Elizabeth Murphy

Hiya! Welcome to my world, hope you have a lovely time reading <3

[elizamurphysworld]

MASTERLIST

🎀 Jonathan Crane 🎀

Oneshot - Both

Oneshot - His Most Prized Possession

Oneshot - His Only Fear

🎀 Cillian Murphy 🎀

Oneshot - Scream For Me

🎀 Emmett 🎀

Oneshot - Too Loud, Too Loud (Special)

🎀 Lenny Miller 🎀

A Night You’ll Never Forget - One, Two, Three, Four, Five

🎀 Thomas Shelby 🎀

Off-Limits - One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty

Oneshot - Impatience

Oneshot - Pretending

🎀 Raymond Leon 🎀

Oneshot - Stealing Time

🎀 Jim 🎀

Irresistible - One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten

🎀 Robert Oppenheimer 🎀

A Terrible Mistake - One, Two, Three

🎀 Jackson Rippner 🎀

Oneshot - Starving

🎀 Davin McDerby 🎀

Hot Neighbour - One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten

[elizamurphysworld]

HOT NEIGHBOUR

(Davin McDerby x Fem Reader) 18+

Part Ten - Reunion

Word count: 1371

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, Pregnancy, Assault

A/N: This is the final chapter! It felt like a proper ending to the story, even though there’s a lot left unsaid. But that’ll be for you to imagine, and make the ending you like :)

An entire month had passed since the day Davin abandoned Y/N in Long Island. He currently lived in a small house in Cork with some friends, yet the guilt continued to torment him daily.

Seated on the floor of his small, cluttered living room in Cork, he leaned his head against the wall, staring blankly ahead. The guilt was consuming him. He hadn’t spoken to her since that night, and it was killing him.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by a series of knocks on the front door, which he assumed were from one of his friends.

However, upon opening the door, he was met with a sharp slap across his face. From Y/N. She didn’t even let him recover as she spoke in a raised tone, “You’re a fucking asshole, you know that? You should be ashamed, you dick!”

The sting of her slap lingered on his cheek. He was momentarily taken aback, struggling to process that she was actually standing before him.

Tears welled in her eyes as she searched his expression, her voice still laced with anger, “What? Nothing to say? Not even a fucking apology?”

His expression remained frozen in disbelief before the reality of the situation dawned on him. He exhaled deeply, raising a hand to rub the reddened skin of his cheek.

“You really came all the way here to slap me?” he asked, releasing a short huff.

A tear trickled down her cheek as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Yes, I fucking did. Well I- I’m not staying in Long Island anymore but…yes I came here to slap you! You deserve it!”

She let out a heavy sigh, her gaze dropping as more tears fell. “What the fuck, Davin? How could you just…leave me like that…” she murmured, the pain unmistakable in her tone.

His heart clenched at her whisper, his jaw tightening. He hated seeing her cry, especially because of him. His hands balled into fists before he abruptly reached out and pulled her into the house by her wrist. “Shut up for a second.” he said roughly as he closed the door behind them.

Y/N yanked her wrist away from his hold, glancing back at him. “Don’t touch me, Davin!” she shouted when Davin suddenly cupped her face in his hands, drawing her into a desperate kiss. For a brief moment, she surrendered to the kiss, her eyes fluttering shut. But then she remembered why she was here in the first place, and she forcefully pushed him away.

“Don’t.”

A sharp pang of hurt pierced his heart as she rejected him. The feeling only intensified as he observed her expression, the pain and anger in her eyes causing guilt to settle heavily in his stomach.

He took a deep breath before speaking, his voice hoarse, “Can I at least explain myself?”

She knew that she should to refuse him, that he didn’t deserve a chance to explain, yet she found herself unable to do so.

“Fine…” she agreed.

He couldn't help the slight flicker of relief that coursed through him. The fact that she was in his house, willing to listen despite the way he had left things, it was something.

He ran his fingers through his hair, searching for the right words. “Okay uh, sit down…” he said, gesturing towards the couch.

Y/N cautiously approached the couch, clearing away some of his friends' discarded beer bottles from the cushions before settling down.

Davin rubbed the back of his neck as he walked over and took a seat next to her. He avoided her gaze, staring at his feet instead.

“Look, I know I fucked up. I panicked, alright? The thought of being a father terrified me.” he began, his voice thick with emotion.

She scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. “So you just decided to leave me? Without a goodbye? No note? You left me alone when I needed you most, Davin! I was terrified too!”

He clenched his jaw at her words, his hands forming fists in his lap. He knew he was a coward. However, at that moment, fear had clouded his judgment.

He turned to face her, his expression a blend of guilt and frustration. “I know, okay?! I’m a fucking coward! I’d be a shit father anyway…” he replied, frustration lacing his tone.

She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders as she spoke in a quiet, pained voice, “We could’ve figured something out…anything…but you left me to deal with this all on my own.” She brushed away a tear that had fallen down her cheek before continuing, “And I don’t think you’d be a shit father…but you were definitely a shit boyfriend, leaving me like that.”

He winced at her words, feeling the weight of the pain he had caused her. He knew that he should’ve stayed, that he should’ve tried to work something out. Instead, he chose the cowardly way out.

With a bitter scoff, his voice filled with self-loathing, he admitted, “I was a shitty boyfriend, probably the shittiest of them all. I know.”

Y/N sighed, her gaze dropping to her hands resting in her lap once more. “I think you’d make a great father. But I understand that you’re not ready. I just wished things turned out differently.”

With that, she stood up, wiping away the last of her tears.

His entire body tensed when she stood up. He yearned to reach out and take her hand to prevent her from leaving, but he restrained himself.

“I’m ready now.” he confessed quietly. “I was an idiot. But I still love you, Y/N…and our baby…”

She scoffed and shook her head, the pain in her heart still too raw. “Don’t say that when you don’t mean it, Davin.” she retorted, turning to walk towards the front door.

He shot up from his seat, his heart rate spiking. “Jesus Christ, will you just listen for a minute?!”

His tone caused her to flinch as she turned to meet his gaze. Davin's eyes searched hers, seeking the right words. He took a few cautious steps towards her, speaking gently, “You may think I don’t mean it, but I do. I want you. And I want this baby. I know it seems impossible…but I can do this. I want to do this with you.”

He took a deep breath in, his voice almost desperate, “Please…please don’t go, Y/N…”

She released a shaky sigh, her eyes darting between his. “How do I know you won’t just…leave again one day?”

He felt a pang of guilt in his chest hearing her question, fully aware of the pain he had caused her. Carefully, Davin took another step closer to her, his expression earnest. “I won't. I swear, I won't do it again. I made a mistake and I regret it every day.”

He reached out, gently taking her hand in his.

“Please, just give me another chance…”

Tears welled up in her eyes once more, her voice trembling slightly as she replied, “I swear Davin if you break my heart again I’ll kill you.”

A smirk formed on his lips at her words, a glimmer of amusement shining in his eyes. The fact that she was willing to give him another chance, despite his actions, filled his heart with hope. He let out a short huff, a small smile appearing on his lips as he gave her hand a squeeze.

“Then I better behave, mhm? Can't have our kid grow up without a father…”

She rolled her eyes at his remark, yet for the first time since arriving at his doorstep, a faint smile graced her lips.

His own smile widened as he noticed the small smile on Y/N’s face. He raised his other hand to gently cup her cheek, his thumb softly gliding over her delicate skin. “There's the smile I fell in love with…” he murmured tenderly. He'd missed making her smile more than he realized.

Davin’s words only caused her smile to grow, and without hesitation she leaned in, capturing his lips in a soft yet loving kiss.

Y/N had no idea what their future held, but knowing that Davin would be part of it was more than enough to comfort her.

[elizamurphysworld]

HOT NEIGHBOUR

(Davin McDerby x Fem Reader) 18+

Part Nine - Restless Minds

Word Count: 2032

Warnings: Swearing, Pregnancy

The next day at work, the small chance that she might be pregnant lingered in Y/N’s mind. She was certain they had used protection each time. She had blamed the nausea on the alcohol, but the possibility of it being something else frightened her more than she was willing to acknowledge.

As she walked back to her dorm that evening, she passed a small pharmacy. Pausing at the entrance, she gazed into the store, feeling unsure. She wanted to confirm her suspicions, yet she dreaded discovering what she feared.

After standing in front of the door for a minute, she decided to enter anyway. She began to browse the aisles quietly, pretending she wasn’t searching for anything specific.

Once she reached the aisle with baby products, she spotted the shelf filled with pregnancy tests. There were numerous options, far too many. She had no idea which one to choose. She knew that buying a cheaper test might give an inaccurate result, but the more accurate ones were way too expensive.

Splitting the way, she got one that was both cheap and accurate enough.

Y/N’s heart raced as she made her way back to her dorm, the small bag in her hand feeling heavier than it was.

Upon reaching the building, she headed directly to her dorm, not bothering to check up on Davin. Not yet.

After unlocking her door, she moved straight to the bathroom and removed the test from its packaging. While her eyes scanned the instructions, a few knocks echoed on her door.

Davin stood outside her door, frowning as he listened to the silence within. It was unusual for her to ignore him like this. He knocked again, this time with more force.

“Luv? I know you're in there…open up for me, will ya?”

Eventually, Y/N opened the door, her expression betraying nothing of the turmoil in her mind. “Hey, I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you…what’s up?” she questioned innocently.

“I just wanted to check up on you. Are you feeling any better today?” he asked, leaning against the door frame with a gentle smile.

She nodded slowly, returning the smile. “Uh yeah, yeah I guess I’m feeling a bit better. Not a lot but…a bit…”

He nodded, crossing his arms over his chest as he observed her intently. She wasn’t fooling him. He could sense that there was something else going on. His voice softened as he spoke again, “Good…that's good.”

He hesitated for a moment before adding, “Mind if I come in?”

She glanced back into the room before returning her gaze to him. “I- I do actually. I’m sorry. It’s just- it’s been a hard day and all I want to do is get in bed and go to sleep.” she replied, her voice wavering ever so slightly.

Her tone confirmed his suspicions. Something was definitely wrong. He kept his gaze on her, forcing a casual expression back onto his face. He raised an eyebrow, pretending as if she hadn’t just turned him away for the first time since they met.

“Ah…well, alright then. Guess I'll leave you to it.”

Y/N nodded slowly, forcing a soft smile and gentle tone, “Goodnight, Davin.”

He lingered for a brief moment, his hands twitching at his sides as if he wished to reach out and grab her. But instead, he forced himself to step back. “Night, luv.” he responded, his voice tight with unexpressed emotions as he turned and walked away.

She exhaled deeply as she closed the door, standing still for a few seconds. She hated sending him away, but she had no choice. Slowly, she made her way back into the bathroom, her hands trembling slightly as she picked up the test.

Following the instructions carefully, she made sure she did every little step correctly before placing the test on the sink. Now, it was simply a matter of waiting.

The minutes dragged on, feeling like hours, as her thoughts raced in multiple directions. She flinched when the alarm she’d set went off, her heart racing even faster than before. Taking a deep, unsteady breath, she picked up the test and turned it over.

The moment those two lines came into view, Y/N dropped the test and stepped back. Her breath caught in her throat, and tears began to form in her eyes.

Everything felt surreal, as if she was trapped in a nightmare. This was the last thing she needed in her life, and she knew Davin wouldn’t be happy about this either. The thought of telling him terrified her beyond measure. She had no idea how to share such significant news with someone.

She was not ready to tell him, not at this moment. She would simply have to wait for the appropriate time.

With a restless mind, she went to bed, attempting to find rest despite the multitude of thoughts and concerns overwhelming her.

Davin also struggled to find sleep that night. He was unable to dismiss the sense that something was off, that she was hiding something from him. It wasn't like her to shut him out.

He turned restlessly in bed, replaying every little thing she had said or done in search of any hints. He knew she was keeping something from him, he just didn't know what. With a sigh of frustration, he pressed his face into his pillow.

 

Y/N had been avoiding Davin for several days. She didn’t mean to make him worry or shut him out, yet each time she thought about telling him, she felt a surge of panic. Nevertheless, Davin had reached his limit.

One evening, he waited outside the building, smoking a cigarette. His mind was whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He couldn’t understand why she was avoiding him. It was so unlike her, and it was tearing him apart.

When he noticed her approaching the building, he pushed himself away from the wall. The cigarette remained between his fingers as he took a deep drag, his eyes locked onto hers. “Y/N.” he called out sharply, no teasing or playfulness. Just pure frustration.

She stopped in her tracks, meeting his gaze. “Davin…” she whispered.

He closed the gap between them with several long strides. His jaw was clenched, his expression tense as he loomed over her.

“You've been avoiding me.” he stated bluntly, his eyes scanning her face.

Searching his gaze, she swallowed hard before replying quietly, “I- I’ve been busy, Dav.”

He scoffed at her weak excuse, his hands balling into fists at his sides. He wasn't buying it. “Bullshit.”

His gaze remained fixed on hers, studying her intently. After taking another drag from his cigarette, he spoke in a firm tone, “You know damn well you've been avoiding me. You shut me out, you won't tell me what’s going on. I'm sick of it.”

She inhaled deeply, her breath unsteady, and glanced at his cigarette. “Can I?”

Davin’s eyes followed hers until they landed on the cigarette. And despite his anger, a smirk appeared on his face at her request. He extended it towards her, a silent agreement.

Taking a deep drag, Y/N allowed the smoke to warm her body before exhaling slowly.

“Fuck, I needed that…”

“Yeah? Well, I need answers.” he pressed, his tone softening a bit. Although his anger lingered, it was now mixed with concern.

She nodded slowly, her gaze fixed on the cigarette in her fingers as she responded, “Yeah, I know. You deserve answers. I’ve been wanting to tell you something, Dav…”

His stern demeanor softened slightly at her words, and his shoulders eased a little. He could sense that whatever she was about to say was important.

He took the cigarette back from her, taking another drag. “Then why haven't you?” he asked in a quiet yet firm voice.

Y/N let out a shaky breath, meeting his gaze again. “I was scared. I still am.”

His jaw tightened at her confession. Concern replaced much of his anger, transforming his expression.

“Scared? Scared of what, luv?”

He stepped closer, reaching for her hand. Y/N looked down at their joined hands, releasing a deep sigh. She knew she had no choice but to tell him now. “Can we go to my room? Or yours? Just…not here…”

His gaze softened even more at her request, the final traces of anger melting away. He gently squeezed her hand, his touch warm and comforting.

“Yeah, of course we can.” he replied while carefully guiding her into the building and towards his dorm, keeping her close as if he was afraid she would bolt.

Once she entered his dorm, she settled on the edge of his bed, staring at her hands resting in her lap.

Davin shut the door behind them, observing her closely. With his hands tucked in his pockets, he attempted to give her some space, yet he found himself lingering nearby.

“Alright…what is it you want to tell me?”

Y/N took a deep breath in, closing her eyes as she whispered the words, “I’m pregnant.”

Davin went completely still, his eyes widening as her revelation struck him. For a brief moment, time seemed to freeze as he stared at her in disbelief.

Eventually, he found his voice, “You're joking, right?”

She slowly shook her head, unable to meet his eyes just yet. She knew he didn’t want this, neither of them did. They were too young, she was set to leave in a month, and he was far from ready to become a father.

He took several short, unsteady breaths as he struggled to grasp the reality of the situation. “No. No, we used protection.” he asserted, attempting to reject the truth.

“I don’t know how it happened either, Davin. I thought so too…”

He shut his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to maintain his composure. However, beneath his calm exterior, his thoughts raced with a flood of emotions. That was when he recalled their very first night together. They were both drunk, and his overwhelming desire for her caused the thought of using protection to never even cross his mind.

“Fuck…” he cursed under his breath, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, pacing back and forth. He was fighting every emotion threatening to consume his mind. Anger, fear, confusion, everything.

Y/N kept her gaze on her hands, releasing a shaky sigh. Tears blurred her vision, falling onto her lap.

Davin suddenly stopped pacing, his eyes locking onto her. A tightness gripped his chest at the sight of her tears, yet his mind was still a turmoil of emotions. Anger and frustration overwhelmed him, and he found himself unable to restrain his words.

“Stop crying, Y/N! It isn’t going to help!”

She flinched at his harsh tone, lifting her head to meet his gaze. “Davin pleas-“ she began, but he interrupted her.

“Shut up! Just shut the fuck up! Do you know what this means? I don’t want this!” he yelled, unable to contain himself.

She fell silent, gazing into his eyes for a brief moment before taking a trembling breath and rising to her feet. Without a word, she made her way out of his dorm, shutting the door behind her.

Davin exhaled sharply as she walked away, his body tensing at the sound of the door clicking shut. For a moment, he simply stood there, staring at the door.

Then, all at once, his anger transformed into something entirely different. Regret.

 

Throughout the night, Davin found himself unable to sleep. He felt an urge to check on Y/N, yet another part of him was scared of that confrontation. The more he thought about it, the more his anxiety intensified. Eventually, this led him to make a hasty and stupid decision. He had to leave Long Island.

Without thinking any further, he grabbed a duffel bag and started throwing clothes into it, his movements quick and frantic. He didn't even take the time look around his dorm for anything he might have missed.

In a matter of minutes, he had packed everything he needed. He slung the bag over his shoulder, not bothering to take a final glance around as he exited the room.

[elizamurphysworld]

HOT NEIGHBOUR

(Davin McDerby x Fem Reader) 18+

Part Eight - Annoying Bug

Word Count: 2358

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, Smut: Oral (F Receiving), Fingering

Despite still feeling unwell, Y/N went to work the following day. But even there, she found herself needing to take frequent breaks. The nausea wasn’t going away, worsening rather than subsiding. Blaming it on the alcohol, she pushed through the day.

She arrived at Davin’s dorm at 9 PM, feeling as though she might pass out. Davin had just taken a shower and was putting on a shirt when he heard a knock at his door. After hastily pulling the shirt over his head, he approached the front door, opening it to find Y/N standing there.

His eyebrows lifted at the sight of her, noting her pale skin and weary eyes.

“You look like hell.”

She gave him a sarcastic smile. “Thank you.” she replied with a soft sigh, then lowered her voice, “I just wanted to let you know I’ll be sleeping in my own dorm tonight. I still feel like shit and I don’t want to wake you up every fucking hour.”

He frowned at her words, his hand reaching out to grasp the front of her shirt and pull her inside before she could protest. He was not going to let her leave. “Not happening, luv.” he stated, leaving no room for discussion as he pulled her further into the room.

She let out a tired chuckle, rolling her eyes. “You’re impossible, you know? I’m trying to save you from my constant visits to the bathroom…”

He scoffed, shaking his head as he pushed her onto the bed. His body landed on top of hers, pinning her down and and preventing her from moving away.

“Yeah? Well too bad…you're staying here tonight.”

Y/N grinned, her legs wrapping around him. “Why? So you can take care of me? Or because you want something else?” she asked playfully.

Davin emitted a low growl, pressing his body even harder against hers as he leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Both.”

Not wasting another second, her lips captured his in a slow kiss. Davin groaned softly into her mouth, his hand rising to tangle in her hair. His body responded instantly to her touch, his lips moving eagerly against hers. His tongue brushed against her bottom lip, seeking entry into her mouth.

The kiss deepened, and Y/N’s legs drew him closer, pressing his clothed erection between her legs while she ground against him.

He gradually withdrew his mouth from hers, his lips trailing down her neck to her collarbone. “I thought you weren't feeling well…” he murmured against her delicate skin.

She smiled, tilting her head back as she whispered, “I got better.”

Her hands reached for the bottom of his shirt, pulling it off over his head.

Davin let out a sharp breath, his muscles tensing under her touch. His hands swiftly moved to the hem of her shirt, lifting it up and off with little patience.

“Better…or just feeling less sick?” he questioned, his voice teasing but laced with something that made heat pool low in her stomach.

Y/N bit her lower lip, responding into his ear, “Both…”

She then captured his lips in another passionate kiss, her fingers weaving through his hair.

He growled against her lips, his body pressing even closer to hers. His hands roamed over her bare skin, his touch eager as he explored every inch of her.

“You're lucky I love you.” he murmured roughly against her lips before plunging back in for another hungry kiss.

She released a soft moan into his mouth, one of her hands sliding down to caress the bulge in his pants.

Davin inhaled sharply at her touch, his hips instinctively pushing against her hand. “Jesus, luv. You don't realize how much I’m trying to hold back right now, do you?” he whispered as he pulled away from the kiss, playfully biting her bottom lip.

Y/N tightened her grip on his erection, gazing up into his eyes.

“Why would you hold back, mhm?”

He let out a low groan, his jaw tightening and the muscles in his neck straining. “Because you're still feeling sick. You should be resting.” he replied in a tense tone, battling the overwhelming desire within him.

She rolled her eyes, pushing him away so she could remove her pants and underwear.

“Well in that case, Davin, I’ll rest…and you can do all the work.”

Once she was completely naked, she dropped back down on the bed, parting her legs and shutting her eyes, surrendering her body to him.

His eyes immediately roamed over her bare body. His self control was hanging by a very thin thread at this point.

“Oh, you're just trying to kill me…” he muttered, positioning himself in front of her, his head nestled between her thighs.

Y/N’s hands gripped the sheets in anticipation when she felt his warm breath fan her wet cunt. Davin groaned while inhaling her scent, his fingers gliding lightly over her thighs, tantalizingly close to where she desired them most. His eyes darted up to meet hers, brimming with longing.

“If you won’t play fair, neither will I…”

Without warning, he pushed two fingers deep into her cunt, eliciting a sharp gasp from her lips.

“Davin!” she moaned, arching her back slightly.

He smirked at her sounds, curling his fingers within her just enough to make her see stars. “You told me I could do all the work, so let me.” he commanded before withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with the tip of his tongue.

Her head fell back, her eyes closing once again while her fingers dug into the sheets.

His tongue traced a long line up her pussy before circling around her clit. His fingers pressed deeper into her hip as he murmured, “You taste so good, luv. I could do this all night…”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at his words. “Fuck…I’d let you…” she whispered between her moans.

“Yeah? Then I’ll keep going…”

He let out a low chuckle, his tongue flicking rapidly to make her legs tremble. One of his hands moved up to pinch and twist one of her nipples between his fingers, driving her even more wild.

She gasped loudly, her hips beginning to grind against his face, her eyes tightly shut.

“Oh god yes…yes Dav…”

He relished the way she responded to his touch, his tongue moving even faster, flicking over her clit in rough circles. His fingers continued to pinch and roll her sensitive nipple, observing as her body arched off the bed. “Come for me…I want to taste it all…”

Y/N moaned and gasped under his ministrations, feeling herself sprint to that blissful edge. “I’m close…Davin I’m so fucking close…” she breathed.

He responded with a pleased hum, his fingers and mouth not stopping their relentless pace. “That's it. Come for me, luv…let me taste you…” he muttered against her, his gaze fixed on hers. He yearned to see her come undone, to see her lose herself in his touch.

It wasn’t long before she gasped in ecstasy, reaching her climax. Her body arched towards him, her legs shivering from the intensity.

He released a satisfied groan, savoring every last drop of her release. “Fuck, you taste amazing…” he muttered roughly against her before pulling back to admire the mess he had created.

Davin chuckled softly at the sight of her, completely wrecked and still recovering from her orgasm. His fingers lightly traced up her thighs, his thumb grazing the inside of one as he looked down at her with a smug grin.

“Need some water?”

Y/N despised that he had to care for her once more, yet she nodded in agreement. The nausea still lingered, despite her efforts to hide it.

His expression grew more serious as he noticed the exhaustion reflected in her eyes. Rising from the bed, he proceeded to the kitchen and shortly returned with a cold glass of water in his hand.

“Drink slowly…” he advised, handing her the glass.

She complied, sipping carefully before placing the glass on the nightstand, tears beginning to form in her eyes as she murmured, “Fuck Davin, I’m so sorry…I don’t know what’s wrong with me…”

His expression softened, and he quickly shook his head, taking hold of her chin to make sure she met his gaze.

“Hey. Don't you dare apologize. You can't control it.” he stated firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“Still, I hate this. I hate that you have to take care of me. I hate that we can’t even make love. I feel terrible, Dav…”

His heart tightened at her confession, his hand gently cupping her cheek. He hated that she felt guilty for something beyond her control. “Stop it. None of this is your fault. I don't mind taking care of you…and don't go worrying about sex, okay? That's the least of my concerns right now.”

Y/N released a sigh, grasping his hand and drawing him down onto the bed. She nestled closely against him, embracing him tightly.

“You’re too sweet for your own good…it’s both adorable and annoying…” she whispered softly against him.

He chuckled quietly, playfully rolling his eyes at her remark. He held her close, placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head while running his fingers through her hair.

“Yeah, yeah…but I know you secretly love it.”

She giggled softly, shutting her eyes and leaning into him. “Maybe.”

He grinned at her response, his fingers gliding gently up and down her spine. He pressed another kiss to the top of her head, murmuring in a calm and affectionate tone, “Sweet dreams, luv.”

Davin woke up that same night at 4 AM, finding himself without Y/N’s body curled against his. He sat up slowly, his gaze sweeping across the dimly lit room until it caught a glimpse of light seeping from beneath the bathroom door.

He exhaled deeply, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and moving quietly towards the bathroom. Gently knocking on the door with his knuckles, he called out, “Luv? You okay in there?”

He paused when only silence greeted him, a frown forming on his face. Instantly, worry surged within him, causing him to knock more forcefully against the door, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Luv? I'm coming in.”

As he opened the door and peeked inside, he discovered Y/N lying on the floor. She was laying on her side, her chest rising and falling steadily in sleep.

Davin’s eyes widened, a wave of anxiety washing over him. He hurried into the room, kneeling beside her. Placing his hand on her shoulder, he gently shook her. “Luv? Hey…wake up for me…” he urged in a soft voice tinged with concern.

She groaned softly, her eyes slowly fluttering open. “Mhm?”

He exhaled a quiet sigh of relief, yet his face remained etched with concern.

“Jesus christ, are you okay?” he asked carefully.

She frowned slightly while looking around, pushing herself up to sit. Then, the memory of how she ended up there came back to her, and she nodded slowly. “God, sorry Dav…I had to throw up again. I must’ve fallen asleep. I was so tired…”

He released a shaky breath, his hands gently helping her up. His expression was still tense, not liking the fact that she passed out in this place.

“Yeah well, next time wake me up instead of passing out on the bathroom floor.” he chided gently.

Y/N yawned and rubbed her eyes. “I didn’t pass out, I just fell asleep.” she countered.

He rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. “That's not much better.” he grumbled, slowly pulling her to her feet.

She followed him back to bed, lying down with a heavy sigh. “It’s like it’ll never fucking end…I hate it…”

He climbed into bed beside her, instinctively wrapping his arms around her. Drawing her close to his chest, the sensation of her presence began to soothe his racing heart.

“Hey, stop that. You can't let it get to you. It'll pass eventually.” he whispered in a low voice, his fingers softly running through her hair.

“Will it? I’ve been feeling nauseous for two full days, Dav…it’s even worse when I try to eat anything…”

“Just give it time…you're probably just sick…” he reassured both her and himself. Nevertheless, his mind was racing. He desperately wanted to believe that this was temporary and that she was not seriously ill.

Y/N sighed heavily, a slight frown emerging on her face. Davin immediately noticed, his fingers pausing their movement. He tilted his head down to look at her, his voice quiet and filled with concern, “What's that face for?”

She met his eyes, attempting to force a small smile. “Mhm? Oh, nothing. Nothing.”

He narrowed his eyes, not believing a single word of what she just said. He grabbed her chin between his fingers, keeping her eyes on him.

“Don't 'nothing' me. Tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours.”

She searched his gaze, a flicker of anxiety flashing in her eyes as she whispered, “I was just thinking…we- we used protection every time, right?”

He froze, his eyes widening slightly as the implication of her words registered. The thought had not even occurred to him until this moment. He swallowed hard, his heart racing as he relaxed his grip on her chin.

“Yeah…yeah, of course we did. Why?” he replied, trying to sound casual.

“Yeah, I thought so too. In that case I hope it’s just a stomach bug and nothing serious…” she murmured, resting her cheek against his chest once more.

He nodded, trying to ignore the uneasiness settling in his stomach. The thought of Y/N carrying his child was something he hadn’t even considered as a possibility until now, and it filled him with dread.

“Yeah, nothing serious. It’s just a bug…it'll pass.” he mumbled quietly, his hand returning to gently caress her hair in an effort to distract himself from his own anxious thoughts.

“A fucking annoying bug…” she grumbled with a frustrated sigh.

He chuckled softly at her remark, shaking his head in amusement. “You’ll get better, luv…” he replied, placing a kiss on the crown of her head.

[elizamurphysworld]

HOT NEIGHBOUR

(Davin McDerby x Fem Reader) 18+

Part Seven - The Aftermath

Word Count: 2150

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff

Y/N woke up hours later, feeling horrible. She groaned as she sat up, her head spinning.

Davin was in the kitchen, enjoying a beer when he heard her groan. He quickly downed the rest of his beer before returning to the bedroom. “You look like shit…” he remarked while leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest.

She met his gaze, a frown appearing on her face. “Thanks. What-…how did I get here?”

“You came knocking on my door last night, absolutely wasted. You were lying on the floor when I opened the door.” he clarified, shoving his hands into his pockets.

She sighed in embarrassment, running a hand over her face as she replied, “Fuck…I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have come here.”

He shook his head, pushing himself off the doorframe and taking a few steps into the room. “You couldn't even walk on your own. You could have seriously hurt yourself…why did you drink so much?”

She let out a bitter chuckle, deliberately avoiding his gaze as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. “I…It was the only thing distracting me from the pain of being ignored by you…”

Davin's expression softened upon hearing her words, a wave of guilt washing over him. He should have known she was suffering. He approached her slowly and took a seat beside her. “You could have just come to me…you didn't need to drink that much…” he responded in a quiet tone, his fingers yearning to reach out and touch her.

“I did. I tried. Or have you forgotten about all the times I stood at your door, trying to talk?” Y/N reminded him with a slight scoff.

He sighed, his gaze falling to the floor as his fists tightened. He did remember ignoring her, hoping she'd finally give up and leave him alone. Yet, with each knock he heard, he felt increasingly worse about his behaviour.

“I remember…” he mumbled quietly, guilt eating away at his heart.

She glanced at his face for a brief moment before shaking her head. “It’s okay…I understand…I’ll go…” she said, rising to her feet while ignoring the nausea and pounding headache.

He swiftly stood up as well, gently grasping her arm to stop her.

“No. You're in no condition to go anywhere.” he stated firmly, guiding her back down to sit on the bed.

“Davin, it’s fine. I feel guilty enough as it is. I really don’t want to bother you any longer.”

He exhaled a frustrated sigh, running his fingers through his hair before turning to face her completely. “You're not bothering me…I was the one being an idiot.” he admitted, his voice rough with regret.

