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Walking into the setup for the Versace photoshoot, Y/N had an unmistakable feeling of déjà vu. Although it’d been over three years since she last had modeled, the familiarity of it all came rushing back to her as soon as she stepped into the large room and took in the entire setup.
It was in a large, empty room of an old industrial building in New York, which was now used for exactly this reason. Photoshoots and private events were often held there, and the building had an aged charm to it. The rooms were huge with extremely high ceilings, exposed, worn brick, and large, oversized paned windows that allowed for plenty of natural light.
In this room in particular, people were setting up for the day’s shoot, and everything Y/N saw brought back numerous memories: a table full of cameras and lenses, tripods and lighting equipment on stands, a few chairs arranged as props, racks of clothing, and a couple of wall-sized backdrops currently in the process of being hung from the ceiling by a few guys up on ladders.
There were a couple dozen people moving about in the room preparing, and after Y/N had navigated her way towards the area that had been designated for Cillian to get ready and change clothes, she set her bag and the takeout tray of coffee she’d fetched down on the nearby table. Along with a couple of chairs, the people handling the shoot had set up a vanity table and mirror for Gareth to work his magic, and a large four-panel folding screen had been placed in the corner for Cillian to change behind. As Y/N eyed the racks of clothes that were standing next to the folding screen, she couldn’t help but smile to herself as she recalled when she’d first presented this idea to Cillian the other day while still in the green room of The Morning Show.
“Wanna be a supermodel?” she’d asked him, unable to contain the huge grin on her face or the excited amusement in her voice as she spoke.
“Huh?” Cillian had replied, looking at her with a furrowed brow of confusion.
“Do you...want to be...a supermodel?” she’d repeated herself, still smiling, speaking more slowly and pausing for emphasis between the words of her sentence.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Cillian asked, not unkindly, but with increased curiosity and a smile of his own tugging the corner of his lips as he saw how adorably excited Y/N was about whatever it was she was getting at.
“That was the junior assistant of the junior assistant of the assistant to Donatella Versace,” Y/N then said as she indicated to her phone. “You know who Donatella Versace is, right?”
Obviously, Cillian knew the name and the general fame of the fashion line, but of course, had never paid any attention to it beyond that or met anyone that had anything to do with it. Prior to his rise in popularity and him having a stylist, he bought most of his clothes from the men’s section of the local department store...and, admittedly, the occasional hoodie or pair of cargo pants from Costco. He had a few designer pieces that he’d been gifted after previous interview photoshoots or premieres, but outside of special events, he dressed himself, and almost never in designer labels.
“I know the name, yeah,” Cillian nodded. “Big fashion designer.”
Y/N nodded.
“How would you like to stick around New York for a couple more days and be the face of her new men’s line?”
In response, Cillian was still confused, but Gareth was suddenly excited enough for the both of them, and he quickly spoke up.
“Oh my God, they’re asking him to represent the new men’s line?” he said with wide eyes and an excited expression of disbelief. “Is that what you’re saying right now?!”
Grinning again, Y/N nodded.
“Yes,” she said, her eyes repeatedly looking back and forth between Cillian and Gareth. “They’re doing the photoshoot for the line here in New York in a couple of days, but Donatella still hadn’t agreed on someone to represent the men’s line. Apparently, she disliked all the suggestions her staff had given for the men you might more commonly associate with this kind of thing. But then, someone suggested you,” Y/N looked at Cillian again as she finished speaking, “and apparently, as soon as Donatella heard the idea, she was sold.”
Y/N then grinned at Cillian once more.
“She thinks you’d be perfect,” she finished.
“Holy shit!” Gareth said in excited disbelief. “Are you serious?”
Y/N just nodded, still smiling at Cillian.
“I don’t think I’m the right person for something like that,” Cillian finally spoke.
Immediately, both Y/N and Gareth frowned.
“What do you mean?” Y/N asked. “Of course you are!”
Cillian made a face and shook his head.
“You’re one of the most famous men on the planet right now, and you could make a tuxedo T-shirt look good,” Gareth cut in then. “You’re doing this!”
“No, I don’t think so,” Cillian shook his head again.
“You’re literally going to kill me, man!” Gareth said then in exasperation.
Cillian looked at Y/N again, and she held his eyes with a small smile as she spoke.
“You should do this,” she said to him.
“I’m not a model,” he said to her.
“That doesn’t matter,” Y/N said in response, shaking her head. “That’s exactly why she chose you. Her assistant said that she loved the idea of not using a model or an actor who might more traditionally come to mind for something like this. She loves that you’re so not that type.”
“What type?” Cillian said.
“An egotistical, self-assured man-diva,” Gareth interjected then, and Y/N was laughing.
“Exactly,” she nodded in amused agreement of Gareth’s statement.
Cillian couldn’t help but chuckle a laugh as well. The excitement and exasperation coming from Gareth and Y/N was hilarious, but this still wasn’t something he could see himself doing.
“I’m not a model,” he finally said again, shaking his head once more.
“You’ve done countless shoots before, had your photo taken for stuff,” Y/N tried to reason with him.
“Yeah, but that was pictures for magazine articles or interviews. If they’re looking for Zoolander, that’s not me.”
That had Y/N laughing out loud, and she stood up from the couch before replying.
“Cill, you have to do this. The whole reason they want you is because you’re just...you. And you’re gonna bring who you are to the shoot.”
“And who am I?” Cillian then asked her with a smile and a tilt of his head.
“A humble, insanely likable man with a reluctance for actually being famous, yet a natural ability to charm everyone and draw people in.”
She paused for a moment and then finished.
“Oh, and apparently, they think you’re handsome.”
She gave a joking shrug of her shoulders then, but she was still grinning big.
Laughing again, Cillian shook his head, loving how excited this was making Y/N and also enjoying her little recap of how she saw him.
“I don’t know,” he said with the last bit of resistance he had. “When do they even wanna do this?”
“Day after next,” Y/N answered. “Like I said, Donatella cut it down to the wire with all the rejections of the other men her staff had suggested. And now she’s apparently driving everyone crazy with her anxiety that you might not agree to do it.”
“So, I’m the asshole who ruined everything if I say no at this point?” Cillian gave her a smirk.
“Yes,” Y/N smiled, “but you’re not going to say no, because you’re perfect for this. So, all I have to do is call back her assistant’s assistant’s assistant and tell them the good news, and then all will be right with the world.”
With another laugh, Cillian shook his head, and between the pleading excitement on Y/N’s face and the near death glare he was getting from Gareth if he said no, Cillian was jerking his head towards Y/N's phone.
“Alright, call her back. But let the record show that I was bullied into this,” he said. “And if I can’t pull it off, you aren’t allowed to yell at me.”
Excitedly clapping her hands together a few times and smiling, Y/N then bent down and grabbed her phone.
“Yay!” she exclaimed, and Cillian was laughing again.
Now, as the people in the room were finishing setting up, Y/N was smiling to herself again, as it was so true that this whole thing was definitely not anything Cillian would ever be into on his own. However, she had absolutely no doubt that he would kill it, and as she turned around and saw him walking into the large room behind Gareth, she had to stifle a laugh as she saw Cillian’s expression when he took in all the over-the-top preparations and general vibe of the room. His reaction was adorable, considering he was around cameras all the time.
Waving to get Gareth’s attention, Y/N encouraged them to join her, and she was still smiling as they approached the area they’d set up for Cillian, Gareth setting a couple bags of stuff down on the vanity.
“There’s our supermodel,” she said with affectionate teasing as Cillian met her eyes, and he gave her a reluctant smile of his own and shook his head.
“Don’t start,” he said, but Y/N just kept smiling.
“He’s already got the supermodel attitude,” Gareth said over his shoulder in jest, and Y/N grinned as she reached down and pulled one of the coffee cups out of the takeout tray and walked up to Cillian.
“Here, you’re gonna need this,” she said as she stopped in front of him, and she held the cup out to him with a twinkle in her eye.
Smiling at her little look of mischief, Cillian looked down and took the cup from her, and he was then laughing out loud as he saw the name she’d had written on the cup.
Fabio.
“Just trying to get you in the right headspace,” she said as he looked at her again, and once more, Cillian had to stop himself from leaning forward and kissing her. What he didn’t know was that Y/N was resisting the urge to do the exact same to him.
“Well, you’re the former model,” he said to her as he then lifted the cup to his lips and took a sip. “Any advice or words of wisdom for me?”
Watching him, Y/N then grinned after she’d heard his question.
“Yeah. Don’t let them put you in heels unless you’re certain your ankles are strong enough,” she said.
At that, Cillian was laughing again, but they were then interrupted as several people assisting with the photoshoot approached them and began explaining how things were going to run.
The stylist from Versace that had arranged the racks of clothes was quickly sizing Cillian up and picking and choosing what items of clothing they would end up using, and the makeup artist was conversing with Gareth about how they’d work together on Cillian, which really didn’t need a lot of conversation, seeing as the only thing the makeup artist would be doing was making sure Cillian’s face wasn’t shiny. Gareth met Y/N’s eyes over the woman’s shoulder and made a face, but then the photographer grabbed his and Cillian’s attention as he reviewed with them how he planned on shooting that day.
He was planning on doing most of the shoot in the room, but explained that he would be taking a handful of shots outside as well. Soon, the stylist had Cillian quickly trying on a few different outerwear coats over the shirt he was currently wearing.
As Y/N was taking Cillian’s coffee cup from him and turned to set it down on the table, she suddenly heard her name being called.
“Y/N? Is that you?” came a familiar female voice.
Lifting her head, Y/N looked across the room and saw the face of Hannah, a photography assistant who she’d been friendly with back during her modeling days. Hannah had often assisted at shoots organized by the modeling agency Y/N had worked under, and the two women had always enjoyed each other’s company.
“Hannah?! Oh my God! Hi!” Y/N was quicky smiling and reaching out her arms to welcome the hug Hannah was offering as she walked across the floor and met her at the table. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m the photographer’s assistant,” she said as she pulled back from Y/N and jerked her thumb over to the photographer. “I’ve been working with him for a couple years now,” she finished.
“Oh, wow, that’s awesome! I had no idea!” Y/N replied.
“What are you doing here? Last I heard, you’d left modeling and started assisting for Krista Hendrickson,” said Hannah.
“Yeah,” Y/N nodded in confirmation, “I did. But I’ve actually been with Cillian for a while now.”
Mirroring Hannah’s previous action, Y/N pointed over her shoulder to Cillian, at which Hannah’s eyes widened.
“Holy shit!” Hannah replied with an awed smile. “Seriously? How’s that?”
“Really great,” Y/N smiled, and she looked over her shoulder again briefly at Cillian, her expression giving away her affection. “He’s amazing. Really kind and incredibly laid back. I never even really feel like I’m working. He’s so funny and chill, and I just make sure he’s where he’s supposed to be.”
As Y/N had looked over at Cillian, he’d caught her eyes and seen the look she’d given him, and as he noticed she was now speaking with someone she obviously knew and was clearly talking about him, he stepped over to join them.
“Why do I get the feeling like I’m being talked about over here?” he said as he stopped next to Y/N, and she beamed a smile at him.
“Because you are,” she replied, and then she made the introductions. “Cillian, this is Hannah. She and I know each other from when I used to model. She’s the photographer’s assistant. Hannah, this is Cillian.”
“Nice to meet you, Hannah,” Cillian said as he smiled and extended a hand to Hannah, which she shook with her own greeting.
“Nice to meet you, too,” she replied.
“I was just telling Hannah what a pain you are to work for,” Y/N said to Cillian. “Just warning her that you’re super high maintenance.”
Cillian nodded with a smile.
“That’s me,” he said as he held Y/N’s eyes, “although I doubt I’m any worse than you were.”
Cillian then turned to Hannah.
“Tell me, Hannah, how much trouble was this one when you worked together?” he smiled.
“Oh, she was a piece of work, alright,” Hannah agreed, amusedly playing into Cillian and Y/N’s teasing banter. “Talk about a diva. But lucky for her, the camera loved her so much that everyone forgot what a pain in the ass she was as soon as the bulbs started flashing.”
Grinning, Cillian then looked at Y/N again.
“I have no doubt about that,” he said, and Y/N was instantly blushing. “Too bad she’s still a pain in the ass, though.”
Laughing, Hannah watched them with amusement, and Y/N was smiling herself as she then playfully shoved Cillian back towards Gareth and the stylist.
“I think you’re needed over there, Fabio,” she said to him, and Cillian was rolling his eyes as he stepped away once more.
After that, things started being fully set in motion as the finishing touches were being put on the shoot set and backdrops, and the photographer was testing angles and lighting, Hannah assisting as she moved around and adjusted things at his instruction. Y/N was hopping around from spot to spot, alternating between seeing how she could help Cillian or Gareth, and then offering to help with anything the people running the photoshoot needed.
About a half hour had passed before the woman herself entered the room, and Y/N remained off to the side as Donatella approached Cillian and introduced herself.
The two of them chatted briefly, and it was obvious that she immediately liked what she saw when she saw Cillian. Soon, she was telling him all about her “vision” and also pointing out the items of clothes that she would love to see him in, some of which matched what the stylist had preliminarily decided upon, and some not. They then walked around the room together as Donatella continued on with her thoughts, the photographer joining them as they made final decisions about how to shoot.
“She’s something else, isn’t she?” Hannah said to Y/N under her breath, referring to Donatella as they hung back and watched.
“She definitely has a presence,” Y/N nodded with a smile, “but she seems nice; not too crazy. She’s obviously passionate about this. I never did any work for Versace.”
“I still can’t believe you don’t model anymore,” Hannah said to her then, turning to face her. “You were so amazing at it. Really natural, you know? I always loved when we’d shoot you because I knew you would embody whatever vibe we were going for. Plus, you still could put to shame any of the new girls on the scene. In fact, you look even better now that you weigh more than 15 pounds.”
“Yeah, well, that’s just not something I do anymore,” Y/N replied. “It all was just too much with the constant criticism and judgment, and I hated being treated like a bimbo.”
“A lot of that has changed now, just in these last few years,” Hannah replied then. “I mean, I always thought everyone was crazy for the criticism you all would receive — I always thought each and every one of you were flawless. But especially now, with so much of the body positivity movement and a lot of models overhauling how they used to be treated, things are really different. It’s why I’ve stuck around; I’m excited to see those changes continue, and I’m planning on branching out soon and doing photography on my own. I wanna do shoots that continue the positivity and embrace all body types.”
Raising her eyebrows, Y/N responded as she looked at Hannah.
“You’re gonna go off on your own soon? That’s so exciting!”
“Yeah,” Hannah nodded. “I actually did a shoot here the other day in one of the rooms downstairs. I still need to add one or two more shoots to my portfolio, but I already have a few jobs lined up for when I step away from this role in a couple more months. Nate has actually been really supportive and has offered to let me do shoots with his equipment,” she finished, indicating to her boss, the photographer who was preparing to do Cillian’s shoot.
“That’s awesome! I’m so happy for you!” Y/N said, giving her a hug.
“Maybe you’ll jump back on the train and do a shoot for me sometime?” Hannah said then with a smile, but Y/N shook her head and made a face.
“No, I don’t think so,” she replied.
“Never say never,” was Hannah’s response.
After that, Hannah was pulled away as Cillian’s shoot began.
Despite whatever reservations or doubts Cillian had originally had about himself doing this, they clearly were unwarranted, as he was a natural in front of the camera and actually seemed to be enjoying himself as they started to really get into it. Granted, it was true that he hadn’t ever had any photos taken like this before for strictly fashion’s sake, but regardless, he was perfect for it, and he was soon laughing and clearly having a good time, somehow able to remain himself while still embodying the vibe Donatella was after.
