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This car was way too fancy for your taste. You nervously pull down on your top as you look around, fiddling with the edge of it and slightly fraying the ends. It's got practically an entire bar lined up behind the driver and a goddamn sunroof. You're almost tempted to stand out of it like you're straight out of a coming-of-age film. Are those all-around seat warmers? You continue to ogle at the intricacies of the vehicle currently taking you to a billionaire's house. Your boss's house. This was almost too much for you to handle.

Before you can spiral over the thought, the car pulls into an extremely lavish-looking mansion, completely glazing over any thoughts you have on the mode of transportation. The vehicle stops and the driver runs around the car to open the door for you, holding his hand out and almost bowing as you step out of the car.

"O-oh," you stutter out, not used to this sort of treatment. "Thank you."

You look up toward the large staircase leading to the mansion's front door and see a figure standing at the top. You can see smoke flowing from the figure briefly before dissipating. The wind blowing made you realize you forgot to bring a coat. You shiver as you walk up the stairs to meet the figure, which you can see clearer now. Mr. Danforth himself. He was smiling as he took another hit from his pen, blowing the smoke toward you with little remorse. Once the smoke clears, you take in his attire. He hadn't changed. Still wearing that ugly green print button-up and orange jacket. Still very tacky. He sticks his pen in his pocket and reaches his hand out to you, still smiling.

"Hey, sugar."

You roll your eyes playfully, smiling back as you reach your hand out toward his. He brings your hand up to his lips. Ever the charmer...

"Come on in." He gently pulls you closer to him and leads you inside his house, the door being opened by another one of his staff members.

Derek walks in first, taking you with him as he lets you look around. The inside was just as impressive as you imagined it'd be. It was more formal than you anticipated, but still expensive-looking nonetheless.

"Nice, right?" He smiles at you, looking you up and down.

"It is...really nice..." You trail off, still taking in your surroundings.

You're not sure if you've ever even been in a mansion before. He lets you admire for a few moments longer before breaking the silence.

"Well, I did promise you coffee, didn't I? Follow me."

He pulls you away, fixing your gaze back to him and leading you to an adjacent room. The kitchen, where a couple of his staff members are standing at attention, waiting for him to bark whatever orders he has at them. He shoos them away with a wave of his hand before turning back to you. Well, alright, I guess. You make a bit of a face, unintentionally, causing Derek to glance at you.

"Don't worry about them, baby."

He drops your hand and looks toward a large bar-looking wall in the kitchen, affixing your attention to it as well.

"This," he gestures to that section, "is my drink bar. Coffee, teas, cocktails, mocktails. You name it, I got it."

You stand there, gaze fixed on the counter in awe. He doesn't give you a chance to say anything before speaking again.

"I can make you anything you want. Flat white, matcha latte, piña colada..." He trails off before looking back at you. "A black coffee with two sugars." He adds teasingly.

You give him a knowing smile before moving closer. He lets you walk around it, observing its many details for a few minutes. A Jura double brew machine? A Simonelli espresso maker? Not to mention, a million different kinds of liquor and juices. How could someone even fathom owning this much stuff?

He looks you up and down without your knowledge, taking his time ogling at your curves. Both of you are in awe of different things. When you take a moment to lean on the counter, Derek makes a bold move of coming up behind you, pressing you against the edge with his hands on your hips. You gasp and try to look back at him, almost unsuccessfully because of the angle. He rubs his hands along your clothes waist.

Bringing his lips close to your ear, he purrs, "I think we all know why you're really here though, sugar."

You knew this was going to happen, he wasn't subtle about it even in the office. But it still took you by surprise, how quickly he got into it. You can feel him start to press kisses to the back of your neck, recapturing your attention. Derek begins lifting the slightly frayed edge of your shirt, feeling the warmth of your skin on his slightly cold hands. He leaves a few pecks behind your ear before speaking.

"This alright?" He asks, giving you a tender squeeze.

You nod your head, reveling in the feeling of his touch, which is visibly overwhelming your senses.

He makes a noise of disapproval. "Need to hear words, sugar, or we're not doing this."

"Y-yes. Please." You almost can't believe how eager you were already. You can only hope that having sex with your boss doesn't have that terrible of repercussions.

He hums in approval now. "There they are." He comments, almost to himself.

He lifts your top up higher, ghosting his fingers over your skin, his touch warmer now. You shiver for the second time that night. You allow him to pull your top over your head and toss it somewhere on the floor before you turn around. His hands slide further up your waist, getting closer to your chest as he looks up at you for permission.

"Wait." You pause as he looks at you with concern. "What if someone comes in?" You whisper and Derek chuckles.

"Trust me, no one will come in. I made sure of that."

You hesitantly let out a breathless, "Yeah, okay," before he brings his hand up, toying with both of your nipples. You release some soft noises as he lightly twists and runs his thumbs over your now stiff peaks. He brings his mouth down to one of them and moves his tongue, circling it. He gently bites down while pulling on the other and looks up at you.

You look back down at him as he starts kissing up your chest, making his way up to your neck where he leaves little love bites. He sucks on your skin in between soft bites, making his way up and down your chest, marking you as his. He makes his way back up, leaving kisses on your jaw before finally making his way to your lips, pausing briefly. You nod, his lips already practically pressed against yours, your breaths mingling.

He goes in for the kill, pressing his lips on yours fully. Your lips molded together feel like heaven, smacking against one another in the wettest, messiest way possible. His hands go from messing with your chest to groping your waist. To pushing on your hips. To fondling that fat of your thighs. Your hands weren't doing much different, one hand gripping and rubbing his shoulder. The other was tangled in his hair, pulling and tugging lightly, causing him to let out some groans into your mouth.

