Talking about feelings is hard. For some of us it's easier to start with a companion who has infinite patience and zero judgment. SweetDream became that practice space for me, somewhere I could be honest without bracing for a reaction.
The emotionally intelligent chat is what makes it work. She listens, reflects, and remembers, which is genuinely good quality. Whatever it leads to, sweetdream.ai is a kind place to find your words again.
Synopsis: You're forced into your worst nightmare, a loveless marriage with an assumed psychopath. But maybe it's not all bad.
Warnings: forced marriage, age gap, mentions of murder, mentions of cults, mentions of Satan, virgin Titus, Titus is borderline stalkerish, sub! Titus, dom! reader, masturbating in front of someone, p in v! sex, unprotected sex, not much foreplay, breeding kink if you squint, kissing, marking, panty sniffing, crying from pleasure, pet names, blood
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You were fucked. You were so totally fucked.
Not only was your father marrying you off like some cattle to repay a debt, but he was marrying you off to Titus Danforth no less.
Titus Danforth, who around the high council and other members of the cult was known as a notorious psychopath. Okay well everyone in the high council was a psychopath, but there was something else about Titus.
But that night you stood in front of him, in a blood red dress. As red as the blood oath you took tying you to a man twice your age. A man you hardly knew, all so your father didn't explode. Literally.
Now he sits on the bed of his room, you stood almost as far away from him as possible as his eyes watch you. You aren't sure if he's contemplating his next move or watching to make sure you're not going to run.
"You don't have to be scared, you know." He finally speaks. You don't respond, only scoff at his statement.
"You don't." He reaffirms.
At that you turn, finally looking at him. His hands are sitting in his lap, turning into each other as if he was anxious. Your eyebrows furrow at his movements, but he doesn't notice, or at least he doesn't react.
"We both grew up with all of this, Titus, you know that isn't true. Safety is a falsehood."
"It isn't a falsehood, I can keep you safe." Another scoff.
"You can't even keep yourself safe, not really." He wants to fight your words, but he knows you are right.
He stands, moving slowly towards you. As if you would cower from him if he moved any faster.
"We don't have to do this, though." You shock him by speaking, motioning between the two of you as you do.
"Do what? Talk?"
"No, we don't have to create all this tension between us. I know that both of us didn't want this union but-"
Titus cuts you off, "I wanted this union."
Your jaw almost drops open. "What?"
"I wanted this." His voice is so monotone, almost clinical. Almost scary. "I asked for this."
"You what?"
"I suggested we wed. Your father owed us some debts and I wanted you."
You don't answer, you don't know how. So you just blink at him.
He steps closer.
"And now that I have you, we will come to an understanding."
"What understanding?" You look up at him, trying to analyze what he is thinking.
He licks his lips before speaking again, "I do not wish to force you to do anything or be something you are not. But I do have a few expectations, if not now then when you are comfortable."
"Expectations?"
"Maybe expectations is a poor choice of words. Let's say requests."
You hold back the sigh bubbling in your throat, "Okay, what are your requests?"
"I will share them all with you in time but for tonight I only have one. If you are willing." Your eyebrows raise at his words.
Titus does not let you respond, "I wish for us to have sex, I would like to know if I enjoy it."
If he would enjoy it? His choice of words is strange. It almost makes it sound as though he has never had sex before. Then you think back to the kiss at the wedding, how rough he was. How aggressive and long the whole display was. You thought it was some feral claiming thing, but now as Titus stands in front of you in the dim light of his ornate room you know the true intensity behind it. Titus Danforth is a virgin.
You do not laugh, you would never not with the reputation Titus has. Instead you form your words carefully, "You have never done it before?"
"No." That's it, just a flat out simple no.
A darkness sparks behind your eyes at his response. It is not like you wish to take Titus Danforth's virginity, but this? This is something to hold over his head.
"Alright." This quickness of your submission has Titus tilting his head at you. He knows it would never be that simple.
"But I have some requests as well then." There it is.
Titus's eyes darken as well, "Yes, Mrs. Danforth." He stands completely over you now, towering. His large body shields you from the light, encapsulating you in his darkness.
"I'm in charge tonight."
"I cannot promise that I will obey."
"I do not care. You will." Titus's Adams apple bobs. He does not speak again, only drops his head down to your level and takes your lips with his. This time the kiss is nothing like the one on the alter. It's slower, as if he is really tasting you.
When he pulls away he tries to read your face, searching for approval.
You do not give it, "Unzip my dress."
Titus listens instantly and unzips the back almost too flawlessly. He starts to push the fabric down your shoulders but you grab his hand, tutting warningly.
"I only said unzip it. Get on the bed."
He does. You saunter towards him slowly. Swaying your hips a bit more than usual, teasing him with every movement. Stopping at the edge of the bed you cock your head at him, the noticeable bulge in his pants finally catching your attention.
"Titus, honey I've barely even touched you." You talk to him as if he is a child and yet it doesn't make him angry, just want you more. What are you doing to the almighty Titus Danforth? And so easily too.
"Do you wish for me to?"
"Yes." He breathes out.
"Prove it. Touch yourself in front of me."
Again, he follows your orders all too easily. Unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down his legs eagerly along with his underwear. His member springs to life, bouncing against his stomach.
"What a shame, you have all this and never shared it with anyone." You tut at him again, running one nail down the underside of his hard cock. Titus shivers at the feeling, he swears he could finish right then and there.
"Go on." You nod your head at him. Slowly, almost tentatively, he wraps his fingers around his dick. Gripping it completely he starts to move his hand up and down his shaft. His eyes never leave yours as he continues his motions.
He swallows, hard, sucking in a breath. You are not watching him, not like that, you are watching his face as it twists slightly in pleasure. Then you reach down under your skirts and pull your panties down your thighs. The teeny tiny black lacey piece of barely there fabric that your mom insisted you wear that morning.
They dangle from your index finger as if taunting Titus. He licks his lips at the sight, but never stops working his hand on his member. You toss them at him and they land perfectly onto his chest. He grabs them and lifts them to his nose and inhales deeply. He groans.
You bite your lip, your dominant demeanor almost dropping as you watch him slip into the intoxication of your scent.
"That's enough." You stop him. Hand stops moving instantly, he's a deer in the headlights as you slap his hand away from his dick. You lift your dress up your hips and straddle him. "My turn."
He nods quickly, desperately. His hands reach out to grab your hips to help you settle on top of him. Reaching in between the two of you, you grab his cock. You run the tip across your wet core, teasing the both of you.
Then without warning you sink onto his rock hard member and he whimpers, actually whimpers at the feeling. It just urges you forward, slowly grind your hips into his.
"Do you want to see all of me?" You ask, you were still in your stuffy dress and if you were honest you would love to feel him fully in this moment.
He nods and grabs the tulle, all but ripping it from your body. Now you are left with nothing but his shirt between the two of you. His eyes lock onto your boobs. Titus reaches forward and grabs one of them carefully, kneading it.
"You can manhandle me, you know?" You say.
"I thought you were in charge?" He asks.
"I am and I want you to use me." His eyes turn black at the permission and he sits up, teeth locking onto your neck. He bites hard, you know what he wants, to mark you.
"You're that possessive?" You want to giggle, but you bite it back.
"You have no idea." He bites again in another spot, then again. This time you gasp and look down at him. And as he looks back up at you, a drop of blood falls down his lips. He smiles at you and licks his lips clean, he moans.
"I want to fuck you." He says, no he whines.
"I already gave you permission."
So he does, he fucks up into you roughly. The thrusts continue as his face stays in your neck. He groans as he enters you particularly deeply.
Titus knows he's not going to last long, but at least he wants to make you feel good before he finishes. It's as if you can sense it as well because you grab his shoulder and push him back down onto the bed. You hover your body over his, kissing him deeply while grinding your hips into his.
Your clit grinds into his pelvis adding to your pleasure, as you use your husband below you. A hand stays on his chest to hold him down. You may have given the minute to be in charge, but there was no way that was ever going to last that long.
"You gonna cum for me Titus? Huh, wanna fill me up nice?" He gulps again and moans at your words.
"Tell me how much you wanna fill me up."
"I want to fill you up with my seed. I want to cum so that you-" And he stutters on his words, hips stuttering at the same time as his orgasm overcomes him.
He fills you with rope after rope of his cum. You would've thought he had never came before in his life. It doesn't send you over your edge, but the warmth that spreads across your body as he looses himself under you is worth it. Besides you have all night right?
Finally Titus starts to come down from his high, but you are unrelenting as you continue to work his softening dick inside of you. His fingers grip your hips tightly, leaving bruises in their wake. He whines at the feeling as a tear falls down his cheek at the pleasure.
You finally slow down your movements, but do not remove him from inside of you. Instead you lean down, face to face. You grab his chin and turn his head to the side. You run your tongue up his cheek taking the salty tear with you, blinking down at him below you. All he can do is stare back at you.
Synopsis: You and Robby are neighbors, nothing more...right?
Warnings: age gap, mutual pining, use of Y/N, cursing, injury, mentions of blood, mentions of stitches
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It had been about six months since you had moved in next door to Robby. The day you moved in he had offered to help you move some boxes. You were grateful not only for the help but for the view he provided. Especially when he got sweaty in the Pittsburgh heat and lifted up the collar of his shirt to wipe off his face, a small bit of tummy showing at the bottom with the movement. You paused watching him with careful eyes, he hadn't noticed, luckily. But ever since then you had been a little obsessed with the hot, older doctor next door.
You had tried a couple of times to invite him over for dinner or coffee, even tried to invite him out once but he was always busy. Or too tired from work, at least that's what he kept telling you.
In Robby's mind he was conflicted. He tried to convince himself that it was a neighborly thing. Just you being kind. The first time you asked he almost took you up on the offer, especially when you used the excuse that it was to pay him back for helping you move. But he shook his head politely, said he was tired from a long shift, and retired inside. He regretted that. He regrets telling you no every time you ask. He regrets it even more when your face drops.
But you don't want to get involved with him. He knows it is a bad idea. He's older, not just older but old, aged, worn. You're young, full of life. Robby isn't anymore, no matter how much he tried to pretend he is. Life has worn on him, his job has worn on him. And he doesn't need to bring you into his shit. Or his crazy schedule.
But you still try, every time you see him, and every time he forces himself to say no.
That was until he couldn't anymore.
Robby had returned home less than an hour ago, he had showered and was trying to scrounge anything up to eat before he finally passed out onto his bed. That was until his doorbell rang. He sighed and moved towards the door, who was visiting this late at night? He was about to ignore the door, when something told him he needs to open it.
So he did, and there you stood. You looked nervous, one hand holding the other as you keep a towel pressed to it. Robby's eyes flick down to the towel, knowing this stance from seeing it many times at work.
"Hi, I'm sorry to bother you, Robby. I know it's late and you probably just came home from work but I, uh, had a bit of an accident." Your voice was nervous, you were close to rambling out the story of what happened when Robby grabbed your elbow gently to stop you.
"Come in." Is all he says as he turns, leading you down his entryway and into his dining room. He motions for you to sit, before disappearing down the hallway.
He returns with a small medical kit in his hands. He pulls out the other dining chair and drags it towards you. Robby sits legs, caging yours in, you swallow at his closeness. Sure, you've pictured it many times before but it was different actually experiencing it.
"Let me see." His voice is low, you almost don't hear it over your heart beating fast.
You offer your injured hand to him and let him carefully pull the towel off it. It isn't a bad cut, you know that. But it's the inbetween where it could be deep enough it could need stitches.
"Alright, not too bad, doesn't need stitches. What were you doing?" Robby asks as he gets to work cleaning the wound. You wince at the feeling and his eyes watch you, his own flashing with worry.
"I was cooking, I like my kitchen knives very sharp." You laugh, trying to make light of the situation. He doesn't laugh though and you purse your lips.
"I'm sorry again to bother you. I should've known it wasn't that bad, it just wouldn't stop bleeding and I saw your light on so." Your voice is small, tentative.
He shakes his head as if to say, 'don't worry about it'. Still focused on your wound, he finishes wrapping it up. Closing his kit, he finally looks up at you.
"Should heal up fine, I'm glad you came. It's better to make sure than it get worse. We see it a lot in the ED." The sentence is clinical, professional. Right, he doesn't feel the same about you, you almost forgot.
"Well, I figured since I had a doctor next door, I might as well take advantage of him." You shrug, even more aware of how close Robby is as he watches you. His knee bumps yours, the only sound in the room is both of your breaths. He almost smiles, almost.
"Well, I almost finished cooking, would you want to come over and eat? As a thank you for saving my life?"
"I didn't save-" He is cut off by the look on your face. As if to say, 'duh, I know that. Take the invite, idiot'.
So instead he says, "Sure." It's simple, but it's a yes. The first time Robby has let his guard down and finally said yes to you. The pure happiness on your face at his response makes Robby realize he will never be able to say no to you ever again.
Robby left late, later than he would've liked after such a long day. But you got him to finally open up to you and once he was talking he couldn't stop. You understood him and god were you sweet. So pretty and young and sweet. You made him fell young again, if that was even possible.
He didn't kiss you, didn't even hug you as you lingered at your door, saying goodbye to him. He wishes he did.
Dana watches him as he sluggishly walks into PTMC. She eyes him suspiciously as he fumbles through his hoodie pockets, looking for something. He moves down to his pants pockets as Dana slides over next to him.
"Didn't get any sleep?" She asks, still watching him search himself.
Robby lets out a quiet, "Fuck", before turning to his Charge Nurse, "I was up late."
She raises an eyebrow, clearly thinking more into the situation than she should.
"Not like that, I was uh talking to Y/N." Dana's look remains the same at his reponse.
"Your neighbor? The one you're obsessed with?" Robby is now regretting confiding in Dana about his conflicted feelings for his neighbor.
"I'm not obsessed, I'm just- Y/N?" He eyes snap up to your face as you walk into the ED.
"Hi, sorry, you must have dropped this at my place." You hand him his badge. "Figured you probably needed it."
He takes it, gratefully, smiling at you. You smile back a light blush dusting your cheeks.
"Thanks, I thought I was going to have to go all the way back home to find it. Or worse order a new one from upstairs."
Dana stays there, watching the interaction. She clears her throat, when you two stand staring at each other for a moment too long.