And, damn, did he wear the clothes; they definitely didn’t wear him. All while shooting, and with each outfit change, Y/N found it impossible to look away even for a second, as Cillian looked incomprehensibly handsome and insanely sexy in every single thing they had him put on. He also was emanating that strong yet quiet confidence he had, and every single expression and look he gave was just so...something indescribable and dangerously sexy. As Y/N watched him, she was unable to stop the countless naughty thoughts that were crossing her mind, especially when Cillian kept raking his hands through his hair as it fell in his face or the photographer told him to do so, or from the way his bare arms were highlighted in several of the shirts he put on, or, the ultimate killer, which was when a good portion of his chest was on display with a low neck shirt in one outfit and then a black V neck sweater in another. The necklines were deep enough that there was no missing the insanely sexy, masculine dusting of hair that ran across his chest, and Y/N couldn’t look away. The entire time she watched him, her mind was running on repeat of thoughts of raking and tugging her own fingers through Cillian’s hair, stroking her hands up and down his arms and squeezing his biceps, and letting her hands dive beneath the necklines of those shirts to explore along his chest and feel that sexy span of chest hair. In fact, she was in the middle of imagining grabbing the edges of the neckline and tearing that sweater off him when Gareth suddenly came up beside her and interrupted her thoughts.
“You need a bib,” he said to her quietly.
“What?” she turned to him, frowning in confusion.
“We need to get you a bib,” he repeated with a smirk. “You’re drooling.”
“Oh, shut up,” Y/N said, and she made it a point of walking away from Gareth and making a face at him as she did so.
Several times throughout the shoot, there were short pauses between photos as Cillian changed outfits or the photographer had Hannah adjust the lighting or switch out and prepare a different camera. During the little breaks, Cillian and Y/N would make their way to each other and she’d check on him, but they really were just spending little moments together, seeing as Cillian of course didn’t need anything. They were chatting and teasing each other, and Y/N was introduced to Donatella as she approached them to chat throughout the shoot as well, and she was very warm towards Y/N and still incredibly enthusiastic about Cillian doing the shoot.
“I think she likes you,” Y/N whispered to Cillian after Donatella had stepped away. “You two really seem to be hitting it off. Do you want me to get her number for you?”
“No need,” Cillian replied with a smirk and a shake of his head. “I already got it from her. We’re having dinner tonight after this,” he joked.
After they had put Cillian in all the outfits they’d chosen from the first rack of clothes, the photographer was pulling up the shots he’d taken on the monitors that were off to the side of the room. They were standing there assessing the photos, and Donatella was discussing with the photographer which ones she liked best. As Cillian noticed Y/N, Hannah, and Gareth pointing out the photos that they really liked, he was soon asking them what even had them so captivated. Sure, some of them looked good, he supposed, but at the end of the day, they were just some pictures.
“What’s the big deal?” Cillian said, standing next to Y/N, and she turned her head to look at him.
“You really are completely oblivious, aren’t you?” she asked with an affectionate smile before then turning to look at the photos again.
He either truly had no clue how handsome he was, or he just didn’t care.
“Oblivious about what?” Cillian asked, and Y/N just softly shook her head with another smile.
“Nothing,” she replied.
During another short break, Hannah had joined Y/N again to chat while Cillian was changing, and she soon asked Y/N a question that had Y/N caught off guard.
“So, how long were you working for him before it turned romantic?”
“What?” Y/N said, whipping her head up to look at Hannah and immediately feeling her pulse rise.
“How long after you started working for him did you guys get involved?” Hannah asked again.
“What do you mean? We’re not involved,” Y/N said.
“You’re not? You mean, you aren’t with him?”
“No!” Y/N said, trying to keep her voice low while still insistent. “What makes you think that?”
Hannah shrugged her shoulders.
“Well, you two seem very into each other. Based on all the looks between you two, and the closeness and the flirting, it seemed obvious,” she said, and she shrugged her shoulders again.
“We’re not involved,” Y/N repeated, shaking her head as she felt herself blush.
“Oh...well, you should be,” Hannah replied. “It’s clear you two are into each other.”
“Is that what everyone here thinks? That I’m his assistant who also sleeps with him?” Y/N asked then, her expression one of defensive concern.
“No, of course not! That’s not what I meant at all!” Hannah insisted. “That’s not the impression whatsoever! I just meant that you two obviously like each other. It just seems like you’re in a relationship, that’s all.”
“We’re not,” Y/N said then, shaking her head again.
After a moment’s pause, Hannah spoke again.
“Do you want to be?” she gently pried.
“Hannah...”
“You can tell me; I’d never say anything. Besides, it’s not like I could blame you — he’s a total doll, and so sexy. And you guys are clearly into each other.”
“Let’s not talk about this, alright?” Y/N said then, darting her eyes around to make sure no one was overhearing them.
“I’ll take that for a ‘yes’,” Hannah said with a small grin, but then she lifted her hand to her mouth and imitated zipping her lips.
Eventually, after another hour and a half or so, they were finally starting to wrap things up. Donatella had offered Cillian to keep any of the clothes he’d like, and Cillian then stepped away to change back into his own clothes. It was while Y/N was helping Gareth gather up his things and pack them away when she was approached by Hannah once more.
“Hey, do you have a minute? I wanna run something by you,” Hannah said to her.
“Sure,” Y/N nodded, and she followed Hannah over to the area of the room where the photographer’s equipment had been packed up. After they stopped, Hannah spoke.
“Like I said earlier, I’m gonna be stepping back from assisting Nate soon and have started putting the finishing touches on my portfolio,” Hannah began. “Like I told you, I was here the other day in another room downstairs doing a shoot. The clothes are actually still there, and Nate’s not gonna need his stuff anymore for the rest of the day.”
“Okaaay...” Y/N said slowly, not sure why Hannah was telling her this or what she was getting at.
“Like I said, I still need another set of photos or two to finish off my portfolio,” Hannah continued, and she looked at Y/N, clearly thinking she’d made clear whatever point she was trying to make.
“Right, and?” Y/N asked then, raising her brows in question.
“Will you do a shoot for me?” Hannah asked, getting to the point. “Everything’s already here, and it’s a perfect opportunity.”
“What?! No!” Y/N said as she processed what she was being asked, and she was immediately shaking her head.
“Come on, why not?” Hannah said. “It’ll just be you and me, and this is the perfect way for me to get the photos I need. Plus, I won’t have another chance to use Nate’s equipment for over a week — he’s leaving for a job in Vancouver the day after tomorrow.”
“No, Hannah,” Y/N said again.
“Please?” Hannah begged her. “You’d be doing me such a huge favor. And you’re actually the perfect person for this. You’re a natural, and I’d love to use you rather than one of the inexperienced girls who will do it for free. I need a really good shoot to round out my portfolio.”
Y/N began shaking her head again, but Hannah was interjecting with more pleading.
“Please, please?! You’d be doing me such a huge favor,” she reiterated, “and I promise I’ll only ever ask you this one time. I can’t throw away this chance. Like I said, Nate’s leaving for Vancouver, and the room downstairs is available the rest of the afternoon. When am I gonna be able to shoot in a place like this again, free of charge?”
When Y/N met Hannah’s eyes once more, Hannah was encouraging her as she saw that there was the slightest hint that Y/N was gradually considering the idea.
“You should see the room,” she said. “It’s a gorgeous setup and very private. It’ll just be you and me, and we don’t have to make it a big, drawn out thing. I’ll use the least amount of stuff possible so that we can be in and out.”
Hannah then looked over Y/N’s shoulder at Cillian.
“Do you have somewhere else you need to be with him today?” she asked then.
“Well, no, actually, but—”
“Just come look at the room with me,” Hannah said then, and before Y/N could protest, Hannah was guiding her out the door and down a flight of stairs to the floor below.
Upon entering the room, Y/N saw that Hannah wasn’t lying when she said that the room had been set up beautifully. Tons of natural light highlighted the space, which had been decorated with a couple of plush sofas, several different armed and wingbacked chairs, a large oriental rug, and several other pieces of general décor. Another area of the room had been setup like a bedroom, with a downy comforter and pillows covering a large mattress and more soft décor scattered around. Finally, along another wall, a large, plain white backdrop hung from the ceiling, a single chair set in front of it.
“Isn’t it great?” Hannah asked as they looked around.
“Yeah, it is,” Y/N admitted with a nod. “I can see why you wanna use it so badly.”
“Yeah, and like I said, the clothes are still here, too.”
“How do we even know anything will fit me?” Y/N said then as she looked at Hannah. “I’m not a size 2 anymore.”
Hannah shook her head with a smile.
“I told you, I’m doing shoots with all different body types,” she said. “There’s plenty to choose from that’ll fit you, trust me.”
They then walked over to the racks of clothes that were standing against the nearest wall, but when Y/N realized that the majority of the items were pieces of lingerie, she was ready to change her mind again.
“Are you crazy? I’m not doing this! You didn’t say anything about lingerie!”
“It’s not all lingerie,” Hannah countered, grabbing a long, sequined dress from the rack. “There are dresses and other stuff, too.”
“I’m not doing lingerie,” Y/N said.
“Oh, come on, Y/N,” Hannah said in exasperation. “You’ve done this kind of thing before. And my girl the other day already did the majority of the clothing items, but she couldn’t do the lingerie because we ran out of time before we could get to it. They only gave me an hour, and then they needed this room for someone else. I need you to wear this stuff,” she indicated to the lingerie, “along with a couple of dresses and outfits,” she finished.
“Hannah...” Y/N began again.
“Look,” Hannah then started, “I promise you that none of these photos will ever get published or posted anywhere, or will ever be used for anything other than my portfolio. They’ll strictly be for me to show people during in-person meetings. They’ll never leave my possession and will never be shared beyond that. I won’t even include your name on them. If anyone ever asks me who you are, I’ll explain that you’re just a friend who did this as a favor.”
“I don’t know...” Y/N said.
“These are strictly for me to be able to show people my style, what I can capture,” Hannah said then. “That’s it. And I promise this will be a one-time thing. Please.”
Chewing on her lower lip, Y/N looked around the room momentarily and then at the racks of clothes again. Finally, after a moment of silence, she looked at Hannah again, and when she saw her pleading expression, Y/N found herself slowly nodding her head.
“Alright, fine,” she said. “But whatever photos you take never go anywhere but your portfolio.” Y/N strongly emphasized her stipulation.
“Agreed,” Hannah nodded. “I promise.”
As they headed back to the room upstairs, Y/N was mentally working up a fib to tell Cillian when she saw him chatting with someone from the shoot crew. Quietly, she waited until they were done speaking, and Cillian smiled as he then turned and saw her.
“Hey,” he said, “you ready to go? I’m done being fabulous now.”
Smiling, Y/N chuckled, but then she spoke.
“Actually, would you mind terribly if I hung back for a bit? Hannah was hoping I could join her for an early dinner and just catch up for a while. I can get a cab back to the hotel later on, if that’s alright with you.”
“Yeah, of course,” Cillian nodded. “No problem.”
“Ok, thanks,” Y/N said. “I’ll bring the clothes with me later on. I guess Hannah and Nate have to take photos of each of the items before they can leave the building, but that’s all the stuff you’re keeping, right?” Y/N gestured over to the items of clothing that were draped over the back of a nearby chair.
“Yeah, I guess so,” Cillian replied with a shrug. “She insisted I keep some stuff, so she grabbed a few things and put ‘em over there for me. I don’t even know what she picked.”
“Ok, well, I’ll bring them back to the hotel with me later,” Y/N said.
“Sounds good,” Cillian nodded.
•.•.•.•.•
Thirty minutes later, and Hannah and Y/N were back in the room they’d been in earlier, everyone from the Versace shoot now gone and Hannah busying herself setting up Nate’s camera and a few lighting posts around the room. After she’d finished getting the equipment ready, she stood with Y/N by the racks of clothing and lingerie and they went through it all together, assessing what would fit Y/N best and which pieces should go together.
“I’m having a serious case of déjà vu with all of this,” Y/N said amusedly as Hannah held a piece up to her. But when she’d changed into the first garment, Y/N was second guessing her agreement to do this as the piece was more revealing than it had looked on the hanger.
“I’m absolutely not the right person to be doing this,” Y/N insisted as Hannah stood behind her and helped her adjust the straps of the sexy, intricate bra that criss-crossed down her back.
“Girl, please, you are the perfect person for this,” Hannah replied. “You look drop-dead gorgeous.”
She then helped Y/N quickly apply a bit more makeup at the vanity table that was in the corner of the room, and when Y/N asked how all the high-end products were available to them, Hannah smiled.
“So many celebrities that Nate has photographed just leave their products behind at shoots and buy all new stuff,” she said. “There’s no way I was gonna let stuff like that just go in the trash, so I always snag it and then just sanitize it before and after each use.”
“Wow, between this and using Nate’s equipment, you’re gonna be able to make a fortune from your career without ever having spent a dime,” Y/N smiled.
Hannah nodded with laugh.
“That’s the plan,” she said.
After a few quick windings of the curling iron and a mist of hairspray, Hannah had Y/N looking how she wanted, but as soon as she attempted to take the first few photos of Y/N standing beside a cushioned chair, she was giving her a look of disapproval.
“You look like a broomstick wearing a bra,” Hannah said at Y/N’s straight, stiff posture.
“Gee, thanks,” Y/N replied sarcastically. “I’m so glad I agreed to this.”
“Loosen up,” Hannah said then. “Why are you so stiff? You look awkward and uncomfortable.”
“That’s because I am,” Y/N said as she gave her an accusatory look.
“Oh, come on,” Hannah said with a roll of her eyes. “You used to do this all the time.”
“It’s been a while,” Y/N countered, lifting a hand and adjusting one of the straps of the bra on her shoulder. “And it’s too quiet in here. I feel like we’re in a museum or something.”
At that, Hannah gave her another look before setting the camera down and walking over to her bag to retrieve her phone. She also pulled a portable speaker out of one of the bags of Nate’s equipment, and soon, the sound of some very tacky, suggestive music was playing through the room.
“Oh, that’s much better,” Y/N said with more sarcasm as Hannah looked at her. “Now it sounds like we’re shooting a porno.”
“Relax, I’m only joking,” Hannah replied with a smirk and a shake of her head, and then she changed the music to a playlist she had compiled for shoots. It was full of songs that were catchy and sexy, and Y/N’s expression changed to one of slightly more approval as the first song started.
“Better?” Hannah asked.
“Whatever,” Y/N said, trying not to smile. “Let’s just do this and get it over with so that we can get out of here and you can pay for my dinner.”
Soon enough, after the first song was fading out and the second was starting, Y/N was loosening up and Hannah was gradually beginning to give her suggestions and instructions as she posed. After enough initial clicks of the camera came and went, Y/N was starting to relax and ease into the shoot, feeling more comfortable in her own skin with each new angle. Admittedly, the music helped, and Y/N soon found herself remembering all the previous shoots she’d done, getting more and more into it with each photo and her body somehow working from memory as she soon was moving and posing in a way that just came naturally.
After the first few minutes, Hannah was relieved to see that Y/N hadn’t forgotten how this went or lost any of the natural magnetism she’d always previously had. She was striking but not intimidating, and of course, she looked absolutely beautiful, Hannah able to capture Y/N’s modest yet captivating personality through the lens. Along with the intentional shots, Hannah also snapped a few candid pictures of Y/N as she was looking to the side or smiling and laughing, and with each outfit change, Y/N continued to loosen up and get a little more playful and relaxed.