He pulls away enough to talk with his lips still pressed to yours. "You're driving me insane..." He breathes into you.

He bites your bottom lip to open your mouth up to his, shoving his tongue in unceremoniously. You're letting out soft noises of pleasure in his mouth, enjoying what little he's giving you, but you need more. You give his shoulder a squeeze, breaking away from one another after a few moments with a string of spit connecting you both. He maintains eye contact as he lowers his body, dropping to his knees in front of you, and running his hands along you as he goes. It feels almost surreal, to see the CEO of the company you work at submit to you, wanting to please you.

He begins to pull down your bottoms, still maintaining eye contact, taking your undergarments with them. You let him pull them down, stepping out of your shoes before kicking them away. He leaves a mix of sloppy kisses and harsher bites on your shins, calves, and thighs as he makes his way closer to your throbbing arousal. You wince every time he leaves a bite, but it feels undeniably so good.

The tension in the room was so thick, it could be cut with a knife. Derek looks up at you one last time before finally putting his mouth on you, causing you to let out a loud moan before you slap your hand over your mouth. He circles his tongue while he pinches your thigh, signaling that he wants you to uncover your mouth, which you do reluctantly. He alternates between sucking and licking before moving down to your entrance, wetting it in preparation.

He brings your leg up on his shoulder as he focuses on your hole, every once in a while sticking his tongue in, stretching you out just enough to keep you on the edge. Your core tightens as tears line your eyes and you bring a hand down to tangle in his bleached, curly hair again; the other gripping the counter for dear life. The air is filled with the wet sounds of Derek stroking your flesh with his tongue and your nearly pornographic-sounding moans. There's no way his staff can't hear you two right now. A rush of embarrassment runs through you before you realize that he probably does this enough to where they're used to it.

Before you can let that thought spiral, you feel Derek groan in you before slowly removing your leg from his shoulder and rising back up to your level. Wordlessly, he brings a hand up to your face, almost tenderly ghosting his thumb over your chin. Before you can lean in for another kiss, he holds his middle and ring finger up to your lips. Knowing immediately what he wants, you take his fingers in your mouth. Derek bites back a groan as you seductively swirl your tongue around his fingers, lubing them up for what you're sure he's going to do.

"Good slut..." He says offhandedly, almost moaning it before pulling them out of your mouth with a wet-sounding pop.

He makes his way back down your body, still keeping eye contact as he puts your leg back over his shoulder. He brings his fingers to your entrance and delicately circles it, teasing you. Just as he pouts his mouth back on you, he slowly inserts his fingers, stretching you open slightly. As his fingers and mouth bring you closer and closer to the brink of pleasure, you focus on chasing it as his fingers scissor you open.

"Fuck...oh, Derek. God..."

Your stomach tightens again and your legs threaten to give out as you let out the loudest noises you think you've ever made. Derek can feel your hole fluttering around his fingers, which makes him groan into your flesh again. Before you can even think of reaching your peak, Derek pulls out his fingers and makes his way back up to you, getting face-to-face.

"How ya doin', pretty thing?" Derek inquires playfully, going back to toying with your nipples.

You take a moment to catch your breath, only egging Derek on even more.

"What's that? Cat got your tongue?" Cheeky bastard...

"You're good at that." You finally whisper, not able to say much.

He laughs a bit.

"I can think of a few other things I'm good at." He pinches one of your nipples.

"'M gonna fuck you so good you won't wanna sit down for long at the office tomorrow. Then I'll fuck you some more. How about that?"

"Please." You breathe out desperately.

He leans in to kiss you once more, even messier this time, teeth practically clashing from the eagerness on both of your parts. Feeling bolder, you bring your hand gripping the counter down to Derek's waistband, gently running your fingers across it, asking for permission. He smiles into the kiss and pulls away, only slightly.

"Go ahead, sugar, I'm all yours."

This gives you the confidence to reach into his pants and grasp at his dick, still concealed by his boxers. As you grope him, you realize just how underdressed you are in comparison and look up at him. He looks back at you, biting his lip to conceal his noises as you bring your hands to remove his jacket, dropping it to the ground. Then you bring your hands down to unbutton his shirt, going at a faster pace. He tears off his button-up and you run your hands over his now-exposed chest after throwing it somewhere in the kitchen.

You slowly get down on your knees as you pull down his pants and he rests his hand on your head. You look up at him as you pull down his boxers, his length slapping up to his stomach causing him to hiss. You start to tentatively run your fingertip up the side of his member, tracing a prominent vein; you didn't want to tease him for too long, though. Both of you were too excited for that. You grip him softly and run your tongue along his tip, smearing his precum around before finally wrapping your lips around the first few inches. Derek is having trouble stifling his noises now, as he has been letting out whimpers with every little touch you provide him. You rest one of your hands on his tensed stomach now, almost comfortingly, and your other hand is wrapped around the base of his shaft as you take most of him in your mouth.

"Your mouth feels so fuckin' perfect..." He trails off, nearly mumbling.

Looking up at his minuscule expressions, you start bobbing your head at a slow pace, using your hand on what you can’t fit in your mouth. Derek grips the back of your head harder, now freely letting out moans of pleasure as he moves your head to go faster. You pull off briefly to let a glob of spit drip down onto him, spreading it along the length with your hand before putting him back in your mouth. You can start to feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat, making you gag lightly, even more drool dripping down the corners of your mouth. He looks down at you, bliss written all over his face, eyes drooping as he tries to look at the mess you’ve become underneath him. He begins thrusting into your mouth, gently at first, getting a feel for your mouth and your tolerance before he starts thrusting a bit harder, gripping your scalp.