Y/N met his gaze, her eyes searching his. “No you weren’t…I was the one who made a mistake.” she responded softly, not wanting him to feel bad.

His expression softened even further, his heart tightening at the sight of her guilty expression. He reached out and tenderly took her hand in his.

“You were drunk, and I was acting like a child.” he asserted, his palm gently rubbing her knuckles.

She smiled at the sensation of his hand enveloping hers, squeezing it softly in return. “Drunk might be putting it lightly…I can’t remember shit…”

He chuckled softly at her admission, his thumb lovingly gliding over her knuckles.

“You don't remember anything? Not even throwing up on my floor?” he teased, a slight smirk forming at the edges of his lips.

She groaned in embarrassment, shutting her eyes as she whispered apologetically, “Oh god, I’m so sorry…”

Davin found her embarrassment endearing, giving her hand another gentle squeeze. “Don't be sorry. Just don't drink like that ever again.” he replied in a serious tone, although his thumb continued to caress the back of her hand in soft, comforting circles.

Y/N laughed lightly, shaking her head. “Never.”

He smirked, leaning in slightly to place a quick kiss on her forehead before pulling back with a satisfied hum. His voice was playful yet tinged with concern, “Good. Now, do you want some water? Or are you still feeling too shitty for that?”

“Water would be nice actually…” she answered with a gentle smile, affection shining in her eyes.

He nodded, squeezing her hand one more time before standing up to fetch a glass of water from the bathroom. He ensured it was cold, aware that it would help with the hangover. “Here.” he said as he returned, offering her the glass.

Y/N took her time, sipping slowly and in small amounts, allowing the liquid to soothe the burning sensation that lingered in her throat. Once she finished, she released a deep sigh and placed the glass back on the nightstand.

“Jesus, I needed that. Thank you.”

He settled beside her once more, his gaze fixed on her face. His eyes followed the path of some water that trickled down her chin, and he used his thumb to gently wipe it away.

“You're welcome.” he replied simply, raising his hand to rub her back. He studied her expression, realizing she must still feel unwell. “You should lay back down. You need to rest.” he murmured, tugging at her arm in an attempt to get her to lay back down.

She nodded slightly as she slowly lay back on the bed, causing Davin to exhale a small sigh of relief. He carefully draped the blanket over her before standing to leave, but not without placing another soft kiss on her forehead.

“Sleep well…” he whispered as he made his way toward the door.

Y/N nearly slept through the entire day. It was 1 AM when she finally woke up, recalling where she was. A smile crept onto her face as she felt Davin's chest pressed against her back, his breath fanning her neck. However, that was not the reason she’d woken up. She was feeling nauseous once more, extremely nauseous. Carefully, she got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom, where she sank to her knees in front of the toilet and began to vomit into the bowl.

Davin stirred a little as the sound reached his ears, his eyes gradually opening when he noticed Y/N’s absence beside him. He sat up with a frown, glancing towards the bathroom door, which was creaked open.

He let out a soft groan and quickly rose from the bed. Approaching the bathroom, he pushed the door open and stood at the entrance, observing her body hunched over the toilet.

His expression softened as he walked closer and crouched down behind her. He placed a hand on her back, gently rubbing it while she continued to be sick.

“You okay?”

She slowly turned her head to look back at him over her shoulder, raising her eyebrows. “Do I look okay to you?”

He chuckled softly, shaking his head while continuing to rub her back. He found the sassiness coming from her to be both adorable and amusing, even in the current situation. “No…you look like crap.” he replied with a smirk.

“Yeah…because that’s exactly how I feel…” she murmured before turning away again to throw up.

Davin grimaced sympathetically as he watched her empty her stomach into the toilet. He kept rubbing her back gently, shaking his head as he remarked, “That's what you get for drinking like that.”

Y/N gradually leaned back once the nausea had somewhat faded. Her voice was quiet and raspy, her hands trembling slightly.

“No need to rub it in, Dav.”

He grinned, unable to suppress the wave of affection that washed over him. Even in her current state, she was impossibly endearing. However, his features softened in concern as he noticed her trembling hands. “Hey…you're shaking.”

She nodded slowly, leaning back against him and closing her eyes. “I’m fucking tired, Davin. Fuck, why did I drink so much…”

He gently wrapped his arms around her, pulling her trembling form against his chest and holding her close.

“Because you're an idiot…” he replied. Although his words were intended to be playful, he spoke in a soothing tone.

Y/N laughed, though with a hint of bitterness. She felt utterly miserable, both in her body and for burdening Davin. “I’m really sorry about this.”

He let out a soft sigh, placing a kiss on the crown of her head as he embraced her more tightly. He didn’t care, he was more than willing to look after her. “Stop apologizing. Just focus on feeling better.” he said in a gruff voice but laced with warmth.

“Mhm…”

She leaned her head against his shoulder, already drifting off to sleep once more.

Davin beamed with warmth as he sensed her body go more slack against his. With a sigh, he slipped one arm beneath her knees, carefully lifting her into his arms.

“Come on. Back to bed…” he whispered.

However, a couple of hours later, Y/N found herself out of bed once more, returning to the bathroom.

Davin heard her get up again, his eyes snapping open as he pushed the blankets aside and got out of bed. His movements were heavy and sluggish as he made his way to the bathroom, leaning against the doorway with a weary expression.

“Again?”

“Yeah, it’s okay, go back to bed…I’ll be right there…” she replied with a tired sigh.

He shook his head, slowly approaching her and crouching beside the toilet once more. His hand reached for her chin, gently lifting it so she would meet his gaze. Although his expression remained tired, his eyes were focused on hers. “I’m not going back to bed if you're still throwing up.” he stated.

A faint smile graced her lips, despite her discomfort. “You’re too sweet, Dav. But I don’t want to keep you up.”

He shook his head again, tenderly rubbing her chin with his thumb as he gazed down at her with a stern expression.

“And I said I'm not going back to bed until you're done throwing up. It's called 'taking care of you’.”

She let out a soft chuckle, her voice filled with gratitude, “Thank you, Davin. I appreciate it more than you think…”

“You're welcome. Just stop puking soon, alright? I'm getting tired of you painting my toilet…” he said with a playful tone.

“Shut up…” Y/N muttered before turning away to vomit again.

He watched her retch into the toilet, his heart clenching in his chest. He hated seeing her sick like this. His hand continued to rub her back tenderly while his gaze remained fixed on her.

“Jesus, you've got everything in your system out by now…”

“That’s what I thought a few hours ago. Apparently not.” she replied, leaning back and running a hand across her face. “God, what’s wrong with me…”

He shook his head slowly, letting out a sigh as he looked her up and down.

“Probably just your body trying to get all the alcohol out of your system. You'll feel a little better soon.”

She scoffed, her voice almost tinged with desperation, “I fucking hope so…I don’t think I can take this any longer.”

Y/N gradually stood up, taking a deep breath. Davin quickly rose alongside her, his hands positioned near her waist as if ready to support her if she stumbled. “Easy…just take it slow.” he instructed in a soothing manner.

“You’re really good at this, you know. Taking care of me…”

He let out a scoff, rolling his eyes as he carefully led her back to the bed. His hold was both firm and gentle, as if he feared she might shatter under too much pressure.

“Yeah, well…I've been taking care of myself since I was fifteen. So don't act so surprised.”

Despite the teasing nature of his tone, Y/N couldn't help but frown slightly. “Fifteen? That’s really young…too young.”

He swallowed hard, rubbing the back of his neck while assisting her back into bed. His eyes darkened as the memories flashed through his mind. Nonetheless, he shrugged, keeping his voice casual despite the bitter taste that coated his tongue.

“Don’t worry about it…it’s in the past.”

She settled onto the bed, glancing back at him while gently cupping his cheek. “You don’t have to talk about it with me. Just know you can…” she whispered gently.

He exhaled slowly, leaning into her touch for a brief moment before slightly pulling back. His jaw was tense, he was not used to this kind of softness. “I know…” he responded in a low voice, rough with emotion he refused to show.

Y/N smiled softly, inching closer to him and resting her head against his chest.

“I love you, Dav.” she murmured into his skin.

Davin’s arms automatically came up to wrap around her. His heart felt as though it might burst, feeling her soft body against his. He released a shuddering sigh, closing his eyes and resting his chin on top of her head.

“I love you too, idiot…”

[elizamurphysworld]

HOT NEIGHBOUR

(Davin McDerby x Fem Reader) 18+

Part Six - The Kiss

Word Count: 2217

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff

Roughly 5 days passed since Y/N last saw Davin. One evening, she got permission to leave work early. However, her colleagues invited her to join them for drinks at a bar named 'Sullivan's Quay'. Despite her desire to see Davin, and knowing he likely wanted to see her, she still chose to go with her colleagues, unable to resist the offer.

 

In the meantime, Davin had been feeling somewhat lonely over the past few days. He was aware that Y/N had work, and he understood that, but that didn’t stop him from missing her. His mind and thoughts were constantly occupied with her, wondering what she might be doing and when she might be coming back. He hadn’t felt like this in a long, long time. So, he decided that rather than waiting in his bed waiting for her return, he would venture out for a drink at his favourite bar, Sullivan's Quay.

 

The clock had just struck 11 PM, and Y/N was still at the bar. She had downed a few shots and beers, and her mind was far from sharp. One of her colleagues, Danny, a young man who had been interested in her for some time, decided it was the right moment to act. He slid into the seat beside her and draped an arm around her waist.

“You look absolutely wasted, sweetheart.” he murmured into her ear.

Y/N laughed lightly, her speech a bit slurred, “I’m not…”

Danny lifted his hand, gently caressing her cheek. “Liar…you’re lucky you’re so pretty…”

She rolled her eyes, meeting Danny’s gaze. “Oh, shut up.” she responded with a bashful smile.

Danny chuckled and shook his head, refusing to back down, “No really…you’re absolutely stunning, sweetheart.” he repeated, leaning in a bit closer. Y/N was about to respond, when Danny’s lips suddenly pressed against hers.

 

Davin entered the bar, his mood already sour. The past few days, coupled with the loneliness of not seeing her, had made him increasingly irritable.

As he walked further through the crowded place, he caught sight of the last thing he wished to see. Y/N was seated at the bar, a man beside her with his arm wrapped around her waist and his lips pressed against hers.

His hands immediately balled into fists at the sight, a surge of anger and jealousy flooding through him. He couldn’t bear to watch any longer. Turning on his heel, he stormed out of the bar, colliding with another person and causing their glass to tumble to the floor.

 

The sound of glass shattering made her pull away, her gaze momentarily fixed on the entrance before returning to Danny, who was leaning in once more. She quickly placed her hands on his chest, gently pushing him back.

“I uh…I’m sorry. I’m actually in love with someone else…I…I shouldn’t have let this happen…”

Danny looked visibly disappointed, his grip on her waist tightening. “He doesn’t have to know sweetheart. Just one night.” he urged.

However, Y/N shook her head firmly, already rising from her seat. “No, no I- I have to go…uh…bye, Danny.” With that, she turned and walked out of the bar.

As she walked down the street, occasionally leaning against the wall for support, she spotted Davin strolling ahead. Unaware of the turmoil he was experiencing, she called out, “Hey! Davin!”

He froze at the sound of her voice, his hands clenching even tighter as he stopped in his tracks. He didn't turn around, still too pissed off to look her in the eyes.

“What.” he replied in a sharp, clipped tone.

Y/N frowned at his tone, extending her hand towards him.

“Hey…what’s wrong?”

Davin stepped back, scoffing at her gesture. He had no intention of touching her, his anger was too intense.

“Nothing.” he grumbled, the word coming out harsher than he had intended.

She let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head, the effects of the alcohol still evident in her system. “No no no, I know something’s wrong. Come on, spit it out.”

He scoffed again, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. He was too furious to even consider hiding it any longer. “You were kissing someone else in there.” he snapped, his voice strained with anger.

Her eyes widened slightly, and she paused to collect her thoughts.

“Davin…I swear it’s not like that-“

He exhaled a bitter laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. He was not interested in hearing her explanation. The image of her with that guy was still fresh in his mind, and it made him even more upset. “Save it.” he said sharply, cutting her off.

She watched as he turned and continued walking, standing completely frozen before shaking her head and going after him. “Davin! Stop! He kissed me I didn’t even want-“ she started, but he interrupted her once more.

“Why didn’t you push him off then?!” he yelled, stopping but refusing to glance back at her. He wanted to scream, wanted to yell until he couldn’t speak anymore. His hands remained tightly clenched at his sides, his teeth grinding in frustration.

Y/N took a careful step closer, attempting to place her hand on his shoulder. “Dav…”

He forcefully shrugged her hand off, finally turning to confront her. His eyes blazed with anger, a fire he struggled to contain.

“Don't.” he hissed.

She swallowed hard, trying to hide the pain from his rejection, but lowered her hand nonetheless. Her voice was soft and filled with regret, “I’m sorry…I- I shouldn’t have let him kiss me…”

He shook his head, still too angry to accept her apology. The only thing he needed at that moment was time.

“You're right…you shouldn't have.” he replied in a harsh and icy tone as he turned away once again.

She watched him leave, this time remaining in her place, aware that she was too drunk and he was too angry for a decent conversation.

 

Two weeks passed since that night. Y/N gave him time, enough time, but Davin was stubborn. Each time she knocked on his door, he would simply send her away without even opening it.

Unable to find healthy ways to cope with both the guilt of her actions and the pain of losing Davin, she resorted to drowning her sorrows in alcohol.

One night, around 2 AM, she knocked loudly on his door again. Davin groaned at the noise, instantly recognizing it was her. He was still filled with anger, so he remained silent, hoping she would leave if he ignored her.

Y/N spoke softly against the door, her tone more slurred and tired than ever, “Davvv…Davin…”

He exhaled deeply, burying his face in his hands. But her voice, the way she sounded, caused his heart to tighten in his chest. “What do you want?” he called out.

“Please, Davin…let me in…please…” she pleaded, when suddenly Davin heard a thud just outside the door, followed by a faint, pained groan.

His eyes widened in surprise, worry and concern overriding his anger. He hurried to the front door, cautiously opening it.

Y/N was sprawled on the floor, her eyes shut and her head swaying slightly. “Davin…” she murmured quietly.

His heart sank at the sight of her, completely wasted on his doorstep. He let out a sharp breath, kneeling beside her. “Christ, Y/N…” he muttered, gently shaking her shoulder.

She groaned, pushing herself up on her elbows. “Where am I…” she asked in a barely audible whisper.

He let out a frustrated sigh, shaking his head. “You're at my door…fuck, how much did you drink?” he demanded, his voice now laced with concern.

She scoffed dramatically, “I didn’t drink…”

He shook his head in disbelief, hooking his arms underneath her body and lifting her into his arms. “Bullshit.” he retorted, carrying her into his dorm and shutting the door with a kick behind them.

Y/N’s body hung limp in his hold, whispering into his shoulder, “It’s your fault…”

Davin scoffed, rolling his eyes once more as he made his way toward his bedroom.

“Oh yeah? How's this my fault?” he asked, gently placing her on his mattress before kneeling to remove her shoes.

She groaned, lazily pointing her finger at him. “Because I love you more than anything and you’ve been ignoring me!” she accused.

He let out a frustrated sigh, tossing her shoes aside before beginning to remove her jacket.

“Well, maybe I wouldn't if you didn't go off kissing other men.” he mumbled beneath his breath.

She quickly shook her head, her voice taking on a desperate tone, “I pushed him away. I told him I loved someone else…and that’s you…I only have feelings for you. And you don’t believe me…”

A small wave of satisfaction washed over him upon hearing those words. He knew that he should feel anger towards her, yet seeing her in his bed, drunk and confessing her love, made it impossible to do so.

“You looked comfortable enough letting him kiss you.” he snapped back, throwing her jacket to the floor.

Y/N gazed up at him with heavy eyelids. “I wasn’t…I was drunk and my body moved before my mind did. But when my mind caught up with what was happening I fucking stopped!” she countered before rolling off the bed and landing on the floor. “I don’t need to explain myself to you…”

He sighed, grasping her arm and pulling her back to her feet, his grip firm.

“Watch it. You're gonna hurt yourself, idiot.” he muttered, holding her close to his chest.

She leaned against him heavily, her hands clutching his shirt. “You hate me…” she whispered, the pain in her voice unmistakable.

He swallowed hard, attempting to ignore the way she clung to him. It felt too good to have her this close after two weeks.

“Don't…say that…” he murmured, guiding her to his bed and seating her on the edge.

She leaned back, her back meeting the mattress while tears streamed down her face. Despite being absolutely wasted, her words held a deep truth, “Yes, you do. You hate me…and you know what the worst part is? I hate me too! Because I ruined the one good thing I fucking had…”

His heart ached at the sight of her crying, unable to bear her pain. He settled beside her on the bed, letting out a long breath, his hands gently cradling her face. “Stop saying that.” he instructed softly, using his thumb to wipe away a tear.

“You didn't ruin anything. You're just an idiot…” he reassured her quietly, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, though it was a challenge.

Y/N searched his gaze, sniffling softly. “But you’re ignoring me…you’ll never take me back…”

He sighed, shaking his head, his thumb gliding over her cheek. Her words were making this much more difficult than it already was. “I'm angry with you, not ignoring you…there's a difference.” he replied gently, his voice wavering slightly.

She sobbed again, shaking her head. “I don’t know why I let him kiss me…I don’t even like him…” she whispered.

He leaned in closer and enveloped her in his arms, guiding her to rest on his chest while he placed a soft kiss on the top of her head. He couldn't stay mad at her, not when she was crying like this. “Shhh…it's okay…” he muttered tenderly into her hair, cradling the back of her head.

She continued to cry against him, her hands gripping his shirt tightly.

“Stop crying…” Davin pleaded in a soft whisper.

“I never meant to hurt you. That’s the last thing I want…” she murmured into his chest, her breath hitching with sobs.

He nodded, rubbing her back as he held her close. Her voice was filled with such despair, and it shattered his heart into pieces. “I know…I know…” he replied, his fingers weaving through her hair.

After a long period of sobbing against his chest, her cries gradually transformed into quiet sniffles. Y/N shut her eyes for a brief moment, her voice soft and barely audible against him, “Davin…”

“Mhm?” he responded quietly, tightening his grip on her.

“I…I don’t feel good…”

He frowned slightly, aware that she was likely feeling nauseous after consuming so much alcohol. He let out a small sigh, rubbing her back tenderly.

“Well, that's what happens when you drink way too much.” he remarked.

She squinted her eyes, trying to suppress the nausea, but it was futile. She quickly turned away from him, leaning to the side and vomiting on the ground beside the bed, her body shaking from the force of it.

Davin immediately moved to hold her hair, pulling it back so it was out of her face. He grimaced, continuing to rub her back in comforting circles.

“Jesus, Y/N…”

Once she finished, she spoke softly in a hoarse voice, “I- I’m so sorry…”

He shook his head, letting out a small sigh as he wiped her mouth with the back of his hand.

“Don't apologize. Just go to sleep.”

He drew her close to his chest, wrapping both arms around her.

He observed her slumber for a brief period, his gaze examining her peaceful expression as she drifted into sleep. He felt stupid for remaining angry with her for so long. He released a soft sigh, pressing his face into her hair, while his arms pulled her a bit closer.

[elizamurphysworld]

HOT NEIGHBOUR

(Davin McDerby x Fem Reader) 18+

Part Five - Caught

Word Count: 3452

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, Voyeurism, Smut: P in V, Unprotected Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Masturbation, Fingering

After several hours of drinking, talking, and admiring the sunset, the stars emerged, painting the sky in a stunning scene. Y/N couldn’t erase the smile from her face as she gazed at the myriad of twinkling dots above them.

Davin observed her with a gentle expression, the stars reflecting in his eyes. He cherished her smile, wishing to etch that sight in his memory forever.

“You look beautiful like this.” he whispered softly.

She turned to face him, brushing a strand of hair from his face.

“I think I’m in love with you, Davin…”

His heart raced as he absorbed her words, the confession making his head spin. He reached up, tenderly taking the hand that had brushed his hair back and pressed it against his cheek.

“Say that again…please.” he pleaded, his voice filled with softness and hope.

She laughed lightly, glancing back up at the stars before whispering, “I think I’m in love…with you…”

A warm smile spread across Davin’s face as he listened to her confession, his eyes growing softer as the words resonated within him. He experienced a sudden surge of emotions. Giddiness, excitement, happiness, and the strangest sense of complete and utter peace.

“Can I tell you a secret?” he asked suddenly.

Y/N looked back at him, her thumb gliding over his cheek. “Is it that you’re in love with me too? Because that’s not a secret Davin. It’s quite obvious.”

He laughed softly, shaking his head at her response. He moved his body over hers, placing a tender kiss on her lips. "Hey, that was supposed to be my line.” he remarked.

She chuckled, her hands cradling his face.

“Right, sorry…what’s your secret Davin?”

He shut his eyes as she held his face, relishing the sensation of her touch against his skin. After a brief pause, he opened his eyes and locked onto her gaze, his voice sincere.

"I’m in love with you, Y/N Y/L/N.”

Even though she knew exactly what he was going to say, her smile only grew broader as she leaned in to capture his lips in a fervent kiss, her legs encircling his waist.

Davin melted into the kiss, his hands firmly grasping her hips as he drew her closer to him. "Fuck…" he murmured between kisses.

Y/N playfully bit his lower lip, tightening her legs around his waist. “You say that…but do you want to?” she asked seductively.

He groaned at her words, the idea of taking her right there, beneath the stars and with no one else around, caused his cock to twitch again.

"Fuck yes, I want to…" he replied in a gravelly voice.

She laughed softly, capturing his lips in yet another kiss, moaning into his mouth. Davin loved how the alcohol always made her bolder and shameless. He wasted no time, shifting his lips from her mouth to her neck, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses as his hand tugged down her bikini bottom.

She began to slowly grind her hips against his, feeling his erection through his swim shorts. “I need you inside me, Davin…” she whispered desperately as her hand slipped beneath his shorts, wrapping around his hard cock.

Davin groaned, his hips instinctively bucking into her hand, his breath catching in his throat. “Jesus, you’re so hot.”

He leaned back, lowering his shorts to reveal his erection, which was already leaking with precum. His impatience matched hers, and he was not going to wait.

Y/N quickly wrapped her legs around his waist again as he leaned down, positioning his cock at her entrance. “Yes, yes please Dav…” she murmured, releasing a loud moan of satisfaction as he sank into her.

He growled, feeling every inch of her cunt clench around his cock, designed to drive him wild. “Fuck, you feel so good…”

He leaned in, kissing along her neck, his hips moving slowly to prolong the pleasure as much as he could.

She smiled at the sensations, her nails digging into his back as she moaned into his ear, “Faster, Davin…please…”

Davin immediately responded to her request, quickening his pace as he thrust deeper and faster into her.

Y/N gasped in ecstasy, feeling the tip of his cock press against that sweet spot. “Oh yes! Just like that!!! Davin!” she cried out, tilting her head back.

He relished the sound of her calling his name like that. He maintained a rapid pace, thrusting into her while firmly gripping her hips, pulling her closer with each motion.

“Fuck, you're so tight.” he gasped.

She leaned forward, catching his lips in a hungry kiss, moaning into his mouth with every deep thrust. Davin responded tot he kiss with equal hunger, his hips continuing their rhythm. He sensed himself nearing the brink, her tightness around him making it increasingly difficult to hold back.

“Y/N…I’m gonna cum…” he quickly warned, his voice strained with effort.

Her nails scratched his back as she clung to him, preparing for her climax, when suddenly a bright light interrupted the moment. A flashlight was directed at them, accompanied by a man’s shout, “Hey! You two!”

Davin froze, his entire body tensing as the light blinded him. His grip on her hips tightened momentarily before he reluctantly withdrew and pulled his swim shorts back up.

Y/N hastily pulled her bikini bottoms back up, scrambling to her feet as the man approached. She didn’t have the money to pay a fine, and the alcohol in her system did not help with her ability to think clearly. So, she gathered her belongings at the speed of light and yelled over her shoulder, “Run, Dav!!!”

He was still in a slight state of shock, but it quickly faded when she yelled. His fight or flight response kicked in and he did as told, grabbing his belongings and swiftly running after her. He could hear the man shouting behind them, but didn’t pause to glance back.

They sprinted across the dunes, and Y/N couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation, feeling both breathless and tired. She continued running until the man was no longer in sight, then dropped to her knees in the sand, laughing heartily.

Davin fell to the ground beside her, also laughing and gasping for air. He couldn't believe what just happened. He glanced at Y/N, a grin of disbelief on his face.

“Holy fuck,” he muttered between ragged breaths.

She chuckled, taking a moment to regain her breath before slowly standing up, extending her hand towards him. “Come on. We really shouldn’t stay here.”

He took her hand, allowing her to help him to his feet. He winced slightly as he stood, his body aching from running with his erect cock. “Right, lets get out of here.” he responded, still out of breath.

Y/N giggled drunkenly as they strolled through the streets of Long Island at night, heading back to their dorms. Her arm was locked with his, both as a sign of affection and to keep her balance. Upon reaching his dorm, she collapsed onto his bed, utterly exhausted.

Davin couldn't help but gaze at her with a warm expression. He approached the bed and sat beside her. "You okay there?" he inquired, his tone gentle and teasing.

Her face was buried in one of his pillows, muffling her groans. “Mhm…I’m so tired…” she murmured into the fabric.

He chuckled softly, leaning back to lie next to her. He reached out, running a tender hand through her hair, massaging her scalp with his fingers. “Then sleep, luv. I like watching you sleep." he confessed quietly, admiring her sleepy form.

She shifted to lay on his chest, her legs tangling with his as she exhaled deeply.

“That’s both sweet and creepy…”

"Shut up." he replied, pulling her closer against him. He loved having her body nestled against him, relishing the sensation of her curled up in his embrace.

He smiled as her eyes fluttered shut, watching her drift off to sleep against him. "Goodnight, Y/N.” he whispered softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head before closing his own eyes and falling asleep with her in his arms.

 

At just 6 AM the following morning, Davin woke up to the sound of retching coming from the adjacent bathroom.

He gradually sat up, running his fingers through his disheveled hair before making his way to the bathroom. He gently knocked on the door, his voice laced with concern as he asked softly, "Hey…you okay in there?"

“Don’t open that door. I look terrible right now…I feel terrible too…” Y/N responded in a raspy voice.

He let out a soft chuckle at her response, resting his head against the bathroom door. “I doubt you ever look terrible.” he commented, unable to suppress his affectionate tone.

“Well I fucking do. God, I have to work later…”

Davin exhaled a brief sigh, feeling frustrated that she was in such a miserable state. “Can I come in for a second?” he asked, maintaining his soft and quiet tone.

Y/N sighed but eventually agreed, “Sure.”

He opened the door and stepped inside, the sight of her kneeling before the toilet causing his heart to ache. "Christ…" he muttered, kneeling down beside her.

“I warned you.”

Barely a second passed before she threw up again, her body trembling from the force of it.

Davin quickly reached forward and pulled her hair away from her face, holding it back.

"You drank way too much last night." he chided.

Y/N wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, frowning as she locked eyes with him, “So did you. How are you not hungover right now?”

He chuckled softly, shaking his head in amusement. "I have a higher alcohol tolerance than you, luv. I've been doing this longer than you." he responded with a teasing tone.

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes before leaning over the toilet again as another wave of nausea struck. Davin winced at the sight of her retching once more, wishing he could do something to make her feel better. Instead, he simply sat there, holding her hair back with one hand while rubbing soothing circles on her back with the other.

"Breathe." he whispered, hoping to help ease her nausea.

“Fuck, this isn’t fun anymore. How am I supposed to work like this?” Y/N murmured with a defeated tone.

He exhaled a sympathetic sigh, continuing to soothe her back with gentle strokes. "You can't work like this. You have to call in sick." he advised, concern evident in his tone.

She sighed, running a hand over her face. “I really need the money, Davin…”

He understood her concern, fully aware that money was tight for both of them. Yet he couldn’t bear to see her suffering like this.

“You'll get another shift…just rest today.” he assured her, his voice firm yet gentle.

As she looked back at him, a soft smile appeared on Y/N’s lips as she asked, “Can I stay here?”

He returned her smile, unable to deny how cute she looked despite being sick. “Of course you can.” he responded softly, the worry in his tone still evident.

“Okay. I’ll call in sick then…” she consented.

Davin helped her to her feet, keeping a supportive arm around her waist as he guided her towards his bed. “Come on, let's get you back to bed. You need to rest."

Y/N gradually settled into the bed, wrapping herself snugly in the covers while he went to fetch a bucket and some water. He returned swiflty, placing the bucket beside her side of the bed before sitting on the edge next to her. He then handed her the glass of water. "Here. Drink." he instructed while watching her with a tender expression.

She accepted the glass and took slow sips, setting it on the nightstand once she was done.

“Thank you, Dav. I feel bad for you…having to take care of me like this.”

He quickly shook his head, a faint smile gracing his lips. “You don't have to thank me. I don't mind taking care of you.”

He reached out and delicately tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, causing her eyes to flutter shut at his touch. He chuckled softly, enjoying how responsive she was to his caress. He continued to run his hand gently along her head, wanting to help soothe her to sleep. It worked surprisingly well, as only a few minutes later, Y/N was asleep once more.

After a moment of silence, Davin leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her forehead before lying back beside her and closing his own eyes.

 

Y/N slept uninterrupted for hours, only awakening again around 7 in the evening. She sat up slowly, feeling a throbbing headache and an empty stomach. “Fucking hell…” she muttered quietly to herself.

As she surveyed the room, she realized that Davin was no longer there. She carefully got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom with the intention to splash some cold water over her face. However, upon opening the door, her eyes landed on Davin jerking off, his eyes shut tight.

Unable to suppress a laugh, she spoke up, “You’re doing great.”

Davin's eyes widened at the sound of her voice, a mixture of surprise and mild embarrassment evident on his face. "Jesus Christ…knock, would ya?" he scolded, attempting to conceal the hint of sheepishness in his tone.

Y/N chuckled, stepping further into the bathroom and shutting the door behind her, leaning against it. “My bad. Go on…just pretend I’m not here…”

"You're just gonna stand there and watch?” he asked with slight surprise.

She nodded, tilting her head, “Unless you really want me to go?”

He slowly shook his head, a grin beginning to form on his lips. "Stay." he said quietly, his gaze locked onto her.

She smiled at his words, biting her lip as she watched him resume his actions. “What are you thinking about?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

He let out a soft groan, his hand moving more quickly in response to her question. He could hardly believe she actually didn’t know his thoughts.

"You…" he breathed.

She shook her head, “No, be more specific Davin. What am I wearing?”

“Nothing…” he replied without hesitation, his eyes wandering over her figure.

