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sevmch · 3 years

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hq boys as dads calling you while you're away bc your child wouldn't stop crying

characters: kuroo tetsuro, bokuto koutarou

warning(s): none, just fluff. kuroo is v father material aahh!!

a/n: this was sitting on my drafts for a while now. other characters coming soon 👀

kuroo tetsuro

you were overseas for two days to attend a convention that your job required which meant leaving kuroo and your child

kuroo was admittedly and without a doubt, a really good father so when he told you not to worry about them, you left without any worries at all

kuroo knew everything - how to prepare milk and baby food, changing diapers, how to get them to sleep, how to stop their tantrums, basically everything

still you bugged him all the way to the airport to call if something were to happen or if he needed help with anything such as locating the diaper and milk powder

afterall, he was rarely on baby duty since his job required more of his time compared to yours but he has never failed to provide you and his son the time and affection

the first day went by smoothly and without a problem, that is until the next day. your son just wouldn't stop crying so he had to call you to calm him down

no matter what kuroo did, your son just wouldn't stop crying even when he was cradling him gently in his arms and rubbing his back. their child has been crying for almost an hour now, only getting louder and stronger despite his best efforts to calmly shush him or lull him to sleep.

the morning went by pretty fine; kuroo fed, bathed, and played with their son - even changed the diapers twice. their son seemed to be in a pretty good mood throughout the morning but apparently, babies get mood swings too, and that's when the crying started.

kuroo tried basically everything from trying to get their son to drink milk, to giving the pacifier, and humming baby songs he could think of but all his attempts failed. their son wasn't bored nor hungry and was definitely not sleepy so it was starting to worry kuroo.

"hey bud, you're scaring me now," kuroo cooed, softly pressing the back of his hand against their son's forehead but the temperature was fine. kuroo knew all the baby stuff without sweat, even the signals of what they needed but this was entirely different. it was only when then their son pointed to the picture of the three of you framed on the wall that kuroo got his answer. pressing a soft kiss against his son's temple, he whispered softly, "i know bud, i miss mommy too."

kuroo grabbed his phone from the couch and called you, chuckling when you instantly answered on the first ring with a hint of worry in your voice. "tetsu, what's wrong? are you both okay? should i get on the next flight?"

"relax kitten, we're fine. we just miss you."

"awe, i miss both my boys too."

"mama's on the phone bud." kuroo switched to loud speaker, smiling widely at their son who looked at him with wide, doe eyes upon hearing your voice. the crying eventually died down as you kept speaking through the phone with your cute, tiny baby voice until your son fell asleep in his arms.

"is he asleep?" you asked.

"yep. hey, you should use that baby voice often. it's cute," he teased, grinning ear to ear.

"shut up."

the rest of the afternoon was spent at a mall near the airport, buying toys and new clothes and stopping by for ice cream before waiting for you at the terminal.

"look bud, there's mommy!" kuroo crouched to level with their son, pointing at your figure from a distance. their son's eyes lit up when spotting you, giggling and reaching out his other hand that kuroo wasn't holding.

"awe, it's my two favorite boys! i missed you both so much!" you said sweetly, dropping your bags to hug your son.

"i missed you so much, love." you hugged kuroo tightly when he stood up only for him to hug you tighter, peppering kisses on your cheeks.

"missed you more, kitten," he said softly, pressing a light kiss to your lips before carrying your son. you really had nothing to worry about.

bokuto kotarou

you were a little bit worried about leaving bokuto and your child even if it was just for a couple of hours. you had to visit your parents in kyoto and dropby for groceries on the way home

it's not that you didn't trust him, you were just not quite sure if the house would be exactly the same as when you left knowing how bokuto and your child loved to play A LOT

you considered calling akaashi to babysit the two lmao

bokuto matched your child's energy so while you're incharge of all the serious baby duties, bokuto was incharge of playing and goofing around with your child while you rested

really, your child got their hyperactiveness from bo

you were also the one who dealt with the tantrums while bo assisted, so when bo was left to deal with your son's tantrum alone, he panicked and was about to cry himself because your son was crying and it made him sad :(

you left the house around 6 am after preparing breakfast for your husband and son as well as the other things that bokuto will need for the day. althought bokuto spent a lot of time with your child, it didn't always include the serious baby duties so you knew for sure if you hadn't displayed the diapers and vitamins on the counter in advance, he'd be flipping the house upside down searching for them.

you also left a note on the fridge that consisted of all the instructions and reminders to serve as a guide. you trusted bokuto, of course, but you really just didn't want to come home to a mess.

bokuto's arms snaked around your waist and squeezed you lightly in his hug, nuzzling his face at the crook of your neck. "can't you just take us with you?"

"i'd love to kou, but our son just recovered from a fever so it's best if he stays home for now."

he nodded, visibly frowning. you cupped his cheek to get him to look at you. "kou, baby, i'll be back before you know it."

bokuto pouted, looking at you with puppy dog eyes and it took everything in you not to cancel your plans. "call me if there's a problem, okay?" you kissed him goodbye and left.

with the note you left him, bokuto had no troubles throughout the morning routine even during bathtime. he would send you pictures and videos from time to time so you wouldn't have to worry, also because he loved sharing things with you.

bokuto loved playing with your son, loved seeing the adorable smile and hearing the soft giggles during their playtime even if it meant having to crawl on the carpet with his son on his back like a horse.

bokuto was filming him walking around with a huge smile on his face, "come to dada, little guy." your son just recently learned how to walk on their own so their steps were still unstable and wobbly and this resulted to your son tripping on his own feet.

bokuto could shit his pants right now, quickly fumbling to his now crying son to comfort him.

"hey little guy, it's okay you're good, dada's here now." he's whispering comforting words while gently rubbing on their back but the cries only got worse, the tears streaming down the little guy's face nonstop and this made bokuto's heart sink, feeling his own tears pool in his eyes. "shh i'm sorry, i'm sorry... you're okay, i gotchu."

his hands hesitantly reached out hug your son, so fragile it scared bokuto. he was calling you now and thank god you answered right away.

"kou?"

"he won't stop crying and i don't know what to do, can you come home now please? i think i just made our son hate me."

you sighed, "he doesn't hate you, kou. can you tell me what happened?"

"i was taking a video of him while he walked around but then he tripped and i swear i was watching over him! he won't stop crying, oh god i'm gonna cry too."

"did he hit his head? is he seriously hurt anywhere?"

