#o fics

The counters are littered with an array of items for tonight’s dinner; ingredients that have yet to be put back in their rightful spots, spices (some knocked over onto the counter and the floor), bowls that once held the prepped ingredients begging to be washed. You thought this would be easier than it has been, with the pasta sauce fucking up and having to remake it, garlic bread falling off the baking sheet face first onto the floor, breaking a measuring cup.

You usually don’t have this hard of a time with cooking, and of all days to mess up, today would be the day. You have a date and insisted on cooking for it, now realizing it probably would’ve been easier (and tastier) if you had just gone out somewhere. Thankfully, June is very easygoing and sweet, more than likely laughing with you about the absurdity of it all and offering to help you clean up.

You met June in a general studies class at college, first day nerves overcoming you until she hesitantly put her hand on the chair next to yours and asked, “Hey! Is this seat taken?” With her cheerful disposition and (in your opinion) witty jokes, your anxiety melted away as the weeks went by. The two of you found you had a lot in common, and you began studying, spending more time with another. But let’s be honest, they seemed like unofficial dates, with you and her meeting up at coffee shops or each others’ homes, taking breaks to watch the movies she recommended, accidentally falling asleep in your study spots on the floor.

It was all very casual, until one day June seemed nervous at one of your study sessions. “Is everything okay?” You had asked, focusing on her. “Uh, everything’s cool!” She rushed out, her tanned face growing warm. “You know, if something is bothering you, you can tell me? Is… Is it me?” You had said this part quietly, fidgeting with your hands. “No!” June exclaimed, jolting you upright from your, quite frankly, horrible position. It’s so easy to sit like a shrimp until you move and your back is on fire. Wincing, you rolled your shoulders from the pain and relief, with June continuing.

“I, well. We’ve been getting along really well! And, I think that you’re really nice and super funny, also…” She takes a deep breath and looks away from you, “I think you’re really cute and would like to go on a date with you!”

She said it so fast it took a second to register what was said. Now time for you to blush and stumble over your words. “I, wow. I wasn’t expecting that, but I’m glad you ain’t upset with me. Um, yeah,” Damn, both of ya’ll are awkward as hell. “I would really like that, to go on a date with you,” you finally get out, glancing at her.

June grins, “Awesome! Is there like, any place you would prefer to go?” You thought about it for a moment, before bringing up your current plans. “How about we do what we’ve been doing, just without the studying? I can make us dinner at my place and we can watch a movie and just, be in a more comfortable environment instead of a stuffy restaurant?”

June had agreed, and here you are now, sweating and trying unsuccessfully to pick up after yourself while trying to finish dinner before she arrives. Thankfully you had extra of everything (thank the Lord for not knowing how much to buy and just getting a shit ton) and everything was back on track for the most part.

You’re tossing the dirty dishes into the dishwasher to be ran later when there’s a knock on the door. You scramble for a dish towel and quickly wipe off the counters before tossing it under the sink (outta sight, outta mind) and going to the door. June’s wearing a buttery yellow sleeveless dress with a white button up underneath, with her blue Converse. You told her not to worry about dressing up, that it can be something casual like it always is, and you’re glad to see her in something that looks comfortable.

“Hey!” She says, stepping inside and removing her shoes. “Hi, dinner is almost done!” You close the door behind her and once she stands up straight, give her a hug. June’s hugs are always so nice, she’s taller than you and engulfs you in her embrace, hearing her sigh into it makes your stomach flutter. “It smells good,” She says, stepping away to glance into the kitchen. The pasta noodles and sauce are done, waiting for the bread to finish (re)cooking, so you direct her to sit on the couch and let her pick a movie out. While June scrolls through the selections, you go back into the kitchen and pulls plates out, grabbing paper towels and utensils as well.

The timer on your phone goes off, signaling that the bread is done. You press the stop button to silence the alarm and grab some oven mitts, opening the door to grab the pan. As you’re sliding the pan out, the bread begins to slide, too. “This was what happened last time!” Your brain screams at you, and in your rush to correct the impending mistake, your arm hits the oven rack above the one the bread had rested on. “Fuck!” You exclaim, dropping the pan back into place with a loud bang and ripping your arm away.

June calls your name and rushes into the kitchen, “Are you okay?!” She asks, coming up to see what was wrong. You’re clutching the burned arm to your chest, wincing. “Y-yeah, I’m fine, I just burned myself on the damn stove,” that sounded a lot more crude than you meant it to, but you’re in pain and annoyed by the catastrophe that this has been, and it really just started!

“Hey, it’s okay, let me take a look,” June offers, reaching for your arm that you allow her to take. She inspects the injury and says, “It’s not too bad, just need to run some cool water over it and bandage it so it doesn’t get bumped or irritated!” You nod in agreement and let her guide you to the sink. She runs cool water over your arm while she retrieves the first aid kit after asking you where it’s located. She comes back and lays in on the counter, opening it and pulling out a bandage and some antibiotic ointment.

June pulls the bread out of the oven successfully and closes the door, turning it off. “Sorry, this wasn’t how this was supposed to have gone,” you say, embarrassed. “Hey, it’s okay! Just a few more minutes under the water and we can bandage you up and continue, if you’re still up for it?” She asks, with a tinge of something you can’t place in her voice.

“Of course we can continue! I’ve spent too much time on this food for it not to get eaten, regardless if it tastes bad or not,” June laughs at that, nodding. “That’s fair! I think I’d do the same,” She replies, her voice back to its usual chipper state. After running your arm through the water for 10 minutes, June pats it dry and begins to apply the ointment. “Thank you, for helping me,” you say, looking up at her. June’s eyes crinkle behind her glasses, her smile small but bright. “Of course! I’m...Glad I could be the one to help you, not that I’m glad you got hurt, but I’m happy that I could be the one to, care for you?” She says the last part like a question, cringing.

You get the gist of what she meant and your face warms. “Yeah, I’m glad it was you, too.”

June stops for a moment and stares at you, her blue eyes soft. She applies the bandage and steps back.

“All done! Now, we can eat and watch the movie I picked out!” You nod, smiling at her but you would be lying if you said you didn’t feel a bit disappointed. You thought that was the moment you two were going to share your first kiss. Maybe she got nervous?