"Oh, uh Dana this is Y/N my neighbor. Y/N, Dana my Charge Nurse." Finally, your eyes land on Dana at the introduction, giving her a big genuine smile. The warmth of it helps the older woman understand why Robby was so conflicted.
"It's really nice to meet you, Dana, Robby told me all about you." You look back to Robby. "I should go, I'm sure you all are busy." You back away slowly, giving him time to be able to still say something else.
"Did you, uh, want to go out for a drink tonight still?" He asks, his voice betrays him, sounding way more nervous than he intended.
"Yeah of course!" Your voice laced with sunshine, the smile still wide on your face.
"Good." He smiles back, watching you as you leave.
Robby stands there staring, unaware of the crowd that has formed behind him. Not only was Dana watching the interaction, but in the short time you had visited the ED, a few people had noticed Robby's lovestruck face. So now Langdon, Whitaker, Javadi, Mel, Santos, Mohan, and even Princess and Perlah stood there watching their boss.
He turns slowly, coming face to face with the group of people, all watching him with shocked looks on their faces. Well except for Santos who just stood there smirking at him, half uncaring.
Langdon was the first to speak up, "Who's that?"
"My neighbor." Robby answers, simply.
"That is NOT just your neighbor." Santos spits out, humor on her tongue.
Robby shrugs and moves past the group, trying to avoid the situation. Frank is the only one to follow him. Trying to get more information out of him. Robby doesn't give it to him.
Synopsis: Dustin's cousin spends every summer in Hawkins aka Dustin's cousin spends every summer in Steve Harrington's bed.
Genre: smut, fluff, angst
Warnings: slow burn, mutual pining, friends with benefits, summer fling, pet names, no real mention of upside down or anything like that, Steve acting like an idiot, light bullying, drinking, cursing, making out, p in v! sex, protected sex, oral f! receiving, borderline sub! Steve
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Summer 1983
Every since Y/N could remember she has spent every summer in Hawkins, Indiana with her aunt and cousin, Dustin. When they were younger it was fun to spend time with Dustin, it was like having a little sibling to play with. But as the years went by the four year age gap, just seemed to get larger and larger. So instead, Y/N started hanging out more and more with Nancy Wheeler during the summers. Nancy was the older sister of Dustin's close friend Mike, so it just made sense for the two to get along.
Although, Nancy sometimes was a bit of a drag. Like tonight, there was a bonfire in the woods that the two had been invited to, but Nancy was refusing to go.
"Nance, please! You have to go with me!" You beg while staring in the mirror trying to figure out if your outfit was cute or not.
"You know I hate those things. Besides, they didn't even invite me, they invited you. You're the fun new plaything." Nancy replies, laying on her stomach on your bed, watching you with close eyes.
"I'm hardly new." You pause, hating that every summer it feels as though the residents of Hawkins forgets you. "They invited you too! You were there when they asked me."
"Just because I was there didn't mean they want me around." You turn around at her reply, giving her a shocked look.
"Don't give me that look, you know it's true."
"It is not true! Anyone who makes you think that obviously doesn't know you. Pleassssseeeeeee." Now you are begging, literally on your knees and begging.
Nancy laughs at your dramatics, "You go, have fun. I told Barb I'd go over to hers anyway."
"My own best friend, leaving me for her best friend. How will I survive this betrayal." You lay on the floor, whining, like she's tried to murder you.
"You're a drama queen you know that?" Nancy laughs.
You pop up, tired of your little show, "I know and you love it!"
"I do." Nancy finally looks at your outfit, "That ones cute, wear that."
You smile and offer her a quick nod of thanks. She gets off your bed, putting her things away in her bag.
"Okay, have fun, tell me all about it tomorrow." Nancy says as she walks to your door.
"I will." You wiggle your eyebrows at her suggestively.
"Gross." She says and leaves.
Maybe Nancy was right, maybe you should've went to Barb's too. Because this? This was boring. If this was how Hawkins kids partied, you were glad you didn't live here all year round.
A beer in hand, you stared into the fire, regretting not bringing a book along with you. Cursing Nancy for not coming, at least then you'd have someone to talk to. The one who had invited you, Tommy, as you had learnt his name was, not much company. His girlfriend, Carol, even worse.
So instead, you stand alone debating just leaving, when someone sidles up next to you. "Boring, right?"
You turn your head to the voice. The guy, with very nice hair, offers you a mouth closed smile. You nod your head in response.
"I-uh-" He clears his throat, "-heard you were from New York."
"I am."
"That's cool." He responds. You turn back to the fire. God, was everyone in Hawkins this boring?
"I'm Steve." He offers, for someone that looks like he'd have a lot of confidence, he's not showing any of it right now.
"Y/N."
"That's cool."
You scoff, actually scoff at his response.
"Listen, I'm sorry, I uh usually am not like this. Usually I'm way more..." He trails off.
You turn back to him now, smirking, "Way more of a man whore?"
He sucks in a breath, obviously not used to being spoken to like this.
"Personally, wouldn't put it that way. I'd say slick with the ladies but."
"Is that what they tell you?" Oh, now you are having fun. Nothing better than putting a man in his place. Especially when it seems that man has never been put in his place before.
He laughs, truly amused by your response. "They do actually."
"Oh! Lucky you!" You scoff again, "Are they telling you that or your money?" He didn't need to tell you he was well off, you could tell. The mix of the attitude and the outfit made it obvious.
He gives an unreadable look, but shakes it off. "How did you-"
You cut him off, "The outfit sort of screams country club. Not to mention the hair."
"Hey! I'm very proud of the hair!"
"You would be."
He grabs his chest in mock offense, letting out a pained noise.
"You know, no one usually talks to me like this."
"Is it refreshing?"
"Sort of, also a little ball busting but." Now, it's Steve's turn to look at the fire, a smirk decorates his face. He licks his lips before turning back to you.
"Can I get you a drink?"
You lift your beer bottle up for him to see. He nods and looks away, disappointment evident on his face.
"It's almost empty, though." You smirk at him and he smirks back, offering you his hand.
"Well then, mah lady, let me replenish it for you."
A few hours, and a few beers later, Steve and you were actually getting along. Currently the two of you were sat on two lawn chairs facing each other, laughing at some stupid story Steve was telling you.
When all of a sudden you hear someone yell "Cops", that's when you see the flashing lights. You glance at Steve and he's already standing and fishing his keys from his pocket.
"Come on, we gotta get out of here. I'll take you home."
"Are you too drunk to drive?" You ask more concerned with that than the cops.
"I only had two. Now come on." You nod and follow him, jogging to his car.
When you arrive at it, you laugh. A BMW? Of course.
"What?" He asks while trying to unlock his door.
"Just of course." He gives you a look at your response and motions for you to get inside. You do as you are told and Steve starts to drive off.
"Not your first cops at a party right?" He asks.
"That was a party?" You giggle.
He rolls his eyes at you, "Whatever."
A few minutes later, Steve is sure no one is following the two of you. He lets out a breath. You giggle again.
"What?" He asks, holding back his own smile.
"First time having cops show up to a party?" You smile teasingly at him.
"Thought you said it wasn't a party, city girl." He teases back.
You bite your lip and turn away, smiling to yourself. You can feel his eyes on you. So you turn back.
"Eyes on the road." He obeys and turns back forward, just in time to keep his car from going over the side of the road.
"Thought you said you were good to drive?"
"The amount of alcohol I had has nothing to do with that." His voice is intensely serious.
"High on something else, mr popular?"
"Yeah, you." He looks at you again, trying to gauge your reaction.
"Pull over."
"Huh?" Obviously confused by your sudden request.
"Pull over."
So he gets to a bend in the road and pulls into a small clearing.
"Thought you were a ladies man, gonna do something?"
He sucks in a breath before crashing his lips into yours. Tongues fight for dominance, as if neither of you want to give it up. You can tell Steve is struggling a bit with the lack of control, but you are reveling in it.
"Fuck." He mutters into your mouth. You smirk onto his.
"Come on, Harrington, we doing this or not?" You say before taking your shirt off revealing your lacey bra to him.
"Were fucking doing this. Get in the backseat." You bite back your laugh at his eagerness and do as you were told. He meets you there, reattaching your lips as soon as he can. He's kissing you like he has been celibate for years.
Steve only lets his lips off of yours to take his shirt off, throwing it somewhere in the car. His lips are instantly back on yours, tongue instantly back in your mouth. That's when you trail your hand down his chest to the buckle on his belt. You play with it for a second before travelling lower and palming his hard on through his pants.
He grunts at the feeling, somehow unexpecting it. He's hard, very hard. Maybe he has been celibate. Someone who self proclaims to get this much pussy should not be this easy, right?
"You want more?" You say into his mouth. He nods breathing heavily onto your face as you continue to move your hand over his boner, squeezing it here and there.
"Use your voice, pretty boy."
He stutters, you just keep surprising him. "I want to fuck you."
"Then do it."
That's when he grabs shorts, unbuttoning them quickly before ripping them and your underwear down your thighs. Steve then pulls his own down and grabs your hips, lifting you all too easily onto his lap.
But he doesn't go inside you, not quite yet. Instead he starts kissing you again, hands still on your hips moving you back and forth on his lower stomach. The friction on your clit has your pussy clenching, needing him. Okay, maybe you were wrong, maybe he has down this before.
"You want more?" He smirks at your fucked out face, using your own words against you.
"Fuck you."
"That's the plan, baby doll."
So instead of giving him the win, you grab his dick, stroking it slowly. You lean down as much as you can with the position you are in, letting a bit a saliva past your lips to drip down onto his cock. He watches you like a man possessed. He gulps.
"You're so fucking hot." He says breathlessly as you continue to stroke his throbbing erection. His chest heaves in time with your motions, obviously coming undone quickly.
You eyes bore into his, foreheads against each other so you can feel his breaths fanning your face. Suddenly, he jerks forward, the stimulation becoming a bit much.
He grabs your wrist, "Wait." You give him a questioning look. "Just-just want to be inside you."
His hand finds the small of your back and holds you against him as he scoots forward enough to be able to reach into the back pocket of his jeans. Pulling out a condom, he flashes it at you. You raise an eyebrow.
"Is that preparedness or wishful thinking?" You can't held but tease him.
"A little of both?" He replies, before opening the condom and sliding it on.
He settles himself back into the seat and motions his head for you to join him. Confident prick.
But no matter how much of a jackass he was, god was he hot, and god did you wanna ride him in oblivion. So you let him be in control, or at least have the illusion of control as you lift your hips so he can slide his dick into your folds.
You gasp at the stretch, the feeling has you falling forward into his chest. He catches you with one hand returning to your back, the other to your hip.
"You okay, pretty girl?" Fuck, you would hate to admit it, but his words taste like honey. You nod while biting your lip, pushing yourself against his chest to regain a normal position.
Hands slide up his pecs and onto his shoulders, using the leverage to lift yourself up and down on his dick slowly. See, the illusion of control. But Steve seems to like it when you take control because he is throwing his head back at your almost agonizing pace.
You continue like this for a few moments, before Steve just cannot handle it anymore and he is grabbing your hips to pull you down onto his cock harder. You moan and he smirks at the sound.
Steve thrusts his hips up into yours, much harder and faster than you had previously been doing. But it still isn't enough, you need more, need him to let go completely.
"Steve, please." You whine out. The mixture of the feeling of your walls and the sound of your pleas has him groaning and fucking up into you even faster.
But clearly it isn't enough for Steve either because he grabs your hips and lifts you back into the position you had started making out in. Your back now against the seats so he can truly drive his dick into you.
One hand stays digging into his strong back, nails definitely leaving marks, the other is above your head keeping it from slamming into the car door above you. Your legs wrapped around him like you never want him to pull out every again.
"Fuck, you feel so good." He moans out, "'m so close."
"Me too." You moan out too.
Steve reaches down and finds your clit easily, rubbing circles into it.
"Come on baby, cum for me. Need to see you come undone on my cock."
That sentence alone could've made you orgasm, but his thumb on your clit is the nail in the coffin. As you are sent over the edge moaning and clenching onto his dick. This seems to be just what he needs because not even thirty seconds later Steve is following you to his own orgasm.
White ropes filling the condom as his hips jerk forward still, milking himself dry. His thumb never stops it's torture until both of you are sighing in relief. All that is heard in the car is both of your heavy breathing.
Then he laughs, running a hand through his hair. "Fuck that was-"
"Intense?" You finish his sentence for him.
"Yeah." It's like he snaps back into reality and realizes the position the two of you are still in.
"Oh, I should probably let you up." He slowly pulls his now flaccid dick from inside of you as to not hurt either of you. He then pulls his jeans back up and buttons them, but does do his belt up. He sits next to you letting you slowly get up at your own pace.
You find your shorts and shirt and redress yourself. The air in the car is almost awkward. You glance at Steve and he is watching you intently.
"What?" You say with a laugh.
"Nothing, you're just hot."
You slap his chest playfully, "Whatever." He grabs your wrist and uses it to pull you down onto him, kissing you chastely.
"Please tell me that isn't the only time I get to do that." He says looking into your eyes with an innocence you'd never thought you'd see in someone like Steve.
"You have all summer, Harrington."
"Good."
Summer 1984
Last summer went by in a blur of stolen kisses and nights with Steve. Both of you agreed to keep it casual since you'd be leaving in just a few months. You never even told Nancy of your escapades.
So when you came back to Hawkins the next summer picture your shock when you found out Nancy and Steve had been dating and for a while now. Never on any of the phone calls with Nancy had she mentioned dating anyone, let alone her school's so called heartthrob.
Never in the world would you have pictured Steve and Nancy together. Something about it was just so unexpected. Nancy was quiet and reserved, at least in school. And Steve? He was the total opposite. I guess that's what they say though, opposites attract.
You weren't sure why it hurt you so much to learn that they were together. It's not like Steve and you were exclusive by any means, quite the opposite actually. But it still hurt that out of everyone in town, he went after your closest friend.
See, not only did you and Steve hookup all last summer, you also opened up to each other. Steve knew things about you that not even Nancy knew.
It wasn't Nancy's fault not at all. But you did find yourself putting some distance between the two of you that summer. Not on purpose but it just hurt to see her. To see her with him, and god was she always with him. It's like she forgot about you too. So instead, that summer you spent a lot of time with Dustin like the good old days.
