#they were wearing the outfit that they met me in at the airport

[moonchild9350]

Miss You

Summary: Chan is finally home after his trip to Milan for Fendi Men's Fashion Week and has a surprise in store for you.

Pairing: idol Chan x fab reader

Genre: fluff, smut-18+ MDNI

Word Count: 1594

Warnings: fingering, p in v penetration, creampie (wrap it up, wrap it up), daddy kink, dirty talk, use of the word slut, mention of breeding

Notes: listen Chan has been on my mind this week haha hence why I called this week Chan week.

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This is not how Chan is in reality, this is solely for fun.

Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2024)

There was silence as you and Chan sat side by side in the company car, after just pulling away from the curb at the airport.

Chan had just got back from Milan and you wanted to be there when he got off the plane. Of course you couldn’t wait outside the car because of paparazzi and fans, you’re relationship not public yet, but your face was plastered against the tinted window, watching your handsome boyfriend make his way to the car, waving and smiling at the crowds of people gathered.

He looked sinful, dressed in jeans and a black tank, his muscular arms on full display. Chan made it to the door and you scooted back, making room for him but also so the crowd couldn’t see you. He opened the door, giving one more bow to those gathered before sliding in next to you.

“Hey baby,” Chan said leaning over to give you a kiss.

“Hi my fashion star,” you said. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” he said before getting out wolf Chan. “He misses you too,” Chan said before making wolf Chan kiss your nose.

You giggled, thinking it was so cute that Chan brought wolf chan with him, a little comfort from home. You were happy he was home, missing his presence, especially at the dorm. Chan told you all about his trip and how much fun he had, and all the other celebrities he met. But he also told you how nervous he was the day of the event, but made it through with the thought of the kids and of course you on his mind waiting for him back home.

“Well you were amazing,” you said giving him a smile.

The car pulled up to the dorm, Chan getting out first before helping you out of the car. You both walked hand and hand to the door, kicking off your shoes once inside. It was quiet inside, no one else was home, the others probably at the building for their schedule.

Chan looked at you before saying, “you know the drill.”

You did a little jump, clapping your hands, before sprinting to Chan’s room. You were prepared, wearing the appropriate outfit for the occasion, a little skirt with your black, lacey panties Chan loved so much. You climbed on the bed, getting in position, after all Chan had you well trained.

Chan loved this little tradition he had with you. When he came home from out of town, he’d expected you to be waiting for him, preferably head down, ass up, but of course depending on the time of day he got home, he tolerated other positions too. This was his favorite though. Yes, you had to fine tune the rules, but over time you knew what to expect, what to wear, and he loved you for it.

You heard Chan walk in the room, not able to see him due to the position you were in. You felt him grab your ass, squeezing the flesh in his big hands, letting out a shaky breath with his touch. You could imagine his muscles flexing, looking like a dream in that tank. Chan proceeded to flip your skirt over, admiring the view of your ass with the panties he likes so much on you. You wore a crotchless thong, providing him easy access to the place he wanted most.

He rubbed his hands around your ass, dragging his fingers down to your pussy, sliding them through your folds. You were wet, slick coating his fingers as he teased your hole. You mewled out at his touch, arching your back to present your pussy more to him. The ability to not see what he was about to do added to the thrill, more slick leaking out, and onto your thighs. You’re sure your skirt had a wet patch on it, due to the crotchless panties, but you were prepared, choosing a darker color skirt to hide the stains.

He slid two fingers within your walls, stretching you out, preparing you for his cock. You would need it since it’s almost been a week since you’ve been stretched out. The slight sting felt good, a reminder for what’s to come. You sighed out, nuzzling your head further into the sheets below. It was silent in the room, except for an occasional squelch from your walls as Chan worked you open and your little moans.

“Look at this pussy, daddy’s favorite.”

You hummed and wiggled your ass for him, the flesh jingling for his eyes.

Chan groaned out, entranced at the sight. He would never tire of it. “Such easy access too baby, my good little slut making it easy for me to get to this little pussy,” he said as he continued to pump his fingers in and out your hole.

You loved the dirty talk, feeling more slick drip out of you and down your thighs. “Hmm I think you’re ready for my baby,” Chan said, as he withdrew his fingers. You gasped at the sudden emptiness. You could hear Chan unzip his jeans, sliding them down to pull out his cock.

Chan stroked his cock, staring at his prize. He was big, he knew he was big. He had a nice girth, so he could fill you up, perfect for you. “Spread your legs wider baby, let me in there.”

You obliged, moving your knees farther apart, and arching your back even more.

Chan hummed his approval, stepping up to you before dragging his leaking cock through your folds. He let out a low groan, having gone so long without your pussy. He couldn’t wait to sink into you, and with a slight change in his stance, he pressed his tip into you, slowly pushing in, stretching you out.

As Chan pushed in inch by inch, you moaned out, the sound echoing throughout the room, your fingers clenching the sheets. He finally bottomed out, flush against your ass, your warm walls stretched snuggly around his cock. Chan let out a shaky breath, trying to control his breathing so he wouldn't immediately blow his load, going so long without being buried within your walls.

“Move, please move,” you whimpered out, sliding your hips down his cock to gain some friction.

Chan chuckled at your desperation before slowly pulling out until his tip was just breaching your hole before slamming back into you, your body rocking forward with the force. He pounded into you, the sound of skin hitting skin and your moans and little “ah ahs” gracing his ears. He gripped the waist of your skirt, so he could have a hold on you better.

You couldn’t move in this position, your face squished in the sheets with each thrust from Chan. He was fucking you hard, the feeling overwhelming of his cock dragging in and out your walls. You clenched around his cock, lost in the pleasure he was giving you, little breaths falling from your lips.

“Mmm, daddy it feels so good. Don’t stop.”

“You missed daddy’s cock? Missed my cock ruining this little pussy?” Chan asked, his pace never faltering. He was lost in the warmth of your walls, sucking him in with each thrust. He thrusted harder into you, sweat beading against his brow, his breath falling out in little pants. God he missed this, he missed you.

“Missed your cock daddy. Missed your cum.” You whined.

“Yeah you did,” Chan replied, “rub your clit baby. Can you do that? Touch yourself for me yeah.”

You quickly brought your fingers down to your clit, pushing your skirt out of the way that was obstructing your access to the bundle of nerves. You began rubbing sloppy circles around the bud, mewling out at the extra stimulation.

“That’s it baby. Keep touching your clit. Such a good girl”. Chan said, as he threw his head back. He gripped your hips harder, as he felt his high approaching, you pussy clenching again and again around his cock.

Your breath picked up, the coil in your belly tightening as Chan pounded into you. You felt Chan readjust his position, causing his cock to kiss your cervix with each thrust. You sped up your motions, fingers slipping and sliding on your puffy clit, your slick drenching your labia.

“Cum with me baby. Let me breed this little pussy, yeah?”

You moaned out, your voice getting louder and louder, until you felt that coil snap in your belly, the feeling of ecstasy spreading through you, your toes curling, and cries falling from your lips as you continued to rub your clit in time with Chan’s thrusts. You felt Chan speed up, his thrusts becoming more erratic before he let out a groan, and with one more thrust, you felt Chan’s hot cum, filling you up.

You both stayed in that position for a moment, Chan leaning down to press kisses on your back, catching your breaths. Finally, Chan stood up and slowly pulled out of you, before stuffing his fingers back into your pussy.

“Gotta keep it in there, okay baby?”

You felt Chan flip your skirt back down before tucking his softened cock back into his boxers and zip his pants back up. He helped you out of the position you were in, before laying down and pulling you to his chest.

“Ahhh I love coming home to you baby, just missed you so much.” He said before kissing the top of your head.

“Me too Channie. Welcome home.” You replied before dozing off, happy to be back in your boyfriend’s arms.

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[cherryredcheol]

"dove"

tldr: all the way minghao uses your nickname a/n: i really like this one

murmurs: in the early hours of the morning

“dove,” he pushed your hair back off your forehead as he tried to wake you gently. the combination of an early morning arrival at the airport and a long line at security had left you both tired when you reached the private lounge. settling into plush armchairs across from one another, neither of you said anything, happy to just relax before boarding. he didn’t notice you’d dozed off until he looked up.

“you should eat something before we board.” you’d been together long enough now that he knew you’d be very grumpy later if you didn’t eat breakfast. he also knew this flight wasn’t long enough for a meal to be served so if you didn’t eat now you wouldn’t until you were back home and by then you’d be starving and he didn’t want that. 

“come on, dove, let me see those eyes,” he felt bad for waking you when you clearly needed the rest, but he knew you’d thank him once you had food in your belly. the four hours it took to get from hong kong back to seoul could be spent behind the darkness of your eyelids but right now he was determined to get you breakfast. “they have your favorite…”

scoffs: when he can’t tell if you’re kidding

“dove.” he’s shocked. when you asked him so sweetly this morning if you could pick his outfit for the day, he didn’t think twice before telling you yes. he trusted your sense of style and knew that you knew what he liked to wear. he had total faith in you, excited to spend the day in clothes you picked specifically for him. he had an interview this afternoon and it thrilled him that he would be filmed wearing your outfit and no one would even know but you two. 

“you’ve got to be kidding me.” looking in the mirror he’s horrified. met with the sight of clashing colors, patterns, and textures, he knows he can’t go out like this. he’s not sure where it all went wrong. you have such good taste, it was one of the many things he loved about you, but came up with this? pulling his eyes away from the clothes, he met your gaze in the reflection and saw your smirk. 

he turned to you, incredulous over your prank but relieved that you hadn’t been sincere in your choices. he was worried he was going to have to hurt your feelings by changing. “i have to leave soon and you’ve wasted time on this silly trick. go pick me out a real outfit, dove.” he pointed to the closet and watched your smile widen at his teasing words as you crossed the room to pick something sincerely this time. “make me look nice!”

probes: because he thinks you’ve had too much screen time

“dove?” he knows you asked to be left alone but that doesn’t feel right when you’re so clearly stressed. he’d been at your apartment for 30 minutes and you had not looked up from your laptop the entire time. he’s pretty sure you haven’t looked up from it all day and he’s worried you might be starting to fuse to your desk chair. he came over for movie night, excited because it was his choice this week, but at this point, he’d just be glad to see your eyes. 

“have you eaten today?” he was going to be persistent about this. you needed a break and he was not going to stop until you took one for the rest of the night, with him. he knew you had a lot on your plate and there was a lot that needed to get done but running yourself into the ground wasn’t going to accomplish anything. he was standing behind you, hands rubbing gently on your shoulders, offering support but also letting you know he wasn’t going to be leaving you alone anytime soon. 

“save your work and let’s order take-out.” his tone is a little strict but he wants you to take him seriously and listen. clearly understanding this, he watches your cursor travel across the screen to the save icon and feels satisfied when you push the computer closed. he smiles when you turn in the chair and stand to greet him properly, happy that you were not becoming one with your chair. he wraps you up in his arms and presses a soft kiss to the crown of your head. “you’re going to love my movie pick tonight.”

marvels: as you walk through the door

“dove,” he’s rendered near speechless at the sight of you walking out from the bathroom. dressed in your comfy pajamas, he can’t tear his eyes away. scrubbed clean and glowy from your products, he swears you shine brighter than any star he's ever seen. suddenly the mattress he’s stretched out on feels a little too cold without you. 

“you look so beautiful,” he compliments you with so much sincerity, hoping to convey how much he means it, hoping you can feel it. you were his sense of calm in the craziness of his life. strong, steady, and always here for him, he aspired to be the same for you. seeing you so soft, lit from the back by the vanity light, he was so sure you were it for him. 

“come join me,” he pouts at you, already anticipating the comforting weight of you in his arms, too impatient to wait any longer. his pout morphs into a smile watching you scurry to the bed, flopping onto the empty side he’s saved just for you. he’ll save a side of the bed for you for the rest of his life if you’d let him. “come here, dove. give me a good night kiss.” 

teases: while trying to encourage a new career move

“dove” he sing-songs from the other side of the space, trying to grab your attention. it was late, or early depending on interpretation, and only the two of you were left in the practice room. he was fooling around with different steps and filming some challenges. you were more than content to sit and watch, never much of a dancer. 

“come dance with me,” he holds a hand out to you, palm open and facing up in an invitation. you eye him wearily, his smile a touch too manic to not be interpreted as mischievous. you heave yourself off the floor, crossing the room to him, accepting his outstretched hand. the music playing isn’t something you recognize but it’s soft and sweet and sets the mood perfectly as he draws you close to his chest, swaying gently back and forth. 

“you could be a decent dancer with a little practice. probably not as good as me though,” he whispers this, trying to preserve the serene, romantic mood that had been set. but your giggles shatter the illusion, breaking the quiet and dragging him into his own fit of laughter. the moment was ruined, but he supposed laughing with you was just as romantic as a slow dance. 

[en-eunhee]

. ୨. ₊ ┈ EUNHEE AND ENHYPEN RELATIONSHIPS 🗄️ ` ( duos and ships . . . )

` ♡. YANG JUNGWON (04z / eunwon)

shares snacks with him, back hugs, playfully argues, helps him with choreography,watches movies together, gives him pep talks, surprises him with gifts, borrows his hoodies, sits in comfortable silence after long days.

CONTACTS ⠀𔗨⠀⁺

him - 예쁜 은희 (pretty eunhee) her - 정원이 💕 (jungwonie 💕)

WiTH JUNGWON ! ੭୧

jungwon and eunhee met back in their early high school days when they both attended hanlim art school. they were in the same class and have been close ever since.

eunhee once mentioned that she trusts jungwon deeply. she even said that jungwon is one of the few members who listens to her rant for hours.

"one time, it was around 3 a.m., and i had been talking for nearly an hour to my members. most of them were asleep and tired, except for jungwon. his eyes were full of joy as i continued to talk. he was the only member who listened to me all day," — eunhee

` ♡. HEESEUNG (heeeunz) !

cuddles during movie nights, takes him on surprise dates, holds his hand, whispers secrets, plays with his hair, has deep conversations, sings to him, makes personalized playlists, notices small things about eachother

CONTACTS ⠀𔗨⠀⁺

him - my eunhee her - my 희승이 오빠!! (my heeseungie brother)

WiTH HEESEUNG ! ੭୧

heeseung is awfully shy around eunhee. fans notice how he gets very flustered easily when it comes to eunhee. sometimes when she just glances at him, his ears turning burning red.

heeseung always does small things towards eunhee like tying her shoe laces, holding her bags, and holding her hand.

"heeseung..hmm he always does the smallest things for me. the time i went to the airport and there was a huge crowd, he knew i had a fear for small spaces (claustrophobia) so he held my hand. he knows the small things about me and he really shows that he cares for me." - eunhee

` ♡. JAY (eunjay/americanz) !

dances in the kitchen, teaches her guitar, cooks dinner together, matching bracelets, carries around eunhee's hair ties, sends random selfies throughout the day, doodles on his hand,

CONTACTS ⠀𔗨⠀⁺

him - 은희쁘이 (eunhee ppui) her - 내 신용카드 (my credit card)

WiTH JAY ! ੭୧

jay is just eunhee's personal credit card. the moment you see jay and eunhee walk into a mall together, she'll be out of the mall with like 5 bags of clothes and designer stuff that jay bought for her. he even said once that he loves spending money for eunhee.

jay has a soft spot only for eunhee. he always makes sure she's happy and satisfied.

before i-land, eunhee said she and jay had met before due to the fact they trained together and both of them were korean-american.

"i think my happiness is when eunhee's happy. i don't know, it just makes me feel more warmer and more better when i see her smile. it's so comforting." - jay

` ♡. JAKE (eunjae/bubblegumz) !

shares late-night ramen, wears matching sneakers, plays with layla together, goes for ice cream runs, shares inside jokes, plays soccer in the park, helps him pick outfits, exchanges handwritten letter

CONTACTS ⠀𔗨⠀⁺

him - eun 🐈‍⬛ her - bed chem by sabrina carpenter

WiTH JAKE ! ੭୧

jake and eunhee known for their sweet dynamic duo. both known for bickering 24/7

always buying dinner for eunhee, the two are always spotted out getting some type of food at least once a week.

basically eunhee's no.1 best friend. the two always doing lives together every single week.

"jake? he's my best friend forever, he's always stuck with me like glue." - eunhee

` ♡. SUNGHOON (eunhoon) !

secret glances, brush hands casually, share scarves on cold days, have deep conversations at 3 am, take spontaneous photos of each other, hold hands in the dark, share drinks without hesitation, fall asleep next to each other after a long day, ice skating together

CONTACTS ⠀𔗨⠀⁺

him - 공주 (princess) her - my ice prince 🐧

WiTH SUNGHOON ! ੭୧

always talking and together during dance practices.

eunhee admires sunghoon's dedication and enjoys teasing him about his serious side.

small gestures—like how sunghoon's gaze lingers a bit longer on eunhee when she’s focused or how eunhee’s teasing always comes with a softness only reserved for him.

"eunhee just gets me, you know? like, she doesn’t even have to say anything—just being around her makes everything feel easier." - sunghoon

` ♡. SUNOO (eunsun/sunshinez) !

steal glances in crowded rooms, exchange silly selfies, send each other voice notes, braid each other's hair, laugh uncontrollably at inside jokes, hold pinkies when no one's looking, watch k-dramas together while cuddling, have late-night phone calls until they fall asleep,

CONTACTS ⠀𔗨⠀⁺

him - 김으희! ❤️ her - ☀️우

WiTH SUNOO ! ੭୧

sunoo loves how easy it is to be himself around eunhee—she never judges and always joins in on the fun

whether they’re cracking jokes during practice or playfully teasing the other members, their bond is outgoing.

"sunoo has this way of making every day feel like a celebration—he’s my daily dose of sunshine, and I honestly can’t imagine our group without him." - eunhee

` ♡. NI-KI (eunki) !

playful banter, race each other to random spots, height difference, go on arcade dates, challenge each other in video games, sneak out for midnight snacks, practice choreography late into the night, find ways to cheer each other up after a long day.

CONTACTS ⠀𔗨⠀⁺

him - 은희 누나 (eunhee sister) her - starboy riki

WiTH NI-KI ! ੭୧

eunhee and ni-ki have a playful sibling-like relationship

they often sneak out during their free time to shop, with eunhee helping riki pick out outfits while he playfully protests her choices.

eunhee often takes on the role of the protective older sister, teasing how he always tries to act cool around the older members.

riki, in turn, loves to poke fun at eunhee's more serious moments, calling her out whenever she gets too focused or competitive.

"ni-ki has this side of him that makes it so fun to be around," - eunhee

` ♡. SOOYOUNG (eunyoung / sarangz) !

late-night gossip sessions, share skincare tips, do each other's makeup, exchange clothes for special occasions, have movie marathons with snacks, attend café dates for desserts, hype each other up before performances, share deep talks about life, take mirror selfies together, play pranks on the boys, surprise each other with little gifts, go on spontaneous shopping sprees, always have each other’s back no matter what.

CONTACTS ⠀𔗨⠀⁺

eunhee: 수영 언니 (너무 사랑한 언니!!) (sooyoung unnie (a sister i love too much)) sooyoung: 우리 은희 💕🎀 (our eunhee)

WiTH SOOYOUNG ! ੭୧

eunhee and sooyoung are an inseparable duo, always there for each other no matter what.

now, as roommates, they spend even more time together, whether it’s late-night conversations over snacks, binge-watching their favorite shows,

"i mean, girls are suppose to be stuck together aren't they?" - sooyoung

─── © en-eunhee 2024 , all rights reserved

[il-miele-che-scrive]

Constellations

lando norris x reader

summary: a blurb where lando surprises his girlfriend arriving earlier than planned

words count: 1k

People told Y/n that Lando and her wouldn't last a week in a long distance relationship when he first moved from the UK to Monaco. Yet, there they were - almost three years of long distance and three more in general going strong.

Y/n loved summers because she traveled with her boyfriend wherever his races were, and Lando loved Christmas because it was the time when he would come back and spend time with his girlfriend and both their families.

As soon as Y/n woke up, she started getting everything ready, it was that time of the year again. Cleaning up her apartment and most importantly baking gingersnap biscuits. After she took them out of the oven, she went to the bedroom in the order to choose an outfit. She was going to pick Lando up from the airport that evening and wanted to dress pretty.

When the girl was picking out something to wear, she suddenly heard the doorbell. With a quiet sigh she went to open the door, hoping whoever it was wouldn't take too much time. All her friends knew she'd be busy.

Her facial expression changed from slightly annoyed to beaming when she saw Lando.

"Why didn't you call?" Y/n asked as she hugged her boyfriend. "I was going to pick you up, remember?"

"I decided to take an earlier flight," Lando confessed, "it's been the plan from the beginning, actually. I wanted to surprise you."

"And you surprised me, indeed. Come on in."

Lando stepped into his girlfriend's apartment. Leaving his suitcase in the hallway, he walked towards the kitchen.

"You baked?"

"Yeah, ginger snaps. A small training portion before Christmas, to check if I still got it." Y/n propped herself on the kitchen counter in a theatrically proud pose. "Turns out I do."

Without thinking, Lando took one biscuit and bit it. He quickly regretted this decision when he noticed how hot it was.

"No, Lando!" Y/n exclaimed. "I've just took them out of the oven!"

The girl fought the need to start laughing at the sight of Lando panicking. Despite the temperature, he ended up swallowing the biscuit.

"You know you could've spit it out, right?" Y/n laughed.

"Are you kidding?" Lando snapped jokingly. "I love when you make those, I would never waste even a bite."

"Consider yourself initiated into the Christmas spirit." The girl opened the fridge and poured milk into a glass, then passed it to her boyfriend.

"Well, now I know your gingersnaps are still as deadly as ever." He took the glass with a mock salute.

"That's a nice definition of irresistible."

"Absolutely."

"You know," Lando began when he and his girlfriend laid down in the bedroom watching TV, "I missed this place. Your apartment feels like a second home."