After plating the food, the two of you sit at the coffee table, and June starts the movie. The two of you begin to eat, with June commenting on how good it is (thank God), but your mind wanders. Is this going well? Does she want to be here with you? Is she really enjoying the food? Why did she pull away? It must be noticeable, because June looks over and asks, “Hey, is everything okay? You’re not in pain, are you?”

You blink, looking at her and giving a small smile. “No, I’m fine, I was just...Thinking is all.” She shifts in her spot, now seeming nervous. “Really? What are you thinking about?” She asks, taking her fork and messing with the pasta.

“Just about how bad things almost went, or did go. You didn’t see it before you got here, but I fucked the sauce up and dropped the first batch of bread on the floor. Then I burn myself in front of you, it...It was just a lot. I hope this date is like, okay for you? I hope it’s meeting your expectations?”

“Well, of course it is! You’re here with me, that’s all I really wanted, everything else is just a nice touch. I’m sorry that happened before I got here and, well, after I got here, but it’s okay, really!” She had fully turned her attention to you, her body facing your side.

“I’m also just glad that you’re okay, I...It scared me when I heard you yell and the sound of the pan dropping. I’m laughing thinking about it now but, before I ran into the kitchen, I was really worried about what I would find, how badly you may have gotten hurt. But that’s where my mind wanders off to? I just...Care a lot for you? And want you to be okay.” As she’s said this, her hand reaches out and grabs yours, brushing her thumb over your knuckles.

You’re watching your hands clasped together, her thumb’s movements. Feeling that flutter again, you look up at June and see she’s already looking at you.

“I care a lot for you and I want the best for you as well.”

You tighten your grip on her hand while leaning forward. June meets you in the middle, her lips warm and soft against yours.

“Good Lord, why does wood have to be so HEAVY,” you grunt out, trying unsuccessfully to pull the wooden beam out of the pile. Your kid stands off to the side, stifling her giggles with her hand, finding much enjoyment in your predicament. You stand up and stretch your limbs, getting ready for another go at it. You take a deep breath, bending with your knees, and begin pulling again, with more force behind it. 

Sweating dripping off your brow, you continue to tug at the piece of wood, pleading with it to just MOVE. “Can someone help my mama?” Your kid finally yells out, causing you to whirl towards her with a panicked look on your face. “Rhea!” You hiss, seeing your phone in her hands, recording your ordeal. “Please, someone, my mama won’t ask for help and she needs it!” Rhea exclaims, drawing out the end of ‘please’. 

“Stop filming me struggling, dammit!” You try to contain your own laughter, hurrying back to continue pulling, hoping to finally get it to move before anyone hears your daughter’s yelling, not wanting an encounter with a random stranger. Rhea continues to hoot and holler, hoping to garner attention to you both. Your face now red from a mixture of stifled laughter, exertion, and embarrassment.

“What’s all this, then?” A gravelly voice booms out, halting yours and your daughter's movements. You both turn towards the voice, finding a large, tall man, standing off to the side, hands on his hips. His brown eyes glitter with what looks to be amusement, probably been watching quietly for a while. Your ears burn, straightening up and wiping your hands off on your shirt. 

“I’m so sorry to bother your shopping, please ignore my–” “My mama won’t ask for help and she needs it! Please help her!” Your daughter cuts you off. You put your hands over your face, groaning. “Is that all?” He asks, raising a blond eyebrow at your kid. She nods, finally putting the phone down after succeeding in her mission. 

“Alright then, let’s have at it,” British accent now noticeable after the initial shock, he walks over to the wood you’re standing in front of, easily lifting a beam into his arms. “How many?” He asks, looking towards you. You stand there in shock, at how easily he was able to lift it, to his bulging muscles now able to be seen through his shirt. 

“J-just that one, sir. I need it cut into three 6-inch pieces, though,” You stutter out, realizing your gaze had been on him for too long. That glint in his eyes doesn’t go away, you assume he noticed the staring. “To the wood-cutting area, then?” He turns, walking off in the direction of the wood-cutting services. You and your daughter share a look before scurrying after him.

Once you arrive, you tell the associate what you want, and they begin the process. The three of you stand off to the side while they cut, looking over at the man, you begin speaking. “I really appreciate what you did for us, thank you…?” “Simon,” He offers his name, you giving your own and your daughter’s. “Thank you, Simon. Is there anything I can do to repay you for helping?” You ask, reaching for your bag. “Don’t worry about it,” He grunts out, walking forward to grab the pieces they’ve finished with, loading them onto a cart. 

Once they’re done, he wheels the cart towards the checkout, paying for the wood. “Oh! Sir, you don’t have to–""Don’t worry about it, love,” He says again, adding ‘love’ to the end of this one, causing your cheeks to redden. Once the transaction is complete, he pulls the cart outside. “The car park is pretty big, you can pull your car up to the entrance, I’ll load it.” He says, You nod, you and Rhea walk quickly to your car, getting inside and buckling in. 

You pull your car around to the front of the store, opening the trunk. He begins loading the wood inside, making quick work of the now smaller pieces. Once done, he comes around to your side of the car. You roll your window down, going to thank him again, when he holds his hand up. “Could’ve hurt yourself. Just ask for help next time, yeah? Don’t have to do everything alone,” He says, causing your mouth to fall open, like he read your mind. “But, if you’re privy to certain help, you can always give me a ring,” He hands over a card with a number on it, with his full name, ‘Simon Riley’.

“Thank you, Simon. I’ll be sure to let you know,” You say, bashfully. He smirks, “Have a lovely day, you two,” He says, before walking back inside the store. You roll your window up, pulling away from the entrance. You’re driving for a bit, both silent, before Rhea finally speaks up, “He was really cute, and nice. You should text him.” You sputter. “Rhea! I have no idea who he even is–""Get to know him! He was, like, totally checking you out, and so were you,” She says, looking over at your blushing face. “I don’t know…” You trail off. You hadn’t done much dating in a very long time. Not having much time for it between your daughter and work. Now that Rhea is a teenager, maybe you could have some time to find a relationship?

Seemingly reading your mind (ya’ll gotta stop doing that), she adds, “I’m old enough to watch myself, go have some fun!” You roll your eyes, a smile forming on your face. Maybe he wouldn’t be against seeing you under different circumstances?

Arriving home and maneuvering the now much easier to handle wooden pieces, you set them in a pile inside the garage, for your upcoming project. Once inside and settled in, you pull out the card and contemplate what you’ll say. You add his number to your contacts and pull up a message screen for him. You let him know it’s you and add,

‘I would really like to get to know you more, if you’re not opposed?’