“God, you look so fucking good choking on my cock.”

Before you can process it, he pulls you off of him, nearly yanking you up by your shoulders and stepping out of his black pants, kicking them off somewhere on the floor along with his shoes. He turns you around and bends you over the bar as he presses kisses to your lower back.

“You get off on this, baby? Sleeping with your boss?” He taunts. “You get off on fucking the CEO of the company you work at?” He mirrors his words from earlier that day as he runs his hands along your sides.

All you can let out is a meek moan as he laughs.

“Too fucked out already to talk?” He asks and moves his hand down to repeat the pinch of the skin on your thigh playfully.

You can feel him leave for a moment so you briefly turn around. You see him rifling through his pants pocket before finding what he wanted: a bottle of lube. This asshole… You raise an eyebrow at him as he smirks.

“Can never be too prepared, right, sugar?” He teases.

“So, you can have lube at the ready but not a condom?” You ask, jokingly, gaining your voice back.

He looks back at you, giving you a goofy smile. “Feels better without one, baby. You know that.”

You roll your eyes as he pours a more-than-generous amount on his middle fingers before moving them back to your entrance. He presses his free hand on your lower back to bend you further over the counter as he circles your hole. You whimper out of desperation and push yourself back, wanting more. He presses harder on your back to keep you still as he finally inserts his fingers, gently loosening you up and providing the stimulation you need. You can feel the excess lube dripping down your legs, making a mess on the kitchen floor. After a few blissful moments, he slowly pulls his fingers out, watching the way you clench around nothing as his fingers fully leave your body.

“Fuck, look at you, baby.” He slurs as he presses your face into the surface with his clean, dry hand.

Finally, he lines himself up with your lubed-up entrance. He doesn’t take the time to tease you before he slowly begins to ease himself in, inch by inch. The stretch almost burns as he slowly bottoms out. After a few moments, his hips are connected with yours and he stills for a minute, causing the burning feeling to only grow slightly.

Derek groans. “Jesus, fuck, you feel so fucking good,” he mumbled, starting to ramble.

“So fucking good,” he repeats, starting to move inside of you, only a little bit at first; quite gentle as he was getting a feel for you. One of his hands was holding your hip, pushing it against the edge of the countertop, causing it to dig into your hip bone almost painfully. The other was still pressing your face on top of the surface roughly. The roughness didn’t stop there, as Derek began to thrust harder and with longer strokes, moving even faster after a few minutes.

The only sounds that could be heard in the kitchen were your meek whimpers, Derek’s groans, and the lewd slaps of wet skin on skin. You began to move your own body with his as much as you could under his grip, and he let you. Both of you move in unison, sounds of absolute sin filling the air making the scene an unruly picture for anyone who might walk in. Your eyes start to roll to the back of your head as you muttered nonsensical strings of curses along with some sobs and wails.

Derek runs the hand that was previously on your hip along your back, smearing it with lube as you are now fully moving with him. “You’re driving me insane. You look so fucking good like this. Bent over my bar, stuffed full of my cock, in my fucking mansion.”

“You’re mine.” He growled into your ear with a particularly hard thrust.

The mix of lube, spit, and precum you could feel building up inside of you, slicking each little movement, was an intoxicating feeling for the both of you. Derek was letting out little whimpers now as your moans got louder.

“Been thinkin’ about this all day.” He mutters out, his pace growing even faster. “God, you’re such a whore. Fucking your boss like this. Bet you do this everywhere you’ve worked.” 

His thrusts start to falter, the harshness rising in intensity as you ground your ass against him harder. Derek pulled you away from the counter roughly and reached around you, stroking your heat. You started grasping at nothing, your fingers curling on the cold marble surface as your back arched. Without warning, Derek hit a spot inside you that had you yelling, your screams and chants of his name being heard as you finally came. Both of you could feel your hole clenching hard around Derek’s length as he fucked you through your orgasm.

“You’re gonna make me cum, baby.” Derek slurred as his body stuttered.

Your release covered Derek’s hand as his hips stilled, pumping hot ropes of cum inside of you. He only moved a little bit as he hits his peak, just to feel his own cum being pushed deeper into you. You both stay still after a few moments, catching your breath and coming down from your simultaneous orgasms. Derek stayed inside of you for longer than you expected, causing you to finally look back at him, eyebrows raised. He smirks back at you, rubbing his hands soothingly along your waist again.

“What? I like being inside you.” He slaps your ass playfully as he pulls out, both of you moaning at the loss as his release and lube run down your legs and drip onto the tiles below.

You turn around to face him for the first time in a while and look at one another. Derek brings his hand up to your chin for the second time that night, tenderly running his thumb along your lips as you maintain eye contact. He glanced at your lips before pressing them together, the softest he’d done all night, contrasting almost every move he’d made since you arrived at his place. Despite being taken by surprise at his softness, you kiss back eagerly, wrapping your arms around his neck as his other hand grips your hip. He pulls away and looks at you, an indescribable look in his eyes before smiling. He pulls away and walks over to the Jura machine, just beside you, and starts the coffee maker with the press of a button. He grabs two coffee mugs from the cupboard above you and places them down before glancing at you.

“Look like you need something to wake you up.” He turns to smirk at you for the millionth time that night, and definitely not the last time.

“Two sugars?” He inquires, holding up two fingers.

You smile back, turning your body towards him to the best of your ability, your legs shaking. “Two sugars.”

I have a little one-shot for this AU (?) planned, so keep an eye out because I'm pretty excited about it!

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"Alright, Abbs, you got everything?" Mike turns around in the car seat to face her.