Y’/Ns smile grew wider at his answer, and she gradually began to remove her clothing, piece by piece.

“Like this?”

His breath hitched as he watched her strip, his hand moving even more quickly. He couldn't believe how exhilarating this was, how much it drove him wild.

“Fuck, yes…” he muttered hoarsely.

She stepped closer, positioning herself directly in front of him, her eyes locked onto his as she whispered in a sultry tone, “And what am I doing?”

His grip on himself tightened the moment she approached, eliciting another groan from deep within him. “Riding me…”

She took her lower lip between her teeth, taking his free hand and guiding it to her breast. Davin instinctively closed his eyes as he felt the softness of her skin beneath his palm, causing his head to spin.

“So soft…Jesus…” he murmured mindlessly, completely lost in the sensation. His hand squeezed gently, his breath coming in uneven gasps.

“Fuck me harder, Dav…” she moaned in his ear, eager to fuel his imagination.

He muttered curses under his breath, his voice rougher and deeper than ever as Y/N’s voice filled his ears. His hand moved increasingly faster, his breathing becoming heavier with each passing second.

Before he knew it, he was spilling his seed all over her stomach, a low groan tearing from his throat. Y/N glanced down at the beautiful sight, a smirk appearing on her lips. She ran her fingers over her coated stomach and brought them to her mouth, sucking them clean.

Davin continued to breathe heavily, observing her with half-lidded eyes. Catching his gaze, she raised a hand to move a strand of hair from his face.

“I think we could both use a shower.” she suggested with a smile.

He chuckled, nodding in agreement as he gradually regained his breath. She gently pulled him into the shower, turning on the water and allowing it to cascade down her body.

Davin watched intently, captivated by the way the water shimmered on her skin. "God, you're beautiful…" he murmured, his hands coming to rest on her hips.

Y/N’s hand slid to the back of his neck, drawing him close and capturing his lips in a slow, passionate kiss. He responded hungrily, his tongue immediately seeking entry into her mouth. He pushed her against the shower wall, their bodies pressed closely together, both slick and wet.

She emitted a gentle moan into the kiss, a thrill of anticipation coursing down her spine as she felt his hand cup her mound.

Davin grinned against her lips, his fingers immediately finding their way between her folds. He released a low groan at the sensation of her soaking pussy.

Her hips instinctively started grinding against his hand when he inserted a finger, seeking friction while her head tilted back, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

“Oh fuck, Davin…”

He smirked at the sound of his name on her lips, his desire intensifying in response. He pushed another finger in, starting to pump them in and out of her wet cunt at a steady pace.

"You say my name so pretty like that.” he murmured, his voice thick with longing. The steam from the shower enveloped them, the warmth in the confined space heightening his lustful haze.

“But can you make me scream it?” she challenged, her legs quivering slightly under his touch.

He growled, his fingers moving more rapidly in response to her challenge. Leaning in closely, his lips grazed the shell of her ear as he whispered, "Oh, I'll make you scream it…loud enough for the whole building to hear."

“I hope that’s a promise…”

Davin chuckled lowly, his fingers curling perfectly inside her as he pressed the heel of his palm against her clit. "Promise." he declared, his voice rough with desire. He wouldn’t let her go until he heard every last scream from those pretty lips.

Y/N gasped in pleasure, her hips grinding against his hand, yearning for that blissful release. “Oh fuck…yes…”

"You're close, luv. I can feel it." he murmured, his lips trailing to her neck, where he began to suck and bite at the sensitive skin. He could feel the tension building within her, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. His fingers began to move faster, more forcefully, passionately.

Y/N fought hard to restrain herself, to prevent him from winning so easily, but it was futile. She was already aroused from earlier, and this was the final straw. Clutching his shoulders tightly, her nails digging into his skin, she moaned loudly as she came around his fingers. “Fuck! Oh my god!”

He let out a deep, satisfied groan as she climaxed around his fingers, her body clenching tightly around them. But he didn’t slow down, not in the slightest. He hadn’t heard his name from her lips yet, and he was determined to continue until he did.

Her legs trembled as he continued to stimulate her, her body feeling faint for a brief moment. It was only when she felt as though she could no longer breathe that she cried out, shouting his name, “Davin!!! Fuck!”

A pleased smirk appeared on his face, and it was only then that he gradually slowed his fingers until they finally came to a stop.

"I keep my word, luv." he murmured, gently nipping at her neck once more before withdrawing his fingers from her exhausted core.

Y/N was panting, clinging to him tightly because if she didn’t, she feared she would collapse. Her legs were shaking too violently. She was breathless, spent, yet completely satisfied. “Holy shit, Davin…”

He chuckled, a surge of confidence flooding through him. He loved seeing her like this, utterly wrecked and still trembling from pure pleasure. "Looks like I was successful. As always." he purred, his arm looping around her waist to prevent her from stumbling.

She laughed breathlessly at his words, leaning against him. It took her some time to catch her breath, but Davin remained patient. When she finally felt a sense of composure, she gradually lifted her gaze to meet his, cupping his cheek.

“I love you…”

His smirk quickly transformed into a more sincere expression, his heart swelling at her declaration. He leaned into her caress, placing a tender kiss on her forehead.

"I love you too. More than I should." he admitted quietly, something he wouldn’t say if he wasn't completely sure of it.

[elizamurphysworld]

HOT NEIGHBOUR

(Davin McDerby x Fem Reader) 18+

Part Four - Hot and Cold

Word Count: 3760

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, Smut: Oral (M Receiving)

A few days went by, and Y/N finally had a day off from work. She had spent the night in Davin’s dorm and only woke up around noon.

Davin was already awake, smoking a cigarette and watching an old tape on the small television across the room. He smiled the moment he noticed her stir, his gaze shifting from the TV to her.

“Morning, sleepyhead” he said with a cheeky smirk, his free hand reaching out to gently tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

A soft smile graced her lips, “Morning handsome…how long have you been up, huh?” she asked in a drowsy tone.

He chuckled softly, the sound of her sleepy voice causing his heart to flutter. “I woke up hours ago, luv. I've been letting you sleep.” he clarified, his eyes fixed on her as he took another drag from his cigarette.

“You should’ve woken me up.”

Y/N shifted her body on top of his, her legs straddling his waist while her chest pressed against his.

The sensation of her body against his made Davin’s breath hitch, his hands instinctively moving to her waist and drawing her closer. He smiled, his fingers gliding over the exposed skin of her back. He cherished moments like this, simply being with her, feeling her body pressed against his.

“I know…but you looked so peaceful, I didn't want to wake you.”

She took the cigarette from his mouth and placed a soft kiss on his lips instead, before taking a drag. “Mhm…I did sleep really good…”

“I know, you would’ve slept through a fucking tornado.” he joked, observing as she released a puff of smoke into the air.

Y/N laughed, nodding in agreement. “In your arms? Yeah, I probably would’ve.” she responded, returning the cigarette to his lips before sitting up, “But I’m up now…and I don’t want to waste my free day sitting in bed.”

He took another drag, the feeling of her gaze upon him making him shiver. He exhaled the smoke slowly, forcing his voice to remain steady as he spoke, “And what do you suggest we do instead?”

She shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t know, we could go to the beach. I brought a bikini and I don’t want it sitting in my suitcase for two months…”

Davin immediately brightened at her suggestion, his smirk returning with full intensity. He was excited about the idea of seeing Y/N in a bikini.

“Now that sounds like a plan…”

He leaned forward slightly, pressing another quick kiss against her lips before pulling back with a grin. She rolled her eyes in response, shaking her head.

“You agree, huh? What a surprise…” she muttered, ruffling his hair before getting up to gather her clothes.

He laughed, playfully swatting her hand away. His eyes followed her, admiring her movements as she dressed, trying to conceal just how much the thought of seeing her in a swimsuit was turning him on.

He sat up, extinguishing the cigarette before speaking, “What can I say? I like the idea of you in a bikini…”

Y/N scoffed at his words, “I have no trouble believing that…”

Walking over to him, she pressed a quick kiss to his lips, “I’ll get some things from my dorm. Be ready when I get back.” she instructed, giving his cheek a playful pat.

He smirked while she walked away, watching the sway of her hips until she disappeared from view. Rising from the bed, he stretched slightly before selecting a fresh pair of swim trunks and putting them on, also finding a shirt to wear.

 

About 10 minutes later, as Davin was placing some beer bottles into a bag, he heard a few knocks on his door. When he opened it, he was greeted by the sight of Y/N dressed in one of his larger shirts, which she was using as a short dress. It was a size or two too big for her smaller frame and sat just a little below her ass.

“Ready?”

He nodded, doing his best to look anywhere other than her beautiful legs. “Yeah-yeah I'm ready…”

“What’s in the bag?” she asked, nodding towards it.

He blinked, momentarily dazed by her presence before lifting the bag slightly higher for her to peek inside. “Just some beer. I figured we might as well enjoy ourselves while at the beach.” he replied, his tone smooth and teasing.

Her smile quickly widened, “I love your spirit…come on!” she exclaimed, taking his hand and pulling him along.

He laughed at her excitement, trailing closely behind. He couldn't resist admiring how his shirt draped over her body. He was already imagining how much worse it would be when he actually saw her in that bikini.

 

The sun was shining down on them as they approached the beach, where several families and couples were scattered across the sand. There was a certain energy to the air, carefree and easy. He scanned the beach, searching for a place to set down their stuff when he noticed a secluded spot nestled between the dunes.

“Is there a reason you chose a spot with no one else around?” Y/N questioned with a knowing smile, chuckling softly.

Davin grinned as he placed the bag down, retrieving a beer. He glanced at their surroundings, pleased that the area was private enough to shield them from any unwanted eyes.

“Yeah…a reason or two…” he said casually, a smirk dancing on his lips.

She rolled her eyes, folding her arms across her chest. “Well in that case I’m gonna need that beer already.”

He laughed softly, removing the cap before handing it to her. His eyes continued to wander over her figure, unable to resist admiring how his shirt fit her.

Y/N chugged the entire bottle, throwing the empty bottle into the sand before pulling the shirt over her head. She wore a white bikini that left very little to the imagination.

Davin’s jaw dropped once the shirt was removed. He was completely caught off guard, his eyes widening as the remaining words became lodged in his throat. He stood there, completely stunned by the vision of her in the revealing bikini. His gaze raked over her body, absorbing every inch of her skin.

“Jesus Christ…” he muttered, stepping closer.

She couldn’t help but laugh as she glanced back at him, raising her hand to close his mouth.

“What? You’ve seen me naked before.”

He appeared somewhat dazed, struggling to articulate any words for a brief moment, before finally responding in a rough voice, “I know…but seeing you in this…fuck…”

“Am I turning you on too much?” she replied with a chuckle.

“You have no idea…” he murmured, feeling his cock grow in his shorts.

Y/N’s voice dropped to a teasing whisper, “If you behave I’ll suck your cock later.”

His eyes widened and he inhaled sharply, his cock growing even harder. The mere thought of her lips around him set a fire in his stomach. He emitted a low growl, closing the distance between them and grasping her hips.

“Behave huh? You have no idea how hard that is with you looking like that.”

“Maybe not. But I have an idea how hard you are…” she whispered, squeezing his groin through his swim shorts before stepping back, “Now, let’s swim!”

Without waiting for a reply, she ran across the beach towards the ocean. Davin watched her run with a hungry gaze, her ass swaying seductively beneath that tiny bikini.

“Fuck…” he muttered to himself before finishing the rest of his beer and sprinting after her.

She gasped as the cold water touched her feet, the cool water lapping gently at her legs. Davin wrapped his arms around her from behind and lifted her up as he carried her further into the water. He pressed a soft kiss against her neck, murmuring, “Now you're in trouble…”

She gasped once more as another cold wave crashed against her stomach.

“Holy fuck it’s cold!”

He chuckled, tightening his hold on her as he waded further into the ocean. The water was undeniably cold, but seeing Y/N’s reaction made him forget about it.

“Yeah, but worth it.” he replied in a teasing tone, pulling her closer.

She laughed and giggled as he carried her deeper and deeper into the water, until it reached their chests. “Okay okay stop! Stop!” she yelled.

He grinned at her protest, the sensation of her wet body pressed against his making it nearly impossible to release her. “What's the matter? Can't handle a little cold water?” he teased.

“It’s so cold! Davin let me go! You win!”

She wriggled free from his hold, her feet touching the ocean floor. Turning around, her body faced his. “You’re a dick, you know that?”

Davin laughed at her response, his eyes scanning her wet body as the white bikini clung to her skin.

“Oh, don't be such a baby.” he said with a smirk, lifting her once more as his hands firmly gripped her ass, “You'll warm up soon enough…”

Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, her eyes directed down at him. “Is this what you call ‘behaving’?”

“No…but you didn't really expect me to behave all day with you looking like that, did you?”

She shrugged her shoulders, twirling a strand of his hair with her finger. “I thought you’d want me to suck your cock. But I won’t do it if you keep acting like a jerk.”

He growled at her words, pressing his forehead against hers as he struggled to keep himself in check. “Fuck…you're evil for that.” he whispered.

Y/N responded with a gentle kiss on his nose, “A deal is a deal, Dav…” she answered quietly.

He sighed, his grip on her ass tightening. He was completely at her mercy, his cock throbbing painfully in his swim trunks.

“Fine. I'll behave. But only because I want to see you on your knees later.”

A smile spread across her face, “That’s the spirit…” she replied before capturing his lips in a tender kiss.

Davin groaned into the kiss, relishing the sensation of her soft lips against his. He tightened his hold on her before allowing himself to fall backward, pulling her down with him. The cold water immediately enveloped them as they plunged beneath the surface.

She quickly resurfaced, her breaths heavy due to the freezing temperature. She wiped the water from her face, realizing that Davin hadn’t come up yet.

“Dav? Davin!”

He remained under the water for a few more seconds before jumping up, splashing water onto her face.

Y/N yelped, attempting to protect herself from the cold water with her arms. Locking eyes with him, she raised her voice, “You asshole! I thought you were drowning!”

He started laughing again, moving closer to her. “You worry about me…”

She scoffed, rolling her eyes, “No, I don’t. I was just…just…” she began, suddenly at a loss for words.

His hands settled on her waist as he lowered his voice, “Worried?”

With a reluctant sigh, she conceded, “Fine. I was worried okay? Now shut up…”

He chuckled softly, feeling a flutter in his heart at the thought of her concern for him. He lifted a hand to her chin, tilting her head up to meet his gaze.

“You're cute when you don't want to admit you care.”

“You always think I’m cute.” she countered.

He grinned, his eyes never leaving hers as he gently brushed a wet strand of hair away from her face. “That's because you are…all the fucking time.”

Unable to suppress a laugh, she leaned in to kiss him. Yet, at the last moment, she pulled back, splashing water onto his face instead. “That’s for being a bully…”

He gasped, wiping the water from his face before shooting her a playful glare. “Oh yeah?”

Davin lunged forward, grabbing her waist and tackling her into the water. Y/N screamed as the cold ocean water enveloped them once again. They both resurfaced, but she quickly climbed onto his back, wrapping her legs around his waist.

He stumbled slightly, caught off guard, but quickly regained his balance, his hands rising to grasp her thighs.

She leaned her head on his shoulder, placing a kiss on his cheek. “You taste salty…” she murmured softly.

He smirked, his voice dropping to a low whisper, “I wonder why…”

With a soft chuckle, her hands began to tenderly stroke his chest as he waded through the water, carrying Y/N on his back.

After an entire hour of teasing in the water, a cold breeze began to blow, causing her lips to turn blue.

Davin noticed the change in her appearance, his expression transforming into one of concern. He instantly drew her closer to him, trying to shield her from the wind.

“Fuck…you're freezing.” he remarked, his voice tinged with worry as he wrapped an arm around her waist and started walking back to the shore.

“I’m fine. It’s just a bit of wind.” she replied, following him as they made their way back to the beach. 

He cast her a disapproving glance, his hold on her tight. “Bullshit. You're shivering.” he stated firmly, guiding her to the spot where they had left their belongings.

She offered him a grateful smile when he wrapped a towel around her body, gently rubbing her arms. “Thank you, Davin…”

He observed her as she tightened the towel around herself, his heart aching at the sight.

“No need to thank me, luv. I just don't want you to get sick.”

Y/N smiled softly as she settled onto the sand, still warm from the sun. “Right…because if I’m sick I can’t suck you off?” she asked in a teasing tone.

He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. Sitting down beside her, he ran a hand through his damp hair. “I was gonna say because I care, but sure.”

Her gaze softened at his words. She inched closer, leaning her towel-clad body against him. He wrapped an arm around her waist in return, drawing her nearer. His body instantly relaxed as she nestled against him, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the sun warm her skin.

“I had a lot of fun today, Dav. Thank you…” she murmured.

He couldn't suppress a smile as she expressed her gratitude. He wrapped his other arm around her, completely enveloping her in his arms. “I'm glad you had fun…me too.” he responded softly, allowing his fingers to trace soft patterns on her bare back.

She buried her face into his neck, her voice muffled, “This was the best way to spend my day off…”

Davin’s lips brushed against her forehead, placing a tender kiss there. He was completely lost in the moment, feeling warmth from both the sun and Y/N’s presence.

“Best way, yeah.” he replied, almost hesitant.

Noticing the subtle hesitation in his voice, she pulled back slightly. “Something’s bothering you…”

He exhaled deeply, her perception being both impressive and annoying. He averted his gaze, his voice dropping to a whisper. “It's nothing. It's stupid.”

Y/N quickly shook her head, grasping his chin and forcing him to look into her eyes as she spoke, “I’m sure it isn’t. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but I want you to know that you can, okay?”

He stared into her eyes for a brief moment, his expression soft and vulnerable. The way she looked at him caused his heart to ache.

“Promise you won't think I'm pathetic?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

She firmly shook her head again. “I promise.”

He paused momentarily, his fingers tracing the edge of her towel.

“I don't want these two months to end…I don't want this to end.”

Y/N released a soft sigh in response, her thumb caressing his cheek. “I don’t want this to end either Davin…but you know we’ll both have to go our own ways.”

He chuckled bitterly, his fingers curling into the towel as he struggled against the lump rising in his throat. “Yeah, I know. But fuck…that doesn't make it hurt any less.” he replied, his voice cracking slightly.

Y/N leaned her forehead against his, “I know…so let’s just enjoy our time together, yeah?” she whispered gently.

Closing his eyes, he leaned into her touch. The warmth of her forehead against his provided comfort in a way he couldn't explain.

“Yeah, let's just enjoy it.” he answered with a tone of resignation, yet a flicker of hope remained that maybe, something would change.

She smiled warmly, pressing a soft kiss to his nose before murmuring, “I did make a promise before…and I keep my word.”

Davin’s eyes widened the moment he realized what she was hinting at. A slow grin spread across his lips as he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper, “Oh yeah? And here I was thinking I'd have to wait until we got back.”

“I might be evil, but not that evil…though we might have to move further into the dunes…”

He chuckled, his thoughts occupied with nothing but her lips around him as he stood up, extending a hand toward her. “No complaints here, luv.”

She smirked, accepting his hand as they strolled towards a more secluded area within the dunes.

After a brief walk, Davin stopped. “This should work…” he said before facing her.

Y/N was already getting on her knees, tying her hair. The mere sight of her caused his cock to harden again. 

She gently grasped the back of his thighs, drawing him closer to her face. “Tell me what you want…” she whispered, gazing up at him.

“I want your lips on me…” he replied, his voice slightly raspy with longing.

She beamed at his response, her fingers hooking into his swim shorts, tugging them down. His erection sprung free, standing proudly.

“Oh, you really want it…”

He groaned, the sensation of her fingers on his skin causing a familiar tingle. “You have no idea…” he murmured, his eyes fixed on her.

With a light chuckle, she took hold of his cock, stroking it softly. “How long has it been? Since someone sucked you off?”

His breath caught the moment she began to stroke him, her touch driving him wild. The question caught him off guard, yet he attempted to answer while still coherent, “Jesus…too long.”

“That’s good. Makes you more sensitive.”

Suddenly, she traced her tongue along his base, eliciting a sharp gasp from him. His fingers tangled into her hair as he fought to maintain his balance.

“Fuck-“ he muttered, his breathing uneven.

Y/N grinned at his reaction, tracing the tip with her tongue while maintaining eye contact. Her hands returned to gently grasp his thighs, anchoring him in place.

He groaned once more, his legs nearly giving way to the overwhelming sensations. He was trying, and failing, to keep himself under control. “Jesus Christ, luv…"

She gradually wrapped her lips around his shaft, taking more of him into her mouth.

His hips twitched slightly, a shaky breath escaping his lips. He was making an effort to remain still, not wanting to choke her, but the feeling of her lips on him was nearly unbearable.

Her tongue swirled around him, teasing him, her eyes fluttering shut as she moved further, taking him fully.

He released a loud groan, his body shuddering. His grip on her hair tightened, struggling not to thrust into her mouth. Y/N eventually slowly pulled back, her gaze lifting to meet his.

“You don’t need to be so gentle, Davin. I can take it…”

He hesitated for a moment, his body trembling with the effort to restrain himself. “Fuck, you sure?” he asked in a rough and desperate voice.

She nodded slowly, then returned to taking him into her mouth once more, drawing another loud groan from him.

Davin couldn't hold back any longer. His hips started to move gently as he slowly thrust into her mouth. She released a soft moan in reply, her eyes closing as she hollowed her cheeks, allowing him to guide her head.

He growled at the sensation of her cheeks hollowing around him, his thrusts becoming more controlled. “Fuck, you're perfect.” he muttered breathlessly.

Y/N could feel the head of his cock pressing against the back of her throat, nearly causing her to gag. Nevertheless, her tongue continued to swirl around him, her fingers digging into his thighs.

The sensations were driving his pleasure through the roof. Each swirl of her tongue brought him closer to the brink, his body tensing slightly. “Y/N-“

His fingers tightened in her hair once more. He tried to pull back, not wanting to release down her throat unless she wanted it, but the feeling of her mouth on him was overwhelming.

“Fuck…I'm gonna cum…” he warned between loud pants.

Those words only encouraged her to increase her pace. She hollowed her cheeks again, bringing him closer to his peak. She wasn’t going to stop until she had a taste of him.

“Y/N…please…” he growled, his eyes squeezing shut.

She moaned around him, the vibrations sending him over the edge. He let out a loud groan as he came, his hips stuttering. His grip on her hair tightened further as he released into her mouth. “Fuck!” he gasped, breathless.

She swallowed every drop, the taste of his essence coating every part of her mouth.

Davin’s hold on her hair finally loosened as he looked down, witnessing the result of her actions. He breathed heavily, overwhelmed by the intensity of his release.

“Jesus…”

Y/N gradually pulled back, showing him the remnants of his cum on her tongue before swallowing that as well.

“You're so fucking hot.” he murmured, pulling her up from her knees into a passionate kiss. He could taste himself on her tongue, and the thought drove him wild.

She smiled against his lips, wrapping her arms around him as she returned the kiss with equal passion. Davin ultimately ended the kiss with a gasp, resting his forehead against hers. “You’re so good at that.”

“Thank you.” she replied with a laugh, giving him another brief kiss on the lips before reaching down to pull his swim shorts back up, “We should stay here until it’s dark. I want to see the stars.”

“Yeah, let's stay.” he agreed, pulling her closer to him once again.

[elizamurphysworld]

HOT NEIGHBOUR

(Davin McDerby x Fem Reader) 18+

Part Three - Idiots

Word Count: 3345

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, Smut: P in V, Oral (F Receiving)

By the time Davin woke up, Y/N had already left. She had gone off to work, making sure not to disturb him as she quietly exited his dorm.

Davin let out an exhausted sigh, looking around with weary eyes. He felt a pang of disappointment when noticing she wasn’t there, but he understood.

He lingered in bed for a moment, mentally revisiting the events of the previous night. It had been wonderful to hold her close, to feel her body nestled against his, and to listen to her gentle breathing. All he desired was to experience that moment once more.

 

When Y/N returned later that day, she was already smoking a cigarette while walking up the stairs.

Davin had been doing nothing except waiting for her to come back, and when he saw her, he immediately called out with a smirk on his lips, “Finally decided to come home, huh? I was getting bored without you…”

She chuckled, “Yeah? Well I’m here now, rescuing you from boredom.”

He let out a gentle laugh, amused by her playful retort. Reaching out, he took her free hand and pulled her closer, wrapping an arm around her waist.

“It's about time…” he teased softly.

Y/N smiled and leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder as she replied, “Missed me that much, mhm?”

He nodded, resting his head against hers and nuzzling into her hair. “Don't act like you didn't miss me too.” he retorted, his voice soft and playful.

“Mhm maybe…” she murmured.

Davin let out a light scoff and gently pinched her side. “Maybe? Oh come on, I know you did.” he teased softly, his thumb tracing small circles on her hip.

She laughed softly at his pinch, giving in, “Alright alright, I missed you too…happy now?”

A victorious smile spread across his lips upon hearing her admission. It brought him a level of satisfaction he was reluctant to acknowledge.

“Mhm, quite happy.”

She exhaled a soft sigh, taking a slow drag of her cigarette. They both remained quiet for a brief moment, relishing the sensation of being in each other's arms. Eventually, Davin broke the silence, unable to refrain himself from speaking his thoughts, “God, you look so fucking hot right now…” he mumbled softly, his arm on her waist tightening further.

She grinned at his compliment, teasingly blowing the smoke from her cigarette into his face.

“Stop it…”

He squinted his eyes, letting out an exaggerated cough, “Hey, watch it!” he warned, his hold on her remaining firm despite his words. He was secretly enjoying this, loving every second she teased and toyed with him.

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, her gaze drifting back to the city illuminated at night.

He let out another soft sigh, resting his chin on top of her head and closing his eyes for a moment, savouring the sensation of having her so near.

“This is nice…” he whispered quietly into her hair.

However, she responded with a resigned sigh. “Yeah, it is…”

Slightly taken aback by the trace of defeat in her tone, he reached out to gently lift her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. His thumb gently traced her jawline as he looked into her eyes, his own expression a blend of curiosity and tenderness. “You sound almost disappointed about that.”

She searched his gaze, her voice tinged with vulnerability as she answered, “I am…I hate knowing this is only temporary…”

He could hear the hint of sadness in her voice, and it tugged at his heart in a way he wasn't expecting. His fingers continued to caress her jaw, his voice dropping to a softer, almost whisper-like tone, “What do you mean, temporary?”

“I-I’m not staying here Davin…I leave again in two months…” she responded quietly, as if the words could shatter him.

His grip on her loosened just a fraction, his heart sinking within his chest at the revelation. Nevertheless, he tried to maintain his composure, not wanting to reveal how much this news had affected him. “Two months?” he questioned with a slight tremble in his voice.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve told you when we met…I just never expected to get this close to someone…” Y/N explained, one of her hands coming up to rest over his. 

Davin inhaled deeply, attempting to suppress the surge of disappointment and pain he was experiencing. He had grown attached to her, more than he was willing to admit, and learning that she would be leaving in two months felt like a stab to the chest.

Forcing a small smile, he hoped she wouldn't notice just how much her revelation affected him.

“It's alright. It's not your fault.”

“We can stop this if you want…maybe it’s for the best, you know?” she suggested, although the idea of ending it shattered her heart.

He scoffed at her proposal, his hold on her tightening once more. He could hardly believe she was genuinely considering ending this before it had even started. His tone was resolute, tinged with a mix of frustration and sorrow, “No…no I don't want that.”

Y/N rested her forehead against his chest, her eyes fluttering shut. “I don’t know if I can continue, Davin…”

His heart ached at both her words and the way she leaned into him. He knew she was conflicted, caught between the desire to protect her own feelings and enjoying the two months they had left.

He remained quiet for a brief moment, his arms embracing her more tightly. Finally, he spoke, his tone gentle and vulnerable, “I know it's probably a bad idea and I'll end up getting hurt but…I still want this, I still want you.”

She released a trembling sigh as she looked up at him. “Are you sure? You can think about it…” she murmured softly.

He held her gaze, knowing that if he really thought about it, he would realise how bad this idea was. And he couldn't bring himself to listen to common sense.

He slightly shook his head, both hands cradling her face, making sure her eyes remained locked with his.

“I don't need to think about it. I'm sure.”

Y/N searched his eyes for a second longer before leaning in and capturing his lips in a tender kiss. Davin quickly responded to her kiss, pouring all his emotions into it, trying to convey just how deeply he cared, despite the challenges they faced.

Her hands travelled up his back, holding him close as the kiss intensified, their tongues tangled in a passionate dance.

He emitted a gentle groan into her mouth, his fingers digging into her hips. The way she drew him closer sent a surge of desire straight through him, his pants starting to feel uncomfortably tight. His hands shifted from her waist to tangle in her hair as he deepened the kiss even further, his tongue sliding against hers with a sense of urgency.

When the kiss eventually broke, Y/N met his icy gaze, her fingers softly caressing his cheek. “Why do you have to be so fucking hot…”

He chuckled lightly at her remark, his hands moving to tenderly cradle her face. He gazed into her eyes, amusement and affection evident in his expression.

“Because it's more fun that way…” he teased before placing another brief kiss on her lips.

She chuckled against his lips, a gentle smile appearing on her face as he withdrew. She stared deeply into his eyes for a moment before taking his hand and leading him to her dorm.

A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. He had a clear idea of where this was headed, and he was entirely on board.

Once Y/N unlocked the door, she ushered him into her room and made him sit on the bed.

“Stay.”

He raised an eyebrow at her command but complied without hesitation, settling onto the bed as instructed. His smirk remained in place, his eyes never leaving hers. “Bossy again tonight.” he commented, his fingers drumming against the mattress beside him.

She scoffed while she closed and locked the door. “Oh shut up…I know you love it…” she countered, gradually approaching him and removing her shirt along the way.

Davin leaned back, his eyes wandering over her bare chest. He felt his cock twitch and swell beneath the fabric of his trousers, his words escaping him in a low murmur, “Damn right I do…”

She halted in front of him, her hand delicately lifting his chin.

“Are you gonna listen to your boss?”

He met her gaze, his eyes hungry and full of lust. He loved seeing her take charge, it made his heart race faster than ever. “Mhm…yes ma'am.” he answered obediently, his hands remaining on the bed, resisting the urge to reach out for her.

Y/N bit her lip, her hands starting to unbutton her pants.

His gaze tracked her every movement, his hands twitching at his sides, yearning to reach out and touch her. “Fuck…” he muttered under his breath.

As her pants and underwear slipped down to her ankles, she placed her hands on his shoulders, gently pushing him back. He released a soft breath, his body willingly laying back on the mattress. His hands clenched into fists, struggling to contain his desire.

Without saying a word, she shifted forward, positioning her cunt directly above his face.

“I want you to eat me out until I come. Can you do that for me?” she asked while gazing down at him through half-lidded eyes.