"no," bokuto mumbled and you sighed in relief.

"okay that's good. it'll be fine babe, kids fall sometimes, okay? especially at this stage where they're learning how to walk. just carry him around for a while and he'll eventually ca-"

"what if i drop him?! should i ask akaashi to come over??" he pressed the phone between his ear and shoulder, gently and carefully lifting his son from the ground, pressing him close to his chest despite being nervous.

"you won't drop him kou, i'll punch you if you do, and no, do not call keiji. you got this, babe, you're his dad and he needs you not his uncle."

it took a while to convince bokuto that he was going to be find and to get off the phone so he can start comforting your son. bokuto did as you said, cradling him in his arms while he walked around the house and pointing to the pictures on the wall until your son finally calmed down. the only problem was that his son would start crying again whenever he attempted to bring him down, tiny hands clinging around his neck and onto his shirt.

you arrived home around 8 pm, announcing your arrival only to be met with silence at the door.

"kou?"

your eyes softened as soon as you found him asleep on the couch with your son on top of his chest, his strong arms wrapped securely around the tiny human being. you quietly kneel beside the couch, stroking bokuto's hair which slowly woke him up.

"i'm home." you smiled.

bokuto brought a finger to his lips and you pressed your lips together, taking your son away from his arms so you can tuck him in for the night.

"i'm sooo tired," bokuto whined, resting his head on top of your chest and cuddling close to you as soon as you joined him in bed. "it's my turn to be baby."

you snorted, bokuto's soft snores filling the quiet room in just a few seconds. "goodnight baby."

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vanillann · 4 years

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pancakes for dinner (spencer reid x reader)

based off the song “pancakes for dinner” by lizzy mcalpine

so i’m having crazy writers block and can’t seem to write any request, so here a really bad work from the drafts

word count: 1.4k

“Now boarding flight 356 to Virginia.”

I swiped off the news article from my phone, politics would have to wait till I had free time again.

I grabbed my bag, quickly checking to make sure everything was in place as I walked to the gate.

I quickly ran through the hall, handing off my rolling bag to the polite man standing beside the door.

I looked down at my ticket and quickly found my seat, bless god for window seats.

I took the seat, the hard leather would be annoying for the hours I was stuck on this plane.

I played with the end of my long sleeve, nervous because I was going back home and I hadn’t seen the team in almost three weeks.

“Hi, you must be my plane partner.”

I turned my head to see a beautiful redhead smiling at me as she took a seat.

“Oh hi, I’m (Y/N).”

“Lizzie.”

I nodded my head and continued to look at the headrest from the seat in front of me.

“So what were you doing in Rome (Y/N)?”

Lizzie smiled at me, turning in her seat to slightly face me.

“I got a month off work, I spent the first week in the hospital and the last 3 here.”

Lizzie looked over me wide eyed.

“Why were you in the hospital?”

I laughed to myself, I forgot that most people's jobs don’t experience near death often.

“I’m an FBI agent, I got caught in the middle of a shot out.”

Lizzie turned more in her seat, now completely sitting sideways and watching me with wonder.

“A really FBI agent, that’s so cool.”

I smiled, turning in my seat to face her better as well.

“I work a basic office job, it’s so boring.”

Lizzie went on for a few minutes about her office job until the plane took off.

The conversation flowed easily, she was included, nice and easy to speak to, something I enjoyed about people.

“So why did you come to Rome?”

Lizzie's entire demeanor changed quickly, gripping onto the true edge of her seat lightly.

“It was supposed to be my honeymoon but my I left my fiancé for someone else and then found out she died in a plane crash the day before.”

The atmosphere we had both created slowly became darker, the idea of talking about dead love from a plane crash while on a plane felt weird.

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, I know she would have wanted me to move on.”

I placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, watching her look down at the white dress that laid across her lap.

“Did she know?”

Lizzie simply shook her head, a sad smile playing at her lips.

“I never told her, she was my best friend.”

The first thing I thought of was Spencer, the way I would feel if I was in that position.

“What?”

Lizzie made eye contact with me, her face searching mine for I don’t know what.

“Huh?”

“You were thinking about something, what was it?”

I shook my head, telling her it was nothing just a work thing.

“Work thing my ass, tell me.”

I looked at the computer screen, seeing I had multiple hours left until I would get off the plane.

It can’t hurt to tell the stranger that slowly became your friend about your sad love life, right?

Right.

“I’m in love with my best friend, who is also my co-worker.”

Lizzie shrugged her shoulder, placing her elbows on the arm rest and letting her rest head on her hands.

“So?”

“So, it’s a tragedy waiting to happen.”

“A tragedy waiting to happen was the love of my life dying before I could tell her.”

Lizzie gave me a smirk, watching me with big brown eyes like she could manipulate my mind.

“Well it’s not the same, Spencer-“

“Spencer, he sounds smart.”

I laughed and helped the chuckle to flow easily from my lips.

“You have no idea, he’s a genius with a 187 IQ.”

Lizzie eyes wide again, mouthing a “wow”.

“I know and he is so sweet.”

Memories of Spencer bring me food and let me borrow his cardigans flash through my thoughts. I hadn’t spoken to him in three week, hoping that in Rome I could fall in love with a beautiful man and forget about the gorgeous genius.

That didn’t happen.

“You must really like the boy,” Lizzie spoke softly.

“I mean yeah, I’ve known him for 6 years now, how couldn’t I.”

Lizzie laughed, pushing my shoulder and grabbing my bag.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting your phone.”

Lizzie easily found my phone, sitting my bag in her lap and handing the phone to me.

“Call him.”

She had a stern look on her face, I almost felt like I would get slapped if I didn’t listen.

“I can’t, it’s ruining everything.”

“How do you know that?”

I looked back out the window of the plane, watching the clouds pass easily past me.

“What if he doesn’t feel the same or worse, what if I’m wrong about my feelings.”

I felt a hand lay gentle on my shoulder, rubbing small circles as she spoke.

“I got a question that will help.”

I looked back over my shoulder at her, waiting for her to continue.

“If you don’t know if you’re in love or not, think about who you would want to eat pancakes for dinner with.”

The sight of me standing against my counter flash through. I could imagine Spencer standing across from me, holding a bottle of syrup with his proud little smirk across his face.

I could imagine him telling me how unhealthy everything I was doing was, then continue to eat little pieces of the pancakes from my plate.