Your car is temporarily parked by the elementary school curb with a handful of others, you're sitting in the driver's seat and looking back and forth between your boyfriend and his younger sister. This was one of the rare days you and Mike could drop her off at school together, as you had both taken the day off work. The three of you spent an easy-going morning together, not as hectic as it usually is when trying to get ready as fast as possible for work and school. Mike in particular had woken up early and made a small breakfast for you and Abby. He woke you up with coffee and Abby with the promise of bacon, causing you both to rise quickly out of your beds and immediately join him in the kitchen. The time was spent enjoying each other's company and getting ready leisurely before heading out the door.

Abby rolls her eyes playfully and smiles. "Yes, Mike."

You smile as well and add, "Sounds like something you should've asked before we even got in the car. Definitely not when we're already at school."

It's Mike's turn to roll his eyes, but he quickly looks back at Abby.

"And you have your...love- heart candy letter things for your friends?"

"They're Valentine's Day cards, Mike! And, yes," she shakes a pink and red decorated, emptied-out, tissue box filled with cards and candy. "I have them right here."

Before Mike can even think about a response, Abby opens the car door excitedly and jumps out, shouting her goodbyes while running to the school entrance. Mike tries to yell something out the window about staying safe and paying attention to her teacher, but Abby is inside before he can try. You laugh while putting the car in drive and pulling out of the parking lot, Mike still flustered and slightly worried.

"She- she didn't even...I didn't get to-" Mike stutters out, speechless.

"Mike," You laugh again. "She's excited about Valentine's Day and seeing her friends. Can you blame her?" You glance at him, smiling before turning back to the road and continuing your short drive home.

Mike grumbles unintelligibly and looks out the window, but still grabs your free hand that's set on the center console and squeezes it lightly.

Getting out of the car causes a harsh chill to run through your body pulling your jacket around the front of your torso while closing the car door. Mike pulls out his keys and quickly opens up the front door, both out of anticipation for your day together and to get you both out of the cold as soon as possible. You rush in side by side, slightly stumbling and sighing as the warmth of your shared home dethaws your frozen bodies. Mike locks the door and watches you fondly as you remove your scarf, your gloves, your coat, and finally your shoes, leaving them by the front door. Not going unnoticed by you, you smirk while walking towards the living room.

"You're staring again, lover boy." You comment teasingly, walking around the couch and plopping down.

Mike blushes, a little embarrassed, but smiling at the nickname. He removes his excess layers as well, following you to the couch shortly after. He sits directly beside you and wraps one arm around your shoulders, the other snaking around your front, then burying his face into your neck.

A muffled, "I can't help it," vibrates against your neck while Mike rubs his thumb along your hip.

You lean into Mike's embrace, laughing a bit at his breath tickling your neck. He pulls you closer and starts peppering kisses along your neck, the act of affection making you giggle as you lightly try to push him away playfully.

"Mike, come on." You whine, weakly pushing at his face this time, trying to turn him away.

"What? I can't kiss you, my love?" He speaks against your throat again, his smile causing his stubble to scratch your skin a little bit.

You resign, defeatedly leaving your hands to rest on his chest and sighing out of fake annoyance. He leaves quick, gentle kisses along your neck, collarbone, shoulder, and trails up your jaw. Getting closer to your lips, he brings his hand up from your waist to cup your cheek, He finally presses his lips against yours sweetly, the most innocent of kisses, Mike's signature. He was pouring every ounce of his love into this one kiss, taking his time, lips moving slowly against yours. His thumb now softly grazes your cheek as he pulls away a few minutes later. He's got kind of a shy look on his face when you open your eyes.

"I got you something...for today." He whispers, glancing up from your lips to make eye contact.

"You did?" You inquire back, looking up affectionately, but feeling a slight twinge of guilt. "You didn't have to do that."

Mike gives you one final peck on the lips before pulling away. He stands up, grinning.

"Gimme one sec- " He says right before turning and walking down the hallway to your shared room.

You both had anticipated spending the day together, but you didn't expect any gifts. You loved Mike to death, but sometimes you never knew what to expect from him. All that really mattered to you was spending time together, which you didn't get to do often despite living together. If you were lucky, you got to spend time with both the Schmidt siblings, like this morning. Today was about you and Mike, though, and all you wanted to do was cuddle and talk each other's ears off until you couldn't think of anything else to say. Lost in thought, you barely notice as Mike walks back to you, holding a small object. He sits back down next to you, bringing your attention back to him. His body facing you, he smiles nervously and rubs his hand on the back of his neck.

"It's not much, but..." He trails off, holding out the item and presenting it to you.

You look down and your heart melts. In his hand is a cassette tape with your name scrawled on the front. You beam up at him while grabbing the tape, and then you look at your name written in the center. You can tell Mike put a lot of effort into printing your name as nicely as his hands allowed him to, noticing also the miscellaneous tiny, slightly sloppy, hearts surrounding it. You hold the cassette to your chest and look back up at him.

"Michael Schmidt, did you make me a mixtape?" You ask playfully.

He loved hearing you say his name. You can see a light blush spread across his face as he smiles shyly, his hand still anxiously messing with the back of his neck.

"Yeah, I tried- well, it's got, like, songs that remind me of you and stuff. Songs that remind me of us," he stammers, bashfully looking down at the tape. "Do you like it?"

He looks back up at you hopefully, using his other hand to nervously pull at the bottom of his shirt. You smirk and stand up, still clutching the cassette to your chest.

"Well, let's see..." You trail off, teasingly, walking across the living room to the cassette deck near the entertainment center.

A familiar song begins to play and you smile softly now. You turn towards Mike and walk back to the couch, standing over him. He looks up at you quizzically before you reach your hand out to him.