"A second one?" Y/n questioned, a teasing glint in her eyes. "That's flattering, I'd expect like third or fourth."

"Consider yourself promoted."

The boy gently cupped his girlfriend's face, her head turned to look at him. He placed a soft kiss on her forehead, then looked into her eyes. Their eyes met in a silent exchange of affection that needed no words.

She connected their lips in a kiss. Lando ran his fingers through Y/n's hair, savoring the simplicity of the moment. The outside world seemed to fade away, leaving only the comforting glow of the TV screen.

Some Netflix show on the TV played in the background, its characters living their own dramas, but in that quiet space, Lando and Y/n found their own story.

"Y/n," he began again, his voice a gentle whisper, "I was counting down the days until Christmas, couldn't wait to be here with you."

Y/n smiled, her eyes matching the love she felt. "I love it when it's Christmas and you're here... summer is great, we spend much more time together and with your friends, but Christmas is a vibe."

"Definitely a vibe," Lando laughed, emphasizing the last word. "You have a way with words, don't you?"

As the couple kept watching the show, occasionally adding their own comments, it got dark outside and now the screen was casting shadows om the walls, being the only source of light in the room. Y/n and Lando remained cuddled up to each other, his fingers tracing shapes on her arm.

Once again, Lando broke the silence. "I've been thinking about us." From the tone of his voice, Y/n could tell it wasn't anything she should worry about.

"What were you thinking?"

"We're like constellations up in the sky. Even when we're apart, there's this invisible thread that keeps us connected."

"Have you just made it up?"

"Probably, I don't remember hearing it anywhere before."

"Look who has a way with words," Y/n smiled, not a tint of sarcasm in her voice. "That was poetic, wouldn't expect that from an f1 driver."

"We've been dating for over five years and I plan on keeping surprising you for many, many more."

"And people had the audacity to say we wouldn't last a week after you move to Monaco."

"In these past few years our love has been like a guiding star. No matter where I am, it points me back to you. Always."

"And no matter where you go, I'll always be here, waiting for you."

Lando's fingers continued their gentle dance on Y/n's arm, a rhythmic lullaby. Her eyelids felt so heavy when she rested her head on Lando's chest, his steady heartbeat adding up to the sleepiness the girl felt. Wrapped in the soft glow of the room and in her boyfriend's arms, she felt so peaceful.

When Lando noticed Y/n breathing deeply, he realized she had drifted off to sleep. He decided to turn off the TV and do the same, shifting his body to provide comfortable sleep for both himself and his girlfriend. Christmas had a way of bringing everything together.

[that-one-anxious-mango]

Hi love! I hope you are feeling/doing better! I was just thinking about the Days of Our Love series. Any chance we might get an update soon? I miss it!

Oh, New York. How I Love You. (1)

Summary: Austin's best girl comes to visit him in New York to cherish the time they have together before he leaves to Australia, in what becomes a very eventful two weeks together.

Word count: 8.2k

Warning: LONG POST!

Contents: Lots of fluff. Mentions of childhood trauma. Sexual Content (Oral: Fem receiving, hand job: Male Receiving), emotional situations.

A/N: Hello beautiful humans, it has been a minute. Don't drag me please. I just always take so long because I want to always put out the best content. Would you believe me if I said this went through TWO edits. Geez! But all in all, I hope you enjoy.

PS: Everyone feel free to comment, send more letter, and reblog! Much Love *hugs* Tags: @purejasmine, @wacoshuffle , @flyestvenustrap , @louisejoy86 , @unicoreads, @incorectly

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“ Are you seriously going to take all of that to New York with you? Why don’t you just take one suitcase and then buy some outfits to wear there, ya’ know. “ Phoebe chirped from her spot laid out across your bed while flipping through a HG magazine. 

“ I agree. Buy some cute outfits and surprise him that way. Then you’ll have room to bring back the clothes you buy for you and us.” Alex continued to play a riveting game of tug of war with Magnus on the floor.

Her last comment made a laugh erupt from you in the closet, “ Yeah nice try, buddy. I’m not bringing you heifers anything back but some damn keychains and the lasting scent of the smug and smoggy New York air on me the next time we see each other.” You yelled back. “ And plus it’s gonna be cold outside.” 

Phoebe laughed while Alex scoffed, “ UM! Excuse me ma’am, but as a friend, need I remind your ass that this was a part of the deal. Since you’re abandoning me, The Travel Buddy, to go FORNICATE with Mr. Goldilocks in New York instead of HOME with me for the Winter Wonderland Festival. You promised to bring me back something nice to add to my outfit for the Warner Bros. charity event next month.” She recalled the promise that you did in-fact make to cease her tantrum at the time. 

“ And on top of that, I’m also the one silk pressing your hair for this trip, ma’am. AND taking care of my fur nephew that you’re abandoning as well. Therefore,  I DESERVE SOMETHING.” She added. 

“ This is true.” Phoebe co-signed, continuing to flip through the pages. 

You cut your eyes at her when you entered the room again to walk a pair of shoes over to your bursting suitcase.

“ Yeah. Yeah. I’ll make sure to bring you back something for your pain and suffering. Brat.” You muttered the last part. “ AND fyi his hair is black now.” 

Alex grinned while blowing you an air kiss that you grab and pretend to smush in your hands. 

“ You know you LUHHHHH me, girl.” She teased. “ Now hurry up because I don’t have all night to do this. I don’t know why you didn’t just get braids or some passion twists put in like a normal person going on a trip .” 

“ What’s love got to do with it?” You sassed. In return you were met with a pillow to the side and giggles around the room. “ And don’t rush me! I’m almost done.” 

“ What time is Austin supposed to be coming to get you from the airport? Phoebe questioned. 

“ Noon.” You answered fighting to try and fit a scarf into your luggage. “ My flight leaves at noon and I should be there by evening. I’m not exactly sure when, I just know their three hours ahead. 

“ Okay. Cool, just make sure you let us know when you’re in the car and everything. “ Phoebe noted.

You scoff, “Like yall asses won’t be watching me on 360 anyway. Stalkers.” 

“ Hey! You should be happy that somebody cares enough to stalk your ass. People go missing everyone, B.” Alex mocked the line from Paid in Full. 

“ Yeah. I know. I do the same thing with ya’ll.” You huffed, “ Okay. I think that’s it.” 

“ Good! “ Alex jumped up, “ Now go and grab my hair bag. So we can start on this head, honey. All this dang hair.” She looked at the long blow dried mess on your head. 

“ I know damn well that is not a damn hot comb.” You deadpanned. 

“ Do you want the hair straight or not? We have heat protectant, so relax. Whenever we both get back I’ll come over and we can do a treatment to make sure your curls revert back right. I got this. Now tilt your head down..” 

Phoebe giggled watching the two of you fuss at one another, “ Yeah you better sleep pretty tonight, babes. Head on hands, silk scarf, and turn a fan on so you don’t sweat.”

“ I'm aware.” You sighed, settling into the chair and began to listen to Phoebe as she started her descent into her plans while you would be away.

“ OW! ” You jumped at the sudden sharp burning feeling on your scalp, “ Alex really.”

“ I barely touched you! It’s the steam.” She giggled at the scrunch on your face, “ Hehe. My bad.” 

______

The Next Day…

After a couple goodbyes to your fur baby and helping your driver wrestle your large suitcase into the back of the car Austin had sent for you against your wishes, you found yourself tiredly weaving about through LAX. 

You’d already pre-checked everything, so once you went through security and went to make sure your gate existed, you’d found a very overpriced coffee place and ordered a little danish and iced chai to settle the nerves.

It wasn’t until you were in a seat by the terminal happily scrolling away on your phone that you got a text message from Austin. 

Sweet Baboo: can’t wait to see you. enjoy your flight. love you. :3

Once you boarded, the flight had been fine and you’d done exactly what was predicted of you.

You’d read for a good couple of hours and then slept a good chunk of the rest of it. The flight was smooth with no delays.

When the pilot announced your descent, anticipation began to build up in your chest

Quickly you pulled out the mini mirror from your carry on bag and went to fix your minimal makeup and undid the head scarf on your head to reveal the flowy silk press that fell down your shoulders. You combed it out and fixed your little cute airport outfit in preparation to get off.

Seeing as you were in first class, against your wishes also,  you were one of the first to exit the plane. You made it to baggage claim where a nice older gentleman with a sign had begun setting your luggage up for you on a cart and offered to push it down to the terminal.

“ For Miss Y/L/N.” He’d smiled.

“ Yes, I’m her.” You nodded. 

“ Wonderful I’ll be helping you with your luggage. Compliments of a Mr. Sweet Baboo.” He told you with a grin on his face.

You stifled a part of your laugh as the two of you began walking through the airport, “ Did he really ask you to say that? “ 

He nodded, “ Yes, He did. But I don’t mind. One of the more milder things I’ve been asked to say in my time doing this job.” 

“ I can only imagine.” You laughed. 

“ Quite cold outside. But you look bundled up.” The man smiled.

“ Oh yeah. It’s the Sahara in here. I think the breeze will actually help cool me down.” 

The sharp chill of the evening wind swiped at the little exposed patches of your face as you made it to the extremely congested pick up and drop off area. It felt near impossible to try and find which car belonged to your boyfriend in the sea of what felt like a thousand black SUVs littering the street.

It wasn’t until you spotted a familiar head of slicked back raven hair stuck out one window that you recognized your boyfriend as he made his way out the car.

A squeal unintentionally left you and Austin smiled a mile wide as he opened his arms up to you, “ There’s my girl.” He laughed, catching your body that was flung into him. “ Hey there. Mr. Sweet Baboo.” You giggled into his neck, placing a kiss there.

He’d taken his time unlatching you from him until he offered to quickly help the man load the trunk since he’d spotted what he believed to be the shine of a camera in the distance. 

You didn’t have time to breathe once you both were inside and the door shut. The partition was already rolled up and once the car started to move, and so did Austin’s lips against yours. Your body had suddenly felt like it was on fire with a flame that only he could put out. 

Your hands were attached to his face while his own were free to roam the parts of your body he’d missed in his absence. 

A small moan escaped you at the sensation of his hand kneading your thigh under his touch and pulling you further into him to the point of being in his lap now. 

“ Fuck, I missed you, Baby.” He groaned.

“ Not as much as I missed you.” You mumbled in-between kisses, hands feverishly grabbing at anything on his body that would keep him tethered to you. 

He smiled into your lips, “ Is that a challenge? Because believe me, before this car even hits the main streets I can prove that I missed you most.” He whispers, hand sliding to rest just under your abdomen. Your breath hitches and the most indecent thoughts begin to pool around in your brain. 

You giggled feeling his fingers sliding up your cardigan, “ Okay..okay..okay. I believe you.” 

“ I can’t wait to get you home, all to myself.” His words came out muffled, but had all the same effect as you found yourself pacing your breath and clenching your legs together. 

“ You look cold, sweetheart. Let me warm you up.” 

The ride had been agonizingly long with Austin teasing you every chance you got. 

When the two of you arrived at Austin’s brownstone, your eyes couldn’t register just how beautiful it looked from the outside. Almost like something you’d see in movies like Autumn in New York or Maid in Manhattan. 

“ Aus it’s beautiful.” You mumbled out taking in the glistening snow that littered the cement steps beyond the black steel gate.

“ Thank you. Can’t wait to get you inside of it.” He smiled, pecking your lips before getting out.

To your protests, he’d gotten all of your bags himself and took them inside as you huffed and whined, “ I wanna help! It’s my stuff. Aus! It’s too cold for you to be out here doing this by yourself.” 

“ Nope. Just get your cute ass in the house. ” You rolled your eyes at his smug grin.

The minute you stepped inside the foyer of the home Austin had literally swept you off your feet, dipping his face into your neck to administer kisses. 

You laugh and thrash in his arms the entire way to his gorgeous couch, ridding yourselves of your coats. 

“ So, first, “  He plopped down next to you, instantly reaching his arms out to pull your body into his lap. “ Are you hungry? I know you didn’t eat on the plane. And before we do anything else I wanna get you fed if need be.” 

“ No, not really. “ You leaned back against him, “ I think I’m just hyped up on the adrenaline of getting to see you.”

“ Yeah me too.” A finger traced along your neck just where your hair fell past, , “ Damn. Look at your hair. I knew it was long, but I’ve never seen it like this. It’s beautiful.” 

“ Thanks. I wanted something a little more manageable since our itinerary is a bit packed. It’s not big and unruly like usual.” You played with your ends. 

“ Stop it.” He scolded, “  Big? Yes. Unruly? No. I love your hair in its natural state babe. It’s cute. I love watching you take care of it. It reminds me to stay up on my shit.” 

“ Yeah, no 2 in 1 conditioner for you buddy.” You reached to pick at one of his dark locks close to his ear. It was still taking some getting used to. 

“ Hey.” He turned to nip at your hand, “ There wasn’t any 2 in 1 shampoo before you and there damn sure won’t be any now that I’ve been exposed to the good life.”

And a good life it was! You’d exposed Austin to all the skin care, shea butter, oil pulling, essential oils and everything else needed and now mysteriously you had products coming up empty all the time.

“ I know babe I’m just teasing. Excited for this weekend with you.” 

“ So am I. Gonna’ feel good spending time with my girl. Kinda miss my little buddy though. “

“ I know me too.” You pout, “ But I promise you he’s living his best life with his Aunt Alex. He’s already had a pup cup, two treats, and last I knew was taking a nap in her office on a pile of heated blankets.” 

“ You’re going home to a diva, baby.” He smirked, imagining the little dog buried in blankets fast asleep. “ So, back to this itinerary that was mentioned.” 

“ Yes! It goes by day to optimize experiences and time.“ You pronounced proudly, bouncing on the couch.

“ Really? “ 

“ Truly. I wanna make the most of our time together.” You replied. 

“ Okay, do tell. “ His eyebrows raised in amusement, “ What’s on today? “

“ Today’s agenda is light because it’s the first day and I already knew I’d be tired. So the only two major things on the list are having dinner with my Sweet Baboo and unpacking.” 

“ Nice! And we can make all that happen. Let’s take a look at the other days.” 

And you did, together you examined the well planned and thought out itinerary in front of you.

He nodded , “ Looks good. We may have to make a couple of adjustments if that’s okay with you. I have some surprises in store.” 

“ Ouuu! What?! Tell me.” You practically bounced in his lap. 

He smiled, “ If I told you it wouldn’t be a surprise then, would it.”

“ Not even a hint.” You whine, slightly puckering your lips, and playfully batting your mascaraed eyelashes. 

“ No. Nuh uh. Not gonna happen. But you’re cute though, baby.” He pecked your lips.

You groan, “ Fine! On second thought I am hungry. Feed me seymour.” You goofed trying to imitate the rich voice of Levi Stubbs. 

The lines of his lips curl, “ C’’mon then Audrey II. You can keep me company while I start dinner.” 

And you did just that perched on a chair at the island while the two of you made small talk.

“ That can’t be all.” He softly laughed, “ I haven’t seen you and I wanna really know how my girl is doing? Tell me. I know there's something.”

“ I mean there really isn’t much to tell, baby. I told you. It’s just been work..writing…Magnus..and missing you.”

“ How about that lease? “ Austin said, rolling out the dough in front of you.

Your shoulders tensed, “ What about it?” 

“ You talk to your building manager about whether you're renewing or not this spring, yet? ” He inquired about your plans for your apartment, which was really his not so subtle way of asking if you’d thought anymore about his offer to move in with him after Elvis was estimated to wrap this summer.

Although you and Austin had been together for almost six months at this point, you weren’t exactly sure if you were completely ready for that kind of commitment yet. Granted when the projected time of wrapping would come around the two of you would be coming up on a year, you still had some things holding you back about the whole ordeal.

“ It’s on the to - do - list…” You stretched, “One of the many adult things to eventually be handled.” 

“ Uh huh. I see. “ He mused,” Well like I said before. I wouldn’t mind coming home to you and Magnus every night. And when I’m home you're either always at my place or vice versa. In my eyes it would just make sense.” Austin explained. 

Your hands fidget with the brown place mat in front of you, “ I hear you and I understand, babe. And I promise I’m really taking all of this into heavy consideration. “ You settled. 

“ Good, I can live with that. Now get up, come over here and help me by cutting the sheath on these asparagus.” Austin instructed, while heating up his rosemary and pepper butter mix in his skillet.

Your eyes widened at the opportunity to help, while you could cook you were unashamed to say that you had hard limitations of what you could and couldn’t make. Whereas Austin on the other-hand was practically a chef with the way he could make his assortment of dishes. Which in turn made him the primary cook of the relationship while you were always happy to be captain of the clean up crew. 

“ Oh yay. I get to help.” You hopped up, “ And you're going to let me use a knife! Sick! “ 

Now becoming skeptical, Austin cocked his head rethinking his offer of a sous chef position, “ On second thought maybe you should stick to being my honorary taste tester. Quite good at that job, peaches.” 

“ Nope. I’m helping. “ You rolled up your sleeves, “ Now prepare to see some clean beautifully mutilated asparagus, babe. “ 

“ Jesus.” Austin groaned, placing the steaks in the sizzling pan.

______

Your dinner of sirloin, seared asparagus, garlic and herb mash potatoes, and bread you couldn’t pronounce right was absolutely splendid. 

And now being presented in-front of you was just the dessert to top the night off: A thick and nice slice of strawberry drizzled NY cheesecake.

Favorite of yours.

As you began to indulge in your sweet treat you teased yourself by wondering if there was any way the night could possibly get better. 

Then it hit you…you could knock one of your tomorrow's itenary items off tonight without any worry.

So, yes. It definitely could. 

“ You know what would be really good, right now.” You mused aloud at the island. 

Still turned Austin asked, “ And what would that be, sweetheart? “ He continued loading the dishwasher. 

“ A nice hot relaxing bath. “ 

“ Uh huh.“ He sounded

Grabbing the towel off the stove handle, Austin walked over to the island to lean in. 

“ Okay. “ He simply said, “ Your wish is my command.” 

“ Really? “ You nervously scraped your fork against your plate.

“ Of course. This trip  is all about you. So, if the best girl wants to end the evening with a bath. Then it’s my job to make it happen.” He washed his hands. 

“ Just stay here and finish your dessert. And then come up. Alright? “ He instructed, coming around to stand in front of you, taking your face into his face.

“ Okay. “ You nodded.

He returned the gesture and placed a chaste kiss to your forehead on his way out before heading upstairs. 

You could hear the faint sounds of water running as you struggled to calm your weirdly nervous stomach and finish your dessert. 

By the time you made it up stairs and into the bathroom the lights were dimmed and  the aroma of jasmine bath salts and vanilla bubble bath filled your senses.

You weren’t spooked when you felt him appear behind you. 

“ Let me take this off of you.” His fingers danced along the curves of your side as his hands moved along to lift your shirt over your head. 

You sucked in tiny breaths the rest of the time he took to undress you. Ever so often you’d catch his eyes and smile, turning away to blush.

Once you were as naked as the day you were born, he gently helped you step into the creme claw foot tub.

“ You wanna get in? “ You sheepishly grinned.   “ Plenty of room.” Kicking up your feet over the side to expose the suds and bubbles that dripped down your legs.

Knowing that he’d already restrained himself while helping you undress, Austin wasn’t too sure he’d be able to handle any accidental slips of the hand or touching by any means without immediately yanking you out the bath and into the bedroom for some extremely intentional touching of his own to you.

“ No, I’m okay. This is about you. So, enjoy your bath, babe.” He smiled leaning over to grab at the loofa.

, “ Stop it. You’re fine.” Austin playfully scolded, watching the pout spread on your face.

“ If you want we can both sit on opposite sides. “ You offered just as a lightbulb went off in your brain, “ OH! Or you could lay with your back against my chest and my arms around you like Vivan and Edward in Pretty Woman. I’ve actually always wanted to do that.” You confessed your little fantasy. 

“ Plus. You did say this weekend was about me.” You moved to place your hands on the tub and rest your head on them, “ And what I want right now is for you to come in here with me. Now,“ 

Austin’s cheeks warmed in affection and amusement as he watched a twinkle appear in your eye at the idea of getting to live out another one of your little rom-com fantasies. And how you’d suddenly gotten a bit bold in your request. 

He sat there for a moment contemplating when ultimately he decided who would he be if he couldn’t be the person to fulfill your fantasies and desires. 

He blew out air, “ Fine. I’ll be the Edward to your Vivan, babe. But just know the accidental touching and moving needs to be kept to a minimum. “ You watched as he stood up to pull his shirt above his head and shimmy his pants. “ I mean it. I am a man of virtue after all, honey. A delicate flower you could say. So, I expect to be treated as such.” He teased.

You didn’t have a smart remark to quip back at him because your mind and eyes had both been polluted with the images of him bare before you in all his glory.

Instead you mustered a playful cat call, “ Yeah take it off! Look at those cheeks! “ 

All Austin could do was smile and shake his head as he walked over and maneuvered himself to get in and sink in between your legs. Your arms found a home around his shoulders and your lips made quick work of placing innocent enough kisses to his skin in places you knew may be less…inflammatory than others.

And you could tell by the low and almost soulful groan Austin let out once he was fully  submerged in the calm of the warm water that this was something he needed too. “ Feels good..” He mumbled letting his head back to rest in the valley of your naked breasts. 

“ Good.” You replied, as you too were enjoying the warm intimacy of the atmosphere. 

“ We don’t do this enough at home.” Austin sounded as you used the soft silicone loofah to scrub and wash his chest.

“ What? “

“ Relaxing…soaking like this.” He rubbed at your knee that was exposed out of the water. 

 “ I agree.” 

“ So..” He squeezed the sponge he’d grabbed and dipped into the water on your back, “ You excited for tomorrow? “

You nodded, “ I am. I’ve visited here once on a family trip and another time for a work thing. But I’ve always felt like I’ve never gotten the true experience. And since Aunt Kiki lives here now I’ve been wanting to visit her. But of course she’s away on a work trip this time of year.”