A few minutes later, he responds.

‘Not at all opposed, love. Just let me know what time is best for you x’

June sighs against you, her other arm wrapping around you while she shuffles closer. Your free hand reaches out to steady yourself, finding purchase on her thigh. She lets out a noise and you pull away from the kiss and from her leg.

“Sorry! I was just steadying myse—”

June grabs your hand and puts it back where it was.

“I-it’s fine, keep it there, I liked it,” she says.

“Oh, okay, so the noise was—” “A good one,” June cuts you off, laughing breathlessly.

She leans back in and the kiss is more intense this time, her hand sliding away from your shoulders and down to your side. June’s other hand cups your face, tilting your head slightly.

You eagerly kiss back, your hand tightening its grip, her skin dimpling underneath your fingers.

June pulls away suddenly and shyly asks, “Could we...Is it okay if we go to your bedroom?”

You face flushes. You nod, standing up and she follows you, grabbing your hand.

You lead her to your room, closing the door behind her.

“We can continue what we were doing before, just on the bed, if that’s alright?” You smile and nod at her request, getting onto the bed and she eagerly joins you, diving into another kiss.

With this position, the two of you are within each others’ embrace, legs tangled and clothes wrinkled.

June begins to slide her hand under your shirt, whispering in your ear, “Is this okay?” And your nod, letting out a quiet yes.

She starts slow, just brushing up and down your side, exploring the untouched skin. You sigh into the kiss, emboldening her. June’s hand wanders, over your chest and down your stomach. You shiver, pulling away and removing your shirt. Her eyes take in your naked top half, before she hesitates a moment, before kissing her way down your neck, across your chest, and down further.

Your breath hitches, body reacting to her touch, goosebumps causing hairs to stand on end.

June removes her glasses and sets them on the night stand, hovering over you now.

“How far do you want to go?” She asks, petting your side.

“However far you’d like to go, whatever you want. You don’t have to worry, you can touch me, I’ll let you know if something bothers me, okay?” You reassure her, grabbing her hand.

She bites her lip to hold back a noise unsuccessfully, looking over your body.

“Y-yeah, okay, got it. Thank you,” She says, leaning down to peck your lips.

“Of course.”

She removes her dress and you help her unbutton her shirt, and she helps you out of your pants. The two of you, now only in your underwear, take in one another.

“You’re beautiful,” you tell her, and she dips her head, bashful.

“You look fantastic, too.” You smile up at her and open your arms, and June falls into your embrace.

It feels glorious, skin to skin like this. You and her begin to kiss once more, hands roaming.

You feel her erection pressing into your thigh, and you shift your body to have your crotch pressing against hers.

June moans, pressing further against you.

“C-can I, um, I really want to taste you…” She gets out, and you’re not sure if her face could get any more red.

You nod, reaching for your underwear before she stops you.

“I want to try something,” June says, and drops between your thighs.

Oh.

She kisses along the crotch, her hands grabbing the back of your thighs and pushing them towards you.

Your head drops to the bed, soaking in all the sensations.

June’s tongue wets the already moist fabric, and you moan at the feeling. One of her hands moves from your thigh to push the fabric to the side, her thumbing over your clit.

Your breath stutters, legs falling further apart as she speeds up. June’s finger on her other hand are brought to her mouth where she wets them, before pressing them to your entrance.

She slides in one at a time until they’re soaked, before beginning to thrust. Your legs tremble at the sensations, gasping. June’s thumb is replaced by her tongue, now no longer separated by the fabric, she sucks your clit into her mouth and you shout.

Your hands reach down and lightly grip her dark hair and she hums against you.

You feel yourself close to the edge too soon, but the way her fingers dance within and her mouth moves against you it’s hard to hold yourself back.

June seems to sense this, and pulls back for a moment to say, “It’s okay, you can cum.”

When she latches back to your body, you obey. One of her hands keeps you spread open while you finish, your legs trying to instinctively close around her.

Overstimulated, you try to move away from her touch, and June pulls back.

You’re heaving when she leans over, taking you in.

“Are you okay? We can stop if—”

“N-no, I’m okay, please keep going,” you stutter, “Wanna feel you.”

June makes another noise, “God, you say things that make me feel crazy.”

She removes her panties and settles between your legs, grabbing and wrapping them around her waist.

“Oh shit, wait,” She starts, leaning down and grabbing her dress, digging into the pocket.

She pulls out a condom but you grab her wrist. “You...don’t have to use one if you don’t want to.”

June bites her lip, nodding, and sets it on the night stand.

“Okay, are you ready?” She asks, settling back into her previous position.

You nod, and watch her brush her cock through your folds.

She moans at the sensation and it jolts you, still coming down from your orgasm.

June slips all the way inside you, until you’re flush against another.

She takes some deep breaths, you’re assuming she’s trying not to cum too quick, so you reassure her the way she did for you.

“You don’t have to hold yourself back,” you start, and she nods, before pulling out slowly and sinking back in.

“N-not holding back, but it just feels so good, I don’t want it to be over so soon,” June says, her grip on your thighs shifting.

“We can do this more than just this once, if you want…” You trail off, looking up at her.

She stops and stares down at you, laughing softly, “Yeah, that’s true!”

June takes a deep breath before speeding up, skin slapping against another.

Her cock reaches further in you than her fingers did, and it feels amazing. June leans over you now, encasing you in her embrace, bodies flushed.

“Um, do you want me to, cum in you?” She asks, her breath ghosting your ear.

She can’t see it but you nod, “Yes, please.”

June let’s out a long moan before she finishes, her head tucked into your neck and her hands gripping your shoulders.

She pulls away after coming down, going to get up to go grab a wash cloth. You grab her wrist and pull her back towards you, protesting.

“I just wanna clean you up, if that’s okay?”

“Later,” you say, reaching over and grabbing some tissues and doing a quick clean up job. She laughs and tosses the dirtied tissues before settling into bed with you.

“So…” June starts, her hand idly running over your skin, “Was it, good? Bad? You can tell me if it was.” You snort, “It was great, no notes.” You brush her hair back and she grins.

“Awesome, I’m glad, because I though it was really good myself,” She says, taking your hand and kissing your fingers.

