This had been your 7th date with Steve, and he was such a gentleman. He had waited until your third date to ask for a kiss, which was a short kiss on your cheek.
After going to a nice Mexican restaurant and then getting ice cream, all paid by him, which he had insisted on, he walked you up to your door at the end of the night.
“So I guess this is good night,” Steve sighed.
“I guess so,” you said, breaking your lips into a smile before reaching your hands up to cup his face. “Is this okay?” you whispered softly.
“Mhm,” Steve hummed before you closed the gap with a kiss on his lips, which he quickly deepened before pulling back with a boyish grin spreading across his face.
For a moment you stared at each other before you broke the silence. “Uh, do you want to come in for a glass of wine?” you asked softly.
“I’d love to,” Steve said.
You quickly turned around to unlock your door. Before stepping in, you turned nervously toward Steve. “Umm, just so you know, I have a stripper pole in my living room,” you said with a giggle before entering the house, leaving Steve in the doorway trying to process the words that had come out of your mouth.
He entered the house, and you locked the door behind him. before walking into the kitchen leaving steve to step into the living room, he was met with a silver stripper pole in the middle of the room. You came out of the kitchen with two glasses and a fancy bottle of wine to be met with a frozen Steve staring at your stripper pole, which made you giggle.
“You like what you see, Steve?” you purred.
Only for Steve to snap his neck to look at you like a deer in headlights.
“I-wha-no, huh-? I-“ Steve stammered, clearly flustered, which made you giggle even more as you made your way to the coffee table, placing the wine bottle and glasses on it.
“I can show you how it works if you want? I would just have to change quickly,” you offered while gesturing to your outfit, a pink baby doll top with a white mini skirt and white kitten heels.
“I-wow, no-what! No, I mean yes, I’d like that,” Steve mumbled, his cheeks turning a pink color.
You giggled before placing a kiss on his cheek. “I’ll be right back.”
You opted for a black bikini set with lace on the trim and matching heels. After fixing your makeup and looking at yourself one final time, you confidently strutted out of the bathroom and into the living room, stopping in front of Steve.
His cheeks and ears turned a deep red color and his lips parted in an O as his grip on your throw pillow tightened, clearly hiding his hard-on underneath. “Wow,” Steve breathed out, his eyes raking down to your heels, then up your legs, your lacy panties, and your bra, before landing on your face.
“Do you want to pick a song?” you asked softly.
“I-no, you can pick what you want,” Steve muttered out quietly.
“Okay,” you said, bending down to kiss his cheek before walking over to your record player and placing the Rick James Street Songs vinyl on it. “Super Freak” played out loud before you strutted to the pole, leaning toward it. “You know, you’re the only person I’ve done this for, Steve,” you purred. “Have you seen a stripper pole before?”
Steve’s eyes were still wide. “I-no, this is my first time doing something like this.”
You giggled, circling around the pole. “Then we can be each other’s first,” you said before you hooked one leg around the cool metal arching your back as you spun slowly, letting the beat of the music guide your movements, you rolled your hips sensually, the lace of your lacy panties brushing against the pole as you slid down into a smooth squat.
thighs parting teasingly before rising again, Steve’s breathing grew heavier, his eyes locked on every movement and curve on your body.
you climbed higher than before inverting your self into a a upside down spilt, your breast threatening to spill from your lacy bra. When you righted yourself, you pressed your back against the pole, sliding down it while running your hands over your body—cupping your tits, trailing your fingers down your stomach, and playing with the waist band of your panties with your thumbs.
Steve shifted on the couch, moving thw throw pillow off his lap, his cock visibly straining against his pants now. “Fuck… you’re incredible,” he whispered hoarsely.
amused you dropped to your knees and your crawled your way to steve with a sultry smile.
You rose between his spread legs, pressing your barely covered breasts against his chest as you straddled on his lap. His hands finally moved, gripping your waist tightly.
You could feel how hard he was underneath you. Grinding slowly against his bulge, you leaned in and kissed him deeply, tongues tangling as the song’s bass pulsed through the room. Steve groaned into your mouth, his hands sliding down to squeeze your ass.
“Bedroom?” you breathed against his lips.
“Too far,” he whined.
in one swift motion he flipped you onto your back on the couch, peeling your bikini top off slowly and latching his mouth onto one of your nipples. You moaned loudly as he sucked hard, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud while his fingers pinched the other. His free hand pushed your panties aside, rubbing your swollen clit in slow circles before sliding two thick fingers deep inside your soaked pussy.
You arched into him, gasping. “Steve… please…”
He worked you open with his fingers, curling them against that perfect spot until your legs were shaking. Then he dropped lower, spreading your thighs wide and burying his tongue in your pussy. He licked and sucked like a man starved, focusing on your clit while his fingers kept thrusting. You came hard on his face, crying out his name as pleasure flooded your body.
Before you could recover, Steve stood, shedding the rest of his clothes. His cock was thick and heavy, the tip glistening. You slid off the couch onto your knees, looking up at him as you took him into your mouth. Steve groaned deeply, his hand gently threading through your hair as you bobbed on his length, swirling your tongue around the head and taking him deeper with every pass.
“Fuck, baby… your mouth feels so good,” he panted.
You sucked him eagerly until he pulled you up and bent you over the arm of the couch. He rubbed his cock along your slick folds before thrusting in deep from behind. The angle made you moan loudly as he filled you completely. Steve set a punishing rhythm, hips slapping against your ass while one hand reached around to rub your clit.
He fucked you hard like this until your second orgasm hit, your pussy clenching tight around him. Steve pulled out slowly, flipping you onto your back again, and climbed between your legs. This time he entered you slowly, savoring every inch as he buried himself to the hilt.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper as he rocked into you. His thrusts were deep and steady, grinding against your clit with every movement. He kissed you messily, swallowing your moans while his hands roamed your body squeezing your breasts, gripping your hips, and pinning your wrists above your head.
“I’m gonna come again,” you whimpered.
“Come with me,” he groaned.
You shattered around him for the third time, your whole body trembling. Steve followed right after, thrusting deep and spilling inside you with a long, guttural moan, filling you with pulse after pulse of his cum.
You both stayed locked together, breathing hard and covered in sweat. After a few moments, you cupped his face and whispered softly, “Stay the night, Steve. Please? I don’t want you to leave.” kissing his cheeks and then his nose.
He smiled warmly, still buried inside you, and kissed you tenderly on your lips. “I’d love to stay.”
You took his hand and led him to your bedroom and into the bathroom, turning on the water on the warmest setting. The two of you stepped into the shower together under the warm spray. It was gentle and intimate rather than sexual. Steve carefully washed your back and hair while you soaped his chest and shoulders. You traded soft kisses under the water, letting the day wash away. He wrapped you in a big fluffy towel afterward and carried you to bed.
You curled up against his chest, his strong arms holding you close, legs tangled together.
“So, do you do that for work?” Steve asked sheepishly. “Not like I would judge or anything.”
His question made you giggle against his chest.
“No, it’s kind of a hobby,” you replied. “I got the pole as a joke after getting drunk with my best friend, and I just kinda learned by myself. When I said you were the first person I’ve done this in front of, I meant it.”
You listened to his steady heartbeat for a moment before he spoke again. “Well, I’m really happy to be your first. God, that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Steve breathed out.
Looking into his eyes, you spoke softly, “I really like you, Steve. I enjoy our time together.”
Steve smiled softly before kissing you on the lips. He pulled away just enough to speak. “I really like you too, and I’m willing to take you on as many dates as it takes till you become my girlfriend and get sick of me.”
You both giggled softly together before slipping into sleep as the exhaustion from the night finally caught up with you both.
Safe and warm in his embrace, you fell asleep together.
i actually did quite a little research about stripping before i wrote this so it could be as accurate as possible so enjoy my loves🥹
this gentleman brings you your lost wallet. what a sweet man!
tags: crack! ⋮⋮ drabble
“Excuse me” A deep voice wakes you up from your little trance walking around the mall. “Miss, you dropped this” The man hands you your wallet, gently placing it back onto your palm before he starts walking off.
“W-wait!” You scramble after him. “How can I repay you mister… uh..?”
“Toji” he turns round, smiling at you.