“ Mhmm.” A hum can from Austin as you move your hand lower.

“ Watch yourself.” Austin mumbled, grabbing that hand to interlock it with his. 

And you did, you made it a point to keep your hands clear of the southern equator of your man. That was until you felt him let guard with a sigh and push back into you. 

This was the moment you took your opportunity.

A breath hitched, “ Y/N…what are you doing? I thought I made it very clear the stipulations of this arrangement. “ 

You crane your head down to rest your lips just above the shell of his ear as your hand continues to move toward its desired destination. 

He tensed against you when you went to lightly grip at his now half-hard cock in your hand. You moved it up and down a bit before stopping and using the pad of your thumb to quickly run across his tip.

Involuntarily Austin lets out a small hiss at the sensation, “ Alright, that’s enough of that. “ He hand comes to try and halt yours. But you use your leg to stop him.

Instead you ignored him, keeping your attention focused on guiding your hand to stroke him up and down. The water of the tub has begun to sway from the movement, “ I’m not done.” You whispered in his ear.  “ You said this weekend was about making me feel good.” 

Your tongue darts out to lick and bite at his ear,  “ You wanna know what would make me good? 

“ Yes.” His answer sounded strained against his voice. By now he’d ever so slightly begun to move his hips upward into your hand, beginning to get lost in the sensation of his touch.

“ What would make me good right now is for you to be a good boyfriend and cum all over my hand for me.” You say, mindful to increase the pace of your hand. “ Please can I have it, baby. Will you give it to me? Will you give your cum, baby? “ 

“ Oh fuck.” Austin’s head dives back against your breast and his eyes are tightly shut as his  body begins to become overwhelmed with pleasure. Your words doing something to him, of course he’d heard you be verbal during exchanges, but never like this. “ I’ll give you anything you want.” He groaned. 

“ That good, Aus? “ You used your free hand to come from its place on his chest, to grip at his chin and guide his head to loll to the side. It gives you access to attach your lips to his in what could only be described as a sloppy exchange of love. You swallowed his grunts and groans in your throat while he allowed your soft whimpers to enclose his lips. 

By now the water of the tub began to slosh with bits beginning to fly out of the tub and onto the floor from the impact of Austin’s hips coming to meet the pace of your hand.

He reluctantly forced his mouth away from yours, saliva collected on his cheeks. “ Fuck, just like that. Baby you’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing this.” 

“ Yeah? That’s what I want, baby. Give it to me, Aus. Show me how much you missed my touch, baby.” You moaned dipping your head to suck on skin you’d long ago identified on his neck to be his “ sweet spot.”

With that he couldn’t contain himself anymore and you watched as his face contorted into a beautiful display of pleasure and angst,  his eyelashes fluttered as he shot his thick ropes of cum in your hand. You keep stroking him through it until a hand shoots out to stop you. This time it succeeded as you ceased your movement, and watched his chest heave up and down.

Your hand rubs at his shoulder to help ground him and bring him back to you.

After a couple of minutes with a huff he speaks, “ Was this your plan all along? To get me in this position, baby. So you could use me this way, as your play thing?  “ He accuses. 

“ Guilty.” You whispered, thinking about how this all was in-fact a long game in getting him here. You knew had it been in the bedroom or anywhere else he would have undermined your advances and made your own pleasure the main focus as usual. But you figured that if you could essentially “ trap him “ into a smaller more controlled environment where you could take the reins a bit, you could finally have a moment to adore your boyfriend the way he always makes sure to adore you. 

“ What am I gonna do with you?” He groans and you smile, placing a kiss on his head. 

Eventually with no more funny business involved, you both take turns cleaning each other off before he gets out and wraps a towel around his waist. And then comes back for you, plucking your wet body out of the water. 

Routines are done and pajamas are thrown on quickly before he ushers you both to lay in the big king size bed. 

You relish the opportunity to sleep in his arms after so long. It seemed like it’d been a day and forever. When really it’d been about five and a half weeks. 

“ Quite the little show you put on there in the bathroom.” He whispered.

“ What can I say, I missed seeing the faces you make like that in person. All those facetime calls just don’t do those flushed cheeks or sweet strangled moans justice,baby. Needed to see it.” You shot back, and went to lightly play at the dip in his shoulder.

“ I see we’ve grown quite bold in my absence.” He muttered, trailing his eyes to your thigh that peaked out from the slightly raised shirt.

 “ So what about me? When do I get my own personal refresher of your moans and the way your body arches off the bed when I use my fingers to touch your spot? “ 

At his words, you could feel your heartbeat begin to race and the all too familiar aching and yearning you’d been feeling throughout your body return.

“ I don’t know. I haven’t felt like that in a while. I’m not as good as you with my hands, baby. “ You casually say.

“ Well. I don’t particularly plan on using my hands tonight. I’ve got a bit of a different approach since we’re so eager to try out new things. “ He said.

And then he said something that knocked the wind out of your chest.

“ Instead I want you to come and sit that pretty pussy on my face.” 

It would take you many moments and labored breaths of shock before you mustered up your bewildered response, “ You want me to what?! “ 

“ You heard me.” Austin laughed from underneath you. You were straddling his lap while he lay flat on the bed and you were pretty sure that maybe he wasn’t getting enough oxygen down there as it was.

“ Aus. You can’t be serious. I-I’m not a Polly Pocket sized girly, babe. I have a nice amount of meat on these here bones.” You countered, “ I’m not sure this is a good idea.”

“ What? You don’t think I can handle you? Is that it? “ His voice purred, fingers dancing up along the curve of your spine. 

“ Of course not! “ You clarified, “ It’s just that…that.” You huffed trying to gather the right words together.  “ I want you to be able to breathe , babe. HOW WILL YOU BREATHE?! “ 

You watched his face turn in amusement at your flustered state, “ Don’t you worry about that, babe. I’m a big boy. I’ll figure it out. And if not…. when they find me you tell them I died happy and stuffed in-between the sweetest place on earth.” He said, immediately you felt your cheeks flush, “ These thighs.”

“ AUS! “ You softly slapped at his chest, “ Be serious.” 

He laughed ,“ I am. They’ll find me with a permanent glistening smile.” 

You groaned trying to shimmy off of him but his hands at your sides stopped you. “ Uh huh. From when good ole’ Rick and Mortis set in.” 

“ I’m not asking again, darling. “ You yelped when he grabbed your thighs and moved you further up his chest, close to your neck, “ Get up here.” 

“ But Aus I- “ You cut yourself off with moan when you felt his hand come to fondle at your breast. 

“ What was that? I’m sorry I may not have caught that.”

“ I-w-well-” 

He had your virgin ass absolutely flustered. 

“ Take em’ off. I want em’ off of you.” He mumbled,scooting you further and tugging at your night shorts. 

Obliging, you somehow managed to rid yourself of your shorts and his shirt. At that moment it took all the courage not to fold right there. 

You leaned forward against the pretty dark wood headboard to grip at its edges in a fair attempt at stabilizing yourself in your squat. 

The plan had been to lower yourself down nice and slow, but leave it to your boyfriend to be an absolutely impatient brat to knock the wind out of you by slamming you down against his face. 

You went to make a remark of protest but soon found that the second his tongue touched you, you’d been left unable to form long coherent sentences. A simple moan of, “ Austin!” Was all that was mustered. 

He groans as he begins to eagerly lap and lick at your drenched pussy. The vibration alone makes you tighten your grip. 

Using his hands he bares down pressing you further into him as you cry out from this new intense feeling. He's calculated with how he uses his tongue to tease the entrance of your opening before gliding it back to suckle at your poor throbbing clit. 

The more and more sucks, the more your juices uncontrollably leak from you, until now the sounds of lewd slurping and your moans come together to echo off the walls. 

“  That feels so good.” You mewl, unable to control how you begin to grind your pussy against his face. 

He lifts up a little bit to mumble, “ Yeah? Am I making this pussy cry with my tongue? She talking to me, honey?” He sends a long lick up your slit making you jump. 

“ Yes! Your tongue is so good, baby. It feels so good.” You cried out. 

You could practically feel him smile into your pussy when he closed the gap, obviously satisfied with desensitizing you this way. 

From there he really started to lay into you, when he laid his tongue completely flat on your clit you couldn’t help the pleas that spilled from your mouth, “ Yes! Yes! Yes! Just like that! Aus, PLEASE.” You began riding his face with more urgency. 

A hand came to smack and grip at your ass to help you with your motion, by now your stomach had begun to build up into that all too familiar knot of delicious agony. 

“ Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! “ You squealed, “ Aus I’m close! I gotta get up.” You tried scrambling off him and out of his grip, out of fear he truly wouldn’t be able to breathe from how hard you were about to flood his face. 

Little did you know that was all the motivation he needed to go harder, using his tongue and mouth to take a grip on your clit that outta to be illegal. He sent a series of smacks to your exposed ass to let you know that you had better not go anywhere. 

Tears sprang in your eyes, “ I-I. It’s too much! “ 

You white knuckled the headboard as your body began to heat up and spark with your impending orgasm. “ Aus I’m about to cum all over your fucking face!” 

“ That’s it, baby. Let go for me.” He moaned out against you. 

Gripping your ass harder he helped grind you faster against his tongue until he felt your body begin convulsing above him, “ I’m fucking cumming! Aus! Yes! Yes! Yes! “ You hissed, feeling the floodgates overtake you. 

After cleaning you up with a couple more licks and slurps, he catches your limp body and gently lowers you to lay next to him. 

Through hazy pleasure ridden eyes you look over to see that previously mentioned glistening smile set across his face as he lays triumphantly next to you!

You feel the bed dip as he disappears into the bathroom and returns with two damp towels: one for you and one for him. 

He goes to really clean you up before hoisting you in his arms and carrying you to the bathroom to pee. 

After everything is said and done, he brings a now sleepy you into his chest, arms creating a warm cage of comfort, “ So, will I be doing that again this weekend?” His hands rub your back. 

You nod and he smiles, “ That good? “ 

Voice cracking you whisper back, “ Could you not tell by the way I left Lake Erie on your face that it was fuckin’ amazing.” 

“ Just checking. “ He laughed, “ Next time we’ll try for the Mississippi, yeah?” 

_____

Next Day

Madison Square Garden 

New York Rangers vs Philadelphia Flyers Game 

“ I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. I’ve always wanted to go to one of these.” You squealed looking out at the crisp white ice while you were surrounded by thousands of other people.

Cup of water in hand and popcorn in lap, you’d dressed in thick wool lined jeans , a Flyers jersey, converse, and had your baseball cap to the back in spirit of your first time seeing a Flyers game in person. 

Austin laughed and took a sip of the wine he’d gotten. “ I’m glad we’re enjoying ourselves. I keep forgetting you told me you were a little hockey fan. Would have never guessed.”

You laugh, “ Yeah. When I was little my Aunt dated the guy who did the sound at the games for the Blue Jackets so we always got tickets. She’d go and take us up on the weekends and I can remember just always having the best time. Ever since I’ve become quite fond of hockey. The smell of the wet ice when they redo it, the chill of the arena, the way the glass rattles when the players zip by. I love it.” 

Austin noticed the way you hadn’t taken your eyes off the ice the entire time you were talking about this little passion of yours. A smile passed his face in satisfaction that he’d learned something new about you. For most of the rest of the time he got more pleasure from watching you watch the game then actually paying attention to what was going on himself. 

The way your nose scrunched when a shot was missed, your little squeals when your team regained the puck, and even how you held your own and  weren’t afraid to get back with surrounding audience members who may have said something to you out of the way.

This was hockey after all.

By the time halftime rolled around you were content at watching your favorite little segments. 

Kid of the game, celeb look alike, and your personal favorite: The Kiss Cam. 

The cliche track by Sixpence None The Richer echoed throughout the arena as you watched couples old and young peck each other and giggle for the camera.

It warmed your heart, but what happened next made it drop to your ass and roll onto the ice.

Because suddenly, your face made up in about a million pixels on the big kiss cam screen, there you and your grinning boyfriend were on display for the whole world.

People around you had begun to cheer and you could see Austin’s face was turning a shade of candy apple red. 

“ Aus.” You whispered, half covering our face.  The encouragement and cheering only grew louder and you felt Austin’s hand come to remove yours from your face. “ Hey. C’mon we can’t let everyone else have all the fun.” 

“ Just pretend it’s you and I. Only us. Okay?” He whispered, taking your face into his hands. 

You nodded and took a deep breath closing your eyes with a mixture of excitement and nerves pinging through you as your lips connected with his in a sweet little innocent kiss. 

The whoops and cheers intensified around you and when you pulled away you saw the wide smile Austin had his arm around your waist and you both waved to the camera one last time. 

After you were off Austin wrapped his arms around you, placing a kiss on your head, “ Always wanted to kiss a pretty girl on one of those things. Never thought I’d ever get the guts to do it.  Guess dreams come true.“ He laughed.  

You could still feel your heart pounding in your chest a bit thinking about how you’d replay that moment in your head for who knew how long to come, “ Yeah. They really do, they really do.” 

He placed a kiss on your hand and the both of you returned your attention back to the screen just as an older couple appeared. 

Eventually after some shouting, another small bag of popcorn, and twenty autographs from Austin to some fans later, the game was over, the Flyers beat the Rangers, and the two of you happily walked along to the car. 

“ Home for a nap. “ Austin suggested. 

“ Yes Please.” You yawned, feeling the excitement of the day beginning to catch up with you. 

______

Austin’s Brownstone - 8:23pm 

“ Well, Good Evening sleepy-head.” Austin greeted your groggy figure as you sat up with a pile of blankets sliding from you. 

“ Evening?! “ You yawned while looking around at the dimming sky outside the big bay window in the living room. “ My gosh, babe. How long did you let me sleep? What time is it? Don’t we have reservations? “  

You looked over to the loveseat where Austin had his feet propped up with a book in hand.

“ Woah. “ He held up a hand, “ Slow down. Take a breath.”

“ I let you sleep because you needed to rest, Babe. It’s about eight-twenty five right now and I called and canceled the reservations we had because truth be told I’m a little tired too. “ 

Your bottom lip stuck out and you went to protest but he held up a hand. 

“ So, instead I thought maybe you’d want to order in. Your choice. Thai, Italian, Mexican…”  He threw out the options. Nothing sounds good.

“ Do you know any good sandwich places? “ 

______

Forty five minutes and two wrapped hero sandwiches later…

“ Two-truths and one lie go.” You randomly said, reaching for one of his fries. 

“ Hmm. Alright. Well, I once shared the same production lot with Beyoncé and met her. “ He began, “ Two, I used to come home every single day in elementary school to eat lunch with my mother, and I once played a sad tree in my acting group’s play when I was younger..” 

You threw up your grease ridden hands, “ Automatically I'm gonna assume that the Beyonce thing is unfortunately untrue because I don’t think you would’ve held out on me like that. And I’m almost positive from that picture your sister showed that you were a sad bird in that play. So,I don’t know…maybe the lunch thing. I wouldn’t think an elementary school would let a kid walk home like that? Right? “ 

Austin smiled, “ Well my dear. Unfortunately this one you’d be wrong because all through elementary school I did in fact have a standing lunch appointment with my mother everyday.” He revealed.

“ Really?! And the school just let you go? “ 

He nodded, “ Yeah. We started doing it because of how shy I was. I couldn't really make friends at that age because of it, so sometimes it was hard being in school. Everyone knew everyone in town so the walk home and back was a breeze. We always ate P & J’s and watched cartoons or old westerns.” He recalled the fond memories. “ I know with work and other things at the time I’m sure her doing it wasn’t exactly ideal, but she still always made it work.” 

Your heart swelled for him as you reached out to rub his shoulder.

“ Awe, Austin, that sounds so sweet. She seemed amazing. “ 

“ Yeah, she was.” He sighed, “ She really was.” 

“ Wish I’d had a mom like that.” You sighed, “ I wish I would have had a mom period. “ 

As soon as the words left your mouth and you saw the look on Austin’s face, you instantly felt embarrassed. 

It wasn’t like Austin didn’t know about your situation, it just wasn’t something that you had in-depth discussed before. And you also really weren’t trying to make this seem about you either. It was just a little slip of word vomit.

You backtracked, “ I mean I do have a Mom. Just, it’s rather I just…have no idea where she is. Sorta…” 

Noticing you were about to say more but held yourself back, Austin encouraged you to continue, “ Hey. It’s alright. Tell me.” 

“ Okay well. From what I know, my Aunt said after I turned a year my mother wasn’t really around much. Started going out and hanging around with friends all hours of the night, and she just really didn’t seem that interested in Gracie and me anymore. Even disappeared for days at a time.” 

“ She left my Dad a note one night. On it she explained that she couldn’t imagine another day of being a mother. Specifically she said that it was draining something out of her that she was afraid she’d never get back. That we’d all be better off without her being there, herself included.” 

 “ I was only a year and some change and Gracie was almost five. And Dad did the best he could raising two girls by himself. He didn’t date much or anything really. Just was a devoted GM Plant worker and an even more devoted Dad.” 

“ A couple years later he found out that she’d remarried, moved to a part of Spain, and had more children. So, he made the decision to go to court and officially file for full custody of us. Which she didn’t contest, naturally.” You continued, “ I don’t think he ever really got over it, unfortunately.” 

“ He never talked about her at all.  And when he passed away when I was thirteen from congestive heart failure we went to live with our grandmother in Georgia. Gracie graduated and decided to move to Texas to pursue a career in public service. And after graduation I got a scholarship to Arizona State, so my grandmother moved and then decided to travel the world.” 

“ If you don’t mind me asking, has she ever tried to reach out? “ Austin questioned. 

You nodded, “ Only once. Not to me though.” You clarified.

“  When Gracie got married. Somehow she’d found Gracie’s address and sent a letter. Gracie read it but never responded. And she never told me what the letter said either. Her silent way of still protecting her little sister. I guess.” 

“ Would you have wanted to know what it said? “ 

“ I don't really know. Maybe? Maybe not? “  You answered. “ She wrote it just to Gracie. So, I'm sure there’s a reason for that.” 

“ Being honest….” You started feeling your lip begin to quiver and eyes water at the incoming thought. “ I always wondered if I was the reason she left? Like maybe I was hard to take care of or if carrying me did something negative to her. I-I *sniffle* It doesn’t sound like she wanted to leave when she had Gracie, so why after me? Why didn’t she stay? “ 

Your vision had full on fuzzied out now and your cheeks were slick with tears, turning his head to look at you all Austin could do was feel his heart ache. 

He tried to reach out  but you instinctively moved away trying to cover your face, “ Don’t. It’s fine.” Your voice cracked. 

He frowned, “ No it’s not, babe. You’re upset. My best girl is crying. Nothing is ever fine when my best girl is crying. It’s very far from fine actually.” He fussed moving toward you still. 

“ Hey.” He cooed, while reaching over to gently grab you and pull you onto his body, “ Hey. Shhh. It’s okay. Let it out.” He encouraged, rubbing your back and placing a kiss to your head as small sobs still escaped you. 

A hand went to your head to hold against him as he offered you all of his love and comfort.

After a while you’d began to settle and quiet at the warm feeling of being enveloped in his arms and calmed by his words. He hated that you were feeling this way. In situations like this it truly made Austin appreciate his mother, he couldn’t have imagined ever having any other maternal experience then what he had. He wished everyone could have had that. 

“ Hey, look at me.” He cupped your face and wiped at the tears while you sniffled, “ Anyone would be lucky to have you in their life, sweetheart.” 

“ I’m lucky to have you in my life.” He affirmed while making sure your eye contact never broke, tears forming in his.  “ You hear me? I love you.” 

You nodded, clinging to his shirt, “ I love you too, Austin.” 

He smiled, “ Of course. Snot and all.” He teased making you giggle and shriek away from him. 

He went to lean over and hand you the tissue box he’d snatched.

“ Now, let’s get into bed. How about a shower and a movie? Any movie you want.”

At this declaration you perked, “ Any movie? “ 

Now a bit skeptical, Austin still nodded, “ Any movie.” 

______

“ Okay, I changed my mind. Any movie but this one.” He groaned.

“ Austin.” You mirrored his groan. 

“ Fine.” He mumbled dragging you into his arms as the beginning of Lilo and Stitch played on the screen.

“ You really like this movie, huh? “ Austin chuckled into your headscarf. 

“ It’s my favorite! I was obsessed when I was little. I had a lilo and stitch lunch box, bed set, and all kinds of stuff.” You explained.’

“ And have you ever been to Hawaii? “

“ Nu uh. Haven’t gotten around to it. Maybe one day.” 

“ Uh huh.” Austin yawned.

Maybe one day real soon…

[cinnamoneve]

𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐲.

idolatry \ īˈdälətrē \ (n.) - extreme admiration, love, or reverence for something or someone.

❆ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: gojo satoru x fem!reader ❆ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: your boyfriend just makes the perfect wedding date ❆ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: reader is wearing a dress, is called beautiful, shorter than gojo, reader drinks alcohol ❆ 𝐰𝐜: 1.8k ❆ 𝐚/𝐧: you are all subject to me writing self indulgent fics ♡ currently stuck at an airport for a wedding tomorrow and this man would look so fine in a suit (also i Would Like to marry him). anyways i love you thank you for reading !!!

any excuse gojo satoru had to dress up and take the night off, he’d eat up.

you offhandedly mentioned to your boyfriend that you had a family wedding coming up. fortunately, you were given the opportunity to bring a plus one–and you knew just the man for the occasion.

“should we match? and coordinate our outfits?”