But it was when Hannah had her start really trying to tap into her sexual side that Y/N suddenly got a bit stiff again. She’d done a few shots reclined in a chair with just a bra and panties, and some mildly suggestive shots with her back bared in a dress hanging off her shoulder and opened in the back to just above her butt. When Hannah had her in the much sexier pieces, however, and was encouraging her to really get into it, Y/N was feeling stiff again, especially when Hannah wanted her to pose on the bed and the plush sofas at the other side of the room.
“This is all about feeling sexy and confident,” Hannah said as Y/N hesitated, awkwardly perched on the edge of a sofa. “What happened to the vibrant woman who was posing over there just a few minutes ago?”
“This is different,” Y/N replied. “I never did anything this outright sexual before. Suggestive, yes, but never this...blatant.” She then gestured down to what she was wearing — a lace bra and thong with a garter belt and stockings. “You know how self-conscious I used to get. Well, this just makes it even worse.”
“You have nothing to be self-conscious about,” Hannah replied. “It’s just us here, and you look amazing. And we’re keeping it tasteful; I’m not asking you to be laying spread-eagle or holding and licking bananas.”
At that, Y/N couldn’t help herself, and she was laughing out loud.
“I promise you, we’re making this sexy yet tasteful,” Hannah repeated. “Besides, these are just for my portfolio, remember?”
Y/N slowly nodded, although she was chewing her lip again in hesitancy.
“You know, you shouldn’t be second guessing yourself, anyway,” Hannah said. “You have this whole other side to you. I’ve seen it before.”
“What do you mean?” Y/N asked, looking up at her. “What other side?”
“The side you always try to keep hidden but that comes out once you get comfortable enough,” Hannah clarified. “You want to be sexy; you want to embrace that, but you try to contain it. But I remember catching glimpses of it back in the day, and you need to just let yourself embrace it, because it’s part of who you are, and catching that on camera is my whole goal here.”
Y/N looked down at her legs and mindlessly played with the lacy edge of her stocking.
“I just...I don’t know. It’s not easy for me to get that comfortable.”
“Why not?” Hannah asked.
“I don’t know. I’m just too shy.”
“Well, it’s just me and you here,” Hannah repeated yet again. “But maybe you just need the right inspiration to get you in that headspace.”
Looking up at her again upon hearing Hannah’s tone, Y/N furrowed her brow.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
At that, a mischievous smile spread across Hannah’s face.
“Think about Cillian,” she said.
At that, Y/N’s heart pounded, and her face immediately flushed as her eyes widened.
“What?!” she exclaimed. “Why would you say that?! Jesus, Hannah!”
But Hannah was shaking her head, still smiling.
“Because it’s painfully obvious that you’re ga-ga over him, and it’s also painfully obvious that he feels the same way about you. You guys vibe together so well, I could see it. And it was obvious that you two just click, you know? That’s why I thought you were together.”
Still blushing, Y/N said nothing, and Hannah continued.
“Not to mention that I could have cut the sexual tension back in that room with a knife. It’s clear how bad you two want each other. Every time you weren’t looking at him, he was looking at you.”
“I’m sure that’s not true,” Y/N replied, shaking her head as she tried not to think about Cillian, but that was impossible now. Admittedly, the thought of him had already crossed her mind a few times, but she’d tried to suppress it.
“It’s true,” Hannah affirmed. “Now stop trying to deny it and put those feelings to use. Just imagine these photos are for him, that you’re letting him see you like this.”
“That’s not making me any less self-conscious,” Y/N said then, giving Hannah a look.
“Just give it a minute, and I think that’ll fade away,” Hannah smiled again. “Now come on, I promised Nate I’d have his stuff back at the studio by 5.”
Taking a deep breath, Y/N closed her eyes as she slowly inhaled, and after a moment, she found herself thinking, “Fine. Fuck it.”
After all, Cillian wasn’t really there, no one else of significance was ever going to see these photos, and she may as well indulge in the way the clothes and the surroundings made her feel. Hannah was right, she should just embrace it instead of denying it, because otherwise, the shoot would be all for nothing.
Soon enough, Hannah hardly had to give Y/N any words of guidance other than if she needed her to shift for the sake of lighting or reposition herself slightly for a better angle. With the lingerie, the music playing, and the thought of Cillian running through her mind, Y/N was soon immersed in the shoot again, and she allowed herself to just do what felt playful and natural, which translated to some insanely sexy photos.
Admittedly, Y/N’s heart was still skipping beats periodically at the thought of Cillian as she did this, and she had no idea how she was going to be able to look at him the next time she saw him and not think about any of this.
But the way she was now suddenly feeling so confident and sexy had her continuing along at Hannah’s encouragement, and Y/N was once again embracing the moment as she draped herself along one of the plush velvet sofas and arched her back just a bit to slightly raise her ass in the air. Another shot had her reclined on the bed, a thong on beneath a pair of sheer patterned nylons and the center of her chest exposed while the rest of her was covered in a feathery jacket. Hannah then had her in a pair of killer heels as she stood along the backdropped wall, clad in a bra and high waisted briefs and posing with her finger playfully between her lips. There was also an almost bondage-esque type one piece that Hannah insisted she put on, and with another thought of “fuck it”, Y/N was lifting her arms over her head and tilting her neck seductively as Hannah snapped away with the camera.
Finally, they came to the last couple pieces Hannah wanted Y/N to try, which was a feminine pants suit consisting of a blazer and flared dress pants. At Hannah’s instruction, Y/N wore the blazer open with a bra on underneath, but Hannah didn’t like the way the jacket was cut at Y/N’s shoulders, making her look too stiff and not relaxed enough. When Y/N tried another blazer on the rack but it still didn’t create the exact look Hannah was going for, Hannah suddenly had an idea, and she momentarily left the room, telling Y/N she’d be right back and then returning a few moments later with a garment bag in her arms.
“What’s that?” Y/N asked, and Hannah looked at her with mischief again as she hung the bag on the clothing rack and began to unzip it.
“It’s your boyfriend’s jacket,” she said amusedly.
“What?” Y/N said, and her eyes widened as she saw Hannah pulling out of the bag the black blazer that Cillian had worn earlier for one of the outfits of his shoot, the small gold-plated Versace emblem shining on the left lapel. “I can’t wear that!”
“Of course you can,” Hannah responded. “It’s his now, anyways, and this will be the perfect thing for the look I’m going for.”
She fully removed it from the bag, and then she looked at Y/N.
“Take that bra off,” she instructed.
“What?” Y/N said.
“Take that bra off. I want you to wear the pants and this jacket with nothing underneath.”
“I can’t do that with his jacket!” Y/N protested, and she was blushing again.
“Of course you can,” Hannah repeated. “And it’s kinda hot, really, when you think about it.”
“No,” Y/N replied. “Besides, it’s a men’s jacket. It’ll be boxy and slouchy on me.”
“That’s what I’m going for,” Hannah reiterated. “The other jackets made you look too done up and constricted. This one, especially with it draped on you how I want, will look sexy but relaxed. And it’s the masculine cut that’ll make the photo even sexier. What’s hotter than a woman in men’s clothing, especially when her femininity still can’t be covered up?”
Again blushing at the thought that Cillian had been wearing that exact jacket just hours ago, Y/N was ready to shake her head once more.
But, then again, the idea of her being bare chested beneath his jacket was admittedly hot, and she soon found herself agreeing to put it on.
After Hannah had her sitting in the lone chair in front of the white backdrop, Y/N was leaning forward and removing the bra she had on, tossing it off to the side, out of the shot, and letting Hannah drape the jacket over her shoulders. Once Y/N had rested back in the chair once more, they adjusted the front of the jacket over her, having the sides covering her chest just enough, but the mounds of her breasts still plenty obvious, and the center of her chest and torso bare and fully visible.
“Now lean back. Yeah, that’s perfect,” Hannah said as she stepped backwards from Y/N to assess her. “No, no, don’t put your arms through the sleeves; just let it drape on you like that.”
With a few more quick adjustments to Y/N’s posture, Hannah was capturing the image she was going for, and she had Y/N look both at the camera for a few shots and off to the side for a few others.
Once Hannah finally felt that she’d gotten everything she needed, she lowered the camera for the last time and then was encouraging Y/N to look over the photos with her through the digital memory.
As she walked over to Hannah, Y/N adjusted the jacket on her body and slipped her arms through the sleeves before wrapping the font of it closed around her. Once again, she tried not to think about the fact that her upper half was naked beneath the same jacket Cillian had worn just hours ago.
“These are perfect; they’re exactly what I was going for. You totally killed it!” Hannah said, and then she looked at Y/N again with another smile. “See? All it took was the right man on your mind to get you to come out of your shell.”
At the mention of Cillian, Y/N couldn’t stop the blush that overtook her face once more, but she said nothing as Hannah gave her that mischievous smile and then looked down at the camera screen again.
“I can’t wait to get these in my portfolio,” she said as she scrolled through a few more photos.
“But that’ll be the only place they’ll ever be, right? I don’t want these anywhere else or visible to anyone, unless they’re sitting right in front of you and looking through your book,” Y/N said, strongly emphasizing how serious she was. “Promise me that they’re going nowhere but your book.”
Looking at Y/N, Hannah’s expression was serious, and she emphasized her agreement once more with a strong nod of her head.
“I promise,” she said.
•.•.•.•.•
The next night, finally back at home, Cillian was lying in bed, sprawled on top of the duvet with the TV on above his dresser and randomly flipping through the channels, just trying to decompress. He and Y/N had returned from New York earlier that evening, and she’d gone straight home, both of them exhausted.
She’d checked in with him via text message the previous night after her dinner with Hannah, but he’d insisted he didn’t need anything, and then they’d confirmed their plans for that morning to meet up and head to the airport. As it always did with travel, the day had dragged on with their flights and connections, and the trip home hadn’t been nearly as relaxing as their trip out there had been. Y/N had spent the majority of the flights on her phone and laptop, communicating with more people and arranging more of the newest commitments that were now on Cillian’s calendar.
Once they’d been dropped off back at his place that evening, Y/N hadn’t even come inside, Cillian insisting that he didn’t need anything and she should just go home and get some rest, and he’d made her agree to take tomorrow off.
Now, yet again, Cillian’s thoughts kept returning to everything that had transpired during the trip. His interviews, the dinner with his friends, the impromptu visit to the random bar for the concert, and the last minute booking of the Versace shoot. During the entire trip, he and Y/N had been at what seemed to be a new level of intimacy, the vibe between them more intense than ever and the little moments they’d shared leaving each of them wanting more. Even after the night they’d held hands — which was also on constant replay in his mind — Y/N hadn’t reverted back to being too reserved for too long before she was back to normal with him. As Cillian thought about the way they’d remained close the entire trip in one way or another, and the way they’d continued to be drawn to each other, he was smiling to himself.
Y/N likely didn’t even realize it, but she’d become much less timid with Cillian since when she first began working for him, and he was again recalling the way their eyes had been on each other all during the photo shoot yesterday, and how they kept near each other and connected every chance they had during the entire trip. Cillian also hadn’t missed the looks Y/N had given him when she thought he wasn’t noticing, but he’d caught her checking him out countless times yesterday during the shoot.
With another smile to himself also came the same rhetorical question he’d asked multiple times before: how was she so fucking sweet? Not only was Y/N always worrying about him in some way or checking on him, but she was also always trying to help, was so naturally charming and warm, and was a joy to be around. When she let her guard down, she was also fun and a little silly, and there was absolutely no question that she was the sexiest, most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. And on the trip, although her self-consciousness was still present, he’d sensed the way she’d silently shown her desire to be closer to him, obviously enjoying their connection and the unspoken intimacy.
As he shifted on the bed and changed the channel again, Cillian’s phone suddenly dinged with a message on the nightstand next to him. Turning his head, he reached for it and pulled up his messages, seeing that the text he’d just received was from Nate, the photographer who’d photographed him yesterday.
Hey man, these are the final choices they made for the photos for the release of the men’s line. I tried sending them to your girlfriend, too, but I must have taken her number down wrong, because I just keep getting an “undeliverable” message bouncing back. If you want me to send them to her, too, let me know and you can give me her number, but I figure just sending them to you instead is fine.
At Nate’s message, Cillian frowned in confusion.
Girlfriend? Did he mean Y/N?
But before Cillian could reply or open the file Nate had shared with his photos, he was receiving another message from him, followed by another file drop.
Here are your girlfriend’s photos, too. By the way, I know you’d said that she doesn’t model anymore, and I know that she only did this as a favor to Hannah, but if she ever changes her mind about that, tell her she can give me a call. I could get her booked in a second, no question.
After reading that message, Cillian knew Nate must be talking about Y/N, and clearly, he’d thought that she and Cillian were a couple. Of course, the fact that Nate got that impression didn’t bother Cillian at all, but he was also too curious about whatever photos of Y/N Nate was referring to to correct him.
Hannah had taken some photos of Y/N? When? Was that what they’d been doing yesterday afternoon?
Rather than continue to question it, Cillian moved his thumb on the phone screen and tapped on the file that Nate had included of whatever photos Hannah had apparently taken of Y/N. But when the file finished loading and the images began appearing on his screen, Cillian was absolutely not prepared for what he saw.
Holy.
Fucking.
Shit.
Image after image of Y/N posing in mind-blowingly sexy lingerie and clothes were filling his phone screen. It took Cillian several moments to fully process what he was looking at, and as he confirmed that it was in fact Y/N in the photos, his pulse was suddenly rising and his cock was instantly twitching at the insanely arousing photos of her that just kept getting hotter with each scroll of his thumb on the screen. He had no idea that this is what Y/N had been doing when she’d stayed behind after his shoot yesterday, but at the moment, Cillian was unable to focus on anything other than tapping on each and every photo of her.
She was stunning. Beautiful. Captivating. And she was a level of sexy that Cillian couldn’t have even begun to put into words if he’d tried. He still was struggling to even process the fact that he was seeing these images of Y/N, and as he scrolled through each one, his cock got stiffer and stiffer as her poses and expressions got sexier and sexier, not to mention her attire became more and more revealing and her body language more and more arousing with each pose. Many of the photos exceeded even the images of her he’d conjured up in his head (well, with the exception of him picturing her completely naked), and she was able to give off an aura that was insanely sexy and erotic without being tacky or distasteful.
She was perfect.
There were several adorable candid shots of her as well, Y/N playing with her hair or laughing with a big smile as she stood in the lacy lingerie. Some photos also had her in full items of clothing, but with a sexy twist, like her back bare and revealed almost down to her butt as she stood in a formal sequined dress with the back open on her body.
When Cillian got to the photos in which Y/N had draped herself over the edge of a sofa with her legs clad in thigh-highs and her delicious ass bared in a thong, he was palming himself through his pants and muttering curse after curse of arousal under his breath. But when he came to the last few photos of her, he paused and squinted at the screen briefly when he saw that she was wearing an oversized black jacket in the photo, one that looked very familiar.
She was completely bare beneath it from the waist up, and it was draped over her shoulders and fell down her body in a way that only covered her breasts, the edges of the jacket parted to reveal a wide stretch of the center of her torso and chest. While the pants she had on fit her perfectly, the jacket was obviously a men’s one, her feminine frame still evident beneath it as the lapels fell down her chest and covered her breasts, but just barely. The round, plump edges of her full mounds were peeking out from the edges of the jacket, and upon closer inspection, Cillian realized why the jacket looked so familiar as he noticed the small, circular, gold-plated Versace emblem fastened to the left lapel.
It was the same jacket he’d worn for a portion of his photo shoot.
There was no mistaking it, as it had been the only blazer among all the clothes with that gold emblem button. Now, once more looking at the photo, Cillian was insanely aroused at the thought that Y/N had not only worn the same jacket he had, but that she’d been completely bare chested beneath it.