That fluttering is back, and you hesitantly ask, “June, would you...want be my girlfriend?”

Her eyes widen, before a huge smile breaks out over her face.

“Would I? Hell yes!” She pulls you into an embrace that takes the breath of you, and you laugh as she peppers your face with kisses.

Without you around, Leon would surely be running around like a chicken with its head cut off. 

You think about that metaphor and grimace, realizing how dark it actually is. With a shake, you rid your mind of it and resume your task. Leon had to abruptly leave for an important meeting that was called at the last minute. You could hear him bitching about it the whole time while scrambling for the necessary papers for said meeting, and Leon had left his office in complete shambles.

Your smaller office was connected to his, ‘yeah, an office, if you could call it a room even, more like a shoebox,’ and after throwing the door into the wall with a BANG and a rushed “Meeting, be back whenever,” Leon was gone. After settling your heart rate back to its regular rhythm, you had gotten up and checked the wall for any doorknob shaped dents.

Praying to the Lord that the doorstop still does its job after the one thousandth time of being repeatedly smacked, you glanced into his office and stopped. Typically, about once a month you like to help Leon out with his space, straightening things up for him, but this…

‘I don’t know how this man works like this…I can only imagine what his house is like.’

Back in the present and at the task at hand, you start with the papers thrown about the floor, gathering them together. You begin to sort them by the date, noticing that some even have footprints on them! ‘This man…’ you groan, trying to dust the sheets off, only succeeding in smudging the dirt further.

Stacking the documents off to the side, you begin clearing off the top of Leon’s desk, grabbing dirty mugs with old coffee in them and pouring them out in the sink in the kitchenette. You carry a roll of paper towels, disinfectant spray, and a duster back to his office.

Dusting what little trinkets he had on his desk, you run it over his desktop computer and its keyboard. Trying not to apply too much pressure when you start going over the keys, you manage to bump into the mouse, waking the computer from its sleep.

Glancing at the screen, you notice it didn’t lock. ‘He’s like a secret agent or something, right? Why does he not have this locked? Or…Could it be that he doesn't know how to?” You think back on how God awful he is at working any device, having to sometimes ask multiple times a day for help. You let out a puff of air and grin, already thinking about how you’re going to bring it up once he’s back.

Though, something catches your eye on the screen. His personnel file is pulled up.

He isn’t really secretive about his background, more like you never have an opportunity to ask about it. Leon’s mentioned friends and some semblance of a family, and if you try hard enough you can still make out a southern drawl on the tailend of some of his words.

A small peek wouldn’t hurt. 

You bend over, face just a few inches away from the screen, and begin scanning, finding the first one you’re looking for.

‘The southern lilt makes sense now!’ 

Seeing that he comes from a small town, a smile forms on your face, thinking about the stories he could possibly tell you about it, the yapper he is. You store the location into your brain, planning to do your own research later. 

The next one that catches your eye is his date of birth. ‘April Fool’s Day? Oh, poor guy probably got so much shit for that in school. I bet his parents had a hard time convincing their family that he was actually born that day and it wasn’t a prank. Also an Aries, fitting for him’ 

You laugh at your thoughts but freeze, your gaze moving to the small calendar propped up on his desk. 

‘That’s in 3 weeks! Why didn’t he say anything?’

He may not care about it much? Some people, as they get older, don’t hold as much emphasis on things like that. Regardless, you’ll do something for him, it’ll be small and simple, but hopefully it’ll open him up for more discussions about his past, or at least put one of those rare smiles on his face.

You finish cleaning up his office and put away the supplies, brainstorming ideas for the rest of the day.

-

As his birthday gets closer, you sneak in decorations a little at a time, not wanting him to catch onto what you’re planning. The night before the big day, you tell Leon you’ll be staying later to catch up on some paperwork. None the wiser, he nods, going back to his computer screen.

Once he’s left for the day, your plan is set into motion.

You pull out the items stashed in the back of your desk’s drawers, starting with a banner, each letter a different color painted on burlap, spelling out “HAPPY BIRTHDAY”. You tape it to the front of his desk, then move on to the kitchenette. You pull out a tablecover, white with polka dots the same color as the letters on the banner. You set two party hats down on the table, laying out the candles you’ll be putting in his cake–er pie?

Trying nonchalantly to ask about his favorite desserts, he had mentioned he hadn’t had pecan pie in awhile, that it used to be one of his favorites. Thanking your granny for always making one for almost every holiday, you knew that recipe off the top of your head.

You triple checked that it was still in its container in the fridge. ‘It hasn’t grown legs and walked off.’ You giggle at the thought and shut the door, going through the space to check once more on your handiwork. 

Satisfied, you shut the lights off and lock up, a bounce in your step as you walk to your car.

-

You’re up before your alarm screams at you, too excited about today. You head into the office earlier than usual, getting the pie out from the fridge and setting it on the table, sticking the candles in it.

You feel like your body is literally vibrating from excitement, not knowing why you’re so thrilled. 

I mean, yeah you’re throwing a surprise party for Leon, but there’s something else there. Maybe it’s that you get to do something for him? You do feel a bit giddy whenever he thanks you for tidying up his office, his lopsided smile making your own smile turn into a grin.

‘Maybe you have a crush on Leon?”

Oh, it could be that. Dude’s hot, a bit dorky. A flirt, too, even if he doesn’t mean to come off that way. You could see it. You don’t have long to contemplate the thought, hearing his Jeep pull up.

Screaming internally, you rush to grab your party hat and throw it on, turning off the light and moving to stand in the middle of the room.

The door opens with a soft chime. Leon steps into the foyer, muttering, “Why the hell are the lights out?” 

Leon walks into the room and flips the switch, and you scream, “SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LEON!”

You startled him it seems. Leon jumps back, hand hovering over his side before realizing it’s just you, and his hand drops.

‘Damn, he almost pulled his gun on me, maybe that wasn’t the best idea, next time I definitely won’t–’

“How did you know it was my birthday?”

Snatched from your internal monologue, you stare at him. 

He seems…upset?

“Uh, w-well, back a few weeks ago, I was cleaning your office and saw that your file was pulled up, I happened to glance at your birthdate! Also, it totally makes sense, like, of course you’re an Aries. Athletic, brave, charming, stereotypical and…”

You trail off, your rambling dying off at his hardened expression. 