Wow. A real gentleman. In this economy?
“Toji” You test his name on your lips, familiarize yourself with the name of your savior. You’ve been working all summer for the money in that wallet—honestly, you might’ve passed out if it weren’t for him.
“Right. How can I repay you, sir?” You ask, your face beaming with relief as you tuck your wallet back into your back pocket, your fingers skimming over its outline through your jeans over and over – reassuring yourself its indeed still there. That you didn’t lose it for the second time today.
You’re not sure the next person you meet will be as sweet as the one the heavens just descended in front of you.
“No, miss. You got this all wrong. I don’t expect anything in return”
You insist. He shakes his head, chuckling.
“That’s sweet, miss. But I can’t accept it” He keeps shaking his head, a small smile on his lips. Then, he’s already turning around, on his way elsewhere.
He didn’t even accept anything in return! Its rare to meet guys like him these days.
And so, you continue your shopping plans, visiting the first store of the day.
You tap your card on the payment terminal, thankfull for living in a modern world where you can easily and quickly pay. You have a long day of tapping your card away. You’ll need all the efficiency you can get.
Beep! Card declined. Try again.
Oh. Weird.
And so you do try again, pressing the card more firmly over the tiny screen.
Must be a system error
Beep! Card declined. Try again.
You try a couple times more, laughing nervously as you glance up at the cashier, a line forming behind you
“Umm.. lets try one more time?” You state hesitantly, sounding more like a question than a statement.
Beep! Card declined. Card balance empty.
“A real gentleman, huh?” You grumble under your breath.
I've always found it easier to make friends than to keep them.
People come and go. They switch majors or find new apartments, take jobs in different cities or jet off somewhere to reinvent themselves.
I would know something about that.
I want to keep in touch, of course.
Good luck in New York!
It was great working with you. Call me if you ever need anything!
A summer in Portugal? Wow!
I just…don't. But then:
1 NEW MESSAGE: RYAN BIO
heyyyyy!!! how r u???
Huh.
Hi, Ryan! I'm doing well. It's been a minute. How are you?
didnt think u saved my number lol.
I did. We had a project together.
I didn't have to scroll up far to see our last conversation. It was rather one-sided.
yeh u helped me out.
If by "helped" you mean did the whole thing for you.
lmao no way ur still pissed about that?
I mean, I remember it. I don't know if I'm "pissed."
why u textin lik its an essay bro???
That's just how I type.
ok smartypants lol!!!
So…you were saying hi?
yeh dude!!! u wanna catch up or somethin???
About what?
i dunno. stuff. kinda had a ? 4 u.
Okay.
can i ft u? just got hom from gym.
Sure, just give me a…
"Yo!"
"Hi…"
"Damn, dude, did you lose weight?"
"Yes. I don't want to" -
"Nice, dude, niiicccee!"
"Right. Well, you look…bigger?"
"Yeah, I got this whole new routine now. It's pretty fuckin' awesome, hahaha."
"You had a question for me?"
"Yeah. So, uh, how'd you know you liked dudes?"
"What?"
"I dunno. You like dudes, right?"
"Yeah."
"Okay…so, like, how do you know that, though?"
"Please don't say you have a crush on me."
"Nah, I don't. I'm just askin' for some advice." He paused and pressed his eyelids shut for a moment.
"I don't really know how you know," I said. "One day, I just knew. I mean, it took years for me to come out and say it."
"Ah, okay. 'Cus I'm tryin' some stuff…and, uh, it's hot. Like, hot hot. Not gonna lie, bro, it makes me pretty har" -
"Alright, I get the idea."
"Right…But yeah, it's fun. Makes me feel…good."
"What exactly is it?"
"I dunno what you call it. But, there's these guys who just…really like guys like me. Big, dumb" -
"Who says you're dumb?"
"Bro, you carried me through bio. You don't gotta be nice. It's cool." He laughed. "But, yeah, these guys like me. And…I like that, them likin' me, I mean. They tell me how big I'm gettin', and how dumb I look, and how I'm just a big, dumb, bro…" His cheeks reddened. "And it's not just that. 'Cus, like, they want me to keep goin'. Dudes are buying me gear and protein powder and shit. It's…cool. Really cool."
"Who are these guys?"
"I dunno. Just randos, I guess. Some of 'em are pretty chill, some not so much. But I don't really know 'em."
"Well, that's the internet for you."
"Umm…"
"Yeah?"
"Would you wanna tell me some of that…stuff?"
"Like what?"
"I dunno. Just…call me a big, dumb, bro."
"I don't want to yuck your yum, but…"
"Just once? You're, like, helping me explore my sectsuactually."
"It's sexuality."
"See what I mean? I'm dumb as fuck. Bro, please…just once?"
"You're a big, dumb, bro."
"I'm a big, dumb, bro. I'm your big, dumb, bro."
"...Where did that come from?"
"I…dunno." He blushed. "Umm…damn. Maybe I do got a crush on you?"
"Oh?"
He smiled. "Yeah, maybe I like seein' how smart you are. Makin' you do all the work while I'm just your big, dumb, bro."
"And this is all coming out now…because?"
"I dunno, dude. But, like, I wanna do it again. Talkin' to you. Talkin' about this. Maybe meetin' up?"
"In a way…I guess it was nice? Catching up, I mean."
"Yeah," Ryan said, his smile wider. "And we can do more than that."
"Mommy! Daddy’s here!” The sound of tiny footsteps echoed through the apartment, causing your maternal instincts to kick in. Worried that your daughter might trip on the stairs, you hurriedly made your way to the hallway. To your surprise, you found her standing by the door, her little backpack neatly packed, and her favorite plush toy clutched tightly under her arm.
"Sweetheart, what have I told you about running down the stairs?" you asked, trying to hide your smile at how adorable she looked.
"I know... sorry," she replied, giving you the most irresistible puppy eyes, swaying on her feet as if she knew exactly how to melt your heart. Just like someone else you knew.
"Mr. Poodles is coming with you, huh?" you said, kneeling down to help her tie her shoes properly.
"He can't wait to see Daddy, just like me," she grinned, hugging her stuffed animal. "Wish you were coming too."
For a moment, you froze. "This is your time with Daddy, baby. You've spent the whole day with me."
"But don't you want to have fun with me and Daddy too?" she asked, her innocent eyes searching for an answer. Right as she finished her question, the person of your discussion knocked on the apartment door.
"Daddy!" Your daughter practically pushed you out of the way as soon as you opened it, throwing herself into her father's arms.
"Wow! You're getting bigger every day!" he exclaimed, holding her tightly. "How's my baby girl?"
"I can't wait to go to the ice rink!" she squealed with excitement.
"Oh, me too, baby. Do you have your skates ready?"
"Umm, I think they're upstairs."
"Then go fetch 'em!" releasing her from his embrace, you both watched as she sprinted towards the stairs.
“Remember what I said!” you said after her, but she was too eager to hear your reminder.
You turned your attention back to her father, who was still smiling goofily, his eyes fixed on the direction your daughter had gone.
"She's been talking about this all day," you said to him, your lips curving into a smile.
Eren turned to face you, his gaze lingering a bit too long on your features before he spoke. "Yeah, she's been wanting to go for some time now."
"Just keep an eye on her, please. You know how hyperactive she can get, just like-"
"Me?" Eren tried to hide his smile, but it was evident, causing you to roll your eyes.
"Yes, just like you," you replied, a hint of affection in your voice.
You stare at each other for a few moments, before Eren grabs his backpack and begins to rummage through it. “I, uh.. got you something.”
You adjoin your eyebrows in confusion, but then he clarifies. “For your birthday.”
“Eren, you shouldn’t ha-“
“I wanted to.” He declares with a tone that suggests there’s no point in fighting him about it. After he gets a tiny present box out of his backpack, he moves closer, handing it to you.
"Thanks." You smile timidly, trying to escape his gaze. When you open it, your eyes grow wide. “Oh my god, Eren..”
You put your hand against your mouth in awe of the golden necklace positioned in the little box. It’s a lock necklace in the shape of a heart, with your daughter’s picture right at the center of it.
“Eren, this is... it’s beautiful.” Your eyes are still large as you inspect the jewelry, “thank you, thank you so much.”