I could imagine coming home from a hard case with him beside me buying the mix because I had the craving on the jet.

I could imagine it all, but only with him.

It was only him.

“Oh my-“

“I told you.”

Lizzie pushed the phone closer to my hand, her eyes watching closely as I took it and opened it to find Spencer's number.

I looked over Lizzie for the last time, her encouraging smile was all it took for me to press the call.

I slowly bought the phone up to my ear, listening to the ringing. My nerves were on fire but Lizzie held my other hand, making me calm down slightly.

“Hello this is Dr. Spencer Reid, please leave a message.”

I looked at Lizzie, the panic was definitely setting in now.

“Voicemail.”

This wasn’t part of the plan.

“It’s okay.”

I listened from the final beep, I felt like I was going to be sick.

I heard the beep echo, the words falling past my mouth without even thinking about what I was saying.

“Hi Spencer, it’s me (Y/N).”

I cringed listening to my own voice, I sounded like I was talking to my boss or something.

“I have a feeling you and the team are on a case or something so you probably aren’t going to get this until Pen teaches you how.”

Lizzie laughed to herself, making me smile slightly.

“Okay, um here goes everything.”

I felt Lizzie grip tighter on my hand, sending me over the edge.

“I wanna eat pancakes for dinner with you, I know that doesn't makes sense to you and all but- um.”

I looked back out the window, the clouds passing me helped everything make more sense in my brain.

“A stranger on the plane told me a crazy story about the love of her life dying in a plane crash and eating pancakes for dinner and I realized that I can’t keep acting like I don’t want you.”

I took the large breath of air, my nerves slowly leaving my body.

“And right now i’m horrified that this will end horribly but right now I’m stuck on this plane and if it crashes or I disappear or some serial killer finds me, I need you to know.”

“I love you Spencer Reid, I always have and I can’t help it that I wanna eat pancakes for dinner with you.”

Lizzie on the other hand wrapped around the one she already held.

“I can’t help it that you might be the love of my life and I might die today, so if you don’t feel the same it’s okay but I just need you to know.”

I gave a basic “bye” before quickly hanging up the phone, quickly handing the phone back to Lizzie and letting my head fall into my lap.

“You got balls (Y/N)”

I looked up, Lizzie had nothing but a large smile across her face, watching me closely.

“You think?”

“Oh definitely, he’s crazy if he doesn’t want pancakes at dinner with you.”

part ii

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drkcnry67 · 4 years

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let us have delayed fun!

title: Let Us Have Delayed Fun

pairing: Jensen x reader

fluff 2020 sq: delayed flights

kink 2020 sq: masturbation

rating: 18+

tags: heavy flirtation, some dirty dancing type thing, discreet sexual acts in public, guy fingering girl discreetly on the dancefloor in crowd of people, guy fingering girl in a crowded elevator

summery: not telling

created for @spnfluffbingo @spnkinkbingo

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it hadnt been very long, actually but an hour since you both had set eyes on eachother. departing at the security gate you both went to wait for your respected flights home but after an hour a storm warning delayed all the outgoing flights.

you both took your luggage and had the same idea, give the attendants your phone numbers to be alerted when the flights are ready to leave again, head to the nearest hotel and drink/dance the hours away…

this hotel just happened to be the same damn hotel (hyatt regency orlando international airport hotel) for it was just outside the hotel that you heard your name being called.

Jensen: “YN… YN wait up!”

you turned around to be face to face once more with Jensen… it was torture but it was better than being alone…

Jensen: “thank goodness i caught up to you… i have been screaming your name for the entire walk from the desk in the airport to here…”

YN: “sorry i had ear buds in… let me guess your flight got delayed too..?”

jensen: “yes it did, how bout to save money we share a room… it would be a whole hell of a lot less boring…”

YN: “why not but we need to go dancing, i am gonna go stir crazy if i dont fall to a beat…”

Jensen: “it will happen, but first i think we need to get into something hot and sexy to blend in at the club…”

you nod as Jensen with his suitcase comes beside you and your suitcase both of you walking into the hotel.

desk personal: “can i help you?”

Jensen: “yes we would like to check in, our flights got delayed…”

Desk personal: “i will need a name to charge the room under as well a card to charge it too…”

Jensen with his dashing smile pulled out his wallet and took out one of his cards.

Jensen: “name is Jensen Ackles. and ill charge this to Visa please. and make sure the room is non smoking with a balcony.”

Desk Personal: “of course mr Ackles. please tap when your ready and one of you will need to sign this agreement its just a standard agreement saying you wont destroy the rooms or anything like that…”

You looked at Jensen and then you took the pen and signed the paper…

YN: “we are just smart enough to wait somewhere comfortable till this storm passes… however long it takes… we dont care…”

Desk personal: “ah yes well storms usually last about 2-3 days depending on the level of the storm. it will be a while so yes you both are very smart in waiting someplace comfortable. now here is your room key you are in room 405 enjoy your stay and welcome to the Hyatt regency Orlando international airport hotel.”

you take the room key and shove it in the corner of your bra so you can take your suitcase in one hand while Jensen take your hand with his free hand. he keeps eyeing you, like he wants to jump you right then right there.

Jensen: “you know if you wear something with easy access you and i will have some fun on the dancefloor. some very heated decreet fun..”

he flashed you another one of his charming smiles. this made your knees feel week. both of you got into the elevator pushing the button to go to the floor to go to your room.

YN: “there is a club down the road calld Noches Azul, i hear its a popular and amazing place for those who like to move with the beat of their own drum.”

Jensen: “then we shall dress to the appropriate color too… ladies first.”

he says as the elevator doors opened. you walked out first and started down the hall slowly till Jensen stepped off the elevator then it was fair game you turned and blew him a kiss before taking off down the hall.

Jensen dropped his luggage beside yours in front of your door and pursured you, when he caught you he picked you up bridal style before reaching in to grab the key card out of your bra with his teeth.

then using your free hand you slid it in the door Jensen used his elbow to push the door open. he carried you placing you on the bed placing ferverous kisses all over your body.

this continued for several moments before you both pulled back and smiled.

YN: “if we dont get off of this bed we wont make it dancing… we want to have some discreet fun dont we?”

Jensen groaned at you, but of course he knew you were right…

Jensen: “your right. so what are you wearing tonight?”

YN: “stay right here and ill show you…”

you go into the other room away from Jensen’s view and you put on the little blue dress you had found at the airport. it just happened to fit the bill… once the dress was on you put all your stuff nice-ishly back where it was.