Today you were out with Steve in town picking up some stuff for your aunt. He was running around somewhere begging you to get him some sort of snack, while you shopped for the actual list. That's when you ran into Steve. No like you actually ran into him. You had turned to see what Dustin was pointing at and bam right into a chest you knew all too well.
After he had caught you and you regained your footing. His hand reached for the back of his neck, rubbing it nervously.
"Hey."
You want to yell at him, scream at his audacity. But who are you to tell him who he can and can't date. You have no claim over this man whatsoever.
So instead, you reply, "Hey."
"Haven't seen you all summer."
"Yeah, well you're too busy dating my best friend." The tone is harsh, you know that. But still his little flinch makes your heat pang.
"Listen, I didn't mean to like her, it just sort of happened."
"Of all the girls." You stop yourself, "You know what, Harrington? It's fine. Who am I to place any judgement on you ?"
"Y/N don't be like that." He's pleading, fuck him.
"Don't-don't act like I meant anything to you. You and I were nothing. Have fun fucking Nancy, okay?" You turn and walkaway. Not wanting to give him time to respond.
He wants to call after you, run after you even. But what would you look like chasing another girl?
That was the last time you spoke to Steve Harrington that summer.
Summer 1985
It was a random night last fall when Nancy called you crying. She and Steve had broken up and she just needed you. Selfishly you reveled in her telling you the news.
As her friend, of course you were there for her. The following months Nancy called you a lot more often, talking about nothing and everything. It was nice to rekindle the friendship with her even if it was at the expense of her romantic life.
So when she told you about the mall that got built in Hawkins, you were even more excited to return that summer. Excited to spend time with Nancy again. Excited to go to the mall with her. And although you didn't like to admit it, excited to see Steve.
Nancy would kill you if you knew about your past with Steve. But no one had compared to Steve since you stopped hooking up those two summers ago.
Listen, it wasn't like you were really betraying Nancy, she said she didn't care about him anymore, even said she is starting to like someone else. But it still gave you a little bit of guilt when you thought about how she would feel if she found out.
When you arrived in Hawkins, Nancy had joined your aunt and cousin to pick you up. You squealed when you saw her giving her a huge hug.
"You have to tell me all about this new man!" She instantly blushed at your comment and you knew she was already head over heels.
A few days later the two of you finally made your way to the mall. You were so excited to see it. It was the closest you would get to being back home in this small town and it had you buzzing.
"Wow, it's nicer than I imagined!" You said as you walked through the double doors.
"It's big right?" Nancy said watching you react.
"I thought you were exaggerating at first. But wow, good job Hawkins." You nod in approval. Nancy giggles at your reaction.
"Alright come on, let's shop." She didn't have to ask you twice.
Hours later, the two of you had done a bit of damage and decided it was time to grab something to eat. So the two of you made your way to the food court, that's when you saw him. It was just a glimpse and you were so sure it was a hungry based mirage. But you stopped dead in your tracks and back tracked.
Yep, it was him in the 'Scoops Ahoy' ice cream shop, sailor hat and all. Steve Harrington. Your heart stopped, you knew you'd have to face him eventually. I mean it's a small town. But here of all places? Now? When you were with Nancy of all people.
Nancy noticed and called your name, giving you a questioning look. You instantly looked back at her and shook the shock off your face.
"Sorry I thought I saw something weird." You said as you jogged to catch up with her.
She still looked at you funny, but decided to move on, continuing towards the food court. You could see the restaurant signs ahead, smell the food, but all you could think about was Steve in that stupid hat.
"You know what Nance? I actually have to use the bathroom. You go ahead I'll find you after." She didn't question you this time just agreed and walked towards the food options.
Once she was far enough away, you spun quickly on your heel and beelined for the ice cream shop. But slowed down right as you got to the entrance of the store, not wanting to look too eager.
You walked up to the counter, Steve was turned around stocking something. A girl was sitting on the counter next to him with the same uniform on. You gave her a quick glance before focusing on Steve.
"Wow Harrington, nice get up."
He sighed, thinking it was one of his classmates making fun of him again. Then he realized who's voice it was and he stiffened. Slowly, he turned around to face you. His breath caught in his throat, it really was you.
"Y/N." Your name came out as a whisper, almost like a prayer on his tongue.
"Steve." You teased him back.
"You're back. I mean of course you're back, you come ever summer. I just-wow hi."
You laugh at his nervousness, "I'm back. The mall's nice, better than Nancy described." It felt weird bringing up Nancy to Steve and he seemed to flinch a little at her name. That was a question for another time.
"So uh 'Scoops Ahoy'?" You say when he didn't respond.
"Yeah, uh I didn't get into college so my dad made me get a job. Something about responsibility, blah, blah."
You feign a gasp, clutching your nonexistent pearls, "The great Steve Harrington working a dead end job. What has the world come to?"
His coworker behind him laughs at your joke and you give her a smile in return.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever city girl."
You hold your hands up in mock defense.
"You look cute though, I like your hat." You reach up and grab it off his head. He stills at your almost touch. You put the hat on your own head.
"What do we think? Does it suit me?" Giving him a twirl in your new accessory.
"Looks good." His tone is deep, dark.
"Alright give me a cone of your favorite, I need to get back to Nancy. Feel bad for wasting your time, might as well buy something, right?"
He nods slowly and make you a cone. Are his hands shaking? No, that's just your imagination, right?
He hands it to you as you start to get your wallet out.
"Nah, it's on me."
"Well, thank you kind sir." I tip his hat at him before returning it onto his head, leaving it lopsided on purpose.
"Anytime, mah lady." It makes you think of the first time you met. And you gulp at the memory, you know he's thinking about it too. Because his gaze is intense. He glances at your lips, but quickly returns his eyes to yours.
"See ya around mr popular." You leave the store in a rush. The heat that is igniting you becoming all too much.
Robin looks back and forth between you and Steve. She can sense the tension as well.
"What the hell was that?" She asks, when you are out of earshot.
"That was the love of my life."
The next night there is a tap at your window. At first you think it is nothing, then it happens again, and again. A quick fear washes over you and then you remember, the time two summers ago when that was your normal. Steve knocking at your window and sneaking in late at night. You sigh, pushing yourself off of the bed.
Pulling the curtain open, you make eye contact with the man himself, staring up at you with his big goofy smile. You slide the window up so you can talk to him.
"What are you doing, Harrington?"
"Climbing through your window like old times. Let me in? Please?"
You sigh again and step aside, letting the man climb through the window and into your room. The action is too familiar, it almost hurts.
"Why are you here?"
"I wanted to talk." He admits.
"Talk?"
"Yes, talk. About us. About what happened last summer. I wanted to apologize. I should've called and told you the minute I started to like Nancy."
"You don't have my number."
"See! That's the first problem, we kept it so casual that I don't even have your phone number!" He's trying to joke, but you are not in the mood. And he can see that by the deadpanned look on your face.
"Okay, I'm sorry, it's not the time for that. I just-I think I liked her because she reminded me of you."
"What?" Okay, now you were confused.
"Somehow, someway she was the closest thing I had to you. And that started to become a crush because, well Y/N I-I-" You cut him off with a hand on his chest.
"Don't. Don't say what you are about to say. Please don't say what I think you are going to say."
"But Y/N, I need to tell you."
Throwing your hands into the air in exasperation, you almost scream.
"No! Please, Steve, I-I can't. We can't. It's just too complicated it like that. We were supposed to be easy. Three months of fun and then boom done. Next summer we can have some fun again. Not-not this."
"Why are you so scared of your feelings all the time?" He says, trying to reach for you but you turn away.
Your eyes are tearing up now and you don't want him to see it.
"No, no you don't get to say that when you dated my best friend just because you missed the way I sucked your dick!"
"It was more than that." His voice is laced with sadness and it makes you choke.
"Steve, I just can't. I'm sorry. It just needs to be easy for me."
You can tell he's sad by the look in his eyes, but he doesn't want to lose you. Nothing matters unless he has you.
"Fine, I can do easy. If that's what you need." You nod slowly, still trying to choke back your tears.
"Can you please come here?" Steve begs, opening his arms to you and you instantly fall into them. Letting him support your body weight almost completely.
"I'm sorry." You mumble into his chest.
"I know, baby, I know." His hand rubs your hair soothingly.
That is how you slept that night and almost every night that summer, wrapped in Steve's arms.
Spring 1986
Only once or twice had you spent Spring Break in Hawkins, but this year you decided to. Your mom was confused on why you wanted to go so badly to Hawkins, but had noticed you talking late nights on the phone a lot more. She was glad you and Nancy had made up so she just figured you just wanted to see her that badly.
Little did she know that a certain sailor was actually the one you were calling late into the night. And it was that certain sailor, that you were so excited to see. Well, we wasn't a sailor anymore. After quitting the ice cream shop, both Robin and him moved to work a 'Family Video', a much better deal for you. Made movies nights with Steve so much more accessible.
You didn't tell Steve you were coming, wanted it to be a surprise. So when you walked into the 'Family Video' on a random Monday, his jaw dropped at the sight of you. He ran over and engulfed you in a huge hug, spinning you around a couple times. He pecked your lips a couple times as you giggled at his reaction.
"What are you doing here?" He holds your face like you are not real, examining it.
"Thought I'd surprise you and come for a week." You say simply.
"You did surprise me, a lot. Holy shit, you're here. Wait does Nancy know?"
You giggle, "Of course she does. I'm seeing her tonight."
His eyes darken, "How much time do we have?"
"I don't know? A few hours?" You say as you glance at your watch.
"Come with me." He says as he flips the open sign to say closed and locks the door. You giggle at his antics.
"What are you doing?"
"We have a hour before Robin gets here, I'm taking you into the back."
"Mr. Steve Harrington, are you trying to have your way with me?"
"Why yes, I am. Any objections?" He grabs your waist then, pulling your body into his. You can already feel his erection pressing against you.
"No sir."
"Good." He says and presses his lips into yours.
Spring Break goes too quickly and it is now your last day. Steve is currently laying on your bed facing the ceiling as you pack your bag.
"What if you just don't leave?" He is almost whining as he pleads with you.
"You know I can't do that. I have two months until graduation which means, only two and a half months before I come back."
"That's too longggggg." Another whine.
"You're a baby."
"Whatever, you like it."
You walk toward him, putting your face in his face, "I like you a lot more when you are begging me to cum."
"I can make the happen!" He pops up, grabbing your shoulders to force you onto the bed under him.
He kisses you feverishly as on had makes it down your cheek past your boobs, just grazing your nipples as it passes. The hand keeps its path, going lower and lower until his is slipping it past your shorts and into your underwear. Rubbing small circles into your clit.
You moan at the feeling, keeping your lips pressed tightly to his.
"You like that?" He asks like he doesn't already know.
You just moan in response and he smirks into the kiss, slipping his tongue past your open lips. Your tongues tangle as his fingers continue their assault on your now soaking folds. One slips even lower and pushed past your entrance inside you.
"Fuck Steve, that's it."
"There's that pretty voice." Now he's kissing down your jawline moving lower and lower to your neck. Kissing all the sensitive areas he knows you like.
Then he sucks a certain spot, leaving a mark there. The feeling of that and his fingers inside you have you twitching with pleasure.
"Baby, I gotta get my mouth on you." He says into your neck.
"Your mouth is already on me." You are gasping for air, so close to release. That's when he pulls his fingers out of you and out of your shorts.
He scoots himself down the bed, unbuttoning your shorts and sliding them down just enough to come face to face with your pussy.
"Soaking wet, just how I like you."
He doesn't give you time to make a snark comment and attaches his mouth to your clit sucking it into his mouth before weaving figure 8's on it with his tongue. His fingers return inside you quickly, fucking you with them in time with his tongue's motions. Bringing you so close once again.
"Please, Steve, fuck I'm so close."
"I know, baby, cum for me." It's what you wanted to hear but it still is annoying to be that close and then he pulls away to talk. But he returns to his ministrations as soon as he is done and you are climbing that peak once again. Steadily and quickly.
You see white as the coil in your tummy snaps. Your walls clench around his fingers as he works you through your orgasm. Not letting up until you literally have to pry him off you.
Still shaking in a bit of after shock he moves up the bed to be next to you. Holding you in his arms, while you come down from your high.
"Now I don't wanna leave."
Steve laughs, "That was the plan."
Summer 1986
Two and a half months, that's all the time that had past since you had last seen Steve. But somehow you missed him like it had been a whole year. So when you arrived in Hawkins, you were giddy, more giddy than usual. And Nancy noticed quickly.
"Alright who is he?" Nancy knew you all too well.
"Who's who?" Feigning ignorance.
"The guy who has you all excited. You're never like this. Now that I think about it, you were like this a couple months ago too."
"Nance, I'm not-"
She cute you off, "-Don't lie to me."
"Okay fine, I'm sort of seeing someone. It's not serious though." You sigh.
"Not serious? If you're this excited, I'd say its very serious."
"Nah, it's not. Just hooking up, that's all." Now you're overdoing it.
"Uh huh. Well tell me about him. Wait, is he from here? That's why you are like that!"
Fuck, Nancy, who do you have to be so smart?
"Okay, yeah he's from here. He's very sweet, very good in bed. Uh has a job and pays for everything. Can handle my attitude." You laugh.
Nancy is smiling, a real big smile. The guilt is eating you alive.
"Well who is he? Small town, I'm sure I know him."
Nancy, no.
"Yeah, you uh you know him."
"Well spit it out then! I have to know." She's gripping the steering wheel, what if the shock makes her crash?
There's no better time though, right? She's going to find out eventually. Even if you and Steve are just hooking up, Nancy is your best friend and she deserves to know.
"It's Steve." You flinch as the words slip past your lips, waiting for her response.
"I knew it! Jonathan owes me five bucks!" Nancy yells out.
"What?" Okay, now you're in shock.
"I figured it out in the spring. Every time you were missing, so was he and both of you were so happy. Jonathan told me I was crazy."
"Nancy I'm so sorry." You swallow hard.
"Why?"
"Because he's your ex. I'm your best friend I shouldn't be hooking up with your ex!"
Nancy laughs, "I don't care. I think you guys are cute actually. It's not like Steve and I were ever that serious he was always into someone else anyway."