“I’m glad you like it.” Eren casts a warm smile your way. You exchange glances with him, something you can’t quite decipher shining in his jewel eyes. “I was thinking-“
“I’m ready!” Your little bundle of joy appears in front of you, showcasing her pink glittery skates in her hand.
“Yeah?” Eren kneels next to her, giving a kiss on her puffy cheek. He looks at her, then at you, and then leans closer to your daughter’s ear, “Say, sweetheart.. don’t you think mommy should come with us, too?”
She doesn’t even waste a second, “Yes! Mommy, please come with us!”
You shake your head, “I can’t, sweetheart, I have work to do.”
“But it’s Saturday! Saturday is for fun!” Your daughter purses her upper lip, giving you the cutest little pout you’ve ever seen.
“She does have a point.” Eren nods his head. “Come on. I’ll be making pasta later.” He tilts his head the same way he does every time he tries to persuade you about something. And you hate that you’re debating it. It’s been four months since the last time you allowed yourself to spend time with Eren, and it was the same time you decided that it’d be best to co-parent instead of trying to fix your complicated relationship. He’d agreed to it, although it took him some time to understand what that actually meant. No more touching, kissing, spending nights together. It was hard for him, but with time, it seemed like he accepted it. Your kid was the most important thing for the both of you.
But even so, you could feel that there was still something. He was the father of your kid, and it didn’t help how amazing he was with her. Every time you saw them together, your heart would skip a beat. You couldn’t have asked for a better dad for your little girl. He did everything for her, helped her with school, taught her how to ride a bike, spent an enormous amount of time just playing with her and paying her attention. You were so grateful for that.
And you knew he still had a thing for you. He hadn’t gotten a new girlfriend even though women ogled him left and right, and when he would come to pick your kid up, he’d always talk to you, not being so smooth in trying to find out if you were dating someone or not.
Eren can see you’re still debating it, so he raises his arm in the air, “Everyone who wants mama to come, raise your hand.”
Your daughter follows suit, one tiny hand in the air, the other one holding onto Mr. Poodles’s hand. And you want to cry because this is the cutest image in the entire world.
“See, three against one.” Eren smirks your way, and of course, your cheeky daughter mimics it. That’s when you know, you’ve lost.
“Fine.” They both erupt into cheers, giving each other high fives. “Only for a little while, though.”
“Yes, ma’am!”
…..
The ice rink wasn’t as full as you’d expected for a Saturday, which was a welcome surprise. You couldn’t even remember the last time you went, but it was probably with Eren. He was the one that taught you, and then taught your little girl as well. It always amazed you how even though he was pretty impatient as a person, he was always so patient when it came to her... and to you, too. You really liked that about him.
You watched your daughter grab onto her father’s hand as they slid their skates across the rink, and you couldn’t help but feel your heart get full.
“Mommy! Come on!” She shouts to you, waving her little hand as Eren turns to look at you, a soft smile gracing his lips.
And if you really think about it, this is all you’ve ever wanted.
…..
“I should go.” You say as you gather your skates in one hand, watching as Eren helps your daughter undo hers. You’d been skating for the past two hours, and it was beginning to get cold, so after having spent the best time laughing and doing circles around the rink, with your bundle of joy holding you and Eren by your hands, you’d decided to call it a day.
“Don’t,” Eren basically jumps from the ground, his reaction surprising all three of you. Trying not to cringe from his sudden actions, he moves a bit closer, until you can faintly smell his cologne. “Please stay.”
You’d be lying if you said you expected the vulnerable tone those words came out with. He locked his gaze with yours, the pleading look in his eyes striking something deep inside your chest.
You still don’t say anything, so Eren tries again, “We’ll drive you afterwards. Right, sweetheart?” He turns to his daughter, who’s already giving you her irresistibly green puppy eyes.
“Please, mama. Mr. Poodles is gonna be sad if you leave.” She’s bringing the plush toy to her chest, her pointy chin resting on the animal’s head. They’re both really working you today.
You move your stare back to Eren’s, who looks like a little boy waiting for his parents to allow him something he really wants. You ignore the nestled feeling inside your chest, the one that seems to know why he’s acting this way. Finally, you sigh, tilting your head to catch your daughter’s expression again, “Well, I guess I can’t let Mr. Poodles be sad, now can I?”
…..
You hadn’t been to Eren’s new place ever since he left your shared apartment. You knew where it was because you’d often pick your daughter up from there, but you never felt comfortable enough to go in. Deep inside, you knew why you never wanted to. Not that you’d admit it to yourself or anyone else, but truth was, you were scared. Scared of accidentally bumping into a hook up, even though you knew he’d never allow that while your kid was there. But still, you were always on edge. You were afraid of him living the bachelor life now that you officially weren’t together, because as much as you wanted him to be happy, seeing your daughter’s father with another woman was something you weren’t sure you were ever going to be ready for.
But now, as you make your first step inside, you’re instantly washed with a sense of relief. The place isn’t big nor small, there’s just the right amount of space for a single dad whose kid comes over a couple of times a week. It’s tidy, there is no cereal on the table or alcohol bottles scattered around the shelves. There are a few plants positioned next to the window, their leaves as green as their owner’s eyes. You can even see the little cherry tomato tree you gave him as a gift after your third date—you’d made cherry tomato pasta that he absolutely loved, begging you for the recipe afterwards. Even though it was pretty simple, his reaction made you so happy, you gifted him the tree the next time you guys saw each other. You’d told him that whenever he wanted, you could make it for him with homemade tomatoes.
“Mommy, look what daddy and I drew!” Your daughter breaks your train of memories when she sprints towards the coffee table in the living room, grabbing what you suspect is the drawing, “Look! It’s us!”
She proudly presents the painting to you, smiling from ear to ear. You crouch down next to her, examining what you presume is all three of you holding each other by the hand, with wide smiles drawn on your faces. You can’t help but grin.
“Oh wow, you’re quite the artist, aren’t you?”
“Daddy helped!” She goes to grab her father by the hand, and you exchange glances with his handsome face, emerald eyes shooting arrows right through your heart.
“I bet he did.” You look down at the picture again, memorizing every little detail. How your hair is in your usual hairstyle, how Eren’s shirt is in his favorite green, how your daughter has a huge grin on her face, the same one she has on right now in front of you. And even when just looking at this drawing is enough to fill your heart with joy, you know that it’s not really similar to your real life. Because you and Eren.. you’re separated. You don’t take your kid for walks in the park together. You don’t go to the movies as a family. You don’t fall asleep in his arms after you’ve read your kid a bedtime story. The only time in the near past that you felt this way was today.. at the ice rink. It amazed you how life had the unimaginable gift of making you forget all the bad with just a little bit of good.
Eren notices the sudden sullen look on your face, so he quickly changes the subject, “All right girls, go sit yourselves down. I’m going to start dinner.”
…..
The sweet aroma of sizzling garlic fills the air of the kitchen. You’re seated opposite your little girl, who is now drawing a picture of a cat she’d seen outside the ice rink. It was her favourite animal, something she doesn’t keep away from you or Eren, giving not so subtle hints of what she would describe as the perfect birthday present.
“It smells really good.”
You say, trying to keep the conversation light and neutral. You're aware of the tension that underlies these simple domestic moments, but you're also conscious of the need to maintain a sense of normalcy for your daughter's sake.
Eren glances over his shoulder, offering you a small, appreciative smile. "Thanks. I'm making that cherry tomato pasta. Remember, the one you taught me?"
You nod, the memory bittersweet. "Yeah, I remember."
Your daughter, oblivious to the emotional undercurrents, chatters excitedly about the orange cat she’s drawing, her words filling the space with innocent energy. You listen to her, responding with the appropriate nods and laughs, but part of your attention remains on Eren. The ease with which he handles the kitchen utensils and the familiar way he moves around the space remind you of the times you cooked together, a pang of nostalgia hitting you as you watch.
The pasta is served, with Eren sitting down beside you. You take a bite, the flavors just as you remember, and you can't help but compliment him. "You've got this down to a T," you say, a genuine smile touching your lips.