Ironically, that jacket had been one of the pieces that he’d been given to keep, and Cillian’s eyes rose from his phone screen to the door of his closet across the room, the jacket hanging from the edge of the door along with the other pieces he’d kept. Y/N had brought them back with her from the shoot after her time spent with Hannah, but obviously, at the time, Cillian had had no clue that it had also been on her body between then and the time he’d worn it earlier in the day.
Again, the thought and fact that Y/N had not only worn it, but that her gorgeous breasts had been naked against the fabric, was insanely arousing, and as Cillian looked at Y/N’s photo once more and then at the jacket that was now hanging on his closet door a few feet away, his cock was straining against the zipper of his pants.
Suddenly, he was very glad that Donatella had insisted he keep some of the clothes.
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“Hi, handsome! I missed you so much! How’s my baby? Come here! Oooo, give me a kiss! I want all the kisses! How’s my sweetie?”
Cillian realized that it was fucked up on some level that the way Y/N was currently talking to Scout was turning him on, but he couldn’t help it as he heard her lovingly greet the dog and shower him with affection after they entered the house. He watched with a big smile on his face as Scout soaked up her affection, his tail wagging as Y/N knelt to the floor and hugged him tightly as she covered his head with kisses and murmured loving, adoring words to him.
Never in his life did Cillian ever think he’d be jealous of a dog, but Y/N was making Scout’s current existence very, very enviable.
“We were only gone for five hours,” Cillian said with a smirk as he looked down at them, then stepped over Scout, who was rumbling contentedly and burrowing his head into Y/N’s chest.
Lucky bastard.
“Yes, but it was five hours that I’m used to spending around this cuddle monster, and so I’m feeling deprived,” Y/N said as she shifted her attention from Scout briefly, looking at Cillian as he moved further into the kitchen.
When Y/N had initially visited Cillian’s home and accepted the job, she and Scout had bonded instantly, Scout adoringly snuffling against her leg and Y/N showering him with the same affection she was now. And since then, wherever Y/N was in the house, Scout would also be, contentedly lying with his head in her lap or snuggled up beside her. Cillian was now second fiddle.
“Are you going to be able to survive without him while we’re in New York?” Cillian asked as Y/N finally stood up and set her bag on the counter. She smiled at him as she responded.
“I’ll manage, somehow, but it won’t be easy,” she said, reaching down and scratching Scout’s head again before moving over to the side counter and grabbing her laptop.
“Speaking of which,” she then continued, “just FYI that I’m going to come over earlier than planned tomorrow morning so that I can take him to the kennel, if that’s ok with you. I got the call yesterday from the lady there who confirmed his boarding and said she’d come and get him, but I told her I’d bring him instead.”
“Why? You don't have to do that,” Cillian said as he looked at Y/N. “The whole point of them coming to us is so that you wouldn’t have to come over any earlier. You’re already getting here at the crack of dawn; I wasn’t going to have you coming here even earlier than necessary.”
“I know,” Y/N replied, “but I didn’t want to make the lady come here that early in the morning; she already agreed to taking him before business hours.” Y/N then briefly shifted her glance from Cillian to Scout and gave the dog an adoring smile.
“Besides,” she then continued as she looked back to Cillian, “there’s no way I’m going to miss seeing him before we leave. I’ll need to get my fix if we’re gonna be gone for four days.”
Early the next morning, Cillian and Y/N were heading to the airport and taking a flight to New York. Despite the fact that he’d been there a few months prior, Cillian was due back, now scheduled for a television interview for one of the major morning news shows there, as well as a late night talk show appearance and a radio interview. Y/N had now been working for him for four months, but this was the first trip she’d be joining him on that was more than a few hours’ drive away, and the first time she’d be staying with him overnight.
Well, not with him — she had her own hotel room, obviously — but accompanying him. She’d planned out and arranged all the logistics and details for the entire trip, and Cillian was incredibly impressed at how well she’d handled everything, but at the same time, he wasn’t surprised. He’d come to see over the last few months how good Y/N was at her job, and with all the crap that he hated to deal with that she was now handling for him, the fact that she was so efficient was just an added bonus to being around her. Every day, their connection was growing, and Cillian once again couldn’t help but think how perfectly the stars had aligned that day when he’d run into her at the café after Krista had (moronically) let her go.
Back in the moment, Cillian smiled at Y/N’s statement.
“When we get back, I think you’re just going to have to start taking him home with you every night,” he said to her. “When you left yesterday, he spent the first hour you were gone sitting by the door and whining, hoping you’d come right back. I finally had to take him for another walk just to distract him.”
Y/N grinned.
“Awww, is that true?” she said as she looked at Scout and beckoned for him again, at which he came happily plodding up to her and nudged her hands before Y/N began scratching him behind his ears. “Did you make Daddy take you on a second walk last night, hmm? You stinker.”
Again, Cillian was struggling to ignore how the way Y/N was speaking was affecting him. Even though it was to the dog, when he heard her refer to him as “Daddy”, he realized he needed to distract himself.
“You should get home and get some sleep if you’re set on getting here that early tomorrow,” he said to her as he pulled his phone and wallet out of his pocket and set them on the counter.
Y/N nodded.
“Is there anything you need before I go? You’re all packed and everything, right? Do you need me to run out and get you anything?” she asked.
Cillian smiled and shook his head.
“No,” he replied. “Now stop trying to make extra work for yourself and get out of here.”
Grinning again, Y/N then looked down at Scout once more.
“Can you believe the way he talks to me?” she said jokingly in feigned offense. “Just for that, you should make him take you on a second walk again tonight.”
Chuckling, Cillian then spoke.
“Believe me, the minute you’re out that door, he’s going to be miserable. I’m nothing but a less than desirable roommate to him now.”
Giggling, Y/N slipped her laptop into her bag and then hooked it over her shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “It wasn’t my intention to come between you two and then leave you stuck with him like this, but I have to go home at some point.”
Chuckling again, Cillian answered.
“It’s alright; I’ll survive.”
Looking up, Y/N met Cillian’s eyes, and her own were sparkling with mischief as she smiled at him a final time.
“I wasn’t talking to you,” she teased him.
Then, with one last pat to Scout’s head, she was through the kitchen and out the door.
“It’s not very ladylike to stand on the furniture.”
Her heart skipped a beat upon hearing his deep voice from somewhere in the room behind her, and as she lowered her arms and slowly turned around, she met his eyes across the room as he stood watching her from the doorway.
“The owner of the house expects the tops of even the highest hung paintings to be free of dust,” she said softly in response, a small smile tugging the corner of her mouth. “If he wasn’t so particular, then I’d still be standing firmly on the floor.”
A similar hint of a smile curving Tommy’s lips, he pushed himself off the doorframe and walked further into the room. They held each other’s eyes his entire stroll, and as he stopped before her in front of the tall wooden hutch, he looked up and then spoke again.
“At least you had the decency to remove your shoes,” he said.
At his words, Y/N instinctively scrunched her stocking-clad toes and quickly looked down at her feet.
“Of course I did,” she said as she looked to Tommy again. “I wouldn’t dare risk leaving a scuff or scratch on such valuable furniture. As I said, the owner of the house is very particular.”
Tommy smiled up at her, the soft way in which she delivered her slight teasing to him always amusing.
“Yes, he is, so you’d better give the top there a second sweep, in case you missed anything the first go ‘round.” He jerked his head up in indication of the painting that hung in the center of the wall.
Smiling down at him, Y/N then made a little face before turning around on the balls of her feet and appeasing him with another sweep across the top edge of the painting with the duster she held in her hand. Lifting up on her tiptoes, she stretched her arm again to reach, her generous cleavage nearly pressing into the painting itself.
Tommy smiled to himself as he saw Y/N’s chest just barely brush against the canvas as she reached up. Her large breasts were a frequent obsession of his, and countless times, he’d imagined filling his hands with her soft, plump flesh and burying his face between them. He’d use his fingers and his tongue to draw teasing lines along her skin until her nipples sat at full attention, upon which he’d suck her hardened buds into his mouth and lap and bite at her until her nipples were raw.
But his intention when encouraging her to dust once more was to get a good look up her skirt. Her curvy, rounded bottom filled the fabric and had his palms twitching, but he also wanted to get a glimpse of those thighs. Once again, he could practically feel his hands full with her flesh as he’d grip those thighs, holding them apart as he made himself at home between them.
When Y/N rose on her tiptoes again, his eyes traveled up beneath her skirt, following the seams of her stockings until they disappeared between the apex of her thighs. When she took a step, her thighs then parted just enough to get a glimpse of the crotch of her undergarments, and Tommy once again imagined sliding his fingers, and then, to follow, his cock, between the warm plump flesh of her thighs to her core.
Y/N could feel Tommy’s eyes on her from behind, and she tried not to appear flustered as she quickly dusted the top of the painting a second time. Despite the minor hint of sass she occasionally gave Tommy that would allude to confidence, Y/N was actually very uncomfortable whenever he paid her attention.
It wasn’t because he did anything inappropriate, though, but it was that she was not used to handling attention or being any man's point of focus, least of all Thomas Shelby. Due to the fact that she wasn’t a perfectly slender, slim, whisper of a woman, Y/N rarely received more than a passing glance from the opposite sex, and other women always seemed to be trying to make her feel better with comments that were backhanded to varying degrees.
“But you have such a pretty face,” was the most common one, with something along the lines of, “But you’re so sweet,” coming in a close second. Of course, she knew their intentions weren’t to make her feel bad, but she was never unaware of the fact that her size made her a “but” person. “But you have such a pretty face.” “But you’re so sweet.” The “buts” were the buffer to soften the blow of the obvious criticism in other women’s glances. And when it came to men, she may as well be invisible.
Except once in a while, one man would give her attention, and no matter how long she’d known him or how well she understood that he was just humoring her, being under Tommy Shelby’s gaze never ceased to fluster her.
She shouldn’t still be so affected by him, though. Due to his friendship with her brother that dated back to young adulthood, Y/N had known Tommy for years, and in all that time, she’d secretly melt whenever she was around him. As soon as her eyes had locked with his upon first meeting him at The Garrison, she was a helpless victim, his intensity and handsome face immediately paralyzing her. Over the years, as she got more used to being around him and came to know him more, the severity of that affect lessened, but it never fully left, and Y/N had grown to greatly care for him over time.
Even now, years later and now working for Tommy at Arrow House as a maid and also a sometimes errand girl for his business, she still internally swooned and also tried to ignore her feelings whenever he paid her attention. Her only tool in appearing as unaffected as possible was to give Tommy a subtle dish of his own teasing right back, which he let her get away with due to their history.
As she finished with the painting and turned around yet again, she met Tommy’s eyes once more, and she blushed as he smiled at her again. Apparently, he had nothing better to do at the moment than fluster her.
“Acceptable, I suppose,” Tommy said to her then, giving her a nod along with his smile. “But I expect the same diligence with every piece of art in this house, so best you get down from there and pick up the pace.”
“I believe I was making progress just fine until you decided to interrupt, Mr. Shelby,” she said to him with a look, and Tommy’s smile widened.
“My apologies, love,” he replied. “Now get off my furniture.”
With that, Tommy reached his arms up to Y/N, and she quickly realized what he was getting at. But instead, she leaned down slightly to try and have him take the duster from her instead, which Tommy rejected with a quizzical brow before returning his eyes to her.
“I think you’re still going to need that, love,” he said to her.
“I know,” she answered, trying to give it to him again. “Just hold it for me while I get down, and bring that chair back over here.” She nodded toward the chair she’d used to step up onto the hutch earlier, which Tommy had pushed aside when he’d stopped in front of her.
He shook his head.
“I’m right here, Y/N,” he said, still looking at her. “Just jump.” He reached his arms out for her again.
She shook her head insistently.
“No,” she said.
“Why not?”
“Because...because I’m too big,” she said, suddenly feeling mortified. “I’m...no, Tommy. I’m too heavy.”
Tilting his head in critique of her words as he looked at her, Tommy paused for a moment before replying.
“Love, that’s a load of shit if I ever heard one,” he said to her. “Now jump.”
Her pulse rising, Y/N hesitated yet again with an uncertain bite of her lip and remained where she was as Tommy still looked up at her expectantly. After another moment, he spoke again.
“You better jump right now, love, or I’ll leave you up there all night,” he said while simultaneously kicking the nearby chair further out of reach in a threat.
“Tommy…” Y/N began to protest again.
“Now,” he commanded with finality.
Huffing out a breath that was a combination of annoyance and resignation, Y/N looked to the side and quickly tossed the duster to the coffee table several feet away, and then her eyes met Tommy’s once more. She gave him a final look as if to say, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” and then, swallowing her embarrassment, she stretched her arms out for his as she made the short jump forward and off the hutch, aligned with Tommy’s outstretched arms.
A second after her feet left the surface, Y/N felt Tommy’s arms wrap securely around her middle as her own arms simultaneously wrapped around his shoulders. Their bodies met with a warm impact, but it was nothing more unsteady than that, as Tommy’s stance remained firm and balanced on the floor as he caught her. The mortifying expectation of causing him to stumble back or make a sound of displeased strain as she fell against him had been an unnecessary concern, as Tommy caught her securely without any fumble. And when Y/N opened her eyes over his shoulder and realized just that, she exhaled a breath of relief.
Keeping his arms securely around Y/N’s waist, Tommy kept her close even after she was firmly on the floor. The divine warmth and softness of her felt too good to immediately let her go, and he was thoroughly enjoying how tightly she was clinging to him. As he heard her exhale over his shoulder, he smoothed his hands up her back and gently pushed, pressing her chest even more against his own. The feeling of her was sublime, and as he felt Y/N squeeze his shoulders tighter, Tommy turned his head slightly to be able to whisper against her temple.
“Best thing I ever caught,” he said, his sexy, gravelly voice causing a shiver to run through Y/N.
As she felt Tommy press her more closely against him, her heart skipped a beat, never having imagined she’d ever be in his arms like this. Granted, she knew it didn’t mean anything, and that his words were only to humor her, but she savored feeling herself against him for one more moment before pulling herself out of his arms with a blush and trying to play the whole thing off.
“Well, you’ve done your gentlemanly duty for the day, so you’re now off the hook,” Y/N jokingly remarked in a mask to hide her embarrassment. She didn’t meet Tommy's eyes as she spoke, but instead walked across the room to retrieve the duster she’d tossed on the table. “Much obliged, Mr. Shelby.”
“Y/N…” Tommy began, turning and looking after her as she walked away, immediately missing her warmth and the feel of her as she pulled herself out of his embrace. When she’d still been in his hold, he was asking himself why in the hell he had never made it happen before then. But Y/N’s short, embarrassed tone and the way she quickly moved away from him reminded him why.
She always ended anything before it could happen.
She was always self-conscious around him, quickly ending anything too flirtatious, and he always assumed it was because she was perhaps a bit innocent. Had she ever even been to bed with anyone? Perhaps she didn’t know how to respond, despite the obvious desire she herself had. It was clear she enjoyed the connection and mutual attraction between them, but maybe she didn’t know how to deal with it, being too shy and apprehensive. Every time they had a little moment like this, Tommy could see she wanted it just as much as he did. But then she’d retract and snuff out the moment before they could get anywhere. And despite how much she distracted him, how much he’d always wanted her, Tommy never wanted to make her uncomfortable, and so he’d let it go each time and hope she’d come around and finally embrace their connection soon enough. Ordinarily, he wouldn’t be so patient, but Y/N was another story. He didn’t just want her; he cared for her greatly.
But after still retracting now, even after literally being in his arms and clearly enjoying it, Tommy wanted to just confront her. He’d had enough dancing around it and wanted to hear straight from her why she always pulled away. As far as he was concerned, she was his; she always had been, and he was tired of leaving her unopened and untouched in the box — he was ready to take her out and play with her.