Leon walks towards you. 

He’s not the tallest man, but with the expression on his face along with his body language, you feel minuscule.

You try to ease the tension in the room, by babbling, of course.

“I made you a pie, pecan! Y-you said you hadn’t had it in awhile, and my family makes a really good one, it’s actually my granny’s recipe–” He holds a hand up to silence you.

He walks back to the front door and locks it, before stalking past you into his office.

“Come in and close the door,” he says cooly.

Dread seeps into you, breathing beginning to pick up. ‘Is he going to fire me?’

You take a deep breath and release, turning and walking into his space, closing the door behind you.

You sit in the loveseat in front of his desk. It seems like the banner stares you down as well, seemingly mocking you in this turn of events.

He sits down in his chair and leans back, chin in his hand while he stares off to the side.

You stare at your lap, hands sweaty as you wring them. 

“You have no idea why I don’t celebrate it.” 

Your eyes dart up to look at him, but he’s still staring off, but his expression looks softer now.

You think he’s talking out loud, so you don’t answer, looking down once more. 

“My parents died when I was younger. After they were gone, no one threw me any parties. No more gifts, no more cakes. I couldn't even tell the other kids because they thought I was lying about the date. So I stopped celebrating it. Kept it to myself, until now.”

Your heart hurts for him. The pain behind his words are evident.

“I’m so sorry, Leon,” you blurt out, unable to hold back the wave of emotions, “You deserve to have a happy birthday, with cakes and gifts and all, surrounded by those who care for and love you. I just wanted it to be a good day for you, I didn’t mean to bring back such awful memories.”

You’re a mess, the horrible feeling of guilt filling you, your eyes red with unshed tears. You rise from your seat and walk around to him, and Leon stands up on instinct.

You don’t even care if this isn’t professional at this point. You wrap your arms around his waist and embrace him, your tear soaked face soaking into his button up.

He says your name, “It’s okay, you didn’t know,” he tries to comfort you as best as he can, going to pat your head and disturbs the streamers around the edges of the party hat you’re still wearing. You gasp and pull back, ripping it off and tossing it to the ground.

You apologize again, making your way towards the desk to pull the banner down. You’re pulling the tape off the corner when Leon’s hand stops you.

“Hey.”

Leon says softly, his fingers grasping your wrist, tugging your hand away. 

“You said I deserve to have a happy birthday, don’t I?” He asks, and you jerk your head in a nod, “Of course, yeah.”

He smiles, “Well, there’s always today, it’s still my big day, ain’t it?” 

He walks over and picks up the hat up off the floor, holding it out to you.

“Haven't heard from you in a couple of months But I'm out right now, and I'm all fucked up And you're callin' my phone, you're all alone And I'm sensin' some undertone”

Getting trashed with your friends has become a weekly occurrence, going out bar hopping and dancing the night away. It’s the usual Friday night, taking shots in between your horribly inaccurate throws at the dartboard with your darts, sending you and your friends into a laughing fit. After finishing your turn, you ungracefully plop down onto a bar stool, pulling out your phone.

The screen lights up and you’re met with a missed call from your ex, Leon. ‘What does he want?’ Seeing a voicemail was left, you stand up and let your friends know you’re stepping outside for some air. Opening the back door into an alley, the brisk autumn air sending a chill through your body. Clicking on the voicemail, you let it play.

There’s some rustling on his end of the line, “Hey,” He starts, slurring his greeting, “What’re you up to tonight? Settled into my new place…Not too far from those bars you and your friends go to,” He knows? Like he can hear your thoughts, he lets out an airy chuckle, “Come over…Been thinkin’ ‘bout you...Missin’ you. Sent the address.” The recording ends there. Obviously drunk himself, yet that huskiness of his voice that always sent tingles through your being is present. He knows what it does to you, even after everything.

“And I'm right here with all my friends But you're sendin' me your new address And I know we're done, I know we're through But, God, when I look at you”

You bite your lip, contemplating. The way things ended between you two wasn’t that bad…He’s just an asshole! His antics drove you up the wall. The shit he would get into with his friends, that damn mouth on him. But, oh, he was so sweet when he wasn’t being a little shit. Crinkling his beautiful blues, cocking his head, that grin. Whispering the sweetest words in your ear, syrup dripping from his lips. Coating your senses and setting your body aflame.

The way he could work your body…Fuck. You don’t think you’ll ever find someone as good as him. The past couple months have been achingly empty for you, in so many ways. Your body yearning for his touch, it begging, one more time, please just one more. Your teeth bite into your fist, trying to rein in your hormones and your thoughts. You know it’s a losing battle, especially with your inebriated mind. 

“My brain goes, "Ah" Can't hear my thoughts (I cannot hear my thoughts) Like blah-blah-blah (blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah) Should probably not I should probably, probably not I should probably, probably not”

Feeling fuzzy, your body warming up at the thought of his hands on you again. ‘He invited you! He wanted to show you his new place, you can’t be rude and turn that down. It’ll be okay, come on! You can just be friends now, there’s no harm in that.’ Your brain jumps through hoops trying to sway your answer. 

“Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right? Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right? Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right? Seein' you tonight, fuck it, it's fine”

You take a deep breath and walk back inside. Your friends are sitting at a table now, munching on appetizers and sipping away. You tell them you aren’t feeling good, that you’re going to go home and go to bed. Wishing you well and to be safe, their sentences blending together. You take your leave and head to the front, pulling out your phone to get a ride to Leon’s new place. It doesn’t take long for the car to show up, and once inside the car pulls away from the sidewalk, heading to your undoing. 

“Now I'm gettin' in the car, wreckin' all my plans I know I should stop–but I can't And I told my friends I was asleep But I never said where or in whose sheets”

You don’t let him know you’re coming, in case you change your mind. ‘You won’t,’ Your mind hisses, ‘You need this too bad. It’ll be this one time and you can get it, and him, out of your system,’ Your mind is still persuading you, even as the buildings fly past and the streetlights blur across the window, ever getting closer to him.

The car reaches its destination, you thank the driver and step out to an apartment complex. Taking the stairs instead of the elevator, you give yourself a once over while you make your trek to the second floor. Taking the smallest steps, you finally make it to his door. Deep breath in, exhale, you knock.