“it’s not high school prom, satoru. we don’t have to match”

he didn’t know. while his life had been very well lived in his 28 years, attending a wedding hadn’t been crossed off his list yet. he’d secretly hoped that the first one he would attend would be yours, with him standing across from you to seal in your devotion to one another for the rest of your lives.

but alas, he can’t get what he wants this time.

while he’s met your family here and there, this will be the first full-scale event where you’re hard launching your boyfriend into the family. it’s a lot at once. for a normal person, it’d be overwhelming. but most weren’t people-oriented the way your boyfriend was.

“can you at least tell me the color of your dress?”

“it’s green”

“green suit then. got it.”

reading your body language and glare burning the back of his head, satoru was quick to write it off as ‘kidding!’ of course you believed him, but half of your brain told you not to.

you had almost forgotten about it all until the day of the event, when satoru picked up his suit from the dry cleaner. you tried to steal a peek underneath the white bag, but he playfully swatted you away with a “nuh-uh.” you pushed it from your mind and continued to get ready.

satoru’s cologne was always the indication that it was time to go. subtle yet overwhelming, the musky scent filled the air of any room he walked into. it felt like he applied enough so everyone could smell it, but you could only appreciate it if you were buried into his neck. it sucked you in and was warm enough to feel like an embrace. when you could hear him applying his cologne, the scent came moments later, and so did the nerves.

usually in uniform or in sweatpants, rarely could satoru go all out and dress to the nines. you’ve only been lucky to see it once or twice, but never to this extent.

you walked out of the bathroom to meet him, and man, he looked good. it took everything in you to remember the commitment you made to your family and your rsvp instead of staying home and jumping him there.

in his black suit, he definitely cleaned up well. the black suit only contrasted his snow-white hair, which matched into the white button-up he paired underneath. after the first wave of nerves and infatuation passed, you were relieved to note he wasn’t wearing a full-green suit like he’d teased. the harder you looked, though, you could see glimpses of yourself and his love woven in the outfit. a green pocket square, a thin green tie, and even socks to match.

he even matched his cufflinks to the type of metal your jewelry was.

gosh, he was so perfect sometimes, it infuriated you. this time, you could let it pass. maybe just this once.

he let out a whistle when his eyes met yours.

“you look beautiful, love”

“you don’t look so bad yourself, satoru”

“oh don’t be mean, you were practically drooling over there”

“shut up,” you laughed. he pulled you into a kiss to meet your giggles halfway. he just loved to kiss you when you were smiling, just so he could taste how happy he made you.

satoru wore his happiness on his sleeve; probably more, if there was even a phrase for it. you could hear that he was smiling when he talked. he would smile while kissing you, which would always pull and curl his lips in a way that made you melt. he was so unapologetically and irrevocably in love with you, and the best way to show it was with his smile–in any way he could.

he pulled your hand close, placed a gentle kiss to your knuckles, and led you outside to the car. opening the door for you like the gentleman he was, you feigned a “wow, thank you, baby” to make him feel so chivalrous, as if he doesn’t do it every time

and you did the same, as you always had, when he opened the door for you at the venue. he took your hand so tenderly in his as you walked inside.

the ceremony was intimate, so you and most of the party were only attending the reception. satoru was already confused by the proceedings and this didn’t help his case.

“so they’re already married? they already kissed the bride? we missed the vows?”

“yes, love,” was the only way you could answer. it was almost a soft launch into a wedding for him. no formalities of ceremonies that were following any specific practice or culture, just dancing and alcohol with a side of celebrating love.

boy, you needed a drink. gojo had a million questions about family members he hadn’t seen in a while, how they were, and if they would remember him.

you both made your rounds during the cocktail hour to greet old and new friends and family. always the social butterfly, satoru seemed to command every conversation and have everyone feel included and heard.

he had a certain air about him that made anyone he was talking to seem like the most important person in the world. he was an avid listener, eye-contact enthusiast, and lover of remembering details about people. oh, you told him you were looking to vacation in europe last time he saw you? best believe he’d ask if you’ve gotten there yet.

because he was driving, satoru drank just enough to get him loose. meanwhile, family events made you slam drink after drink. something about all your family in a dance hall with an open bar just spoke to you.

the rest of the night flowed as it usually did. you had found your seats with some of your favorite family members, and gojo made a point to sit as close to you as he could.

it was one of your favorite things about him. he unconsciously always scoots his chair closer to you, so at least your legs would be touching. such a clingy man–he’d die before anyone at that table but you knew it though.

so under the table his affection stayed, in the form of foot taps and unconscious shapes drawn on your thigh as he talked to one of your cousin’s boyfriends.

the alcohol had made you a little spacey before the reception truly kicked off. the couple had their first dance, and afterwards, all the couples in the room were invited to share it with them.

satoru giggled at you.

“why are you looking at me like that”

“i just think you’re pretty, satoru”

he slowly stood up and adjusted his suit jacket.

“if you wanted to ask me to dance, you could’ve just asked. there’s no need to be shy about it, baby”

maybe it was the alcohol, but something about satoru tonight made your heart skip a few beats. it did turn you a little shy, you realized. you felt the blush creeping up your face as he grabbed your hand.

“may i have this dance?”

so lame. it was so lame. so cliche, overdone, movie-esque…the list can go on. normally, you would’ve faked a gag at this line. he loved to pull out the cheesy lines to make you squirm.

nothing came out this time. you just looked at him with your cheeks hot, shyly looking away as you rose to meet him.

satoru led you to the dance floor before putting his hand on your waist with your clasped hands at your sides. you found yourself buried into his chest, listening to his heartbeat in line with the slow song playing in the background. the music seemed to fade out of your mind as it felt like the two of you were the only people on the dance floor.

he kept the pace (and kept you upright) as the two of you stepped back and forth with one another, bodies falling into each other to the tune of the song.

his cologne was intoxicating. something about it made your heart soar. you wanted to get ready with him for the rest of your lives. stupid how something as simple as whatever he decided to spray had you wanting it to be your reminder of plans every time you made them. you hoped that scent would be your own personal alarm every time you and satoru had somewhere to go. hell, you’d make plans if it meant he’d fill up the house with this little piece of himself.

“what do you think our wedding will be like?”

the vibration of satoru’s chest with his question pulls you out of your thoughts.

you think about it for a bit. you wondered what the two of you would be like by then. it could be tomorrow or in five years–either way, you wouldn’t be the same as you are now. just the thought alone made you excited.

you were in love with him, definitely. in love with who he was about to be, in love with who he was when you met him. who he was when he woke up this morning, yesterday, last week, and who he’ll be tomorrow. it was all unknown. but not a scary unknown, no; it was comforting that you two grew adjacently to one another, yet, together.

that’s love, you realized. maybe it’s not sharing your first dance among your friends and family, or standing face-to-face professing your vows, or wearing white or taking some seal to honor and love each other for as long as you live.

it was something in-between, something unwritten; hidden between open car doors and cufflinks.

you would dance with him as long as you could, though. at least you had known that for sure. happiness with satoru must be between slow dancing together, wondering when he’d pull you close and dip you, each time pretending he was going to drop you because he thought it was funny, just to kiss you when he pulled you back up. or maybe when he’d twirl you off his hand, stealing a glimpse at the way your eyes stayed on him while you slowly spun.

the rest of the night was incredibly uneventful. satoru danced with all of your aunties and your mother, stealing them away to tell them how beautiful they looked so they’d feel loved.

maybe it was the alcohol clouding your mind, or maybe it was the most sober thought you’d had all night, but like satoru, you found yourself wishing that the next wedding you go to would be your own.

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[httpwintersoldier]

『 do it for me, doll. pt.3 || bucky barnes x reader 』

pairing: pornstar!Bucky x f!reader words: medium summary: when life gets hard after the Avenger's disbandment Bucky has to find a new occupation, and you find it too.

『 part 1 』 『 part 2 』

Getting on the plane to New York had your legs jittery and butterflies in your stomach. You couldn't stop smiling, you felt like a teenage girl giggling about your crush. Except it was just about the opposite.

Your coworkers found it odd, that you were so happy and couldn't wait for a work related trip, but they just guessed you enjoyed travelling. Little did they know, company awaited you on the other side.

You'd only meet Bucky on your third day in New York, since you were busy the other two days, but you might as well have met him outside of the airport, because your mind was clouded with thoughts of him and what you'd do when you first saw each other. Your body felt like it was burning in every place you wanted him to touch you.

You hurried to call a cab, and once you were in the hotel you didn't bother to unpack or get comfortable, you just grabbed your phone to text Bucky (whom had obviously given you his number since scheduling a meetup via livestream chat was not ideal or practical).

You: I'm in NYC 😎

Bucky: you sure we can't see each other like... now? I want you so bad

(Picture attached)

The picture was of him, lying on his bed, wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants, that were riding dangerously low on his waist.

You bit your lip, and for a second considered ditching your professional responsibilities for a good great fuck. But eventually decided against it.

You: Sorry Sergeant, duty calls, I'll see you the day after tomorrow

Bucky: you know I'll punish you for making me wait, right?

You: I do... and I can't wait.

You had no idea where your recent surge of confidence had come from (you suspected it was from all of Bucky's compliments and encouragement), but this new you was capable of saying just about anything that went through your mind.

To say you were unproductive and absolutely useless during your meetings was the understatement of the century. You were so distracted, excited and giddy by the thought of Bucky that you ended up contributing nothing to the work you were actually supposed to do. Your coworkers, however (bless them) just pinned it in nervousness for being in front of the higher-ups and covered for you.

When the day came you felt all sorts of emotions and skipped all of the coffees you'd usually have throughout the day as the added caffeine would only make it worse. A lot worse.

The workday itself was light, you only worked during the morning since your employers had meetings in the afternoon.

Come 1PM, you ate hurriedly and started to get ready, as if 6 hours wasn't enough time. You showered, did your hair and makeup (nice and heavy on the mascara so he'd have enough to mess up), lathered yourself in the nicest vanilla body lotion you had ever smelled, and got dressed.

You went all out for the meetup, even going as far as buying new lingerie for the occasion, but the man deserved it, he was cooking you dinner and serving all types of meat after all.

The set you purchased was baby pink. It was a hard cup lacy bra, that pushed up your tits in a beautiful way, with a small ribbon in between the cups. The panties were matching the top, and the back had a cut-out heart giving a perfect view of your ass. The set wouldn't be complete without the matching garter belt that connected to a sheer, white pair of tights.

You looked like a dream.

You put on a fancy outfit and gave yourself one last look in the mirror, touching up your makeup and hair, before texting Bucky.

You: I'm ready, will you make me wait till the time comes as a punishment?

Bucky: making you wait to come over would only be a punishment to me. Come one over.

Bucky shared his location.

You giggled and called an Uber to his location, sending a picture as soon as you got in the car to let him know you were on your way.

Bucky was just as giddy and nervous as you were, and he didn't know how long he'd be able to keep his hands off of you. Despite what might've been a popular belief, he didn't fuck a lot, he just happened to undress on camera.

About 15 minutes went by and Bucky was just adding the finishing touches to the dinner table when he heard your footsteps approach the door.

Ding dong.

You both took a deep breath, and the door opened.

"Y/N! Hi!"

Mesmerizing. That was the only way to describe Bucky Barnes. He smiled at you as if you weren't both thinking of the sinful things you were to do to each other.

"Nice to finally see you in person!" You said, greeting him with a hug.

He guided you inside his house - it was very minimalist, nothing but the absolutely necessary inside.

"I'm not big on decorations." Bucky said with a chuckle, as he saw you look around "But I do have beautiful chains hanging on my bedroom walls." He whispered in your ear, as an arm sneaked around your figure.

You shivered, looking over your shoulder at the man that was standing dangerously close to you. Your lips missed each other by mere milimeters, and the sexual tension was clearly palpable.

Bucky brushed his lips over yours for a split second, before completely pulling away and taking you to the kitchen. What a tease.

Bucky was a true gentleman, pulled directly from those 1940's stereotypes. He pulled out the chair for you and served your food and the champagne he had prepared.

"I hope you like it. If you don't there's a great chinese place nearby." He half-joked, since he was actually a little scared you wouldn't like the meal.

But his worries washed away when he saw your face as you took the first bite of the meal.

"Wow! This is amazing!" You complimented.

You saw his cheeks go a little red at the compliment and he smiled widely.

"Yeah? Thank you."

You'd think all of the compliments he got during streams would've made him more used to hearing them, but he still got very shy.

"Hopefully it won't be the best thing of the night..." You said suggestively, sending a wink his way.

Bucky's face instantly changed, into a look of lust and desire.

"Oh princess, this is nothing compared to what I have prepared." He winked at you, bringing the champagne glass to his lips.

The conversation flowed naturally during the dinner, which was a relief. Both of you had a secret worry in the back of your minds that you'd have no chemistry aside from the sexual attraction, but as time passed the worry faded completely.

When dinner was done, Bucky took a hold of your hand and guided you to his living room, bringing the champagne along with you. You sat down on the couch.

"You know Bucky, I'm surprised..."

Bucky rose an eyebrow at you.

"Hm? Surprised?"

"Yes," you paused, trailing your hand up his thigh "after the stunt you pulled when I came in the door I didn't think you'd last this long without doing... something."

Bucky's bionic arm gripped your wrist, just as your hand was getting to his crotch.

"Oh princess you have no idea how much I've been holding back."

The Soldier pulled you a little closer as he said that.

"Why hold back?" You whispered, as he was just so close.

"Because if I don't I won't be able to hold, back." Bucky responded, one of his hands making it's way to your cheek.

"Then don't hold back."

Those words were almost like a command for Bucky. He borught your face closer to his and kissed you, Your lips fit perfectly together, and all you both could think was "finally".

There was need and desperation in the kiss, and it was as if you were afraid to let go, as if you'd falter if you pulled away.

Bucky's vibranium arm wrapped around your figure, and brought you to his lap. His hips rolled up agains yours, as his tongue entered your mouth once more and his hands gripped your ass - you felt pleasantly overwhelmed, your mind had no idea what to focus on.

You could feel his boner against your core, and moaned at the feeling.

Bucky's hands settled on your ass and he stood up, taking you to what you assumed was his bedroom. He then laid you on the bed, standing up for a second to take of his shirt and pants.

As he worked on his clothes, you worked on yours. You removed your top and undid your zipper, so Bucky could pull down your pants and dispose of them. After he did so, he stood back, admiring your body in the pretty lingerie.

He smirked, chuckled and brushed back his semi-long hair, before climbing on top of you and pampering your chest and neck with sloppy kisses.

"You'll be the fucking death of me, doll." Bucky told you, snapping the waistband of your panties against the skin of your hip.

Your hand tangled on his hair as he marked your skin, while his hand sneaked inside your pretty underwear to find your clit.

"Oh Bucky- fuck."

The man kissed your neck, then your jaw and then your cheek.

"You sound even more beautiful in person." He said, before catching your lips in a quick kiss.

Bucky wanted to grab that pretty bra of yours and rip it out, but it was far too pretty, so his hand reached around your back and unclasped it, then peeling it off your body.

"Shit..." He groaned under his breath.

The man's lips attached to one of your nipples, as the other hand sneakily pushed your panties to the side, so he could enter you.

"This wet? Just for me? Wow I must be really good." Bucky joked, biting your breast and then kissing down your stomach.

"May... Maybe." You said, unable to sneak in a snarky reply when his tongue met your clit.

Bucky was holding your waist down with his free hand, as you couldn't help but writhe under his touch.

"Shit if you keep that up I'm not gonna last long." You said, between moans and whines.

"Then don't last long. Cum on my tongue doll, I wanna see how pretty you look up close."

Bucky curled his fingers inside of you and uncurled, picking up the pace he fingered you it. Soon after you were cumming with a loud cry of incoherent words that were meant to be "fuck Bucky, you're so good".

When your breath was steady, he came up to kiss you, and you could taste yourself on his tongue. Hot.

In a sudden act of bravery, you wrapped your legs around his waist and flipped you over, then kneeling in between his legs.

"What are we doing now doll?" He asked, with a look of amusement on his face.

You hooked your finger on the waistband of his tight boxers and pulled them down, letting his erection spring free. His cock did look bigger in person.

"Repaying the favour."

Before he could reply, you licked a strip along his shaft, before sucking his tip. You bobbed your head up and down his shaft, slowly taking more and more of him.

"Oh... fuck." He groaned and made a makeshift ponytail out of your hair, so he could watch the way his cock disappeared in your mouth.

Your hand added to the movement, and when you looked up, your teary eyes meeting his, he nearly came in your mouth.

"That's it." Bucky said, before tugging on your hair and pulling your mouth away from his cock.

Before you could register what was happening, Bucky had you on the bed with your ass up and face in the matress. He took your wrists and held them together behind your back.

Soon after, his tip found your entrance and he slipped in slowly, taking in the moment he finally got to fill you.

"Oh fuck, you feel so good doll." His compliment almost went unheard, as you were too focused on how good it felt to have him fuck you.

His hand spanked your ass and then grabbed it, loving the way it bounced when he fucked you.

As Bucky picked up the pace, your moans became more frequent and louder, making it insanely hard for him not to cum.

"Fuck it." He said, and paused, before flipping you around and entering you again "I wanna see your pretty little face when you cum on my cock, you're going to look so beautiful, all fucked out for me."

His hand wrapped around your throat as he said those words, and you swore your vision went blurry with pleasure.

"You f-feel so good Bucky- shit! Fuck!" You screamed, as he seemed to go deeper and deeper with each thrust.

It wasn't long before pleasure-filled tears streamed down your face, and your hands gripped the sheets. Your climax hit you harder than any before, and you cried out the man's name.

Bucky didn't even get time to ride out your orgasm, he simpy pulled out and came on you. All over your stomach and tits.

The man fell beside you on the bed, as you both tried to regain your breaths. After a couple seconds, you looked at each other, instantly feeling shy as if you hadn't fucked the shit out of each other.

You noticed the way his eyes drifted to your neck, and you softly ran your fingers across it.

"I'm going to have to wear a scarf tomorrow, aren't I?"

Bucky smiled and laughed.

"That would probably be best, yes." He joked, meeting your eyes.

Bucky wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close to his side, not caring if his cum stuck between your bodies, and lifted your chin up to kiss you.

"Join me. Let's film this, at least once. Please?"

"I'll think about it."

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Until Next Time

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: You're a Diplomatic Courier in Columbia for the night and meet Javier at a bar and take him back to your hotel room, only to be called back into the embassy in an emergency and have to leave Javier behind. To your surprise, Javier is also called into work in the early hours of the morning in an otherwise empty office...

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 8.5k

Tags: smut, oral sex (female receiving), cunnilingus, kissing, hotel sex, flirting, alcohol, Porn with plot, fingering, protected p in v (be safe yall), dirty talk, some biting, office sex, begging, cockblocking, gags, panties as a gag, praise (let me know if I miss any)

a/n: I have never written actual smut before; oh, have mercy on me, please.

You gaze at the rippled, amber glow of your drink in the glass. The dim, warm lighting of the bar accentuates the dark liquid of the drink. You find comfort in the sound of the bar patrons' voices, the drunken laughter and banter filling your ears. You take another sip of your drink, your worries and cares momentarily slipping away as you immerse yourself in the atmosphere. 

You and your partner had just landed at the airport five hours ago after an eventful flight to Columbia. Upon exiting the plane, you were met with armed hostility, being forced into compliance at gunpoint due to a misunderstanding. This, however, was a common occurrence in your line of work, being a Diplomatic Courier. With immunity from bag searches, arrest, and detention, your job transporting the American Diplomatic Bag between countries led to frequent interactions of this nature. Although your status was known to higher-ranking officials, those lower in the hierarchy often refused to budge and threatened force. After a few calls and furious management, you were eventually released to proceed to deliver the confidential bag to the American Embassy.     

You bring the glass to your lips for one last time, drinking the final few drops before setting it down on the bar with a soft thud. As you go to stand up, your attention is quickly grabbed when someone sits down at the stool next to you with a soft smile on their face.

Your eyes subtly drift over him, taking in his simple yet well-maintained outfit. He wears a neat dark blue button-up with an old green jacket. His hair falls in a slightly unkempt yet stylish style that frames his face well, begging for fingers to run through the strands. He has a lean, fit physique with nicely defined muscles, though it's his features that really catch your attention. His face is sharply angled, with piercing eyes that seem to look directly at you, as if he can see right through you. 

He notices you taking a moment to look him over, but he doesn't seem to mind your attention, instead returning the subtle smile you gave him. He motions to the bartender and orders not only an additional drink for himself but also a refill for your glass. Even though you attempt to decline the offer, the bartender has already begun pouring the drink without hesitation. 

"You didn't have to buy me a drink," you say, feeling a bit sheepish yet also strangely flattered by his gesture. You look over at him as you speak, unable to help but be a bit distracted by his captivating gaze and confident manner. He holds your gaze, and that same small, subtle smirk remains on his lips, though there is a hint of mischievousness in his expression that has your curiosity piqued.

"I wanted to treat a beautiful woman to a drink," he responds, his deep yet smooth voice filled with confidence and a hint of genuineness. He holds your gaze as he slowly takes a sip from his drink, a small smirk playing on his lips that only adds to his charm. Your face heats up at the unexpected praise, and you can't help but be a little flustered by the attention. 

You look down and take a sip from your newly refilled glass, trying to ignore the feeling that your face is still hot from his compliment. You sigh slightly, contemplating whether another drink would really hurt or not. It's just one more drink. You look back over at him and maintain eye contact, trying to ignore the way your heart is starting to pound in your chest. Your mind is telling you not to have another drink, but something about being in his presence is just too hard to resist. One more drink won’t hurt, right?

He locks his gaze onto you and asks, "So, where are you from? If you don't mind me asking," his voice maintains the same calm and confident tone as before. His eyes never leave your face as he leans on the bar, remaining intense yet somehow friendly at the same time, as if wanting to get to know more about you. You feel a bit flustered under his scrutiny, not used to being on the receiving end of such direct attention after a long day.

"America" you answer, feeling a bit uncertain about giving away too much personal info to this mysterious stranger but not wanting to kill the friendly vibe either. "Flew in this afternoon."