YN: “Jensen play Sexy Back… i want to see your reaction to me in this dress with this song.”

you listen for the start of the song, it starts and you wait for the bridge, where you begin to move slowly then you began to move into view along the wall when the chorus started.

as you continued to move your body on the corner of the wall you watched Jensen’s eyes not leave your form. you could see the lust in his eye, you could see the way his lips curled and the way he licked his lips. it turned you on so bad.

Jensen: “when did you pick this little number up?”

YN: “at the airport after i passed security, i went to grab a snack and came out with this dress. what do you think?”

Jensen: “i love it, it is exactly what will help this night to go smoothly. as well as it just looks smashing on you.”

Jensen had already stopped the song, you continued to stand against the wall, but Jensen figured he had to find something hot for himself to wear. you waited paitently for him to come back wearing the navy shirt along with some Jeans.

you let out a whistle for that shirt brought out his features very well. you had your leather jacket on the couch near by, Jensen had his in hand as well, you handed him your id to keep in his wallet along with the key card.

in moments you were off walking through the small area to the club. where you both would dance and dance till your hearts content or till you both felt so hot and heavy that it would be beneficial if you were anywhere but there.

arriving you both showd your id and were let inside. you both checked your jackets and Jensen stuck the check stubs in his wallet. you both went straight to the dance floor. you were glued to Jensen like a dirty shirt.

no one would dare to mess with either of you. finding a nice darkish spot on the dancefloor private enough for some “secret” fun.

both of you now taking part in the music, the beat coursing through your forms, your shared forms blending not missing a single beat no one around you paid any attention.

under the dimest spotlight there was, you and Jensen now stood making yourselves as comfortable as could be. the beat taking over, the feeling of Jensen’s hands roaming your body, this made your pussy very very wet.

Jensen(whispering in your ear): “grind my fingers baby keep dancing.”

you did as commanded, you were so wet and had orgasmed 5 times by the time the song was done. thats when Jensen pulled his fingers back again before you could orgasm again, he once more leaned down to whisper.

Jensen (whispering): “squirt for me baby!”

Jensen once more dipped his fingers hard into your soaking wet pussy. the silent moans, the rest of the club clueless as fuck and the feeling of Jensen’s fingers diving deeper and deeper into your pussy.

your body kept moving trying to contain any signs that you were discreetly being masturbated by a man you have only known for a month. this was your normal, this felt right in more ways than one.

Jensen had been there for you from the first day you met him. till now you had been completely alone, no man had entered your life long enough to even have your first kiss, long enough to ever make it as far as you had with Jensen. to be feeling these feelings made you wonder if he felt it to.

truth was he was completely feeling the same thing you were this was how you first swiruted, this was the man you knew was to be your present as well as your future.

in that moment you didnt care, you knew eventually your flights would take you both home seperately and probably your paths would never cross again. but in this moment it felt like heaven on earth.

Jensen hit one sweet spot and you squirted, discreetly you and Jensen giggling and smiling walked out of that club as fast as possible remembering to grab your coats on the way out.

arriving outside the club and walking back to the hotel you both laughed, for it was to be destiny that would give you both the biggest surprise ever.

arriving back at the hotel you both stumble up to the room, shutting the door again ending up in eachothers arms on the bed, the clothes you guys had been wearing were now all over the floor, and both of you were now cuddled in bed having just done sex for what felt like the millionth time during this entire trip.

reality started to sink in when the phone calls came in 6 hours later, this was when it sunk in. both of you looked at the clock it read 3:30am this was the time that the delay was no more. this was when you were both disturbed to get up get repacked and get ready for your flights home.

Jensen: “ill never forget the time we spent together. i left you something in your suitcase. you will find it and know what it means when the time comes. i also took down your address and phone number ill be sending you little things to show you i havent forgotten.”

YN: “i feel the same way but once we leave here, why would you waste time on a non celeb like me. i mean sure maybe our friends set us up but we wont know that till we confront them. i should have said this sooner but before i get on this plane there is something you should know. i think i have fallen for you. but i know not what to think at this moment. i took down your number as well, please understand that i may not communicate right away but thats cause i have a best friend whose anxiously awaiting my return home.”

Jensen: “same here, but please let me know when you do arrive home. i would like to know you arrived safely.”

Jensen helped you once more by helping you with your bags as he walked by your side to the airport and up to the check in once more to get your updated tickets and then it was time to part once more in such sweet sorrow.

you and jensen let go of your bags and hugged it out once more before parting to your respected gates. but you whispered in his ear when you hugged him.

YN: “i will let you know when im back on home soil. i will always remember your touch.”

Jensen and you parted and went on your way. arriving home you sent Jensen a text.

YN (texting Jensen): “hey Jensen its YN. i am back on home soil and i already miss your embrace. i am heading to baggage to collect my luggage, then to meet my best friend in the lobby. home hasnt changed. let me know when you land and what your seeing too. ill look forward to being in more correspondance with you soon <3″

you grabbed your bag and went down the escalator straight into the arms of your best friend. you broke down as soon as you hit her embrace. she just stood there hugging you not caring that either of you were in public, you both stood there as you cried.

Beth: “what happened girl?”

YN: “long story short the trip was amazing, but i fear i have fallen in love with someone i might never seen again. i missed you.”

Beth: “come on lets get you out of here and back home.”

you both exited the airport and went back home. later when you were alone you looked at your phone and saw a messgae from jensen.

Jensen (via text): “hey beautiful i made it home to, i know how you feel, it feels weird to be home again. my best friend is waiting i just grabbed my luggage. i hope everything goes well. till we speak again. i miss you too <3″

that was the message that sent you into a suspended sleep your bestie crawled into bed after she was done her work. she didnt care that you were passed out. she was just happy that you were home.

Jensen had a similar greeting from his best friend and returned home to his large and half empty bed also falling into a suspended sleep all he could think about was you.

*to be continued*

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noona-clock · 5 years

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Expectations - Part 8, Final Chapter

Genre: College/Roommates!AU – Pure Fluff

Pairing: Hanbin x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: None

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 | Words: 2,493

It had been several months since that first date.

They had been months filled with countless kisses, movie nights, date nights, meals together, text messages, heart emojis. Filled with eye rolls, frustrated sighs, silent treatments (on his part, not yours), door slams.