“It’s getting late,” Y/N said then, still not looking at Tommy as she spoke, instead walking further away and switching on the lamp in the corner of the rapidly dimming room. “If you don’t mind, I’ll head out for now and finish tomorrow. I’d like to start on my way home before any snow might start.”
Now smiling as he realized this was his opportunity, Tommy also turned and casually shoved his hands in his pockets as he replied after looking out the window.
“I’m afraid you’re too late, love,” he said, and when Y/N turned around and finally looked at him again, he nodded his head towards the window in indication. Her eyes then following his, Y/N cursed under her breath as soon as she saw the already falling snow.
“Can you give—"
“No,” Tommy cut her off then, already knowing her question of asking him to drive her home (she typically walked). “It’s getting worse by the minute out there, and I’m not risking getting my car stranded in the middle of the road when you can just as soon stay here tonight.”
Inwardly, Tommy was still smiling to himself. In truth, he could easily get her home in time before the snow accumulated to anything undriveable, but this was a golden opportunity, and he was going to seize it.
“What?” Y/N responded to him, her eyebrows immediately lifting and her cheeks flushing. “I can’t stay here!”
“With ten bedrooms unoccupied and at the ready, I’d argue that statement, love,” Tommy replied.
“But I…” Y/N trailed off as she shook her head, having nothing to say back but incredibly nervous at the thought of spending the night in Tommy’s home.
“No buts, love. Now put that away,” Tommy jerked his head towards the duster as he spoke, “and then head into the parlor and pour each of us a drink. I’ll be there in a moment.”
“Tommy…” Y/N started again, but Tommy began crossing the room and then stopped in front of her.
“You’re staying here, Y/N. You keep arguing, and we can forgo a bedroom and I’ll put you out in the stables,” he said with a teasing smile.
Unable to contain her own little smile that threatened to grow into a wider one, Y/N replied.
“You wouldn’t dare,” she said as she looked at him.
At that, Tommy’s expression changed to something else. Something darker.
“Don’t dare me, love, or you’ll quickly find out just how much a man of my word I am.”
Y/N’s heart skipped a beat and she flushed at Tommy’s words and the look he gave her, but she didn’t have time to reply before he walked past her and out of the room.
After a moment, Y/N nervously made her way down the hall and popped into the bathroom for a quick check in the mirror. Despite the fact that she knew Tommy wasn’t really looking at her that way, she still felt the need to give herself the once over.
The self-criticism began the second she met her own reflection in the mirror. After an afternoon of cleaning, her cheeks were flushed, her hair was slightly mussed, and she had a big splotch of furniture polish evident on her skirt after she nearly dropped the rag on the rug of the front room and had caught it against her skirt before it hit the floor.
Ugh, why did her thighs look especially stuffed inside her skirt today? Why was the roll of her lower belly suddenly even more obvious than usual? In fact, why were all her imperfections so obvious…all the time? Why did her ass stick out so far and her breasts always look like they were about to burst out of her blouse? It didn’t matter what clothes she wore, she always felt like a sausage stuffed in a casing.
Knowing it was pointless on wasting anymore time on something that wasn’t going to change in the next ten seconds, Y/N did her best to make herself look as good as she could before then quickly switching off the light and slipping out of the bathroom.
Tommy wasn’t in the parlor yet, but the large fireplace was already lit with a lively crackle, and the entire room was warm and inviting as the heat spread from the fire and the large, plush furniture called to her after having been on her feet for the last six hours. Quietly crossing the floor to the slim table along the wall below the large picture window, Y/N looked outside and admired the view of the snow peacefully falling in the darkening sky, a light coating of flakes already settling over everything.
Looking down to the table, Y/N then reached for the crystal decanter and whisky glasses set off to the side. She only grabbed one, though, filling it and then re-capping the decanter before turning and walking to the coffee table in front of the fireplace. Bending to set it down, she had just stood back up when Tommy’s voice sounded behind her.
“I don’t like sharing, love, so you better pour a second glass,” he said.
Turning around, Y/N apprehensively met his eyes. The familiar feeling of nervousness and self-consciousness she always had around him more present than ever.
“If I’m already spending the night, I’m not going to also drink your liquor,” she replied, trying to seem unaffected by Tommy. She thought she’d gotten pretty good at it over the years.
Looking at her for just a moment, Tommy then headed over to the table she’d just been at and began pouring another glass of whisky. After turning around and then meeting her at the coffee table, Tommy stretched the glass out to her and spoke again, his eyebrow arched in challenging amusement.
“Stop acting like you’re an inconvenience, Y/N. Now take the drink, or I’ll go and tell Curly to make you a hay pile next to the mares.”
Once again unable to refrain from smiling, Y/N did as Tommy said and took the glass from his hand. She then followed his motion and took a seat on the sofa across the table from him, Tommy himself settling into the opposite sofa. The fire warmly crackled again and had filled the plush room with a soft glow, and Y/N couldn’t help but think how romantic it would feel if she were anyone else. But those weren’t the kind of feelings she inspired in men. And definitely not in Tommy Shelby.
Tommy could see the self-doubt and nervousness in Y/N’s eyes and body language, but he wasn’t going to let her keep it up. Before joining Y/N in the parlor, he’d gone to tell Frances to kindly not disturb them for the evening, because Tommy was ready to finally address whatever the hell it was that always made Y/N hold back from him. And then he would correct whatever misassumptions she was under.
Lifting his glass to his lips, Tommy took a drink, and when he gave Y/N a look that said she had better do the same, she obediently lifted her own glass and took a sip, the alcohol burning her throat and warming her insides on the way down.
“If you let me use the phone, I can ring home and have someone come and get me before it gets any worse outside,” Y/N said as she nervously looked at Tommy, who seemed to be assessing her with those heart-stopping eyes. But after she said that, his expression changed to one of irritation, and after giving her a look, he stood up and began walking towards the doorway of the room.
“Where are you going?” Y/N said in nervous surprise as she watched him, shifting slightly on the sofa.
“To tell Curly to get you a spot ready out by the troughs,” Tommy said over his shoulder.
Of course, Tommy wasn’t serious, but he kept heading for the doorway nonetheless.
“Alright, I’m sorry!” Y/N said after him, her voice apologetic. “I’m not trying to come off as ungrateful, Tommy, I’m just trying to stay out of your way.”
Turning and looking at her, Tommy replied.
“If I felt you were in my way, love, you wouldn’t still be here. You hint at that again and I’m calling for Curly.”
With apologetic obedience, Y/N quickly nodded her head, and Tommy slowly walked back across the room towards her. But instead of resuming his place at the opposite sofa, he sat down at the other end of where Y/N sat, and as he did so, she met his eyes.
“Although, I’m sure it wouldn’t be so bad out there,” she said with a little smile. “You have Curly treat those horses with such love and care that I’m sure any place out there would be nearly comparable to any of the bedrooms in this house.”
Smiling back at Y/N, Tommy reached for her glass that she'd set down on the table and handed it to her before retrieving his own and each of them taking a sip again.
“That may be true, love,” Tommy said then, “but seeing as you’re even more majestic and beautiful than any of those horses, I’ll be keeping you inside.”
At that, Y/N scoffed a laugh, then shook her head and looked down. She self-consciously kept her eyes on her glass as she ran her finger along the rim.
"Something funny?" Tommy said in response to her reaction, arching his brow as he looked at her. But Y/N only shook her head again. Shifting, Tommy leaned forward and set his glass down on the table before speaking once more.
"Tell me," he said, his tone serious. "What's so funny about what I just said?"
Still not looking up, Y/N just shook her head again, and Tommy continued, suddenly feeling his patience running thin. Not only was she continuing to shy away, but she wouldn't tell him why.
"Tell me, Y/N. Tell me why you always do that, eh?" he said next. "Why do you always brush off every compliment I give you, avoid any attention?"
“I'd rather not talk about this," Y/N said then, turning her head and still avoiding his eyes. "We both know the truth, Tommy, so will you just drop it?"
Frowning, Tommy reached over and yanked the glass out of Y/N's hand and roughly set it on the table, Y/N wincing at the sound it made.
“I'm afraid I don't know the truth, love, so why don't you enlighten me, eh?" Tommy said, his voice aggravated. "Right now. Why?"
Her cheeks burning, Y/N shook her head a final time, and that’s when Tommy raised his voice. Whatever the reason, he wanted to finally know why she wouldn't ever let anything go too far between them.
“Tell me, Y/N,” he demanded again, and that’s when Y/N herself got upset and she nearly shouted as she finally replied.
“Because I know it’s all just humor, Tommy!” She lifted her head and looked at him, embarrassed and aggravated that he was making her explain what she knew he already knew. “You charm, flirt, and tease, but we both know it’s all just to humor me and entertain yourself; it always has been. I’m not stupid, Tommy! I'm just your entertainment when you've nothing, or rather, no one better to occupy your time. I know you don’t mean it, and it just so happens that it hurts me, so just do me a favor and stop it, because it’s really not fair!”
Momentarily taken aback by both her outburst and what she was saying, Tommy just stared back at her for a moment, his eyes running over her reddened cheeks and her pained expression as she looked at him. But as soon as he processed what she’d said, he was replying, once again displaying controlled composure as he tilted his head and she met his eyes.
“That I don’t mean it?” he repeated back to her questioningly. “And who ever said that I don't mean it, love?"
Narrowing her eyes at him, Y/N answered.
“I know you don't,” she replied. “So just stop, alright, because it’s not fair.”
“And why isn’t it fair, love?”
Meeting his eyes again, Y/N knew there was no point in lying. She was already embarrassed, but he obviously was going to make her say it, so she may as well be honest and maybe at least then, Tommy would drop the act.
“Because I just so happen to care about you, Tommy," she said, her cheeks burning. "And the fact that you flirt and compliment me and pretend to have any interest hurts, because I know it's just an act. We both know it. I know you could never actually want a girl like me — we both know I’m not desirable, Tommy. So please, just stop, because it only makes me feel even more pathetic."
After she spoke, Y/N looked down at her hands, and her heart was pounding as she could feel Tommy's eyes still on her. Too bad if he didn't like being called out. She was done being a little game for him.
While Tommy maintained his outward composure, inwardly, he was having trouble which statement she'd made to process first. In fact, he could hardly believe she was serious. That was what it had been about all along? She thought he didn't actually mean it? That she was undesirable? That he didn't actually want her? As he continued to look back at her and saw her self-critical expression, Tommy realized that it was her own self-doubt that had always held Y/N back, and it was time to correct that.
"Well, I hate to tell you, love, but you're wrong about everything you just said, including the statement that you're not stupid. Because stupidity would be the only reason why you wouldn't think I don't mean every damn word I've ever said to you. And the fact that you think you're undesirable only solidifies that you're not of sound mind, because that couldn't be further from the truth."
Scoffing again, Y/N rolled her eyes.
"You do that one more time, love, and you'll be over my knee," Tommy began again. "Now tell me exactly why you think you're undesirable."
"Tommy..."
"You've got five seconds..."
“I don’t want to talk about this.”
“Three seconds…”
"Because I'm fat, Tommy!" Y/N responded, forced to answer him despite her continued shame. "I’m not thin or delicate like a woman should be. I'm fat, Tommy; I'm big and I'm fat. We both know it. Everyone does. And the only things I inspire from people are pity and mockery, and the only desire I cause in men is the desire that they won't have to interact with me. And I know you're no different, and I'm asking you to drop the feigned interest and just leave me alone so that I can get over you.”
Tommy was once again shocked by her declarations as he continued to look at her. Had he known that this self-doubt was what was holding Y/N back from him all this time, he would have corrected her long ago.
Despite whatever reservations she had, the fact was, she was beautiful. Her sunny, bright smile on that pretty face, her cheeks always full and flushed and her eyes so warm. And, yes, she was bigger than some women, her frame not “typical”, but that was the main reason every single man in town struggled to look anywhere but at her when she was around. Those large, full breasts and that curvaceous ass, all of which just begging to be caressed and fondled, and that adorable little tummy that every man wanted to wrap their arms around. Y/N's body screamed warm, plush, hot sex, and that, combined with her beauty and the sunny aura that always surrounded her, made every single man want her. And when Tommy had gathered that long ago, he’d immediately set every single one of them straight.
He’d made one warning, and one warning only: Y/N was his. So much as look at her too long, and she’d be the last thing you’d see before you’d be staring down the barrel of Tommy’s gun. And while he’d given Y/N time due to thinking her reservations came from elsewhere, that didn’t mean she was up for grabs until she finally came around. No. She was spoken for, and not a single person had better forget it.
Unfortunately, however, Tommy now realized that an unintentional side effect of his stern warning was that Y/N thought the lack of male attention she received was due to her looks, her body. No doubt also that the other women, who’d always been jealous of the lingering glances she’d receive, had filled her head with false ideas that she was undesirable as a way to make themselves feel better. Plenty of jealousy had been sparked when Y/N first started coming around The Garrison more often; other women’s beaus and husband’s eyes were drawn to her frequently.
Back in the present, Tommy now relished hearing that Y/N did, in fact, have feelings for him, too, and now that she’d admitted it, it was his turn to finally make his view on her clear.
“You need to get over me, do you?” he said to her.
Her head still down, Y/N blushed once more.
“Stop it, Tommy,” she said.
“What if I don’t want you to get over me? Because I have no intention of getting over you,” Tommy continued. “In fact, my only thought whenever you're around is getting you under me, love.”
Suddenly looking up at Tommy, Y/N’s eyes widened for a split second before she then narrowed them, and then she was on her feet in an instant, rounding the couch and hastily heading for the door.
“You’re an ass, you know that?” she said over her shoulder as she walked away from him. “Goodnight, Tommy. Good luck finding yourself a new maid.”
Without looking back, Y/N hastily headed for the front hallway and retrieved her coat, quickly grabbing it from the closet and attempting to shrug into it as she made her way to the front door. Forget the fact that she had no gloves, no hat, no other protection from the snow that was now heavily falling from the blackened night sky. She wouldn't stick around only for Tommy to keep teasing her.
As he himself quickly exited the parlor after her, Tommy saw Y/N near the front door as she struggled to slip into her coat. In her haste to leave, she'd slipped her arm into the wrong sleeve, and she was stalled as she removed the coat and tried again. But before she could get her other arm in, Tommy was grabbing the empty sleeve and pulling her back towards him, gripping her around the waist as she wrestled in his arms.
"Let go of me, Tommy! I'm leaving!" she said loudly as she tried to push his chest away.
"No, you're not, love," Tommy declared, and when she fought him again, he gripped her tighter.
"Stop it, Tommy!"
"You're not leaving this house, you're not going out in that storm, and you're not walking away when you've got everything wrong," Tommy said.
"I don't," Y/N insisted.
"You do," Tommy countered. "Because if you think for one minute that you fall under the category of undesirable in any way, you need to fucking be set straight."
"Why are you doing this?" Y/N asked him in exasperation, momentarily stopping resisting him.
"Because I now realize that while I made it very clear early on to everyone exactly who you belong to, I see it caused you some misconceptions."
"Who I belong to?" Y/N replied then, her brow furrowing in confusion as she shook her head. "I don't belong to anybody. Nobody even wants me."
"Wrong again, love, on both points," Tommy said.
"I’m not anybody’s. Not a man in this town even looks at me," Y/N continued.
At that, Tommy smirked.
"And why do you think that is, love?"
She made a face and narrowed her eyes that he was still at this.
"I already told you — we both know why."
"Yes, I do," Tommy replied then. "It's because I made it known from the start that if any other man so much as glanced in your general direction too long, they'd be making quick acquaintance with the business end of my gun."