Eren looks at you, his eyes filled with what you can only describe as warmth. "I had a good teacher," he replies before he turns his attention back to your daughter, who is happily twirling pasta onto her fork.
“Do you like it, little miss?” He asks her, removing some stray hairs from her face so they don’t end up in her meal. The sight makes your heart swell.
“Best pasta ever!” She gives him a grin and Eren chuckles, pinching her on the nose.
“You’re the cutest kid ever.”
“Have to agree with that statement.” You chime in, smiling at them both.
“It’s no surprise. You made her.”
Eren's comment catches you off guard, a compliment wrapped in a simple truth, and it brings a flush to your cheeks.
You give a soft laugh, brushing off the sentiment with a playful roll of your eyes, but inside, your heart feels a gentle tug. "Well, I had some help.”
Eren nods his head, attempting to conceal his smile, but it was futile. The warmth of the moment seems to hang in the air and the rest of the meal passes with ease, punctuated by laughter and the occasional playful banter. It's a reminder of the chemistry that once brought you together, still present in these small interactions. As you watch Eren interact with your daughter, his love for her evident in every gesture and word, you once again prove to yourself that choosing him as the father of your child was the right choice. Despite the separation, he remains a devoted father in every aspect, and that's something you can't help but respect.
After dinner, as Eren clears the table and insists on handling the dishes, you take the opportunity to spend some quiet time with your daughter, helping her with a puzzle she shows you, one that she’d started with her dad a week ago.
“You’re not ready for what I’m about to show you.” Eren’s voice carries a playful tone as he approaches, drying his hands on a dish towel.
“What is it?” You turn to him, trying to ignore the way he’s rolled up his sleeves, his big, veiny hands on display.
“Just wait here.” He says with a grin, disappearing for a moment into another room. When he returns, he’s holding something behind his back, a knowing smile playing on his lips. You exchange a curious look with your daughter, who shrugs with an amused smile. Then with a flourish, Eren presents what looks like an album, one you instantly recognise when you read the title emblazoned across the cover. It's a photo album you both started when your daughter was born, filled with snapshots of her life, from her very first moments in this world.
You take it in your hands as if you’re holding the most precious thing in your life — because in a way, you are. The album is more than just a collection of photographs; it's a tangible chronicle of your daughter's journey, a narrative woven together by the love and care of her parents. You run your fingers over the title, the letters familiar and filled with a history that only you and Eren understand.
“I haven’t seen this in forever.” You say, with a sort of awe in your voice as you flip the first page. There she was, your daughter, in her very first photograph, a tiny bundle swaddled in a hospital blanket.
“Found it at my mom’s house.” Eren says as he settles on the living room couch beside you. You lean into the comfort of the cushions, the album resting on your lap, and as you turn the pages, you're enveloped by the warmth of the memories it holds.
Each photograph tells a story, and you're struck by the vividness of those early days, the emotions as fresh as if they were just yesterday. The sleep-deprived smiles, the first time your daughter grasped your finger, the countless expressions of wonder as she discovered the world around her—all are captured in these pages.
"It's amazing you found this," you say, looking over at Eren with gratitude. "I didn't even realize how much I missed it until now."
Eren nods, his gaze lingering on the images. "Yeah, I stumbled upon it while helping Mom with some cleaning. I figured we should have it here, where we can all look at it whenever we want."
The two of you continue to reminisce, sharing stories and laughter as your daughter, now more interested in the album than her puzzle, climbs onto the couch to join you. She points to a photo of herself as a toddler, her face painted with an expression of pure joy, and asks about the day it was taken.
"That was your second birthday," Eren explains, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "You had that little cake with the cartoon characters on it. You were so excited you barely let us cut it."
“Can I have the same one on my next birthday?” She asks with that childlike innocence that makes each question so endearing.
"Of course, sweetheart," you reply, matching her enthusiasm. "We'll find a cake that makes you just as happy as that one did. Maybe we can even add some new decorations to make it extra special for this year."
Eren nods in agreement, always ready to make her birthday wishes come true. "We'll make it a great birthday," he assures her. "Maybe we can even look at some pictures together and pick out what you like best for the cake design."
Your daughter claps her hands excitedly, the prospect of planning her cake adding to the anticipation of her birthday, no matter that it was 5 months ahead. "Yay! I want it to be a surprise, though. I want to see it and be like, 'Wow!'"
You both laugh, charmed by her excitement and her desire for a surprise. "It'll be our little project," Eren tells her. "A big, happy birthday surprise."
The evening continues with a warm, gentle rhythm as you turn more pages of the album. Each photograph sparks a new conversation, a new story, or a fond recollection. And as the night progressed and the album came to an end, your daughter ended up falling asleep on your shoulder.
Eren quietly gathers her in his arms and carries her to her bedroom, her head resting against his shoulder as he walks. You follow, watching the tender scene. The house was quiet, save for the soft sounds of your daughter's breathing and the faint creak of the floorboards underfoot.
Once in her room, Eren gently lays her down in her bed, taking care not to wake her. He pulls the covers up to her chin and tucks them around her snugly, ensuring she is comfortable and warm. You stay in the doorway, your heart full, observing this nightly ritual that never seems to lose its significance.
With the stealth and coordination of seasoned parents, you both retreat from the room, Eren turning off the light and closing the door just enough to leave a comforting sliver of light from the hallway. The two of you return to the living room, the silence a stark contrast to the laughter and storytelling that had filled it just a short while ago.
“It's been a good day," Eren says softly, his voice reflecting the peaceful atmosphere.
"Yeah, it really has," you agree, leaning against his kitchen counter.
Eren looks down at his feet, like he’s trying to find the proper words. "I wanted.. to say thank you. For tonight, for this," he gestures to the space around you, encompassing the warmth of the evening spent together, "for everything."
You offer him a soft smile, "I'm glad we did it," you reply. "It's important, for her."
And for us.
“She was really happy, wasn’t she?”
You nod, trying not to look him in the eyes. You felt.. vulnerable. You and him, alone, in this close proximity.. it hasn’t happened in a long time. And with the way your heart is beating, you know what you should do next, no matter if it is the last thing you want to do.
“I should get going. It’s getting late.” You tell him quietly, afraid of not waking your daughter up.
“Wait,” he grabs your hand just before you begin to walk away. Eren's grip is gentle but firm, a silent plea for just a moment longer. You pause, turning back to face him and those beautiful green eyes of his.
“Y/n, I…” he hesitates, searching for the right words, his eyes locked with yours. “I’ve missed you.”
Your mouth opens slightly, but words don’t find you. There’s a flutter in your chest, his words stirring emotions you've tried to keep at bay
You watch his face contort into a melancholic smile, “I barely functioned without you.”
The confession hangs in the air, heavy with the weight of unspoken truths. You can see the sincerity in Eren's eyes, the raw honesty that he's allowing you to see. It's disarming, and for a moment, you're transported back to a time when the distance between you didn't exist.
You swallow hard, the flutter in your chest growing into a storm of emotions that you struggle to contain. Nonetheless, you try to keep the conversation light, letting out a low laugh.
“Seems like you’ve been doing fine.”
But Eren doesn’t buy that. He takes a few steps closer to you, his eyes unwavering.
“Yeah, well, I had to. Doesn’t mean you haven’t been on my mind the whole time.”
The proximity and his familiar scent make your heart race, and the walls you've built to compartmentalize your feelings feel as though they're beginning to crumble. You take a deep breath, trying to maintain your composure. The closeness is overwhelming, and you're reminded of the intimacy you once shared. It's a dangerous territory, and part of you wants to step back, to reestablish the boundaries that have kept you both grounded in your new reality.
“Eren, we’ve been through this-“
“I can’t be with anyone else.” He spits out, and you’re left speechless. His declaration cuts through the air, leaving a silence that feels both heavy and electric.
“And I’ve tried- fuck, I’ve really tried, but it doesn’t work. You’re my girl.”
Your stomach is doing somersaults. The intensity of the confession sends your emotions into overdrive, and for a moment, you're caught in the eye of a storm that's been quietly brewing. His words, raw and unfiltered, resonate with a part of you that you've tried to keep hidden away, a part that still responds to him with a familiar pull.