As it turned out, being in a relationship with your roommate was not as easy as you’d thought (or hoped). Or maybe it was just the fact that Hanbin was your roommate, and being in a relationship with Hanbin wasn’t as easy as you’d thought. He still had trouble opening up to you, and his preferred way of letting you know he was upset was by just not talking to you. Even if you weren’t the thing upsetting him.

You’d spent many hours trying to pry words out of him, and after all that time and effort, he still wasn’t any better about communicating with you.

But... it was all worth it.

Because the good times far, far outweighed the bad, and it’s not like they were even bad times. They were just difficult. But what relationship was ever easy all the time?

Besides, Hanbin always apologized for being a jerk and thanked you for trying to help him. That helped ease the sting of his silent treatments.

The first time you spent apart from each other was during your university’s winter break. You had flown home for Christmas and New Year’s, and Hanbin had gone to visit his family about two hours away from school.

You had missed him terribly, of course, but one day in-between the two holidays, Hanbin had texted you an audio file out of the blue. The two of you hadn’t been messaging too much since you were both busy with your respective families, but... apparently, Hanbin had also been busy with something else.

When you pressed play, you quickly realized it was a song. A new song. You’d heard all of his songs at this point (including the one he wrote on the day he’d realized his feelings for you -- the lyrics were all about you being his ideal type of girl, and you had almost cried when you’d first listened to it), but the opening music playing now was unfamiliar to you.

As you listened, you heard Hanbin singing and rapping, asking you what you were doing. Talking about how much he missed you and thought about you and dreamed about you.

Unsurprisingly, tears had filled your eyes by the end of the song, and you immediately started writing a message back to him.

But not just any message.

Since he had expressed his feelings the best way he knew how -- through a song -- you would express yours the best way you knew how -- in a list.

You fervently typed out a bulleted list of all the things you missed about him right at that very moment:

His smile

Specifically, his lips

And more specifically, his kisses

The feeling of his arms around you

The feeling of your hand in his

The smell of his shampoo

The sight of him doing push-ups in his room

The way he curses when you’re cooking something particularly yummy smelling

The adoring look he gets on his face when his younger sister calls him

The way he says your name

The way he comes up behind you and hugs you and kisses your shoulder

The way he always lets you sleep in his room when you wake up in the middle of the night for whatever reason

And the way he sometimes comes into your room because he just knows you can’t sleep

There had only been two other thunderstorms since you’d officially started dating, and Hanbin had effectively calmed you down during both of them. He’d held you tightly, rubbed your back, kissed your forehead, whispered comforting words to you.

The whole three weeks you were home, you had been checking the weather for your flight back. If you had to fly through a storm... honestly, you would just need to reschedule. You were pretty positive you couldn’t fly by yourself if there were thunder and lightning and pouring rain outside.

Up until the day you left, the chance of bad weather seemed slim to none.

But, all of a sudden, as you sat at the airport waiting to board, you saw there was now a 40% chance of storms right around the time you would be landing.

You texted Hanbin, of course, and he assured you it would be fine. If the forecast could change that quickly, it could change again just as quickly. Plus, he would be there to pick you up, so if it was storming when you landed, you wouldn’t have to spend that much time by yourself.

You spent the entire flight gripping the arms of your seat and bouncing your right leg anxiously. You felt terrible for the person sitting next to you, but they ended up falling asleep not even ten minutes in.

After a grueling few hours, you let out the longest sigh of relief when the plane touched down. You immediately fished your phone out and turned it back on, navigating to your messages and typing one out to Hanbin to let him know you’d just landed.

He replied back immediately with a heart emoji, and before you could ask if he was already at the airport waiting, he sent another message telling you just that.

He knew you so well.

As soon as you were able, you grabbed your carry-on bag, followed your fellow passengers off the plane, and booked it to the arrivals lobby.

It had been three full weeks since you’d seen your boyfriend, and you couldn’t remember the last time you’d been so excited to see someone.

...Oh, god. Now you felt guilty because you’d just visited your family for the first time in months, and you hadn’t been this anxious to see them.

Well. Nothing you could do about it now!

You swerved around people, weaving through the crowd until you finally reached the arrivals lobby, your eyes searching for that familiar handsome face, that familiar smile.

When your eyes locked on just that face, your lips curved into a huge grin and you let out a soft squeal. You gripped the handle of your suitcase tightly as you broke out into a run, not wanting to drop the thing on your way over there.

Hanbin, too, started making his way to you, and in just a few seconds, you practically knocked him over when you threw your arms around his neck.

You heard him chuckle softly as he returned your embrace, and in a moment of passion, you let go of your suitcase and pushed yourself off the ground, wrapping your legs around his middle.

“Whoa, hey,” he laughed, though he instantly held onto you tighter, his fingers gripping your waist.

“God, I missed you,” you sighed, pressing your forehead to his and closing your eyes.

“Three weeks is a long time,” he murmured.

You felt him tilt his head right before you felt his lips capture yours, and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling into the kiss.

“I missed you, too,” he whispered against your lips.

You then pulled away so you could place a kiss on his cheek and his chin and his nose and his eyelid and his forehead and any other available inch of his face. His skin got warmer the more you kissed him, and he finally squeezed you before trying to squirm away from your affections.

“Come on, let’s go home,” he chuckled.

...Home.

You had only lived there for six months, but strangely enough, it did feel like home.

Maybe... Okay, this is going to sound really cheesy, but maybe it felt like home because... Hanbin was there.

You let yourself drop back down to the floor, though you almost immediately replaced your legs with your arms, clinging to him as he took your suitcase and headed for the airport exit.

You had discovered very quickly that Hanbin, despite his somewhat aloof exterior, was a sucker for affection. He especially loved when you hugged him and slid your hands into his back pockets, though really any sort of touching would do for him. He was a fan of it all.

“Did it storm at all on the plane?” he asked as the two of you strolled out to the parking lot.

You shook your head, humming negatively... but you eyed the dark gray clouds up in the sky warily.

Hanbin squeezed your shoulders and kissed your temple. “We’ll get home before it starts, I promise,” he told you quietly.

And, as if Hanbin really was able to control the weather, the second you set foot inside your dorm was the second the rain began. There had been a few fat droplets on the windshield here and there on the way home, but now that you were safely inside, it came down in buckets.

“It’s just rain,” you said softly when Hanbin threw you a ‘are you going to be okay?’ look. “I’m going to go unpack.”