He groaned at her request, his hands rising to grasp her hips, anchoring her above him. He met her gaze, his eyes already clouded with longing.

“Jesus…I can do that, luv…” he whispered, his voice already hoarse and thick with arousal.

Y/N grinned at his words, one of her fingers trailing down and running through her folds. Davin's eyes were fixated on the sight of her fingers parting herself for him. His breath hitched, his eyes absorbing every little detail.

“Fuck…” he murmured quietly before leaning in, tracing his tongue along her folds.

She emitted a soft moan, one of her hands clutching the headboard. “Keep going…” she encouraged.

He groaned, eagerly lapping up her arousal. From the taste alone, he could sense just how turned on she was for him. He was determined to not disappoint, his tongue exploring every inch of her sensitive flesh.

Y/N instinctively started to slowly grind her hips on his face, a gasp escaping her throat as she felt his tongue invade her hole, his nose bumping against her clit. She quickly grasped the headboard with both hands, moaning, “Fuck…keep going…”

He let out a muffled growl, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her thighs, holding her steady. His tongue thrust deeper inside her before curling and pressing down on that sweet spot, drawing a gasp from her.

Her hips began to grind faster on his face, louder moans leaving her parted lips.

“Yes…yes…oh fuck…Davin…”

Davin looked up at her face, feeling something stir inside of him at the sight of her expression. He sensed himself becoming addicted, his name sounding amazing when she gasped it that way.

He grabbed her hips firmly and pulled her even closer, his tongue moving faster, aiming to drive her wild. And it was working. Y/N could already feel her orgasm approach rapidly, her arms trembling slightly as she clung tightly to the headboard.

“Fuck! I’m close…” she breathed, her voice quivering.

He grinned at her words, the sound of her voice causing his own cock to swell to an almost painful degree. He was determined to make her come on his face, to taste all of her.

“Come for me…” he mumbled against her pussy, his tongue pushing against that sensitive spot once more.

She nodded, grinding faster as she chased her release, losing all control when his nose rubbed her clit again. Finally, her head tilted back as her orgasm struck, a loud moan echoing in the room, “Yes! Oh god Dav…fuck!”

Davin loved the way she clenched around his tongue, her orgasm overwhelming him with her flavor. He savored every last drop, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her closer to his face as if he wished to remain there forever.

“Fuck…you taste so good…”

Y/N rode out her pleasure before glancing down at him with satisfied eyes, her voice breathless, “Fuck, Davin…”

He appeared slightly intoxicated by her taste, his eyes hazy with longing and his lips wet and glistening. He maintained a strong grip on her hips, keeping her right where he wanted her to be.

With a satisfied grin, he leaned back slightly and spoke in a deep, gravelly tone, “Come here…”

Y/N laughed as he suddenly flipped her over, crawling on top of her. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, her gaze fixed on him.

He smirked down at her, taking in the sight of her lying underneath him. There was something about having her like this, all to himself, that filled him with an emotion he couldn’t name yet.

One of his hands glided up her thigh, his touch light and teasing. “You look good underneath me…”

She smiled at his words, her hand descending to cup the bulge in his pants.

“You like me better this way, don’t you? All yours to take…”

He exhaled sharply, his hips instinctively pushing forward into her touch. “Yeah…fuck yeah I do…” he groaned, pressing his erection against her hand.

With her free hand, she drew him into a passionate kiss. She murmured softly against his lips, “I want you…inside me…”

Davin groaned into her mouth, his hands immediately moving to undo his pants. “Fuck…” he mumbled against her lips as he lifted himself slightly, quickly retrieving a condom wrapper from his pocket and tearing it open with his teeth.

The sight of his rushed movements made her chuckle. “Who’s eager now?” she teased.

He shot her a smirk while rolling the condom over his erect cock, his eyes dark and filled with desire as he spoke in a low, gravelly tone, “You have no idea…”

Leaning down, he captured her lips in another kiss as he slowly pressed the head into her cunt, stretching her open.

Y/N moaned into the kiss at the sensation, her legs instinctively tightening around him.

Davin emitted a low growl as he bottomed out inside her, his hands firmly grasping her hips. He relished the sensation of her warmth enveloping him, tight and perfect.

His lips moved from hers to her jawline, pausing at her ear as he whispered, “Fuck…you feel so good.”

She tilted her head back, “Fuck, Davin…”

He let out a deep breath, his body trembling slightly as he held himself still inside her. He could sense her walls tightening around him, and it took everything in him not to start moving immediately.

“Tell me,” he murmured, his voice rough and strained against her ear, “Tell me what you want.”

She grinned, locking eyes with him before whispering teasingly, “I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk straight tomorrow…”

He could not suppress the low moan that escaped him, her words and the way she whispered them in his ear nearly drove him to the edge. “You don't know what you're asking for.” he cautioned, his fingers once again digging into her hips.

However, Y/N lowered her voice further, her tone taking on a defiant edge, “Can’t handle me?”

Her challenge sent a surge of desire coursing through him. He hated being challenged like this, yet he loved the opportunity to prove just how much he could take. His hands shifted from her hips to grasp the headboard behind her as his hips snapped forward with force.

“You want me to wreck you?”

A deep groan escaped his lips as he pulled back slightly before slamming into her once more. Y/N gasped loudly but couldn’t wipe the smile from her face, her hands clutching his shoulders tightly.

“Yes! Fuck yes!” she moaned, arching her back.

His grip on the headboard tightened, his knuckles turning white as he lost himself in the rhythm of their bodies colliding. He could feel every inch of her around him, and it was driving him insane. “Fuck, Y/N…” he gasped between thrusts.

The bed started shaking violently, creaking with each powerful thrust he delivered. Her nails sank into his shoulders, a blend of pain and intense pleasure coursing through her body.

Davin was beyond the ability to think clearly, reduced to nothing more than a man possessed by his desires. His pace increased, the sound of skin slapping against skin resonating throughout her dorm.

She gasped and moaned loudly enough for the entire building to hear, the sensation of him buried deep inside her overwhelming. Hearing her loud moans only fuelled his actions. He wanted everyone to witness the immense pleasure he was giving her, and how desperately his body craved hers. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a desperate, passionate kiss before withdrawing with a shaky groan.

“God, you're so beautiful…”

She pulled him back down, reclaiming his lips and moaning into his mouth. She could feel his cock swelling and twitching inside her, her walls clenching around him.

Davin swallowed her moans, his tongue exploring her mouth as he surrendered to pleasure. The way her body clung to him, the way her cunt pulled him in, begging for more, it was all driving him to the brink of madness. The heat building between them felt almost suffocating.

“I can't get enough of you,” he murmured against her mouth, “I need you. I need everything…”

Y/N nodded quickly, her mind clouded as another orgasm washed over her. “Oh fuck…Dav…Davin!” she cried out, her legs quivering.

He could feel the intensity build within him as he watched her fall apart beneath him, his own body trembling on the edge of release. “Oh god…oh god…”

His nails nearly splintered the headboard as he climaxed, burying his cock as deep as humanly possible.

He collapsed on top of her, his body completely drained. His breathing was labored and his heart raced in his chest.

“Jesus…” he groaned softly, his arms barely having enough strength to prevent himself from crushing her.

Y/N chuckled breathlessly in response, “Fuck Dav, that was…intense…” she whispered between pants.

He released a faint chuckle, still battling to regain his breath as he rolled off of her. He could feel the sweat sticking to his skin and the tremors coursing through every muscle in his body.

Pulling her on top of him, he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, murmuring with a hint of amusement, “You're telling me…”

She smiled as her body rested on top of his, her breasts pressed against his chest. Looking down at him, her fingers played with a strand of his hair.

“I hate what you do to me, Davin. I love it but I fucking hate it too…”

He gazed up at her, momentarily lost in her beautiful eyes. Deep down, he knew that he was falling hard for her.

“Believe me luv, I know.” he replied, his gaze tender as his fingers traced her spine.

Letting out a soft sigh, she leaned her forehead against his. “We’re idiots, aren’t we?” she murmured quietly.

He couldn't help but smile, agreeing with her words. She was right, they were both idiots for getting attached so quickly. Yet, there was something about being with her, about holding her in his arms, that felt undeniably right.

He held her closer, his voice low as he spoke, “Yeah, yeah we are…”

Y/N rested her head on his shoulder, holding him close as she exhaled a content yet weary sigh.

He continued to hold her tight, resting his chin atop her head. Uncertain of what the future had in store for them, he knew that the next two months with her would remain etched in his memory forever.

He shut his eyes and let out a soft sigh, “Let’s just enjoy this while we can…” he whispered, his voice quiet, almost hesitant.

[elizamurphysworld]

HOT NEIGHBOUR

(Davin McDerby x Fem Reader) 18+

Part Two - Five More Minutes

Word Count: 1820

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff

Y/N woke up at around 7AM, muttering curses under her breath as she hurriedly got up and dashed to her bathroom, throwing up into the toilet.

Davin stirred awake at the sound of her rushing to the bathroom. He propped himself up in bed, his gaze following her with a mixture of concern and amusement. He knew that her hangover would be rough, yet a part of him found the situation slightly amusing.

He rose from the bed and entered the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe as he observed her.

“Morning, luv. How are you feeling?”

She took a deep breath when she stopped throwing up, her voice hoarse, “Oh fuck off…”

He laughed softly, unable to suppress a smirk. He had to admit that even hungover, with her hair disheveled and makeup slightly smeared, she still looked gorgeous to him.

Davin pushed off the doorframe and approached her, placing a hand on her back. He knelt beside her, his hand gently rubbing soothing circles.

“That's what you get for drinking so damn much.” he remarked.

She sighed, “I suppose so…fucking hell…” Looking back at him, she noticed his lack of clothing, “Did we…?”

He watched her as she began to remember the previous night, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Yeah. Yeah, we did.”

Y/N exhaled deeply, running her hand across her face before flushing the toilet and rising to her feet. “Fuck…great.” she murmured while getting ready, freshening up.

Davin scanned her face for a brief moment, trying to decipher her feelings. He had a feeling that she wasn’t happy with what happened the night before, but he still had to ask, “You don't regret it, do you?”

She turned to face him, her tone gentler, “I, uh…I don’t know. I’m just disappointed in myself, to be honest…it’s not the best first impression…”

He frowned upon hearing the disappointment in her voice. He could tell she was beating herself up over it. “Hey,” he whispered, moving closer as his hands gently cradled her face, “Stop that. Stop being so hard on yourself. We were both drunk. These things happen.”

She searched his eyes, her voice tinged with anxiety as she asked, “Do you…regret it?”

He held her gaze, his eyes softening in response to her question. “No. No, I don't regret it. I don't regret last night.” he replied honestly, his thumbs gently stroking her cheeks.

Nodding slowly, Y/N’s eyes remained locked with his.

“Would…would you do it again?” she asked tentitavily.

His expression softened even further as he couldn't help but notice the trace of vulnerability in her eyes.

“Yes.” he responded without hesitation, his thumb gliding along her jawline, “I'd do it all over again…in a heartbeat.”

She raised her eyebrows, clearly taken aback by that answer.

“Wait really? You mean you’re attracted to me or…”

He chuckled, slightly amused at her surprise. Leaning a bit closer, he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Of course I am. Why do you sound so shocked? You think I'd just hook up with you without being attracted to you?”

She let out a soft chuckle of her own, shaking her head, “Well excuse a girl for assuming a hot guy like you had a girlfriend.”

He couldn't suppress a laugh at her remark, “Oh, so you think I'm hot, huh?” he teased with a smirk on his lips.

“It may sound like a surprise, but I don’t just fuck any guy when I’m drunk…only the really, really hot ones…” she replied.

He laughed again, finding her honesty quite endearing. He was certainly charmed by her honesty.

“Is that so?”

His hands slipped from her face to her hips, drawing her closer. “Should I feel special then?” 

Y/N smiled and nodded, “Oh definitely-“

She was interrupted by the sound of her alarm, making her curse quietly under her breath.

“Shit! I’m sorry Davin I have to work today…”

He felt both disappointment and understanding at her words. He was enjoying their conversation, yet he knew that work had to come first at that moment. With a soft sigh, he replied, “Work always has to get in the way, doesn't it?”

“I suppose…I’ll talk to you this evening then?” she asked quietly.

He nodded in silence, a trace of disappointment still visible on his face. He had hoped to spend more time with her, but he understood the situation. “Yeah, yeah…I'll talk to you then. Have a good day at work, yeah?”

She smiled, nodding softly, “I will…bye Dav…”

Davin felt his disappointment fade slightly as he saw her cute smile. Hearing his nickname from her lips had a strange effect on him. He returned her smile, his thumb lightly tracing her hip.

“Bye luv…” he whispered, gradually letting her go.

Later that evening, Y/N returned from work, feeling utterly exhausted. She didn’t bother to change out of her work clothes and went directly to the balcony, pulling out a cigarette.

Davin was out there as well, enjoying a cigarette of his own. His thoughts had been consumed by her, with the memories of the previous night constantly replaying in his mind.

He heard the sound of her balcony door opening and watched her step outside, lighting her cigarette. She leaned against the railing, offering him a gentle smile as she took a long drag.

He returned the smile, “Tough day at work?” he asked while his gaze wandered over her. He noticed her weary appearance, which stirred a sense of protectiveness within him.

She nodded slowly, running a tired hand across her face. “Trying to work while you’re still hungover is quite impossible…”

He chuckled softly, shaking his head in sympathetic amusement. “Yeah, that does sound pretty rough. Probably not a smart idea, luv.” he commented, though a trace of concern lingered, wishing he could do something to make it easier on her.

“You shouldn't push yourself too hard, you know…” he added, exhaling a puff of smoke.

“I’m trying…but I also need the money…” she answered with a resigned sigh.

He understood her situation, yet at the same time, he couldn't shake off his worry for her. He took another drag, observing her carefully.

“I get it, but…don't overdo it. You're gonna wear yourself out.”

Y/N let out a chuckle, although a bitter one, as she took another large drag of her cigarette, the smoke escaping from her mouth while she spoke, “Probably…I’m used to it…”

Davin sighed in response to her statement, a blend of worry and irritation evident in his gaze. “Just because you're used to it doesn't mean it's good for you…”

“Neither is smoking or drinking…yet I still do it, Dav. It’s all I have…” she countered before stubbing out her cigarette and pushing herself away from the railing.

He fell silent at her words, a wave of guilt washing over him. When he finally found his voice again, it was quieter, softer. “You shouldn't rely on those things for comfort. You deserve better.”

Y/N proceeded towards her door, rummaging through her pockets for her keys.

“Do I?”

He pushed himself from the railing and followed her, his steps light and silent. “Of course you do, luv…” he answered while gently grasping her wrist, preventing her from leaving.

“Dav let me go, I want to go to bed…”

Nevertheless, he tightened his grip on her wrist slightly, reluctant to let her leave. “Not yet, just…just stay out here for a bit longer.” he spoke softly, his eyes reflecting a touch of desperation.

Noticing the pleading look in his eyes, she released a soft sigh, “Mhm…five more minutes then…”

Davin smiled gently at her reply, feeling relieved that she agreed to stay a little longer. He carefully guided her away from her door, leading her back to the railing.

“Deal…” he responded with a nod, leaning back against the railing and tugging Y/N to stand between his legs.

She laughed softly at his gentle tug, allowing her body to lean against his chest. She rested her head beneath his chin, closing her eyes.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her even closer to his body. He cherished the way she felt so small against him, which created a sense of protectiveness within him.

“You're exhausted…” he commented, his voice resonating deeply in his chest, while his fingers traced lazy patterns on her back.

“Mhm…that’s why I wanted to lay down, but you won’t let me…” she murmured.

He let out a soft chuckle, though a twinge of guilt washed over him, knowing that he was keeping her awake. “Yeah I know, I just…don't want to let you go yet…” he admitted quietly, his head still resting above hers.

“Can I suggest something?”

He hummed softly, his curiosity piqued. He raised his head to gaze down at her, locking eyes with her. “Sure luv, what is it?”

She held his ice-blue gaze for a brief moment before whispering, “You want to hold me, and I want to lay down…so why don’t we just…sleep together tonight? It’s not like we haven’t seen each other in much more intimate ways…even though we were drunk…”

Davin grinned at her proposal, his arms giving her a tender squeeze. He couldn't deny that she made a valid point. And in truth, he simply wanted to hold her, no matter where or how.

“Alright, you make a good point…” he muttered, his fingers gliding up and down her back, “Come on then, let's go to bed, luv.”

Y/N let out a soft chuckle as she followed him into his dorm. Without hesitation, she sank onto his bed, releasing a content sigh.

He watched with a smirk how quickly she settled in, shaking his head slightly in amusement. After closing the door, he approached the bed, climbed in beside her and immediately enveloped her in his arms, drawing her close.

She smiled against his chest, snuggling closer, her voice a tired whisper, “This is really comfortable…”

He held her tightly against his chest, her body fitting perfectly against his own. A small sigh escaped him as he basked in the sensation, appreciating how wonderful it felt to have her in his embrace.

Nuzzling his face into her hair, he inhaled her scent and murmured softly, “Yeah, it is…you're so fucking soft…”

She chuckled softly, raising her head to look up at him. “Don’t start with the compliments Dav, it won’t work tonight…”

He smiled broadly, his fingers drawing gentle patterns on her back, his tone light and teasing, “What, I'm not allowed to compliment you now?”

Y/N responded by shaking her head, “Not tonight…just…be quiet so I can hear your heart…”

His playful grin faded, giving way to a gentle smile. He could hear the exhaustion in her voice, and it tugged at his heart. Nodding silently, he pulled her closer against his chest. He fell quiet, allowing her to listen to the steady rhythm of his heartbeats.

[elizamurphysworld]

HOT NEIGHBOUR

(Davin McDerby x Fem Reader) 18+

Part One - Dangerous Games

Word Count: 3974

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, P in V, Unprotected Sex, Creampie

Author’s Note: Hiya! I am finally back and freed from busy times (for now). I had this story as a draft for a long time but thought it was spicy enough to share ;) This time it’s with a younger Cillian, but that doesn’t make him less hot ofc. It’s also slightly based on the movie and written from the perspective of someone in their late teens. Anyway, have fun reading! (Inspo: gumballz)

Y/N had just arrived in Long Island for her summer job. After successfully collecting her luggage from the airport, she took a cab to her dormitory, which would be her new home for the upcoming two months.

While she was searching for her room, someone accidentally bumped into her.

“My bad, are you alright, luv?” the man asked, his voice carrying a strong Irish accent. Y/N met his gaze, momentarily surprised by the ice-blue eyes that were fixed on her. The man appeared to be around her age, young and attractive, with red-brown hair.

She forced herself to regain her composure and smiled politely, nodding, “It’s fine…I’m okay.”

He returned her smile, slowly scanning her from head to toe. He tilted his head slightly, a smirk forming on his lips before he spoke, “And may I ask your name?”

She began to search for her keys in one of her bags, keeping her voice soft and polite as she responded, “Y/N…Y/N Y/L/N.”

He hummed, observing her while the smirk lingered on his lips. “Well, Y/N,” he began, saying her name as if it was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted, “You're quite adorable, you know that?”

She let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head in mild disbelief. “You haven’t even told me your name yet…”

“Ah, you're right, how rude of me. I'm Davin, Davin McDerby. It's a pleasure to meet you, luv.”

She raised her head, locking eyes with him once more. For a brief moment, she got lost in his pale blue eyes before she asked, “Do you live here?”

Davin noticed how she became captivated by his gaze, and his smirk widened, loving every second of it.

“Yeah, I live just in the apartment right next to yours, actually.” he clarified, his voice smooth.

“Oh do you? I hope you don’t snore too loud then.” she replied with a gentle laugh, finally finding the key to her dorm.

He chuckled at her response, crossing his arms over his chest. He decided to tease her a little further, his tone becoming cocky. “Aww, worried you won't be able to get any sleep because of me, luv?”

Y/N rolled her eyes as she unlocked the door to her dorm, “I’m sure I’ll be fine. It was nice talking to you, Davin. But I really need to unpack and get ready…”

He nodded despite the desire to continue the conversation, not wanting to overstep her boundaries.

“Yeah, I understand. It was really nice meeting you though, Y/N. Maybe we'll run into each other again soon…”

She smiled gently while glancing back at him. “Given the fact that we’re neighbours, I’m sure we will. Bye, Davin…” she replied, slowly closing the door and offering him a final polite smile.

He watched her intently, taking note of the charming and polite smile she had given him. “Bye, luv…see you around.”

He took a few more seconds to look at her now-closed door before turning on his heel and walking back to his own dorm.

At 10PM the following day, after finishing her first day at the new job, Y/N returned to her dorm. This time, she chose a different staircase that led to the large shared balcony at the front of the building.

Davin was on that balcony, smoking after his workday, when he noticed her ascending the stairs. His gaze immediately caught her weary eyes and exhausted body.

Taking a drag from his cigarette, he called out, “Rough day?”

Y/N sighed and nodded, “You could say that…” she replied in a tired tone, glancing at the cigarette between his fingers. “Can I?”

He chuckled, taking one last puff before holding it out to her. Leaning back against the balcony railing, his eyes scanned her figure.

“Wanna talk about why your day was so shitty, luv?”

She took a long drag, her body relaxing slightly as she exhaled the smoke. “I don’t know, it was tiring and I got yelled at…what do those jerks expect? That I’m perfect on my first day? Fucking pricks…”

He rolled his eyes, feeling a surge of irrational anger at her words.

“Pay it no mind, luv. You know you're doing your best, so ignore those idiots, they're not worth your time.”

She gave him a grateful smile, returning the cigarette to him before also leaning against the railing. “I’ll try…” she murmured softly.

Taking the cigarette back from her, he replied, “Good, don't let them get to you, okay? You don’t need those jerks anyway.” he stated, taking another drag when an idea came to his mind.

“Hey, do you have work tomorrow?”

She nodded slowly, “Yeah, every fucking day. Why?”

“What time are you off work, roughly?” he inquired in a gentle tone, his gaze drifting over her face.

“Around 7 I think.” she answered with a sigh.

Davin looked down at the cigarette in his fingers, taking yet another drag. After a brief pause, he spoke again, “Do you drink?”

Y/N laughed lightly, her voice softening. “Of course I do…”

He grinned at her reply, a sense of satisfaction swelling in his chest. He liked a woman who knew how to have fun.

“Good, I was hoping so. Once you're off work tomorrow, come by my dorm. I’ve invited a few friends over for some fun and drinks. Do you think you wanna join?” he asked, a barely hidden glimmer of hope in his voice.

“Uh yeah, sure…but you don’t have-“ she began, yet Davin waved his hand dismissively in the air, interrupting her, “Ah ah ah, don't you even dare say I don't have to. I want you to come. It's gonna be a lot of fun, and it'll help you unwind after that shitty first day, yeah?”

She let out a soft chuckle, taking the cigarette directly from his mouth. “Alright, I’ll be there…” she whispered before taking a drag.

Davin's smirk grew a little wider when she took the cigarette from him, and when she placed it back between his lips, he couldn't help the flutter in his heart. He chuckled quietly, leaning closer to her. “Just come by my dorm after work, and you'll have a good time, I promise.”

“Okay, see you tommorow then.” she responded with a gentle smile. In an impulsive moment, she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, whispering, “Goodnight Davin…”

Davin was surprised at first, not expecting a small display of affection like that, especially this early on. It wasn't something he was used to, but he absolutely adored the feeling.

Clearing his throat, he attempted to maintain a steady voice, “Uh, yeah…goodnight, luv…”

It was 7:30 PM the next day when Y/N knocked on Davin’s door. She was dressed in a light blue summer dress, her hair neatly styled in a bun.

He opened the door quickly after her knock, allowing his gaze to observe her appearance, admiring the dress. He found her incredibly attractive like that, with her hair up and her neck exposed.

“Hey, luv. Right on time, come on in.”

He held the door open further, gesturing for her to enter. His eyes roamed over her figure once more as she stepped inside, a smirk appearing on his lips.

“You look really good. That dress suits you.” he commented in a flirty tone.

She chuckled softly and smiled at his compliment. “Thank you…” she whispered, glancing at his friends and waving at them in greeting.

His friends all returned her greeting, some of them also admiring her body. Davin placed his hand on her lower back as a silent claim, murmuring into her ear, “C’mon, make yourself comfortable, luv.”

Y/N nodded slowly and took a seat on the couch, her dress riding up her thighs slightly. Davin sat down beside her, making an effort not to look at her thighs, which proved to be quite difficult.

One of his friends handed her a glass of wine, which she accepted with a polite smile, taking a small sip.

Davin picked up a beer and took a swig, his eyes constantly checking her out, finding her attractive in a number of different ways. His hand rested gently on her hip, his thumb subconsciously caressing the fabric that covered her skin.

As the night went on, Y/N drank more, a lot more. Davin was keeping a close eye on her, monitoring how much she had to drink. She had already finished four glasses of wine, two beers, and was now getting ready to take a third shot with his friends.

He chuckled quietly, reaching for her arm as he spoke, "Whoa, maybe lay off the alcohol for now, yeah?”

However, Y/N gently pushed his hand away, her speech slightly slurred.

“Oh shut up Dav…let me have fun…”

His smirk widened at her little push, and he chuckled when she referred to him as 'Dav'. He found himself enjoying this tipsy side of her, which was certainly challenging his restraint from flirting.

“Luv, I think you've had enough.” he insisted, taking the shot glass from her. She gasped in response, raising her voice slightly, “Hey! Where do you think you’re going?”

He found her cute little gasp charming, which only heightened his attraction to her. He held the shot glass just out of her reach, chuckling and shaking his head.

“You're not taking another shot. You've had enough for now.”

However, Y/N was not one to give up easily. Climbing onto his lap, she attempted to reach for the shot glass.

Davin's eyes widened at her sudden action, his expression revealing a blend of surprise and excitement as her chest pressed against his face. His grip on the shot glass tightened, knowing that with any less self-control, he would've completely lost it by now. He swallowed hard, trying to steady his voice, “Luv…you're playing a dangerous game right now…”

She looked down at him, her voice nearly pleading, “Do you want to share it? Come on…it’ll be my last one…”

His gaze locked with hers, and released a soft breath, his resistance starting to slip away.

“You promise it's your last one?”

Y/N quickly nodded, “Promise…”

He sighed, giving in. “Alright, but I mean it, this is your last shot, okay?”

She bit her lower lip and smiled, taking the glass from him. “You never answered my question Dav…do you want to share it?” she asked in a low whisper.

His eyes remained fixed on her, his self-control slowly vanishing. Chuckling softly, he answered, “Yeah, I wanna share it…”

She grinned broadly before taking the shot, holding it in her mouth as she leaned down and pressed her lips against his, the strong liquid flowing into his mouth.

He was initially taken aback, but didn't hesitate to reciprocate the kiss. The strong taste of the alcohol filled his mouth, his arms encircled her more tightly, his fingers pressing into her sides. He adored the way she took charge like that, his attraction for her only intensifying.

Pulling back from the kiss, Y/N smiled as she met his gaze. “It’s strong stuff, mhm?”

Davin released a shaky breath the instant she withdrew, his gaze fixed on her, filled with a mixture of desire and excitement. His grip on her body never loosened, and he found himself unable to divert his eyes from her.

“Mhm, definitely…and it tastes even better like this…” he laughed, his voice slightly breathless.

She raised her eyebrows, “Yeah? You want another taste?” she questioned, a knowing smirk playing on her lips.

His eyes grew even more lustful at her question, and he let out a low chuckle. "Oh I do…I really do…”

Leaning down, she captured his lips in another kiss, still tasting the alcohol lingering in his mouth. Davin eagerly returned the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth, yearning to taste more of the alcohol on her lips. His friends began to cheer, but their voices faded into the background for him as he remained entirely focused on Y/N, his hands gliding up her sides.

Eventually, she had to pull away for air, resting her forehead against his. “You’re so fucking hot, you know that?”

He was breathing heavily, unable to conceal the smirk that was forming on his lips in response to her compliment, his eyes brimming with nothing but longing.

“You keep talking like that, and I might not be able to keep my hands off you, luv.”

“You already can’t…” she remarked with a gentle laugh.

He chuckled as well, his smirk widening further at her witty response. She was right, he couldn't resist her, and the alcohol coursing through his veins made it even more challenging to restrain himself.

He drew her impossibly close against him, his lips finding her neck and planting tender kisses along her delicate skin.

“You're so fucking irresistible, luv. I swear, you're making it hard for me to behave right now…”

“You don’t have to…” she murmured softly into his ear.

A shiver coursed through his body as Y/N’s warm breath caressed the shell of his ear. His lips traveled down to her shoulder, his voice emerging in a deep, lustful whisper, “Mhm…you have no idea how badly I want to take you right now…”

She chuckled softly, “I plan to find out…” she responded before taking his hand and rising from his lap. She pulled him up from the couch, guiding him out of his dorm. Davin followed closely, his eyes never leaving her form. He could hardly concentrate on anything apart from her, his heart racing as she led him away from the others. His friends were too drunk to notice, which suited him just fine.

“Where are you taking me?”

She unlocked the door to her own dorm, stepping inside. “There’s just a bit more…privacy here…”

As soon as the door closed behind them, Davin pushed her against the wall, pressing his body against hers. He gazed down at her face, absorbing her features. “You have no idea how hard it was to hold back…sitting on my lap like that...”

Y/N bit her lip, her hands rising to cradle his face. “You no longer have to…” she whispered before capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.

He groaned at the sensation, his arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her body closer to his. He could no longer restrain himself, his desire for her overpowering any sliver of self-control he had left. He deepened the kiss, his tongue hungrily exploring her mouth.

His hands began to wander lower, tracing up her thigh, lifting the hem of her dress in the process.

She raised one of her legs and hooked it around his hip, her lips never leaving his. She was drunk and filled with desire, and all she wanted in that moment was to be fucked senseless.

Letting out a low growl of desire, Davin’s hands squeezed her hips, his body pinning hers against the wall as he kissed her like a man starved.

He momentarily broke the kiss to speak, his voice hoarse and breathless, “Bed… now…”

She quickly nodded, her lips almost continuously on his as they stumbled over to the bed. Once lying on her back, Y/N began to remove her dress.

Davin nearly ripped off his own clothing, leaving him in his boxers. His eyes traveled over her body, absorbing every inch of her exposed skin. He couldn't suppress a low, appreciative groan that tore from his throat.

“Fuck…so fucking beautiful…”

He moved on top of her, his hands beginning to explore her body as he kissed a path down her neck, leaving a trail of heated, wet kisses.

Y/N leaned her head back, granting him more access. His lips descended lower, kissing and leaving small marks on her soft skin. He was drunk on the taste of her, his hands exploring the contours of her body. The growing bulge in his boxers became more evident with each passing second.

"I want you…now…" he murmured, his eyes clouded with longing as he looked down at her.