“Eren, this isn’t right- things are fine now, for the first time in a long time. We’ve worked too hard for this, for where we are now.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” His eyes convey his apology, but you can see he’s been keeping this inside for way too long. “But I really don’t think I can ever imagine my life without you.”
“You won’t have to, we have a child-“
“Yes, I know.” It comes out a bit harsh, but he doesn’t mean for it to be. “But just the thought that you might end up with someone else.. it’s like a fucking tumor inside my brain.”
The rawness in Eren's voice strikes a chord within you, and you can't help but empathize with the pain he's expressing. It's clear that his feelings are genuine and that he's been wrestling with them for some time. Yet, despite the empathy you feel, you know that the health of your family dynamic is at stake.
“Eren.” You say softly but firmly, “We have a little kid together. I don’t want to screw her up like my parents did me. I want her to be happy.”
“Don’t you think she will be, though? All she does is ask me when I’m moving back. We’ve never fought in front of her. You know I’d never let that happen.”
“Yes, but we did fight a lot last time. I don’t want to live like that, like my-“
“Hey, we are not your parents, okay?” He cradles your face in his hands, and that’s when you realise there were tears forming in the corners of your eyes, “Stop thinking about them and just think about us.”
You stay like that, looking up at him, his touch gentle and comforting.
“I’m so sorry about last time, believe me. I’ve learned from my mistakes. And I know it’s hard for you, but I’ll show you. All I want is for you and our baby to be happy.”
The warmth of his hands on your face and the sincerity in his eyes make it hard to maintain the walls you've built to protect yourself.
“I love you to death, y’know that, right?”
And then, it’s all over.
“Eren..“, you hiccup, crumbling into his arms, sobbing quietly as the emotional dam breaks. The stress of holding back, of trying to be strong and keep everything together, is suddenly too much.
"I know," he murmurs, his voice a soothing balm as he holds you close. "I'm here. I've got you."
The comfort of his embrace allows you to let go, if only for a moment, of the fears and doubts that have been haunting you. In the safety of his arms, you allow yourself to feel the full extent of your emotions—the love, the hurt, the hope, and the uncertainty.
“There’s never going to be anyone else for me. Ever.” He whispers, “I’m willing to do the work. I’ll do whatever it takes.”
You feel the steady beat of his heart against your ear, a rhythm that once felt as familiar as your own. He loves you. He truly does, and you know that, you’ve always known. After a moment, he brings you back by the shoulders so he can look at your face.
“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”
“Stop it.”
You try to hide yourself in your hands, but he catches them softly.
“It’s true. No one else compares, baby.” He brings his hands to your hips, and your heart skips a beat. “No one.”
“Eren..”, you say his name softly, eyes glued to his pretty lips.
“Yeah?” He reciprocates your tone, and you’re sure he’s caught on the change of atmosphere. Of course he has, he’s the one who started it.
“I’ve missed you, too.” You encircle your arms around his neck, bringing him even closer.
“Shit, not as much as me.” He presses his forehead against yours, his eyes closed, “It was like a part of me was gone. The only time I felt happy was when I was with our baby girl.. and when I’d see you.”
“I.. I didn’t know what to do. I thought this was the best decision, but.. I was so sad, Eren.”
“I’m sorry, baby.” He rubs soothing circles around your hips, “If I wasn’t such an idiot, this wouldn’t have happened.”
You stay like that for a while before he catches your chin between his fingers, making your eyes meet. “Do you love me still?”
Even if you wanted to deny it, you couldn’t bring yourself to.
“.. Yes.”
You’d never seen him smile like that. It was the purest, most joyful smile you’ve ever seen on a person. He doesn’t waste any time, pulling your face closer until your lips meet, the kiss soft but passionate, one that sends butterflies across your whole being, one that you’ve dreamed about for the past 5 months.
When the kiss ends, his gaze rests on your face, “Then..”, he removes a strand of hair behind your ear, “if you still trust me, give us another chance, Y/n.”
You’re embarrassed by how aroused you feel in this moment, with his body pressed against yours, faces inches away.
“Kiss me again.” You whisper before pulling him to you again, this time taking the lead, your hands leading his to your lower back, signaling for him to pick you up. Eren doesn’t need an explanation with words, he knows exactly what you want. And even though he wants it more than anything in the world right now, he still knows that he needs to be cautious, to ensure that this is what you truly want and not just a momentary lapse driven by old feelings and the intimacy of the moment.
He looks into your eyes, searching for confirmation, for the certainty that this step is one you both want to take. "Are you sure?" he asks quietly, his voice a mix of desire and concern. The last thing he wants is to rush you or make a decision that could complicate the fragile progress you've been making.
"Yes," you reply, your voice steady, eyes locked with his. There's a clarity in your decision, a conscious choice that speaks to the connection you still share. You're aware of the significance of this moment, of the potential it has to either rekindle something beautiful or to reignite past pains. But right now, you're choosing to focus on the present, on the longing you feel, and the man before you who still holds your heart.
“Take me to bed, Eren. Please.”
With your affirmation, Eren gently lifts you, your legs wrapping around his waist as he supports you with strong arms. The kiss deepens, fueled by longing and a profound familiarity that has never truly faded. It's a dance of lips and breath, a silent conversation that speaks volumes about the love and tension that have always characterized your relationship.
Eren carries you with a tenderness that belies his strength, each step towards the bedroom measured and deliberate. The world outside this moment—the doubts, the history, the fears—falls away, leaving only the two of you and the undeniable pull that has always existed between you.
As he lays you down on the bed, there's a reverence in his touch, a silent promise to cherish and respect the trust you're placing in him. He kisses your lips, your cheeks, your chin, and each kiss is a wordless vow, a gentle affirmation of his love for you. Eren's lips move with a purpose, tracing a path of passion across your neck, your soft breaths an indication that he’s on the right path. When he reaches the buttons of your shirt, his eyes meet yours again, a silent question lingering in them, seeking permission to continue. You nod slightly, watching as he undoes each button slowly. When he realises you’re not wearing a bra, he lets out a low groan before taking a nipple inside his mouth. You moan, his expert tongue drawing circles around the nub, making you feel a warmth at the pit of your stomach. His fingers go to the other breast, squeezing it not too gently, something you understand given the fact he hasn’t touched you in more than five months.
“You have the most perfect tits.” The comment pulls a soft giggle out of you, one that disappears the moment his palm lands on your clothed heat. Now he’s the one smiling, his tongue still working your sensitive nipples. He knew you loved it when he played with your breasts.
When he decides to keep going down, he lets go of your tit with a bop, then kisses down your navel, paying attention to every part of your unclothed body.
“I’ve thought about this every day.” A kiss. “Every night.” A lick. “Every fucking hour you weren’t with me.” A suckle.
Your moans echo through the bedroom as Eren undoes the belt on your jeans, chuckling when your impatient self lifts your hips to help him remove the garments more easily. He does as you wish, throwing your jeans onto the floor, cursing when he sees your white panties are soaked with your essence.
“It’s been so long, huh, baby?” He draws soothing circles around your clothed clit, “You missed me here?”
“Yes, yes,” you’re restless, moving against his hand, trying to bring yourself more pleasure. “Please, Eren, please, I can’t wait any longer.”
“You won’t have to, baby, I promise.” And even if he didn’t, his erection was beginning to feel more painful than pleasurable. He needed to be inside you.
“I have to make you cum first, though.” He says firmly, “I need you to cum on my tongue.”
“No, just- please, can we do that later? I just, I need-“
“No.” And then you feel his tongue on your clit, and you have to put your hands against your mouth to stop yourself from moaning too loudly. He’s always been so, so good at eating you out, always taking his time with it, until you were creaming inside his mouth, trying to get away from him from how sensitive he’d made you after cumming so many times.
When he pushes his middle finger in, you start losing your mind.
“Oh fuck, you’re drenched. Do you want another one?”
He was such a good fucking talker, too.
“Do it, do it, please-“
And that, he did, moving them in and out of you, then spitting on his other hand so it could go up to your breast and rub around your nipple. The combination, needless to say, makes you cum within seconds.
Your whole body tenses as you let out a strained moan of his name, the strength of your orgasm leaving you completely breathless. It’s the kind of orgasm you feel on your fingertips, the type that makes every touch to your body electrifying.
