out of the kitchen to help her son. “She’s comin’ tonight! Better go on and call her up.”

“Christ,” he sighed and stomped over to the landline, his scowl fixed on Sarah as he dialed the number. “If she never speaks to us again, it’s on you.”

“She’ll love us.”

Although it wasn’t what you were expecting for the night, Joel’s call to invite you out to dinner with his family was impossible to decline just due to how much you missed him. Even if you turned into a ball of nerves every time you had to meet “the parents”, it was worth it just to be in the same room with him, especially after the day you had.

At seven, Joel, Sarah, and Tommy came to pick you up, but for once it was you running late. You invited them inside to wait while you finished getting ready, handing Sarah the TV remote and watching as her and Tommy instantly started bickering over what to watch while Joel followed you into your bedroom.

“How is this the first time I’ve ever been in your room?” He found a seat on the foot of your bed while you sat at your vanity, finishing up on taming your hair.

“Because I’m old fashioned,” you turned back to give him a wink. “But also because I can’t seem to get you alone long enough to give you a proper tour.”

“I know,” he sighed and walked over to you, standing behind you. He leaned down to kiss your cheek, the warmth and softness of his lips curing something that had been aching inside of you since the last time he kissed you. “I made a deal with my mom. She watches Sarah this weekend, and I suck it up and allow you to meet my chaotic family.”

“Mm, so I get you all weekend is what you’re saying?” You smirked at him through the mirror.

“All. Damn. Weekend.” He kissed your neck as a promise, your eyes fluttering closed as you relished in his proximity. “No interruptions. Just me and you.”

“S-sounds good,” you stuttered through your haze of lust and Joel smiled against your skin, seemingly amused by his effect on you.

“You got chills,” he rasped, his fingertips trailing up and down your arm. “That all me?”

“Just wait until you see what else you do to me,” you purred back, earning a groan of desperation.

“You two done yet?” Tommy called out from the living room. “We got places to be.”

“Save that thought for after dinner,” Joel mumbled against your cheek as he gave you one more kiss.

Five or so minutes later and you were on your way to the restaurant, nerves now replacing the butterflies you felt in your stomach as you thought about what his parents would be like. If they were anything like Tommy, Sarah, and Joel, you had nothing to worry about, but it was the uncertainty that drove you mad.

“You alright?” Joel stayed back with you as you pretended to have forgotten something in the truck, Tommy and Sarah heading into the restaurant to meet up with Joel’s parents.

“Just nervous,” you shrugged with a soft smile. “Anything I should avoid bringing up?”

“Politics. My dad’s a big Republican, so,” he winced. “But my mom is about as liberal as they come, so at least there’s that.”

“So I should stick to talking to your mom, then,” you joked.

“Come on,” he nudged his head towards the restaurant and laced his fingers with yours. “I’ll be right there next to ya, and as soon as we’re done with dinner it’ll be just us all weekend.”

You took a deep breath of courage and gave him a cheeky but bashful smile, bringing a similar one to his own face.

“God, I just can’t help myself—“ Joel cupped your cheek and tilted your head up to meet him as he leaned in for a surprising kiss, your hand finding purchase on his wrist to ground yourself.

“Mm,” you hummed as you pulled away from him earlier than he would’ve liked. “Let’s not stall anymore. Don’t want your mom to think I’m a bad influence.”

“She knows me well enough to know I’m the bad influence, but alright,” he tugged you off towards the restaurant with your hand in his.

As the hostess guided you through the busy dining room, you leaned further into Joel. He didn’t seem to mind the clinginess, his hand letting go of yours so that he could slide an arm around your waist.

“There y’all are!” A stout woman you presumed to be Joel’s mother stood up from the table where the rest of the Millers were seated, a big, dimpled grin on her face that resembled Joel’s.

“Ma,” Joel introduced the two of you by name, his eyes fixed on you as you shook her hand and allowed her to seat you beside her rather than next to Joel like you’d hoped. You gave Joel a nervous look from across the table as he sat himself directly across from you beside his father.

“It is so nice to meet you, sweetheart,” Mary fixed her attention on you. “Joel’s been pretty tight lipped about ya, so why don’t you tell me a little about yourself.”

“Well,” you chuckled nervously, but Joel’s reassuring eyes from across the table helped calm the frenzy of anxiety coursing through your veins. “I’m a teacher, have been for a few years now but this is my second year in Austin.”

You found it surprisingly easy to talk to Mary, her warm smile and sense of humor similar to that of her children and granddaughter. You told her where you grew up, where you’d been before coming to Austin, about what you liked to do in your free time, but mostly you told her the story of how you and Joel came to be.

Across the table, his father continued to remain stern and silent, only mumbling to his boys or to Sarah every now and again to remind them to use their manners. He seemed like a tough egg to crack, and while you were up for the challenge eventually, earning his respect today seemed unlikely.

“Joel, you ever tell her about your singin’?” Tommy spoke up from down the table, his question bringing a blush to Joel’s face.