Meeting his gaze, Y/N nodded eagerly, a slight haze in her eyes from the alcohol.

He kissed her once more, his hips grinding against hers while his hands moved down, tugging down her underwear.

She lifted her hips, releasing a soft moan of appreciation as her own hands unclasped her bra. Davin tossed her underwear onto the floor, his eyes admiring the sight before him. All he could think about was having her, taking her, making her his.

Y/N’s hands slid down his boxers, leaving them both completely naked. “Fuck Dav…you’re so hot…” she whispered quietly, her eyes flickering over his freckled chest and his erect cock.

He leaned over her, his mind clouded with lust. All he wanted was to be inside her.

“You're driving me insane…” he breathed heavily, “I need you, now…”

She beamed at his words, her legs gradually wrapping around his hips.

“So do I…”

Davin emitted a deep groan, unable to control himself any longer. He wanted her, and he wanted her immediately. Slowly, he positioned himself between her legs, his hands settling on her hips.

“Please Dav…” Y/N whispered in a needy tone. She drew him closer with her legs, her patience evaporated and replaced by pure desire.

He didn’t need to be told twice, as he used one hand to guide his throbbing cock into her entrance, before gently pushing forward.

A satisfied smile instantly spread across her face, her head tilting back onto the mattress at the sensation of his cock filling her aching pussy.

It took all of his willpower to refrain from rushing, to take things slow. He wished to savour this moment, to make this last for as long as possible. He observed her expression closely, eager to witness the pleasure on her face as he slowly filled her cunt inch by inch.

Bending down, he firmly grasped her hips as he finally bottomed out, his face nestled into the curve of her neck.

“You feel so good, luv…you have no idea how much I've wanted this…” he confessed against her skin, his breaths uneven and heavy.

“God Dav…fuck me, please…” she moaned softly, her eyes fluttering shut.

Davin inhaled deeply, attempting to restrain himself, but he just couldn't resist her. Her words, her body, everything about her was driving him wild. He captured her lips in another hungry kiss before beginning to move his hips, drawing a moan from her.

The sound of her moan sent a shiver down his spine, and he deepened the kiss, his hips moving at a slow, deliberate rhythm. He could feel her nails digging into his back, and he relished the sensation.

Eventually, he broke the kiss, his voice breathless with a mix of desire and restraint, “Luv…you feel…way to fucking good…”

Chuckling breathlessly, Y/N started moving her hips in sync with his.

“Oh fuck Dav…yes…”

He let out a groan, the sound reverberating throughout the room, his mind swirling with ecstasy. His fingers dug into her hips as he quickened his pace just a little, losing his grip on self-control.

She gasped as his movements intensified, her legs tightening around him and drawing his cock deeper with each thrust.

“Oh fuck yes…” she whispered between short pants, feeling the tip of his shaft strike that delightful spot within her repeatedly. Her eyes squeezed shut as she sensed herself nearing the edge. “Oh god…Dav…”

Davin could tell that she was approaching her peak, and he was right there with her despite his attempts to hold back. “Fuck, luv…you're close, aren't you?”

Y/N nodded rapidly, her nails scraping along his back. “Yes! Fuck!”

He gritted his teeth at the sting of her nails, the pain intertwining with the pleasure. He was at his limit, his control nearly slipping away. “Oh please…I need you to finish first…” he said, his voice laced with a blend of urgency and restraint. He was holding back with everything he had left, not wanting to finish before she did.

“Make me…” she replied in a breathless whisper, a playful smirk gracing her lips.

His eyes darkened at her challenge, his control fracturing. He could no longer contain himself, his desire for her overwhelming him entirely. “As you wish, luv…” he whispered into her ear, his thrusts growing harder, faster.

“Oh god…Dav…yes!” she gasped, his powerful thrusts pushing her closer to the brink of ecstasy.

He growled against her neck, losing himself in the feeling of her cunt clenching around his cock, in the sound of her labored breaths, in the taste of her sweet skin. He was right on the edge, his voice strained, “You're so close, luv…please…come for me…”

With a few more deep thrusts, she tumbled over the edge with a loud moan, her legs quivering with pleasure.

Feeling her climax beneath him triggered his own release, a powerful wave washing over him, his hips shuddering as he released deep inside her.

“Bloody hell, luv…” he whispered, breathless. Davin buried his face into the slope of her neck, gradually catching his breath while his body continued to tremble from the effects of his orgasm.

Y/N was also breathing heavily, her body still enveloped in pleasure.

“Oh god…Davin, I fucking love you…” she murmured, too drunk to realize the weight of her words.

He was still trying to catch his breath, her words catching him off guard. He leaned back, gazing down at her, his eyes reflecting a flicker of surprise. “You're drunk, luv. You don't know what you're saying.” he responded gently, his hand rising to caress her cheek. Even though he knew it was merely the alcohol talking, he couldn't suppress a flicker of warmth in his heart at the idea of her loving him.

She smiled and leaned into his touch, closing her eyes. “Mhm…that was amazing…”

He returned her smile, charmed by her drunken, blissful expression.

“Yeah, that was pretty fucking good…”

He bent down, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. “You're completely wasted…” he teased, a slight grin on his face. He tenderly brushed some hair away from her face, his touch tender.

Y/N laughed softly, opening her eyes to meet his gaze.

“Maybe…but you’re not leaving me are you?”

He let out a soft laugh at her drunken question, shaking his head at how adorable she was while intoxicated. His fingers began to toy with a lock of her hair, his voice soft and comforting, “No luv, I'm not going anywhere…don't worry.”

She smiled warmly, rolling both of them over as she nestled against his chest.

“Good…I want this body close to me all fucking night…”

He released a playful groan as she turned him over, his gaze fixed on her with affection. He wrapped an arm around her, his hand resting lightly on her hip.

“You're awfully bossy when you're drunk, you know?” he remarked, his thumb lazily tracing circles on her hip.

“Mhm…at least I’m a hot boss…” she retorted with a laugh.

“Oh, I don't disagree with that.” he replied, his fingers playfully pinching her hip while his eyes sparkled with amusement.

Her smile broadened before she let out a small yawn against his chest, the effects of the alcohol beginning to make her drowsy.

“I could fall asleep like this…”

Feeling her body relax against his chest, a smile spread across his face. He drew her in a little closer, his fingers delicately stroking over her spine.

“Then sleep, luv. I'm not going anywhere” he murmured, his tone gentle and reassuring.

“Mhm…okay…”

Y/N let out another yawn before snuggling close to his body and gradually drifting off to sleep.

Davin embraced her tighter, a wave of protectiveness enveloping him. He knew that she would probably feel embarrassed about everything that happened once she woke up, but for now, he was completely content with holding her close, listening to her gentle breathing and savouring this moment.

[elizamurphysworld]

STARVING

(Jackson Rippner x Fem Reader) 18+

Oneshot

Word Count: 2336

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, Possessiveness, Pain Kink, Smut: P in V, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Orgasm Denial, Masturbation, Fingering

Author’s Note: Hiya! As I’ve mentioned, I’m incredibly busy at the moment, but I couldn’t let you starve either. Please accept this small oneshot as a snack for y’all :)

Jackson had been gone for almost an entire month now. Being the wife of a professional assassin wasn’t always as appealing as it sounded. Y/N loved him dearly, and she’d been anxiously waiting for his return. She was ecstatic when he called her to say he was coming home. Watching a movie to distract herself from the nerves coursing through her body, she missed the sound of the front door opening.

Jackson entered the house, his gaze searching for her. He silently made his way over to the living room, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms. There was a moment where he simply watched her, taking in the sight of her.

“Hey, doll.” he said suddenly, making his presence known.

Y/N nearly jumped at the unexpected voice behind her, but the moment she turned her head and met his gaze, she smiled. Not wasting a second, she leapt off the couch and ran into his arms.

“Babe! You’re back!”

He chuckled, easily catching her in his embrace. He took a moment to inhale her familiar smell, that smell he’d missed for too long. Pulling back slightly, his gaze swept over her, taking in every inch of his gorgeous wife.

“You turn more beautiful every time I look at you…” he murmured softly, his hand sliding behind her neck and pulling her into a deep kiss.

She chuckled softly at his compliment, a broad smile spreading on her lips. She reciprocated the kiss instantly, her eyes closing at his taste.

“Did you miss me?” he whispered against her lips, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it from her anyway.

“Of course I did. I was worried…” she admitted, her eyes quickly flickering across his face, “Are you okay? No pain? No injuries?”

He grunted softly, brushing off the concern in her voice. There was no point in admitting how many close calls he experienced on the job.

“I'm fine, doll. Don't worry about me.” he replied, his fingers lightly stroking her skin.

“I always worry about you…” she answered with a soft smirk, her hand raising to cup his cheek.

He let out a low hum, leaning his face into her touch for a brief moment before withdrawing and placing a firm hand on her hip, delivering a rough, nearly commanding squeeze.

“And I said don’t. You know what happens when you don’t listen, right doll?” he questioned, using his hold on her hip to steer her towards the bedroom.

She grinned, allowing him to drag her along. Once they reached the bedroom, she sank onto the bed, lying on her back and gazing up at him.

“I’ve missed you.”

Jackson admired the sight before him, his eyes scanning her body. He grunted softly, a possessive spark evident in his gaze. “Is that so?” he muttered as he crawled onto the bed, his body hovering over hers, one knee strategically placed between her legs.

Y/N bit her lower lip, a soft gasp escaping her lips as he ground his knee between her legs. “Mhm…”

He smirked at her gasp, his knee gradually grinding against her, observing the shift in her expression as he kept her pinned beneath him. His hands moved up, gently grasping her wrists and lifting them above her head, effectively trapping her beneath him.

“Missed me this much, huh?” he asked in a low voice, a trace of dark amusement in his tone.

She tilted her head back and nodded slowly, “Fuck…yes…”

His grip on her wrists tightened slightly, a smirk spreading across his lips at her answer. He leaned closer, their faces mere inches apart while his knee continued to press between her legs.

“Good. That's what I like to hear…” he responded quietly, his voice rough as he began to trail his lips down her neck, teasing her pulse point with gentle nips.

Her hips began to grind against his knee, desperately seeking the friction she craved. “Yes, please…I’m starving…”

He laughed at how desperate she was, how needy, and he loved it. “Starving? Poor little thing.” he taunted, his smirk growing as he observed her squirm beneath him. “You’re so hungry for me, aren't you, doll?”

She nodded rapidly, her hands clenching around the bedsheets. “Yes, yes…” she almost whimpered.

He emitted a low groan, his grip on her wrists tightening slightly, his gaze burning into her.

“Say it. Tell me what you want.” he growled, grinding his knee against her one final time before stopping completely, allowing the friction to tease rather than satisfy.

Y/N met his piercing gaze through half-lidded eyes, “I want you to fuck me, babe.” she replied with a pleading tone.

He released a sharp breath through his nose, his smirk taking on a nearly predatory quality as he finally let go of her wrists, his hands swiftly moving to grasp the waistband of her pants.

“Say please.” he insisted, pulling them down just enough to reveal her aching pussy before pausing once more.

“Please…” she whispered, a desperate look in her eyes. A wicked grin slowly spread across his lips, and before she realised it, he had turned her onto her stomach.

He chuckled, his hands roaming over her body before settling on her hips, his fingers digging into her skin. He leaned down, his breath warm against the back of her neck.

“That's what I like to hear, doll. You know your place, don't you?”

Nodding quickly, her ears picked up on the sound of his belt being hastily unbuckled, followed by a sharp sting of pain as he struck the smooth skin of her ass with it.

“Yes! Yes!” she cried out, her hands gripping the sheets tightly.

Jackson’s hand reached down, grasping the base of his cock as he lined himself up against her. “Good.” he murmured before gradually stretching her wet cunt open.

She released a loud moan at the sensation, her back arching and her face buried into the sheets. “Oh fuck, Jackson…”

He groaned at the sound of his name on her lips, his hands clutching her hips even firmer, his face nestled in the curve of her neck.

“Don't do that. You'll make me lose control.” he breathed, nipping and biting at the sensitive skin on her neck. His words served as a warning, a reminder of the thin line he was treading and how close he was to crossing it.

However, Y/N was overwhelmed with pleasure and anticipation, her thoughts muddled. The words blurted out before she could stop them, and she regretted saying it immediately after, “I want you to.”

His body froze, his hand sliding from her hip to her chin, turning her head to the side for a better view. A dangerous glint shone in his eyes as his jaw tightened, his expression stern and cold.

“Are you sure?” he asked in a low voice, his grip on her chin bordering on painful.

She swallowed hard, suddenly at a loss for words. Her expression shifted, uncertainty flickering in her gaze.

“I-“ she began, but Jackson would not wait for confirmation. It was too late, and he was already too far gone to allow her to retract those words.

His hand on her chin quickly moved to grasp her hair, yanking her head back causing her to wince. A gasp left her lips, followed by moans as he started thrusting into her with force and speed.

He groaned loudly, his grip on her hair tightening as he moved, his thrusts hard and punishing. He was too far gone now to care about anything other than taking what he desired from her.

"Fuck, you asked for this." he remarked, panting against the back of her neck.

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, her hand tearing at the sheets below. His thrusts were deep and forceful, pain mingling with pleasure. Her body clenched around him, small gasps and whimpers spilling from her lips. It only made his movements more aggressive, possessive.

“You're mine,” he growled into the shell of her ear as he thrust deeper, his grip on her becoming bruising. “All fucking mine.”

She felt as though she couldn’t breathe, her toes curling and her vision fading to white. Just as she was about to reach her climax, he pulled out, causing her to whine in protest.

“Babe!”

He chuckled softly at her complaint, his hand running over her trembling legs. “I’ll give you what you want when I’m ready. Understood?” he said, his own voice strained with need.

She nodded slowly, allowing him to turn her onto her back again. He leaned back slightly, taking his time to appreciate the sight of her laid out before him. Her chest was heaving, her legs quivering, her face flushed.

“Touch yourself. But don’t come until I say so.” he ordered, a silent warning in his tone.

Y/N locked eyes with him, taking her lower lip between her teeth as her fingers trailed down her stomach towards her eager pussy. She slid her fingers between the folds, coating them in her own juices.

His gaze intensified as he watched her fingers move, his breathing becoming more labored as he struggled to maintain control. He was unable to divert his attention from her, completely entranced by the sight before him.

“Fuck, that’s beautiful…” he muttered, his eyes fixed on her fingers as they worked between her legs.

She used the palm of her hand to rub her clit while inserting a finger inside, curling it gently. A soft sigh escaped her lips, Jackson’s gaze heightening her arousal.

He let out a sharp breath, his jaw clenching as he continued to watch her. His hand moved to grasp his erection, stroking in rhythm with the motion of her fingers.

“Slow down.” he commanded, not wanting her to reach climax just yet, not until he allowed it.

Y/N swallowed hard, nodding as she slowed her movements, her breathing growing heavier with each passing second. “Please babe…I need to-…fuck…”

He smirked at her pleading tone, his grip on himself tightening slightly as he observed her struggle to maintain a slow pace. “Please what?” he asked quietly, his eyes burning into hers, waiting for the right words.

She moaned softly, her fingers instinctively starting to move faster.

“Please, I need to come, I need to come…”

Noticing the way her fingers moved at a quickened pace, Jackson realised he had to intervene. He reached out, seizing her wrist and pinning it above her head once more, effectively halting all movement.

“I told you not to come until I said so. Can you not follow simple instructions?” he scolded, his hold on her unwavering despite her protests.

She looked up at him, searching his eyes, her own reflecting the desperation surging through her. “God, please. I can’t take much more…” she whispered.

He sighed, his grip on her wrist tightening as he leaned closer, his lips brushing against her nose. “You can take whatever I give you.” he muttered before reaching down with one hand and pressing two fingers into her himself, curling them just right to push her over the edge. “Now come for me.”

A loud moan left Y/N’s lips at the intense sensation, her eyes fluttering shut while her back arched high in the air. “Oh fuck! Yes!”

Her hips ground into his hand as waves of ecstasy enveloped her body, gasps and moans echoing throughout the room.

He examined her with a satisfied smirk, his fingers continuing their motion as he dragged out her orgasm, observing how her body clenched and spasmed around him.

“That's it, doll. Let me hear you.” he commanded before finally slowing his movements. Pulling his fingers out, he raised them to her lips.

“Open.”

Gradually, Y/N opened her mouth, sucking his fingers clean, her own juices coating her tongue.

He watched closely, his eyes half-lidded and filled with lust and possessiveness.

“That’s it...” he murmured, withdrawing his fingers from her mouth before leaning back. “Get on your hands and knees.”

She nodded immediately, positioning herself as instructed. Once she was in place, she suddenly felt his strong hand grasp the back of her neck and push her head down. Not a second later, his cock began to pound into her cunt again, harder and faster than before.

He groaned rougly as he thrust into her, his hand around her neck holding her in position. He was rough, possessive, with movements that were both sharp and punishing.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” he growled, using his hold on her to impale her body onto his.

She gasped and moaned, caught in a whirlwind of pleasure, pain, and shock. The angle allowed the tip of his cock to strike her sweet spot over and over again, pushing her towards another orgasm.

“You close?” he breathed, his voice strained with desire as he continued to pound into her at a relentless pace.

The bed shook violently with his powerful thrusts, the backs of her thighs and ass reddening and burning, the pain escalating with each thrust. Yet, she found herself not wanting it to end, ever.

His thrusts never slowed as he sensed her walls clench around him, pushing closer and closer to bliss. His hold on her tightened further, leaving bruises on her smooth skin.

Y/N couldn’t endure it any longer, and before she fully comprehended it, her orgasm flooded her senses, her body tensing and clenching around him. A deep groan tore from her throat, her nails ripping through the sheets.

Feeling her climax around him caused his thrusts to become even more intense, as he pursued his own release.

“Fuck! That's it!” he gasped before finally spilling inside of her with a sharp exhale. “Take it all.”

Her toes curled at the sensation of his warm essence filling her core, her eyes nearly rolling back into her head.

“Oh god, babe…”

He exhaled roughly, his hips continuing to move slowly into her as he released the last of himself inside. When he finally pulled out, he observed as his seed trickled down her folds. He couldn’t think of a more beautiful sight.

“You’re mine, doll. Never forget that.”

Y/N allowed herself to collapse onto her side, still panting and experiencing the aftershocks of her climax. She could already feel the pain mounting, aware that she would be sore for at least a few days. And yet, she absolutely adored that idea.

“Never…”

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PRETENDING

(Thomas Shelby x Fem Reader) 18+

Oneshot

Word Count: 5641

Warnings: Swearing, Pregnancy, Assault, Possessiveness, Fluff, Smut: P in V, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Oral (F Receiving), Fingering

Author’s Note: Hiya! Finally back with another Thomas Shelby oneshot :) This one might be a bit more intense than the last, just a small warning. Also, I’ll be offline again for a while now, because I need to prepare myself for a few months filled with loads of work. Nevertheless, I’ll try to keep working on stories or oneshots for later! Enjoy reading! (Inspo: Lilith_lonelysoul)

Thomas Shelby was not a broken man when they met. Not yet. He smiled every day, loved Y/N deeply, but that all collapsed. The war changed him. And when he chose violence as a solution to his problems, Y/N left, unaware that she was carrying a part of him within her womb.

She wrote to him once, asking if he was willing to talk, but he never replied. Seeing no alternative, she moved on and married another man. He accepted the girl as his own, and they enjoyed a peaceful life together.

However, because of her husband's work, they were forced to move to Birmingham. Less than a week had passed when she saw him. He was standing with a group of other men, all wearing identical caps and coats. She pretended not to see him, yet a sense of dread enveloped her, one she could not shake off.

Thomas stood with his men, smoking a cigarette when he spotted Y/N. And the little girl grasping her hand. It was her eyes that sent a chill down his spine. The same ice-blue eyes that judged him when he looked in the mirror.

That same night, he stood before Y/N’s door. He did not bother to knock, simply entered as if he owned the place. He found her then, packing her suitcase.

“Packing already?” he murmured from the doorway.

Y/N quickly spun around, her hand instinctively reaching for the gun hidden in her suitcase. Locking eyes with him, she swallowed hard before whispering, “Thomas…”

She allowed her body to relax just a bit, realising he was not an intruder, at least not in the traditional sense, but her fingers lingered near the gun.

Thomas arched an eyebrow, his gaze shifting from the suitcase to the gun, lingering on her long, elegant fingers wrapped around the butt of the weapon. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as his eyes returned to her face.

“Still quick to reach for a weapon, eh?” he remarked, his tone calm and composed.

She straightened up, lifting the gun and gripping it firmly in her hand.

“It’s Birmingham. You of all people should know how dangerous it is.”

He shrugged casually, stuffing his hands in his pockets and taking a few steps toward her. His eyes darted back to the gun before he let out a low, mocking chuckle.

“Right. Because your dainty little gun will protect you from all the scum in this town.”

She smirked, releasing a scoff as she replied, “Scum like you?”

Thomas’ smirk widened, a glint of something dangerous in his eyes as he took another step closer. He tilted his head slightly, examining her with that same scrutinising look.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he purred, “if I were the scum here…you wouldn't be holding that gun anymore.”

She couldn’t resist rolling her eyes, allowing the gun to slip from her grasp as it fell back into the suitcase. Turning around once more, she resumed gathering her clothes.

“What are you doing here, Thomas?”

His expression grew more serious, his amusement fading as he watched her turn away. He reached into the suitcase before she could stop him, his fingers brushing against the gun before grabbing it and tossing it onto a nearby table.

“I think you already know why I’m here,” he said quietly, positioning himself behind her. “Six years old. Eyes like mine.”

His voice was strained with something close to anger and pain as he pressed on, “You kept my child from me.”

Y/N paused for a brief moment, before continuing her motions.

“Who says she’s yours?”

In a flash, Thomas reacted, one hand slamming the suitcase shut while the other seized her wrist, turning her around to face him. She gasped at the abrupt movement, her eyes wide with shock as she met his intense gaze. His eyes glowed with something fierce and relentless.

“Don't,” he hissed, “don’t you fucking lie to me.”

His grip tightened just enough for discomfort. “You think I don’t know? That I didn't see myself in that girl’s eyes?”

Her gaze darted between his for a moment before she exhaled, “I tried…I wrote to you-“

“Yeah, you wrote to me,” he interjected, his grip not loosening. “And do you know what I got, love? Crumbs, half-baked letters without a single mention of a child.”

“You’d changed…I wasn’t sure you even wanted the child.” she replied softly, averting her gaze.

Thomas leaned closer, using his free hand to gently lift her chin, compelling her to meet his gaze once more. There was a deep, painful urgency in his eyes, a vulnerability he rarely ever showed. “Changed…” he repeated, then let out a brief scoff. “Of course, I changed, war does that to a man. But that doesn't change the fact that you should have told me. You should have given me a chance, a choice.”

She returned his intense stare, the familiar defiant spark reigniting in her eyes as she responded, “I was desperate too, Thomas. I was scared, pregnant and alone. I never meant to hide her from you. But I did. Because in the end, nothing mattered more than keeping her safe.”

His expression softened almost imperceptibly at her words, but his grip on her wrist remained firm. He traced his thumb over the pulse point there, an instinctive, intimate gesture he didn't even seem to realise he was making.

“Safe from me, you mean. You thought I'd hurt my own child?”

She snatched her wrist from his hold, attempting to reclaim some control over the situation. “Don’t make assumptions, Thomas. I know you’d never hurt her. But your world would.”

Thomas allowed her to pull away, yet his gaze remained fixed on hers. He exhaled sharply before continuing, “My world? You think I wouldn't tear apart anyone who dared come near her? That I wouldn’t burn every last one of them to the ground just to keep her safe?”

His voice dropped lower, his head tilting slightly. “Or is it you don't trust me enough for that?”

She quickly shook her head, taking a measured step back.

“This isn’t about trust Thomas. I don’t want her to live a life where she’s feared…feared because of what her father might do. I can give her a normal life, away from all this violence and killing.”

Thomas scoffed again, running an agitated hand through his hair. “And how are you doing that, love? Letting some other man raise my daughter as his own?” he mocked, the words leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.

“Paul sees her as his own! He loves her just like a father would!” she countered, never breaking eye contact.

His expression twisted with rage and a hint of jealousy at her words.

“Paul,” he echoed, spitting the name as if it were poison, “That spineless fool you married?”

He stepped closer again, his body nearly pressed against hers as he leaned in, “You think he can protect her like I can? Love her like I can?”

Yet Y/N did not retreat, instead she maintained her gaze with his, an intensity igniting in her eyes, one that only a protective mother could possess.

“How could you possibly think you’re a better father than him? You don’t even know her!”

Thomas took a sharp breath before grabbing her wrist again, a gesture filled with desperation. “I don't know her because you took that choice from me! You stole six years of my life with my child!” he snarled, moving even closer and nearly pinning her against the wall.

Her breath caught as her back met the wall, but her gaze never wavered.

“Every fucking choice I made was to make sure she could grow up safe and happy. And she did. I won’t let you ruin that now.”

He was now close enough for her to sense the warmth radiating from his body. His eyes flicked over her face, absorbing every detail he had missed for the last six years. His hand drifted from her chin to her hip, his grip almost possessive. “Do you think she’ll be happy when she finds out the truth? When she finds out who her real father is?”

Y/N gradually shook her head, closing her eyes as a trembling sigh escaped her lips. “Don’t…she won’t…” she whispered.

His voice lowered to a deep growl, his hold on her hip tightening, not to the point of pain, but enough to let her know he had her exactly where he desired.

“She will.”

He leaned in even closer, his breath warm against her ear, “You can't keep the truth from her forever, love. Sooner or later, she'll find out. And when she does, she'll want to know me. To know her real father.”

Opening her eyes, she met his gaze again. And for a brief moment, Thomas recognised that same sweet and timid woman he had fallen in love with so many years ago. Y/N’s tone turned more vulnerable, “I can’t let anything happen to her…I love her so much…I…I couldn’t live if anything-“ she began but stopped herself, unable to finish the sentence.

Thomas froze at the raw fear in her voice, causing his grip to loosen slightly as a softer expression crossed his face. He took a deep breath before resting his forehead against hers.

“Nothing will happen to her,” he muttered, almost like a vow. “Not while I'm breathing.”

She allowed herself to close her eyes, a stray tear running down her cheek.

However, she was pulled out of the moment when a soft voice filled the room, “Mama?”

Y/N quickly turned her attention to her daughter, her small frame standing in the doorway.

“Irene…”

Without casting another glance at Thomas, she approached Irene, kneeling in front of her. Irene’s eyes were wary as she looked at Thomas, feeling intimidated by the unfamiliar man before shifting her gaze to her mother as Y/N spoke, “You should be asleep…”

“I heard loud noises, mama. I was scared.” Irene responded, her wide eyes darting between Y/N’s, who offered a soft smile while her fingers lightly brushed against the little girl’s arm.

“I’m sorry, baby…you don’t need to be scared, okay?” she reassured her daughter, but Irene looked at Thomas, her voice dropping to a whisper, “Who is that man?”

“An old friend who came to visit…” Y/N answered calmly, not even glancing in his direction.

Thomas experienced an unusual longing in his chest as he observed the little girl, his daughter, interacting with her mother. He had missed six years of these moments. Her first word, her first steps, her first smile. Six years he could never get back.

Something about Irene’s demeanour, the way her fingers clung tightly to her mother, and her wariness in the presence of a stranger, struck him fiercely.

Y/N gently cupped her cheeks and placed a tender kiss on the top of her head. “Why don’t you go back to bed, mhm? It’s late…” she murmured softly.

Irene’s gaze shifted back to Thomas, looking at him one last time before she nodded and vanished into the dim and quiet hallway.

A heavy silence enveloped the room, laced with unspoken words and concealed feelings. Y/N rose to her feet again, finally returning her attention to him.

“She’s safe and happy now. Don’t take that away from her just because of something you want.”

Thomas clenched his jaw, his expression hardening again. He took a step towards her, closing the distance almost completely.

“Something I want?” he scoffed, “That child is mine. You had no right to keep her from me.”

She sighed heavily, shrugging her shoulders. “She’s six Thomas. She wouldn’t understand…”

Frustration flashed across his face. He dragged a hand down his jaw, an old habit he resorted to when attempting to control himself.

“She won't understand? Or you won’t?” he asked, his voice lowering to a dangerous tone. “Because I could make her understand right now if you'd just let me try.”

She scoffed and turned her gaze away, but this time, she had no response. All the words died on her tongue. Noticing her silence, Thomas moved, his hand finding her chin and tilting it so she would meet his gaze.

“You're scared.” he stated, his eyes scanning her face. “You're not worried about what she'd think of me. You're worried she'll want to stay with me.”

Y/N looked back into his eyes, the defiance still evident but now tinged with a trace of fear. Fear from the realisation that he was right.

“Don’t…just- just stop Thomas…”

His grip on her chin softened slightly, his thumb brushing against her skin in a gesture that was almost tender. He leaned in just enough for their noses to nearly touch, close enough for her to sense his warmth. “Maybe,” he murmured, “you’re worried you’ll want to stay with me.”

Those words caused her to snap, the palm of her hand striking his cheek. Thomas’ head snapped to the side from the force of the slap, his hand rising to the now reddened skin. He gradually turned his head back to her, meeting her gaze.

“Feel better?” he asked, his voice deceptively calm.

She stepped back, her eyes more glassy than before. His words ignited all sorts of emotions she did not understand. She was ready to strike again, but he caught her wrist, pulling her forward with such force that she stumbled against him. His free hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head back as he leaned down and captured her lips with his.

She placed her hands on his chest in an effort to push him away, yet he remained completely still. The sensation of his lips on hers resurrected a multitude of past memories, making it impossible for her to pull away even if she wanted to.

Thomas kissed her roughly, pouring six years of repressed longing and frustration into that singular kiss. His fingers wove deeper into her hair, holding her more securely against him. He could sense the warmth of her body pressed against his, the familiar scent and softness of her overwhelming him with a blend of desire and anger. He nipped at her lower lip, demanding entry, his fingers digging into her hip.

Y/N pulled back just enough to speak, her breathing heavier than before, “Thomas…don’t…don’t do this…“

He ignored her plea, pressing his forehead against hers once more as he struggled to control his breathing. His hold on her hip relaxed slightly, yet he did not release her. “You want me to stop,” he muttered, “but you're not pushing me away.”

She released a shaky sigh, shutting her eyes.

“I can’t…but I know I have to…”

He breathed out slowly, his hand gliding from her hip to her lower back, drawing her even closer.

“Stop fighting this,” he whispered against her skin, his lips finding the soft spot at the base of her throat, just above her collarbone. He felt her shiver in his embrace, the subtle quiver of her body against his only intensifying his desire. “Just let go for a moment.”

She slowly shook her head, yet her body instinctively reacted to his touch, her head tilting backward.