"I'm assuming you're here on business, then, and not for pleasure?" he asks, taking another sip of his drink and savouring the taste before focusing his attention back on you.

You softly laugh and shake your head at his question, "Business," you answer, taking another sip from your drink. The smirk on your face adds a playful sense to your response, as you seem to enjoy the way this conversation has gone. It's comfortable yet also a bit flirty, leaving you feeling a bit excited and curious about how this night might go. You glance at your watch briefly, realising that it's getting pretty late and you should probably get back to your hotel soon, but you don't feel quite ready to call it a night yet.

"It's dangerous for a woman like yourself to be in this part of town, and at this hour," he says, his expression becoming more serious yet also concerned. His hand makes its way slowly to the top of your forearm, causing an instant rush of goosebumps and butterflies to take over you. As he speaks, his voice becomes a bit more hushed as well, and you instinctively lean in closer to hear every word he says. His gaze is intense, holding your eyes and never averting his focus from you. Your heart begins to race, and the feeling of excitement only increases as you become more drawn to him.

You look down at his hand on your arm, and your smile falters slightly before you look back into his eyes. "A woman like myself knows how to take care of herself," you warn, your voice thick with flirtation.

His hand still rests comfortably on your arm as his other rests on your thigh, and you can feel the butterflies in your stomach as you try and maintain a level of confidence. He leans in a bit closer, his lips just inches from your ear as he whispers. Your breath catches in your chest, and your heart rate quickens yet again.

"A woman like you shouldn't have to ‘take care of herself’ when she could have someone else do it for her." He whispers, his voice full of charm and seduction as he continues to lean in slightly closer, his breath hot on your neck. He brushes his hand up and down your thigh, slowly tracing his fingers over your jeans.

His fingers leave your skin tingling from his caress, and you close your eyes as you shiver. His touch is so unexpectedly sensual, sending a rush of pleasant sensations throughout your body. 

"Is that so?" you whisper, your voice low and breathy.  

His breath tickles the edge of your ear as he whispers, "Mmm, you're just too irresistible for me to let you take care of any potential danger by yourself." He lifts his head to look back into your eyes with a cheeky smirk on his face."In fact, I should escort you back to your hotel." He softly squeezes your thigh, his eyes still looking directly into yours. "You wouldn't want to run into any harm.. would you?"

You tilt your head and consider his offer, weighing the risks in your mind. You know that you have your gun back in your room, along with your partner in the room next to yours, just in case this guy turns out to be a complete jerk or worse. He seems relatively safe and normal, though, and your mind wanders a bit as you think about how long it's been since you've let yourself have some fun. Moving around every few weeks leaves little time for serious commitments, so maybe one night of innocent fun wouldn't hurt. Plus, it's been a while, and you could use the distraction, so why not?

You smirk back at him once you make up your mind, feeling a rush of excitement and anticipation build up within you. "Such a gentleman," you tease, the playful tone of your voice leaving no doubt about what your intentions are. "My hotel is just down the street if you feel like walking me back there."  

"Lead the way, mi bella," his voice drips with charm as he leans close to you again. His arm wraps lightly around your waist, and the smell of his cologne fills your senses, the scent only amplifying the rush of excitement and anticipation you already feel. A mischievous smile plays on his lips as he adds, "I have a feeling tonight's going to be fun for the both of us." He seems to be in control now, leading you out of the bar and towards his hotel nearby, and you can't help but find it exciting the way this night is unfolding.

You take the stairs to the second floor to your room with the man close behind you, whose name you learnt is Javier. You pray to the heavens that your partner doesn't hear you as you pass his room and stop in front of yours. You grab your key from your pocket and unlock your door. You step into your room and hold the door open for Javier, smirking as you gesture for him to follow.  

He walks into the room, and you close the door behind him, the two of you now alone together. The thrill of the moment makes your heart pound in your chest. 

Once the door closes, he immediately pushes you against it, your bodies pressed up closely together. His hands grip your hips tightly, and for a moment, the world becomes muted as his lips press against yours, his tongue slowly making its way into your mouth. His kiss is firm yet warm, and his moustache tickles your lips as it brushes against your own.

As his lips release from yours, he looks down at you with a passionate look on his face, his breathing heavy. His hand gently rubs along your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine.

You look up at him, catching your breath as your hands rake down his chest, feeling the toned muscles under his shirt. As you press yourself against him, you can feel the deep, steady beat of his heartbeat as your tongues intertwine once more and your hands explore the length of his clothed body, tracing every line across his chest and back. The excitement between the two of you grows with every passing moment, and you can feel the tension in the air as you become lost in your passionate embrace.

Your teeth gaze on his bottom lip as you softly bite his lip and he moans at the sensation. "My, my...you're a feisty one, aren't ya?" He whispers teasingly with a grin as he leans back slightly from you while your hands continue to explore the contours of his lean physique, eliciting another soft moan of pleasure from him as he leans in close to your ear. 

Your heart races with each of his kisses against your neck, adding to the already thrilling atmosphere. He continues to kiss your neck as he speaks, his breath hot and his touch sending waves of butterflies through you. "Let's take this somewhere more comfortable, shall we," his voice is both playful and intimate, the sound of it sending shivers down your spine. 

You nod in response, and he smiles into your neck as his hands travel under your thighs to lift you up. You wrap your legs around his hips, and he grunts at the added weight, but he doesn't seem to mind the change in dynamics. You blush at this bold move, and he seems to relish the sensation of your weight against him, grunting slightly but continuing to kiss and nip at your neck as he walks towards the bed.

You can't help but let out a light moan at his touch, feeling the butterflies in your stomach grow with each passing moment. 

He gently lays you down upon the soft sheets, your heart pounding as he looms over you once more.

He gently pushes you back onto the bed, slowly hovering his body over yours. Each breath you take leaves you more lightheaded than the last, your heart pounding against your chest as his lips brush against yours once more.

He looks down at you with a grin, his deep breath filling the room as his hand caresses your hair in a gentle and loving fashion. His lips begin to make their way down your neck slowly, his teeth slowly nibbling and biting at the skin along the way. 

As he reaches your collarbones, he looks up and whispers, "I'm going to take good care of you." His words fill you with a sense of comfort as his lips continue back up your neck, and your body shivers with anticipation as you begin to get lost in the pleasures he is already putting you through.

You softly moan at his words and reach up to unbutton his shirt as his lips continue to taste your bare skin. He chuckles and sits up to shrug off his jacket and shirt, his own fingers fumbling with the buttons, making you smile at his eagerness. 

The hotel phone rings beside you on the nightstand, and you sigh heavily as you lean over and take the phone off the dial to silence it.   

Once his shirt is off and thrown across the room, he leans back over you, and you run your hands over his toned chest as he kisses you. 

Your touch seems to have an instant effect on him, his body tenses, and his breath catches in his throat as he lightly bites your lower lip, making you gasp. His eyes look down at you with a passionate gaze, and your mind begins to cloud with an array of thoughts that make it difficult for you to focus. His body slowly begins to move against yours, his clothed dick grinding on your hip, causing your own breath to catch as his hand reaches for the buttons of your pants. He looks up at you again, his dark eyes meeting yours before his lips slowly descend upon your own once more, leaving you completely breathless and lost in his embrace.

“Fuck”, you groan as his hand slips inside your unbuttoned work pants and cups your aching heat through your underwear. 

He chuckles at your groan and applies pressure, sliding his fingers through your folds covered by your panties as he removes his hand from your pants. “So responsive.” He praises you as he tugs your pants down past your hips. He stands from the bed to take your boots off before completely discarding your pants and tossing them to where he threw his shirt.  

He dips back onto the bed between your now bare legs and stares deeply into your eyes for several seconds before speaking in a breathy whisper. "I want to worship every inch of your perfect body." Your body instinctively responds to his touch as your head tilts back into the pillows with a groan. His lips continue their slow movement up your thighs, and his hands slowly move past your shirt, and you feel your body begin to tremble.

A loud, obnoxious knock slams on the hotel door, and you groan as Javier's head lifts up from between your legs, and he looks over at the door with a frustrated glare. "Ignore it," you groan as the sound of the knocking grows louder. 

He nods before smirking at you from between your legs and licking a wet strip over your underwear, making you gasp his name. He groans into your clothed heat at the sound of his name, and it sends a shiver down your spine from the vibration. 

Your heart races as keys click in the lock the door swings open. You sit up quickly and push yourself away from Javier, just in time to see your coworker barge in and stop in his tracks as he sees the two of you in a compromising position. Javier is still lying between your legs, and his eyes are wide with shock as he quickly realises that someone actually walked in on you both. Your partner looks from you to Javier and back again, and his face is a mixture of confusion and disgust. 

“What the fuck Ash.” You grab a pillow from behind you and throw it at your partner, who catches it and tosses it on the floor.

The tension in the room heightens as everyone stares at each other, the air thick with awkwardness and embarrassment.

“You have…a boyfriend?” Javier questions, breaking the silence, and slowly sits up between your legs with a frown. 

You groan and cover your face as you fall back into the bed. “No, I work with him.” You mumble under your hands that cover you from your embarrassment. 

You feel Javier's body shift on the bed as he pulls your hands away from your face, and you see your partner — Ash — throw your jeans and Javier's shirt at you both. Javier slowly sits himself up on the side of the bed, a smirk on his face.

Ash’s tone is serious, but his expression is awkward. "Get dressed," he orders. "We're needed back at –" he pauses and looks back at Javier, unsure of how much information to disclose in front of him. 

Javier leans in closer to you. His hand slowly slides up your thigh, his lips once more brushing against your ear as he whispers, “You must have really wanted me with how wet you were.”

Your eyes widen at his statement, and you feel your face turn a darker shade of red.  

Oh my god.

Ash sighs, and it's clear that he wants Javier out of the room. "Time for your friend here to leave," he adds, directing his gaze at you once again.

You apologetically look over at Javier, who puts his hands up in defeat. "Alright, alright, I'm going," Javier states, slowly gathering his clothes as he throws them back on his body. As he pulls his shirt over his head, your eyes follow the bare skin underneath as the muscles on his back move. 

His voice takes on a flirty tone as he talks to you while tucking in his shirt

"Don't worry, hermosa, I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other again before you leave," Your heart races as you feel his eyes on you, your face once again turning a deep red.

Ash barks another order for him to leave, and he hurriedly does so.

“You asshole.” You glare at your partner as the door closes after Javier. 

“You can get some later, but right now, we’re needed back at the embassy.” he looks down at you with a chuckle, amused at your embarrassment. 

You shake your head as you pick up the jeans he threw at you and stand from the bed to get dressed. You freeze when you notice that Ash hasn't made a move to leave, and you raise your eyebrow at him. 

Ash breaks out of his trance and quickly apologises. “Right, I’ll be waiting outside. Meet me when you're ready to leave.” He rubs the back of his neck as he takes your hint and leaves you to get dressed. 

What a shit show. 

With a frustrated grumble you take another mouthful of your now lukewarm coffee, trying to keep alert and awake during these early hours of morning. The flickering lights above you only add to your mounting aggravation, along with the dull ache between your legs. It's going to be a long day.

Your head snaps up in surprise as a loud thunk of files hitting your desk jarred you from your tired and bleary state. You barely avoid spilling your coffee with the sudden jolt it caused, and glance sharply in the direction of the sound.

Your eyes narrow sharply at Ash as you sit up, fixing a hard and furious glare on him at the disruption he's causing with his obnoxious behaviour. "What the hell, Ash?" you question him with a frustrated edge to your voice, carefully putting your mug back down on the table to avoid knocking it over.

“Open it.” He demands, leaning his hands on the desk. 

You glance down at the pile of files that Ash has shoved on your desk before you, and feel a frown grow on your face at his demanding tone. He was definitely being more of a bother than usual, which was saying quite something. "What's up your ass? Open what?" you respond tersely, your patience quickly wearing thin.

Ash rolls his eyes to the ceiling and shakes his head before looking back down at you. “What do you think? The files, smartass.” He huffs. 

The corners of your lips curl into an unimpressed sneer at his snide remarks, feeling irritated that he's already testing your patience this early in the morning. "What about them?" you ask defensively, arching an eyebrow and giving him a hard stare back.

Ash takes the file from the top of the pile and places it in front of you and opens it to a random page. You look down with a frown at the completely blank page before he begins flicking through the entire blank file. 

You glance down at the blank pages with a frown and a furrowed brow before Ash begins flipping through another one, feeling a mixture of confusion and irritation as more and more blank pages are revealed. After a few files you look back up at him and open your mouth to ask him what the meaning behind this is when he quickly holds up a finger, turning more pages before looking at you expectantly.

“The damn bags we transported are basically fucking empty” He explains as he gestures to the files. “Not only that but there was other evidence listed that was supposed to be in our bags that aren’t there either.” He stands up from the desk and crosses his arms. 

“Okay, but that’s not our problem. The bags are sealed when we get them and they're sealed when we deliver 'em.” You shrug and push the empty file across the desk, taking a sip from your cup of coffee.

“They're accusing us of tampering with the damn bags." He shakes his head and grimaces as loud voices and footsteps echo down the hallway.

Your eyes widen in shock at his words, and your mouth opens as if to protest, but it's cut short as two men abruptly enter the office you've been stationed in.

You sputter and almost choke on your coffee as Javier unexpectedly walks into the room, dressed in the same outfit you saw him wear during your hotel encounter and is accompanied by a blonde haired man. 

Javier's eyes flash over to you from the noise you suddenly made, and his mouth quirks in a smirk at your reaction. His gaze darts over your body and you instantly sit up straight in your chair, gently placing your coffee cup back down on the desk.

“Oh great.” Ash mutters under his breath as he spots the man he found in your hotel room. 

"So what's this about the evidence being missing?" The blonde-haired man asks, stepping up to the desk and opening a file. The frown settles on his face as he flicks through multiple blank pages, clearly trying to understand the situation.

Javier gives a quick glance over his shoulder, but his gaze ultimately rests on you again. You feel your pulse quicken as you feel warmth rise again in your lower regions, your body and mind responding to his heated gaze as his thumb wipes over his bottom lip.

Your eyes widen as you follow the way his thumb traces over his lips. You force yourself to tear your eyes from him and focus on the other man, trying not to think about how Javier had his head between your thighs for only a moment late last night and how your body is responding to that.  

“Who packed the bags?" The blonde-haired man asks, moving his head back and forth between you and your partner. He's clearly trying to figure out who is at fault here, who is responsible for the mistake of the missing evidence.

You explain that you are merely just the courier and that you are unaware of what is inside the bags. You confirm that the bags don't leave your hands from the moment they are given to you until they are handed off to the next embassy. “Whatever is or isn’t in the bags, is exactly how it was packed. Either someone is fucking with you, or this is exactly what you were meant to get Agent….” Your words trail off as you were unsure how to address him as he was yet to introduce himself. 

He introduces himself as Steve Murphy and gestures behind him and introduces Javier Peña. You chance a glance back at Javier and turn your head over to your partner before your cheeks flush as he’s still looking you over. 

Ash introduces himself as he shakes Steve’s hand and introduces you. You nod in greeting, keeping things cordial and professional even though you can’t stop thinking about Javier’s hands on you. 

“Alright, so show me this bag in question.” Steve asks, and Ash immediately volunteers to take him to the location of the bags in a locked evidence room. 

You start to rise from your seat, but Javier steps over and takes a seat beside you, lightly gripping your arm and pulling you back down. You shoot him a quick glance, clearly surprised and confused by this unexpected and intimate action. You then turn your gaze to the pair walking out of the office.

"So this is where you were dragged off to?" He leans closer to you as he talks, his smirk growing wider and his hand lets go of your arm. The goosebumps continue rushing up and down as your skin is teased and tantalised with each trail down of his fingertips. He gives a soft chuckle at your skin's reaction. 

You look back over at the doorway, making sure you are truly alone. His spare hand takes hold of your jaw, gently guiding you to look back at him. Your body melts as you surrender to his attention once more. “Why don’t we continue where we were so rudely interrupted? Hmm?” He hums as his eyes focus on your lips and your pulse quickens at his offer. 

You try to look away, but Javier’s hand tightens on your jaw. He forces you to look at him, his voice reassuring as he tells you that you are alone. "It's two in the morning, sweetheart. There's no one here but you and me." He leans forward, bringing his lips to yours. You're overwhelmed by the sensation of his touch, and your breath catches as your lips meet. The moment feels like an eternity, but only for a moment, his lips pull away.

Javier flashes his charming, mischievous smile as you try to chase after his lips, a soft whine escaping from your throat as his hand keeps you in place. "I bet you're just as wet as I left you hours ago?" He taunts you, a smug glint in his eyes as he observes the way your eyes slide shut. You confirm this by nodding as you try to rub your thighs together.

"Poor little thing." He teases, leaning in closer and his pupils growing darker as he peers down at you. “Been sitting here dripping into her panties?” You feel his gaze upon you as you try desperately to relieve the intense pressure between your thighs. You gasp as your leg is pulled towards him, his hand gripping your thigh and pulling it closer. You feel the warmth of his hand slowly spreading throughout your body, making it throb with desire and anticipation. “Need some help?” 

This time you fight against Javier’s grip, pulling your face away from him. You glance back over your shoulder, anxious that either Ash or Steve could enter the room and witness you and Javier’s intimate moment. You feel the heat of his body, of his breath, of his touch still lingering on your skin, and the thought of anyone bursting into the room causes a spike in adrenaline and stress.

Javier softly pats your thigh and then stands up from his chair, moving to the door and closing it. The distinct squeak of the lock being engaged is heard inside the room, giving you both the reassurance of privacy. "Better?" Javier asks softly, his voice carrying a hint of gentleness as he stands behind you. He tilts your chin to look up at him, his body close as he towers behind you. 

"Better." You respond truthfully as you lift your gaze and make direct eye contact with him. Your heart starts pounding in your chest, the adrenaline of the situation making it race and speed. His hot breath upon your neck as he bends down causes your body to shiver slightly with excitement, anticipation and desire.

"Good, because I can't stop thinking about how your cunt tastes." Javier whispers against your neck, his mouth softly grazing and exploring your skin. His breath against your neck is like a trail of warm fire, his words filling you with a yearning desire. Your body responds by arching slightly and tilting your neck for more access. 

His warm mouth on your pulse ignites a surge of sensation, sending shivers down your spine and causing you to shudder. You softly moan at both his words and the feeling of his mouth on you.

His mouth leaves your neck and you inhale sharply, missing the warmth of his lips and breath. Javier rounds the chair and stands directly in front of you. You breathe rapidly as you stare up at him, your chest rising and falling with each intake of breath. You feel as if you are on the brink of begging him to touch you again, desperate for that feeling of his mouth upon your neck, your skin quivering under the anticipation of his next move.

He leans forward until he is hovering above you with his hands resting on the chair's armrests, a smirk spreading across his face as he peers down at you. "You really are so responsive." He says with an amused edge, his lips crashing down upon yours with an eagerness that makes you quiver.

Your hands reach out and grasp his jacket as he feasts on your mouth, pressing you into the chair. Your body sinks back into the chair as Javier devours you, as if desperate to consume your entire person. Your breath catches in your throat as the kiss grows more fervent and heated, your fingers gripping his shirt tightly as you surrender to the feeling of passion.

His lips break from yours and return to your neck as you gasp in an attempt to catch your breath. You feel the waves of pleasure swirl inside of your stomach as he slowly moves your shirt to the side, exposing your shoulder as he bites down upon it. You shudder and squirm in your seat, your body quivering as if you are ready to explode from the intensity of the sensation.

"Please Javier,” you whine as he kisses the bite. He lets out a soft moan at your words and rises to look you in the eye. Your eyes are glazed and your mouth is parted, and his lips softly press against yours, teasing and tempting you with gentle caresses.

“Javi.” He corrects you and you quickly correct yourself and whisper his name and beg him once again, this time more softly and with more pleading behind your voice. 

Your stomach flutters as he pulls you up from the chair and turns you, pressing you against the desk. You eagerly climb back onto the desk and spread your legs as he stands between them while he holds your face between his hands. Your body responds instantly as you feel the weight of his frame against you, your hands reaching to try and push his jacket off. He chuckles as he kisses you again, his mouth devouring yours and his tongue probing into your mouth as if searching for more. He shrugs off his jacket for the second time in mere hours and tosses it on the floor.

His hands fumble with your pants buttons as he keeps attacking your mouth with his own. You struggle to keep up with him, feeling your heartbeat pulsating through your whole body as he leaves you gasping with every kiss. He pops the buttons of your pants and yanks, making you lift your hips as he pulls your pants down your thighs.

You pull your mouth from his and lean back on your hands, tipping your head back towards the ceiling to catch your breath. He kneels in front of you and quickly rips off your boots, your pants shortly following as his hands work quickly and furiously. 

Your breath catches in your throat as he forces your legs apart, his eyes hungrily locked on your clothed core. You bite down on your lip as he lets out a breathy moan at the sight of your soaked panties. You feel his breath warm upon your skin, and a sudden flood of arousal rushes through your entire body. "Fuck, they're drenched." He pants, his chest rapid rising and falling from the sight.

"Haven't stopped thinking about you," you confess, and it’s all he needs as he pushes your panties to the side and lets out a slow moan as he licks a long, hot strip up your centre, his moustache tickling your sensitive core. Your back and head hit the desk with a loud thud from the impact, your foot instinctively rising to the desk to lift your hips to meet the caress of his lips.

You let out a long, drawn out moan as the sensation of pleasure radiates through your whole body. Your body quivers and shakes as you feel it shattering through you. Javier's arm wraps around your middle and holds you down harder, pinning you tighter against the desk as his mouth pays your aching clit the same attention he paid you mouth. In other words, he was sucking the life out of you. 

You’d happily let him kill you like this. 