“Yeah, I mentioned it.” He looked over to you and cracked the most subtle of smirks, no doubt remembering what occurred shortly after.

“Well, you gonna sing for her?” Mary asked with mischief in her tone, bringing an amused smile to your face.

“Not here,” he sassed, tilting his head at her mockingly.

“Why not here?” You prodded with a smirk, your foot finding his calf beneath the table. Joel gave you a chuckle and shook his head. “Oh, come on. Please?”

“Ya know, I pride myself on my ability to not cave into peer pressure,” he retorted with a quirked eyebrow, daring you to challenge him. You bit your lip and looked down at your plate, too flustered by everything him to look him in the eyes—especially given the current company.

“So, Sarah, how are you likin’ the whole dad datin’ your teacher thing?” Tommy asked, and the question earned the attention of the entire table.

“I don’t mind it,” she shrugged. “Maybe I would if it was Mrs. Clarkson from last year.”

“God,” Joel shook his head at the mere idea. “That woman terrified me and I’m a grown man.”

“Oh,” Sarah called your name. “Did you tell dad about Michael?”

“Michael? Who’s…uh, who’s Michael?” Joel’s jealousy was as clear as day, bringing amused grins to almost everyone’s faces aside from the ever stoic Mr. Miller.

“Michael is my student,” you clarified and eased his concern. “A shitty student at that.”

“Oh yeah?” Tommy asked with a chuckle.

“Yeah, he’s—well, I guess I probably shouldn’t be saying this around you, Sarah.”

“I promise I won’t talk about it,” she replied earnestly and you easily caved.

“He is just the absolute worst. And his parents are even shittier,” you lamented with a laugh. “Today he came up to me while Sarah and I were talking at the end of class, and flat out told me that he wasn’t going to be doing the reading log during the break because his mom said so.”

“Why doesn’t he just fake it like everybody else?” Tommy chimed in but quickly received an elbow from his niece.

“I don’t fake my reading logs,” she corrected.

“Yeah…right.” He gave her a sarcastic nod and turned back to you. “I’m just speaking from experience. I never did any of that shit and I turned out…well, I turned out decent.”

“Yeah. Maybe I am being too demanding,” you shrugged, turning back to your plate.

“No,” Joel was quick to interject. “Don’t listen to Tommy—he couldn’t even get into community college. You’re the one who went to school for six years to do this. You know what you’re doin’, that kid’s just a prick.”

You couldn’t help but fall in love with him a little bit as he stood up for you, his foot pressed to yours beneath the table acting as a sort of promise that he’d always be here to do this—to remind you of your worth.

“Thank you,” you mouthed just to him. “Anyways, it’s his loss—and yours too, Tommy. Reading is fun.”

Tommy mimicked your smile and chuckled. “I guess I’ll take your word for it.”

“Alright, don’t give your grandma a hard time,” Joel ordered Sarah as he hugged her goodbye in the driveway outside your house.

You watched the scene from the doorway, smiling at the way he swayed her and kissed the top of her head. If only all little girls could grow up with a father like Joel—not flawless, but as close to it as a man could get. There was no denying his love for her and vice versa, and the fact that you were being let into this beautiful family felt like nothing less than an honor.

“Alright, go on,” he ruffled the top of her hair with a playful grin. “I love ya, and I’ll see you Sunday night, alright?”

“Love you too,” she gave him one more hug before turning to you standing up the walkway. With a wave, she wished you goodbye as well, your smile widening at the gesture. “See you!”

“See ya, Sarah!”

Joel met you by the front door and watched Tommy and Sarah pull out of your driveway before he turned to you with an anticipatory grin.

“Well, just us now,” he husked, playfulness thick in his southern drawl.

“Whatever will we do?” you teased, hooking your fingers in his belt loops and tugging him closer.

Joel cradled your cheek and jaw with both hands as he leaned down to kiss you, both of you still wearing your grins through it. Walking you backwards into the house, you giggled into his mouth as you nearly stumbled over before he caught you.

“Clumsy,” he accused in a rasp.

“Your fault,” you countered and he laughed against you.

Joel’s hands traveled to your hips to keep you flush against him as he kicked the front door shut, your smiles fading as the kiss deepened into something so filthy even the humor of the almost-fall couldn’t penetrate it.

“God,” he groaned against your lips as he continued walking you through the living room to your bedroom. “I want you so bad, baby girl. Fuck.”

“Remember what we were talking about earlier?” you purred against his jaw as your kisses trailed down to his neck, Joel’s body pinning you against your open bedroom door. He hummed against you in confirmation and you smiled, taking one of his hands off your waist to guide it beneath the linen of your dress, his breath ragged as his fingertip grazed over your thighs until they reached the soaked lace of your panties. “This is what you do to me, Joel.”

“Jesus fuckin—baby, I need you,” he whimpered and sunk to the floor in front of you, his dark and dreamy eyes peering up at you for permission as he lifted the hem of your dress up. “Can I taste you?”