“I can’t Thomas, if I let go I…I might not be able to ever go back…”

Thomas’ grip tightened slightly in response to her words, his lips still pressed against the delicate skin of her throat. He could feel every shuddering breath she took, every pulse of heat beneath his fingers. “Then don’t.” he replied before lightly dragging his teeth over the spot he had just kissed. “I want you with me. Where you belong.”

A shiver coursed up Y/N’s spine, her hands sliding from his chest to his back.

“I’m married. I-I love Paul…” she countered, desperately clinging to her last shred of rationality.

He let out a scoff at the mention of her husband, his jaw clenching as he continued his path down her neck, kissing, licking, and nipping at the tender flesh there, marking her as his own again.

“You might love him,” he muttered against her skin, his hand sliding lower, “But you belong to no one but me.”

She cursed herself for letting this happen, her hand gliding up his back to the nape of his neck. “I hate you for this.” she murmured, causing a low chuckle to escape his throat.

He placed another kiss on her pulse, taking a moment to relish the way her heartbeat had accelerated beneath his lips. “You can hate me all you want.” he responded, his hand sliding over the curve of her ass before giving it a light squeeze. He pulled her closer, his mouth moving up to her ear. “But I know you never stopped loving me.”

Y/N sighed, knowing he was right. He never left her mind or her heart. Each time she looked at Irene, she was reminded of him, reminded of what could have been.

“I-“ she began, but Thomas interrupted her, silencing whatever weak protest she was about to make by crashing his lips back against hers. His kiss was rough, demanding, pouring all of his pent-up frustration and need into it.

One hand wove through her hair while the other held her waist possessively, gripping her so firmly that escape would have been impossible even if she tried.

“You don't get to run from this,” he growled against her mouth, “not again.”

However, this time, Y/N stopped fighting. She let go, if only for a second. Both of her hands cradled his face, her lips moving against his with passion and desire.

A low groan of satisfaction rumbled through Thomas’ chest at her surrender. He lifted her up effortlessly, as if she weighed nothing at all, his hands moving to her thighs, hitching them up around his waist.

He walked the short distance to a nearby couch and gently lowered her down onto her back, his body covering hers immediately as he continued to kiss her with an almost desperate hunger.

Sensing his familiar weight upon her, she emitted a soft moan. Her legs tightened around his waist, any logical thought banished from her mind.

His hands secured her hips as he ground himself against her. The friction between them was intoxicating, his cock hardening with every second that passed.

“You feel that? That’s what you do to me.” he growled, giving her hips a firm squeeze.

Her head fell back, her hands gripping the fabric of his coat as she softly moaned, “Tommy…please…”

Thomas let out a rough groan at the way she said his name, his hands moving to rip open her blouse, buttons scattering across the floor as he revealed her skin to him.

“Say it again,” he demanded, his lips trailing from her throat to her chest, one of his hands already unhooking her bra, “like you used to.”

She couldn’t help but smile at his request, gazing down at him while she removed his coat.

“You know I never said it unless you made me…”

He grinned, his breath brushing against the newly exposed skin of her chest, her delicate flesh making his mouth water.

“And yet, you always did. All I had to do was touch you, and you'd fall apart for me.” he replied, bringing his free hand up to weave into her hair, tilting her head back before pressing a rough kiss to the underside of her jaw.

“I want to hear you say it. I want to hear my name on that pretty little mouth of yours.”

Releasing a deep sigh, her eyes fluttered shut, her words a teasing whisper, “You’re not the only one who changed, Thomas. I won’t break that easily…”

Thomas let out a low, mocking chuckle, pulling back just enough to look down at her. His fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her head back further to expose the smooth, pale column of her throat.

“Is that a challenge, love?” he purred, his voice laced with both desire and warning. “You should know that I always win. Especially with you.”

Y/N looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, her fingers gently sliding off his braces.

“I told you Thomas, I’ve changed.”

He observed her with a focus that was nearly dangerous, his eyes dark as he leaned down once more, his lips hovering mere inches from hers. “I think I'll enjoy making you crumble all over again,” he growled before capturing her mouth in a hungry kiss. His tongue slipped past her lips, searching for hers, while his hand slid over her chest, cupping one of her breasts.

She let out a soft moan into his mouth as his thumb grazed her sensitive nipple, her legs tightening even more around him, making Thomas groan against her lips. His thumb circled roughly over her nipple, pinching it just hard enough to pull a gasp from her.

“Still so responsive for me,” he muttered before trailing a heated path of kisses down the column of her throat. His teeth grazed over a delicate spot before he sucked a bruise into place, marking what was always his.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered closed at his touch, her pussy already tingling in anticipation. A soft gasp escaped her mouth when Thomas captured her nipple with his lips, her hand settling on the back of his head.

He grinned against her skin, sensing the way her body responded to him, his teeth nipping lightly at the hardened peak before soothing it with a slow drag of his tongue.

One hand slid down to hike up her skirt, his fingers teasing along the damp fabric that concealed her most sensitive area. “Your body still remembers me…”

Her breath hitched, her back arching into him as she moaned softly, “Fuck…”

Thomas’ smirk widened as he heard her curse, his fingers continuing to tease her cunt through her panties. He leaned in closer, his mouth brushing just above her ear, his lips hovering over the shell as he spoke in a low, hoarse voice, “I bet Paul doesn’t get you as wet as I do.”

Y/N instantly frowned at his words, locking eyes with him. “Don’t mention him right now…” she murmured in a stern tone.

He released a mocking laugh at her response, his fingers finally slipping beneath the fabric of her underwear, fingertips gliding through her folds. He groaned as he felt just how soaked she was for him.

“Or what?” he taunted, circling the tip of his finger over her clit, just slowly enough to drive her wild.

A deep moan left her lips, her legs tightening around him. She emitted a frustrated groan at how effortlessly he silenced her, her nails brushing against his scalp.

His desire flared at the sound of her moan, his finger descending lower as he entered her opening, his lips reconnecting with hers. His kisses were now filled with desperation and hunger. “I know the truth, love,” he murmured against her mouth, “Your husband might touch you, but it's me you think about when he does.”

She released a shaky breath against his lips, her hips instinctively twitching in response to his touch. “That’s not…true…oh fuck…”

Thomas smirked at the way her body betrayed her words, his finger curling perfectly inside her. He nipped at her bottom lip while observing the pleasure dance across every inch of her beautiful face.

“Liar,” he whispered dangerously, “Your cunt’s squeezing me like it's been starved for this.”

Y/N let out a surprised moan the instant he found that sweet spot, both of her hands moving to clutch his back.

“Jesus Christ…”

He groaned as he watched her unraveling beneath him, her nails digging into his back, her body arching for more. He added a second finger without warning, pressing against that sweet spot repeatedly just to hear the sharp cry that left her lips.

“Say it,” he ordered against the frantic pulse of her throat, “Tell me who you’ve always belonged to.”

Despite her body’s reaction, Y/N still managed to shake her head. She refused to allow him that satisfaction. Not when her thoughts remained somewhat rational.

Thomas let out a low chuckle as he watched her stubborn refusal. Her body writhed under his touch, yearning for release, yet her lovely little mind still attempted to deny him everything.

“You've always been a stubborn thing.” he murmured before withdrawing his fingers from her, causing her to emit a moan of both protest and relief.

“Maybe I need to take another approach.”

His fingers came up to his mouth to suck them clean, his sharp blue eyes never leaving her face. “Keep trying to fight it, love,” he warned, his voice hoarse and deep, ”see where that gets you.”

In a quick motion, he pulled down her skirt and panties, positioning his hands at the back of her knees and hooking them over his shoulders.

Y/N gasped sharply at the abrupt movement, her hands clenching around the leather of the couch in a desperate effort to maintain her balance.

“Thomas what the fuck are you-“

Thomas didn’t let her finish, silencing her question as he began to suck on her clit, eliciting a ragged moan from deep within her throat. Her eyes squeezed shut, her hips instinctively grinding against his face.

He let out an appreciative hum against her, his hands squeezing the back of her thighs with enough pressure to leave marks. He sucked harder, driving her to the brink of madness, before pulling back just enough to explore her wet cunt with his tongue.

Y/N’s moans reverberated through the room, her body arching, twitching, squirming, doing everything and nothing at once. The sensations were overwhelming, yet in the most delightful way possible.

Thomas groaned as he felt her body tense, her hips bucking against his mouth, her fingers gripping the leather of the couch. He dragged his tongue up one final time before pulling back slightly to concentrate on her clit, sucking and nibbling at it. He observed her closely, determined to see her unravel.

She released a loud gasp, her legs quivering as she approached the edge. Her eyes shut tight as her body succumbed to the pleasure, waves of ecstasy flowing through her bones. She let out a strangled cry, a sound caught between a moan and a gasp.

With a smirk, Thomas pulled away, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He gently lowered her body back down, watching her legs tremble.

“Enjoy that, did you?” he asked, his voice thick with desire.

Y/N was at a loss for words, her breathing heavy and uneven as she reeled in the afterglow of pleasure. Her eyes gradually opened, locking onto his gaze. A blend of emotions danced in her eyes, satisfaction, surprise, and even a trace of love that had never left.

He removed his shirt, his gaze burning into hers as he stared down at her. His eyes roamed over her face, noting the flush that coloured her cheeks, the way her chest rose and fell with each breath, and the sheen of sweat glistening on her skin. He wanted to drown himself in her and never come up for air.

With a hard swallow, she regained her voice, “Thomas…I-I shouldn’t…”

However, he interrupted her, lifting his hand to press his finger against her lips.

“Don’t.” he said, his voice low and rough, “Your body can’t lie like your lips can.”

She sighed heavily and closed her eyes, a single teardrop rolling down her cheek.

Thomas’ expression softened at the sight, gently brushing the tear away with his thumb, his heart tightening in his chest. He knew that there was far more at play than merely the physical desire he sought from her.

“Look at me,” he murmured quietly.

Slowly opening her eyes, she locked her gaze with his.

He held her gaze for an extended moment, his expression transforming from the predatory desire of earlier to something far more intricate, something raw and vulnerable. His fingers traced the curve of her cheekbone, lingering there for a second too long.

“You think I don’t know?” he whispered roughly, “That you're torn between what you want and what you think is right?”

Y/N searched his eyes, her voice scarcely above a whisper, “Then what are we doing Thomas…”

His eyes narrowed, a fleeting expression of pain crossing his features. His hand caressed the contour of her jaw, his voice rough as he replied, “Pretending.”

“Pretending that this isn't exactly what we both want.”

His statement was more accurate than she ever wished to acknowledge. She held his gaze for a moment longer before whispering, very quietly, “Fuck me Thomas…”

His eyes turned into pools of pure hunger, all remnants of the vulnerability and pain from before vanishing. His grip on her jaw tightened slightly as he growled his response, his voice low and thick with longing, “You'll regret that.”

“I know…” she answered, nodding slowly.

Thomas groaned lowly at her quiet admission, his hands swiftly moving to his belt. He unbuckled it with sharp, impatient movements, his eyes locked on hers as he lowered this trousers just enough to free his erect cock.

“Last chance. Tell me to stop or don’t speak at all.”

Biting the inside of her cheek, Y/N chose to remain silent. Thomas exhaled sharply through his nose, a mix of frustration and satisfaction. In one rough motion, he turned her onto her stomach and spread her legs, his hand wrapping around her throat.

“You asked for this,” he growled as he pressed the head of his cock against her soaked entrance, “Now take it.”

She gasped softly at the sensation, followed by a louder gasp as she felt his hard cock push deep into her cunt.

“Tommy-“

He groaned as he bottomed out inside her, her tight, wet heat clenching around him like a vise. He tightened his hold on her throat just a little before pulling out almost completely and slamming back in. “Louder,” he demanded, “let me hear you.”

Y/N moaned with each deep thrust he delivered, her fingernails scratching the leather couch.

She raised her voice slightly, the words emerging as moans, “Oh fuck…Thomas…”

He emitted a low growl, his hips slamming into hers harder with every thrust. His fingers flexed against her throat, not enough to cut off her air, but just enough to make her feel it.

Every deep thrust brought her closer to the brink, her moans growing increasingly louder. He reached depths within her that Paul never could, causing her toes to curl in ecstasy.

Thomas could sense Y/N approaching her climax, his own release nearing quickly. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, “Who do you belong to?”

She shook her head, her voice taking on a desperate tone, “Don’t make me say it…please…”

She gasped as he began to press her body into the couch with each thrust, ensuring his cock was as deeply inside her as physically possible.

“Fuck! Please Tommy-“

He groaned at her reluctance, his thrusts becoming more forceful as he pursued his own climax.

“Say it!” he yelled against the shell of her ear, “Say it, Y/N!”

Tears welled up in her eyes as she became overwhelmed with pleasure, pushing all logical thoughts aside. The moment she tipped over the edge, her body trembling from the force of her orgasm, she lost all control as the words simply spilled out, “I belong to you!! I belong to you Thomas!”

He let out a feral groan as her declaration drove him to his own climax, his hips moving erratically as he released himself deep within her. His grip on her throat tightened slightly, his forehead resting against the damp skin of her back.

“And don't you ever forget it.”

Y/N fought to regain her breath, her body quivering with the aftershocks of her release. She was unable to think clearly for a moment. All she could do was feel. Feel how his essence coated her walls, how deep he remained buried inside her, how his weight pinned her down.

Thomas was just as breathless, his grip on her throat gradually easing. He tenderly brushed her hair aside, placing a gentle kiss on the soft, exposed skin of her neck before allowing his lips to wander downwards, leaving a trail of feather-light kisses along her spine.

Releasing a slow, reluctant breath, he slowly pulled out, his fingers lingering on her hips for a moment longer than necessary. He observed as his cum leaked from her onto the couch, the sight sending another sharp pulse of heat up his spine.

She remained motionless for a few moments longer before quietly pushing herself up, retrieving her blouse from the floor and using it to cover herself.

Thomas watched her with a heavy gaze, his jaw clenching as he took in the sight of her covering herself, the way she couldn't even meet his eyes. “Don't.” he muttered gruffly, “Don’t you dare make me leave.”

She slowly shook her head, her voice significantly quieter than before, “I don’t have to…”

His gaze tracked her movements like a predator as he leaned back against the couch, observing her as she dressed. His eyes narrowed as the fabric of her clothing concealed her body once more, the body he had just possessed, the body that was now no longer available to him.

“You're still leaving Birmingham.” he stated.

She nodded slowly, her fingers tracing the edges of her suitcase.

Thomas watched her for a moment, an unfamiliar ache settling in his chest. He shook off the feeling, clearing his throat before he spoke again, his voice rougher than before.

“You know I’ll come find you?”

Y/N nodded once more, finally turning to meet his gaze. Despite the pain in her heart, she managed a soft smirk, lowering her voice, “I know. But I’ll pretend that I don’t.”

[elizamurphysworld]

IRRESISTIBLE

(Jim x Fem Reader) 18+

Part Ten - Home

Word Count: 5109

Warnings: Swearing, Age Gap, Fluff, Mention of Death

Author’s Note: This is the last part! I hope you all enjoyed reading this story :) Let me know what/who you’d like me to write about next, suggestions are always appreciated! (As long as it’s Cillian or his characters ofc)

Jim’s eyes widened in disbelief, his heart racing uncontrollably in his chest after hearing those words. He was almost convinced that he had misheard her, that his mind was deceiving him.

“What? Sweetheart, are you asking me…to marry you?”

Y/N quickly moved off his lap, taking a few steps back.

“No, I’m sorry I…I know it’s not possible Jim, I know…you’re already married and you have kids, I’m only 19…I don’t even know if I’m allowed to and-“

He remained seated for a moment, completely shocked by her statement, before he quickly rose and took a step towards her, his heart racing in his chest.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Please, just…just calm down, alright? Let’s just take a deep breath and talk, okay?”

She searched his gaze before taking a deep breath, nodding softly.

His heart broke a little at the anxiety reflecting in her eyes. Taking her hand, he intertwined his fingers with hers before speaking, “Thank you, sweetheart. First off, I want you to know that I’m not mad or upset with you, okay? I just want to understand why you said it. Can you tell me that, at least?"

Y/N exhaled a trembling sigh, her eyes fixed on their hands. “I just…I forgot about our whole situation for a second…I looked into your eyes and I knew I never wanted to be with someone else.”

She gradually met his gaze again, tears prickling in her eyes. Jim felt a pang in his heart at the sight, his hands letting go of hers only to wipe away the tears that rolled down her cheeks.

“Sweetheart, please don’t cry. I don’t like seeing you cry, it breaks my heart.”

She closed her eyes, nodding softly, her voice a shaky whisper, “Sorry…I’m sorry…”

He immediately shook his head, his hands tenderly cradling her face.

“No, no, please don’t apologize, sweetheart. You have nothing to apologize for, okay? I understand why you said it, and I’m not mad at you for saying it. It’s just…it’s complicated, sweetheart. You do understand that, don’t you?”

“I know it is, I know it’s not possible…I don’t know why I even thought of it…” she replied quietly, releasing another shaky sigh.

He desired nothing more than to say yes, to tell Y/N that he would marry her and share his life with her. However, he knew that the situation was more complex, and he despised that.

“I wish it could be possible, sweetheart. I really do. But…you know why we can’t, right?”

She slowly nodded, “I know, you have your own family…”

He let out a heavy sigh, his heart breaking as he noticed the sadness in her eyes. He pulled her into a tight embrace, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’m so sorry things have to be this way. Believe me, if I could I’d marry you in a heartbeat. I’d spend the rest of my life making you happy, showing you how much I love you. But…I just can’t…” he murmured into her hair.

Y/N melted into the embrace, returning the hug as she buried her head against his chest.

“I don’t want to lose you, sweetheart. I don’t want to give you up. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I can’t imagine my life without you in it. But I don’t know how we can keep doing this…” he confessed, his voice cracking slightly.

She nodded, her voice muffled as she spoke against his chest, “I don’t want to lose you either, I love you so much….but you’re right, I don’t know how we can keep doing this either…”

Holding her even closer, he felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. “I wish there was another way, sweetheart. I wish we could find a way to be together, to make this work. But I can’t just leave my family, abandon my kids…I can’t do that to them, as much as I want to be with you…" he whispered with a mixture of care and regret.

“We can’t stay together forever Jim, you know that too…someone will find out eventually…we should-“ she replied, her voice nearly faltering as she continued, “We should stop before it’s too late…”

He shut his eyes, feeling a lump form in his throat. He knew she was right, that they couldn’t keep living this double life forever. Yet, the idea of letting her go pained him more than anything he had ever felt.

“I know…you’re right, sweetheart. We should stop. But I don’t know if I can…I don’t know if I can let you go…”

Y/N hesitantly withdrew from him, tears cascading down her cheeks as she forced herself to say the words, “Let me go Jim…just…leave…”

He reached out, yearning to draw her back into his embrace, yet he restrained himself at the final moment, understanding that it was for the best. “Sweetheart, don’t…don’t cry. Please, don’t cry…”

He searched her gaze intently, his heart clenching at the sight of her red, glassy eyes. His own eyes were filled with unshed tears as he whispered, “Will you promise me something? Promise me that you’ll take care of yourself, that you’ll be okay. I don’t know how I’m going to manage without you, but I want to know that you’ll be okay…”

Y/N used her sleeve to wipe away her tears, but they continued to flow. Still, she nodded, her voice soft and laced with sorrow, “I promise I’ll be fine Jim…please just…don’t make this any harder…just…go…”

Her words pierced his heart, and he felt a wave of sadness envelop him. He studied her face for a long moment, committing every detail to memory, before nodding slowly.

“Okay…okay, sweetheart.”

He then turned and began to walk towards the door, each step feeling like a dagger to his heart. Just before reaching the door, he paused and looked back at her one last time, a multitude of unspoken words lingering on his lips. His mind urged him to go back, to hold her tightly and never let go. But he knew that it would only make things harder. Taking a deep breath, he forced a sad smile onto his face.

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

He turned and exited through the door, his heart feeling as though it was being ripped apart.

As soon as the door closed, Y/N took a deep and shaky breath, then collapsed onto the floor, her sobs resonating throughout the house.

 

Several months had passed since Jim and Y/N went their separate ways. Jim was seated on his couch, staring blankly at the wall, his mind constantly wandering to the memories he had with her. The laughter, the love, the stolen moments when it was merely the two of them against the world. He found himself constantly wondering how she was doing, if she was alright. However, he understood that this was for the best, that maintaining his distance would allow her to move on.

He glanced up as he heard footsteps approaching, seeing Danielle enter while holding his phone. She held it towards him, her voice sharp, “Unlock your phone.”

He raised an eyebrow at her sudden command, slightly confused by her tone. "Uh, okay…why? What’s going on?”

“I have reasons to believe that you’ve been cheating on me, and I want to know if I’m right.” she responded, her free hand clenching into a fist.

He momentarily froze upon hearing her words, his thoughts instantly drifting to Y/N. Nevertheless, he tried to keep his expression composed as he answered, “Wait, what? Cheating on you? What makes you think that?”

“Unlock your phone, Jim.” Danielle insisted, her voice rising in intensity.

He stared at her for a few moments, weighing the options of either denying her or giving in. Ultimately, he sighed, retrieved his phone, unlocked it and returned it to her.

“There. It’s unlocked. Go ahead and look through it if you want.”

Jim shifted uneasily on the couch, observing as Danielle scrolled through his phone, his heart pounding with anxiety. He was aware of certain content he preferred to stay hidden, particularly the messages exchanged with Y/N.

At last, after what seemed like an eternity, Danielle stopped her scrolling. She looked up at him, her expression a blend of anger and pain. “Why are there so many messages and photos of Y/N on your phone, Jim?”

His heart plummeted. He realized he had been caught. He struggled to fabricate a convincing lie, hastily making up an excuse, “I-I’m tutoring her. She’s having trouble in college, so I’m helping her with her studies. The photos and messages are just about her assignments.”

She raised an eyebrow, releasing a scoff of disbelief.

“You’re tutoring a 19-year-old girl? Really? And what about these pictures of the two of you together? Are those from tutoring sessions too? They sure don’t look like it.”

He let out a deep sigh, realising he could no longer maintain the lie when she held the truth in her hand.

"You’re right…it’s not a tutoring thing. We’ve…we’ve been seeing each other, okay? We were in a relationship.”

Even though she had suspected it for some time, she had hoped she was wrong. Her hand gripped the phone tightly, her voice trembling as she shouted, “You were in a relationship with Y/N?! She’s Andrew’s fucking daughter! How long has this been going on?!”

He averted his gaze, a wave of shame enveloping him.

“We started seeing each other a few months ago. It happened kind of unexpectedly, but I guess we just...connected. I don’t know, Danielle, I can’t really explain it. I know it’s wrong, I know it’s messed up, but we had real feelings for each other.”

Danielle stood there, stunned by his statement. The sense of betrayal she experienced was evident on her face. “Unbelievable. You are unbelievable. You cheated on me with a 19-year-old girl, Jim. A literal teenager. Do you even realize how messed up that is?”

He closed his eyes, knowing she was right. Yet, his heart ached for Y/N, longing for her with every heartbeat.

“I know, Danielle. I know it’s messed up. But I can’t explain how I feel about her. She’s not just a teenager to me, she’s so much more than that. We love each other.” he countered, meeting her gaze.

She threw his phone onto the couch next to him, nearly screaming now, “Love? You think what you have with her is love? It’s not love, Jim. It’s a perversion.”

He flinched at her words, recognizing their truth but still unable to ignore his feelings. He was aware that he was a terrible man for what he had done, yet he could not control how he felt.

“I know it looks bad, okay? I know it sounds messed up, but it’s not as simple as you make it out to be. We have a connection, a bond. It’s something I can’t explain, but it’s real. And besides, we stopped seeing each other a few months ago.”

Danielle let out a bitter laugh, the pain clear in her voice, “A connection? It’s not some romantic story, Jim. It’s disgusting and pathetic. And I’m not taking any part in it. I’ve been wanting a divorce for a while, and now I have a fucking good reason to go through with it!”

His eyes widened at her words, his voice taking on a desperate tone, “No, wait! Danielle, please, let’s think about this. We have a family together. We can work through this. I swear, I haven’t spoken to her in months. We’re done. I’ll do anything to make it up to you, just please don’t ask for a divorce.”

Danielle’s eyes brimmed with tears, causing the guilt and shame he felt to intensify. He knew he had hurt her deeply and betrayed her trust, all because he was unable to resist his feelings for Y/N.

“Look, I know I’m a terrible person. But you can’t seriously think a divorce is the best solution to this. We have kids together, we have a life together. We can work through this, I know we can.” he pleaded, desperately searching her gaze.

However, Danielle shook her head, her anger still burning strong.

“No, we can’t. You should have thought about the consequences before you started fooling around with Y/N. I should ask for full custody, but I’ll allow you to see the kids every other weekend. Apart from that, I don’t want you in my life anymore, Jim. We’re done.”

He felt the burden of his actions finally weighing on him. He had destroyed his life, his marriage, and his family, all because of his feelings for the daughter of his best friend.

 

A few days later, Jim had gathered all his belongings and embraced his sons tightly, struggling to hold back tears as he bid them farewell.

“I love you both so much. You be good for mommy, okay? I’ll see you soon, I promise.”

He kissed each of them on the forehead, trying to memorise their faces before turning to face Danielle. She stood with her arms crossed, She stood there with her arms crossed, her demeanour cold and distant.

“I’ll keep things civil for the sake of our kids. But that’s it. Don’t expect anything more from me. I never want to see you again except when you’re picking up the kids.” she stated.

Jim nodded in silence, accepting her coldness. He knew he deserved it, after all he had put her through. Danielle glared at him, her eyes filled with anger and disgust, before turning away from him.

He lingered for a moment longer before picking up his bags and walking out the door, his heart heavy with guilt and regret.

 

Days turned into weeks, and weeks transformed into months. Jim struggled to adjust to his new life, seeing his kids every other weekend and living in a small apartment on his own. However, as time progressed, he increasingly found himself reflecting on Y/N. He missed the sound of her laughter, the way her eyes sparkled when she smiled, and the sensation of her body close to his.

One evening, after he had dropped the children off at Danielle’s house, he found himself driving past Y/N’s house. Unsure of why he was there, he felt an irresistible urge to search for any sign of her presence. He parked a short distance away and switched off the engine, his heart racing as he scanned the windows.

After less than a few minutes, he noticed the front door opening and immediately recognized her figure. His breath hitched in his throat. She looked just as beautiful as he remembered, perhaps even more so. His heart fluttered at the sight of her, yet his mind was clouded with doubts and concerns.

He watched intently as she approached the mailbox, opening it to retrieve the envelopes. While he observed her sorting through the mail, he saw a shadowy figure standing in the doorway. It appeared to be a young man, and the thought of her being involved with someone else sent a wave of jealousy and anger through Jim’s body.

When Y/N returned inside the house, he caught a fleeting glimpse of the man wrapping his arm around her shoulder just before the door closed.

He remained in his car, paralysed, caught between his desires and his responsibilities. He knew he had no right to be there, no right to even consider interfering in her life again, but his heart was crying out for her, demanding that he go to her and fight for her love.

He reached for the handle, determination and despair surging through his veins. Exiting the car, he slammed the door shut behind him.

As he neared the porch, he inhaled deeply, attempting to steady his racing heart. He clenched and unclenched his fists, battling the urge to knock on the door. He knew this was a bad idea, that it was selfish and foolish. However, his heart drowned out the warnings of his mind.

He raised his hand to knock, allowing it to linger in the air as he experienced a moment of hesitation. He wished he could turn away, return to his car, and drive off. Yet, he found himself unable to move.

He closed his eyes, blocking out the world around him, all his thoughts focused on Y/N. Then, he knocked on the door, the sound echoing through the quiet night.

After a brief pause, the door swung open, revealing a young man. His voice was calm and polite as he spoke, “Hello sir, can I help you?”

Jim felt a pang of jealousy the instant he laid eyes on the man, but he forced himself to take a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure.

“I need to talk to Y/N.”

“And who are you?” the man asked cautiously.

He clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowing slightly. He wanted to say that he was her ex, her everything. Instead, he swallowed his pride and replied, “I'm an old friend of hers. It's important that I speak with her."

The man nodded slowly, offering him a gentle smile, “I can go get her. What’s your name?”

“It's Jim.”

Those words made the man's eyes widen, his voice turning quieter, “Jim?…The Jim?”

Jim was slightly surprised by the man's reaction, wondering what Y/N might have told him. “Yeah, that's me.”

Still staring at him in disbelief, the man nodded. “I’ll…I’ll go get her…”

He nodded in response, observing as the man vanished into the house. His heart raced in his chest, and his mind was flooded with countless thoughts and possibilities. His palms were sweaty, and he attempted to dry them discreetly on his jeans.

When the man returned, he gave Jim an apologetic look, his voice almost a whisper, “I’m sorry, sir. She…she said she doesn’t want to see you…”

Jim gritted his teeth, feeling the surge of despair and anger rising within him. He yearned to storm into the house and insist on seeing her, to force her to listen to him. However, he knew that it would only make things worse. He inhaled deeply and tried to maintain a steady voice as he spoke, “Please…please tell her that I just want to talk. It’s important.”

“What could be so important to talk about, Jim…” Y/N’s voice replied from behind the man. He moved aside, her eyes meeting Jim’s.

His breath caught in his throat, the sight of her bringing a mix of relief and pain. He swallowed hard before responding, his voice filled with emotion, “I just need to talk to you, just for a few minutes. Please…it’s important.”

“Fine…just a few minutes…” she answered, her expression a mixture of anger and sorrow.

He immediately stepped closer, his heart racing as he watched her, absorbing every detail of her face. She looked so beautiful, yet so distant.

“Thank you. Can we talk somewhere more private?”

She sighed, casting a glance at the man as she spoke, “It’s okay Jack…I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

Jack nodded briefly before approaching her and enveloping her in a tight embrace. Jim's fists clenched, battling the jealousy that rose within him.

Once Jack exited the house, Y/N closed the door and turned to face Jim.

“There, we’re private…”

He took a deep breath, attempting to articulate his feelings.

“I know I hurt you. But…I can't stop thinking about you. I want you know that I never stopped loving you."

She averted her gaze, shaking her head. “I’m not going down that road again Jim. We both agreed to stop seeing each other. You have a wife, kids-“

He froze at the mention of Danielle. He had forgotten the fact that Y/N was unaware of the full story, believing he was still married and merely seeking another affair.

“Not anymore…I got a divorce. A little over a month ago…”

Her eyes widened as she searched his expression, a frown beginning to form on her face. Her voice was tinged with both disbelief and a glimmer hope as she spoke, “You….you’re not together anymore?”

“No, I’m not. It’s over. We separated after Danielle found out about us.”

She swallowed hard, her heart overwhelmed with conflicting emotions. “I…I don’t know what to say…”

He took a step closer, his voice softer, almost pleading.