He pulls back too soon and you cry out, trying to reach down and pull him back. You look down and you moan at the sight of the bottom of his face almost dripping with your arousal. Your walls clench around air at the sight as he smirks up at you, his thumb wiping his bottom lip before sucking the juices from his thumb. 

“Of fuck.” You gasp at the sight and he chuckles. 

“As much as I love how vocal you are, you gotta keep it down, wouldn’t want that partner of yours walking in on us again.” His smirk widens at your shock. You hadn’t realised you had been making any noise, too caught up in this feeling of his lips on where you needed him most.  

He tugs on your panties and pulls them down your legs before standing up and leaning over you, his eyes playful as he looks down at you. “But don’t worry, I have a perfect solution for that hermosa,” He hums and you gasp as his thumb parts your lips. You groan at the taste of yourself and you push yourself up to take his thumb in your mouth and he moans at the feeling of you sucking and moaning around his thumb.

He pulls his thumb from your mouth and forces your mouth open as he shoves your panties into your mouth. Your gasp is muted by the wet fabric and he hums at the sound as he pushes himself from you and kneels between your legs again. He pulls your legs closer to the edge of the desk and your back hits the desk again at the movement as he lifts your thighs over his shoulders. 

Your back arches off the desk as two fingers are plunged into your core without warning, your shout muffled by the makeshift gag and his huffs as his other hand presses you back down to the desk again and keeps you there. 

“Don’t make me tie you to this desk,” He warns as curls his fingers and rubs, searching until your legs tense around his shoulders when he finds the spot that makes you want to scream out in pleasure. “I’d bet you’d like that though, dirty girl.” He teases before his mouth attaches to your throbbing clit and sucks and his fingers press down and drag. 

Your eyes roll and your head tosses back and forth on the hardwood, the pleasure too much yet not enough. Your legs pull him closer as the sweet heat swirls rapidly in your stomach, hands flying down to grip into his soft hair, tugging a moan out of him.

“Javi, I- Fuck!” You whine as you clench down on his pumping fingers as he adds a third, stretching you with his thick fingers. Your head slams on the desk as your vision blurs, the pleasure swimming through your body as your limbs start to tense up in anticipation.

Javi’s groan vibrates through your cunt and your eyes roll. “C’mon, be a good girl and cum on my face.” He orders as he lifts his face from you for a brief moment before latching onto you again.  

The pleasure builds and builds and builds. Your legs shake on his shoulders and you’re sure your grip on his hair is too tight but you’re so close, so achingly close. 

Javier’s teeth scrape on your clit and you scream behind your panties as the pleasure snaps. His hand leaves your stomach as your back aches and wave after wave of pleasure washes over you as your walls flutter around his fingers as they pick up speed, drawing out your orgasm for as long as possible.

You slump back onto the table as you come down from the high as his fingers leave you feeling empty as he brings them to his mouth and tastes you, moaning at the taste. “So sweet,” He mutters as his fingers leave a string of spit as he brings them down to run a finger through your folds. You flinch at the touch as he flicks over your overstimulated clit and brings his finger back to his mouth as he removes your limp legs from his shoulders. 

He stands between your legs and rests his hand on your stomach as you breathe deeply from the orgasm he pulled from you. His other hand leaves his mouth as he palms himself over his jeans and he groans as his hand fists your shirt. 

“So pretty cumming on my fingers like that hermosa,” he praises as he looks down at your dripping pussy. “Bet you’d look even prettier cumming on my cock.” He groans as his hand grips onto your waist, kneading the skin there under your shirt. “You’d like that? Yeah? Cumming on my cock?” He asks, his voice needy and wrecked. 

Unable to voice your response, you look up at him and eagerly nod, needing him to fill and stretch you. 

“Fuck–” He groans and he grips his dick through his jeans, his other hand leaving your body to undo his zipper. “Such a good girl.” He praises and it sends shots of pleasure down to your core at his praise. 

He pulls a condom wrapper from his back pocket and rips it open with his teeth, spitting the plastic to the floor before pulling the condom from the packet. He pulls his jeans down enough to pull his cock out and rolls the condom on before he moves to lift both your legs over his chest and over one shoulder, his arm firmly around your legs to keep you still. He spits into his hand and pumps himself a few times, his eyes closing in pleasure. Your eyes widen at his girth and are suddenly thankful he used three fingers to stretch you enough for him. 

You feel the head nudge at your entrance and groan when he pushes in, the sting catching your breath in your throat. His spare hand that isn’t holding your legs to his chest sprays over your stomach as he hisses at the tightness. He pulls out slightly before pushing back in and swears as he keeps pushing until his hips are flush with your ass. 

The stretch is overwhelming, your eyes rolling and body going limp as pleasure swims through your body. 

His hand slides down and presses down on your lower stomach and you gasp behind your gag as he presses down to feel himself deep inside you, the position making you feel tighter and him thicker.  

“Fuckin’ made for me.” He groans as he pulls back and slams back in, the hand pressing down on your stomach making you feel him even more.

He builds an unrelenting pace as he loses himself in you, his eyes focusing between how your pussy grips him and your glazed over eyes as you lose yourself in the feeling of him pounding into you.    

You want to tell him how good he feels, how fucking amazing he’s making you feel but you can’t. Your panties are dripping with your drool, your own spit leaking from the makeshift gag and into your face. 

Instead you reach down and take hold of the hand pushing on your stomach and hold him there and he grunts as his hips stutter. He pulls his hand off you and takes your hand and pushes it on your lower stomach where his was and laces his fingers in yours as he makes you feel him rearranging your guts. Your eyes roll at the feeling and the sudden intensity of pleasure rising throughout you takes you by surprise. 

Fuck, you could cum twice from this. 

“You gonna cum for me again?” He asks, his voice tight as his eyebrows furrow and his lips part, puffing out air with each pump of his cock into you. “Need to feel you cum on my cock.” 

You nod, feeling pricks of tears falling from your eyes from the pleasure rising, not used to cumming twice in a row. 

Javier’s groan is long and drawn out as he takes his hand from yours and wipes a tear from your face. “Fuck- Feel that good?” He asks as he leans over and bends your legs over you. He moves one leg over to the other shoulder and you close your eyes at the change as your legs are folded to your own chest. His hands grip onto the backs of your thighs as your feet dangle over his shoulders, hitting him with each thrust.  

The change of position makes you scream in pleasure under your gag as he hits your g-spot and you would have thrashed under him if his body weight wasn’t pressing you into the table as his hips somehow pounded into you faster. 

“Can feel you getting tighter-” He grits between his teeth as his hips stutter. He slips a hand between your legs and presses tight circles into your clit and you choke on your breath. He tears your panties from your mouth and you gasp before his lips cover yours, muffling your gasps and moans.

You grip onto his shoulders as you start to shake, whining into his mouth as his fingers and dick pull the noises from you. 

One hard thrust pushes you over the edge and his mouth covers yours as you scream his name. His forehead crushes into yours as he swears, his hips moving in quick short thrusts as he chases his own release as your walls tightly flutter around him and he buries his head in your shoulder as his hips make three short thrusts before he stills, cumming into his condom with a deep groan, making your pussy grip onto him tighter. He grinds into you as his cock twitches, filling the condom and you sigh at the feeling, your fingers loosening their grip on his shoulders. 

He lifts himself slightly as he lets your legs down from his shoulders and you groan at the sore feeling as your legs hit the table. His chest rises and falls and he stands, looking down at where you’re still connected and softly runs his thumb over your clit, smiling when you whine. He slowly pulls out and grunts at the feeling.  

“So perfect.” He sighs as his hand trails down your thigh as you look up at him with a soft fucked out smile. He kneads your thigh and your body melts to the touch before his hand retracts and carefully takes his condom off before tying it and tossing it into the trash beside the desk and taking a few tissues from the tissue box beside you. 

He quickly wipes himself and throws the tissue on top of the used condom before he tucks himself back into his jeans and stands back between your legs. He drags the tissue between your folds and you try to push him away as he touches your very overstimulated clit. He chuckles and tosses the tissue into the trash. 

His hand snakes around your neck and pulls you into a soft kiss, making you moan into the sensation. The kiss is lighter and sweeter than before, and you sigh as his tongue dips into your mouth. Your breath catches in your throat as you melt into the kiss, the warmth of his body pressing into yours making your stomach flutter in delight.

He leans back before kissing the corner of your lips and stands up breathless. “Better get you dressed before we have visitors.” He says as he helps you up from the desk. Your legs are shaky as you stand and you blush as he steadies you on your feet. 

He walks over and picks up your pants, underwear and shoes, he hands you your pants as he places your shoes on the floor beside you. You go to take your panties from him but he flashes a mischievous grin and moves them out of your reach. “Don’t think you’ll be wearing these, they’re basically ruined.” He taunts as he tucks them into his jean pocket and you gasp at his action. 

“Javi, give them back.” You laugh in shock as you attempt to reach behind him to retrieve your underwear. 

He grins as he moves out of your reach as he takes hold of your wrists. 

The sound of voices down the hallway stops you and your heart falters. “Better put your pants on,” he teases and you glare at him before quickly tugging your pants on without your underwear and throwing your shoes on in a rush and the voices get louder. 

Javier rounds the table as he picks up his own jacket, shrugging it back on as he sits in the chair behind the desk, lounging with his legs propped up on the table. He grabs the Rubix Cube on the desk and starts fiddling with it as you hastily tie your laces. You feel rushed as you try to get your shoes back on, your hands shaking with the lingering effects of your climax.

“Better unlock the door,” Javier says in a nonchalant tone, his focus on the Rubix Cube puzzle in his hands. Your cheeks are flushed with heat and your body is thrumming with lingering arousal as you make your way to the door, hearing the voices of Ash and Steve becoming louder as draw closer. You hastily unlock the door, your limbs almost shaking with the rush of anxiety as they approach.

"Jerk," you mutter under your breath, clearly annoyed by his sudden behaviour. You walk back over to the chair you were originally sitting in before they left, trying to reclaim your composure.

The pair walks back in, their expressions neutral as they are unaware of the events that just took place behind closed doors. Javier hums softly as he looks up towards them, his hands still occupied with the Rubix Cube in front of him. 

"We have a flight to catch." Ash says flatly as he follows Steve in, his expression neutral as always. You let out a frustrated sigh as you lean forward and rest your head in your hands.

"I haven't slept in two days, Ash." You groan in a tired voice, feeling frustrated and annoyed as you push yourself up from the chair. Ash shrugs nonchalantly in response, his attitude seemingly unchanged from when they first left.

“Can’t you sleep on the plane?” Javier asks, finally looking up from the rubix cube and you shake your head, explaining you can’t leave the Diplomatic bags out of your sight. He hums and places the cube back on the desk and stands up from the chair. 

His eyes glance down at your body and smirks to himself as he places his hands on his hips. “Well, until next time.” He nods in your direction and you fight the blush that threatens to raise to your cheeks under his gaze. 

“Until next time.” You agree and turn to Ash as he gestures it’s time to leave. You say your short goodbye to both Steve and Javier and follow your partner out the door, leaving as Javier’s eyes tail down to your ass as you walk out the door. 

Ash looks over at you as you walk through the empty building, with a knowing look on his face. "In the office, really?" He remarks with a scoff. Your face flushes red in embarrassment, the sound of his voice carrying a sense of sarcasm as he mocks your actions. 

You give him a playful nudge on the shoulder and he stumbles over his feet, losing his balance for a moment before he is able to regain it and catch himself by leaning against the wall. He looks at you with a smirk, the feeling of your playful nudge making him laugh in spite of himself.

"Hope it was worth it, because you've got another day before you can sleep." He teases you as he returns to walking by your side, his tone playful and teasing.

You give off a nonchalant shrug, but inside you are thinking about Javier's groans and the feeling of his hands and mouth on your body. How he made you feel and how he made you crave more as he fucked into you. How he made you want to turn around and run back into his lap and beg for more.  

Yeah, it was worth it. It was definitely worth it.

Notes

Oh my, I have never written actual smut before. Is this even good? I have no idea.

on a real note, I started this back in October last year and dropped it as I started to get sexually harrassed at work and writing anything sexual made me sick, especially one that was about a workplace. Since then, I've gotten better about it and refused to let the situation stop me from doing what I wanted. So today I finally finished this one shot. Might be another part, idk.

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𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 — 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

˖ ࣪⭑ - pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!oc

˖ ࣪⭑ - summary: the first meeting. new neighbourhoods bring back old family friends after many years of being apart. dinner at the Hamiltons somehow manages to make new ideas spark.

˖ ࣪⭑ - warnings for this chapter: none

˖ ࣪⭑ - saint’s team radio: omg it’s literally been ten/eleven days since i released the masterlist and i’m only posting the first chapter rn??? sorry about that baes but pls do enjoy the very first chapter of renaissance!!! mwah! Taglist is down below babies 😚 lemme know if you wanna be tagged 💗

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Turning the sounds of Future down just a little bit as she drove into the street of her parents new home, Nadia closed her car window and eyed the grand houses that she drove past in her 8 year old Honda. Sighing, she parked into her parents driveway, seeing both their cars parked outside and decided to park behind her mother's car and watched as the house gate closed shut.

Stuffing her phone into her hoodie pouch and fixing her blonde and pink ombré hair, knowing very well that her mom will find a way to comment on the new colour, she got out of the car and locked it.

The Buckinghamshire sunset was slowly approaching, the wind not too harsh to even lift a couple of hairs but yet the Friday afternoon was quite chilly. Trees were becoming more and more green the more she looked at them and the birds definitely weren't silent. Hearing the front door open with a bit of a creak to it, Nadia's tired smile grew on her face as she saw her mom replicate the same emotion.

"Nads!" Thembi, her mother, expressed as she watched her daughter walk towards her on the pathway to the front door. Thembi definitely had an off day, wearing an ever so colourful sundress with the charm necklace that Nadia's younger cousin made. She carried something small in her hands as she extended her arms to Nadia.

"Hi mom." Nadia tiredly greeted as she leaned into her mother's arms. "2 weeks since I've seen you, nana. How are you?" Thembi said to her daughter, leading Nadia into the house. "I'm tired, there was an extra class I had to take up after school. And just thinking of the grocery shopping I have to do tomorrow just tires me even more." She sighed, looking around the grand home that her stepdad, James, had built for her mom.

Gosh, just thinking of the love that her mom and stepdad share just makes her want to cry. Moving to the Uk was an extremely difficult challenge that Thembi and Nadia had to endure, not sure how they were going to survive with just the two of them but James had met her mom and made the lifelong promise that they would build their life together and they did exactly that although wanting to care for someone as their own after Nadia. In a few days, Nadia's younger cousin would be moving in with her parents for a scholarship she received back in South Africa.

"But enough about me, does Rea need a lift from the airport?" Nadia asked, beelining towards the soft couch in the living room and immediately relaxing onto what feels like clouds. "Yes, I have a meeting the moment she lands and James has to watch over his project. I also gave her some money so maybe you guys can get some ice cream?" Thembi rushed all her words out, walking all over the place looking for something.

"Mom, why are you rushing? What's going on?" Nadia sat up properly from the couch as she watched her mom move frantically.

"Oh we've got a dinner with our neighbours, surprisingly moved from Stevenage with us. Doubt you remember them."Her mom said, hurriedly putting her earrings on in the large hallway mirror and checking her short afro. With a stunned expression in Nadia's face, she looked down at the outfit she had on then looking up at her mother who was all dolled up. "But ma, don't you think I'm underdressed for a dinner?" She asked, unconsciously holding the pouch of her hoodie.

Looking at her daughter once, Thembi shook her head before turning back to the mirror. "Please, these neighbours are super, what's the word you use? chill. We've been friends with them since your primary days." She smiled at Nadia before heading to the base of the staircase. "James! Finish up! Nads arrived so let's go!" Thembi shouted.

"Wait, how long has this been planned?" Nadia looked at her mom confused to which she just smiled at her innocently. "It just slipped my mind two weeks ago, sorry. Now, let's go wait by the front door to make James feel bad for making us wait." Her mom ordered with Nadia following after her, holding her car keys.

"I'll follow you guys there, I'll go home afterwards because I've got too much work waiting for me back home." Nadia informed her mother as she heard footsteps coming from the hallway. "Nadia! It's been too long. How's everything?" James greeted with a huge grin, side hugging his stepdaughter.

"Who knew high school kids would have so much energy when you mention a free lesson?" Nadia said, tilting her head back at the memory of her day and how it drained her. James just smiled and squeezed her shoulder as Thembi opened the front door, leading them to their cars.

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Turning into the street at least two minutes away from where her mom and stepdad live, Nadia rolled her eyes at the thought that they could've just walked but knowing how her mom thinks, walking at night even in their neighbourhood was never safe.

Following James' suv through the large black gates, a much grander yet modern home came into the view of her window shield leaving her mesmerised, so much so that she even turned down her music to look at the fairy lights lighting up the driveway to the house. Looking forward, she saw a few cars parked outside of the garage onto the gravel seeing a trend of Mercedes in this household.

Finding a decent parking spot next to her parent's car, she climbed out of the car and fixed her hair once again and clicked her gel nails, trying to hype herself up to be present at the dinner. Hearing quite loud greetings behind her, she shut her car door closed and locked it and walked to the enthusiastic group at the neighbours front door. Two children ran outside as well seeming to be chasing each other with their laughter filling the air.

A gasp came from the woman with the white short hair, walking around what seemed to be her husband with her arms out. "My goodness, Nadia! Is that you? Thembi, you didn't say anything about her beauty!" The woman that she had yet to recognise stood at an arms length with her hands clasped as she examined Nadia with a large smile. Nadia was trying her hardest to remember who exactly this woman was but she put that aside and walked forward to briefly hug the woman.

"Hello." She greeted with a smile, feeling herself go back into her bubble as all the attention was directed at her. "Well, welcome to our new home! Stevenage cannot separate us!" The older man said as he turned to welcome Nadia into the house home as everyone followed in. She immediately recognised the man to be Anthony, a good friend of her parents. Everytime she would see him back in Stevenage, he was always very nice yet reserved. She's very sure that she's seen the older woman before but for the life of her cannot remember.

A much younger woman had turned the corner holding a child's hands and Nadia internally sighed in relief as she realised that she wasn't the only young person attending the dinner. "Oh hello!" She happily greeted Thembi and James, hugging them as they exchanged kind words to each other. The younger woman turned to her with a stunned yet animated expression as she smiled at Nadia.

"Hi I'm Nicola, your parents have told me so many things about you." She introduced herself then her hand pointed towards the kids. "These are my kids, Willow and Milo. Come say hi guys." The children immediately running to her with the boy being a little shy but the girl, Willow, hugged Nadia's leg and looked up at her with the largest smile she's ever seen on someone. "I love your hair!" The girl exclaimed happily, examining the blonde wig with pink ends.

"Come on everyone! The pasta will get cold!" You all heard the older woman from before voice out.

"So Nadia! My goodness, you've grown. I would remember seeing you leave for school back in Stevenage." The woman, who's name was Linda, expressed and looked over to Thembi with a smile. "So do tell, how's everything going with you?" Anthony spoke up after taking a sip of his juice.

Putting down her utensils, Nadia looked over the table to see everyone focused on her. "Well uh where do I begin. After high school, I went to Cambridge for Law but eventually switched to Education for personal reasons. Spent quite the time away from home but i would call and visit when i could. I teach at Preston Manor in Wembley, where i live as well and the past few years have been quite uneventful. I do dabble a bit in fashion from time to time." Nadia spoke, watching as the table took in all the information.

"Mum, Sir uncle loves fashion!" The young boy vocalised to his mom. "Speaking of him, let me find out where he is because we know he's always late for everything." Nicola chuckled as she took her phone to make a call.

"Cambridge? Wow! Now that's something to brag about!" Linda smiled at Nadia, giggling over to her mother who looked proud of her daughter.

Not being able to take compliments as easily as others would, Nadia shyly put her down and glanced at her manicured nails, wanting the conversation to shift from her to anything else. Luckily for her, the attention switched to Nicola walking rather quickly to the front door to welcome someone into the house. Wanting to escape the very cheery welcome of the newcomer, Nadia politely asked to go to the bathroom.

"Why the fuck is this house so big?" She whispered to herself as she dried her hands on the hand towel, exiting the guest bathroom to get back into the dining room. Hearing rather heavy footsteps seemingly walking into her direction, Nadia opted to walk faster to avoid a possibly awkward encounter with anyone at the dinner table even though she's already grown fond of Nicola and her kids.

About to turn the corner, a soft yet musky scent wafted through the air, encircling Nadia's space. What entered her vision were brown air jordans, similar to those some of her students constantly spoke of usually with grief that they were expensive. Lifting her head to look at the individual in front of her, they seemed to slow their tracks.

Setting her eyes on the man in front of her, she tried her level best to not take in his facial features all in one moment. Seeing the tattoos that decorated his arm and hands, the woman grew speechless at the amount he had. Granted she had a few of her one but his were well kept and gorgeous. The graphic shirt he had on sat very well on his body, the perfect fit that is 'oversized' and his shorts showed the athletic build he had. She tried to snap out of it and so did he.

Lewis didn't want to say he was completely entranced by the woman in front of him but this was a face you couldn't get out of your head even if you wanted. Firstly he admired the choice of colour of her hair, seeing how it suited Nadia's face so well. Moving down to her face, her nose piercing was shining under the hallway light and the lipgloss had clearly been freshly coated. The outfit was very chill, the hoodie and cargo pants combo seemed extremely comfortable on her, blanketing her in a way. As if one blink could change everything, Nadia had blinked and turned her head, looking away from him.

"Oh sorry, you can go right through." She said with a small smile on her face as she moved out of the way so he could walk past him. "Thanks.. I'm Lewis." He introduced himself and the equally as small smile was as soft as he seemed. "Nadia, nice to meet you." She responded, blinking rather slowly as she was still as sleepy as she was before. "Likewise." Lewis answered, the small crinkle by his eyes showed that he seemed a bit tired as well but he clearly did not want to show.