She pauses, thinking for a second, "Wait when did you hookup the first time?"
"Remember the bonfire?" You bite you lip.
"Wait the bonfire? When we were sixteen?"
You nod.
"Holy shit. Wait, the girl he was always caught up on. That was you!"
You nod again.
"Holy shit! I don't get it though why aren't you guys together then?"
You shrug.
"Y/N?" She's trying to get it out of you, your feelings. She knows you too well to let this go.
"I'm scared, okay?" There, you said it.
"Why? He likes you, you clearly like him. Boom, done."
"No, not 'boom, done'. I just can't. We are together no more than three months a year. I live thousands of miles away, with nothing but a phone line between us! It's not that simple, Nance."
"But it is. You guys talk all the time I'm sure, has it been hard?"
"No." You admit.
"See! Easy, boom, done."
"I'm just scared he doesn't know the real me. Doesn't know what he's getting himself into." You swallow hard again, the weight of your own insecurities finally showing.
"You said he deals with your attitude?"
You nod.
"He knows the real you."
You both laugh.
Nancy convinces you that she is taking you to Steve's right now. You try to protest but know fighting Nancy Wheeler is no use. So you also don't fight her as she follows you up the drive and hides to the side of the door. You give her a look as if to question 'really' and she nods.
You knock on the door and Steve opens it with a huge smile.
"Sweetheart! I thought I wasn't going to see you until tomorrow." He pulls you into a tight hug and that's when he notices Nancy.
Steve pulls out of the hug quickly with wide eyes, looking back and forth between you and Nancy. You just nod as if to answer his suspicions.
"Nance! Hey!"
"Hi Steve, don't stop on my account. I just wanted to see."
"Wanted to see what?" He questions and you just roll your eyes.
She smiles as she answers, "If you loved her like she loves you and I was right."
And with that she walks back down the drive, gets in her car, and leaves.
"My best friend, everyone." You say sarcastically.
"Wow, that was-" He starts.
"-Yeah." You finish.
He shakes his head, before focusing back onto you. He pulls you back into the hug that was interrupted previously. Keeping you as close as he can.
"I missed you." He says into your hair.
"Me too." You reply into his chest, pausing before finally gaining the courage, "Steve, I think we should talk."
He holds you out at arms length, trying to read the look on your face. You can tell he's nervous. He hasn't said anything, so before you chicken out you just blurt it out.
"I love you, okay? There I said it!" The words are quick, almost yelled into his face.
"Fucking finally." He sighs out in relief before crashing his lips into yours.
Sugar Daddy! Harry Castillo x F! Sugar Baby! Reader
Synopsis: You promised yourself you wouldnât fall in love with your sugar daddy. Spoiler alert, you did.
Genre: smut :))))))
Warnings: kissing, pet names, use of brat/ a bit of brat taming, p in v sex, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (Iâm not sorry), sugar daddy/sugar baby dynamics, alcohol usage, sort of mentions of an age gap
Gif credits to owners!
You were spoiled, very spoiled, by one Harry Castillo. When you moved to New York you never pictured yourself becoming a sugar baby. But here you were. One very rich man wrapped around your perfectly manicured finger nail.
You had dreams, when you had first moved here. To become a journalist and pay your way. But coming from a small town you didnât realize how hard making those dreams a reality were. So instead, to pay the bills, you became a bartender.
It was a very nice bar on the upper east side. One that made you wear a vest and button down, even a little tie. The men here tipped nice especially if you flashed them a look or smile or both. Add in a little flirt and they easily fished out a one hundred dollar bill.
Needless to say with this, your small studio apartment was covered. But that was just barely. With your rent so high, there wasnât much wiggle room for the âfunâ stuff.
So when Harry Castillo became one of your regulars and eventually propositioned you to become his sugar baby, you took little convincing to say yes. It also took you little convincing to actually fall in love with him too.
To the outside world you were his girlfriend. Playing your role perfectly by going to events with him. Something for the world to see that he was taken. At home, you two were friends. Nothing more than two alike people hanging out. Except one was paying the other.
You knew this was a no strings attached gig, but that didnât stop your heart from yearning for him. The way he laughed, the way he smiled, the look he gave you after someone said something stupid at a gala. They all made your heart flutter.
It was beginning to feel like you were in way too deep. Especially right now as you two headed up to his penthouse in the elevator. Both of you had a bit too much to drink and were clinging onto each other as to not fall over.
His body heat radiated over you and you couldnât help but shift your weight feeling the burning between your legs. Harry seemed to pick up on the shift in the air and glanced down at you.
âYou okay? That wine was strong.â
âIâm fine. Just a bit hot.â You shouldnât have said that because he instantly put distance between the two of you. It was a sweet gesture, but not what you wanted.
âI didnât mean because of youâŚitâs just-â You werenât sure what you were trying to say. It wasnât like you were going to confess.
âItâs just what?â
Instead of responding, you look up at him. Thereâs no particular look that graces your face in this moment but it still seems to spark something in Harry. His hands attach to your hips and back you into the elevator wall.
âItâs just what?â He repeats himself.
His chest is pressed to yours, you can smell his expensive cologne. You take a deep breath, trying to savor the scent. Eyes lock onto his and through your lashes you can see the blush on his cheeks, from the wine you assume.
Finally you respond, âI want you.â
âSee, baby, thatâs all you had to say.â
And with that he crashes his lips onto yours. Itâs almost like he thinks this is the last thing he will ever do with the passion in his kiss. Just then the doors of the elevator open, you almost donât hear it. Harry is backing the two of you out of the doors and stumbling into the apartment, lips still connected.
He manages to direct the two of you to the couch where he drops you onto it. Heâs stripping his suit jacket off now, and ungracefully pulling off his tie. Undoing just the first button of his shirt before returning his lips to yours.
He is hovering over you, caging your body in with his. Like he is scared that if he lets you go, youâll run.
âFuckâ He almost whimpers into your lips as he catches his breath. âLetâs get this dress off of you, hm?â
You nod trying to draw his lips back into yours but just coming up short. Instead, he is pulling you back up to your feet and turning you around. Fingers slowly pulling down the zipper of your dress as he leaves open mouthed kisses on your exposed neck. He pushes your dress forward once itâs unzipped and you shove it off.
Turning back around to face him, Harry finally takes you all in. No bra and black lace panties. He looks like a man starved.
âFuck me, youâre gorgeous. Come on.â He grabs your hand and drags you down the hallway to his bedroom.
You had been in there many times before but something about this time felt so different. Just looking at the satin seats had you reeling. Images of you gripping onto them as he fucked you got you so excited.
So you grab his shoulders and push him towards the bed, willing him to sit down on the edge. You straddle him now. Flipping your hair over one shoulder you give him a knowing look before connecting your lips once again.
He groans into the kiss. Hands grip your waist, almost tight enough to leave marks and you just know he wants to take control but is enjoying you on top of him too much.
âYou wanna show me how hard you are for me?â You say in between kisses.
The only response he can give is a nod. Before he is moving his hands under your ass and lifting you off of him. This time dropping you onto the bed way nicer than he did the couch.
He finally takes his shirt off now, along with his pants, and underwear. Now he is standing in front of you in full glory. You bite your lip, you knew Harry was hot before. But I mean, now? Goddamn.
He stalks back over to you, ghosts his lips over yours before trailing kisses down your body all the way to your panties. He is now on his knees in between your legs. Mouth now ghosting kisses over your clothes core.
âDid I buy you these?â He asks, fingers dipping into the waistband.
âYes, you did.â
âHow nice of me.â He hooks his finger onto the waistband now and pulls them down with a little help from you.
âAlthough I love the packaging, I much prefer to see my food before I eat it.â
You gulp, as he attaches his mouth to your soaking wet center. He licks the length on your pussy slowly a few times, before focusing his energy onto your clit. He wastes no time working your bud at a fast pace, trying to get you close to your edge.
âHarry please.â You whine out, wanting that sweet orgasm.
âPlease what?â He loos up at you expectantly.
âYou know what I want just Harry please.â You throw your head back, as an act of desperation.
âCome on, baby, donât be a brat now. Tell me exactly what you want.â
Your head snaps down to make eye contact with him. âPlease, Harry, I want to cum.â
âGood girl.â He reattaches his tongue to your clit now. But instead of just this he starts to poke his index finger at your entrance. All the arousal that had been building throughout the night, even before the elevator, makes it easy of it to slip in.
The newly added feeling bringing you even closer to the edge. You grip one hand on his arm, probably leaving marks, as the over grabs his curls. But just as you are to reach your peak, he pulls his mouth away from you and his fingers out of you.
âAs nicely as you asked and as badly as I want to see you come undone for me, I need you to cum on my cock.â
The protest you were going to let out dies on your lips at his words and you nod in agreement.
âYouâd like that wouldnât you, my little needy girl.â
Another nod.
âWhat else would my girl like? Hm? For me to finally fuck her raw?â
Yet another nod.
âWanna use your words, brat?â
âPlease fuck me raw, sir.â
The title sends him over his edge and he pushes you into the mattress. Lips kissing yours so hard that your teeth clash, tongue trying to swallow yours whole.
He grabs your hips and lifts them slightly, just enough to position himself at your entrance. His lips leave yours so he can watch his cock entering you. Harry lets out a moan at the sight.
âThis pussy is just perfect for me. Made me for me.â
âAll yours.â
He growls at your words and snaps his hips into yours. You werenât sure if it was the tension the two of you had for the past months or the wine but you never imagined Harry would be this rough with sex. Not saying you didnât like it, it was just unexpected. You wondered if everytime would be like this. If there was even a next time.
You shake those ideas out of your head and focus on the man in front of you. Well, on top of you. He is snapping his hips into yours with a force that has to sliding up the bed. His satin sheets making it easy for you make it all the way up to the headboard.
You put your hands above your head, using the headboard to push yourself back onto Harry. He grunts at the new feeling. Grabbing your boob, he plays with your nipple.
âCome on baby, I know you canât last long. Me either, I need you to cum for me.â
Harryâs hand that isnât on your boob grips your hip hard, another gesture to make you focus on the task at hand. Not that you needed it, you were close. You were close since he first pushed past your walls.
You moan and arch your back as Harry hits that particular spot inside you. âHarry Iâm gonna-â Your words leave your lips as your orgasm washes over you. Blinding white light clouds your vision as your body jerks uncontrollably on his dick.
Pussy walls clenching onto Harryâs hard member, is just what he needs to send him over the edge. Shooting white hot ropes of cum into your awaiting cunt.
He fucks into a few more times to make sure all his spent is released. Grabbing your waist, he pulls you just slightly so he can lay beside you without having to take his now sensitive member out of you.
âWell that was-â He starts.
â-amazing.â You finish.
You both laugh. Before quieting down and looking deep into each otherâs eyes.
Biting your lip, you ask him what youâve been wondering since he had first kissed you. âSo uh what do we do now?â
He feigns ignorance, âLay here?â
âYou know what I mean.â You smack his bare chest lightly. âI mean, what are we?â
âYou were already my girlfriend so might as well make it for real.â
âIs that really your proposal?â You laugh.
âHey, itâs still better than my way of asking you out originally. Too chicken shit to do it so I made some shit up about you being my fake girlfriend. And then paying you for it.â
âWait does this mean, Iâm not longer your sugar baby?â A bit of this is out of fear, knowing that Harry made your life in New York financially possible.
âOh baby, this means youâll be even more spoiled.â
Harry grabs your face in his hands and kisses your lips. This time lovingly. That when you feel it. His member still inside of you growing hard once again.
âAgain?â You say shocked.
âHey, I may be older than you, but I still got it going on. Now let me make love to you properly.â
Guys I feel terrible for not writing in a while but I have literally had no motivation for a while now. Even writing my Christmas fic was hard. But I keep thinking about all of you and how much you mean to me so it makes me wanna write again. Not to mention all the new Pedro content coming out has got me đ¤¤đ¤¤
hi hiii @yeollie-plz! i hope you like this little slice of life from din djarin and his kar'ta. merry christmas or happy holidays! i hope you are having a great one :-) this was written for the @pedrostories 2024 secret santa gift exchange!
summary: Din Djarin, ever reluctant, comes home with some news about his destiny. You have to convince him that he can indeed take it on.
divider by @saradika-graphics <3
a/n: this fic is not explicit but i still do not wish for minors to interact. please respect my request. thank you.
You were sick with dread as you paced the living room of the small home you shared with your partner and his foundling. Grogu had been kidnapped by Moff Gideon, enraging Din and setting him off on a quest to find his boy no matter whose blood needed spilling. Could he possibly return? Would his farewell to you on the porch days ago be his last? What of the future you desperately wished for, how very much you wanted to love him into old age and watch Grogu become a man?
When you heard landing gear outside, you ran at top speed from the house and straight into your Mandalorian's arms. "Din! Oh, Maker, oh, my love," you cried, holding him tight enough that his armor dug into your flesh. He, in turn, silently dropped his head to your shoulder, embracing you fiercely and beginning to... cry? You had never known him to cry much more than a few quiet tears, and your heart dropped into your stomach. Grogu wasn't home. "No," you whispered, and his head came up.
"He is alive," came Din's thick-voiced reassurance. "With the Jedi."
Of course, you were relieved that he lived, but you still felt heartbroken that he would not be back to snuggle you, to provide so much light and love. "Oh."
"It's what was best."
"I'm sorry, my darling." You took his hand and guided him inside, taking off his boots and stripping him down to his flight suit and helmet only. As you worked, you noticed something hanging from his belt that wasn't familiar, something with an overpowering energy radiating from it. When your fingers grazed it, Din's hand reflexively shot out to stop you. "What is that, Din?" you asked, wondering what it could possibly be to make him behave as though he needed to protect you from it.
His visor dropped to the floor, avoiding your gaze. "It's nothing."
"Yeah? Then why did you grab me like it was going to bite me?"
"Because it's dangerous, ner kar'ta. Leave it be." His tone suggested something heavy, world-alteringly so, and you knew you would need to do your best not to be offended that he wasn't being forthright with you. "I'm getting rid of it as soon as possible."
Your brow furrowed, and you forced him to look back at you. "Not without telling me. Din, you are not keeping me safer by keeping secrets. Tell me what that thing is."