Your boyfriend simply nodded and headed off to his own room.

You lugged your suitcase up onto your bed, unzipping it and grabbing the dirty clothes. You threw them in your laundry hamper as you tried to ignore the pouring rain tapping violently on your window.

It was fine. It was just rain! Just rain was not a thunderstorm, so you were --

A flash of lightning lit up your room briefly, and before the thunder even had a chance to follow it, you had rushed into Hanbin’s room.

He was there waiting practically with open arms, standing by the edge of his bed and pulling you into his embrace as soon as you arrived.

“I’m sorry,” you said breathlessly, your brow furrowed with guilt. “Maybe one day I won’t be so --”

Hanbin simply lifted one hand and pressed a finger to your lips.

“Haven’t I told you to stop apologizing every time it storms?” he murmured, though the look in his eyes was one of pure affection.

Yes. He had. Every single time.

And yet... you still did.

“Come here,” he whispered, keeping his hold on you firm as he turned you away from his bed.

“Where are we going?” you asked, your voice already shaky as you heard the wind whistling through the trees outside.

“Just come here,” Hanbin chuckled. He held your shoulders, walking behind you and guiding you to... his closet?

It was then you noticed that all of his recording equipment was on the floor by his bathroom door, and you looked back and forth between the closet door and the small pile of audio appliances.

“Wha --”

But Hanbin had reached around you and opened the door to his closet before you could finish your question.

When you saw what was inside, your breath caught in your throat. Your jaw dropped slightly, your lips parting in surprise.

Instead of his usual slapdash recording studio, his closet now housed some soft blankets, a few pillows, a lantern, and the soundproof padding.

“We can sleep in here tonight,” Hanbin murmured.

...He had set up camp inside his closet. His soundproof closet. Just for you.

You whirled around to face him, your eyes filled to the brim with tears. “You... did this for me?” you asked, your voice watery and choked with emotion.

Hanbin raised his hands and cradled your cheeks in his palms, his eyes gazing at you with complete and utter adoration. “Yeah, of course,” he whispered. “I kept checking the forecast, and I wanted to be ready.”

You stood on your toes to kiss him, but a loud crack of thunder made you jump.

“Come on, get in there,” he chuckled, turning you around and herding you in.

You were all too happy to get under the blankets, burrow into the pillows, and close yourself in this tiny, dark space. Because once Hanbin shut the door completely, the sound of the driving rain was totally erased. You wouldn’t be able to hear the rain or thunder, you wouldn’t be able to see the lightning.

For all intents and purposes, the storm didn’t even exist anymore.

As soon as Hanbin settled under the blankets next to you, you scooted as close to him as you could and pressed your lips to his.

“Thank you,” you whispered. “I can’t think of anything more thoughtful. Nobody’s ever done something like this for me before.”

“Good,” he replied, making you laugh softly in confusion.

“Good? What do you mean?”

“It’s good that nobody has ever done something this thoughtful for you before because that means... nobody has ever loved you like I do.”

For the second time in a span of just a few minutes, your breath caught in your throat. But before you could say anything, Hanbin lifted a hand and smoothed your hair back from your forehead. He leaned in and kissed one of your eyelids.

He whispered, “I love you.”

You couldn’t stop a wide, giddy grin from appearing on your lips, and you replied softly, “I love you, too.”

Hanbin enveloped you in his arms then, tucking you underneath his chin and holding you as if you could still hear the storm outside. He gripped you tightly, he rubbed your back, he tangled his legs with yours.

But instead of whispering ‘it’s okay, you’ll be all right, I’m here’ into your ear, you heard ‘I missed you so much, I’m so glad you’re back, I love you’ instead.

Which was much more preferable.

As you settled into your boyfriend’s arms, curling up against his chest and pressing your ear to him so you could hear his heartbeat, you couldn’t remember a time you’d felt more at peace.

Even though there was a storm raging right outside your window, you had never been less anxious in your life.

You weren’t thinking about all the times Hanbin frustrated you or all the times he would frustrate you in the future. You weren’t thinking about all the thunderstorms which hadn’t happened yet, all your upcoming classes and the grades you had yet to earn. You weren’t wondering how long your relationship with Hanbin would last. Until the end of the school year? The end of university? The end of time?

You weren’t even thinking about how, just a handful of months ago, you never would’ve been able to imagine this would happen. It wasn’t even crossing your mind that you had set an expectation for your first year of college, for your new roommate, for everything, and how things had turned out so differently than you’d thought they would.

Right here, right now, you were only thinking of how happy you were. How loved you felt. How content and satisfied and comfortable and lucky you were.

And how ridiculously, deliriously, crazily in love you were with Hanbin.

Because that’s all that really mattered right now.

Right now, and forever.

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hotforharrison · 5 years

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His Service ch 4: It’s the destination, not the journey

Chapter 3 <-- His Service Masterlist --> Chapter 5

Pairing: Tom Holland/Reader, eventual Harrison Osterfield/Reader

Summary: A series of memories of memories relating to the love of your life, Tom, and his service in the Army.

Word Count: 3,023

Warnings: Language and smut, my usual go-tos.

A/N: Longer than usual chapter! Poor reader!

You walked up to the ticket counter at the airport, wheeling your suitcase behind you, giving her your ID. “I’m heading to the Lawton Fort Sill airport.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am, your connecting flight to Dallas Fort Worth has been canceled due to the weather. Would you like to take a later flight or receive a full refund?” the ticket agent told you.

“How much later?” you asked. “My boyfriend is graduating from basic training, and Family Day starts tomorrow morning.”

“We’re pretty booked up right now. Looks like the earliest open seat I have is at 11:30am, with a connecting flight to Lawton Fort Sill at 6:00pm, arriving at 8:40pm,” she said.

“I’d miss the entire Family Day!” You felt tears burning hot in your eyes. “Fine, though. I’ll take it. Since it was the weather, I take it there’s no free hotel room?”

She booked your new flight. “No, there’s not. I’m sorry again, ma’am.”

“It’s okay. Sometimes stuff happens,” you responded, with a shrug, before you turned around and headed back to the airport entrance.

Your ride was long gone already. You’d chosen an airport a few hours away from home to save significantly on your plane tickets, which was now pointless because you were going to have to pay for an extra hotel room for the night.

No one from London was able to make the trip for his graduation, so Tom was going to be alone for Family Day now. Lovely.