With that, they both excluded the conversation with one entering the bathroom with the other heading in the direction of the dining table.

Willow had opted to sit next to Nadia as she piqued the young girl's interest, quite the colourful woman with not much to say. Nadia could not ignore how the child already began to adore her, her heart aching at the thought of possibly not seeing her new best friend that she made. Creating relationships with people other than her family was tough but to see herself become comfortable with neighbours she hadn't seen in years was odd. Willow's attention clearly went somewhere else as Nadia was in her thoughts, the man from before taking the child's seat. "Hey, that was my seat!" The young girl pouted at Lewis. "Yeah, that was my homegirl's seat." Nadia jokingly said as well, looking at his amused face.

"Sir uncle, you can sit on the couches." Willow ordered as she had a staring contest with her uncle. "But that's so far?" He had giggled, completely amusing Nadia who was watching the whole interaction. "Exactly." Willow sassed, making Nadia laugh.

A small gasp came from Linda's lips as she and the others had been watching the cute scene in front of them as everyone was getting ready for dessert. "Thembi, would you look at how precious this is." The older woman gushed, eyes focused on Nadia playing with Willow as Milo and now joined the scene, Lewis and Nadia having a conversation (mainly Lewis being curious on the hoodie and earrings).

"Are we sure about what we're going to do?" Anthony looked at Nicola with her nodding her head. "I feel like it's going to work. These rumours have been off the charts these past few weeks." Rightfully as his half-sister, she was worried about her brother. Everything seemed to be hurdled at Lewis, all types of untrue things and his pr team were working hard but had not found a solution or anything to put good attention to the driver. Reaching out to the family, Nicola, Anthony and Nadia's parents had managed to come up with something, unsure of whether it would work or not.

"You guys have been huddled up together for a while now, is everything okay?" Nadia spoke up, suspiciously looking at the group. "We're discussing the true crime shows that I've recommended to them." Thembi lied straight through her teeth, surprised that Nadia bought it. All she did was nod her head and continued playing with Willow, finding Lewis a very interesting person and someone she could definitely be friends with.

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Giddy Up

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Synopsis: Mrs. Seresin always picks up Jake when he returns from deployment. He likes to make sure she can easily find him.

Notes: A To-Do List imagine inspired by this.

Warnings: Suggestive, but mostly fluff

Word count: 0.5k

Airport pick-ups were the worst. The traffic alone was enough for her to consider paying a car service to pick up Jake. The drive was always longer than she wanted, and she always held her breath that his Ram 1500 would fit into the garage. 

However, that first hug made the slog worth it.

Her sneakers squeaked as she traversed the corridors between the parking garage and luggage claim. The butterflies in her chest fluttered. The excitement of Jake coming home never ceased. Although the most worrisome part was over—he was coming home to her—her nerves were still electric.

When they were apart for months, or even weeks, things sometimes changed. A haircut, a new piercing or maybe a new fashion trend. Sometimes Jake came home with shorter hair or bulked up from a protein-rich diet and unfettered gym access.

As she neared the luggage carousels, the crowd thickened. She scanned the sea of people, but no sign of Jake. People streamed around her—most careful to mind their limbs. Vigiliant, she kept searching.

There!

Instead of Jake’s blond coif, she spied his fawn-colored, slightly askew, Stetson. He always made a point to wear it so she could easily spot him. It served its purpose both in the airport and at the docks. 

The masses seemed to part and give her a perfect view of Jake in a black v-neck, broken-in Levi’s and aviators hooked on his shirt collar. 

They made eye contact as they floated toward each other. “Hey, cowboy.” She wrapped her arms around his middle as they met. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pushed his lips to hers. His hat perched perfectly for her to fit underneath. 

“Hey, pretty woman.” He responded after their kiss. Neither of them could stop smiling. Jake pulled her in for another kiss. This time, his tongue dipped into her mouth. 

Her hands dropped lower until they were tucked in the back pockets of his jeans. 

“I can’t wait to get you home.” His lips remained against hers as he spoke. Then his hands traveled south until they were almost on her ass. She fully pressed herself against his front. 

She bit her lip as she looked up at him. Jake definitely didn’t understand how much power he wielded. His deep dimples and eye crinkles made her weak. And, somehow, his dazzling smile hadn’t killed her yet. 

As she studied his features, he freed an arm to pluck his hat off his head and place it on hers. It slipped over her eyes, but Jake quickly adjusted it. 

“Seems like we have plans when we get home, cowboy.” She glanced up at the brim.

He hummed in agreement. As they separated, she ran her hand down his arm until their fingers laced. Hand-in-hand, they strolled toward the parking garage. 

Suddenly, Jake looked at her. She returned the gaze, waiting for him to say something. “Do you still have your saloon girl outfit?”

A smile broke across her face. “It’s in the closet next to your chaps.” 

He bit his lip. The thoughts flooding his mind were best left unsaid in public. “Dress up for the evening?”

She couldn’t help but laugh. “I don’t mind dressing up to go for a ride.”

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[dudadragneel]

Like I promised.

One last fic before 2023 ends for me!

I don’t know why but ever since Hyunjin’s Versace fashion show I can’t stop thinking about how he said he was really nervous and like (you can tell he was). I can imagine accompanying him there and him being so excited but when you guys get there he’s so anxious, taking pictures and talking to everyone. Him telling you he’s starting to feel sick and he doesn’t know if he can stay long but deciding to anyways. Until the moment after his interview & he tugs on your sleeve and asks you to come with him to the bathroom because he feels like he’s going to throw up. You discretely going with him but stopping in the doorway to the bathroom because he can’t hold it in and you have to place your hand under his chin to catch the little that comes out before you make it to the sink, holding his long black hair back and trying to calm him down. Having to call Felix to come pick you guys up early because Hyunjin’s in such a bad state and still feels sick from nerves.

A NOT-SO-FASHION SHOW

Taking part in official events for famous brands were something important for idols and it could later mean an endorsement deal or even becoming ambassador of said brand.

Your boyfriend Hyunjin had been invited to a Versace fashion show, in collaboration with Dua Lipa and you couldn't be more excited.

- OH MY GOD BABY!!! I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!

- Thank you honey! I'm happy as well!

- When is it gonna be?

- May 23rd, in Cannes!

- IN A WEEK!?

- Yes! They said that apart from the staff, I could bring someone with me. Would you do me the honor of accompanying me?

- Really? Are you sure? Wouldn't that cause a stir?

- I don't care. I love you and I want you to be with me

- Well, then. I'm more than happy to.

You said almost crying on the other side of the phone.

- I'll se you in a few days then. I love you.

- I love you too.

You couldn't hide the fact that you were excited for the fashion show, specially after he invited you. You didn't need to worry about your outfit because you trusted him to choose one for you.

The fashion show would take place in Cannes and this time Hyunjin would be going without the boys. Well, one of them, Felix, was coming along, not to the event but some other schedule. Despite that, he took some English lessons with Chan and Felix so he could be interviewed without feeling that nervous. And plus, you knew English pretty well so you could help him if he needed.

Five days passed since you found out he had been invited and he carried on with his schedules while you worked and you met on the way to the airport one day prior to the event. It never really entered your mind why they had to travel so close to the day of the events instead of going a few days before and being able to rest for a while.

Arriving there you unpacked your bags and went for a little sightseeing, lunch and some other fun stuff, which could be kind of rare in these occasions.

It was finally the day of the fashion show. It was sunny outside and the weather looked beautiful. You had breakfast together then went on to get dressed for the event. And that's when Hyunjin actually started to feel nervous, as if he had just now realized what was happening.

- Baby, I'm nervous.

He said grabbing your hands and laughing nervously.

- I know babe. But it's gonna be okay. I'll be right there with you.

You said pulling him for a kiss. You could see he was shaking a little and you wish you could just take away all that nervousness.

He got dressed before you and when he came out wearing that beige set and black purse, he looked ethereal. How could someone look so stunning wearing such a simple yet elegant and fashionable set?

- You look incredible! Oh my god!

- Thank you. Now it's your turn.

He has picked your outfit and hadn't shown you yet, but he knew you like the palm of his hand, being with you for so long, so he picked exactly what you'd love to wear in such occasion.

When you went into the dressing room with some of the female staff and you looked at what he has picked for you, you had tears in your eyes. When you put it on and looked at yourself in the mirror, tears actually rolled down your face. The outfit looked so pretty on you, the staff also smiled fondly at your reaction.

You came out and when Hyunjin saw you, he was at a loss for words. He couldn't describe how beautiful you looked in that outfit. He just kept looking at you, eyes shining like the stars and mouth agape.

- Babe? Do I look strange?

- No! You look absolutely beautiful, love!

He said picking you up, kissing you then putting you down and having you spin around to show the outfit.

- Did you like it? I tried picking something you'd not feel uncomfortable in.

- I love it! It's so beautiful! I haven't felt like this in a while! Thank you my love!

You said hugging him and kissing him.

It was now time to leave for the event. It had been a while since you last actually appeared in an official schedule as his partner, so you were a bit nervous and didn't want to attract attention to you, after all this was his event.

As soon as he got out of the van, a sea of flashes started and you were amazed by that. He turned to the car and extended his hand to you. You took a deep breath and held his hand to get out of the car and you two officially entered the venue of the event.

You could swear there were flashes coming from the sky and you even told him that, making him a laugh a little, to release some stress.

And it all started officially. Everyone wanted to take selfies with him, official photos, pictures with you as well. Adding to that, there were tons of celebrities wanting to chat with him and that was overwhelming him, all the flashes, sounds, people, the fact that he had to communicate in english. And you were helping him with the last part, making his interactions a little less stressful.

After this first round of socialization, the anxiety he was feeling earlier had grown stronger. He felt overwhelmed by his surroundings, he felt suffocated.

You were standing, looking at people and everything when he squeezed your hand, getting your attention as you could feel it shaking.

- What's wrong honey?

You said quietly behind your hand and leaning towards him. He did the same to answer you. After seeing so many scandals with idols, you learn that communicating like that can really keep you away from trouble.

- I'm starting to feel sick...

- Really?

You said a little surprised but holding his hands reassuringly.

- I don't know if I'll manage to stay here long...

- Oh baby... Leaving like this might raise suspicion...come here. Let's go somewhere a little less crowdy and quiet.

You took him away from the crowd which thankfully not everyone noticed, since there were a lot of other known names out there. When you were in a quiet space, you grabbed his hands and tried to calm him down.

- Honey, look at me. Unfortunately, you still have some things to do here. Now, let's breathe together, ok? With me.

You began a breathing exercise with him and he followed along. You brought his hand to your chest so he could feel your heartbeat and see how relaxed you were and then be able to calm himself down.

He exhaled and then looked at you.

- How are you feeling?

- A little better...thanks to you...

- Good. Do you think we can go back there now?

- Yes...

- Hey. It's gonna be alright. I'm right here with you and for you. If you don't feel well just tell me.

- Alright.

You went back to where everyone was and the second round of socialization started. More photos, more chatting. And then Donatella Versace herself came to talk to him. You could tell she had an affection for him, she treated him well, talked with him and then took some pictures. Despite feeling nervous he had a genuine smile on his face, which made you happy.

After that, he had an interview. By now he was feeling overwhelmed again and his stomach was doing flips, he could feel nausea starting to build up inside him. He took a deep breath and started his interview, you watching by his side and stepping in whenever he had any difficulty understanding the question or answering them.

However, as he was being interviewed he felt something revolting inside him. He was feeling out of breath, his heart was racing and his stomach was churning, the nausea from before growing even stronger. At some point during the interview he thought he was done, that he'd end up being sick in front of everyone but he looked at you and managed to recompose himself, even if just to finish the interview.

When it was over, it was as if the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders and he could now let his guard down. You were moving away from where the interview took place and Hyunjin was feeling incredibly unwell. He could feel his breakfast threatening to make an appearance, his stomach was doing flips again and his mouth had this foul taste inside. He tugged on your clothes as you were walking and you immediately halted your movements.

- What's wrong honey?

- Can you come to the restroom with me? I think I'm gonna throw up...

- Really? Let's go.

You wrapped your arms around him and tried leaving without attracting attention to the both of you. Thankfully you had gone to the restroom before so you knew where it was and you wouldn't need to ask and have people wonder what was going on. In this situation, the less attention, the better.

As you were walking, his stomach contracted, making him gag wetly and cover his mouth. It took every ounce of strength in him to control his body not to jerk forward and not to throw up in front of everyone.

But a few steps away from the bathroom, another contraction sent liquid up his throat making him gag once more, he tried to hold it in but it was too late.

You noticed his movement as he jerked forward a bit and managed to place your hand under his mouth just in time to catch that pale brown liquid before it got on his clothes and entered the restroom locking the door behind you.

You guided him to the sink and turned on the tap water to clean your hands and muffle some of the noise.

He grabbed the edges of the sink for support and took a deep breath and then his stomach jumped again, making his mouth fill with saliva and a foul taste.

He bent over to spit some of that saliva out and then straightened his back to take a deep breath again. Just then his stomach contracted, sending hot foul tasting liquid up his throat making him bend over as a thick wave of partially digested food gushed out of him.

For some unknown reason, none of you had brought a hair tie on your purses. So you held his hair back as he ducked his head when another stream made its way out followed by a wet burp bringing up another one.

- Oh baby...it's okay.

You could see he was about to start panicking, after all he was throwing up during a fashion show, and anyone could listen to what was happening inside the bathroom.

- babe--

He tried saying but was cut off by a harsh gag that arched his back, sending up even more foul pale brown liquid and then another burp brought up even more. You noticed his distress, so you used your free hand to rub his back.

- It's okay. You can let everything out. It's just you and me in here. I'm right here with you.

- Than-

He tried answering again, just to trigger his stomach one more time that now sent partially digested food out his nose as well.

- Oh god, baby....

You said as your kept rubbing his back in circles while he proceeded to throw up again, vomit mixing with was already in the sink.

- Babe...I think I'm done....

- Okay. Let's rinse your mouth and sit down. I'll call Felix to come pick us up, okay?

- Hmm...

He just nodded, head looking down while he sat down on the floor.

You decided to call Felix, who had traveled with you for another schedule and happened to be free at the moment.

- Felix? Hi!

- Oh! Hey, y/n! Is everything okay?

- Not exactly...

- What's wrong?

- It's Hyune...he threw up.

- What!? What happened?

- I guess he was anxious. I think the nerves got the best of him. Can you come pick us up? I don't think it's a good idea to stay here.

- Yeah. I'll be there in a few minutes.

- Oh! Felix, one more things. Can you tell the staff whats happening? We kind of left in a hurry to the bathroom and I think they lost sight of us and I don't have their phone numbers.

- Sure.

After you hung up, you turned your attention back to Hyunjin who still had his head down.

He just kept his eyes closed, focusing on breathing and trying to ignore the uneasy feeling that still lingered in his stomach. It just kept gurgling and he could feel everything sloshing around, to add to that, his heart was beating fast because he was too anxious about the situation.

You kneeled down in front of him and grabbed his shaking hands and squeezed them, a reassuring touch bringing him back to reality.

- Hyune? I'm right here, okay? Don't be nervous. You're with me, you can relax. You'll be okay. We'll leave in a few minutes.

- Thank you....I'm sorry...

- Don't be sorry. I already told you, a millions times, it's not your fault. Being anxious it's not a crime.

- I know...

He felt his stomach revolt again, a burning sensation up his chest, saliva pooling inside his mouth and a foul test at the back of his throat.

- I wanna throw up again-

You helped him up and brought him inside one of the stalls. He bent over, hands on each side of the edges of the toilet, his mouth opened with him spitting out thick saliva as unproductive gags kept coming.

You held his hair and rubbed his stomach and felt it gurgle under your touch.

- Oh baby...

A harsh gag made him jerk forward as a thick stream of vomit gushed out hitting the edges of the toilet and just barely missing both of your outfits before splashing on the water with a sickening sound. He barely had time to catch his breath as a wet burp brought up more partially digested food.

You kept rubbing his stomach up and down while he threw up one more time and after that he was left dry heaving and spitting out saliva.

- Baby, I think you're done. Take a deep breath.

- Can I hug you?

He asked, voice raspy from the strain and sounding defeated and exhausted.

You pulled him into a hug and placed his head on your shoulders and you could swear his temperature was a little high.

- I'm tired...I wanna go...

- we'll be at the hotel soon, baby. Then you can sleep all you want.

You helped him rinse his mouth and gave him some water so he could relieve some of the pain in his throat.

And just in time, the staff arrived, knocking on the restroom door.

- Y/n? Hyunjin? Are you guys in there?

- Yes.

- Felix told us what happened. He's outside waiting for you in the car.

- Is it okay for us to leave? Hyunjin's not in a good state right now, I'd rather not draw any attention.

- Yes, it is. We formed a barricade, no one will see you or take pictures.

- Okay. Well get out then.

You put Hyunjin's arm over your shoulder and wrapped your arm around his waist to help him walk, after being anxious and throwing up he was feeling weak.

Just as the staff had ensured you, there was a barricade waiting for you outside. They quickly helped Hyunjin and you get out of the place without being much noticed.

They helped Hyunjin into the car and you sat beside him and placed his head on your shoulder, as you reclined both of your seats.

Felix who was sitting in front greeted you with a concerned look on his face.

- Y/n, what happened?

- I'm not sure Lix. He said he was nervous earlier, even before we left the hotel. When we got at the venue, it felt like the entire world has its attention on us, or rather, him. There was a lot of talking, pictures. He told me he was feeling overwhelmed but it wasn't until the interview that he felt sick.

- But how did he do it?

- Despite feeling nervous, he did well. I'm proud of him.

- And how's he doing?

- He threw up a couple of times so I hope that now he can only rest.

You said turning to him and seeing he was fast asleep.

He still felt awful from the nerves but at least he was out of the crowd and could try to relax at the hotel. He still got sick a few times after you went back and the only thing he wanted was to go home. But everytime he thought about that, he remembered that he had to get into a plane and it would take a few hours to get back in Korea and that made him sick, so it became a vicious cicle.

[drunk-on-dk]

Hi bby!! Congrats on 800!! 💕🫶🏼🎉🥳🎊🍾 I’ve been thinking about a strangers to lovers scenario with our seokmin, something along the lines of he sits next to you in business class, catches you reading erotica on the plane and makes an offhand comment. But him catching you being naughty has you so turned on before you know it he’s fucking you in the bathroom 😳😵‍💫 I wanna know your thots!!! 🤭

hi hi hi, thank you SO much, love <3 and ARE YOU KIDDING MEEEEEEEEEE, this HAD ME SCREAMING AND MY MIND RACING... i had some thots and maybe got carried away but i hope you enjoy thank you for sharing this w me 😈

✦pairing/genre warnings: stranger!seokmin x fem!reader, smut (minors DNI), content warnings under the cut

✦wc: ~1.5k whoops

✦content warnings: fem reader! but no specific pronouns, some degradation & humiliation? (seokmin calls yn a slut and whore), public sex lol we're in an airport, UNPROTECTED SEX (this is the worst pls make sure to wear protection, especially with strangers bffr), Seokmin isn't so smiley and cute and him and yn are kinda wildin out together

If someone had told Seokmin he’d be balls deep in a stranger that he’d only met on his flight a few hours ago, he would have profusely shaken his head in disbelief and considered them crazy. Seokmin wasn’t that kind of guy, never bold enough to pursue someone and seal the deal that quickly.

However, it was incredibly difficult to not be bold in this case scenario, unable to bite his tongue when he noticed how restless you were just a seat over from him, not even the miraculously empty seat between you two being enough of a distance to hide that you were so shamelessly reading porn in public.

Seokmin watched you from the corner of his eye, hyper-aware of the very attractive stranger in his age bracket seated near him (was that so wrong of him? Of course not, we all aren’t free of the curse that is being inevitably attracted to the person in the airport that is assumedly around the same age as you. He was just lucky to have the seat next to you on the same flight).

Originally, Seokmin was concerned when he noticed you shifting so much in your seat, hoping he didn’t make you uncomfortable from all his sly glances, only to realize you were rubbing your thighs tightly against each other. He started to overanalyze, until he peeked at what you were reading, somehow catching a shockingly explicit chain of words on the page you’ve been on for the last minute.

Maybe you thought you could get away with it, at a seat located in the far back of the plane, and having space between you two, but you were doing a poor job at hiding how clearly aroused you’d become. Admittedly, you didn’t anticipate reading something erotic on the plane, but when the novel you’ve been reading suddenly took a spicy turn, you couldn’t stop yourself from continuing.

Typically, Seokmin would have ignored this, and maybe would have pocketed this memory in the spank bank for when he’d inevitably pleasure himself later. However, Seokmin could practically smell you, a sweet scent wafting in the air around him as you so subtly rocked and shifted in your seat and making his head spin when thinking about how uncomfortably wet you probably were.

Unfortunately for him, he found himself getting turned on, cock stiffening ever so slightly and not settling as you continued to read next to him. He tried to remain calm, but he couldn’t even when the flight had landed. Curiosity got the best of him, peering over to notice the blush that colored your cheeks, tucking away your boxy headphones and book into your bag as you reconnected with reality, looking so innocent in your cute, oversized airport outfit that almost swallowed you whole, even though Seokmin knows exactly what you were up to for the last half hour.

You seemed clearly flustered, Seokmin noted, and he didn’t even realize the words that slipped out of his mouth as he made a slight comment to you, watching as you attempted to pull your carry-on down from the overhead compartment.

“Do you need help with that?” Seokmin questioned you quietly, yet loud enough for you to hear, turning around to look at him with saucer-like eyes as you were still slightly embarrassed by how worked up you had become, hoping that he hadn’t noticed after being sat next to you the whole flight.

“Oh no, I’m okay,” you say, managing to pull the heavy luggage down and slightly stumbling back into him.