“And I pull up to your place, on the second floor And you're standin', smiling at the door And I'm sure I've seen much hotter men But I really can't remember when”

Faint shuffling is heard before the door is opened, and there he is. Propped against the frame, taking up the majority of the space with his broadness. Shirtless, with gray sweats that hang dangerously low on his hips, that crooked smirk is plastered on his face. It soon turns into a grin as his eyes make his way up your body, flushing your entire system with want.

He sighs, cocking his head. His blond fringe falls away from his face. “Knew you’d come.” He steps aside and ushers you in, locking the door behind you while you remove your shoes and put down your belongings. The new place is quite nice, Leon having already unpacked everything, the kitchen and living room looking immaculate. The thing about Leon, is that he may seem like a douche on the outside, acting like he doesn’t care about anything, but he’s quite the perfectionist. What you lo–liked about him, how meticulous he was about things, small stuff that you didn’t think he’d notice.

Which makes it all the more frustrating for you. His outwardly behavior doesn’t make–You snap back from your thoughts when you feel him brush against you from behind, his body’s warmth seeping into your system. “Like it so far?” He whispers, bending down to your ear, his breath disturbing pieces of your hair. This close, he smells faintly of vodka and his signature scent, the fragrance washing over your senses. God, you missed him. 

“My brain goes, "Ah" Can't hear my thoughts (I cannot hear my thoughts) Like blah-blah-blah (blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah) Should probably not I should probably, probably not I should probably, probably not”

“Yeah, i-it looks great. You’ve always had an eye for decor,” You get out, tongue feeling heavy in your mouth. He hums, placing his hands on either of your upper arms. His fingers gripping softly, skin tingling around his palms. “Thanks. Let me give you a tour, yeah? You haven’t seen the best part yet,” He chuckles and steers you into the living room, seeming like he’s actually going to take you throughout the place.

He directs you to stand in front of the couch.

It’s the same one he had at his old apartment. A black leather sofa with solid wood legs, the contrasting colors make it pop. It had always been pretty comfortable, you could see why he wouldn’t get rid of it. “Remember this couch?” He asks, lightly squeezing your arms. You hum and nod, not sure where he’s going with this. He leans down, grazing his lips against the shell of your ear. You can hear the grin in his words  as he says, “Remember when I made you squirt so much that it was dripping off the sides?” 

The fire that erupts in your body scorches throughout. Like he flipped a switch with his words, your nipples harden, feeling wetness run out of you. You make a noise in the back of your throat while he moves his hands from your arms. One lowering to grip your waist, the other moving higher, to your throat. A firm hold, he adds no pressure. It sits there, possessively. 

He guides your head back, tilting it so you can meet his eyes. Cerulean half-lidded, grin still spread across his face with satisfaction at your body’s response. Tipping his head forward, lips brushing. “You’ve needed me so bad, huh? Must’ve been so hard these past couple months without me fucking you.” You whimper, eyes fluttering closed. He tightens his grip on your throat. 

“Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right? Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right? Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right? Seein' you tonight, fuck it, it's fine”

“Look at me,” He commands, your eyes once again trained on his face. “So good, you could always follow directions so well.” “Please,” You plead, beginning to tremble. “Oh? Something you want? You know how to ask, or is that brain of yours already turned to mush?” He’s taunting you, you don’t even fucking care. “N-need you to touch me, so bad,” You whisper, lips parted. You lean up on your tiptoes to try to close the distance between your lips, but he pulls away.

He tuts, “Why don’t we start with you getting on your knees for me, then I’ll think about touching you, hm?” He pats your cheek with his hand. You turn towards him and immediately sink to the floor, knees hitting the rug a bit too fast, causing a bit of burn. Ignoring it to grab at his sweats, you begin pulling them down. “Goddamn, baby. If I knew you would get on your knees this quick, I would’ve called sooner.” Ignoring him, you work on his briefs next, joining the pants around his ankles.

Fully exposed to you, your eyes rake up his sculpted physique. Having looked like he was carved out of marble, freckles and moles scattered about his body, his chest scars faintly contrasting with his skin. “Admiring the view? Me too,” He props his hands on his hips, smirking down at you. You think if you rolled your eyes any harder they’d pop out of their sockets.

You look up at him, a smirk pulling at your features. He narrows his eyes. “What’s that look ab–oh fuck!” He yells out, hands shooting from his hips to entangle in your hair, having latched your mouth to his T-cock without warning. It jumps in your mouth and you quickly set to work on sucking, moving your head back and forth, hands gripping his thighs.

You set a ruinous pace, giving him a taste of his own medicine. You glance up to see his head thrown back and eyes closed, biting his lip to unsuccessfully stifle his whines. Your hand trails up closer to his cunt, fingers dipping into the wetness that’s accumulated. You slide one inside easily, immediately curling it and setting its pace to match your mouth.

He gasps out, body hunched over yours now, the grip he has on your hair tightens, a slight sting to it. “Ugh, God, baby don’t stop it feels so good, uh, yeah, you make me feel so fucking good,” That mouth of his never knows when to shut up, especially during sex. His babbles continue, his hips now meeting your mouth, thrusting into your warmth. You glide your tongue over his hardened clit, nose bumping into it while dipping down into his hole, tasting more of him. You love the way he tastes, eyes falling shut, savoring.

Leon’s body begins to tremble, a sign that he’s close. You latch your mouth back into place over his growth while you slide another finger inside, ramping up the pace. “FUCK, God! Don’t stop, I’m so goddamn close, baby. Feels so good, make me feel so good, love that fucking mouth,” continuous stream of words pouring from his mouth now, making you dizzy from the praise.

Feeling his beginning release splashing against you, you move your hand up to his lower abdomen and press down. Cock pulsing in your mouth while he squirts, soaking you and your clothes. They’ll surely be a noise complaint from the scream he produced as he hit his peak. You remove your mouth from him with a pop and lean back, loving the fucked out expression his face. 

“God. I needed that,” He murmurs, his hands now soothingly running through your hair. You hum, reaching to peel off your ruined clothing. “That’s a good look for you, babe.” It never stops with him. Shooting him a glare, you stand up and pull your bottoms down, stepping out of them. You pull your shirt off next, throwing it against his chest. It meets skin with a satisfying splat. “Ugh, why’d you do that for?” He grumbles, tossing it to the ground. 