"We're better off without it, cyare, really!"
"Why?"
"It's the Darksaber!" he cried, exasperated, falling back into a chair. "It's nothing but a burden! I can't deal with it!"
His panic didn't make sense to you. The Darksaber? Sort of like those blades Jedi used? What was the big deal about a sword? "Din, what's the problem with getting a new weapon?"
"It's not the weapon that poses the problem. It's what it stands for," he explained patiently, in the tone he always took when he was teaching Mandalorian culture to you. "The one who wins the Darksaber in battle becomes leader of Mandalore."
The wind left your lungs. "You mean you're the prince of Mandalore?"
His head fell into his hands, leaving you to look at your shocked reflection in the dome of his helmet. The deep silence stretched between you for what felt like an eternity while you awaited his confirmation, and you wished you could say something that would comfort him properly, but what did you say to a man who had just lost his child and become the leader of his people in the span of ten minutes? Your heart ached for him; he had never had it easy, and now, here was this to complicate things yet further. "So... when do you have to leave?"
He looked back up, his visor tilted to the side. "Leave?"
"I assume you have to go somewhere to lead your people," you told him, frowning despite yourself. You needed to be strong for him, not tearful and mourning.
"Mesh'la, I don't have to leave. Mandalore is still abandoned. Even if I did want to be the Mand'alor, I wouldn't have anywhere particular I needed to rule from."
Though momentarily relieved, your heart sank again when you processed his meaning. "Wait, you don't want to be the Mand'alor?"
"No. I... I wouldn't properly serve my people. I wasn't made for this. Leadership isn't for me."
"Love, you lead our household."
"We lead it together," he reminded you, pulling you into his lap and holding you close for comfort. "We're a team."
You leaned into him, running your fingers along the sleek material of his flight suit. "You're right, but that doesn't mean you can't lead Mandalore. What do you mean when you say that 'leadership isn't for you?' I think you would make a great king."
You felt him shudder beneath you. "Maker, no. Just imagining myself as a king disturbs me."
"Perhaps that's why it should be you. Leaders who hunger for power are often unsatisfied when they find it and only crave more."
"Not unlike you when I shut off the lights and take you to bed." His voice practically dripped through his vocoder it was so heavy with lust.
"Din!" You smacked at his chest, savoring his chuckle, so glad you could make him laugh at this darkest of times. "You're insatiable yourself, you know."
"I do," he admitted, his arms tightening around your waist, "and you love it."
"I do," you echoed, linking your fingers with his and pressing a warm kiss to the cold beskar of his helmet. "But this isn't the time. Your future--"
"Our future."
"Do you believe your people would accept me?"
"They would not have a choice," he declared fiercely, sounding in that moment every ounce the king he could become, "but I told you already that I don't want it. I want to live a peaceful life here, with you and Gro-- with you." His head hung; he was ashamed of losing his boy, even though he did what he believed was best.
"Hey." You waited until he looked at you, keeping his visor on your eyes with your fingers beneath his chin. "He loves you, Din. He'll be back."
"He can't come back."
"I don't believe that. He'll be back. Just wait." You squeezed his hand, pressing your forehead to his. "So, what about this Darksaber? You have to be defeated in battle to give it up?"
"Yes. Which technically makes it impossible because I don't know if intentionally throwing a fight would even count, and to seek out a fight on purpose? It feels dishonorable one way or another."
You stood up and pulled another chair near so you could sit and face him, ready to take this conversation all the way to the finish line. "It would be dishonorable, which is why you need to accept your new station. You avoided the question earlier: What do you mean when you say you are not a leader?"
He shook his head. "I can't be expected to make decisions for all of my people. I'm not educated enough, I don't have the time to dedicate, and I can't even get all Mandalorians to agree to the basics. I mean, I told you about that sect I met who don't even bother to wear their helmets."
"Din, I love you, but all of that is nonsense," you insisted, holding up three fingers, each one representing one of his points. "First of all, you are plenty educated. Attending a university on Coruscant is not the be-all end-all of education. Secondly, you would absolutely have the time to dedicate. Mandalorians are pretty self-sufficient, so all it would take to unite them would be to send a quick message to all Mandalorians maybe once a week. You won't have to support them all in a village or anything. As far as getting Mandalorians to agree, do you think it truly matters, so long as you are all in agreement over some very simple principles? Perhaps the helmet thing isn't the hill you should die on, but never harming innocent people is. If a Mandalorian can't keep their hat on, no big deal, but if they kill someone without cause? They should absolutely be dar'manda for that."
"You remembered one of our words," he said quietly, seeming deeply touched that you would use Mando'a in front of him. "Perhaps you will make a suitable queen for more reasons than my love for you."
Your heart raced. "A suitable queen? Do you mean that--"
"Yes, you have convinced me. On one condition." He leaned forward and released the latches of his helmet, causing you to slap a hand over your eyes instinctually. "No, ner kar'ta. Look."
"But Din--"
"Look."
You did as he asked, and found that your breath came short. Din was incredibly handsome, with cropped wavy brown hair, a moustache and stubble along his soft-square jaw, a pronounced, aquiline nose, and the gentlest brown eyes you had ever seen in all your cycles in the galaxy. "Wow," you said, breathless and barely audible.
"That's what I said the first time I saw you." His unmodulated voice was the final nail in your coffin. "Remember how hard it was to get me to open up?"
"How could I forget?" you said, rolling your eyes, and you both laughed at the memory. "But I'm so happy you did."
"It's a lot easier now, isn't it? You convinced me to take on a kingship with a quickness. I only know that I can do this if I have you by my side, cyare. Marry me?"
It was your turn to be shocked. You knew that you were in it with him for the long haul, but you were still taken aback by his sudden marriage proposal. "Maker, yes, Din!" The both of you jumped out of your chairs and into each other's arms, both with tears of joy in your eyes and your bright future shining above you. "When, my love?"
"Now, if you'll have me. We can do the Mandalorian bonding ritual, and we're all set. If you'd like to have a more involved wedding, we can always have that at a later time."
"No, the Mandalorian ritual is perfect," you said, stepping back and taking his hands in yours. "Just tell me what to do."
"It's what to say, cyar'ika. Just repeat after me," he instructed as he ran his thumbs along the backs of your hands. You listened closely as he recited the Mandalorian wedding vows, and repeated them as clearly as you could, as you were not a Mando'a speaker. He encouraged you as you did, small nods of his head and smiles when you really nailed something. When you finished, he leaned in and kissed you softly, his smile into the kiss making you smile too. "That's it. We're wed."
"It was so simple."
"Does that disappoint you?"
"Not at all," you assured him, resting your head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat. "It's perfect. It's all I ever wanted."
"Really?" he asked, rubbing your back soothingly.
"Yes. I like our simple life, honey."
"It's about to get a bit more complicated, you know."
"I know. As long as I'm with you, I'm ready."
A short while later, it was announced to all in the Mandalorian diaspora that Din Djarin was their new Mand'alor. After a few days, a follow-up message had to be sent: that he already came with a queen, as he had received thousands of marriage proposals since the announcement. He showed every last one to you, and you enjoyed the particularly funny ones together. The first message he personally sent to Mandalorians encouraged togetherness regardless of their personal beliefs, and requested that the heads of Mandalorian clans meet him on Nevarro to discuss a new Mandalorian code of conduct. The meeting went better than either of you really expected, and the code of conduct was received with open arms by the Mandalorians. The future stretched out in front of the two of you, a promise for not only your marriage, but for Mandalorian prosperity. You took the Creed and became Mandalorian yourself at the request of your people, and Grogu returned to you when given a choice of his own. You had everything you could ever have asked for, a life with your king and adopted son on your home planet as Din ruled remotely, and Din's growing confidence in himself only made things even better.
At the center of it all was your love, and your family. The galaxy finally made sense, and it was beautiful.
A post for @itwasntimethatdidit40 for the Pedrostories Secret Santa event!
Joel Miller x F! Reader
Synopsis: Joel hates you. You hate Joel. But maybe you don't?
Genre: angst, fluff
Warnings: not really any Ellie, Christmas themes, hatred, mentions of alcohol, miscommunication
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Winter in Jackson was cozy. Fires burned and snow padded the ground. Although, Christmas had lost a bit of it's magic after the outbreak, everyone in Jackson worked hard to still bring a bit of warmth to the holiday season.
There were parties and gift exchanges. Most gifts were handmade but that meant more anyways. This year they decided to have a "Secret Santa" event and you got the worst possible option. Joel Miller.
The man was impossible. Cold, calculated, and didn't really give a damn about anyone but himself. And, maybe, his brother. Besides not knowing what to get him, you never really liked the man to begin with.
And it seemed the sentiment was equal, because anytime you were near him he'd seem to distance himself or brush you off like you didn't exist. That was the beginning of your loathing of Joel Miller. His constant obsession with pretending you weren't standing right there. Like you weren't actively trying to have a conversation with him.
Then there was the looks. The sideways looks he'd give you, then when you'd notice them he'd scoff and look away like he hadn't just been boring holes into the back of your neck.
It was irritating, so after a few months of this cat and mouse you came to the conclusion that you in fact hated Joel Miller.
So, when you drew his name from the raggedy Santa hat Tommy was excitedly holding out to you, you couldn't help but let your face drop. Out of all the people in Jackson, why him?
Tommy seemed to notice the change in your disposition, because his smile faded as well, instead his face turned into question. You wiped the disappointment off of yours and smiled up at him the best you could muster. Trying your best to brush off what you knew would be a never ending string of questions. Tommy would never be able to understand your hatred of his brother and it wasn't worth the pushing that was bound to come.
So instead, you went to Maria, convinced that she would know what to get her brother-in-law for Christmas. But as you asked Maria, she shrugged and said that she didn't know much about him either.
"He's a secretive man." Maria said simply, as she scrubbed the dishes in her sink. You sighed at her response and left soon after.
As you made your way home you contemplated what you would do. After much thought you came down with two options: observe Joel as much as you could in the next week or attempt to talk to him.
The second option obviously wasn't your favorite option and it would be a bit suspicious. Especially because for the better part of the past year, you'd been actively avoiding him as well.
So, observing him it was.
Five days past of watching Joel Miller. You didn't think he had caught on but honestly you didn't care much. You would watch him during dinner or follow him to the bar. You kept a distance and would talk to people to make it seem less obvious.
And even after all that you were still drawing a bit of a blank. That was until tonight.
You were currently standing leaning against the wall of the bar. A glass in one hand as you watched Joel sit at the bar top. He got what he always got and sat there as silent as he always did. The man was almost too routine, too boring.
You rolled your eyes and took a sip of your drink. Just as you were bringing the glass back down you noticed Joel was no longer sitting at the bar.
Your eyebrows furrowed as you glanced around a bit trying to see where he ran off too. That's when a gruff voice spoke right into your ear, "You've been following me, darlin'"
You swallowed harshly, it was Joel, standing right behind you, talking right in your ear. Even worse, he had caught onto your stalking. You turned around to face him.
"What?" You did your best to feign ignorance, but you knew you couldn't fool him.
He let out a half scoff and smirked at you. "Don't play dumb. I've noticed your little game. What's got you so interested little mouse?"
Now it was your turn to scoff, "Little mouse? Isn't it the cat that usually chases the mouse not the other way around?"
"Fine, sugar, lets say you're the cat. What's got you so curious?"
"Not you." You say simply and take another sip of your drink, turning back to scan the bar as if you were waiting for someone.
"You're not fooling anyone, you know?" Joel said directly into your ear again and stalked off. Leaving the bar completely and leaving you absolutely dumbfounded.
That was the most words Joel Miller had ever said to you.
The conversation somehow brought to light to what you were going to give Joel for Christmas. Although you still knew little to nothing about the man, you did have a bit of an evil idea for a gift. He was so convinced he was the cat, you were going to give him something that would solidify him as the mouse.
So now you were sat in your living room sewing together some leftover gray yarn into the shape of a mouse. This wasn't the most work you'd put into a gift before but it sure was more than you'd like to put in for Joel. But now you were determined to see the look on his face when he opened it.
Attaching a makeshift key ring to the knit mouse, you smiled at your handiwork. Eat it, Joel Miller, you are the mouse in this game.
When the Christmas party came around, you were getting a bit excited about your gift. You put it into a little box with some crafted paper bow to try and make it look a bit festive and left it on the gift table as discreetly as possible. You figured Joel would know quickly who his Secret Santa was but that didn't mean you still didn't want a bit of an element of surprise.
The party continued for about an hour as the rest of the off duty members of Jackson filtered in. When it seemed as if most had arrived, Tommy called into the crowd, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. Maria patted him on the shoulder in thanks and addressed the room.
You watched as Maria gave a bit of a speech about how this past year has been, but you were too distracted by watching for Joel. He had yet to arrive and you really wanted to see the look on his face when he opened his gift.
Just as Maria was finishing her speech and beginning to explain a bit about Secret Santa, Joel slithered into the room. He slipped in so quickly you almost didn't notice. But as he leaned against the wall close to the door, you scanned his appearance.
Normally he wasn't very put together but there was something different about this Joel. His shirt seemed freshly pressed and his hair was styled a bit differently than usual. He almost looked han-
You snapped yourself out of your thoughts? Were you seriously just about to think that? About Joel Miller?
Dragging your eyes back over to Maria, you tried to distract yourself from the weird thoughts you had just had, afraid you might puke if you were to dwell on them too long. Maria finishes speaking quickly and crosses the room to the present table to help hand out the gifts.
Joel was now standing near the table, you weren't sure when he had moved, but you also didn't care. He stood on the other side of the table, eyes following you as you settled into the crowd surrounding it. His hands in his pockets as he looked you up in down.
You gave him a sideways glance, but were drawn out of it by someone calling your name. It was Maria holding out a small burlap sack to you. You took it with a grateful smile and moved back into the crowd a bit. Trying to distance yourself from the people, or Joel, you weren't too sure.
So, in your secluded corner, you untied the twine around the sack and pulled out your gift. It was a piece of whittled wood in the shape off...a cat? It was definitely a cat.
Your eyes snapped up only to be met with Joel's deep brown ones. He held up your knit mouse and shook it a bit, a knowing look donning his face.