Her expression once again one of confusion, Y/N just shook her head again as she looked back at Tommy.
"What are you talking about?" she asked.
"No other man in this town looks at you, Y/N, because they know you belong to me," Tommy clarified. "You're my girl, Y/N, and I made that clear a long time ago. I made sure that every man in this town knows that any attention they pay you is their ticket to going six feet under."
Searching Tommy's eyes for just a moment, Y/N's own eyes were narrowed in doubt.
"You're lying," she said.
"Ask your brother," Tommy replied with confidence. "Ask Harry. Both of them have been tasked with giving the frequent reminder that you're mine, and getting rid of any man at The Garrison who appreciates you too much when I'm not around. Why else do you think you've never again seen any of the piss-offs who've ever tried chatting you up, Y/N? It's because I gave them a knock around and a permanent eviction as soon as I found out."
Processing what Tommy was saying, Y/N realized that it was true that the few men who ever had approached her at The Garrison were never seen again. She'd always assumed it was because they'd sobered up and come to their senses about her, but apparently, it was because they'd been beaten with the warning that she was very much spoken for, and everyone else was smart enough to leave her alone, knowing she was Tommy’s.
But she still couldn’t believe it.
"You’re lying," Y/N accused again.
"I'm not, love," Tommy said with finality, holding her gaze. And even though the look in his eyes appeared alarmingly sincere, it was what he said next that confirmed it for Y/N.
“You can even ask Ada; she was there the very first time I made it clear to everyone within earshot who you belong to.”
At that, Y/N’s eyebrows rose and she was momentarily without a response. Ada was her oldest friend — the two women had known each other long before their brothers ever became acquainted. And Ada never lied to her.
Shaking her head again after a beat, Y/N was still in Tommy’s hold as she spoke again.
“You…why…why, Tommy?”
“I told you, love,” Tommy replied. “I don’t like sharing.”
Y/N shook her head.
“No, not… I mean, why…” she paused for a brief moment to glance around the room in thought and then clarified her question. “How could you ever want me? Why would you ever want me?”
At her sincere disbelief and questioning, Tommy realized he’d have a long way to go in building up Y/N’s self-esteem and reassuring her just how perfect she was. But he was more than happy to accept that challenge.
“The more appropriate question, love, is why wouldn’t I?” Tommy replied as he held her eyes.
“No,” Y/N replied again. “You’re lying.”
At that, Tommy gave her another challenging look and paused for a moment before he then reached forward and grabbed her wrist. Pulling Y/N’s hand towards his lower half, she watched with wide eyes as he laid her palm over his crotch and pressed her hand against his hardening cock.
“Does that feel like I’m lying, love?” Tommy asked her, his voice low and his eyes burning into hers.
“Tommy…” Y/N whispered, her eyes still wide as her fingers twitched over his pants. Her heart was pounding again and she suddenly felt so taken aback…and so aroused. But she was still in disbelief.
“This is what you cause every time I’m around you, Y/N, and I’ve wanted you for years. But it’s more than that. I care for you, love, and I always have. And it’s because this warmth and beauty inside here,” Tommy indicated to Y/N’s heart with a soft tap to her chest, “matched with this warmth and beauty,” he then stroked her cheek with his thumb to indicate her face, “and this warmth and beauty,” he lowered his hand and slowly ran his palm to smooth over and squeeze the bump of her ass, “is all a deadly combination that’s had me from day one. I care for you, love," he repeated, "and I want you."
At each touch and word Tommy was saying, Y/N’s heart was alternating between pounding and skipping beats in sheer disbelief at what was happening. But after his last sentence, she found herself admitting back to him once more what she’d revealed earlier.
“I care for you, too, Tommy. I…I’ve always wished…” She paused and looked down before meeting his eyes again. “But I’m not—"
“You say once more that you’re not desirable, love, and I’ll find some very interesting ways to shut you up,” Tommy cut her off. “You’re fucking beautiful, love, beautiful. Inside and out. And every other man thinks so, too, but they know better than to test my warning.”
“But I’m…I’m too fat," Y/N said then, unable to stop herself. "I’m not slim, not dainty. And no matter how much I try, I can’t change that.”
“I don’t want you to change that, love,” Tommy replied as he released her wrist and wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist again. “Because you’re perfect. You’re not too big; you’re beautiful. Every single curve, every single bit of you is divine, and there’s not another woman anywhere who inspires more vividly sexy, sinful thoughts in every man who looks at her."
Seeing Y/N’s face flush once more at his words, Tommy pressed her closer into him and spoke softly.
“What do you think I want: an unsatisfying brush of cold, uninviting skin and bones, or a handful of warm, plump, tempting flesh that I can hold against me and worship?”
As Tommy finished, Y/N’s eyes were darting to his as he squeezed her gently.
“You’re beautiful, Y/N. Every inch, inside and out. And I want all of you.”
Before Y/N could answer, Tommy leaned forward and hovered over her mouth for a moment as he held her eyes, and then her lashes were quickly fluttering downward as she closed her eyes and Tommy pressed his lips to hers in a gentle, assuring kiss.
Her mind went blank as he kissed her, and all she could do was welcome his lips against hers as she remained close against him. Being held by Tommy felt so good, and when he gently yet commandingly intensified the kiss, Y/N was lifting her arms to his biceps to hold onto them for support. She felt like her knees were going weak, and when Tommy moved his mouth along hers a final time before beginning to pull away, Y/N thought she was going to melt when he kept his face close to hers and darted his tongue out to run it over her lips, as if tasting her.
"If you don't want this love, I won't go any further, but just know that there's nothing about you that isn't divine," he said to her quietly.
At Tommy's words, her heart melted, and despite her lingering self-doubt and also near disbelief that this was happening, Y/N couldn't say no. She wanted him, wanted him to take her, and as she looked back at Tommy, the pull was too strong to allow her self-criticism to win the argument. But instead of replying with any words, Y/N simply held his gaze for a moment before then leaning forward and joining their lips again.
With Y/N's clear consent, Tommy was moving them in an instant. His kiss now urgent and possessive, he pulled her with him as they walked back towards the staircase, their lips still together as they bumped into the banister. Y/N made a noise as the collision caused them to momentarily part, and Tommy grabbed her hand then and led her up the staircase, heading for his bedroom and pulling Y/N along close behind him. As they made it to his doorway and he could see her nervous bashfulness, he once again asked her.
"Do you want this, love?" he said as he lifted his hands to her face and made her look at him.
"Yes," Y/N whispered, still clearly nervous but nodding her head.
"Because I'll warn you right now, once we start, I'm not going to be able to stop."
Her heart was thudding in her chest at Tommy's words, but Y/N still nodded once more as she replied.
"I won't want you to," she said.
At that, something changed in Tommy's eyes, and he hastily pushed Y/N the rest of the way through the doorframe before closing and locking the door behind them. Afterwards, he immediately pulled her to him again, and their lips joined once more in a heated kiss as Tommy walked her to the bed.
"I've wanted my hands full of you for-fucking-ever," Tommy growled against Y/N's mouth as he felt her lift her arms and wrap them around his neck. His hands skimmed up the sides of her torso over her blouse as she did, and then Tommy was roughly gripping the fabric of her blouse in his hands and pulling it free from the waistband of her skirt. As he lifted his hands to then begin opening her buttons, Tommy groaned as he felt Y/N's fingers flexing against his scalp, and then suddenly gripping his shoulders with a squeak as he shoved his face into the curve of her neck and bit at her skin.
"Tommy..." she gasped after her squeal of surprise. His bite was sharp yet arousing, and Y/N felt her nipples hardening at the sensation as she could feel his breath fanning over where he'd just nipped her.
"Keep saying my name, love, and I’ll only need more,” Tommy threatened her with another groan from deep in his chest, and Y/N was tilting her head automatically to give him even more access to her neck.
His hands swiftly opening the buttons of her blouse, Tommy was then immediately looking down to finally feast his eyes on her chest beneath the fabric. As he opened the blouse and pushed it down her arms, his cock was stiffening to the point of painful as he saw the large, full, plump flesh of her breasts heaving within the cups of her bra. Her skin was glowing and her nipples were piercing the fabric in anticipation, and as Tommy lowered his eyes further and saw the smooth, rounded curves of her belly and hips at the waistband of her skirt, he was quickly lowering his hands again to shed her of the garment.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Y/N was still mildly aware of her body as she felt Tommy begin to undress her, and she had to fight the urge to try and cover herself as he removed her clothes. But when she felt him eagerly run his hands over her bare skin, she momentarily forgot about it as she was distracted by the wonderfully pleasureable feeling of Tommy’s fingers dipping into her flesh.
As he touched her bare skin, Tommy brought his lips to Y/N’s and kissed her once more, but as her arms were once again lifting to his neck, he stopped her, grabbing her hands and placing them on his chest instead. He then parted from her lips and looked at her.
“Your turn, love,” he said lowly, and he guided her fingers to his shirt buttons and encouraged her to start opening them. As she did, he quickly grabbed her waist and pulled her even closer against him, pressing his bulge into her and letting her feel exactly what she inspired in him as he watched her work his shirt while she stood there in just her undergarments.
Y/N’s fingers were shaky as she worked at Tommy’s buttons, and her breathing was unsteady, which she was sure he could hear. She still was in shock that this was happening, but when Tommy pulled her closer and pressed his stiffness into her, she couldn’t help but rock against him as she finished opening his shirt. Once she did, she pushed it off and down his arms, and when she paused at the white undershirt that was beneath it, Tommy spoke and squeezed her hips in encouragement.
“Keep going, love,” he said, and as he did, he reached up behind her and began to loosen her bra.
Her heart pounding, Y/N gripped a handful of the fabric and pulled Tommy’s undershirt from the waistband of his pants before then slipping her hands beneath the hem and slowly pushing it up. Her palms glided over his toned torso as she did, and after Tommy momentarily lifted his hands away from her body to raise his arms and allow her to remove his shirt, he immediately returned his hands to her upper back to finish undoing her bra.
Y/N couldn’t help herself as her eyes roamed over Tommy’s body in appreciation. He was gorgeously toned and sexy, and she was reminded of just how many times she’d dreamt of him holding her against that firm chest. Uncontrollably, she lifted her hands to him and laid her palms over his pecs, then ran her hands over his entire torso as her eyes continued to feast on him.
Smiling to himself at Y/N’s clear eagerness to touch him, Tommy then spoke again.
“Maybe she doesn’t need much encouragement after all,” he said in a teasing voice, and Y/N then met his eyes with a deep blush and began pulling her hands away.
“I didn’t say stop, love,” Tommy shook his head as she retracted, then grabbed her hands and replaced them on his chest. He then leaned forward and kissed her again as he slipped his hands to her back once more and undid the final fasten of her bra, tugging the material from her back and then slipping his hands to her front to pull it fully off of her.
Y/N parted from Tommy’s lips and her heart was pounding as she felt him pull her bra from her body. As he did, he put more space between them to allow himself to look at her, and as his eyes landed on her breasts, Y/N couldn’t help but feel the blush creep over her entire body as she watched Tommy gaze at her chest, and after a moment of him staring but saying nothing, she self-consciously lifted her arms to hug her chest for cover.
Tommy wasn’t certain which were hungrier, his eyes or his hands, as Y/N’s breasts were finally revealed to him. He’d fantasized about her big, beautiful mounds for ages, and now that she was bare in front of him, he didn’t know how he wanted to experience her first. But as he realized Y/N was making to cover herself, he was snapped out of it, and he knew he needed to get her in his bed before she had any second thoughts.
Reaching up and quickly grabbing Y/N's arms, Tommy pulled them away from her chest and then pressed himself against her as he held her wrists.
"You're not hiding from me, love," he said to her lowly. "You're going to let me see every inch of you."
And with that, Tommy bent down and swept one arm under her knees and slipped the other behind her waist, picking her up and all but throwing her onto the bed. Y/N gave out a short shriek of surprise, and she hadn't even registered what had happened when she felt the mattress dip beneath her as she landed with a soft bounce onto the bed. But as she collected herself, her immediate thought was disbelief at the ease with which Tommy had picked her up and tossed her. It was as if she weighed nothing, and she was still processing that fact as she rested back on her elbows and looked up to meet Tommy's eyes as he watched her from the edge of the bed.
Tommy had smiled to himself as he'd heard Y/N's little shriek, a clear mixture of surprise yet thrill, and it was with enjoyable ease that he'd picked her up and tossed her onto his bed, the idea of doing so having crossed his mind countless times before. But the smile soon left his face and he was consumed with raw lust instead as he watched the glorious bouncing of her beautiful tits as she landed on the mattress. The actual vision was, of course, better than any fantasy he'd conjured up — and he'd conjured up plenty — of seeing her plush tits bouncing and her pink nipples peaked in arousal. And as his eyes traveled up her chest to her face and he met her gaze, Tommy saw the shy yet clear want in Y/N's expression, and he began to remove his pants. Not wanting to leave her alone on that bed for long, Tommy quickly shed his pants, his stiff cock tenting his boxers beneath, and he swiftly climbed onto the bed after her.
Watching Tommy remove his pants as he looked at her the way he was, Y/N's heart was pounding and she felt nearly scared at the primal look in Tommy's eyes. But she was quickly distracted by the obvious strain of his cock fighting against his boxers, leaving little to the imagination as his thick shaft was outlined in the thin white fabric. Immediately, Y/N felt a needy throbbing between her legs, and she squeezed her thighs together as she rested back on her elbows and looked at Tommy again. The silent pull between them had him quickly climbing onto the bed to join her, and before she knew it, Tommy was knelt between her legs and lowering himself to her face as he connected their lips in a possessive kiss. No longer thinking about hiding herself as she felt the warmth of Tommy over her, Y/N tilted her head further back and arched herself upwards in eager reciprocation of his kiss. As Tommy lowered himself further to her and she sank deeper into the mattress, Y/N could feel the brush of his chest against her nipples, and she suddenly found herself lifting one of her arms to wrap around Tommy's neck and pull him even closer to her.
As his mouth consumed hers, Tommy was soon smiling again against Y/N's lips as he felt her wrap her arm around his neck and needily pull him closer to her. He relished the sensation of her soft breasts pressing and molding to his bare chest, and Tommy lifted one of his own arms to Y/N's face as he continued to kiss her and stroked her cheek before then grasping her chin in his fingers and pulling away from her lips.
As Tommy suddenly grasped her chin and pulled away from her mouth, Y/N was involuntarily chasing after him, wanting more, her lips still poised for another kiss and her head lifting off the mattress to seek him, but Tommy's grasp on her chin tightened ever so slightly, and Y/N was whimpering and then opening her eyes to meet his gaze as he held her face and spoke.
"I'm sorry, love; I'm not keen on depriving you. But I'm afraid it's my time to be selfish and allow myself to feast on what I've been hungry for for ages."
With a brief pause, Tommy released Y/N's chin and lowered his hands to her hips. He began to unclip her stockings from her garter belt as he then continued speaking.
"I want everything gone, and only you left," he said as he peeled her first stocking down her leg. His fingers squeezed her thigh, her calf, her ankle on the way down, and when he had the stocking removed, Tommy continued on to Y/N's opposite leg as he spoke in that authoritative, decisive tone that was so sexy and controlled and made Y/N feel completely helpless to him in the best way possible.
After removing her first stocking, Tommy repeated his work on Y/N's opposite leg, and as her foot arched as he pulled the stocking off her, he affectionately squeezed her ankle again before trailing his eyes back up her leg to her thighs. Her legs now fully bare, Tommy could feel his cock stiffen further as he took in the sight of her thick, plush, flawless thighs, her flesh dimpled and warm and the apex between them calling to him. In an instant, his hands were on her, squeezing her thighs in hungry arousal as he relished the way her glowing skin filled his hands, his fingers dipping and massaging her as he groaned a curse.