You used your phone to find a last minute hotel room near the airport and get an Uber to take there. Since that was done, you opened your messenger app to text Tom.

You: Not sure when you’ll have your phone back, but my flight got canceled, and they weren’t able to get me on a flight until tomorrow afternoon. I won’t be getting in until tomorrow night. I’m so sorry I’ll be missing Family Day, but I should hopefully be there for graduation.

With a heavy sigh, you went to wait for your Uber.

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The hotel you went to was overbooked. In fact, all the hotels within a reasonable price range in the area were booked up due to the flight cancellations.

You spent over two hours trying to find somewhere to stay so you could be a functional human being for traveling the next day.

It left you over half an hour away from the airport in a motel that had seen better days, and cost entirely too much for what it was, but at least it was something.

You settled down in your room, ready to take a shower and head to bed.

After being used so much, your phone really needed to be charged, but you quickly discovered that you’d only packed the USB cable half of your charger.

You were so exhausted that you decided to just take a shower and set the alarm clock in the room for early enough that you could go buy another power adapter at the nearest store.

Tom probably wouldn’t get his phone back that early, so you had plenty of time to charge yours for when he got in touch with you.

The bed was uncomfortable, but you eventually drifted off to sleep.

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Daylight was streaming through the edges of the curtains when you woke up, and you immediately panicked.

It was after 11am, and you weren’t even out of bed. Your flight was supposed to take off in about half an hour. Your hotel was over half an hour away. That flight was not going to happen.

You checked the alarm clock and found you’d set the alarm for 6PM instead of 6AM.

Even though you were missing that flight, you still hurried to check out of the motel so you could head to the airport via a taxi you called from your room, since your phone was dead.

The taxi was late, and you didn’t get to the airport until almost 1pm. Then, you waited in line to go to the ticket counter once again.

“I’m late for my flight, which was entirely my fault, and I’d like to book a new one to Lawton Fort Sill, as soon as possible,” you said.

“I can get you to Dallas Fort Worth today, but you’d be on stand-by for the last two flights to Lawton Fort Sill,” the ticket agent replied.

“Thank you. I’ll do that,” you told him, handing over your card to pay for another plane ticket and to check your bag. It would be worth it to see Tom again.

You had slightly over two hours before your flight took off. At least there would be a shop in the airport to buy a new power adapter after you got through security, and somewhere to plug it in.

Security was relatively painless, since you hadn’t brought much with you that wasn’t in your checked bag.

Before you headed to your gate, you quickly walked around trying to find a shop that might have a power adapter, eventually finding one with a drastically overpriced charger for your phone.

Your gate had some power outlets, and you plugged your phone in to charge, powering it on as soon as you could.

You had unread messages from Tom.

Tom: It’s not your fault the flight was canceled, sweetheart. I have my phone back for a bit now, so I’m going to call.

Tom: Is everything alright? It went straight to voicemail. Are you on an earlier flight?

Tom: Well, Family Day is starting soon, and we have to give our phones back. I’ll see you tomorrow morning. I can’t wait to be with you again, love.

For the second time, you’d missed talking to him. You wanted to curl up in a ball and cry again, like you had when you missed his phone call before, but you settled for just the crying part. You’d pull yourself back together before your flight to Dallas.

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Your flight to Dallas was long, but you made your way to the gate for the flight to Lawton Fort Sill. Both of them were booked up, but you did get on a morning flight. Unless the flight defied the laws of physics, you were going to miss the ceremony, but you'd definitely get to see him for his 36 hour pass off base after that. You couldn’t wait.

You’d already talk to the hotel you booked to let them know you still intended to stay for the next two nights, and that you wanted them to give a keycard to Tom if he showed up before you did.

You pulled out your phone to text Tom to let him know.

You: I’m so sorry I missed your call again. Fuck the universe right now. This trip so far has been a complete shitshow. I’ll tell you all about it later. I won’t be at the airport until early tomorrow afternoon, and I’ll head straight to the hotel. I’m attaching the confirmation page with all the booking info, in case you get there before I do. I already called and told them you might be there first. Hopefully, they made a note of it somewhere.

You put on your headphones and decided to watch some YouTube videos to decompress, since you were spending the night in the airport at the terminal.

You’d already set a dozen different alarms. Oversleeping was not going to be an issue again.

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You thought the flight to Dallas had been long, but the flight to Lawton was infinitely longer, the seconds until you would get to see Tom again passing by slower than molasses.

Even though you’d been up for almost 24 hours, sleep wasn’t going to happen when you were so keyed up. You wouldn’t be able to relax until you were in Tom’s arms again.

You did everything you could to help pass the time. Reading took too much focus. You hated every single song that came up on shuffle on your mp3 player. You’d turned off your phone to preserve battery life, paranoid another incident would happen with your phone dying at the worst possible time.

“I hate to be nosy, but are you okay?” the woman seated next to you asked.

“Yeah, I’m just seeing my boyfriend for the first time in a couple months. We haven’t even been able to talk on the phone. He’s graduating from basic training this morning,” you explained.

“I figured as much. I’ve been there and done that. My husband’s been in for over 9 years now. I’d recommend checking out online groups for military girlfriends and wives for support. I’m part of some on Facebook, and it’s been really helpful, especially during deployments.”

“Thank you for the advice. I’ll keep that in mind,” you told her.

“You look like you could use a distraction. So, tell me about your boyfriend,” she said.

“Well, his name is Tom,” you started.

----

The flight landed smoothly, and you turned on your phone as soon as the flight attendant said it was allowed.

You’d found a new friend in the Army wife seated next to you, Hannah, and you added each other on Facebook.

“Have fun seeing Tom, honey,” she told you as you exited the plane.

“I definitely will. Thank you for earlier,” you said.

She pulled you into a hug. “Anytime. Don’t hesitate to message me if you want to talk.”

“I won’t,” you agreed as you parted ways and went to baggage claim to grab your suitcase.

Tom hadn’t messaged you again yet.

You headed to the hotel, fidgeting the entire ride there. It wouldn’t be long now.

After you checked in and got your key card, you headed up to the room, annoyed at how slow the elevator seemed to be moving.

Ideally, you’d be able to take a shower before he arrived and make yourself look cute.

You opened the door and walked in, heading straight for the shower.

The bathroom door opened, and you immediately startled.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I think they gave me a room that was already taken. I’ll go back to the front desk now,” you babbled as you grabbed your suitcase.