“You and that goddamn mouth,” You spat, shoving your underwear down to your feet. “Whatever, you fucking love it.” He says, watching your movements with a starved look. Now fully naked, you turn toward him and catch his stare. You grin, “Admiring the view?” You repeat his own words to him, his eyes darting up to catch your amused look. Without answering, he stalks forward and you’re suddenly lifted into the air, a squeal leaving your throat.

Wrapping your legs around his waist to anchor yourself, latching your arms around his neck, he carries you into his bedroom. Tossing you onto the bed with an ‘oof’ leaving you, he opens his night stand and sets a few items to the side. “I’ve been thinking,” He starts, coming back to you and grabbing the back of your knees, pulling your legs apart. “About this since you walked out of my door two months ago. Been craving your pussy like a fucking drug.” He sinks to his knees. 

“Yes, I know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect? "I only see him as a friend," the biggest lie I ever said Oh, yes, I know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect? I only see him as a friend, I just tripped and fell into his bed”

“Now, you’re going to keep those legs spread for me while I eat you out, and you ain’t cumming until I tell you to.” He spits on your cunt. He watches it drip down your clit, jumping at the contact, swollen from arousal. “Fuck, no, come on Leon,” You beg, propping yourself up on your elbows to look down at him. You open your mouth to plead some more when he lunges forward and licks a trail up from your hole to then suck your clit into his mouth. 

You gasp, falling back against the sheets and he takes his fill, the noises of your wet pussy filling the empty space. You whimper, holding yourself back, but his fucking mouth. On a particular hard suck, your body spasms and you squirt, wetting Leon’s chin. He pulls away, narrowing his eyes. “What did I tell you?” He asks, pushing two fingers into your trembling hole. “I-I didn’t–fuck–cum!” You gasp out, his finger unrelenting. “No squirting either, or can you not follow directions, huh?” He goads. You huff, letting your head fall back to the bed once more. “Can’t help that it f-feels so good–ah–” Your back arches when he hits a particular spot inside you. 

This isn’t what you were expecting from Leon’s call, thinking it would be a quickie, it soon evolving into what seems like an all night fuck session. You would have those every once in a while, his stamina seemingly lasting for hours. You were not prepared for it, but you’re not complaining, either.

His mouth returns to you, lapping up your juices, slurping as he goes. You groan at the sensation, gripping the sheets. “Favorite fucking meal,” His babbling coming back, pussy drunk. You tense up, fighting off the waves of pleasure and bite your lip, taking deep breaths. He must notice, as he pulls up for a breath he asks, “Aw, poor thing. Bet you’re wanting to just gush on my face, huh?” You whimper, “Leon, please. I’ve been so good, let me cum,” You’re close to tears, willing to tell him anything if he allows you to finish.

He hums, contemplating, rubbing his thumb against your clit, it throbbing against his finger. “Tell me how much you missed me, how badly you needed me these past couple months.” You tense, your brain in a frenzy trying to form a sentence. You did miss him. Missed his cocky smile, his corny jokes and his softer side he showed only to you. Your brain conjured up something you didn’t proofread before it left your mouth, saying, “I love you.”

Leon stills. His movements paused over your overly sensitive area, watching your face. “You…What?” Unbeknownst to you, his widened eyes shimmering with emotion, you hastily try to backtrack. “I-I didn’t mean to say that, not what I meant to say,” You get out, pulling yourself up on your elbows. “I didn’t mean to make this awkward, I’m sorry, Le–AH” You yell out, your lower body getting grabbed and dragged even further off the edge of the bed, Leon starting again with renewed vigor.

“F-fuck, Leon! Oh God, I c-can’t hold back anymore, gonna cum,” You wail out, hands reaching down to pull at his silky strands. He groans against you, “Cum for me, baby, come on. Make a mess all over my fucking face,” He growls out, unrelenting. Your hips buck up to meet his suckling, fingers squelching in and out of you. Keening, you reach your orgasm. Chanting his name as you quiver against his head, your release running down his face and chest. He groans, letting you ride it out. Rutting into his mouth, his jumbled words indecipherable to your blissed out mind. 

Laying limp against the sheets, Leon finally pulls away, eyes raking over your body, taking in every detail he can. He maneuvers your body to lay your head against the pillows, climbing into bed himself. He engulfs your frame, burying his face into your neck.

“Did you mean it?” His ask is muffled by his face’s position against you. You bring your hands up, running one up and down his back while the other cards through his hair. You take a breath before responding. “Yeah, I did,” Turning your face, your confirmation whispered against his head. His grip tightens, a noise bubbling up from his throat. 

“Do you…Love me too?” You ask, the air around you two seemingly waiting with anticipation. He moves his head against you, nodding. A smile adorns your face. You kiss the top of his head, letting him continue to latch onto you. He shifts, clearing his throat and pulling the blankets over your bodies. You’re now turned away from him, with him spooning you. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulls you closer. He buries his face into your hair, “Do you, you know. Want to try again?” His voice is quiet, muffled still. 

“Yeah, I would,” You smile, squeezing one of his forearms. “Cool,” He says, his grip tightening. Emotional constipation aside, It’s moments like these where you forget why you left to begin with. These moments you cherished with Leon after being so vulnerable. The way his voice softened and became shy, how he would hold you close. Maybe, after your confession, it would change things, maybe.

Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

The clink of ice hitting the side of Leon’s glass is the only sound that’s heard through the bedroom. Taking a sip of the whiskey, he sighs as his other hand runs through your hair. His fingers move through the strands, lightly tugging along the way. Gathering your hair, he wraps it around his hand before letting it drop. You hum, the sound sending waves of pleasure through him. He lets his head drop against the back of the armchair, moaning softly. 

Your undulating motions against his cock are slow, savoring the way he feels in your mouth, the taste of him. You’re relaxed in between his legs, one of your hands rubbing his thigh while the other is between your own legs, rubbing slow circles against your clit. “S’good to me,” you hear him breathe out, his hand never stopping its journey through your strands, lightly scratching your scalp along the way.

You feel his thighs start the quake under your touch, signifying he’s close. “B-baby, m’close,” he whines. You smile against him, ministrations ceasing. You lean back and take in his tousled look. Soft blond locks sticking to his skin from sweat, shirt unbuttoned and wrinkled, dress pants and briefs down at his ankles. Lidded blue eyes gaze down at you, Leon taking in your own disheveled appearance. Your own shirt unbuttoned, bottoms tossed aside, underwear pulled down to your bent knees, thighs soaked. 