"Wanna dance?"

He looks slightly relieved and grabs your hand, standing up and pulling you to the center of the room. One pair of hands intertwined, his other on your waist, your other on his shoulder. You stare at one another lovingly, almost sickeningly sweet the moment being shared. The tempo of the song didn't matter, you both slowly swayed back and forth, taking in the tranquility of the scene. You squeeze his hand and he squeezes back, rubbing his thumb over yours.

"No one's ever made me a mixtape before," you comment distractedly, most of your focus being on Mike's puppy dog eyes that you loved so dearly. "it's definitely worth however much time you spent on it. When did you get a chance to do this anyway?"

A lopsided smile appears on his face.

"A little too much time," he laughs a little. "And I put it together while you were sleeping the other night. Though, most of the time I spent was thinking of songs to put on it. That took me a few weeks."

You move the hand that was resting on his shoulder up to cup his cheek. Mike leans into your touch and closes his eyes, humming in contentment. You lean forward and capture his lips in a quick kiss, his eyes fluttering in pleasant surprise, kissing you back. You pull away, using the hand holding his face as leverage to start peppering kisses all over his face. You go from the corner of his lips, to his stubbled cheeks, his forehead, his nose, his chin, and finally back to his lips. He smirks knowingly and opens his eyes to look at you.

"What are you doing, love?"

"Paying you back for earlier," you smirk back at him, pinching his cheek before resuming your hand's previous position. "And for the amazing Valentine's Day gift."

You take both of your hands now and place them on the sides of his face. His eyebrows furrow but he's still smiling, both of his hands now placed on your hips to keep you both balanced. You start placing soft, quick smooches everywhere now. Rapidly placing kisses all over his face, causing you both to laugh, smiling against his skin. Your laughter in unison with the music playing sounds like heaven to Mike, knowing that moments like these are rare. Though treasuring the moment, both of you feel tenderness in knowing more memories like these will happen as your merged existences face what everyone craves more of, time.

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Getting ready in the morning always felt rushed as of lately. Bouncing from motel room to motel room in several different states never got any easier. Quickly packing bags, getting in a short shared shower, barely eating breakfast. Even trying to get a little personal time always made the mornings go by extra quickly. And, sure, the long car rides may seem like personal time, but they mostly consisted of sleeping for the passenger and mind-numbing driving for the other. This morning, though, you took your time. You both got up late, enjoyed your own separate showers, and got to get ready leisurely. It was nice. Things were finally beginning to feel safe again.

You stand in front of the sink, brushing your teeth. Soft music was coming from your phone when Billy walked in. He beams at you and puts an arm around your shoulders, standing by your side and looking at you in the mirror.

“Ready to go soon?” He asks, kissing the corner of your mouth.

He wipes off excess toothpaste from his lips with a slight frown. You let out a muffled laugh, spitting out a mix of saliva and toothpaste before rinsing your mouth out with some water. You turn to him.

“Yeah, I am.” You say, returning the kiss on his cheek.

His smile grows softer, turning to you and placing his hands on your hips.

“What sounds good for breakfast?” He cocks his head, inquiring.

He tenderly slid his hands up from your hips to your sides underneath your shirt.

“Hmmm…” You hum, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him closer.

“Blueberry pancakes,” you place a hand on his chest, “bacon… and some strong as hell coffee.”

You smile back, running your hand along his chest, mirroring his actions along your waist.

“What were you thinkin’, cowboy?”

He slowly moves you both so that you’re now pinned against the counter. You look up at him knowingly.

“I was thinkin’ of something a little different.”

He lifts you by the hips and places you on the counter, inserting himself in between your legs and pulling you to the edge, closer to him. He leans in and captures your lips in a fiery kiss, immediately running his tongue along your bottom lip and squeezing your hips. You break away briefly by pushing him on his chest.

“A little eager this morning, aren’t we?” You smirk as you speak against his lips.

He doesn’t respond before kissing you again, hungrier this time and trailing his hands down from your hips to your thighs. He runs his hands over the top of your thighs before moving one of his hands to your inner thigh, ghosting his fingers over your already pulsing core. You gasp into his mouth, allowing him to finally slip his tongue between your lips.

“So greedy…” You whisper as he finally breaks free to breathe, a trail of spit connecting the two of you.

He smiles and moves a hand up to swipe his thumb along your bottom lip, wiping away any saliva pooling there.

“Can’t help myself when you’re looking like that, darlin’.” He says, causing you to roll your eyes and playfully smack him on the chest.

He snickers and rests his hand where your thigh meets your groin, teasing his thumb over your mound again. He gently and broadly rubs your clit through your jeans, the little bit of stimulation through the dense cloth making you squirm. Your hips twitch against his thick fingers as he breathes hotly against your lips. His other hand reaches for the buttons on your pants, popping it open with a flick of his wrist and pulling your zipper down slowly, teasingly. You give a short whine and he smiles again.

“A little eager this morning, aren’t we?” He mimics your words, mocking your exact tone from earlier.

You scoff and he abruptly stops his actions, bringing his hand up to grip your chin.

“What was that, my love?” He asks teasingly.

You shake your head as much as you can in his grasp and he loosens his hand slightly.

“That’s what I thought…” He hums, softly running his thumb along your lips before moving his hands down your body.