“I’m sorry, baby, I just couldn’t help it.” You faintly hear Eren’s voice, accompanied by the sound of clothes rustling that you believe are his. When you finally have the strength to look down, you see his beautiful, naked body before you, his cock finally free from its confinement. It’s a sight for sore eyes, and yours sure were that. His mouth shines with your liquids, and you don’t know why you’re blushing, as if you didn’t have this man’s child. He smiles down at you before he starts rubbing his tip at your entrance, hissing from how wet you are.
“I can’t believe you’re here.” He says, so gently, as if he’s not about to rock your whole world. “It hurt missing you so much.”
You want to kiss him in that moment, tell him it’s going to be fine, that you still love him, but you’re deprived of that opportunity when he pushes in, stretching your walls because of how big he is. Even though you were prepped, it still stung a little, and you think Eren knows because his strokes are slow and gentle, easing his way inside you.
“You feel amazing.” He whispers as he brings himself down to give you a sloppy kiss, your moans synchronising as he moves inside you. Your hands roam around his strong back, unconsciously pulling him down so you can feel him deeper.
“You want it harder, baby?” He asks between kisses, and you nod frantically, like it’s the only thing you will ever want in your life. When he begins to fuck you in a hastier pace, filling you up to the brim, he has to put his palm in front of your mouth so you don’t wake your sleeping daughter up.
“Shh, I know, I feel it too,” he has a hard time controlling himself as well, your pussy sucking him in so deliciously, he thinks he can stay like this forever. “Look at your tits bouncing. Just- if you could see yourself right now. You’re unreal.”
His words go to one place and one place only, making it even more pleasurable when he hits your spot over and over again.
“Rub your clit.” He instructs, sounding more and more out of breath. “I want you to cum with me.”
You do as you’re told, your fingers working on your sensitive bud as Eren stands back on his knees, his abs flexing with every move of his hips. He was becoming sloppier, like he was losing control of his rhythm, his fingers plunged into the fat of your ass as he moved you onto his dick.
“Rub them faster.” He groans, “I’m so fucking close.”
“Oh, god!” Your body bounces on the mattress as you feel the nearing rush of your second orgasm approaching. “It’s coming, I’m- oh fuck, I’m gonna-“
“Me too, shit, shit, I love you,”, he fucks you through both your orgasms, lips swallowing your desperate moans, with a little tear rolling down your face from all the stimulation and his confession. No matter how many times you heard it, it still pulled an emotional reaction out of you.
When Eren’s hips come to a halt, he doesn’t pull out immediately, choosing to stay close to you and pepper your neck and shoulders with open-mouthed kisses. You’re spent, trying to catch your non-existing breath as your hand rubs gentle circles around your lover’s back.
“I still can’t believe this happened.”
You smile against his ruffled hair, “Well, you better believe it because you just fucked the shit out of me.”
Your laughters fill the bedroom air, making the atmosphere lighter after the emotional rollercoaster that was the past hour. Eren cradles your face in his hands, and you just can’t imagine being any less happy than you are in this moment, “I’m never, ever letting you go again. Understand?” His voice is firm yet filled with a warmth that resonates with every beat of your heart.
You gaze into Eren's eyes, seeing the determination and love that shine back at you. His declaration, so full of certainty, wraps around you like a comforting embrace.
"I wouldn’t want you to," you reply, reaching your hand up to caress his cheek. "But we have to promise each other something, Eren. We have to promise that we'll communicate, be honest, and work through things together. No running, no hiding—just us, facing everything as a team."
Eren nods, the seriousness of your words not lost on him. "I told you, I’ll do whatever it takes.", and you can tell by the look in his eyes that he means it.
You lean forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, a seal to the vows you've just exchanged. It's a kiss that speaks of new beginnings, of forgiveness, and of the love that has weathered the storm.
Eren nestles his head against your chest, finding solace in the steady thrum of your heartbeat, while your fingers tenderly weave through his hair, caressing him with every affectionate stroke.
“What will we tell your mini-you?”
“That I slept on the couch. She’ll be so happy she won’t even care about anything else.”
You let out a chuckle, “That, she will be.”
And as you fall asleep in each others arms, the world outside fades into insignificance. The comfort of Eren's weight against you, the gentle rise and fall of his breathing, and the softness of his hair beneath your fingertips are the only realities that matter. That will ever matter.
…..
A/N: I’m having a writer’s strike and this is what came out of it. It.. surely takes a turn lol. But what is love without a little angst😅 byeee
Idia's sibling dating Kalim and coming out gay to him...
{Ignihyde Dorm – Idia's Room}
Shroud! Sibling: "........"
Idia: "............."
Ortho: ".......?"
Idia: "...Got something to tell me?"
Shroud! Sibling: "H-huh?... Uhh, no?"
Ortho: "Shroud! Sibling, my scans detected you sweating despite Nii-chan's air-conditioned room. You are also fidgeting the game console."
Shroud! Sibling: "......."
Idia: "Y-you can tell me... As long as it doesn't involve me going outside!"
Ortho: *Sigh* "Nii-chan..."
Shroud! Sibling: "........"
Idia: ".........."
Shroud! Sibling: "........."
Idia: ".......Gay?"
Shroud! Sibling: ".......Gay."
Idia: "Oh, okay..."
Shroud! Sibling: "......."
Ortho: "?"
Idia: "W-wait a sec! Gay for whom?"
Shroud! Sibling: "Kalim-"
Idia: "OH GREAT SEVENS NO!
Ortho: "Yay! Congratulations, Shroud! Siblings! I hope you two can be together for a very long time!"
Idia: "WHYYYY?! WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN TO ME?! WHY HIM?! WHYYYYYYYYY?!!"
Shroud! Sibling: "Umm, Nii-chan?"
Idia: "SHROUD! SIBLING, ARE YOU TRYING TO GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK?! LIKE, WHYYY?! HOW IN TWISTED WONDERLAND CAN YOU STAND HIS EXTROVERTEDNESS?!"
Ortho: "Ignore him, Shroud! Sibling ☺️. We're very happy for you!"
Idia: "NO, I'M NOT 😭!!"
Ortho: "Yes, you are 😠!!"
Shroud! Sibling: "Okaaay... Should I just, uh, leave you two to completely digest this?"
Ortho: "There's no need for that. It became obvious when Kalim-san's around you. His cheeks reddening, his elevated heartbeat, dilation of pupils, etc. Plus, he seems to close the distance between you in public, which is unlike the average times he touches someone. Hugging, leaning-"
Shroud! Sibling, flustered: "O-o-okay, okay, I get it! I'm just gonna go tell Kalim. He's pretty convinced that he did a great job at concealing our relationship..."
Idia: "TELL HIM TO BREAK UP WITH YOU!"
Ortho: "Nii-chan 😡!"
Idia: "HOW DID JAMIL EVEN APPROVE OF THIS? WAS HE EVEN SOBER?!"
Shroud! Sibling: "Jamil already knows and he doesn't really care as long as I keep Kalim safe."
summery: 3 times Sherlock lied about being your boyfriend and the time he made it real
warnings: i think none but there are spoilers on the show if you haven't watched it yet
genre: fluff
p.s: i added some scenes and changed some dialogues in some parts.
number one: during 'the blind banker'
you were a detective. you went on cases with Sherlock and John. now you had to go into Eddie Van Coon's apartment.
"they are new to the apartment aren't they?" you said.
Sherlock smirked: "yes, they are"
"how are you so sure?" John asked
Sherlock points at the name on the doorbell.
"maybe they changed it." John said.
"no one would do that" you said and Sherlock rang.
"hello?" a woman's voice said some moments later
"ummm, hello miss, we are your downstairs neighbors. i don't know if you know us." Sherlock said
"uh, umm, no. we are new" the woman said.
"well, me and my girlfriend forgot our key's in our apartment" Sherlock said wrapping one arm around you and you rose an eyebrow but quickly played along.
"oh, do you want me to open the door for you?" the woman asked
"yeah, ummm, could we come from your balcony?" Sherlock asked.
"the balcony?!" the woman said surprised and Sherlock nodded.
after she left you came out of his arms.
"your girlfriend?" you asked with a raised eyebrow and John chuckled.