Seokmin used this moment to his advantage, gently steadying you as he leaned closer to your ear, “not with that, but with the problem that you’ve had most of this flight?”

This is how you had found yourself locked up with him, a handsome stranger that you’ve just met, in a personal bathroom outside of the gate that your plane had docked at. Large hand wrapped around your mouth as he fucks you on the sink countertop.

“So fucking shameless,” he pants, his massive length pumping in and out of you as you moan into his hand.  “Such a little slut, reading that shit on the plane next to all these strangers, and then being this loud in public. It’s like you want people to know you’re a little whore?”

You’re nodding into his hand, hips chasing his as you become entranced by watching where you two are connected, your arousal leaving a humiliating white ring around his cock from how soaked you had become during the flight. Seokmin follows your gaze, a choked gasp of pleasure escaping his lips as you clamp down tighter on his length the more you stare down and watch.

Something carnal in him takes over as he removes his hand from your mouth, grasping harshly at your ass to lift you off the counter, and allowing you to wrap your limbs around him before picking up the pace to thrust harder, deeper, and faster inside of you.

“Do you usually cream around a stranger’s cock like this?” Seokmin’s breath is hot against the shell of your ear, head falling back as he mercilessly bullies his cock inside of you, his pelvic bone rubbing against your clit and providing you with the extra friction that you need.

“No, not usually,” you’re gasping out, attempting to remain quiet as you whimper each time he pounds into you, a squelching sound coming from between you two from how messy your cunt is. You let out a slightly louder moan, walls squeezing around his length and making him capture your lips with his, teeth biting harshly at your bottom lip as a warning.

“Fuck, you’re so hot, but you need to be quiet,” he’s getting close, even with this being the only time you’ve ever met this man, you can tell by the strain in his voice and the way his hips sloppily rock into you that he is close to reaching his own high.  

Seokmin can feel your slick dripping down his thighs at this point, trying to pinpoint what exactly has you so aroused as you come undone in his arms, and trying to learn about you as much as possible during this quick exchange. He can tell you’re slightly mortified, that same blush from earlier never dissipating, and trying to hold back your sounds as he pleasures you.

“You’ve never done this before have you?” You’re shaking your head no in response, fingers clawing at his neck as your head continues to loll back when he hits a spot impossibly deep inside of you. He’s groaning himself, shocked by how your hot, tight pussy molds around his cock so perfectly and how easy it is to make you react. He continues to ask you questions with each thrust, the tip of his length dragging delightfully against your walls only to get sucked back in. “Never fucked someone random in public? Never been this naughty? Never taken dick like a good little plaything?”

You’re crying out, pathetically breathing out no, no, no, the wind getting knocked out of your chest each time he bottoms out inside of you. You admit it to him, trusting this man you’ve known briefly with your own dirty secrets, “so filthy, I love it.”

“Fuck yeah you do,” he’s eating all of your noises at this point, taking in every moan and cry that bubbles from your chest as he continues to bounce you on his cock. He can feel you clenching around him, Seokmin can almost feel the pulse of your swollen clit as he finally encourages you to come undone, “come around me, baby, like the dirty little slut you so badly want to be.”

With that, you’re squeezing and clenching around him, encouraging him to cum inside of you as you shake from your own orgasm. It’s so much more intense than anything you’ve ever experienced, throbbing, and pulsing around his length. You let him overstimulate you as he sloppily thrusts into you, only becoming messier from the way your slick and cum drip from your spent hole.

When he finishes himself, you’re sure to milk him for all he’s worth, allowing him to fill you up as he groans into your hair and neck. Seokmin could almost become addicted to the way your walls flutter around him, fearing that he’ll never cum this hard ever again nor ever have the opportunity for an experience like this.

You can’t help but mutter a thank you as he helps clean you up, part of you is still embarrassed, but the relief and thrill of it all outweigh any regret. Especially when you notice how bright his smile is when he prepares to part ways, feeling grateful that he did seem like a good person, something that will be burned into your brain along with what just occurred. Seokmin respectfully sends you on your way with a tender kiss on the forehead, of course not without slipping you his number (with a reminder of his name jotted down) before bidding you goodbye and wishing you safe travels for wherever you were originally headed.

[coffee-colored-hopeless-romantic]

Your octane story is cute! Could you possibly do a short story for Elliot? With maybe a non legend? 🥹

Thank you!! Of course! 🥰

Mirage/Elliott x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none! This is mostly fluff with a suggested smut. 💕

You were going to photography school, it was the one thing you could see yourself doing for a long time without getting tired of it. Finally the end of the semester was nearing and your final was to go to a red carpet event for the Apex Legends. Get some good shots, which would prove difficult due to the sheer amount of paparazzi present. But you managed to not only get awesome pictures of the Legend Mirage but you got to interview him!

That’s how you two met. Now, somehow he was your boyfriend. Dating Elliott Witt was a dream, he would dedicate some wins to you and would always somehow bring up “my girlfriend y/n” into almost every interview. Nobody knew your face and you preferred it that way, you didn’t want that publicly.

It had been months since you lay saw him in person. The only interactions you got were calls, texts and FaceTime. Which were great but you missed his hugs, his cooking, his kisses, and the snuggles. You and Elliott hadn’t gotten intimate yet due to his boundaries. He was uncomfortable with the idea of having sex when you hadn’t been together that long, his heart couldn’t take giving someone that side of him if they were only going to break up. But you’ve been dating for 6 months now. Sure you haven’t been physically together most of that time but he’s visited you a handful of times.

Gosh you missed him, you decided to see when the next event was and maybe surprise him there. You found the dates and immediately booked a spot to be right next to the carpet. Getting excited you packed the moment it was final and headed out for the airport when it was time. You kept texting Elliott as if nothing had changed, saying you were doing projects and that you were gonna be a little busier than usual so replies might be slower. He didn’t mind of course, sending encouraging words and gifs, mostly of himself. You laughed and couldn’t wait to finally be in his arms again.

You landed and made it to your hotel, plopping onto the bed in your room. The event was tomorrow! You had to get on something he liked. White button up shirt with a little vest on to show your shape and his favorite jeans that you owned. It hugged your body and showed all his favorite bits. That was the perfect outfit. You could hardly sleep that night you were that excited, but you slept and woke up bright any early to shower and get ready. Everything was perfect, your hair and makeup were on and you made sure to use a lip stain so you didn’t leave little marks on his face, not that he would care. He’d wear them with pride.

You got a ride to the event, camera in hand to blend in and snag some pictures of the other legends on the carpet while you waited. Soon enough they began walking one by one down the way and you finally saw your man. Mirage himself. He was walking with a clone of himself and they were ‘complimenting’ each other before ‘noticing’ the paparazzi. “Oh! Hey! We didn’t see you there. How’s it goin’!” His clone vanished and he began to smile and pose for the camera. His iconic finger guns and winks. He was so handsome in his legends outfit.

“Mr. Witt! Can I get a shot over here?” You call out.

“Well that’s a fancy way to get my attenti-“ he turns to look at you and the moment you locked eyes his expression went from his usual expression for the camera to a wide eyed smile. “W-WHOA! It’s you! You’re here! Like actually here! Unless you pulled a me, but wait.. you can’t do that. Y/N!!” He rushed over to you and lifted you over the rope barrier and hugged you. The embrace was so warm and his musk was stained on the uniform he wore. You nuzzled into him trying to soak it up. He pulled back and kept his arm around you. “This is my girlfriend!!” He shouted proudly. You felt a blush creep onto your face and you looked up at him. “Isn’t she just amazing!!” He laughed and looked at you, not caring about the cameras for a moment and kissed you right there. You almost rested up when you felt his lips on yours. You were home. “Gosh I missed you..” you whispered and he smiled and pulled your hands up, kissing your knuckles. “I missed you a whole much.” Elliott was known for stumbling over his words but right now he was calm and he knew what he wanted to say to you.

Once the event was done and over with you reconnected and he introduced you to everyone. You were happily greeted by most of them, a lot of em teasing Elliott for landing someone so pretty and all he could do was agree with them. He took you back to your hotel and you guys ordered in, watched a movie and cuddled the whole time. You at one point started to kiss on him which of course turned into a makeout session on the bed. Straddling him as his hands rested on your hips. You could feel him get excited but you didn’t do anything about it, not wait to push his boundary.

He pulled back, catching his breathe and red on his cheeks. “C-could we. Uhm.. Yaknow. Do the thing..? O-only if you want!” There’s his stumbling. “Baby, are you sure?” You ask, making sure he was positive. “Yes! I’m so sure, very sure, extremely s-sure! I just I missed you a lot and I really want to be.. uh… closer?” Poor guy was a mess. You kiss him deeply and began to take off your clothes.

The rest of the night was filled with love and closeness between you two. Finally together again.

[magicalqueennightmare]

Sins & Amends Chapter 2

(Gif by @banditthewriter)

Billy Russo x Female Reader (60 part story)

This follows pre- the punisher into the storyline of daredevil, punisher season 1 and beyond

This is NOT Canon Billy. This is decent human being Billy left with bad options over worse decisions

This was also posted to A03 under: WaywardGaPeach. That account and this one is the only place you'll see me post this. If you see it on any other platform/account know it's not me.

Chapter Summary: You meet the infamous Billy Russo

Frank introduced you to Curtis not long after him and Maria got married. He not only figured the two of you would hit it off good but considering you were a paramedic and Curtis a navy corpsman he figured the two of you had that as a starting point for a friendship.

Curtis had the best heart out of anyone you'd ever met. He was constantly on the look out for how he could help others and just all around a really good guy. It didn't take long before he'd fallen into the same category as Frank but while Frank was the overly protective bear of a brother figure Curt was the calmer head's prosper version. You'd found a new family to fall into a routine with. The Castles, Curt and your partner and friends at the station house helped you to really gain your footing in the life you wanted.

The day you met Billy you weren't sure what to expect . You'd talked to Frank and Curt both enough while they were deployed to know of him. He was pretty much like you, a stray that Frank had found and decided to keep just as Maria had decided to keep you. You'd seen a few photos of him alongside Frank and Curt and honestly? He was gorgeous in your opinion. He was around Frank's height with thick brown hair, eyes that looked nearly black they were so dark in color and a smile that even in a photo could grab your attention.

Apparently from Maria's description though while she did say he was a good guy and a sweetheart she didn't smooth over the fact that he was a player "The fellas call him Billy the beaut. Just as a forewarning if he tries turning the charm on please don't fall for it. He really does fit into this family well and I'd hate to have to cut his balls off." you hadn't even tried to hold back the laughter that the mental image of Maria's five foot four self assaulting a decorated marine had caused. "Yes ma'am" you agreed as you took in behind Lisa trying to catch her so you could change her into the outfit Maria had chosen for the airport trip to meet Frank.

You had the day off and had originally showed up to the Castle household wearing shorts and a short sleeve blouse but when Frank Jr had decided he didn't like his lunch and that it looked better on your shirt than in his stomach Maria had dug one of Frank's old marine shirts from bootcamp out and handed it to you "He won't mind and besides Frank Jr did pretty much cover your other shirt"

On your way out of her bathroom from changing you spotted one of Frank's ballcaps on top the dresser so you grabbed it and pulled your ponytail through the hole figuring why not? At least it lowered the chances of Lisa finding your hair to play with while you waited in the crowd that always accompanied the homecomings.

"Aunt Y/N do you have any food?" Lisa asked swinging from your arm with a giggle as you scanned the crowd looking for Frank. "No sweetie I'm sorry but as soon as we get your daddy we'll get you some lunch ok?" "Ok" she agreed with a grin that highlighted her missing front tooth that had come out a week before.

"Do you see them yet?" Maria asked and you were about to shake your head when you spotted Frank working his way through the crowd "I see Frank!" you said and waved your arm so he would see you. He locked eyes with you and smiled then leaned back in the crowd and you could tell he was talking to someone and that was when you spotted Billy at his side "and he's got Russo with him" you added earning a cheeky grin from Maria at the use of Billy's last name.

Frank made it to your small group first and pulled Maria into a kiss then hugged Lisa and Frank Jr close to his chest. After he let them go he grinned at you "C'mon kid you're getting a hug too" you let him pull you into his arms and laughed against his chest when he said "By the way are you wearing my shirt and my hat?" You pulled back with a guilty expression and tilted your head towards Maria "Boss lady said I could"

"Smart woman to listen to her" you heard someone say and turned to see Billy's eyes were glued to you. "Well the infamous Billy Russo. It's nice to finally meet you" you offered your hand with a smile. A glint of a mixture of amusement and maybe a little bit of cockyness flashed through his eyes before a smirk slowly worked its way onto his face and he shook your hand "And you must be Y/N. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. I've heard a lot about you from Frankie" you could tell he was turning on the charm and had you not been warned? Oh hell yes it would've worked but instead you simply replied "I've heard a lot about you too. Now let's see what out of that is true or not"

You missed the look he gave Frank when you turned around to pick Lisa up which was clearly "Where did you find her?" Billy had his fair share of women but none that ever really peaked his interest until you. There was something about you that had him watching your every move or until Maria arched an eyebrow at him and Frank's earlier warning of "Bill Y/N is a pretty girl but she's like a sister to Maria and has been there for her and the kids more than I have meaning she's family and that Maria will cut your balls off should you even attempt your usual methods"

He raised his hands defensively and hoisted his bag on his shoulder to walk out the airport with all of you. You glanced back and smiled at him "So Billy I hear you're uncle as much as I'm aunt?" He nodded "Yea why?" and laughed when you held Lisa out to him "Carry her to the car for Maria. I'm grabbing a cab to go on a food run and will meet all of you at the house" "Yes ma'am" he smirked and gave you a salute so in return you rolled your eyes but didn't try to fight the smile that had worked it's way onto your face "At ease lieutenant"

You winked at Maria and said "I am going after Frankie's favorite and am getting my niece some lunch, anything else needed?" "Beer" Frank offered and you tilted your head towards him "Of course" then walked the opposite way of them to hail a cab while they headed for the parking lot.

[harlowarchives]

jack: you should do one where they haven’t seen each other for ages because he was on your or she lives in a different state and they spend the whole day smutting 🙈

❝ side 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄!

hello my babies! how do we feel about my new theme? im trying it out if i don't love it i'll switch back so please enjoy this story my 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐬 anon requested i love you 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒! 7̲ ⁺ ☽ ᵎ

↳ listen to side piece ( 2nd half ) by jack harlow, so anxious by ginuwine & in the morning by j cole.

𝐁𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄. this is smut, public sex included as well as a few other kinks. you have been warned!

jack!reader!smut!

You sat in an empty airport your heart pounding in your chest, and your anxiety was starting to build. You fidgeted with the keychain on your suitcase, you let out fast shallow breaths tapping your foot against the marbled floors of the terminal. Your face instantly lit up seeing a Life 360 notification from Jack, you were so excited to see him but also incredibly nervous he's made you feel that way since the day the two of you had met. ‘I see you’ Jack texted as you frantically looked around seeing a tall curly headed man across the room it didn't register for a second so you turned around then a smile spread across your face you ran towards him sinking into his arms as he lifted you your legs harnessed around his waist “Babe!” you squealed placing kisses all over his face & neck “I missed you so much, boo.” You smiled as he palmed your ass grinning “I missed you more Y/N, you look so beautiful right now.”

You knew exactly what he was getting at, you could hear your heart in your chest. Your ears were slightly hot, he sat down so you were now on his lap “I'm so ready to lay in the bed oh my god!” You said exhaling, “Don’t think you're getting any rest looking like this, Y/N.” You groaned while he trailed kisses down your neckline “I'm serious, baby I'm fucking you senseless as soon as we get in the crib, I don't even think I can wait that long.” Jack wasn't even joking but you knew that, “I'm not stopping you, J.” You looked at him unzipping “I've been thinking about you & that dick since I left, I have no panties on no bra hardly anything, fuck me.” You felt his bulge harden in his sweats, one thing about the two of you was that you both had insane sex drives that's why your relationship had never lost its spark the two of you knew how to keep your relationship exciting, fucking in the airport was perfect for both of you. Jack’s hand slipped under your sweatshirt massaging both of your breasts neither one short of attention, he rolled up your sweatshirt & began sucking your breasts. You moaned your breathing heavy, his tongue swirled around your areola.

Jack now had lowered his pants & yours, his member was inside you. You bounced on his dick over & over on the brink of an orgasm. After about 30 minutes the two of you were ready to cum “Whew shit, Y/N you gon let me put these babies in you?” Jack whispered pulling your ear toward his lips, you nodded eagerly then you felt him release inside you. He knew you weren't on birth control & he wasn't wearing protection either so you had just committed to something in the heat of the moment, you got up then on your knees.

» 𝟎𝟎𝟏. later!

After you & Jack’s airport ménage, you were sitting in the passenger of his Mercedes blasting music. You wore matching neutral outfits, Jack wore a light brown casual pants suit & you wore a brown above-the-knee dress Jack had chosen. You were going out to dinner tonight as he had promised, you'd arrived at the restaurant. Jack walked around to the passenger seat to help you out as pedestrians watched in awe, he led you into the restaurants where you were directed to a secluded seating area. For hours you & Jack talked about everything how you wanted your futures to look & the most important thing of all living situations “Y/N I don't wanna do this anymore.” Jack blurted confusion plastered your face “No! Baby, this long-distance shit I mean.” He laughed rubbing your thigh “I want you to move in with me, I can't stand not waking up to that face every morning & that ass cooking at my stove. Showering with you, movie nights. Being 24 hours away isn't right.” Jack emitted.

A smile spread across your face, you placed your hand under the table and pulled your underwear over your thighs down to your feet you placed them on Jack’s lap watching him look down & turn completely red. “Check, please!” He called out smiling at you.

Now you two were in the elevator of his penthouse, his fingers thrust inside you as you run sloppy lipstick kisses down his neck. The elevator door opened he brought you upstairs to his bedroom to his king-size bed where he laid you out pulling off your heels & gown, and pulling his shirt over his head along with his pants. Jack came up to you on the bed & pulled your legs toward his length fucking you in missionary because he loved to see your face while he destroyed your insides, your hands were glued to the bedpost as he thrust inside you. You wailed feeling his dick dig inside of you, you honestly couldn't remember how you slept alone or didn't wake up to his handsome ass face, going without this dick for months didn't make sense.

Seven hours later you & Jack were knocked out cold after multiple rounds and orgasms. You felt the bed shift signaling that Jack was awake, “Did I wake you up? I know your a light sleeper I'm sorry baby.” He whispered, “Wasn't you boo, I'm hungry.” Your stomach growling you stood up walking towards the kitchen as he followed behind you. You pulled down a box of cinnamon toast crunch pouring it into your bowl then his. “Are you coming with me to the studio?” he smiled “Obviously, does everyone know I'm here?” You questioned, “Nope, it's a surprise.” He smiled. “I'm glad you're here though, I couldn't work without my muse.” He grinned “Oh? Well, trust I have more inspiration to give.” You teased as he furrowed his brows putting his spoon in his mouth “We’ll see.” Jack set his bowl down then lifted you & set your body on the counter. You gasped as you felt him pry your legs open “Jack-” you muttered feeling his head between your thighs, he placed his tongue between your lips, swirling his tongue around your sensitive clitoris. You placed your hand on his head gently tugging at his curls and running your hands through his hair, he pulled your legs off the counter and closed the bedroom door behind him.

𝐒𝐎 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢 𝐝𝐨? lmk.

🏷️ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ⁱ : @lexxlovesjack @iknowdatsrightbih @iheartharlow @livsters @honeyharlows @killatravtramp @jackmanduh @itsyagirljaz

[suvidrache]

Damn, This Flight Is Boring

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 514 / Read it on AO3 / Wattpad | Event List

Erron Black was a mercenary for hire, he had no problem traveling to places to hunt down the people. He didn't have a problem taking care of business. It pays well and does whatever it takes to make money.

He didn't pack much with him, it wouldn't be necessary, and he'd be on a flight home after the problem was dealt with.

He boarded the plane and sat down next to you.

You were on the inside facing the window, but turned to see the person who had decided to sit next to you.

An empty seat sat in between you.

He didn't like small talk and didn't like initiating conversations unless necessary.

He was wearing his typical southern-looking outfit, a cowboy hat, and a bandana around his neck.

He looked at you before pulling out his phone, trying to find something to cure his boredom.

You didn't want to bother him, but you couldn't help but ask, "What do you do for a living?"

He raised an eyebrow, but lowered it, raised his head, and looked at you.

"Mercenary for hire." His voice sounded almost as if he were from the south.

"That's cool. Where are you from?"

"Texas."

"I'm Y/N."

"Erron Black." He said as he attempted to reach his hand out for a handshake.

You shook his hand and turned your attention back to the window. Looking at all the buildings passing by.

Erron's attention turned back to his phone.

When a few hours had passed by, Erron removed his hat and sat it on his knee. His head tilted back, and he closed his eyes.

You and Erron slowly got to know each other better through the time you spent together.

He wasn't much of a talker and you paused for many minutes or hours before continuing. You didn't want to seem like you were bothering him.

You leaned your head on your hand and continued to gaze out the window.

It was a strange and cool sight to see. The day you had left long ago was now night, and the city glowed from the lights of buildings, streets, and cars.

"Damn, this flight is boring."

"We could kiss." You mumbled, not wanting him to hear you.

His eyes remained closed, but he raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Didn't know you liked me like that… If you want it, come and get it."

You looked over. Erron had yet to move.

You moved closer to him, closed your eyes, and kissed him. His lips met yours and you pulled away and sat down.

The plane landed and Erron stood up, grabbed his things, and headed out.

You stood up to follow him but looked down at his tray.

He had left a small business card with his name and number on it.

You picked it up and smiled as you put it in your pocket and grabbed your things.

Heading out to your next destination.

You stepped into the airport and Erron was nowhere to be seen. He had vanished like a ghost or a man on a mission.

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