He curls his fingers into the belt loops of your pants and you lift your hips off the counter, allowing him to gradually slip them down before tossing them somewhere on the bathroom floor. He pulls you even closer to the edge of the sink before placing open-mouthed kisses up your leg, licking his way from your ankle to your slick heat. He places a chaste kiss to your knee before making his way up to you completely. Billy leaves little love bites along your inner thighs, spreading you wider with his large, rough palms. You can’t help but pant and run a hand through his hair, tugging lightly on his roots and trying to pull him closer to your core. You can feel him grinning against your sensitive skin as he continues to mark you, biting and littering your thighs with what are sure to be red and purple spots.

“You- “

“Shh.” He commands softly against your skin, rubbing his hands soothingly along the marks he made.

He looks up at you and grabs a hold of the sides of your underwear and you lift your hips again. He yanks them down with more force than before and tosses them onto the cold linoleum floor. Billy looks up at you one last time before finally dragging his mouth to your sopping folds, licking a stripe up your slit, and then taking your bud in his mouth. You tug even harder on his hair, letting out meek moans as the pressure inside your stomach already starts to build. Groaning his name, you buck your hips up against his mouth, setting a consistent pace.

He trails his right hand up your leg again, pushing your legs further apart before ghosting his fingers over your skin, almost tickling you as he teases. His right hand moves further up before finally making its way to your heat. Running his middle and ring fingers through your lips, he gathers your wetness before slipping his fingers slowly into your entrance. You gasp as he pumps his fingers a few times, getting a feel for you. Curling his fingers upwards slowly but repetitively, all the while his mouth is still wrapped around your clit. He hums against you as you put a leg over his shoulder, wanting him even closer. You lean back against the mirror behind you, feeling the chilly glass press against your heated skin, cooling you down slightly.

Goosebumps litter your skin from the combined pleasure and the cold mirror. Whimpers fill up the space of the tiny bathroom, as well as the wet sounds of Billy’s mouth against your core and his fingers inside of you. The noises only served to fuel the fire in the pit of your stomach, Billy’s too. You look down and see Billy shaking lightly, he needs you so badly. Your hand tangles in his hair tighter at the information as you whimper. Billy moans against you again when his fingers increase their speed against that spot inside of you.

You can already feel your orgasm bubbling up, your muscles tensing as he brings you closer and closer. You moan loud enough to know that the neighbors will be upset, but you don’t really care anymore. With a final curl of his fingers and one last hum against your clit, you come undone. Squeezing your thighs around his head and throwing your head back against the mirror with a soft, faint “thump”.

“Billy!” You cry out, tugging on his hair.

He guides you through it, slowing his relentless abuse to your bud and gently taking his fingers out of you. He presses one final kiss to your sopping core before coming back up. Licking his fingers clean and placing his free hand on your waist, he smirks knowingly. The cocky asshole knows exactly what he’s doing. He brings his fingers out of his mouth with a “pop” and places his other hand on your waist as well. You could feel the spit on his hand, once again cooling down that one area of skin on your body.

“How ‘ya doin’, pretty thing?” He inquires with a sneer, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

You respond by wrapping your legs around him, pulling him closer and down for a passionate kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, adding to the heightened sensual air about the both of you. You moan into his mouth and Billy bucks his hips against you. The feel of his jeans on your clit drives you crazy, almost to the point of pain. You tug on his shirt, trying to pull him even closer but he pulls away, chuckling.

“Seems like you’re doin’ pretty well, then, huh?”

He grabs your hips and slides you off of the counter, walking backward as he tugs you towards the adjacent bedroom. You groan, sitting down on the bed as he takes your shirt off.

“We were supposed to leave soon, Billy…” You whine, lifting your arms and watching as he lowers your shirt onto the carpeted floor.

He smirks, taking off his jacket and gently dropping it near your shirt.

“Yeah… but we got time. I don’t see any stupid fucking bikers around, do you?” He responds, unbuttoning his shirt as you crawl back on the bed.

You roll your eyes, seemingly annoyed at his callousness, making him laugh a bit. Billy tears off his shirt before crawling toward you as you lay against the pillows. He slots himself between your legs and hovers above you, resting his arms on either side of your head and looking down at you, smiling back. You don’t even give him a chance to think about his next move before you reach down and start unbuckling his belt, a little too eagerly. This makes him laugh again and he begins to help you with his belt, sitting up to tear it out of the belt loops. He roughly grabs both your wrists and affixes them to the headboard with his belt, tightening it once your hands are secure. You look up at your hands in a slight daze as he leans down to kiss along your jaw, making his way to your mouth.

Once he finally does, you immediately give in, moving your mouth slowly against his and taking as much as he was willing to give you. He seems to kiss back just as eagerly, though not wanting to show it outwardly too much. You fight against the belt restricting your hands, wanting to be able to touch him. You wanted to grab him by the shoulders, his biceps, rest your hands on his soft stomach, follow your fingers along his happy trail. Billy notices your struggle and starts unbuttoning his pants. He pulls off his jeans and boxers at the same time, throwing them somewhere on the motel room floor before inserting himself between your legs again. He grabs your hips and adjusts the both of you a bit until he’s lined up with your entrance.

“You good, honey?” He asks, running his length through your folds teasingly.

You whimper, bucking your hips up in an attempt to meet his but he rests a hand on your stomach.

“Patience is a virtue, darlin’,” Billy leans in close to your ear. “And we both know you need some more of that, don’t we?”

You groan and try bucking your hips up again, stopped repeatedly by his hand which has now slipped down to the top of your mound, his thumb close to your clit. He “tsks” at you, bringing his thumb down to your nub again as he slowly enters you. You both moan out, your mouth dropping open slightly as you look up at him in desperation. The exertion from your previous orgasm causes you to pant a little and makes it extra hard for Billy to remain in control.

“F- fuck… every time…” He chuckles weakly, staying still for a while.