"oh, please. it had to be believable." he said.
"uh-huh" you said
number 2: during 'a scandal in Belgravia'
"punch me in the face" Sherlock said
"punch you?" John said
"yes, punch me in the face. didn't you hear me?"
"i always hear 'punch me in the face' when you talk but it's usually subtext" John says
"yeah" you agreed and then, without another word you punched Sherlock in the face.
"i always wanted to do that" you joke
"ouch" Sherlock says "ok..." he starts but gets cut of by another punch by John.
"you are right! i think i did too" John says chuckling making Sherlock roll his eyes.
after forcing Kate, Irene's assistant to open the door you entered the house.
"who is the beautiful lady?" Kate asked with a fake smile
"oh, i..." you started but Sherlock cut you off
"she is my girlfriend" he says
"oh" Kate's fake smile fades and she walks to the room asking you to follow.
"i literally just punched you in the face" you whispered
"i asked you to" he says and you tried to hide your smile
number three: during 'the hounds of Baskerville'(i added this scene)
"hi" Sherlock says sitting next to a random costumer at the bar.
"hello, what's the problem?" the man said
"well, me and my girlfriend are here for vacation and we heard whispers about a huge dog in this town. in the woods." he says
"we made a bet. i said there is no such a thing and he disagrees" you played along
"so, you are here more often right? we wanted to know which one of us will win" Sherlock said placing a hand around your shoulders to make it look more realistic.
"oh, oh, this is way more than a dog. it's a monster. you should believe in it." the man says and then he turns to look at you "of course i don't want to scare a pretty woman like you"
you rolled your eyes and Sherlock glared at him and left before he could finish.
"ok, thank you for your help." he says trying to act unbothered.
"wow, you don't have to be so overprotective" the man say making you smirk and Sherlock roll his eyes.
number four: the real confession
"y\n?" Sherlock says walking to the room.
"yes?"
"i wanted to ask you something" he takes a deep breath.
"ok, what is it?"
"will you....can you....oh god!"
"Sher, just say it. its okay."
"ummm.....willyoubemygirlfriend"
"i'm sorry?" you raise an eyebrow
"oh god" he takes another deep breath "look, i'm not usually this nervous about anything but this really means to me and it has been on my mind for months....will you, be my girlfriend?" he finally says
"what?" you chuckle making him look more worried than he already is "you were nervous to ask me to act like your girlfriend? i have done that a lot of time. i'm actually starting to think it is real" you joke.
"what is it this time? a serial killer or another guy with mental health issues? maybe another naked woman?" you continue
"no....i....i mean be my actual girlfriend" he corrects
"what?" now you were really confused
"you see, all this time, when i acted like you were my girlfriend or acted jealous, it was because i liked the thought of that."
he waited for you to answer but when you didn't he continued.
"will you?" he said "be my girlfriend"
"this isn't a test to see how sentimental i am?" you asked half-jokingly
Sherlock chuckled "no" he said.
"then yes, Sherlock Holmes. yes, i will be your girlfriend"
Twice Interactive Story Part 26 Breakfast (Mina, Dahyun, Chaeyoung, Feat. Jihyo)
You are so hungry that you just randomly find a fast food shop to make yourself full. You look at your watch and it's around 10 pm, you don't know how Sana's doing, but you are not gonna find her for now.
You find the living room is empty when you arrive home, you guess maybe all of them are resting already, so you back to your room for changing.
Chaeyoung is laying on your bed and playing on her phone, 'Wow, your company seems so harsh, forcing you to work until 10 on weekends, I don't understand why Dahyun eooni would like to work at your company.'
“This was a special occasion, I had some struggles with an employee, and I stopped for food. What are you doing here Chaeyoung?”
'I help you to change the bed sheet, Oppa.' Chaeyoung gets up from your bed and walks to you. 'You know it was Dahyun eooni's first-time last night, she cut away the pieces with her blood and keep it.'
'Don't worry, I keep mine one at out our house in hometown.' Chaeyoung come to hugs you. 'Oh, I can smell the shampoo, you doing something naughty today huh?'
“Just a little after-work fun.” I fall into bed after hugging Chae. “I’m just going to sleep like this. I’m too tired to change.”
'Wow, so you finally find a girl that can drain you? It's fun.' Chaeyoung comes around to kiss your forehead and then goes to your bed, cuddle with you. 'I' m sleeping here tonight, good night oppa.'
“Why can’t you sleep in your bed?” I ask while moving away slightly.
'Yah, what do you mean?' Chaeyoung cuddles with you again, 'I just wanna sleep next to you tonight, ok? Or you still mad with me about yesterday? Sorry oppa.'
“Its’s fine, but I was just curious as to why.” I begin to fall asleep.
You fall asleep soon while you have Chaeyoung in your arms.
You are awake by the middle of the night, and you see someone riding you. 'No, Mina, tomorrow is Sunday, we don't need to work.' As you haven’t fully wakeup, you thought it is Mina giving you the alarm.
'Mina' stops for a second when she hears Mina's name, but soon she starts to ride you again. You close your eyes and try to sleep again.
I roll onto my side bringing them with me. Groggily saying “I said no.“ Following that I wrap my arms around them. "Just sleep.”
'Mina' did not resist, she just peacefully sleep in your arms, and you two just sleep until the sun rises.
As you are very tired from the sex with Sana, you woke up pretty late today and it's already noon. You open your eye and find that the one in your arms isn't Chaeyoung, it's Dahyun instead, she just watches you sleeping.
"Dahyun what are you doing here?” As I look down, I notice that I’m still inside her and immediately back off. “Why was I inside you?”
'I come here to wake Oppa up, but I hear Oppa say you want me in the dream, so...' Dahyun blushes and grabs your morning boner, guiding you back to her pussy. 'I can help oppa...'
“What about the others Dahyun? What if they come in?”
'Chaeyoung knows already, and Jihyo eooni won't talk about us, so... Uh... so big, oppa.' Dahyun starts to moan as you have entered her.
'Love me, oppa.' Dahyun leans to kiss you.
I return the kiss and push deeper into her. “Let’s be quiet Dahyun.”
'I will try... Ah!' Dahyun fails instantly after you start thrusting.
'Umm... Umm...' Dahyun keeps moaning as you move, you doubt that other in the house knows what happening in the room.
I kiss Dahyun in response, “I said keep quiet.”
Dahyun bites her lips real hard to hide her moan, she even uses her hands to cover her mouth.
'Ummm...' Dahyun crosses her legs on your leg demanding you thrust faster.
It's just her second time having sex, it's really tight and you're tempted to go rougher, and her milky thigh keep rubbing your back make you even turned on.
I squeeze Dahyun’s ass cheeks, as I start to thrust faster. Planting kissing down her body I reach her nipple and start suckling on it.
'Ah ha! No, oppa!' Dahyun fails to keep her moaning again when you start sucking her nipple, her body jerks from the sensation.
'I'm going to pee! Ah, Oppa!' Dahyun' s leg pushing you to go further as she is approaching her orgasm. Her walls becoming tighter and wrapping you well, allowing you to have more pleasure.
I continue sucking on her tits and start to thrust faster. “Cum for me Dahyun.”
'Ah! Oppa! I love you...' Dahyun arcs her back and hugs you tighter when she orgasms. Her nectars splashing on your tip, her walls pressing on your shaft.
'Pull out... Oppa... We will have child...' Dahyun moans weakly as you keep thrusting throughout her orgasm, but her legs still crossing on your back.
“You have to let me go Dahyun.” I say while trying to unhook her legs.
Although Dahyun tells you to pull out, her legs still lock you tightly. You are on the edge of orgasm already while you trying to remove her legs.
'Pull out... Oppa.' Dahyun can feels your cock throbbing and she finally frees you a bit but her legs are still hooking you.
I unhook Dahyun’s legs and pull out enough to cover Dahyun’s stomach in cum. I kiss her and say, “Dahyun you made that a lot harder than it had to be.”
Dahyun returns your kiss and hugs you tightly again, 'Sorry, Oppa. I know I can't let you cum inside, but it's just feel so good to have you in me.'
'I am sorry I can't keep quiet, oppa.' Dahyun blushes. 'Chaeyoung must be laughing at me.'