"Fucking divine," Y/N heard Tommy mutter as he pawed and gripped at her thighs, feeling his hands caress her in rough adoration. There was plenty for him to get his hands on, but to Y/N's continued surprise, Tommy seemed to enjoy the handfuls of her that he was helping himself to, and when he then released his tight grip on her and instead flattened and smoothed his palms slowly up her thighs, her core was throbbing again and her heart skipped once more as she heard the words he spoke next.
"Do you know how long I've wanted to sink my cock between these beautiful thighs? Hm?" Tommy slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of her underwear and garter belt as he spoke, and he kept his eyes squarely aimed at the apex of her thighs as he pulled them down and off her, continuing as he dropped them to the floor. "And this perfect little cunt. Do you know how long I've wanted to bury myself inside you, love?"
It was the metaphorical icing on the cake, her lush, pretty little mound finally bared to him as well, beautifully ready for him between those thick, warm thighs. As he looked down at her, a devilish smile once again appeared on Tommy's face as he noticed Y/N suddenly attempt to squeeze her thighs together and whimper once more in need, but him kneeling between her legs kept her from giving herself the friction she was seeking.
Tommy's words were causing an insanely debilitating need in Y/N, and her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she watched him rake his gaze over her lower half and lick his lips like a hungry animal. Under his gaze, for the first time ever, instead of feeling self-conscious and ashamed of her body, Y/N felt sexy and desirable, and as Tommy spoke of how badly he'd always wanted her just as she was, she felt her arousal intensify like she'd never experienced before.
Unable to help herself, she was seeking friction, desperate for Tommy to touch her but left with trying to squeeze her thighs together, which, of course, wasn't possible with him kneeling between her legs. In desperation, Y/N let out a strained whimper, and when she did, Tommy lifted his eyes from her lower half to her face and he gave her that devilish smile that always made her stomach flip and her panties dampen.
“Tommy…” she couldn’t stop herself from whining.
His smile widening at the beautifully erotic sound of her whimpering his name, Tommy tormented her.
"Was there something you needed, love?" he asked her teasingly as she looked back up at him, and she pursed her lips as she arched her hips up towards him.
"Please, Tommy," she mewled quietly, not certain that her voice would work if she spoke any louder. And when she saw the mischievous grin on Tommy’s face, Y/N’s heart skipped another beat.
“The problem is, love, that you’re so fucking perfect everywhere, that I’m afraid you’re just going to have to be patient while I get my fill,” he replied. And when Y/N whined again, he bent down and hovered over her again, his lips just centimeters from hers as he finished. “Like I said, I want every inch of you.”
Pressing his lips to hers then, Tommy felt Y/N moan into his mouth as they kissed, but it didn’t last long before he was pulling away and slipping an arm beneath her.
“Let me see that luscious ass,” he said lowly.
Flipping her over, Y/N squealed again as Tommy put her on her stomach beneath him, her face now meeting the pillow as her naked backside was displayed to him. Immediately, she heard Tommy groan above her and she instantly felt his palms on her cheeks.
The sight of Y/N’s naked ass was nearly as delicious as the front of her, and as Tommy’s eyes landed on her curvy cheeks and he saw the way they jiggled as he moved her, he was immediately filling his palms with her. His hands running over her cheeks, he was pinching and squeezing her in handfuls, admiring the way her skin would dimple and then rise with goosebumps as he caressed her. Once more taking two handfuls of her, he massaged her ass again with a combination of gentle and rough kneads of his fingers. Tommy continued to admire the way her plush skin glowed and warmed under his hands, and he felt his cock throbbing as he watched Y/N involuntarily rock her hips and arch her ass upwards towards him slightly in search of more.
Groaning, Tommy slid one hand up to grip her hip before retracting his other hand momentarily and then shocking Y/N as he quickly planted a harsh slap to her right cheek.
"Eeeeep!" Y/N squealed in surprise and a mix of pleasure and pain.
Hearing her, Tommy grinned wickedly again as he slapped her other cheek, eliciting from her the same shriek once more.
"What's wrong, love? Too hard?" He then slapped both her cheeks another time, relishing in her outcry once more and also at seeing her skin redden from the smack of his palm. Thoroughly enjoying the marks he was temporarily painting on her and watching the way her curvy ass jiggled with each smack, Tommy slapped her a final time before he then leaned forward over her. His chest pressed into her back, he whispered in her ear as he rocked his hips against her bottom, his cock prodding her.
"With the way you're arching this gorgeous ass up to me, I would think this is exactly what you want, eh? In fact, something tells me that if I do a little exploring, I'll find the evidence between your legs."
Y/N's arousal was indescribable at this point as she felt the firm warmth of Tommy pressing into her back, his hot, stiff cock and his toned chest sending a heatwave through her. And as he whispered to her in that low, sexy voice and his lips brushed the shell of her ear, she was turning her head into him over her shoulder even more as she simultaneously arched against him again.
Although she couldn't see them, Y/N could feel the lingering heat of Tommy's handprints on her ass cheeks. The way he'd smacked her had been so arousing, the pleasure-pain causing even more slickness between her thighs, and she felt her cheeks flush as Tommy accurately accused her of exactly that. Soon, she was gasping instead of shrieking as she felt Tommy soothingly run his palms over her ass before then trailing lower between her legs from behind, his fingers finding and stroking over her slick folds, running up and down her slit as he spread her wetness.
"There it is, just as I thought," Tommy whispered once more, his head still over her shoulder and his lips brushing her ear again. "And one thing I'm sure of is that this little pussy is going to be even more divine than this ass."
Y/N's heart was pounding, and as she felt Tommy stroke over her slit once more, she was gasping, but it was when he dipped forward further and pinched her clit that she was whimpering and then releasing a shaky breath, coiling back into Tommy's chest as she whispered his name again.
"Tommy..."
Relishing the plentiful wetness coating his fingers, Tommy smiled to himself yet again as he felt Y/N coil back into him and whimper desperately as he pinched her bud. When he then heard her breathlessly whisper his name again, he felt the erotic pride and desire run through him, and he lifted his free hand then to grasp her chin again and pull her head backwards towards him. Greedily covering her mouth with his, he kissed her with rough hunger, Y/N's lips moving with his and welcoming his kiss with her own eagerness.
Every single word Tommy spoke and every single touch he gave her had Y/N melting more and more by the second, and she was fairly certain she'd be reduced to a puddle beneath him before too long, only capable of desperate sounds and more slickness as he continued to touch her. And when he grabbed her chin over her shoulder and kissed her again, she was dying to turn over and have easier access to him.
Feeling Y/N attempting to turn beneath him, Tommy finally released her chin and parted from her lips, and their eyes met over her shoulder. As he spoke, he continued from where he last left off.
"But as divine as I know this little cunt will be, there's still one more part of you I haven't gotten my fill of yet."
Tommy then slipped an arm under her soft belly and flipped her once more, bringing her on her back again beneath him. As Y/N's hair fanned out behind her and her front was on display to him once more, Tommy corrected himself as his eyes once again landed on her big, gorgeous tits.
"Well, actually, two more parts of you." And with that, Tommy was immediately filling his hands with Y/N's tits once more. But after only a moment of feeling her plump flesh and stiff nipples beneath his palms, Tommy was then lowering his face to her chest and replacing one of his hands with his mouth as he pressed a kiss to her left breast and then sucked her nipple hungrily into his mouth.
Immediately upon feeling Tommy's lips surrounding her nipple, Y/N was moaning again, her back now arching up as she lifted a hand to the back of Tommy's head and scratched at his scalp as he swirled his tongue over her peak. He alternated between sucking her nipple and moving his mouth to press kisses all over her breast, and he massaged and squeezed her other breast with his free hand before then eventually switching, his mouth now working her right breast as his hand engulfed her left.
Whether it was with his hands or his mouth, Tommy was at no risk of going hungry, Y/N's large breasts filling his palms and his mouth and giving him all of her that he'd yearned to feast on for so long. Still, he was certain this would only be a temporary fill, as he knew he'd never get enough of her.
Briefly releasing her from his mouth, Tommy moved to cup both of Y/N's breasts in his hands, massaging them before then pushing them together and burying his face in her plump, warm mounds.
As Y/N felt Tommy grasp her breasts and then bury his face in between them, she affectionately stroked through his hair again, her fingers running over his scalp and through his locks as she watched him drown himself in her breasts. With each little kiss and bite he gave her, she was arching up for more, and when she slid her hand from Tommy's scalp to his face and stroked his cheek, Tommy lifted his head and met Y/N's eyes. Holding her gaze momentarily, the mutual feelings between them went unspoken but not unsaid before Tommy rose to her face and adoringly connecting their lips once more.
Affectionately stroking Tommy's cheek, Y/N was yearning for his mouth on hers again, and when he looked at her and she felt that connection between them, he was quickly following it up with the kiss she was silently begging for. As her arms wrapped around his shoulders as he leaned into her more, Y/N was soon rocking against him again and spreading her legs wider, but when Tommy felt her do so, he pulled away from her mouth, Y/N leaning forward after him.
"I'm just as eager as you are, love," he said, "but I'm still not done with these." He cupped her breasts again as he finished, and he encouraged Y/N to lay back against the pillows again before he resumed his work on her chest.
Sinking into the pillows, Y/N didn't know whether she wanted to scream in thrill or frustration, wanting Tommy everywhere. But as soon as she felt his hands, and then his mouth on her breasts again, her mind went blank.
Tommy surrounded her with his lips yet again, once more eagerly taking her nipples into his mouth turn after turn, hungrily sucking her and squeezing her, alternating between kisses and bites to her flesh, drowning in her breasts. Moans constantly escaped Y/N as Tommy repeatedly sucked and nipped her, and it finally came to a point where Y/N was pushed from the edge of pleasure to pain, the skin of her breasts bright red and her nipples raw from Tommy's greedy consumption. When he briefly pulled away but then made to go back in, Y/N was mewling a protest and roughly threading her fingers through the longer hair at the top of his head, gripping it tightly and pushing him away as she whined.
"Tommy, please, stop! No more," she protested desperately, still pushing his head back as she squirmed beneath him. "It hurts!"
Smiling, Tommy pushed his head into her touch, spurring her on.
"You seemed to thoroughly be enjoying it a moment ago, love," he said. He knew he was working her raw, but a part of him loved it. He'd always wanted to get Y/N to these desperate points of her almost regretting it before he found a new way to pleasure her.
"Tommy..." Y/N groaned again in a beg for respite. "It's too much now. It hurts. Please!"
Humming out a laugh, Tommy took the momentary loosening of her grip on his hair to go back in on her chest one last time, giving each of her nipples a final harsh bite, at which Y/N cried out and tried to turn her body away from him. But Tommy quickly grabbed her wrists and held her down beneath him, then hovered over her as their eyes met and he spoke.
"Then there's only one place left for me to go, love," he said lowly with that devilish grin yet again. And as Y/N met his eyes and then felt him release her wrists, her heart skipped as she watched him slowly lower himself down her front.
Tommy relished the clearly desirous look on Y/N’s face as she watched him begin to lower to her stomach and she bit her lip in want. But he himself was quickly distracted by the adorably plump little rolls of her belly, her skin flawless and glowing in the warm light of the room. Soon enough, he’d spend plenty of time with his arms wrapped around her stomach, softly tickling and adoringly squeezing her as he held her against him. But for now, he proceeded to place adoring kisses along her stomach, enjoying the soft, beautiful warmth of her skin.
Once again, at Tommy’s touch, Y/N felt not self-conscious, but sexy and wanted. The way he took his time and sought all of her, and the clear enjoyment and arousal he got out of it, made her feel like she never had before. And when he once more repeated his appreciation as he moved from her stomach and went even lower, she could see the primal lust in his eyes.
“The sweetest, most beautiful little cunt,” Tommy said in adoration as he lifted a hand and lightly traced a finger through the trimmed hair of her mound, “between the most luscious, gorgeous thighs,” he continued as he then lifted his hands to the waistband of his boxers. Finally, he pulled them down, shedding them and revealing his thick, stunning cock, and then lifting his eyes to Y/N once more. “And I’m going to enjoy every fucking second of finally sinking my cock between them.”
Her eyes widening and her pussy throbbing at the sight of Tommy’s cock, Y/N couldn’t drag her eyes away right away, and it wasn’t until Tommy grabbed her knees and spread her legs further apart that she looked at him again and her heart pounded.
“Tell me to stop, love,” Tommy said to her, offering Y/N a final chance to change her mind, but internally begging her not to. And when she bit her lip again and merely rocked her hips in silent encouragement, Tommy’s heart pounded.
“Please, Tommy,” she then whispered. “More.”
At that, Tommy lost the temporary gentle consideration he’d had only a moment ago, and he roughly gripped Y/N’s ankles and pulled her further down the bed, closer to him and dropping her legs on either side of his knees. He then grabbed her hips and sank his fingers into her skin as he lifted her lower half up to meet his and then slammed his cock inside her with no further warning.
Immediately upon Tommy entering her, Y/N was crying out in sheer pleasure as her eyes simultaneously rolled to the back of her head and she reached up to grip the bedsheets around her. His cock filled her to the brim, and she felt like she was on the verge of tears as Tommy began to move inside her, thrusting in and out in raw need and determination as Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed tightly in an effort to try and hold herself steady.
The sight of his cock sinking inside her, those soft, thick thighs and the clench of her pussy surrounding him, combined with the way Y/N’s entire body shook as he slammed inside her, had Tommy feeling the most intense primal arousal he ever had before. Seeing her adorable little belly ripple with every thrust and her breasts — still red and raw from the attention he’d paid them — bouncing with each little movement had him needing to fuck her harder and faster, wanting to take her so hard that she’d still be shaking even after they were done. Y/N’s beautiful face was scrunched up in pleasure, her hands clenching the sheets above her as she cried out again when Tommy grabbed her hips once more and looked down to watch his cock slipping in and out of her. Her arousal coated him and her lower half dragged back with him every time he pulled away, and then roughly shifted forward with her whole body rippling again as he thrusted back into her.
Outside of the fulfilling pleasure he was making her feel, Y/N was vaguely aware of how hard Tommy was taking her, and she had the distant thought that they may very well break the bed if he kept going the way he was. But when he slammed into her again and then used the pad of his thumb to expertly rub her clit, she was quickly thoughtless as she arched up and moaned in pleasure, meeting his next thrust with her own movement in search of the same friction once more. The way Tommy tenderly stroked her swollen bud with the precisely perfect touch was a contrasting but complimentary bliss to the way he was so roughly pounding in and out of her.
As he kept going, Tommy used his free hand to skim over Y/N’s sweet thighs and adorable belly, once again relishing the sight of the way her skin would warm and dimple at each touch and how the movements between the two of them had her flesh rippling and her breasts bouncing heavily. Tommy had no ability to slow down, and somewhere in the back of his mind, he took incredible pleasure in knowing that he now finally had Y/N and would have plenty of opportunities to show her how he’d just as easily make her shake just as violently when he’d draw everything out and take her with tormentingly slow intention. But not tonight. Tonight, he wouldn’t be able to take things slower even if he wanted to. Finally having her like this was just too much.
As Tommy continued to work her, Y/N gradually found herself almost breathless and her heart nearly pounding out of her chest. Her efforts to meet Tommy at his pace while also keeping herself steady was taking all the strength she had. That, combined with the way he was so perfectly filling her and so divinely attacking her clit had her feverishly panting and unable to string even one word together beneath him.