You yank against the belt with a gasp as he finally starts to move, pumping himself in and out of you slowly with ease. He uses his thumb to rub against your clit again, matching the circling with his pace. The sound of his hips slapping against yours and the wetness continuously gathering in between your thighs was driving the both of you insane. Your plush thighs wrap around his hips, making him go ever so slightly faster.

You throw your head back, closing your eyes. Billy sees this and immediately grips your chin again, just as hard as the first time causing your eyes to snap open, pleading. You weren’t entirely sure what you were begging for, you just knew you wanted- no, needed more. Billy looks at you, sensing your need, your craving. He holds your chin in between his thumb and pointer finger, still delivering a steady pace of thrusts to your core, and gently coaxing your mouth open. Before you know it, he lets a glob of saliva drip from his mouth, letting it fall into your ready mouth before he kisses you roughly. Spit was slightly spreading between the both of your lips, building up before dripping down the side of your face and falling onto the pillow.

“Jesus, that’s so good,” he slurs against your wet lips. “ That’s so fucking good. You’re doin’ so good for me.”

He groans into your mouth, increasing his pace. The hand from your chin trails down your body, pinning your hips down with a steady force. His other hand keeps a steady pace on your clit. Your eyes start to roll into the back of your head as you feel your orgasm building again, an orgasm way more intense than you’ve ever felt before. Billy, constantly changing his mind, takes the hand attached to your hip and he grips the headboard near your hands, causing it to hit the wall repeatedly. The creaking bed, Billy’s grunts of exertion, your weak noises with every thrust, it was almost too much to bear.

“Goddamn- “ He pants, cutting himself off. “God- you and this tight fucking cunt are gonna be the death of me.”

You could almost hear a muffled “shut the fuck up” on the other side of the wall in your trance, but the words go unacknowledged by the both of you. Billy seemingly makes his noises more apparent now, out of spite or pleasure, you’re not sure. Your feeble noises of ecstasy get louder with every thrust as you pull even harder against the belt around your wrists. Your sopping heat only seems to suck him in more and more the closer you both get, Billy starting to gasp slightly now from the labor. You look up at him, absolutely wrecked. Strands of his once gelled-back hair were falling in front of his face, spit was glistening against his lips, and his cheeks were flushed. You don’t think you’ve ever seen someone look so fucking hot in your entire life. Little did you know, he thought the same thing about you looking so wrecked, just for him.

“You gonna cum for me, honey?” He grabs your wrists. “You gonna squeeze my cock so fucking good, right?”

That was the last thing you heard before coming undone, faster than either of you anticipated, you tightened your legs around him. You ball your hands into fists while screaming his name again. Billy’s thrusts falter as he comes undone with you, feeling you pulsing around him as he lets out a guttural moan. He continues to move inside of you, pushing his cum deeper, though stopping his relentless abuse to your clit the more you become sensitive. He eventually slows his thrusts as well before pulling out of you. You whimper slightly at the loss and the feeling of your mixed releases dripping out of you before Billy plops down tiredly by your side.

You stop pulling on the restraints in your weakened state, doing what you can to catch your breath while Billy does the same. You lay in silence for a few minutes, the sound of your breathing and the faint music coming from the bathroom the only noise being heard in the cramped, dingy motel room. You could almost hear a muffled “finally” coming from the other side of the wall as well, making you laugh softly. Eventually, the smell of sex invading your senses, you find the energy to pull on the belt again. This jerks the headboard and makes Billy jolt against the pillows, lulling him out of his sleep.

“You dick!” You gasp, “You were just gonna leave me here?”

He gives a frail laugh, loosening his belt and tossing it somewhere on the old carpet. You rub your wrists.

“I wasn’t, love. I was just…” He pauses, snaking an arm around your waist. “Resting my eyes.”

You scoff, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and pulling him closer while you run your other hand through his sweaty hair. “Sure, love. Sure…”

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Your kids decide to draw with chalk on the driveway and Billy can’t bring himself to hose it off (that is until it rains), so he parks his shitty Camry on the dirt instead to make sure it doesn’t get messed up

He keeps a drawer full of their crafts/drawings, he does not have the heart to throw them out and probably never will

One of the crafts is literally a bent paperclip colored with red marker

Billy helps a lot in the garden and with the chickens, so the kids make him a set of “tools” out of paper and glue for him to use when he works (this made him cry)

He sings badly for them to help them sleep and tells them bedtime stories in funny voices, he gets embarrassed when you overhear him [thank @xcherryerim for this one <3]

When the kids are old enough, they eventually ask him about the burn on his face and he makes a different joke every time

“Oh, I was riding my motorcycle and a monster that hates motorcycles attacked me! Don’t ride motorcycles unless daddy takes you, okay?”

“Stop! You’re going to scare them, Billy!” “Okay, fine… So anyway, then a giant humanoid moth came out- ”

“Daddy, you met mothman?!” “Yeah, I met mothman! Your parent was actually married to mothman when I met them.” “Billy!” “You have moth-baby sisters and brothers.” “Billy, I’m leaving you and I’m taking the kids.”

The next day he makes mothman shaped pancakes, it becomes a running gag in the family

He manages to find mothman costumes for the kids for Halloween that year, so there are a bunch of tiny mothman’s running around the house and neighborhood

When you and Billy take them trick-or-treating that night, he has to (reluctantly) stop them from scaring the other kids on purpose (he is laughing the entire time)

Billy absolutely takes advantage of the “candy tax” and eats some of their candy as he looks through it, much to their disappointment

“I need to make sure there’s no poison!”

“Aww man, that one was poisoned…”

He pretends to collapse on the ground and scares the shit out of your children

Once they realize he’s messing with them, they dogpile on him and he looks to you for help

“I’m being crushed to death.” “Good, you deserve it.”