“She definitely is.” I respond while moving to sit. “We said we would spend the day together. Go take a shower, I’ll go after you. Then we can go out.”
Dahyun kisses you one more time before leaving for a bath, you can hear Chaeyoung's laughter when she opens the door. You wait for a few minutes later to take your bath.
When you step out, the girls in the living room are watching you, Chaeyoung is smirking, 'I guess you have finished your breakfast, Oppa?', Jihyo just smiles and shakes her head. Unexpectedly, Mina is also here, you can feel she is glazing at you and then turns her head around.
“Hello, Mina. How are you doing?” I ask without pausing.
Mina ignores you and just focuses on her food. Jihyo sees your embarrassment, so she says ‘Um yeah, I invite Mina to come to have some fun on cook with me as you guys are going out later, I hope you don't mind, Y/N.'
'Of course, Oppa would not mind.' Chaeyoung answers. 'Mina eooni, you are really beautiful. Do you have a boyfriend?'
Mina blushes as she hear Chaeyoung's compliments, 'No, I am not that pretty, but thanks Chaeyoung.'
“Well, it’s nice to see you making friends, Jihyo. I’m not mad. Just make sure to tell me or clean up beforehand. It’d be bad manners to have them come into a mess.”
'Yeah, no worry, Y/N. We will make sure to clean the kitchen afterwards.' Jihyo says.
You then head to the bathroom for a shower and get ready to go out with the sisters.
'Damn, Mina eooni is so hot, I wanna sleep with her, you won't mind, right?' Chaeyoung whispers to you when no one noticed. 'After I sleep with her, I can help you to get her too, deal? She's your secretary, so I gonna ask you first.'
You can imagine the scene of Mina and Chaeyoung having sex and even a threesome with you, it's hot.
“No Chaeyoung, me and Mina are going through a rough patch. I haven’t exactly been the best boss. I’ll consider it if you help me get her a gift so I can say sorry.”
'Wouldn't nice sex is the best present for her? From a woman, I can tell she is empty and lonely. Your cock is the most suitable present for her. Let me help you, ok?' Chaeyoung says. 'Look at her ass, wow. It's unbelievable, I just can't wait to sleep with her now.'
'What are you two talking about?' Dahyun comes and asks.
'No, we are just talking about you or me should go first tonight. You got the morning cum so I will go first.' Chaeyoung answers Dahyun playfully while Dahyun blushes when she hears what Chaeyoung says.
'I can do it... As long as Oppa is happy is fine, Oppa's fingers is good too.' Dahyun looks at you shyly.
“Chaeyoung, seriously, I’d rather get her something that shows I care about her.” I whisper.
'What? Care about me? Oppa already care about me a lot.' Dahyun seems confused about the conversation.
'Yeah yeah yeah, oppa of course care about you, he feeds you already this morning.' Chaeyoung smirks.
'Go talk with her now, we will wait for you at the car.' Chaeyoung brings Dahyun to leave then. You look at Jihyo and Mina chatting on the sofa, thinking what you should say.
“Could I talk to you for a second Mina?” I say interrupting their conversation.
Mina is still ignoring you, Jihyo knows what you want, so she excused herself, leaving you and Mina in the living room.
'So, asking Jihyo to find me come today? What do you want? I have nothing wanna say. ' Not addressing herself as 'Minari', you know she is still mad about the 'Dahyun' thing.
You sit beside her, and hold her in your arm, she resists for a while, but eventually give up when you kiss her, she rests in your hug after you break the kiss, waiting for what you gonna say.
“I’m sorry Mina. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings but I did and I what to make it up to you. Is there anything I can do for you? To make up for wronging you.”
'You know what Minari wants, can you give it to Minari then?' Mina turns her head away, looking at the window.
'All the things we go through together are still in my memory, I still remember last time you drunk as shit and you called me, I still remember you cried like a baby in my arms, I still remember the interview you hired me. Everything, I remember everything. '
“I’ll try to Mina. I promise to do my best for you.” I hug Mina. “I know Mina, you’ve really had to deal with a lot because of me. I want to be there for you like you were with me.”
Mina put a finger on your lips to stop you,' No, I don't want promises, breaking an unachievable promise would just make my heart break.'
'Let nature takes it course.' Mina leaves your arms and helps you to fix the collar on the shirt, just like a wife helping her husband before he goes to work. You look at her pretty face when she is fixing it, you remember how she treat you all the time, you can't hold on and you hug her again.
'Your sisters are waiting, Boss.'
"I know, Mina. Let’s spend next Friday night together though.”
'Let's see. Some guys already asking me out on that day.' Mina leaves when you are shocked and stand still. You don't expect she is rejecting you.
'I'm ready, Jihyo! Let's make the cake!' Mina yells at Jihyo's room to let her know she is ready.
You looking at the back of Mina, thinking can you accept Mina going out with other men?
Jihyo comes out and see Mina is smiling while you are emotionless, wondering what have happened.
I just slap myself lightly and get down to my car.
I thought this place was like... a safe space. Like a women's retreat? It's got to be a joke, right?
But... I think it is. Look. It's a seminar. It must be some comedy thing? I mean, this place would be quite the bore if everything was super serious, right?
This can't be an official program, no way.
It says... oh it's tonight. In the Diamond room. We should go!
No way, Kels! I came here to chill. To get away from shit like this.
Wait, Grace, I thought you called yourself a feminist? I thought a true feminist would have more of an open mind.
I think you and I have a very different idea of what feminist means, Kels.
Feminist: Someone who does whatever the fuck they want and doesn't let societal pressure an expectations dictate her actions. Hmmm... sounds to me like someone that would attend a comedy seminar like this for a good laugh.
Kels, you can't be serious. I mean, come on. "Life is short..." god I can't even say the rest of it. Like, it's just NOT funny. Even as a joke it's manipulative as fuck!
Girl. Chill. You remember why we came here? You said it yourself - to blow off some steam?
Yeah, Kels, like lay in the sun by the pool, meet some other girls without men everywhere hitting on us... not... It's just... Ugh...
What. What is it?
Its... just... oh my god."
Oh shit! You actually _want_ to go, don't you? I knew it!
Oh my god, Kels! No, what the fuck is wrong with you?
Life is short, that's what's wrong, Grace.
You think fucking hilarious, don't you?
No, I think I'm bored and want to have some fun. We can chill for the rest of the weekend being boring if you want. We're going.
Right, because "life is short, so suck big cocks?"
Um... Yes, dear. That's what the poster says.
Oh gosh, you are just... fuck me.
We'll have to see what the seminar is actually about before I'll do that, sweetie.
Oh my god. You're impossible.
So you'll come then?
Argh, fine! But we're getting fancy drinks at the mixer in the lobby after.
Of course. Like I wouldn't miss an opportunity to get you drunk!
So you're buying.
Ha, we'll see~
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Wow, that was... quite the seminar... What did you think, Grace?
Yeah, I mean... uh... it was...gosh I'm having trouble... words.
How did it make you feel, darling?
Umm, like... uh...
Enchanting? Maybe a little... mesmerizing?
Yeah... um...
Mm hmm... Are you still feeling a little out of it dear? You zonked out pretty early in the presentation.
Uh, yeah, I guess I was really tired.
Yes, I'm sure that was it. So.... drinks then?
Um... what? Oh, well... I uh...
Yeah?
Uh....
Grace... eyes up here.
Um, wha? Oh... oh yeah, gosh. I'm sorry...
Sweetie, are you feeling okay? You're still groggy and... your eyes look like you haven't eaten in a week!
Umm... yeah... I... oh god...
Grace dear, I think this seminar got to your head a little, hmmm? I think maybe we should skip drinks tonight, head straight to bed?
Umm, oh gosh... I'm sorry Kels, no I...
What's that dear?
I, uh.........
You're staring again, sweetie.
I...
You know something, Grace?
Whu... what?
Hmmm. I wonder...
Huh?
Life is short, isn't it?
Yes... I... oh my god...
So what are you going to do about it?
Um.... I... Su... oh... Suck... oh fuck...
That's what I thought... Eyes up, dear. Why don't we go back to my room. I have a... treat for you.
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