You didn't do anything, just stood there in shock. Not only did Joel as have you as his giftee, he had given you almost the same gift. And it was as handmade as yours was.
Dropping the wooden cat back into its bag, you shoved the item into your pocket and made your way through the crowd. The minute you were met with the crisp winter air outside, you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.
"It's cold out here, sugar." It was Joel, right behind you again. Sneaking up on you again.
"Joel." The words were almost a whisper as they fell from your lips.
The two of you sat in silence for a second. He had saddled up next to you, no words broke the coldness in the air. No one looked at the other. Just the sound of breathing and the whistle in the wind.
Until he let out a sigh, "You really do hate me huh?"
"What?" You weren't sure what you were expecting him to say, it just wasn't that. Yes, you hated him but you never thought you'd have to explain that to someone. Especially not him. Especially when you thought it was a mutual feeling.
"You hate me, don't you?" He said matter-of-factly, like he already knew your answer.
"I-" You stumbled over your words.
"It's alright, I already figured as much." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh, Merry Christmas."
And with that he left you alone, standing there confused.
The next week, Joel was almost nowhere to be found. He barely came to eat and never came out to the bar anymore. You weren't missing him but you sure were noticing.
Half of you was nervous it had something to do with you. You never meant to hurt his feelings. No matter how much you didn't care for the man, you still didn't want him to feel hurt.
So, at the end of the week, you decided to be the bigger person and go to his house. You were both adults after all. Not everyone liked everyone and he would just have to get over that.
With a deep breath that led to a sigh, you knocked at Joel's door. And as you sat there in the cold, you almost wished he didn't answer it.
But as the door crept open and Joel came into to view, your confidence faltered a bit. His brows furrowed when he caught sight of you, obviously confused on why you were here.
You didn't give him a chance to ask and began to go through your practiced speech instead. "We are both adults. We didn't talk much before this, obviously didn't like each other but after you asked and didn't even let me answer, you've been absent. It's not like you avoiding me is anything different than before, it's just more intense this time. We are grown, we can accept the fact that we hate each other, without avoiding each other like we are some stupid high schoolers."
He gave you a minute to make sure you were done. You caught your breath, obviously saying all of that in one go. And as you gave him a look as if to finally say something, that's when he took the hint and did.
"I don't hate you."
That is not what you thought you'd hear after all that. You thought maybe he'd yell back, start some sort of argument. Or maybe even call you an idiot and slam the door in your face. But that? That was unexpected.
As if your shock was obvious, he repeated himself, "I don't hate you." This time the tone was even more serious than prior.
"What?"
He laughs this time, knowing he has to repeat himself once again.
"I don't hate you, sugar, quite the opposite actually. And I haven't been avoiding you, Tommy asked me to cover some of his shifts so I've just had a bit of a different schedule than usual."
"You-you what? Your schedule?"
He laughed at your reaction, "Yes, my schedule. Although it is very endearing you thought it had something to do with you. Trust me, darlin', if I could see that pretty face every second of the day, I would."
Now if you weren't shocked before, this would've been the frosting on the cake. You were now in a state of shock you hadn't been in since the beginning of the outbreak. Not only did Joel Miller, the center of your hatred for the better part of a year, just admitted you were alone in that hatred. But he also said you were pretty in the same sentiment.
He seemed to sense your lack of being able to form words, so he continued.
"I've never hated you. I just never knew how to handle my emotions. Didn't know how to do that even before the world went to shit, let alone now when no one can trust anyone. I never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable so I avoided you and trust me it was hard because sometimes I just to tell you everything."
"You-you never hated me. You never wanted to avoid me. I've hated you on my own? I spent all this time hating you over a miscommunication?"
"And you were standing there telling me not to act like a high schooler."
You gave him a warning look to which he held up his arms in surrender.
"I'm just saying, you could've came storming up to my door sooner and I wouldn't have complained. Although, I'm not sure I would've had the confidence to say all of what I just said." He looked down at his feet. You had never seen Joel Miller nervous before.
"So what you're saying is I should probably stop hating you and maybe have a conversation or two?"
"Something like that. It is Christmas time after all. Isn't that perfect time for new friends?"
"I guess it is. Alright Joel Miller, you get a second chance, don't waste it."
"I won't." His words were almost a whisper as if he didn't believe you agreed so easily.
You turned and walked down the steps that led to his front door. He watched you intently as you did.
But just as you crossed the icy path of his front lawn, you turned back around to look at him. Only half surprised to see him still standing there.
"You know?" You called out to him. "Maybe you were the cat all along."
A/N: And there she is! Another @pedrostories Secret Santa down in the books! So grateful to them for doing this once again this year! I haven't been writing this past year as much as I'd like to be but this gave me the inspo I needed to get myself motivated!
To my giftee, V, I hope you have an amazing holiday season and Christmas. I hope you enjoy this story! Thank you!
hiiii it's me your gifter đĽ°đĽ°đĽ° i am so excited to work on your gift! i wanted to ask you if you're ok with canon divergence. nothing crazy, but definitely taking it in a different direction than the show. same character, new circumstances! i am happy to come up with a different idea if you don't vibe with that though đ
Hi! Omg so happy to hear from you! Sorry I just now saw this! But yes I am totally ok with canon divergence! Thank you!
Synopsis: In a world where gender roles have been reestablished, Joel continues to save you.
Genre: fluff, smut, angst
Warnings: no outbreak but different outbreak?, i can't explain it, established relationship, Y/N insert, p in v sex, unprotected sex, forced marriage, kissing, mentions of alcoholism and abusive relationships, explosions, pet names, kissing, orgasm denial, breeding kink?, rough sex, spanking, hair pulling
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A/N: Once again writing from a dream I had, idk why I get such vivid dreams sometimes but its honestly so fun!
Also! I am so sorry that I haven't written something in so long, I had literally no motivation. But I hope you didn't miss me too much! And hey, I'm coming back with a bang! (literally, in a few aspects)
When the world almost ended 20 years ago, the government had to issue new laws. Laws that matched up women to men, in order to ensure the repopulation of the human race.
If you were of age, you were matched and married, the man basically owned you. It was very medieval in concept and for a lot also in practice. But for you, it brought you Joel who had slowly but surely became your whole world.
He was kind and took care of you. Nothing like the horror stories you would hear from the other women. He wanted to protect you and let you take your time to warm up to him.
When you finally admitted you liked him he was overjoyed. He had kissed you but took his time with everything else. He knew it was your first time and he wanted to make sure you felt safe and loved. Joel was good and you couldn't be more happy with who was chosen for you.
The world, although now different and strange was the world you had to live in. You had to stay home, unless accompanied by Joel. The goal to repopulate the earth after an alien race tried to take over and wiped out half the population was going well. But with less humans and more aliens taking up living here, it wasn't the safest anymore.
Everyone was assigned a job, a person to marry, and a home to live in. It was organized with the goal of integrating humans and the aliens. And it was working as well as it could be. In the beginning it was rough but after so many years people were getting used to the new world order.
There, of course, was still some rebel groups out there. Women who wanted freedom, aliens who didn't want to be a part of earth, and humans who didn't want them either. Riots would happen here and there because of these rebel groups. But you? You were safe with Joel, you knew that, and you trusted him fully.
You woke to the sun shining in through the large windows that lined your apartment. One good thing about being assigned housing was that most were very nice. Rolling over you were met with an empty bed, Joel was no where to be found. There was no sound coming from the connected bathroom, and just as you were about to get out of bed in search of him there was a crash in the kitchen.
Out of instinct you threw the seats off of you and ran into the kitchen. Only to be met with Joel bent down on the floor cleaning up a broken plate.
"Joel?" You questioned, the shock now leaving your voice and being replaced by amusement.
"Hi baby." He said sheepishly as he picked up the last few shards.
"You okay?"
"Yep, just trying to make you breakfast a failing miserably, the usual." He shrugs and throws the shards away before leaving his mess for a second to give you a kiss on the cheek.
"It's the thought the counts." You smile at him while watching while he finishes up his cleaning.
You sit at the counter, watching him intently. After he finishes cleaning he returns to the stove. You hum to yourself as you watch him. The way his back flexes as he moves his arms makes you bite your lip.
Joel turns as you basically eye fuck him, smirking as he notices the look on your face. Placing a plate in front of you, he smiles at you, and leans across the counter for a kiss. You give him one and utter a small thank you.
After a few moments of comfortable silence, Joel spoke up, "Got a lot of cleanup at work today, someone vandalized the train station." He said almost absentmindedly.
You nod in response not being able to hide the concerned look on your face.
"What?" He questions, quickly noticing.
"It's just-" You set down your fork, "-it was probably one of the rebels and I just don't want you to be put in danger."
He smiles lovingly at you, "I'm sure they won't be anywhere near it anymore, it was just some spray paint. Besides, you don't think I can protect myself?"
"No, I know you can protect yourself. But you'll just want to protect everyone else as well, then you'll get yourself in trouble."
Joel lets out a half scoff half laugh at your statement. He knows you are right, he is a protector by nature. He grabs your hand, pulling it towards him in an attempt to draw your eyes to his.
"The only person I want to protect is you. Sure, I will help the guys if they need it but my main goal is always to come home to you." Kissing your knuckles, he puts your hand down.
"Promise?"
"Promise."
It had been a few hours since Joel had left for work. You did what you did most days which included some cleaning with a lot of relaxing. As you were settling down on the couch after cleaning up the breakfast dishes, heavy knocking came from the front door.
The sound made you jump, the aggression of the pounds sent chills down your spine. You usually weren't one to open the door when Joel wasn't home but you did like to at least see who is was.
So, as another set of knocks sounded on the heavy wood door, you dragged your ice cold body towards it. Your feet felt like lead as you stood straight to see clearly out of the peep hole.
On the other side was your neighbor, Jill. Jill had always been nice to you, yet you didn't really like her husband. He was arrogant and rude to say the least. But as Jill stood on the other side of the door, you could see fear etching her face. She shook as she glanced back and forth down the hallway. It was almost like she thought someone was following her.
After a few seconds of debating what to do and watching Jill secretively, you decided that whatever was happening to her was important enough to help. Girls had to stick together, especially when your world had become what it was.
Just as Jill was about to pound on the door again, you opened it slowly revealing yourself to her. She seemed almost shocked that you had answered.
"Jill?" You questioned trying to snap her out of her trance enough for her to explain.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know what else to do." She looked at you with pleading eyes and you knew this was something serious.
"Come in, I'll get you something to drink. Maybe some tea?" You weren't sure what else to do but when you were anxious you liked a nice warm tea, maybe Jill did too. She nods at your suggestion and enters the house.
You close the door behind the two of you. Telling her to make herself comfortable while you made her tea.
When you returned to the living room with a nice cup of tea, Jill was still stood in the entrance of your apartment. Arms crossed like she was trying to protect herself.
Slowly you made your way over to her, holding out the mug to her. She took it after a beat or two of staring at it.
"Please, sit down. Take your time, you can tell me what happened." She looked up from the mug to you as you spoke and nodded tentatively, but did what you said anyway.
Silence washed over the two of you and stayed there for almost three whole minutes. You weren't sure what to do so you kept glancing around like something on walls would tell you what to do.
Suddenly she placed her mug down on the coffee table. Your head snapped towards her, you had almost forgotten why she was here. Something had clearly happened and you were curious what.
"I'm sorry for coming over here so abruptly, it's terrible of me to put you in this position." She said with a sigh.
"It's no problem. I can tell you aren't doing great so I'd like to be there for you if I can be." You offer a smile which she almost returns.
"Uh well how do I put this?" She sits and thinks for a second.
"My match...my match isn't such a good fit. He isn't a good person. Since the wedding day he has gotten drunk almost every night. He gets angry and yells and breaks things. He's just a bad person. Even not drunk he isn't a good person." You nod along to the things she's saying. you've heard of bad matches but nothing this bad.
"Well for a while I put up with it. I mean what else am I going to do? This is what had been chosen for me. He didn't always take it out on me too, he would yell at nothing or himself. But eventually it was turned towards me. Nothing I did was right and no matter how hard I worked to keep everything perfect he'd find something wrong with it." Tears are beginning to form in the corners of her eyes the longer she tells you about her husband.
All you can do is sit there and listen, unsure of how to respond. You've never seen Joel angry, let alone as angry as she is describing her husband.
After taking a moment to compose herself, Jill continues, "He would yell and call me names. Tell me how worthless I am and he would throw things, break things. He never got physical with me so I took it. I took the names, I took the insults, all of it. But I couldn't take it anymore, I tried to stand up for myself. And-and-" She chokes up not able to finish her sentence.
This is when you reach out your arm to touch her shoulder. An attempt at a reassuring gesture that just has her jumping back instead. She recovers and looks up at you with apologetic eyes. You give a small smile back.
"He hurt me, badly. I thought he wouldn't stop, it just kept happening. I think I blacked out because when I came to he was gone. I didn't know what else to do so I came over here. I think I should go to the hospital but I can't go without him. I just don't know what to do." She was fully crying now, her words almost indiscernible as she sobbed.
You offered her a tissue which she took and sobbed even more into. Unsure if you should try and comfort her again, you decided it was better to try and this time she didn't shy away. Instead she leaned into the touch and you stroked her shoulder slowly. The action seemed to calm her down remarkably and she eventually calmed down enough that you felt it was a good time to finally respond.
"I'm so sorry this happened to you. I'm so sorry we don't get choices or options. I'm so sorry we are forced to submit to insane ideals and insane people." She lets out another sob. "Listen, Joel doesn't work too far from here and if you think you are strong enough we can go to him and he can take you to the hospital. As long as we have a man with us, they should treat you."
"You mean...go out alone."
You debate what you had just suggested, I guess you had suggested going out alone but it wouldn't be too far of a journey.
"It's not too far and we aren't alone we have each other. We can wear disguises if it makes you feel better. I just want to be able to get you the help you need."
"Are you sure Joel will help me?"
You nod, "If I ask him, he will do it."
She frowns a bit at your statement, you didn't realize how perfect you were making your relationship seem after she just poured her heart out to you.
"Listen, he will help, I promise."
So, the two of you donned some hood and masks in an attempt to cover your hair and feminine features. You also gave Jill an ice pack to soothe her injuries for the time being.