“Darling, it’s me. I wanted to surprise you,” Tom said he as he stepped into the room.

“Tom!” you cried out, abandoning your suitcase and launching yourself into his arms. “I’ve missed you so much.”

His arms wrapped around you. “Me too.”

You knew how tightly you were clinging to him was probably uncomfortable, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop.

He pulled away slightly and looked at your face with concern, thumb coming up to wipe away your tears. “Are you alright?”

“Overwhelmed and happy tears. I haven’t slept in over 24 hours, and I’m kind of all over the place, too,” you admitted.

“Oh, sweetheart.” He moved to kiss you, but you stopped him.

“Let me brush my teeth and take a shower first?” you requested.

He stroked your cheek instead of kissing you. “Of course. Do you mind if I join you?”

You leaned into his touch. “Not at all. Want to turn on the shower to warm up while I brush my teeth?”

“Sure.” He was quick to shed his clothes and head into the bathroom while you got your toothbrush, toothpaste, and shower supplies out of your suitcase.

The shower turned on before you brushed your teeth, and you were as quick as possible while still being thorough.

Your clothes joined his on the floor, and you found that he’d already gotten in and was cleaning himself off.

You slipped in next to him, immediately noticing the water pressure wasn’t the best, and there wasn’t a ton of space for two people. It was still workable, though.

Now that you could see him without a hat, the first thing you noticed was his new buzzcut. As much as you’d loved his gorgeous curls, he definitely still looked good, as devastatingly sexy as he always was, just a little different.

You ran your fingers lightly over his head, enjoying the feel of the short hair on your fingertips. Your thoughts wandered to what it would feel like against your thighs. Knowing Tom, you’d find that out soon enough.

The second thing you noticed was that he was leaner and more muscular than he had been. He put in time at the gym before he enlisted, but his workouts weren’t nearly as intense as basic training would be.

“Damn, you look really good, babe,” you told him, sincerely. “I was a little nervous it would take some getting used to, but I love it.”

He smiled brightly. “I was a bit worried, too, that you wouldn’t like my new look. I do plan on growing my hair out some, though. There’s plenty of regulation haircuts with a little more length.”

“It’s up to you. I like you fine just the way you are,” you promised.

He kissed you again, longer and wetter, and slid his hand down your body.

You laughed softly. “Let me get clean before we get dirty.”

“Of course, love. I’ll help,” he offered, reaching down to grab your shampoo, knowing how much you loved when he washed your hair.

You got under the spray until your hair and body were wet, then turned around.

His fingers worked the shampoo into your hair, slowly and thoroughly massaging your scalp, just the way you liked.

You clenched your thighs together. His touch was intensifying the arousal pulsing insistently between your legs. You slipped your hand between your legs.

He noticed and pushed it away. “I know, darling, I know. After you’re clean, I’m going to make you cum so hard you won’t remember what century it is, and then I’ll do it again, and again, and again.”

You whimpered, and were very grateful that he sped up the process of bathing you. The last place he cleaned was between your thighs, quick but thorough, and just left you wanting even more.

“Alright, we’re done.” He turned off the shower. “Just need to get dried off, and then I’ll take such good care of you.”

Instead of letting him dry you off like you normally would, you snatched the towel from him. You were still a little damp when you were done toweling yourself off and may have raced to the bed, but he didn’t say anything.

You plopped down with your legs spread, waiting for him to move between them.

He didn’t hesitate, positioning your legs over his shoulders. His tongue licked a broad stripe from your entrance to your clit. He lapped at your clit, pushing two slender fingers into you and pumping them in and out.

His buzzcut tickled a bit against your thighs, but you found that you liked it, a new sensation to add to the others.

“More,” you begged, squirming against his face.

He worked you faster with his tongue and pressed a third finger in next to the other two.

That was exactly what you needed, and you moaned, loud and long. Your hands scrambled to find something to do as you grew closer to your first climax, since the curls you usually gripped were gone.

His free hand reached up to grab yours, intertwining his fingers with yours.

You squeezed his hand, and moved the other hand onto the bedspread below you, finding that was enough.

“God, Tom, I’m so close. Please,” you groaned.

He knew exactly what to do, sucking your clit into his mouth and working his tongue over it just the way you liked.

Your orgasm hit you hard, sparks of pleasure igniting throughout your body. He didn’t stop, and neither did your orgasm. Eventually you disconnected from awareness, feeling like you were floating in a sea of fireworks.

“Sweetheart?” you heard Tom ask from far away.

“Tom?” you asked, your voice sounding weird in your head.

“Are you alright? I kind of lost you there for a minute,” he said, concerned and closer.

You opened your eyes, to see him at face level instead of between your thighs. “Jesus, I’ve never cum like that before.”

He softly laughed. “I broke you.”

You grinned. “You did, but it was amazing. You’re an orgasm wizard. But now, it’s your turn.”

“I’ll need a minute. Seeing, and hearing, and feeling you like that already got me off,” he admitted, sheepishly.

“That’s really hot. Also, this is your side of the bed,” you teased.

He grinned. “Worth it.”

Now that you were relaxed in your post-orgasmic bliss, you found yourself yawning.

It was contagious, Tom yawning louder and longer than you had. “Fuck, I’m knackered. We’ve both been up for a long time.”

“Yeah. I don’t want to miss out on time together, though,” you complained.

“We still have.” He glanced over at the alarm clock. “Over 32 hours. I’m not going to be awake for the next 32 hours when I have to head to my next duty station right after I get back. You’re also not staying awake for four days straight.”

“I guess you’re right,” you conceded, sighing.

“I’m always right,” he said, playfully.

You laughed. “Hardly, but I’ll give you this time.”

Both of you moved to get under the covers, and you moved into his arms, where you belonged.

“I missed you so fucking much,” he told you softly. “Missed this. Thought about you all the time, especially when it was rough. Your letters were everything during that 9 weeks of hell. Sorry I didn’t write back more.”

You pressed a kiss to the nearest skin you could reach, his chest. “Don’t be. I understand. I just wish there was more I could have done to help. Really, it was the least I could do for you. God, I love you.”

“I love you, too, darling. So much. I wish we had more time together, but we’ll make the most of what we do have,” he promised. “Now, sleep. I can tell how exhausted you are.”

You closed your eyes and listened to his heartbeat against your ear, quickly drifting off to the familiar rhythm.

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legion1993 · 4 years

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