"I've never stopped thinking about you. Ever since we…since we ended things, I've realized just how much you meant to me. I know I hurt you, I know I don't deserve it, but please…please give me another chance…”

Jim could see the turmoil in Y/N’s eyes, the struggle between her pain and the love she still harboured for him. He took another step closer, close enough to touch her, yet he restrained himself.

“Please. Don’t just send me away…not again…”

She looked back into his eyes, those final words hitting her harder than she was willing to admit. Her voice trembled slightly as she uttered, “Jim I…I don’t want to lose you again…”

The pain and longing in her words pierced through his heart like a knife. Seizing the opportunity, he grasped her hands in his. “You won’t, I promise, you won’t lose me. I won’t let it happen.”

“Then prove it…” she murmured, staring deeply into his eyes, almost not believing what she was about to say, “Marry me.”

His heart momentarily stopped as he listened to the words escape her lips. He stared at her for several long moments, his mind struggling to comprehend what she had just said. Yet, he realized that it would be foolish to decline, to turn down the chance to spend his life with her.

"Yes…yes, I'll marry you. A thousand times yes."

Her eyes flickered with excitement, despite her efforts to conceal it. Tears began to prickle in her eyes as she murmured, “I…I just wanted to know how serious you were…I-“

He chuckled softly, shaking his head while looking down at her delicate hands held in his. “You don't have to ask me to marry you to know that.” he replied, before looking back up again with a serious and intense expression, “I've never stopped loving you. Not since the day we met. No matter how many times I tried to convince myself that I was over you, I never was. I never will be.”

He reached up, gently stroking her cheek with his knuckles, as if trying to reassure himself that this was real, that he had not lost her forever. Her eyes became clouded with unshed tears as she wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly.

Jim buried his face in her hair, his eyes closing as he breathed in her scent, the familiarity of it both comforting and painful. He could feel her tears soaking into his shirt as he whispered in her ear, “I missed you so fucking much…”

She exhaled a shaky breath, responding quietly, “I missed you too…and you don’t need to marry me if you don’t want to I just…I just wanted to know how serious you were…”

However, he held her even closer upon hearing those words, his own voice firm and resolute.

“No, I want to do this. I want to marry you. I don't care if it's now or ten years from now, I will marry you. For all I care we can go to the courthouse and get married tomorrow. But I will marry you. I'm serious about you, about us. I never want to lose you again.”

Without uttering another word, he closed the gap between them, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both hungry and tender, the pent-up desire of months apart pouring into every stroke and caress of his tongue against hers. One hand wove through her hair, eager to draw her as close as possible, while the other held her waist, securing her to him.

Suddenly, a knock sounded on the door, the sound snapping them back to reality. Y/N sighed, reluctantly pulling away from him before opening the front door. Jack stood there, offering her an apologetic smile. “Hey…”

She chuckled, rolling her eyes in amusement, “What did you forget this time?”

“My charger…” he murmured, his eyes darting between her and Jim.

She opened the door further, stepping aside, “Go on…”

Jim's gaze followed Jack as he quickly nodded and hurried upstairs. He tried to keep his voice steady, despite the waves jealousy flowing through him.

“Who is he?”

She glanced back at him, “Jack? Oh, he’s just-“ she started, but was cut off when the man came back down the stairs, “Got it!” he yelled.

He wrapped her in a firm hug before exiting the house and waving goodbye again. Jim’s jaw was clenched, his hands forming fists. He turned to Y/N, his voice tight and strained.

“So…are you two sleeping together?”

She frowned, shaking her head, “Jim, I wouldn’t ask you to marry me if I was sleeping with another guy, would I?”

He ran his fingers through his hair, his body still tense.

“You're just friends? Close friends?"

She rolled her eyes, chuckling softly as she replied, “Don’t worry Jim, nothing is going on between us…”

“But how can you be sure? Has he told you? Maybe he does like you and-“ Jim rambled, but Y/N interrupted him, taking both of his hands in hers.

“Jim. He’s not into me. He’s not into girls.”

He gazed at her with a look of surprise on his face. He had never even considered the possibility that Jack might not be straight. The realization tempered his jealousy, but not by much. “He’s not into girls? He’s…he’s gay?”

“Yes he is, you happy now?” she asked with a small smirk.

He drew her closer, his thumbs caressing the back of her hands. The reassurance that there was nothing romantic or sexual between her and Jack allowed him to exhale a sigh of relief.

“Right…so he just keeps you company…”

She nodded slowly, a sad expression crossing her face. “I need it…ever since dad died-“

The mention of Andrew struck Jim hard. He was completely unaware that her father, his best friend, had passed away, and it stirred a large wave of guilt within him. He cut her off, “Andrew’s dead?”

Y/N frowned, searching his gaze in confusion.

“You didn’t know?” she asked tentitavely.

He looked back at her, the guilt and pain evident in his eyes. He shook his head, a trace of shame in his voice. “No, I didn’t know…I’m so sorry…I should have been there for you…”

“No it’s…it’s okay…he died three months ago…alcohol overdose…” she responded, the sadness and pain still clear in her tone.

He swallowed hard, imagining the pain and emptiness she must be experiencing following her father’s death. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart…you shouldn’t have had to go through that alone...”

She shook her head, slightly shrugging her shoulders, “That’s why Jack was here…”

He took a deep breath, a fresh wave of jealousy washing over him. His voice dropped to a whisper as he murmured, “I can't stand the thought of you finding comfort in someone else's arms. Not when you're supposed to be mine…”

She couldn't suppress a chuckle, a small smile gracing her lips. “Well you can either complain about how you weren’t there, or you can be there for me now…”

Jim returned her smile with one of his own, his hands giving hers a comforting squeeze.

“I am here now, and I’m not going anywhere…I’m going to be here for you…”

Her smile widened, but she soon took on a more serious tone, “Do you have a place to stay?”

He exhaled deeply, his eyes drifting away from her gaze. “Sort of. I’ve been staying at some cheap place. It’s not much but it’s something…” he replied, pulling her closer.

“Sell it…live here, with me…I own the house now, it’s one of the few things my dad left me…”

He instantly looked back at her, taken aback by her suggestion. The thought of living with Y/N, waking up beside her each morning and sharing every night in the same bed, was everything he desired and more.

“Are you sure? You want me to move in? Permanently?”

She nodded, her voice sincere, “Only if you want to…but you don’t have to decide now…”

He gave her a slow, crooked smile, his hands moving to rest on her hips. “I want to…I want to move in…I want to wake up next to you every morning, and come home to you every night…I want to make this place our home…”

Her eyes danced between his, a warm smile blossoming on her face.

“Then…go, go grab your stuff and…live here with me…”

He drew her even closer, his body pressed against hers. The thought of moving in with her thrilled him beyond belief, the possibility of building a life together filling him with a deep sense of contentment.

“I’ll go pack my things, and I’ll call my landlord and tell him I’m not renewing the lease.” he responded with a smile, unable to conceal the excitement in his voice.

“Go…I’ll be waiting here, okay?”

He nodded quickly, his hands lingering on her hips for a moment longer before reluctantly pulling away.

 

The drive to his apartment was a short one, but it felt like a long, winding road.

Jim quickly gathered his belongings, his mind consumed by thoughts of Y/N, driving his actions. He packed clothes, toiletries, and a few personal items into a small suitcase, his movements efficient and hurried.

 

After making several phone calls and placing his suitcase in the trunk, he drove back to her house. Their house. A blend of excitement and anxiety coursed through him as he neared the familiar driveway.

Pulling into the driveway, he took a deep breath, his heart thrumming with excitement and anticipation. The sight of her house brought a sense of comfort and familiarity, and the thought of Y/N waiting inside for him quickened his pace as he exited the car and retrieved his suitcase.

She opened the door, leaning against the doorframe, watching him for a moment with an affectionate smile on her face.

Jim ascended the steps slowly, suitcase in hand, stopping directly in front of her. She lifted one hand to cup his cheek, her thumb gently stroking the soft skin. Her voice was a soft whisper, filled with love, “Welcome home…”

Her gentle touch and the sound of the word ‘home’ enveloped him in a sense of satisfaction. He placed his suitcase on the floor and pulled her into a tight embrace, nuzzling his face into her hair.

“I’m glad to be home…with you…”

[elizamurphysworld]

IRRESISTIBLE

(Jim x Fem Reader) 18+

Part Nine - The Price of Pleasure

Word Count: 3442

Warnings: Swearing, Age Gap, Fluff, Smut: P in V, Unprotected Sex, Creampie

Lying in bed, Jim felt his impatience grow as the seconds passed, his body tense with longing. Eventually, he couldn’t take it anymore. He sat up in bed, his hands reaching for a pair of sweatpants which he quickly put on.

He hurried downstairs, his steps quick, determined to find Y/N and bring her back to bed.

Upon entering the kitchen, he saw her leaning against the counter with a glass of water. “There you are…” he said, his voice rough with need.

Y/N laughed softly as she took a sip of her water, “You’re impatient, aren’t you?”

He took a step closer, his movements slow but deliberate. “Damn right I am…I can’t stand being away from you for one minute, I need you, I want you…now…”

She placed her glass down and crossed her arms, “So eager…” she replied with a soft chuckle.

He grinned, his eyes filled with desire as he moved even closer, his body just inches from hers. His hand reached out, softly tracing the curve of her waist.

“You have no idea how desperate I am for you right now, I can’t think straight. I can’t stop thinking about touching you, tasting you…”

Y/N slightly rolled her eyes before pushing herself up onto the counter, taking a seat on the edge. She allowed her robe to slide from her shoulders as she gradually spread her legs. “I told you I haven’t done a lot of things yet, and I haven’t done it like this…”

Jim smiled at her gesture, his gaze absorbing the image of her perched on the counter. He positioned himself between her thighs, his hands gently ascending her legs, his touch both tender and possessive.

“Oh sweetheart…you look fucking beautiful like this…”

His hands traveled up her thighs, gradually spreading her legs further apart, his voice laced with desire, “Are you sure you want to do it like this, baby? Right here on the counter?”

She nodded slowly, “There has to be a first time for everything right? And I want to explore all of that this weekend.”

“Mhm, you have no idea how badly I want to explore every inch of your body,” Jim murmured, pushing his body against hers while his hands roamed over her exposed skin, “I want to take my time with you, but I don’t know if I can go slow…I want you too badly…”

Y/N let her hand trace along his cheek, descending to his pants as she whispered, “Don’t go slow…I can take it…”

He exhaled a shaky breath at the sensation of her fingers gently tugging down his sweatpants, his voice becoming raspy with longing, “You say that now, baby…but I don’t want to hurt you…”

She quickly shook her head, meeting his gaze.

“Don’t worry about that, in fact, how about we make it even more fun?”

He released a breathless laugh as he discarded his pants, standing completely naked once more, his cock already erect and leaking. “More fun, huh? What did you have in mind, baby?”

She leaned in closer, whispering into his ear, “I want you to go hard, harder than you’ve ever gone before…”

His eyes widened at her words, a growl escaping his throat and his hands tightening their grip on her hips.

“You want it hard? Are you sure you can handle it?”

She smirked, nodding, “Oh I’m sure…”

He responded to her smirk with one of his own, his hands guiding Y/N’s legs around his waist.

“Oh sweetheart, you have no idea what you’re in for…”

She instinctively tightened her legs around him, their bodies pressed closely together. His eyes locked with hers, his voice rough and gravelly, “Hold on tight, this is going to be rough…”

Y/N grasped his shoulders, observing as he wrapped one hand around his cock, aligning himself before sliding in with one smooth thrust.

She moaned softly, resting her forehead against his, her eyes raking over his face. Jim let out a guttural moan at the familiar sensation of her warm walls enveloping him, his eyes rolling back.

After taking a moment to regain his composure, he released a low growl as he began to move, his hands keeping her hips firmly in place.

“Oh fuck…Jim…” she moaned, her eyes fluttering closed.

He instantly quickened his pace, his breath escaping in uneven gasps, unable to concentrate on words at that moment. Y/N inhaled sharply at his fast thrusts, her body yearning for more than ever before. “Faster Jim, don’t hold back…show me what you’ve got…”

“You asked for it, sweetheart. Don't say I didn't warn you…” he replied between heavy breaths, his voice filled with desperation. He started pounding into her cunt harder and faster, his body moving with a raw intensity.

She leaned her head on his shoulder, moaning more loudly against his skin, “Oh god, that’s it…don’t stop…”

His body moved with an intensity he did not know he possessed, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed in the kitchen, his hands tightening in a bruising grip, pulling her hips against his.

“I can’t…get enough…of you…” he muttered between pants.

Y/N continued to moan and gasp loudly against his skin, feeling his cock penetrate deeper than ever before. “Oh…oh God…”

He growled as he continued to thrust into her, his body tense with desire, his mind consumed solely by pleasure. Her moans transformed into gasps of ecstasy as she felt her body tingling with bliss, her hands clutching his back tightly while she buried her face in the crook of his neck.

The sensation of her hands gripping his back made his heart race even faster than it already was, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he groaned with each powerful thrust.

“You can take it, baby…you can take it…”

Y/N felt as though the air had been sucked from her lungs, her nails digging into his back as pleasure and pain overwhelmed her, her entire body tense with the intensity of her climax.

Jim moved even faster, his body tightening as he approached his own release, his voice strained and raspy, “Sweetheart, I’m getting close…I can’t hold back much longer…”

Her legs ached, her hips throbbed, yet all that occupied her mind was the sensation of his cock driving in and out of her needy pussy. Suddenly, her legs tightened around him, pulling a deep groan from him. The new sensation sent him straight to the edge, his hips momentarily stuttering.

He gasped deeply, his movements becoming increasingly frantic as he approached his climax. He threw his head back, emitting a deep moan into the air. His body shuddered with pleasure, his hands gripping Y/N even tighter as he came inside her.

“Oh God…baby…oh…God…”

Y/N was panting heavily, her vision nearly fading to white as she breathed, “Oh…fuck…”

Jim held her closely against him, his body still trembling from the intensity of his climax, his voice barely above a whisper, “Fuck, baby…you’re…you’re incredible…I’ve never…never felt anything like that…fuck…"

He leaned his forehead against hers, his breathing gradually slowing down as he searched her face.

"You okay, sweetheart? I didn’t…I didn’t hurt you, did I?"

She was still attempting to regain her breath, unable to speak. Her eyes were closed, her legs trembling. The sight made him chuckle softly, his thumbs gently tracing circles on her thighs. “Looks like I wore you out…I guess I got a little carried away, huh?" he asked, his voice low and affectionate.

Her voice was a soft whisper between heavy breaths, “Am I still alive?”

He grinned, his eyes brimming with affection and amusement. He tenderly cupped her face in his hands, caressing her cheeks. “You're alive and well, sweetheart. Though, I can't guarantee you'll be walking properly tomorrow morning.”

She smiled, her eyes barely opening as she met his gaze. “I…I don’t think I’ll ever walk again…”

He laughed softly at her remark, “Don't worry, I'll take care of you. You can spend the whole weekend in bed if you need to. I didn’t wear you out too much, did I?”

She shook her head, giving him a reassuring smile, “I’ll…I’ll be fine, it was just intense…”

He let out a chuckle, his hands gliding down her body to settle on her legs. Leaning in, he placed a tender kiss on her forehead.

“You have a way of making me lose all control. It’s like I can’t think straight or hold back when I’m with you. You drive me completely crazy, sweetheart."

He carefully helped her off the counter, his arm encircling her waist. Y/N tried to stand up, but found herself unable to do so due to her quivering legs. She draped an arm around his shoulder, clinging to him.

He frowned and shook his head, “Let me carry you. You’ll never make it to the bed on your own."

She smiled at his offer, nodding softly. Jim gently lifted her into his arms with ease, holding her closely against his chest. She leaned her head against him, a warm smile gracing her lips as she relished being held in his arms.

Jim felt his heart swell with affection as he carried her to the bedroom. Once there, he set her down on the mattress, then crawled in beside her, drawing her into his embrace.

“There you go, sweetheart. Comfortable?”

She snuggled as close to him as physically possible, nodding against his chest. “Very…”

"Good. Rest now, baby. I’ll be here when you wake up. I’m not going anywhere." he assured her, placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head, his lips lingering there for a brief moment.

 

Y/N slept for several hours, her body spent and exhausted. As evening approached, Jim tenderly brushed a lock of hair from her face, speaking softly, “Sweetheart, wake up. I have a surprise for you.”

She gradually opened her eyes, her voice laced with sleep, “Mhm?”

He smiled hearing her drowsy tone, his voice softening even further, “Hey there, sleepyhead. I let you rest for a few hours, but now I have a little surprise for you. You up for it?”

She propped herself up slightly, rubbing her eyes. “What is it?”

His smile widened as he watched her rub her eyes, finding her absolutely adorable in her sleepy state.

“Here, I laid out some clothes for you, just get dressed and then I'll take you to your surprise.” he explained, gesturing towards a neatly arranged pile of clothes on the bedside table.

She stretched her arms above her head, swung her legs over the edge of the bed, and took the clothes without hesitation. While she dressed, Jim’s gaze wandered over her figure, unable to suppress the surge of desire that coursed through him.

As she pulled up her pants, she paused just before they covered her hips, her eyes catching sight of her inner thighs marked with red and the beginnings of faint bruises.

His eyes followed her gaze, a sense of guilt settling in his chest. “I-I think I was a little too rough on you…I’m sorry…”

However, Y/N quickly shook her head, “It’s okay, I guess that’s just the price of pleasure.” she replied with a chuckle, pulling her pants up all the way. “So, where are we going?”

“You’ll see. It’s a surprise, sweetheart. But I promise you’ll love it. You just have to trust me.” he responded with a gentle smile.

“I do trust you…”

Those words filled him with warmth and affection. He softly grasped her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. “I’m glad you do. Now, hold on to me and I’ll guide you to your surprise.”

He held her hand firmly as he guided her out of the bedroom. He looked back at her over his shoulder, noticing her slight limp, which made his heart tighten with guilt, knowing he was responsible for it. However, the instant he caught sight of her sweet smile, all feelings of guilt were swiftly replaced by love and tenderness.

“Just a little further, sweetheart.” he said quietly as he continued to lead her down the hallway. Her heart raced with excitement as he halted in front of the kitchen door, turning to look at her. “Alright, close your eyes and don’t open them until I say so.”

She couldn't help but laugh lightly, gradually closing her eyes and gently squeezing his hand.

His gaze lingered on her face for a brief moment, taking in her adorable expression, before he opened the door and whispered, “Okay, baby. Open your eyes.”

The second her eyes opened, she found herself in the dining room, illuminated solely by candlelight. The dining table was adorned with a white tablecloth and surrounded by a ring of white candles. At the center of the table rested a single red rose, accompanied by two silver plates.

“Oh my god…” she murmured, taking in the romantic setting.

Jim stood close beside her, observing her reaction with a satisfied smile on his face.

“Surprise, sweetheart. Do you like it?”

She scoffed, her eyes still taking in the beautiful scene. “Jim I…I love it…how…when did you-“

“I set it up while you were sleeping. I wanted to do something special for you, to show you how much I care about you. And I thought a candlelit dinner would be a nice way to spend the evening.” he replied with a warm smile, his eyes never leaving her face.

She met his gaze, a smile spreading on her lips as she spoke quietly, “You didn’t have to do all this…”

He returned her smile, his eyes looking deeply into hers. “I know I didn’t have to, but I want to. I want to show you how much I care about you, in every way that I can. And I wanted to make sure you knew how special you are to me. You deserve the absolute best, and I want to be the one to give it to you.”

She wrapped her arms around him then, embracing him tightly.

“Thank you so much, it’s beautiful…” she whispered into his chest, her voice filled with admiration.

He hugged her back, his heart swelling with love and warmth from the feeling of her body against his. “You're welcome, baby. It's the least I could do for you. Now come on, let's sit down and enjoy this dinner I've prepared for us."

She planted a gentle kiss on his cheek before moving to the table. Jim pulled out a chair for her and took the seat across the table.

“I hope you’re hungry, sweetheart. I prepared a nice little meal for us to share.”

“Yeah? What did you make?” she inquired with curiosity, still astonished at how he managed to accomplish all this in just a few hours.

His eyes sparkled as he met her gaze, a hint of excitement in his tone, “I made one of your favourites. I know how much you love Italian food, so I made a nice plate of spaghetti and meat sauce, with some of that garlic bread you like. And for dessert, I made an apple pie.”

She beamed at his words, nearly overwhelmed with emotion by his thoughtfulness. Jim stood up and retrieved the pot of spaghetti and sauce, setting it on the table. He chuckled softly, noticing the touch of emotion in her eyes.

“Hey, don’t get all emotional on me now. I just wanted to do something nice for you, to show you how much I love you."

He reached across the table, taking her hand in his and intertwining his fingers with hers once again. “Now, let’s eat before it gets cold. I’m starving."

Y/N gave his hand another gentle squeeze, watching as he picked up his fork with his free hand and twirled a few noodles onto it, offering it to her.

“Here, try a bite, sweetheart. Let me know if it tastes good.”

She smiled softly and wrapped her lips around the fork, closing her eyes as she started chewing. “Holy fuck…” she murmured between bites.

He watched intently, a satisfied smile on his face as he noticed how she shut her eyes in delight. “I’m guessing that means it tastes good?” he asked with a chuckle.

“I’ve never tasted anything better, you need to cook more for me…” she responded.

He laughed gently, affection twinkling in his eye. “I’d cook for you every day if I could, sweetheart.”

She picked up her own fork, mimicking his actions and twirling some noodles on it, extending it towards him. Jim leaned in and took a bite, chewing slowly, his eyes fixed on hers as he savoured the taste.

“Mhm, you’re right. That is really good.”

“You should be very proud of yourself…” she replied in a soft tone.

He tenderly squeezed her hand once more, his tone softening, “I am, sweetheart. Especially when I see how much you love it. Seeing you enjoying my cooking is the best feeling in the world.”

 

They both enjoyed the meal as the sun dipped below the horizon, enveloping the room in a gentle, orange glow. The soft, warm candlelight danced across her face, and he could not help but think to himself how beautiful she was and how lucky he was to have her in his life.

Jim was lost in a trance, completely and utterly captivated by her. He felt a deep, protective love for her, and in that moment, he realised there was nothing in this world he wouldn’t do for her.

He reached across the table once more, his hand softly resting on top of hers while his thumb gently stroked her delicate skin.

“You’re absolutely beautiful, sweetheart. Sometimes I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you. You’re the most beautiful, amazing woman I’ve ever met. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m fucking glad that I did.”

Y/N beamed at his compliments before lowering her gaze, her hand rising to cover her eyes. She wanted to conceal the tumult of emotions she was experiencing.

He frowned, instantly knowing that something wasn’t right. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Why are you hiding your face from me?”

Pulling her hand back, she looked up at him, tears welling in her eyes. “God…sorry…” she whispered, attempting not to break down completely.

His demeanour shifted instantly to one of worry, his voice tender, “Hey, no need to apologise. What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

She nodded slowly, wiping the tears from her eyes.

“Yeah, I’m fine…I’m fine…”

He reached over, gently brushing away a tear that had trickled down her cheek, his touch gentle and caring. "You’re crying, sweetheart. Did I do something wrong?”

She quickly shook her head, “God no, no you didn’t do anything wrong…”

A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she rose slowly and walked around the table, settling onto his lap.

His heart raced at the sudden action, his arms instinctively wrapping around her waist to hold her steady. He gazed up at her, his eyes scanning her face in an attempt to figure out what was troubling her.

“Then why are you crying, baby?”

She brushed a strand of hair away from his face, offering a gentle smile as she replied, “Your words…you talking about how you’d do anything I-…”

He tightened his hold on her, his heart swelling with emotion at her words.

“Of course I would, sweetheart. I would do anything for you. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to make you happy, to keep the smile on your face…to keep the tears away.”

She sighed and nodded, averting her gaze. “I know you would, I’d do the same…it’s just…something popped into my head for a second but I remembered it was impossible, that’s why I was crying…”

His frown deepened, his expression becoming slightly confused as he processed her words. He gently caressed her back, his touch soft and comforting.

“Sweetheart, what do you mean?”

She let out a bitter chuckle, shaking her head, “I don’t think I can say it. I don’t even know why I thought of it…I mean I do but…fuck, I’m probably just tired…”

“Come on, baby. You can tell me. Even if it is crazy. I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think it is.” he reassured her, growing more impatient.

Her gaze fell upon her hands, which were nervously fidgeting in her lap. He took both of her hands in his, offering a gentle squeeze and encouraging her to continue.

“What is it, sweetheart? It’s okay…”

She took a shaky breath, her voice scarcely rising above a whisper, “I was just…wondering if one day you would…marry me…”

[elizamurphysworld]

IRRESISTIBLE

(Jim x Fem Reader) 18+

Part Eight - Out Of Breath

Word Count: 4936

Warnings: Swearing, Age Gap, Fluff, Smut: P in V, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Oral (F & M Receiving)

The week dragged on for Jim, with his days consumed by thoughts of Y/N, a blend of longing and frustration pressing down on him. He frequently checked his phone for her messages, his heart fluttering with each notification he received from her.

Every day that went by without seeing her seemed to stretch on forever, and his patience was beginning to fray.

Eventually, he decided to send her a text.

Jim: “Can we meet up tonight?”

Y/N: “Sure, where?”

Jim: “Can we meet at your place?”

Y/N: “Not tonight no, my dad is home. But tomorrow he’s leaving for work, and he’ll be gone until Monday.”

Jim: “Your dad will be gone? The whole weekend?”

Y/N: “Yes, the entire weekend just for the two of us”

Jim: “Perfect, I’ll see you tomorrow then, baby. Can’t wait.”

Y/N: “See you tomorrow Jim, love you x”

After thinking about a convincing excuse for his wife throughout the day, he sent her a message, stating that one of his friends needed help with renovations. To his surprise, she believed his excuse without question. This spared him the effort of creating a more detailed story, yet a part of him questioned whether she was simply that indifferent not to care about where he went.

Regardless, he felt relieved to stop his concerns about the excuse and concentrate on meeting Y/N the following day.

He spent the night in a restless state, his mind unable to settle and his body brimming with anticipation.

The next day, Jim woke up early, unable to continue sleeping due to his overwhelming excitement. He frequently checked his phone, impatiently waiting for Y/N to send him a message. After an hour, he finally received a text.

Y/N: “He just left”

Jim: “I’m on my way. See you soon, sweetheart.”

Although it was a short drive, it felt like an eternity to him. He quickly parked his car in her driveway and exited, making his way to her door.

However, before he could even knock, Y/N opened the door and pulled him inside, swiftly shutting the door behind her.

She chuckled, “Come here you…”

With a quick tug on his shirt, she pulled him close, pressing her lips against his.

He instinctively wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly against him, savouring the feeling.

“God, I’ve missed you so much…” he whispered against her lips.

She smiled, pulling back just enough to speak, “Me too…so so much…”

He gazed down into her eyes, his own reflecting a mix of affection and desire.

“I’ve been craving you all week, sweetheart…not being able to touch you has been torture…”

Her eyes flickered between his, as she nodded softly in agreement. “I know…believe me, I know…”

Jim extended his hand, cradling her face, his thumb softly caressing her cheek. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper, filled with an almost desperate urgency, “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you, how much I need you…”

She smiled gently, leaning into his caress. “Fuck Jim, I need you too…”

His eyes darkened at her words, his body tensing slightly as a surge of desire coursed through him. Hearing those words from her lips was intoxicating, fuelling his burning desire for her.

Drawing her nearer, his body pressed against hers, the hunger in his eyes unmistakable.

“Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me…I need you so fucking much…”

Y/N grinned and chuckled, stepping back as she gradually lifted her shirt. “Try and catch me then…” she teased, tossing her shirt at him and revealing her red lace bra beneath.

He observed her intently, the sight of her exposed skin catching him off guard. He froze for a moment, his gaze sweeping over her figure before her words registered in his mind.

“Catch you? Oh, you’re on, baby…”

With that, he swiftly discarded her shirt and lunged toward her, a playful smile on his face as he attempted to grab her. However, Y/N was quick, darting past him up the stairs while unclasping her bra.

Jim quickly followed, taking two steps at a time. “You think you can get away from me that easily?”

She laughed, throwing her bra at him in an attempt to slow him down. Jim’s attention was once again captivated by her naked upper body, nearly tripping over his own feet at the sight. It almost caused him to forget that he was meant to be chasing her.

Nevertheless, he continued his chase, watching as Y/N vanished behind a door, shutting it behind her.

He lingered outside the door for a moment, his breath coming in rapid pants from the chase. His heart raced before he pushed the door open and entered the room, his gaze immediately finding her fully naked figure on the bed.

She chuckled when he stepped inside, her voice maintaining its playful tone, “God, you look exhausted already…are you sure you can handle me?”

He took a second to respond, his eyes greedily exploring her naked form, his thoughts consumed by an intense desire for her. His voice was rough and filled with need as he answered, “Exhausted? Sweetheart, I could handle you all day, every day…you have no idea what I’m planning to do to you…”

He slowly approached the bed, his eyes never leaving her form. His shirt was already partially unbuttoned when he reached the edge of the bed, his hand reaching out to gently touch her leg, his touch almost reverent as his fingers glided over her skin.

“God you’re so beautiful…like a fucking work of art…”

She beamed at his compliment, a wave of affection enveloping her. “Come on Jim, take off that shirt…show me your work of art…” she responded, biting her lower lip.

A shiver ran through his body at her request, and his hands swiftly began to undo the remaining buttons of his shirt. He shrugged it off, exposing his torso, soft grey hairs adorning his chest, a sight that never failed to make her breath catch.

“Is this what you want? You want to see all of me?”

A smirk gradually spread across her lips, her gaze slowly shifting to his pants. “All of you…” she replied in a whisper.

He grinned at her words, slowly undoing the button and zipper, the sound echoing in the room. He pushed his pants and underwear down, allowing them to drop to the floor, leaving him as naked as she was.

Her eyes explored every inch of his body, urgency lacing her tone, ”You better get into this bed with me right now.”

Without hesitation, his body moved over hers, hovering above her as he gazed down at her with eyes filled with desire.

“Now, I’m going to make up for all the time we haven’t been together.”

He leaned down, his weight completely pinning Y/N to the bed, his lips finding her neck and trailing a path of kisses down to her chest. He groaned against her skin, his voice rough, “Fuck I’ve missed this…your body, your skin…missed touching you…”

Her legs slowly wrapped around him, drawing his body even closer to hers. He released a low moan, his hips instinctively moving forward, causing his erection to brush against her cunt.

“Fuck…sweetheart…” he muttered against her neck, his hand moving down to guide his cock before he could even think.

The moment he aligned himself, Y/N tightened her legs around him, her walls enveloping his shaft, making her head fall back with a soft moan.