"Ready?" You glanced at her trying to decipher what she was thinking. She stood there still looking very guarded. "Here, we can hold hands, make sure the other doesn't get lost." You offer your hand to her with a smile, she smiles back and takes it.
Leaving your apartment the two of you make your way to the ground floor. It wasn't often that you left the apartment but when you did it was obviously always accompanied by Joel. Something about leaving on your own felt freeing but very scary at the same time.
The train station was a short walk from your building, maybe half a block. Joel always told you exactly where he was working that day and what he was doing. You liked to hear his stories of the outside world and it made you feel safe to know he was safe.
As the two of you got closer to the bustling crowds trying to catch their trains, you felt Jill tense up next to you. You glance at her and squeeze her hand tighter. This draws her attention to you.
"Not far now, we'll be fine."
You didn't know how much you would regret this sentence because as soon as you caught sight of Joel's salt and pepper hair an explosion busted out the wall a mere hundred or so feet to the left of you.
Through the hole in the wall came a group of rebel aliens, screaming and yelling something. With how loud and close the explosion was you ears were ringing. You glanced around at the crowd who was now running around in fear. Trying to catch a glimpse of your husband in the mess, you felt a hand tug yours. Looking down you saw Jill on the ground, curled into herself. She was crying again.
You jumped into action trying to pull her up so no one stepped on her, but she wouldn't budge. "Jill please, get up we need to get somewhere safer!"
She still didn't move, you looked around desperately. Either you were going to find Joel or someone else that could help. That's when you caught a glimpse of him. There was no way he could hear you over the yells and chaos but you called his name anyway.
And it was almost like his ears were trained to hear your voice and your voice alone because not long after beginning to call out to him, he locked eyes with him. He took a double take, convincing himself it wasn't really you. Then his eyebrows furrowed realizing he wasn't imagining things and quickly pushed through the crowd towards you.
He was now stood in front of you, your face in his hands as he looked you over. "Baby what are you doing here? Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
The questions came quickly, too quickly to answer so you nodded instead.
"Joel, I'm fine. I came to get your help and then the explosion..." You trailed off not sure how to explain yourself now that you had put yourself in such danger.
"Tell me later, come on, I gotta get you out of here." He tries to drag you out but you pull him back, stopping him.
"I can't go, we need to get Jill."
"Jill? Our neighbor, Jill?" You nod and gesture to her still on the ground.
He looks confused but doesn't question it, instead he walks over to Jill.
"Jill? Can you walk?" She shakes her head no.
"Can I carry you, we really need to get somewhere safe." She takes minute and eyes him closely, trying to decide if he was trustworthy. Finally, she nods.
So he picks her up carefully and turns to you, "Hold onto my shirt and don't let go." You nod and grab ahold of the plaid shirt he was currently wearing.
That's how the three of you made your way out of the chaos. But Joel didn't stop until you were at least a block away from the danger before stopping and setting Jill carefully down onto her shaking legs.
You quickly made your way to her to help her stabilize herself and when she did you looked back at Joel. His back was turned to you and his hands were in his hair. He wasn't happy, you knew that, so you didn't speak just kept trying to calm down Jill.
Finally he turned back around, eyes filled with something you had never seen before. At least something you had never seen in Joel.
He breathed deeply, "I need to get you home." He said simply.
"Okay, but Jill needs to go to the hospital first."
"What?" The curtness of his voice had you reeling back a bit, was he angry? You had never really seen Joel angry before, not at you at least.
Joel pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to calm himself before he said something he would regret.
"We will take her to the hospital, make sure she is in safe hands, then we are going home."
"But what if she needs me?" The look on his face at your response should've had you stopping at 'but', so you just nodded.
And that's what you did. Made sure Jill was in safe hands and that her family was called to help her and you were dragged home. It was less than twenty minutes before Joel was pushing you back out the door and dragging you home.
You didn't protest but you also didn't know what to say to him. So as the two of you entered your apartment, you went to explain yourself. Instead your explanations were muffled by Joel's lips on yours. The kiss was desperate, like he was unsure you were really there. Maybe unsure you were really okay?
"Joel-" You mumble into his lips as he doesn't stop kissing yours. A grunt sounds from him as he hears you say his name.
He doesn't want to talk it seems because his lips stay on yours and his hands find the back of your thighs lifting you up into arms. You help him by jumping and wrapping your legs around his hips. Your arms find their place behind his neck.
Joel carries you through the apartment, lips never letting up. They only disconnect as he drops you onto your bed and quickly takes off his shirt. Leaning back over you his knee is placed between your legs and you gasp at how close he is, his body heat, making you feel even warmer than you already did.
"I thought I lost you." He says simply but you can see in his eyes he really means those words.
But you don't have a chance to respond because his lips are back on you. This time trailing down your jaw to your neck, only to be stopped by the fabric of your shirt. Joel lets out another grunt as he grabs the bottom of shirt and quickly whips it off of you like it had offended him.
As soon as the shirt is off of you his lips are back on your neck, now trailing to the places he really wanted to get to. Your bra is unclasped quicker than you can even process what is happening. His mouth instantly biting at the sensitive skin of your breast, biting at it only a bit before licking down to your nipple.
You gasp as his mouth latches onto the sensitive bud. You hadn't realized how turned you were until that moment. Sure you wanted this, you always wanted Joel but the danger of the day was catching up with you. Now you needed him, needed to feel protected, loved.
"Joel please, I-" Hearing you beg had him unlatching his mouth from your breast and looking up at you.
For almost the first time in an hour he finally addresses you, "What do you want baby?"
"You Joel, I need you. I-I'm sorry." The apology wasn't what he was asking for but it was what he needed to hear because as soon as those two words left your lips he was returning his attention to your chest.
He now attached himself to your other breast, giving that nipple what it had been missing. His hands worked at the button of your pants, undoing it and the zipper quickly. He shoved them down your legs with your help, lips never leaving your flushed skin.
As soon as your pants were down his hands were playing with the hem of your underwear. The thin fabric causing his touches to feel even more intense as he teased you just a bit. But he knew neither of you could wait much longer so he pushed them to the side and started stroking your clit.
Slow circles at first which had you arching your back, chest pushed even farther into his mouth as he continued to take care of both of your nipples. He stroked your clit a few more times before letting his fingers dip further down, teasing your slit.
You were wet, very wet, so they slid easily against you and you gasped. You could feel him smirk against your nipple. But this time he detached himself from it and returned his mouth to yours.
He worked a finger into you in time with your kissing. Then two, then three. They curved against your insides, you moaned into the kiss and bit down on his lip as he brushed the perfect spot inside of you.
Your head tossed back as you got closer to your peak the more he stroked you g spot. When you gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his skin enough to draw blood, he pulled his fingers out of you. Leaving you at the brink of an orgasm. You let out a whine as your head snapped back up to look at him.
"I don't like punishing you, doll, but tonight you're gonna need some discipline." You didn't argue just let your head drop slightly. He brought his down and caught your lips in his, forcing your head back up.
You didn't notice but he had unbuckled his jeans and pushed them and his underwear down just enough to let his member loose. He doesn't take your panties off either, instead he leaves them how they were when he was fingering you as his tip teases your entrance. You were still very sensitive from your denied orgasm so your hips jerked up at the contact.
He pretended not to notice and slapped his dick onto your clit, causing you to buck up once again. He pulled back, eyes searching yours. Joel had this look about him when the two of you had sex, something between dominance and love but right now it was a fire. One you hadn't seen before and it made you nervous but oh so excited. It had you gushing between your legs.
You bit your lip as his tip pushed past your entrance, sliding in easily with how wet you were, not to mention his thick fingers being there only minutes earlier.
"Always so tight." Joel grunts as he hilts himself fully inside of you. He stays like that reveling in the feeling before slowly pulling himself almost fully out of you just to snap his hips forward back into you.
He continues this and it is so aggressive that you need to grip onto his shoulders again for any form of support. He had never fucked you like this before. It had your brain fogging up with pleasure.
Your peak catches up with you quickly. You whimper, needing the release you have been waiting for. Joel notices and brings his thumb down to rub your clit a few times. Your heart swells thinking he is going to let you cum. But it is too good to be true because just as you begin to clench around him he is pulling away and out of you.
"Told you, you need to remember how to be a good girl first." The name has you swallowing a lump in your throat.
"I am Joel, please, I need you inside me." He stutters at your words, but recovers quickly, flipping you over onto your stomach.
"You don't just get to cum whenever you want, gonna have to work for it pretty girl." He kneads your ass as he speaks, clearly liking his new view.
"I'll do anything." You speak so quietly, Joel almost misses it. A dark chuckle leaves his lips.
"Want you to suck my dick so badly right now, you have no idea. But this-" His hand lands onto your round ass with a smack, "-this is too tempting right now."
Another smack and his member is returning between your legs as he pushes into you. You moan loudly at the intrusion, constantly getting more and more sensitive the more he denies you of what you need.
He thrusts in an out of you at the same speed as earlier. When his hips snap into yours, he lands a smack onto your ass. He relishes the feeling of you sucking him in each time he spanks you. The feeling causing you to clench onto his dick.
The hand not making your skin burn red is holding your hip so tightly the skin is turning white, you there will be bruises there tomorrow. Hell, at this rate you'll have all kinds of marks tomorrow.
"Want to fill you up, need to see you full of my cum." Although you knew what had gotten into Joel, you had never seen this side of him and it was almost jarring how much of a change it was. Was this the true him? Was he scared to show this side of himself? Scared you couldn't handle it? Fuck was he wrong.
"Please, I need your cum." And you decided to truly show him he was wrong. You liked this side of him and you wanted him to know that.
Joel grunted snapping his hips into yours so roughly it had you seeing stars. You could tell he was close and unsurprisingly so were you. You pushed your hips back into his and he was too far gone to deny you any longer.
"Joel, baby, please can I cum now?"
"Let go for me, I need you clench around this dick as I fill you with my seed. Want to see you all round and pregnant for me." His words send you over the edge with the orgasm you have been waiting for all night.
You clench like a vice onto his cock, the feeling sending him over his edge as well. The hand that was spanking you is sent up your spine to grip the back of your hair pulling your head back so he can attach his lips to yours.
You each moan into each other's mouths as he continues to pump you full of his seed. He works you both through your orgasms as your lips work against each other as well. Your breaths come out ragged as he finally pulls away, resting his forehead against yours.
His eyes are closed as he speaks, "Did I hurt you baby?"
"No! I uh, I actually enjoyed it very much." He laughs at your response.
"I'm glad." He pauses. "I'm sorry."
"For what?" Your brows furrow.
"For getting mad and getting rough with you, I never wanted to show you this side of me."
"Hey, look at me." He does. "I like every side of you. I should be the one apologizing right now. I got myself into danger by going against the rules."
Joel sighs and swallows the lump that was sitting in the back of his throat.
My current obsession is Edward Bluemel and the lack of stuff on the internet of him is criminal. Like I just want a cute little Guildford story is that really too much to ask for?????
Currently the man in question was on his knees, hands bunching your dress up to your hips as his tongue made quick work of your pussy. His hot breath fanned out over your soaked folds as he lapped at your center.
He kept his rhythm as he willed you to your peak, working your bud in quick circles. Both of you knew you didn't have much time. Someone could catch you at any moment and if you weren't so caught up in the moment you might have even been scared of this fact.
Benedict's tongue flicked your clit particularly hard, causing your hips to jerk forward and your hands to grip his hair, roughly. The feeling of you pulling his hair had him moaning, the vibration causing you to grip the follicles once again.
This time his hands gripped onto your thighs. Fingers pushing so deeply into your soft flesh that you were sure they were to leave bruises.
Another moan of his name egged him on, making him move his tongue inhumanly faster. Working it in figure eights in an attempt to push you over your edge, knowing how much you both needed it. And needed to return to the ball...
The library wall you were pushed against almost twenty minutes ago was now lacking some of the books that once lay on its shelves. With the aggressive kisses that had you gripping for anything that could center you and the way Benedict had lifted you up onto one of them just to be able to get even closer to you. A maid was sure to find this in the morning and question the activities that had graced this room the night prior, but you were not one to focus on the future. Not when the present was so, so distracting.
And oh so delicious. How could a tongue feel so good? How did he fell so good?
Your head tossed back as your stomach began to tighten with your impending orgasm. Just as your vision was beginning to turn fuzzy, there was voices from outside the door. Very distinct voices and footsteps coming towards the very room you two currently occupied.
Benedict's head snapped up to meet your eyes. Your orgasm long since forgotten as he quickly pulled away from between your legs. He rose to his feet pushing your dress back down as he did so. The two of you glanced around trying to think of what to do.
Right as your eyes landed on a desk a few steps to your right so did his. It was a large desk and if the two of you were determined, the both of you could fit under there without being seen.
The doorknob turned and you both rushed over to the desk, pushing your bodies under it just in time for the voices to enter the room. The two of you were confined under the desk, your back against his chest as you tried to catch your breath not wanting to give yourselves away.
The group continued to chat across the room. Your breath had finally began evening out just as Benedict leant down to whisper into your ear.
"Compromising position we've found ourselves in, Miss Y/L/N." The statement almost had you letting out a giggle.
"We've been finding ourselves in many compromising positions as of late, Mr. Bridgerton." You whispered back, this statement did have Benedict letting out a low chuckle. The sound resonating in your back, the lift of his chest making you lift forward as well.
That's when you felt it, his hardened member currently sitting very uncomfortably in his tight pants. He knew you had realized too, with how your body stiffened as it rubbed against your hip bone.
"I apologize, my dear, but with our efforts earlier and the way you are close to me now. Well, it might not go away for a minute." His head hung low, almost resting on your shoulder. His lips were dangerously close to that sweet spot between your neck and collarbone.
And as he exhaled, the cold air that ghosted your skin caused a chill to run down your spine. Your ass rubbed against Benedict's boner. His hands gripped onto your hips in warning, head snapping back up as if you could see the cold stare that was surely gracing his face.
"My love..." He warned, as if the knuckles that were now turning white with how tightly he held your body wasn't warning enough.
The voices were clear on the other side of the room so you disregarded his warnings and reached your hand behind you instead. Your hand made contact with his muscular thigh first. Opting for a light touch instead of the rough one he was still currently using on you.