“To-...Tom-..Tommy!” Y/N was finally able to pant out as she felt her entire body within reach of the metaphorical finish line. And when Tommy responded with a thrust so violent that Y/N was reaching up to hold her own breasts still, Tommy quickly smacked her hands out of the way with his own, making her release herself and giving him the full view he wanted as he brought her over the edge. And as Y/N gave out a high moan in release, her sound combined with the image of her entire body quaking beneath him was enough to take Tommy to the finish line as well, loudly groaning out a curse followed by her name, going until he felt himself completely empty inside her, and only then did he finally begin to gradually slow himself down.
The euphoric pleasure that washed over her entire body had Y/N momentarily paralyzed as she came down from her high, and she could do nothing but watch above her and continue to violently slide back and forth on the sheets as Tommy took the last of what he needed from her to reach his own finish. When he did, the warmth of his cum inside her and the way he loudly groaned a curse chased by her name as his handsome face was twisted in pleasure had Y/N’s heart pounding again rather than slowing down, and her stomach flipped in erotic thrill as Tommy opened his eyes and met hers as he thrusted into her a final time and she felt the last of his release warmly coat her insides.
The softly lit room suddenly falling contrastingly quiet to the desperate and pleasured noises that had been ringing through it just moments before, Y/N’s still heavy panting and Tommy’s rough, unsteady exhales were now the only sounds. And after another moment of looking at each other as their chests rose and fell, Tommy finally slowly pulled himself out of Y/N and leaned forward over her, once more skimming his hands over her skin as he connected their lips for a kiss.
Y/N lifted her eyes to watch Tommy as he leaned over her, each of them still catching their breath as he brought his lips to hers and kissed her while running his palms appreciatively over her skin yet again. Y/N had to pull away from him for breath after a moment, and Tommy smiled against her lips as he heard her shakily exhale and then inhale again, each of them feeling the other’s heart pounding against their chests. But when Tommy slid his palm down the side of Y/N’s bare thigh and then gave it a playful yet possessive smack, she was soon smiling back against his lips as she felt him then caress and squeeze her in the same spot he’d just slapped her.
After a final kiss, Tommy moved himself behind Y/N, slipping his arm around her waist and pulling her against him to spoon her as he helped himself to her neck while alternating between squeezing her belly and cupping her breasts. When he kissed her neck once again and moved his fingers along her left breast to pinch her nipple, Y/N released a small squeak of pain, her breasts and nipples still incredibly tender from how enthusiastically Tommy had enjoyed them.
“Still sore, love?” he teased her, speaking softly against her neck but already knowing the answer.
Giggling, Y/N grabbed Tommy’s hand and stopped him just before he made for her other nipple, then smacked his hand when he still tried to get to her.
“Stop it, Tommy,” she said with a smile. “You know what you did, and I don’t think I’m going to be able to move for a while, let alone work. So you better hope the rest of this house doesn’t get too dusty while I recover.”
“That’s the least of my worries, love,” Tommy replied as he skimmed his hand along her bare thigh. “In fact, I couldn’t care less about a day’s worth of dust if that's all that stands between me and you.”
Giggling again, Y/N replied.
“Well, with the way that all just happened, you may need someone to step in and take over the work, as I reckon it’ll take more than just a day for the soreness to subside.”
Pulling her even closer, Tommy answered with his voice once again playful but possessive.
“All the better, love. You can spend the next few days recovering at The Garrison.”
“Hmm?” Y/N hummed in question as she turned her head slightly over her shoulder towards Tommy. “Why would I spend the next few days there?”
“Because we may as well kill two birds with one stone and have you recover while resting squarely in the middle of my lap at a table front and center.”
Tommy then moved his mouth closer to Y/N and let his lips brush the shell of her ear again as he finished.
“After all,” he said, “I think it’s high time I not only tell, but finally show every man in this town that you are, in fact, my girl.”
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After spending an extended weekend in Dublin, you stepped into the familiar set again, the echo of footsteps fading into the buzz of production chatter.
The air hummed with energy, the walls adorned with bright lights and intricate props, but today you felt detached.
You had just broken up with your boyfriend after four years of simmering frustration, and the relief mixed with sadness stirred in your chest.
You felt like you had wasted your time with James and this was what hurt you the most.
“Hey,” Cillian’s voice cut through the noise as he approached, those deep blue eyes of his scrutinizing you with an unsettling familiarity.
You plastered on a smile. “Hey Cills, how are you?" you asked, hoping your voice sounded steadier than you felt.
“Not bad,” he replied, eyeing you carefully. “You?" he asked, but sensing that his question barely scratched the surface.
“I’m fine,” you insisted, forcing a laugh. “Just another day on set, right?”
He didn’t buy it. “You don’t look fine,” he said, tilting his head slightly as if trying to peer through the mask you wore.
You shrugged, trying to dismiss his concern. “Well, I am fine enough and, honestly, I don't want to delve into it right now.”
Cillian narrowed his eyes, one eyebrow twitching upwards, his expression a blend of skepticism and genuine care. “You know, sometimes it helps to talk. I’m here if you want to...”
You shook your head, forcing a light-hearted tone. “You’d just get bored listening to my silly problems.”
“Hardly,” he replied, his voice lowering slightly, creating an almost conspiratorial just as the director called for you.
"Your scene is up next,” the director said, waving you over as he paced between the crew and the set. You exchanged a quick glance with Cillian, who offered an encouraging nod before heading back to what he was doing,
As you walked to the set, the weight settled heavier on your shoulders, a reminder of the lingering emotions swirling within you.
Luckily for you, the scenes scheduled for today were simple and straightforward, requiring little more than the scripted banter. You took a breath, adjusting your focus as you prepared for the scene with one of the other actors while Cillian looked on from the distance.
He could see that something was off. Your delivery felt flat, the lines slurring together without the usual spark of life. The actor next to you glanced your way, concern flickering across his features.
“Hey, you alright?” he asked, lowering his voice as the crew set the cameras.
You forced another smile. “Yeah, just a little tired. You know how it is.”
“Sure,” he replied before stepping back as the director called for action again.
“Alright! Let’s roll!” The command sliced through the air, and the familiar hum of the set drowned out the chatter in your mind and, after a few takes, you still managed to pull it off.
Cillian leaned against a nearby wall, his gaze fixed on you, rapt attention painted on his face as he watched the scene unfold. His presence both grounded and unsettled you, simmering underneath your skin. You could almost feel the weight of his gaze, prompting you to deliver each line with precision. The scene ended, and appreciation echoed from the crew.
“Nice work!” the director called out when the scene was wrapped up, clapping his hands together as he walked over.
"Thanks," you replied, though your voice felt distant, barely floating above the whirlpool of thoughts in your mind.
In that moment, Cillian, who had been watching, stepped forward too, an approving smirk stretched across his face. “You nailed that, despite... whatever’s bothering you.”
“Thanks,” you said, trying to keep your tone light.
“So, uhm, what are your plans for dinner tonight?” Cillian’s question cut through the haze of your thoughts, an anchor in the roiling sea of emotion.
You chuckled, a hint of sarcasm lacing your voice. “Instant noodles probably," you stated, your eyes rolling with mock disdain.
“Ah, the gourmet life continues,” Cillian teased, a playful grin presiding over those handsome features.
“Living the dream,” you replied with a dramatic sigh, leaning against a nearby prop like it was a lifeline.
Cillian chuckled, crossing his arms. “How about I save you from a dinner of noodles again and whip something up instead? You look like you can use the company."
The offer lingered in the air, and for a moment, all thoughts of James and the earlier turbulence dissipated. You raised an eyebrow, surprised yet intrigued.
"Are you serious? You want to cook for me? Again?" you eventually asked, a smirk creeping onto your lips.
Cillian shrugged, his confidence unwavering. “Well, I am kind of cooking for myself but you are welcome to join," he said, making it sound as casual as discussing the weather.
“Alright then, I accept,” you replied, unable to suppress a grin before turning your back to the set, the prospect of a dinner with Cillian somehow pulling you away from the chaos of the day.
Once the shoot wrapped, you went back to your place to get changed before making your way to Cillian’s apartment.
Arriving with a bottle of red wine in hand, you felt a flutter of nerves twist in your stomach as you knocked on the door. Having dinner like this, alone, with your best friend's father, felt somewhat absurd.
Cillian opened the door with that effortless charm of his, deep blue eyes sparkling with warmth.
“You made it,” he said, stepping aside to let you in. The aroma of garlic and herbs wrapped around you like a comforting embrace.
“I brought a bottle of red wine. I hope that’s not too weird and inappropriate,” you said, holding it up with a half-hearted laugh.
Cillian waved a hand, dismissing your concern as he took the bottle from your grasp.
“Not weird at all," he said, his smile widening as he uncorked the bottle with practiced ease. “In fact, I appreciate the gesture. It will pair perfectly with my culinary masterpiece.”
You couldn't help but chuckle at his statement, knowing that he was trying to be funny.
“Culinary masterpiece, huh?” you teased, leaning against the kitchen counter, watching as he poured the wine into two glasses, a delicate swirl of crimson capturing the light.
Cillian shot you a playful glance over his shoulder. “Oh yes, just wait until you see my famous spaghetti al pomodoro. A classic, really,” he said, his voice dripping with mock-seriousness as he turned back to the stove, stirring the bubbling pot with a flair that echoed his charm.
“Can you say this again?" you laughed, mocking his pretend Italian accent when he said it.
Cillian laughed, a rich, warm sound that wrapped around you like a cozy blanket.
“Spaghetti al pomodoro," he declared again, waving the wooden spoon like a conductor’s baton.
"Oh god, let's hope you never decide to portray an Italian mobster in a film," you teased, leaning back against the countertop, crossing your arms as you smirked at him.
Cillian turned to face you fully, a glimmer of mischief dancing in his eyes. “You wound me,” he replied, placing a hand on his chest, feigning injury before reaching for a red wine glass and filling it up to the brim, the ruby liquid catching the light as he raised it in a mock toast.
While enjoying your glass of wine, you watched Cillian cook with an effortless grace, each movement fluid and precise as he navigated the kitchen. The scent of simmering garlic filled the air, mingling with fresh basil, wafting toward you.
While he prepared dinner, you talked about everything and nothing, the conversation flowing with an ease that felt rare and welcomed.
iYou discussed books and music, fun topics like the latest films you had binge-watched and the classic bands you both adored.
Your mood was good now after he had made an effort to lighten it but this moment of happiness was short lived when your phone buzzed on the counter, cutting through the laughter like a thunderclap. You glanced at the screen, and instinctively, a frown swept over your features as the name “James” flashed on the screen.
Cillian noticed, his gaze shifting to the phone before landing back on your face, concern lining his features. “Everything okay?”
You snatched the phone up, a sigh escaping your lips as you swiped the screen open.
“It’s just James,” you said, dismissing it with a wave, though you felt your heart rate quicken as you willfully ignored his call.
C illian raised an eyebrow, his expression shifting to a mix of worry and curiosity. “Just James?" he asked, sensing trouble.
"I broke up with him last night,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper as you poured another glass of wine, trying to drown the memories in crimson liquid.
Cillian straightened, his eyes widening slightly. “Last night? Just like that?”
You shrugged, swirling the wine in your glass. “Yeah, it just didn’t feel right anymore. He was jealous, always questioning my choices, my time on set, and it felt suffocating. It's like he resented all the good things happening to me.”
Cillian leaned against the counter, his expression shifting to one of understanding, his posture losing its usual relaxed charm in favor of concern. "After what I have heard over the ye ars, I can’t say I’m surprised," he admitted, his voice gentle. "You probably are better off without someone tying you down like that because, at your age, you really deserve the freedom to chase your dreams."
With a bitter laugh, you responded, “I know, but it took me too long to realse that. I wasted four years of my life with him," you stammered, your voice more shaken now than you intended.
Cillian’s eyes softened. He tilted his head slightly, the warmth in his gaze adding a layer of comfort to the tense atmosphere. “You’re still young though and, at your age, we all make choices that we later question,” he said, his voice low and steady. “What matters is that you learn from them and move forward.”
“Easier said than done, right?” You took a deep breath, swirling the wine in your glass again, the crimson liquid catching the light. “I mean it’s hard to just move on, especially when the memories stick like glue after four years, you know?" you explained reluctantly as your eyes were tearing up, betraying your attempts to maintain composure.
Cillian stepped closer, a subtle shift that closed the distance between you. “I get it. It’s difficult to shift gears when you’ve invested so much emotionally, trust me. I've been there," he said, his honesty catching you by surprise.
You hadn’t expected him to share that side of himself and his own vulnerability stirred something deep within you.
“What you need to know, however, is that you deserve better than what you experienced with him,” Cillian said, his tone serious as he leaned in slightly, his voice lowering to a softer timbre that felt intimate.
“You’re talented, smart, and you have the world at your feet. You shouldn’t let anyone hold you back from chasing what’s truly yours," he told you while placing a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers brushing your skin with a warmth that sent an unexpected shiver down your spine.
His gaze anchored you, those deep blue eyes glimmering with sincerity. You swallowed hard, caught off guard by the intensity of his stare.
“Thanks, Cillian,” you murmured, your voice barely breaking through the air thick with unspoken tension. The way his gaze held yours made your heart race, each beat a reminder of the shifting dynamics around you.
Cillian leaned back slightly, drawing his hand away but the moment lingered, electric and charged with unspoken words, thick as the aroma of the cooking dinner that now seemed to fade into the background and it was then that you did something you hadn’t planned on doing.
You stepped forward, closing the distance as if pulled by an unseen force and, just like that, your lips met Cillian's, a soft collision that felt both shocking and inevitable.
Cillian was suprised at first, his eyes widening in disbelief, yet the moment hung in the air, heavy with something unsaid. Thus, he gave in to the kiss, his initial shock melting away as his lips moved against yours.
The kiss deepened, slow and exploratory, a fleeting moment that suspended time around you.
You felt yourself melt into him, the tension of the last few days dissipating like fog under the morning sun. Cillian’s hands found their way to your waist, firm yet gentle, grounding you in a moment that felt both surreal and intoxicating.
But then, suddenly, just as it began, it ended. Cillian pulled back, a look of shock on his face as he struggled to process what had just happened.
“Wait—” he stammered, stepping back as if your kiss had burned him. “I can’t… we can’t…," he murmured, his voice trailing off into a breathless hush and, suddenly, you stood frozen, confusion swirling in your chest.
“What do you mean?” you pressed, your heart racing as the unexpected shift threw you completely off balance.
Cillian ran a hand through his hair, his expression a mix of surprise and regret. “You’re my best friend’s daughter. My daughter's best friend. I am married," he blurted out, the weight of his words crashing around you like a thunderstorm. "It's just wrong," he finished, his voice strained as he took another step back, creating an uncomfortable space between you.
You blinked, your heart thudding hard in your chest, a rush of conflicting emotions surging forth as if a dam had burst within you.
“Cillian, I—” you attempted to explain, but the words caught in your throat weighing heavy with confusion and regret. "I am sorry. I should go," you managed to say, the tremor in your voice betraying the calm façade you tried to maintain. You turned away, moving toward the door as though its exit held the answers to your storming thoughts.
I’ll be posting the next chapter within the next half hour or so. It’s the final chapter before we get to the smut, but since so many people have been asking for an update, I decided to post the next part as its own chapter rather than combining it with the smut chapter.
With that being said, be advised that the next chapter after this one will likely be posted either on Friday or sometime over the weekend. Since people aren’t as active on here Friday thru Sunday, I wanted to let everyone know ahead of time when it’ll likely be dropping so that you don’t miss it if you’re waiting on it. Of course, I’ll still tag everyone on the tag list, but this is just an FYI, as again, it’s quieter around here on the weekends.
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