Soon after, the kids pass out on the couch surrounded by candy and still in their mothman onesies where Billy carries them all to their beds and kisses their little chocolate-covered foreheads

They definitely wake up sick the next morning from eating too much candy (he let them so you make him clean up after their mess)

Circling back to his burn, he’s applying scar gel/treatment on his face and he explains to his kids that it helps his face heal and stops it from hurting

They immediately start applying all of the cream to his face frantically and he lets them

“If I put more on, it’ll stop hurting faster!” “That’s not how that works, my love.”

“Daddy’s dying!” “No! It’s okay! I feel so much better now, baby, you helped so much!”

Before you know it, the entire tube is gone and Billy’s face and neck smell entirely of aloe vera

“I fixed daddy’s face!” “Hmm… I don’t know, I think it needs more lotion. The other half is still a little funny-looking.” “Hey!”

Billy is folding the laundry and putting it away when he puts his own underwear on his head to make the kids laugh, soon they all put their clean underwear on their heads and take a selfie to send to you

Billy is giving one of your babies a bath and he gives them a funny little soap beard to show you while giggling

Very shortly after, the baby flicked soap into his eye

“Babe, my eye burns now.” “Aww, just like the rest of your face…”

One day, he takes the kids for a ride on his motorcycle (they were small enough to sit in front of him and he went at 5 mph up the street and back) and you got mad at him anyway

To make up for it, you make him pamper you for the next week (more than he does normally somehow)

Despite how terrified you were, your kid looked really cute in that big ass helmet

When it snows, he dresses up the kids and plays with them, building snowmen and pouring snow down the back of your sweater (this gets him in trouble again)

One time he threw a snowball at the back of one of your kids' heads, it was very small and mostly cushioned by the hood of their jacket but they went down face-first into the snow anyway

He was trying so hard to hold back his laugh as he helped them back up

He’s shoveling snow from the driveway one day and accidentally tosses some onto one of your toddlers

He feels really bad until the kid laughs and he does it again

Billy takes the kids to a community waterpark during the summer with his fake denim print swim trunks and they push him into the water

They’re playing marco polo and he loses sight of them for a total of 3 seconds because they decided to hide under the lawn chairs (he cries when you and him go to bed that night)

He also made sure the kids were absolutely slathered in sunblock when they went, but he forgot to put some on himself

The burn on his face gets irritated because of this and it makes me a little grumpy for the next few days, which leads one of your kids to bring him a flower from your garden

“It’ll make daddy’s red half feel better.”

He keeps the flower in his wallet until it turns to dust

One of your kids’ first words is your name, which kind of makes Billy jealous

The same kid takes their first steps toward him later on and Billy brags about it for the next year

Billy tries to quit smoking as soon as you start raising kids, but he still smokes outside sometimes when they’re not around

One time, one of them catches him and he can’t think of a good explanation for what he’s doing

“Oh, this? Uhh… it helps, um, with daddy’s… anger issues and stuff. It calms him down.”

The next day, at breakfast, your kid turns to you worried and a little sad

“Daddy turns into a dragon when he’s angry. Is he gonna eat me?”

Billy immediately throws out his last pack and doesn’t touch a cigarette for a long time after that

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You and Josh road trip from Iowa back to California soon after stopping the existence of time travel

You find yourselves doing odd jobs to keep yourself afloat, Josh often doing cleaning jobs

Y'all find a dingy little apartment on the outskirts of L.A.

Despite the smallness of the shitty apartment, you and Josh declared that you didn't need that much anyway, as long as you had each other

Josh definitely gets back into gaming once you come to terms with being stuck in the 2000s

He particularly enjoys Street Fighter EX3 and Tekken Tag Tournament on the PS2 (until Kingdom Hearts and Final Fantasy 10 come out in the next few years)

You also acquire a Gamecube system once it comes out the next year

You liked playing Pikmin and Mario Kart: Double Dash together (you always played as Luigi to spite him)

You both also try to get into taking care of small plants

There's a lot of dead plants on your kitchen windowsill

Though, Josh has the first flower you ever grew together pressed and hung in your bedroom

After everything that happened, Josh is pretty clingy

When you wake up in the morning, Josh does not leave your side

Whether you're making breakfast, coffee, or just trying to get ready, Josh is practically attached to your hip

He gets especially clingy at night when you two make dinner together and watch a movie y'all rented from Blockbuster

He likes to cuddle A LOT, which can often lead to some more intimate activities

After the events at Haven, Josh was a little nervous about sparking any private moments between you two

But, after the first time together, he quickly got over it

He was worried he would hurt you at first too, but the things you went through in the past few "however-much-time-has-passed", you showed that you can take a little pain

He loves how good you take him, as if you two were made for each other

Unless Josh gets pissed for some reason, he is a definite sub

His favorite position is having you on top in any way, shape, or form

Josh is a sucker for pleasuring his partner, first and foremost, to where he can nearly get himself off just thinking about it

Besides being sexually intimate, you both just love physical contact in general

Josh loves taking you out on little dates, taking you to his favorite places in L.A. (sometimes forgetting what year it is and finding out that place doesn't exist yet)

Josh especially loves taking you to Little Tokyo and the Arts District

Josh also loves when music he enjoys is released and he can finally listen to it again (instead of humming it to himself in the shower)

Same goes for films, he really enjoys being able to go to the theaters to experience it for the "first time" with other people. especially the Marvel movies later on

When Josh observed his parents for the first time, he cried

The last time Josh visited his parents, you took him away with the promise of a picnic in the park before his dad could say anything to him

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