But as your fingers got closer to the buttons of his breeches, all reserves that he might have had were thrown out the window. Instead his own hands were swatting yours away to aid you in undoing his pants.
This satisfied you, a smirk gracing your lips as he laced his fingers with yours and pulled your hand under the flap of his pants. The heat that radiated off of his skin felt like hot candle wax as your smooth fingertips danced along hip. You lifted up ever so slightly, to be able to get a better grip of him and Benedict almost groaned out at the lack of connection. Yet, he bit his tongue and let you get to work. Knowing that if he were to complain, even a little bit, you would stop.
He knew you too well after months of your little rendezvous to ever show his ass or have his ass handed to him instead.
So thatâs why Benedict sat on his hands and let you take control. Well, he didnât actually sit on his hands, no, those were all over you. As soon as your hand made contact with his almost painful member, his were in your hair pulling your head back for easier access to your neck.
He kissed down from your chin, across your collar bone, and so devilishly close to your breasts. As you worked his cock agonizingly slowly. Your hand gripped the base of it working up and down it slowly, teasing the tip as you reached it.
If they were anywhere else, he wouldâve asked her to go faster, begged her even. But right here, right now he almost thanked her for taking her time, or else he lose himself.
Footsteps grew even closer to your hiding spot, but you did not stop your motions. Actually, you began to pick up your pace a bit. Benedict who was surprisingly composing himself well only moments before was now forced to cover his mouth with a hand in order to stifle any sounds that might escape him.
The desk shifted slightly, someone was now leaning against it. You almost let out a gasp in shock, your hand ceased its movements. Benedictâs eyes rolled into the back of his head, not even noticing the person just above him. He was way too focused on what he thought was you teasing him. So his hands gripped onto your neck and tightened.
Something that, in normal circumstances, would egg you on. But instead it had you grabbing his wrist in warning, his grip instantly relaxed unsure if he had harmed you. In an effort to calm his nerves and warn him of your new friends, you snapped your head around to look at him. Your finger going back and forth between a shushing motion and pointing above the two of you.
He soon got the hint and nodded slowly. Although, you could tell by how his eyes darken that he didnât much care for the company.
It was shocking. A man who usually was so plagued with jealously was currently excited by the prospect of getting caught?
But as soon as the company was gained it was stalking off the other side of the room again. You wanted to groan at how long it was taking them to leave. Most people would have returned to the party by now. You shouldâve returned to the party by now. Oh, your poor mama would be so worried. Wait, BenedictâŚ
You shook the thoughts of your mama out of your head and returned them to the man under you. Decidedly, you slowly flipped yourself around to face him. You were now on your knees, ass pressed firmly into the wood of the other side of the desk.
Benedict smirked at the look of you bent over for him, hands holding the sides of your face trying to pull your lips up to his. Your obliged and kissed him. It had been much too long since his lips had been on yours. Almost forty minutes now, by your calculations. Much, much too long.
Not too long into the kiss you brought your hand back to his abused cock. He bit your lip as your fingers gathered up the precum that was beading at his tip.
You pulled your lips from his long enough to push your fingers into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around your digits, lapping up all of his essence. Your eyes gleamed at the sight.
With your fingers still in his mouth he smirked, he grabbed your wrist to slowly pull this out, kissing the tips of your fingers before returning your hand to his member. Not too soon after he returned his lips to yours.
He tried to match your rhythm on his dick with the rhythm of his lips. Moaning into your mouth every time your hand wrapped around the head of his cock.
All the teasing of the night was bringing him quickly to his orgasm. So as his hips bucked up into your hand you worked him faster to help him reach his peak.
Benedictâs hips stuttered as you detached your lips from his only to bring them down to his sensitive tip. You licked him quickly before sinking down fully, taking almost his full length inside of your mouth.
This is what sent him over the edge as you pulled your head back and sunk down once again he was coming undone inside of your waiting mouth. You swallowed down all of his seed as he thrust up into your mouth. Hands gripping your hair and pulling at it.
And just as the last shocks of his orgasm were subsiding he let his head knock back into the heavy wooden desk. Your eyes popped up to him in shock as you pulled yourself quickly off of his now spent cock.
He let out a very small whimper at the disregard for his sensitivity and looked at you. The hurt that conveyed his face for a second switched quickly to one of equal concern as he realized what had happened.
The conversation just on the other side of you two stopped in favor of looking over to your hiding place.
âWhat was that?â A voice said. More grunts of confusion came from some of the others.
You held your breath as the footsteps came closer to you once again. No, no, no this was not how the two of you were supposed to be caught. You would be ruined and forced to marry Benedict. Not that that would be a bad thing, I mean you did love him. But you wanted the proposal to come on your own time, not like this.
Just as the group was about to come around the edge of the desk, the door to the library opened once again and a servant ushered the group to an important matter. They left the room and the door closed behind them.
You took just a second before you were popping your head over the edge of the desk to check to coast was clear. âThey are gone.â You said to no one apparently because Benedict was already fully standing up and offering you his hand to help you.
When you both returned to your feet, and clothes were out back into their rightful places, you looked at the man before you. His eyes glowed in the candlelight. His dark hair somehow still perfect even though you were sure you had ruined it. And that jawlineâŚthis man was perfect.
He must have felt your eyes on him because in that moment he looked over at you and cocked an eyebrow. You only smiled and shook your head. Thatâs when he burst out laughing.
âWhat? Whatâs so funny?â You tried to question but he just continued laughing and eventually you laughed too.
The two of you laughed for what felt like five minutes before finally running out of breath. Stomachs hurting from the giggle spell.
âI love you.â He said all of a sudden, now overly serious.
âI love you. â You matched his energy as you replied.
âItâs a wonder they didnât notice this mess.â Benedict gestured to the pile of books you had knocked over when you had originally came into the room.
âProbably a good thing they didnât. Wouldnât want us getting caught.â You didnât look at him, opting for continuing to stare at the books instead.
âIf itâs with you, I wouldnât mind getting caught.â
Now you looked at him, âYouâd so easily sully my reputation?â You questioned, with a hint of jest.
He smiled, âYou know thatâs not what I meant.â
You nodded. You did know what he meant.
He cleared his throat and closed the distance between the two of you.
âWeâve been gone a while now.â He started as he brought his hands to your hips once again. âMight as well be gone even longer.â He paused again this time to bring his face closer to yours, his breath fanning out over your face.
âWhere were we?â He asked as he lifted you up onto the desk you were once hiding under.
âOh, thatâs right.â Benedict said as he brought his lips to yours.
Synopsis: Your parents aren't too happy about you dating an older man, this all comes to a head after an awkward interaction at dinner.
Genre: angst
Warnings: age gap, hella awkward, mentions of daddy kink, no smut but kind of mentions of sex?, weird family dynamics
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"They don't hate you!" You call out from the closet where you are currently trying to pick out an outfit for tonight's dinner.
"Baby, your dad threatened to kill me if I ever "hurt his little girl'." Joel answers as he appears at the doorway of the closet. Fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt.
You let out a laugh at his clumsy fingers, putting down the skirt that is your hand in favor of swatting his hands away and doing his buttons up for him. He looks down at you, love filling his eyes. The look has you blushing.
"Come on, all dad's say that when their daughter brings home a man."
"Not all dad's have to deal with their daughter bringing home a man, usually its a boy...their own age." He trails of, backing away from you now that you've finished his buttons.
"Joel..." You say softly, closing the newly made distance between the two of you.
He turns to look at you again, a new look covering his face. One you can't quite decipher. There's a beat of silence before he's opening his mouth again.
"I'm sorry, I'm just nervous."
"It's okay, I get it. They don't exactly love you." You shrug, pecking his cheek before turning back to the forgotten skirt. Waiting for him to speak, purposefully pushing him.
"Wow, thanks for the vote of confidence, sweetheart." His head cocks at you in shock, hands on his hips. A smile graces your lips.
"But I do and that's all that matters." He rolls his eyes now, crossing the room, grabbing the skirt from your hands.
"That is all that matters," A kiss and a whisper, "if you wear this skirt, we won't make it to dinner."
Turning, he leaves the room, swinging the skirt over his shoulder tauntingly.
After trying to pick your outfit for another thirty minutes and a twenty minute drive, you arrive at your parent's house. When the driveway comes into the view you are grabbing Joel's hand that was currently resting on his thigh. You squeeze it, trying to reassure him once more. He glances over at you, flipping his palm to lace his fingers in yours.
He pulls into the driveway and puts the car in park. Joel gets out of the car but you don't, you know better not to. Ever since your first date, Joel has always insisted on opening your car door for you. In the beginning you forgot and got a bit annoyed with it but now its almost second nature.
He opens your door and you slide out of the car. Joel relaces your fingers together letting you lead the two of you up to the house. When you get to the door, you are quick to knock on the door. The sooner you get in, the sooner you can also get out.
You love your parents but they aren't always the easiest to deal with. And no matter how much you hate to admit, Joel is right, they do get a bit harder to deal with when he's around.
The door swings open, your mom's face on the other side. It flips quickly into a wide smile as she realizes who is standing at her doorstep.
"You're here!" She exclaims as she pulls you into a hug. The embrace doesn't last for too long before she is pulling back and wrapping Joel in a quick one of his own. At least she is a bit more cordial with him than your father is...
"Sweetheart!" Speaking of your father he has now appeared behind your mother. He wraps you in a hug just like your mother did. But he doesn't hug Joel, only offers him a stiff handshake and a curt nod of the head. All excitement from seeing you has now dropped from his face.
"Dad." You warn carefully, unsure if he was prepared to behave himself tonight or not. He snaps his eyes to you, giving you his own warning look. It only has your furrowing your brows at his reaction. So he wasn't going to behave, got it.
But before the two of you can say anything else your mom is cutting the silence, "Come on, dinner's almost ready. Why don't you two finish setting up the table for me?" She gestures to you and Joel, both nodding in reply.
Joel lets you go ahead of him towards the dining table and as you pass him he lets his hand rest reassuringly onto your lower back. The action sends warmth through your whole body, some of the tension releasing.
When you and Joel are just about down with setting the table, your mom tasks him with opening the bottle of wine she has procured for the evening. You can hear them chatting lightly in the kitchen while you finish setting down the last few forks. It brings a smile to your face.
But that smile fades when your dad strides into the room and decides to comment on it, "What's got you smiling?"
Normally a comment like this wouldn't phase you this much but there is something in the air tonight. It seems like every little thing is putting you on edge.
"Joel's just in there with mom and they seem to be getting along." You state simply. He lets out a sigh at Joel's name. Most parents would be happy their daughter is happy, so why isn't he? Its so frustrating.
When he doesn't speak, you do it for him, "Dad, please can you not do this?"
"Do what?" It's like a warning statement, like you are testing his patience.
"What is so wrong with Joel?" Now you have abandoned the task that had just been occupying you to instead look him dead in the face, hands on your hips.
"Nothing is wrong with Joel. He seems like a good guy, he's just so much older than you and I'm scared he's..." He trails off.
You roll you eyes, "Scared he's what?" You just don't understand what the problem is.
"Scared he's tricking you into this somehow, or trying to keep you from us. I don't know I've just seen so many news stories about young girls being swayed by older men, it's scary."
"Tricking me? I don't think Joel could trick anyone if he tried. He's too good, too honest." Another sigh from your dad like he doesn't believe you, so you continue. "The only thing keeping me away from you is how you act around the man I love. I just want everyone to like each other and it's so hard when you don't even give him a chance."
"It's not that I'm not giving him a chance..." Not even he is convinced by his words because he trails off again.
"You aren't, you see his age as all he is. You don't see all he does for me. How he will stop what important thing he's doing at work to bring my lunch to me when I forget it. How he always insists on opening the door for me, even when we are late. He does so much and loves me so hard, dad." You're not sure why you are telling him so much right now or why it almost sounds like you are pleading with him but here you are.
Your speech makes him pause, taking a step back in shock. He obviously didn't know all of this and now it's taking him a minute to process it all.
"Sweetie, I'm sorry I didn't realize...I was just being overprotective."
"You could say that again." He nods, smiling at your joke but not letting himself laugh yet.
"So can you try?" You ask, wanting verbal conformation that he will.
"I will, I promise. Your mom is already warming up to him, so can I."
You almost sigh at how easy it was to get him to see your side of it but decide it isn't worth focusing on any longer. As long as the two most important men in your life start to get along better, you are happy.
Although you do add, "Also I'm not that young anymore, no man could 'sway' me." You even do air quotes around sway to prove your point. Now, he laughs, walking over to you to place a quick kiss to your forehead, a gesture of apology.
You smile reassuringly at him before returning to your task of setting the table. Only a minute later Joel and your mom are coming into the dining room, wine bottle and glasses in hand.
"Sit down! Sit down! Joel will pour us all some wine, I'll go get the chicken." She gestures wildly at all of you before bustling back into the kitchen to get the last few dishes.
The dinner is going smoothly now. Your dad is actively engaging in conversation with Joel. He asks him actually questions about his family, his work, everything.
If you didn't just chew him out your jaw would be on the floor right now. Instead you are smirking as you chew bites of your food. Only shrugging at the questioning looks Joel and your mother keep shooting at you.
You can physically see Joel's shoulders relax as the dinner progresses, making you relieved as well. But then, of course, you have to go and open your mouth a ruin it all.
With a simple, "Daddy, can you pass the salt, please?"
Obviously directed at your father, but Joel apparently forgets where he is in this exact moment. So as both of them reach for the salt, your fork clatters onto your plate in shock as your father and Joel make the worst imaginable eye contact.
Your father's eyes bore into Joel as silence descends upon the table. Your mother chokes on her wine, but no one look at her. You are too focused giving Joel a 'I'm going to kill you' look and your father a 'please don't kill him' one.
The silence in the room is so loud, that you almost open your mouth to cut through it. But as soon as the idea pops into your head it is leaving it, knowing better than to say anything or that death stare will be turned to you.
And just like that all the progress your speech had made was dashed by one little sentence. One little question.
Internally you groaned, knowing that whatever could be said would never wash the memory out of your dad's head. No amount of stuttering apologies or lackluster excuses could save Joel from the hole he had just dug himself into.
But he could at least try, right? And that's what he did, all night in fact. Turns out trying to leave early also did not work out in your favor that night.