Setting down his glass, he murmurs, “Fuck, you’re stunning.” Now leaning over you, keeping a firm grasp on your hair. He pulls you up by the back of your head into a fervid kiss, tasting himself. He pulls away with a moan, standing up. He discards the rest of his clothing before offering his hand to you, helping you off the carpet. Leading you to the bed, Leon lays down and pulls you on top of him. You settle in place, your core grinding against him, wetting his cock with your slick.

Chest to chest, lips to lips, his hand begins wandering in your hair again, firm grip secure in your locks. There’s no rush, movements drawn out and soft, sounds of pleasure spilling for each of your mouths, both bathing in the glory of each other. Leon’s cock catches on your entrance every so often, almost slipping inside to instead glide over your bud, sending a rush of pleasure through you during each pass. Leon shifts his hips, his cock now prodding at your entrance. There’s slight resistance before it glides in, fully seated on him.

You both moan out simultaneously when he slips inside you, filling you up fully. One hand on your head, the other secured around your lower back. Fingers sinking firmly into your skin, Leon’s thrusts are deep and slow, hips rolling while his grasp keeps you in place. “Feel perfect, made for me,” He whispers in your ear, his maunder starting. Your hand ventures downward, circling yourself once more. Leon hums, “Let me,” his hand on your back leaving to reach over towards the night stand, in a fluid motion grabbing the vibrator and bringing it between your bodies. Turning it on to its lowest setting, he places it, the toy being held in place between you two. You gasp, the soft vibrations mixed with the leisure motions of Leon’s hips slowly building you up to an intense orgasm. 

He feels your pussy beginning to grip him tighter, nearing your end. “Getting close, baby?” He asks, kissing your temple. “P-please, may I cum?” You beg, your thighs quivering. He lets out a breathy chuckle before answering, “So good, asking f’permission. You can cum, honey.” A few more drags of his cock against your walls has you spilling over the brim into rapture. Each push of his dick into your clenching heat creates more of a mess between you, your orgasm prolonged. 

Crying out his name, chanting “Thankyouthankyouthankyou,” you grip at his forearms as he continues, eyes rolling back into your head. His own noises picking up, your release sending him careening into his own bliss. Whimpering out your name, he clutches your hair tighter, releasing inside you. You both lay in your shared euphoria, the glow of it warming your skin. He slides out, cum pouring out and dripping onto the bed.

Leon rolls over onto his side, bringing you with him. Grabbing tissues, he wipes up his essence, all the while leaving kisses across your skin. “Absolutely divine,” he whispers against you, running his hands down your body. You beam at him, pushing his hair back and cupping his face. Embracing you, Leon kisses your forehead, not once does his hand leave your hair.

His hands grasp yours, almost melding into one. Bodies almost fused together with how close you are, beings inseparable. Ethan’s body presses yours into the sheets, his naked frame rocking against your own, the chorus of sounds leaving your mouths are combined with the symphony of the thunderstorm raging outside the open bedroom window. Ethan’s cock rubs against your entrance, teasing, bumping into your stiffening clit.

“Ethan, p-please,” you falter, eyes fluttering shut as the head of his dick almost slips through your clenching hole before continuing its tortuous rubbing. Your hips rock upwards towards him, begging, enticing him to enter. Lightning flashes through the sky, lighting the room momentarily. You’re able to see his brow eyes, glinting with lust and reverence.

“Just a bit more, sweetheart, and then I’ll give you what you want,” he says against your lips, his hands squeezing yours where they lay on either side of your head. He’s a patient lover, dragging things out to an aching degree, relishing in the drawn out moments and your desperation. Your whimpers and desperate pleas are melodious to his ears, he kisses down your jawline and towards your neck, lightly sucking.

His cock throbs in response to your shifting hips, smearing his precum with your own wetness, by now soaking the sheets. Even after so long now, Ethan’s own patience is wearing thin. He shifts, tip of his cock beginning to breach your eager cunt. Your movements stop, spreading your legs further to accompany him, breath hitching, anticipating.

One hand leaves yours, tossing your leg over his arm. He slowly slides in, savoring the feeling of your walls pulling him inside. He exhales, tormenting himself now it seems. “Oh GOD please just fuck me—“ He sheaths inside at your command, bumping into your cervix. You cry out, free hand snapping up to clench at his shoulder, head tossed back.

He tuts, “Always so impatient,” his movements stopped, fingers rubbing your side. Your hips begin moving again, trying to get anything but Ethan’s hand moves down to pin you in place. “F-fuck, Ethan,” you sob, “I need you so bad, please fuck me.” The desperate look on your face finally has him caving in, pulling out and thrusting back in at a slow pace.

Your moan mixed with a sigh as he finally gives you what you’ve been craving, albeit not as fast as you’re wanting, you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him deeper into you. He chuckles, “What do you say?” He asks, whispering in your ear. “Thank you thank you thank you,” you chant, grabbing fistfuls of his hair.

The soft slapping of skin, the squelching of your pussy, now joining in the orchestra of sounds sounding throughout the room. Ethan’s hand grips yours tighter, never letting go as he begins to pick up speed, other hand keeping your body in place against the bed.

“Yeah, does that feel good, honey? Love the way you feel,” he murmurs against your skin, beginning to lose himself in your enveloping heat. You moan back in response, gripping him tighter. He leans back, shifting inside you while his hand starts rubbing against your aching clit.

Like the lightning outside, your body ascends in rapture, gushing around him. “Oh, so good for me, baby. Yeah, that’s it, cum for me,” his gentle words pouring over your like honey, so sweet, so Ethan. You chant his name over and over as he continues to rub your spasming clit, orgasm prolonged.

Eyes rolled back, your words incoherent, he doesn’t let up, nearing his own ecstasy. “F-fuck,” he whimpers out, pace stuttering as he cums, spilling into you. Leaning over you, his hand freed now returns to yours, riding out his high as he kisses you, hands held together tightly.

Orgasm dying down, he rolls over onto his back with you on top, still sheathed inside, not wanting to pull out just yet. Hand clasped in his, the other running down your back in soothing strokes, his gentle praises as he kisses any skin in his reach. Feeling warm with Ethan under (and inside) you, the rolling storm outside lulls you to sleep, slumbering peacefully in your lover’s arms.