Jim’s head fell to her shoulder as he sank all the way inside her, the sensation of her tight walls surrounding him almost overwhelming.

“God…yes…” he gasped, his body beginning to move on instinct, his hips finding a slow, steady rhythm.

Her own hips moved in sync with his, her hands sliding up his back. “Oh…God…”

He continued to move, but his pace began to increase when he heard her moans. Lifting his head from her shoulder, his eyes locked onto hers.

“You feel so fucking good…”

She met his gaze, her face already flushed with pleasure. She took her lower lip between her teeth, her hips meeting his thrusts, urging him on.

His rhythm intensified, his hips snapping against hers. He emitted low, guttural moans, the sound reflecting the pleasure he was experiencing.

She gasped with every deep thrust, her eyes fluttering shut as the sensation became nearly overwhelming. Her walls started clenching around his cock, only pushing him further.

“Sweetheart, you feel so good…so fucking good…”

She squinted her eyes, her body tensing as she felt her body drifting closer to the edge. “Oh fuck, you’re so….oh God…” she moaned between his powerful thrusts, her fingers digging into his back.

The tension in Y/N’s body, along with her gasps and moans, drove him wild. His pace became desperate, his head dropping to her chest, his words escaping in ragged breaths against her skin. “Oh God, baby…you’re so close, I can feel it…oh God…”

Her gasps grew louder as his speed increased once more, “Oh fuck…Jim…please…” she moaned, feeling her legs start to quiver.

Jim sensed his own pleasure building, but he couldn’t allow himself to release before her.

“Oh God…please…” he groaned against her skin, feeling himself teetering on the edge, nearly losing control, “I can’t hold on much longer…I’m so close…”

Not a second later, Y/N cried out a curse as she tipped over the edge, her walls clenching and tightening around him while her legs trembled.

The intensity of her orgasm pushed him over, a deep moan escaping his lips as he reached his own release. He buried his face in her shoulder, his body shuddering against hers and riding out the waves of pleasure that enveloped him.

She spoke between pants, her eyes still tightly shut, “Jim…that was…”

His own breath came in short gasps, his heart racing. He remained silent for a moment, unable to form coherent words. Finally, lifting his head, he spoke, “Goddamn…Y/N…”

He watched her intensely as she attempted to regain her breath, his eyes absorbing the sight of her sprawled beneath him, flushed and breathless from ecstasy.

He grinned softly, leaning down to place a soft kiss on her forehead and trailing his lips along her jawline, his voice a low murmur against her skin, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

She smiled at the compliment and the feeling of his lips on her skin, her voice a soft whisper, “Fuck, I love you so much…”

He raised his head to meet her gaze, his eyes filled with love and admiration.

“I love you too, sweetheart. More than I can even put into words.”

He leaned down once more, capturing her lips in another deep, passionate kiss, unable to resist her taste. Y/N cupped his cheeks, causing him to let out a soft moan, the touch of her delicate hands against his skin sending a surge of warmth through him. He melted into the kiss, the passion and love behind it causing his heart to race.

After a brief moment, he broke the kiss and pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, a gentle smile gracing his lips.

“God, I never want to leave this bed…”

“Then don’t.” she replied with a smirk on her lips, her thumbs grazing along his cheeks.

“Don’t tempt me, sweetheart…if you keep telling me to stay here, I’ll never leave this bed, and neither will you…” he said with a soft chuckle, the idea of spending all his time with her in that bed absolutely alluring.

Y/N’s smirk widened at his remark, a flicker of desire flashing through her eyes. “I’ll take your word for it.”

He leaned down again, his lips brushing against the delicate skin of her neck, his teeth playfully grazing it as he spoke, “You should. I’ll make sure you won’t be able to walk for days…”

Her fingers wove into his hair, her head tilting back to grant him more access to her neck.

He instantly smiled at the sensation of her hands in his hair, the feeling igniting even more desire within him. He continued to kiss and bite at her neck, his hands eagerly exploring over her body.

She bit her lower lip, her hips involuntarily arching up towards him. Jim moved his lips further down her body, his mouth slowly tracing a path towards her chest while his hands gripped her hips, holding them still.

“Stop moving, sweetheart…I’m going to take my time with you.”

She groaned in a mix of frustration and anticipation, releasing a sigh. “Oh you’re going to kill me…” she murmured.

He laughed softly against her skin, the sensation causing a slight shiver to run through her body.

“I’m not going to kill you, but I am going to make you say my name over and over until you run out of breath…”

He continued his descent down her body, his lips and tongue exploring her tender skin, while his hands maintained a firm grip on her hips.

Y/N tilted her head back, her body aching with need. The intense longing reflected in her expression only increasing his heartbeat. He continued his journey, his lips moving over her stomach, inching tantalisingly closer to her core, the suspense causing her to become completely soaked.

“Fuck Jim, you’re killing me here…” she whispered in a strained tone.

He grinned, his lips hovering over her drenched cunt, his breath hot against the skin. “But you love it, don’t you? You love the way I tease you, deny you…make you ache for me…”

She could not suppress a smile, knowing he was right. Her hands clutched the bedsheets as she braced herself for what was about to happen, knowing it would be the first time he had ever done something like that to her.

“That’s right, baby, hold on tight.”

He gently pressed his lips against her inner thigh, mere inches from her pussy. Glancing up at her, he ensured she was watching as he slowly moved his head closer, his tongue darting out to lightly caress her folds, her taste causing a low groan to escape his throat.

Y/N gasped, her head instantly falling back as his tongue touched her sensitive cunt, her hips twitching instinctively.

Jim smiled against her skin, the sensation of her body reacting to his touch causing his heart to race. He knew he had a direct path to her pleasure, as he slowly dragged his tongue through her folds.

“Holy shit…Oh God…” she moaned, overwhelmed by sensations she had never experienced before.

His tongue continued to swirl slowly and deliberately through her folds, his hands firmly holding her in place as he savoured each moment, driving her wild with every flick of his tongue.

Her hands gripped the bedsheets tightly, nearly tearing them in the process, while her hips twitched and her eyes fluttered. “Oh…oh fuck…” she gasped.

Realizing she was losing control, and that he had the freedom to do anything he wished to her at that moment, caused his cock to grow. His tongue began to trace circles around her clit, his gaze firmly fixed on hers.

Looking down at him, Y/N’s eyes betrayed her pleasure. “Jesus fucking Christ Jim…” she cursed lowly, her eyes fluttering.

He maintained the eye contact while slowly teasing her clit, his own desire for her growing with each gasp and moan he pulled from her.

“You like that, sweetheart?”

She smiled and tilted her head back once more, her body gradually arching up.

“Mhm, I’ll take that as a yes.” he remarked in a teasing tone, applying just the right amount of pressure to keep her on edge. His gaze remained on her face, observing the pleasure that transformed her features.

She sensed herself nearing the edge, her hands releasing the bedsheets and clenching into fists. Her breathing grew increasingly laboured, as the overwhelming pleasure made her oblivious to her own nails digging into her palms.

Jim could see how lost she was in the ecstasy, her gasps quickening his heartbeat. Yet, the sight of her hands clenching and her nails piercing her skin made him pause. “Sweetheart…your hands.”

She quickly shook her head, her voice filled with desperation, “Don’t you dare stop!”

He gazed at her hands for a moment longer, the sight of her skin breaking and drops of blood on her palms causing him concern, yet he did not stop. As he worked his tongue against her, his eyes remained locked on her face, the desire to bring her pleasure clashing with the instinct to take care of her.

She let out a loud moan the second he continued his ministrations, feeling her body teetering on the brink. Jim’s heart ached at the sight of blood, but he was determined to bring her pleasure, even if it was at the expense of her hands.

At last, releasing a guttural moan, she lost control, her hands clenching tighter than before.

He observed her body tense, his tongue still working against her overly sensitive clit, not stopping until he was sure she was entirely spent from pleasure.

Once she descended from her peak, he gradually pulled away, his eyes flickering to her bleeding hands, a wave of concern washing over him. He leaned over her body and gently took her hands in his, his voice softening, “Sit up for a second.”

But she shook her head, her eyes closed as she breathed heavily, “Hold on…I need…a minute…”

He understood that she was still in a daze from the orgasm, yet the urge to care for her was stronger. “I know, but I need to see your hands. I need to take care of them. Sit up for me, please?”

After taking a few deep breaths, her eyes fluttered open and she slowly sat up.

“Holy fuck Jim…I don’t know what you do to me, but that was…I can’t even describe it…”

A smirk briefly appeared on his lips, only to vanish when he noticed the blood underneath her nails. Y/N slowly opened her hands and held them out in front of her. Jim’s heart clenched at the sight of the cuts on her palms, a blend of worry and protectiveness swelling in his chest as he gently took her hands in his, inspecting the cuts.

“Oh sweetheart, why did you do that?” he asked in a gentle tone, his eyes searching hers.

“I was…I don’t know, I couldn’t feel anything else except you. See it as a sign of how amazing you made me feel…” she replied, smiling softly as she met his gaze.

Despite his concern, the sight of her tender smile caused his heart to flutter. He shook his head at her words, his tone becoming more serious, “I need to take care of these. Can you hold still for me while I clean them?”

She nodded in agreement. “Alright.”

He gave a short nod in return, standing up to search for some antiseptic in the bathroom. When he returned, he carefully held her hands in his, his grip both firm and gentle. "This might sting a little.” he warned before delicately beginning to clean the cuts on her palms, his face reflecting his concern.

A sharp gasp escaped her lips as the antiseptic stung her wound, causing her hands to flinch slightly.

He continued to clean the cuts, his touch tender and his eyes never leaving hers. “I'm sorry, sweetheart. I know it stings…but I need to make sure these are clean.”

Y/N maintained her focus on his ice blue eyes, observing the care with which he treated her hands. It made a warm feeling creep into her chest, a soft smile painting her lips.

He met her gaze, his heart swelling with love as he continued to clean and bandage her cuts, each moment spent caring for her strengthening the bond between them.

“There, that's better…” he said as he finished cleaning the small cuts on her hands, then raised his gaze to meet hers once more.

She smiled while examining her hands, “You’re the sweetest man alive, Jim. I guess I’m just stronger than I realised…”

He returned her smile, chuckling softly. “Or you're just too eager for pleasure. You can't even control your own hands when we're together.” he teased, a glimmer of amusement sparkling in his eyes.

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she replied, “I can’t control my entire body when we’re together.” She lifted her hand to his cheek, tenderly stroking the skin there while a slight frown emerged on her face.

"And I love it,” he responded, the soft touch sending a shiver down his spine. However, noticing the frown on her face caused him to raise an eyebrow. “What's on your mind, sweetheart?”

“I just…I never knew you could love a person this much…” she murmured quietly.

Jim’s heart melted, a wave of love enveloping him. “Neither did I…until I met you. You have no idea how much I love you, sweetheart.”

She smiled gently at his declaration, leaning in to place a kiss on his forehead. He sighed, “I wish things were different…I wish I wasn’t already married. I wish I could wake up next to you every single day, kiss you whenever I wanted, call you mine…”

Y/N let out a deep sigh and allowed herself to fall back onto the bed. “We can’t just spend the rest of our lives sneaking around.” she stated with reluctance.

His expression remained troubled as he gazed at her. “No, we can’t, but what other choice do we have? I can’t just leave my wife and kids. I have responsibilities, obligations…” he explained, keeping his eyes fixed on hers.

“At least you have someone to go home to…” she responded in a low murmur.

“I do, but trust me sweetheart, my marriage isn’t what it used to be. I feel like I’m living a lie every day, playing a role in a play I don’t want to be in.”

She frowned, her expression softening as she propped herself up slightly. “Then why are you still with her?”

He averted his gaze, his expression conflicted and his voice heavy with emotions, “It’s not that simple. I have kids with her, responsibilities, a life built up over the years. I can’t just leave. I can’t break up my family, put my kids through a divorce…”

She nodded slowly, acknowledging the truth in his words. Despite the sorrow in her heart, she could not help but let out a small chuckle. “You did make it nearly impossible not to fall in love…”

He rolled his eyes but managed a faint smile at her comment. “Is that right? Does that mean I’m incredibly charming? Attractive? Impossibly good at…other things?” he said with a hint of pride in his tone.

“Oh, you cocky bastard…” she replied, pulling him down beside her and climbing on top of him.

Jim’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he looked up at her, his hands instinctively settling on her hips.

“And what are you going to do about it, mhm? I’m just telling the truth, sweetheart. You’re powerless against me and you know it.”

She scoffed, shaking her head in mild disbelief. “I have power over you as well!”

He raised an eyebrow, an amused smile forming on his lips, “Oh really? And what kind of power would that be?”

A smirk gradually appeared on her lips as she began to crawl down his body. “You’ll see…though I’ll remind you I’ve never done this before…”

His heart began to race the instant he realised what she was about to do, a mix of anticipation and excitement flooding through him. His breath became uneven as her face inched closer to his cock, his voice dropping to a low, hoarse whisper, "Sweetheart, you don’t have to do this. I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with…”

She quickly shook her head, “I do want to. I’m just…not sure if I’ll be good enough.”

“Hey, it doesn’t matter if you’re ‘good enough’ or not. I don’t care about that. I just want you to be comfortable.”

She smiled softly, his words making her last remains of nervousness crumble away.

“Then let me make you feel good.”

She positioned herself between his legs, her lips only inches away from his hard cock. Slowly, she leaned down, her lips pressing a soft kiss to the head of his erection.

He moaned at the contact, his body already shuddering with pleasure. His eyes remained locked onto hers, filled with intense desire. “Oh God yes…”

Y/N’s lips returned to his head, her tongue darting out and swirling around him. She did not care whether she was doing good or bad, as long as it brought Jim pleasure.

He could not suppress the gasp that escaped his lips, his body arching slightly as pleasure surged through him. His hands grasped the sheets, and his breathing quickened with each passing second.

“God, baby…you’re driving me wild, that feels fucking incredible…”

He watched intently as she lowered her head, his gaze tracking every movement. He groaned the instant her head descended, taking more of his cock into her mouth. His hands tightened their grip on the sheets, his eyes half-lidded and his voice rough, “Oh god, you’re killing me…please, more…”

She inhaled deeply through her nose before lowering her head entirely, taking his entire shaft into her mouth, the action causing her to gag for a second.

Jim’s body arched off the bed, his hands clutching the sheets so tightly that his knuckles turned pale. While he was lost in the waves of pleasure crashing through him, Y/N lifted her head again, then moved back down and setting a steady rhythm.

His hands released the sheets and found their way to her head, his fingers intertwining in her hair as her tongue danced around his cock. “God, sweetheart, you’re driving me crazy…your tongue feels so fucking good…please don’t stop…”

He could sense himself rapidly approaching the brink, the pleasure escalating fast while his breaths morphed into deep groans.

“Baby…I’m getting close, just a little more…”

Quickening her pace, her throat involuntarily tightened around him. The sensation caused his hand to tighten in her hair, his hips twitching against her face. “Oh god, yes, just like that…” he moaned, his body tense with pleasure.

With a guttural moan and unable to restrain himself any longer, he succumbed to the pleasure, his hands gripping Y/N’s head firmly and pushing her down onto his cock while he rode out the waves of ecstacy coursing through him.

She tried her best to swallow everything he gave her, attempting to keep up with the intensity of his release. Once he loosened his hold, she raised her head and gasped for air.

Jim’s breathing was fast and laboured, his body still trembling slightly and his eyes filled with awe as he gazed down at her. “Christ you’re amazing…how did you…you’ve never done that before, how did you know just what to do?”

She chuckled breathlessly, speaking in short breaths, “I…have…no idea…”

Watching her in that state, breathless with her lips glistening from his essence, made a smile spread across his face. He reached out and pulled her up against him, his arms encircling her protectively.

“Breathe, baby, breathe. You were incredible…” he said, his tone tender and loving.

She rested her body on top of his, placing her head on his shoulder while her chest still rose and fell rapidly. A satisfied smile graced her lips, knowing she had done well.

A sense of contentment washed over him as he held her close. His hand came up to gently stroke her hair, his voice a whisper in her ear, “You’re a natural, sweetheart. I couldn’t have asked for more…”

“I guess we’ll have to do it more often then? I mean, we have a whole weekend for ourselves and a big bed, and there’s a lot of things I haven’t done before…” she replied with a teasing tone, lifting her head to meet his gaze.

His eyes darkened with longing, a grin spreading across his face as his hand gently grasped her chin .

“Oh really? Well, sweetheart, I’d be more than happy to help you explore…”

He leaned in closer, his warm breath brushing against her ear as he spoke in a low, seductive tone, “I have a few ideas of my own that I’d love to show you, if you’re up for it?”

“Oh I’m up for anything…” she responded with a soft chuckle.

He looked down at her with a smirk, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Anything, huh? Be careful what you wish for, sweetheart, you might just get more than you bargained for…”

She leaned closer, her voice barely above a whisper, “Surprise me…”

His grin broadened at her response, his voice lowering to a sultry tone, "I’m going to show you things you’ve never even dreamed of…”

Y/N beamed, placing a tender and affectionate kiss on his lips before resting her head on his shoulder.

“You get some rest, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice gentle, “we have a whole weekend ahead of us.”

 

After a brief moment of rest to regain her breath, she gradually sat up and got out of bed. “I’m gonna get some water, do you want anything?” she asked, offering him a gentle smile.

He watched her fondly as she rose from the bed, his eyes tracing the curves of her body while his own desire intensified with each fleeting second.

“No, I’m good. Just come back quickly…I don’t like it when I can’t touch you.”

[elizamurphysworld]

IRRESISTIBLE

(Jim x Fem Reader) 18+

Part Seven - Dessert

Word Count: 2765

Warnings: Swearing, Age Gap, Fluff, Smut: Masturbation

Friday rolled around, and Jim forced himself to go through the motions of dressing and looking presentable. He knew he had to portray the role of a happy husband and father, but the idea of having to put on a mask felt torturous, especially when every fiber of his being yearned to be with Y/N.

Once he had settled the children into the car, they departed for Y/N’s house. The journey was mostly silent, save for the occasional giggles of the children in the backseat. As they approached her home, his thoughts became increasingly chaotic. The realisation that he would need to control himself throughout the evening gnawed at him.

Finally, they arrived outside the house, the familiar view of Y/N’s home confronting him. Jim and his wife Danielle exited the vehicle, with their children clambering out behind them. He felt the anxiety in his chest intensify with each step he took toward the front door, knowing how close he was to reuniting with her.

After a few knocks, Y/N opened the door, wearing a lovely summer dress. She greeted Jim with a polite smile, feigning innocence.

“Hi! Welcome, come on in.”

His heart raced at the sight of her in that dress, his blood rushing down as he fought to maintain his composure. He managed a gentle smile, attempting to appear casual and friendly despite his body's reaction to her presence. His sons dashed into the house, with his wife trailing behind. He paused momentarily by Y/N’s side, whispering softly, “You look stunning…”

She had to restrain herself from smiling too much at his compliment, while also resisting the urge to touch him. Taking a deep breath, she guided him to the garden, where Andrew was already grilling some hamburgers.

Jim found it difficult to avert his gaze from her, his body longing to reach out and embrace her. Eventually, he forced himself to concentrate, reminding himself of his surroundings and the people around. He tried his best to maintain a neutral expression as he engaged in light conversation with Andrew, while avoiding looking at Y/N, who was playing with his kids.

He stole glances at her occasionally, completely entranced by the sight of her entertaining his children. The way she listened to them, spoke to them, and laughed with them made him wonder what it would be like if she had children of her own, his children.

He was drawn out of his thoughts when his wife approached him. “She’s good with them, huh?” she remarked.

He swallowed and nodded, forcing himself to divert his gaze from Y/N for a brief moment to focus on his wife. He tried to keep his voice casual as he replied, “Yeah…she’s really good with them.”

“Maybe she could babysit sometimes?” Danielle proposed, a suggestion that made Jim’s heart race. The idea of Y/N coming to his home to care for his children nearly caused him to visibly react with excitement. Nevertheless, he managed to keep his voice steady as he answered, “Yeah, that-that sounds like a good idea.”

With that, Danielle made her way towards Y/N, crouching beside her and the children. Jim remained completely still as he observed his wife talking with her, his mind attempting to figure out what was being said.

Shortly after, Danielle rose to her feet again and returned to Jim. She offered him a warm smile before speaking, “She’d love it.”

He had to restrain himself from releasing a visible sigh of relief. His heart skipped a beat, and his voice betrayed nothing of the swirling mix of emotions and thoughts racing through his mind.

“Really? Great, that’s great…”

 

The evening went smoothly, with Andrew sharing stories to Jim and Danielle, while Y/N spent time with the children. Once everyone had finished their meal, Andrew spoke up, “Oh right, Y/N could you quickly go to the bakery? I ordered some dessert there but forgot to pick it up.”

She sighed, “Dad, I can’t carry all of that by myself…” she protested.

Jim was eager for any chance to be alone with her, even if just for a brief moment. Upon hearing her concerns about carrying the desserts by herself, he quickly volunteered, “I’ll go with her…I don’t mind…”

Y/N made an effort to suppress a smile, nodding nonchalantly. “Alright…thank you Jim…”

“No problem…come on, let’s go…” he replied, rising from his seat and making his way back inside the house towards the door. Y/N trailed behind, the tension between them unmistakable. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation, and as soon as she shut the front door behind her, she nearly leaped into his arms, embracing him tightly.

He released a gentle groan, his heart skipping a beat as he caught her in his arms, unable to suppress the smile that formed on his lips. He held her closely, nearly squeezing her against him, savouring the sensation of having her in his arms once more.

“God, I missed you…” he murmured, placing a tender kiss on her hair.

She nestled her face into the curve of his neck, her voice muffled. “Me too…so much…”

Without wasting another second, she lifted her head from his neck, took his hand, and pulled him along as she quickly walked down the sidewalk.

He laced his fingers with hers, the touch of her hand against his igniting sparks across his skin. He tried to keep up with her, even as she began to run. “Why are we running?” he asked with a chuckle.

“Because I want to have more time with you!”

He laughed breathlessly at her response, a rush of excitement and adrenaline coursing through him as he quickened his pace, jogging alongside her. They ran down the street together, his heart and mind consumed solely by her.

Finally, they reached the corner of the street where the bakery was. Y/N leaned against the wall, trying to catch her breath.

Jim was breathless and panting, leaning against the wall beside her. He could barely tear his eyes away from her, his eyes wandering over her figure.

Eventually, she spoke between heavy breaths, “Alright, we shouldn’t be gone longer than 20 minutes.”

He nodded, still slightly out of breath from the running, but his body was now buzzing with anticipation. “I can work with 20 minutes…” he replied with a smile, keeping his eyes fixed on her.

She let out a soft chuckle, resting her head against the wall. Their hands remained intertwined, and she gave his a gentle squeeze.

Jim stepped closer, positioning himself directly in front of her, his body nearly pinning her against the wall as he gazed down at her. His voice dropped to a deep, low whisper, almost a growl, “I want you so bad…”

The heat and desire surged within him as he noticed the way Y/N was gazing at him with those sweet eyes. He took another step forward, his eyes exploring her figure and absorbing the sight of her pressed against the wall beneath his stare. He released her hand, raising both of his to tenderly cradle her face. He gently tilted her chin upward towards him, his lips hovering just above hers as he murmured in a husky whisper, “You’re driving me crazy, you know that?”

She chuckled softly before closing the distance between them and pressing her lips to his. Jim moaned into her mouth, his arms instinctively wrapping around her waist and drawing her even closer. He returned her kiss with intense passion, his tongue delving into her mouth and nearly consuming her.

One hand moved to cup the back of her head while the other slid down her waist and across her hip. He gradually lifted her leg around his hip, grinding his body against hers with a needy groan.

She moaned softly into the kiss as she felt his arousal pressing against her clothed core, her hands gripping his back.

Jim could feel his restraint slipping, his brain clouded by desire and need. Her soft moans and gasps made it difficult for him to think clearly. Pulling back from the kiss, he panted against her ear as he spoke, his voice thick with longing.

“God, I want you so badly…I want to touch you all over…”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at his whispered words, her ankle sliding along the back of his knee. “Please do…”

He groaned loudly and kissed her once more, with a hunger and roughness that carried his desire, his hands exploring her curves and edges, his touch a blend of need and reverence.

He leaned back just enough to look at her, his hands remaining on her waist, keeping her close. She appeared slightly disheveled from his kisses and touches, flushed and breathless.

“God you’re gorgeous, so gorgeous…can I take your shirt off?” he inquired hastily, impatience evident in his voice.

Despite her own desires, Y/N shook her head. “Sorry Jim, not in the middle of the street.”

He groaned in protest, his hands squeezing her waist. Although he knew she was right, the idea of taking her in the middle of the street was driving him utterly mad.

Before he could think about that idea any further, her hand slipped beneath his pants, cupping his erection. He gasped at the sensation of her warm hand against his cock, the unexpected feeling sending a shiver up his spine. “God…you’re gonna wreck me sweetheart…” he muttered between breaths, his heart beating rapidly in his chest.

“Good…” she replied, wrapping her hand around his shaft and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Jim’s breath hitched in his throat, the sudden wave of pleasure so intense that it nearly caused his legs to give way. He emitted a low growl, his head falling onto her shoulder.

“Fuck, holy shit sweetheart…”

Y/N’s smile broadened as he moaned in her ear, her grip on his cock tightening further.

His body nearly jerked against her hand at the tightness of her grip, a strained gasp escaping his lips as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. His breaths came in short, harsh pants against her skin. “Mhm…God, you’re gonna kill me, baby…”

“Oh, you haven’t felt nothing yet…” she remarked, as she slowly began to stroke him, making sure her hand touched every inch.

A guttural moan left his lips as he pressed his face against her neck, attempting to regain his composure, even though it was a futile effort as the pleasure only intensified with each stroke of her hand. “Fuck…oh my…sweetheart, yes…just like that…”

He could no longer control the sounds escaping his lips, too lost in the pleasure as her pace started to increase. “Please don’t stop sweetheart…don’t stop…” he almost begged, causing her grip to tighten even further. He gasped at the sudden tightness, his fingers digging into her hips.

With every soft yet deliberate stroke of her hand, he felt himself nearing the edge, the pleasure coursing through him in waves, each one stronger than the last.

“Jesus Christ, I’m so close…oh God I’m so close…”

Hearing those words, Y/N quickened her movements, eager to push him to the edge.

Jim’s entire body quivered, the pleasure so overwhelming that he could think of nothing else but her touch. “Fuck…fuck Y/N…Y/N please…I’m so close…”

He sensed himself teetering on the edge, his nails digging into the skin of her hip. When her hand tightened just enough, it sent him over. He groaned loudly against her neck, the pleasure causing his knees to weaken as he practically clung to her.

She emitted a soft moan of her own as she felt her hand become coated in his warm essence, ignoring the sting of his nails cutting into her skin.

As he gradually came down from his high, his body began to relax, feeling completely exhausted yet entirely satisfied. However, the moment he realised he had dug his nails into her skin, he tensed up. “Oh- sweetheart…I’m so sorry…”

She immediately shook her head, offering him a gentle smile. “Don’t be…”

His heart ached as he looked at the imprints on her skin, his stomach twisting with remorse. Yet, a part of him felt a sense of pride. The realisation that he had left his mark on her, sent a thrill coursing through him.

“But I hurt you…I didn’t mean to hurt you, I’m sorry…” he persisted, but Y/N quieted him by placing her finger on his lips. “Shh…don’t think about it…”

“I love you so much…” he whispered against her finger, his eyes looking into hers with a mixture of adoration and guilt.

She beamed, pressing a kiss to his lips. This time however, it lacked any hunger or passion, instead filled with love and tenderness. When she slowly pulled back, she murmured against his mouth, “I love you too…”

His hand raised to cup her face, gently caressing her cheek with his thumb as he sighed softly.

“You’re so perfect…”

Y/N leaned into his caress, momentarily closing her eyes before responding, “So are you Jim…perfect except for one thing…”

He frowned, lowering his voice, “What’s that, sweetheart?”

“Your boxers…you have to change…” she replied with a chuckle, meeting his gaze once more.

He laughed, glancing down at his pants, noticing how the mess was causing the fabric to cling to his skin. He groaned and shook his head, “All your fault, you know that?” he accused, his voice filled with amusement.

“As if you didn’t enjoy every second…” she retorted, raising an eyebrow.

He let out another soft laugh, shaking his head in resignation. “Of course I did…but I have to change now, thanks to you…”

“You’re welcome…” she replied with a grin, “Now, I’ll see you back here in a couple minutes then? I really need to go to the bakery now…”

He nodded, his heart already heavy at the mere thought of being separated from her, even for a couple minutes. “Sounds good. I’ll see you soon. I love you.”

He watched her walk away, taking a deep breath to try and calm himself before entering a nearby store to change into clean boxers.

 

He exited the store shortly thereafter, having changed into a clean pair of boxers and having tidied himself up to the best of his ability. He checked his phone and sent her a quick text.

Jim: “Done changing, sweetheart. Where are you?”

Y/N: “Behind you”

He grinned at the text, putting his phone back in his pocket before turning to glance over his shoulder. Y/N was approaching him, carrying several boxes. A soft laugh escaped his lips at the sight.

“Fuck sweetheart, how much did your dad buy?”

“A lot apparently, the whole bakery is empty.” she joked, walking up to him.

He shook his head, his smile growing wider. “You sure you can carry all that by yourself?”

She chuckled softly and shook her head, “No, not at all.”

He laughed softly at her answer, amusement and affection filling his heart. “Need some help, baby?”

“That could be useful, yes…”

His gaze shifted to the bakery before returning to her, a playful tone in his voice as he remarked, “I don’t know, you sure you can’t carry them yourself?”

She narrowed her eyes, her voice raising slightly, “You want these boxes thrown at you?”

Jim merely smiled wider at her witty comeback, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender.

“Alright, alright…I’ll help. No one has to throw any boxes.”

The return to her father’s house was quiet, both relishing the brief moment of solitude they shared. The thought of having to act as if they were merely acquaintances again caused Jim’s stomach to churn, the idea of not being unable to touch or embrace her leaving him feeling restless and frustrated.

 

Throughout the rest of evening, Jim tried to keep himself under control, striving to behave as just a friend rather than the man who fell in love his best friend’s daughter. It proved to be difficult, as every fiber of his being ached to be near her. He feigned interest in the ongoing conversation, nodding and replying when necessary, yet his mind was elsewhere, his gaze frequently drifting to where Y/N was seated with the children.

As the evening concluded, Jim placed his children in the car before getting into the driver’s seat himself. Y/N stood at the door, waving them goodbye, though her eyes remained fixed on Jim.

He simply returned the wave, his heart tightening within his chest as he departed with his family, leaving her behind. A sense of longing washed over him, as if a part of him had been left behind.