“God, you never have to ask,” you moaned back, taking the fabric bunched in his hands and holding it for him. Joel’s eyes dropped from yours down to the image right in front of him, his tongue swiping along his bottom lip at the sight of your white lace thong.

“You’re gonna make me lose my mind, baby,” he groaned again, his hands now running up and down the outside of your thighs.

The anticipation could have killed you, your chest heaving and skin prickling with chills from the simple sensation of his breath fanning over the wet spot on your panties, the lust in his eyes. Combing your fingers through his hair, you attempted to silently urge him on and he seemed to pick up on it, his hands sliding back up to your hips to hook into the tiny band of your underwear and slip them down your legs until they were kicked off.

“Baby,” he cooed as you draped one of your knees over his broad shoulders to open yourself up to him, his mouth watering at the sight. “I’m never gonna wanna do anythin’ else but stay right—“ He placed a kiss to your mound and your entire body jerked. “Here.”

His tongue swiped through your folds and you melted against the door behind you, your fingers gripping his hair now as you struggled to stay upright. Joel practically growled at your taste, his hands gripping your thighs as if he was holding on for dear life.

“Fuck,” you moaned as he tensed his tongue to circle your swollen bud until your arousal started to drip down your thighs. “That’s so good.”

Your praise earned you another growl, his tongue now flicking and circling, lapping and sucking against you until your thighs were shaking from the pressure building in your lower stomach.

“Tastes so fuckin’ sweet, baby girl.” He sucked your clit and made you cry out his name. “Yeah, just like that. Keep sayin’ my name, baby. Let everyone know.”

“Joel, fuck!” Your orgasm was imminent, the tingling in your thighs that traveled down to your toes and back up your spine fogging any sense of coherency you may have once had in his presence. “I—fuck, I—“

“I know, baby. Can taste it.” He shook his head and flattened his tongue against your clit, his eyes meeting with yours. You wanted to cry, but the pleasure you were feeling was too consuming. The only thing you could do as Joel sucked your now throbbing bud into his mouth was to cry out his name like a prayer—some sort of wicked salvation that beat out any other holier counterpart. “Come on, baby. Cum on my tongue. Wanna taste it…every fuckin’ drop—“

“Fuck!” You crumpled to the ground, your back sliding against the door until you were kneeling with him on the floor, your body shuddering as you rode out the waves of your euphoria.

Joel was quick to act, guiding you down onto your back while you were still lost in bliss. He kissed your face as if you were his most prized possession, his hands worshipping the curves of your still-clothed body.

“Need you, baby,” he whispered against your jaw as he placed a love bite there, your head nodding to give him consent to do whatever the fuck he wanted to do to you after that mind blowing climax he just gave you.

You only heard the clinking of his belt buckle before feeling his cock stretch you open, a choked cry slipping from your lips in time with Joel’s wanton groan. You peeled your eyes open and looked down at the place you were joined, delighting in the fact that neither of you were undressed, the neediness of the moment turning you both feral.

“God damn,” he groaned and let his head hang as he stilled himself deep inside of you after only a few thrusts. “About to embarrass myself. You feel too fuckin’ good, baby.”

“Don’t worry about lasting long,” you stroked his beard. “I just wanna feel you.”

“God, I—” He choked on his words and leaned over your body, propping himself up by his elbows on either side of your head. You wrapped your legs around his waist and dug your heels into his jean-clad ass to urge him on, desperate to feel him spill inside of you.

“Want you to cum for me,” you moaned, pressing kisses into the side of his face as he buried his head in the crook of your neck. “Cum inside me—“

“Fuck,” he shouted as his cock thrust into you faster and deeper, your wetness squelching around him and filling the room along with both of your ragged moans. “I’m gonna—fuck, baby. You sure?”

“I’m on birth control, it’s okay,” you promised. Joel lifted his head to look into your eyes, his face scrunched up in something akin to agony but you were sure it couldn’t have been further from it.

“Gonna fill you up, beautiful,” he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. “Gonna have you dripping for me.”

“Yes!” His cock was hitting something inside of you that was making you see stars, your mind going back to that pleasure-dumb state you’d just been lost in, and before you had time to warn him, your walls fluttered in time with his cock spilling inside of you. “I’m coming, Joel, fuck!”

“Me too, baby,” he choked out through a string of profanity and moans. “Fuck, so fuckin’—you’re perfect.”

The two of you stayed there for a while, both of you turned into puddles of post-climactic bliss as you laid in each other’s arms. Joel hissed as he pulled out and rolled over onto the carpet beside you, both of you turning your heads to look at each other with wide, almost childlike grins.

“Be my girlfriend?” Joel choked out, nerves thick in his shaky voice. You laid there speechless for a moment, unsure of how to tell him that ever since you met him you’d been dreaming of the day those words would leave his lips. So, you kept it simple, a smile gracing your face as you reached over to hold his face.

“I would love to.”

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