swept to the side

Pit-A-Pat (Part 1)

Originally posted by mvssmedia

fuckboy!jungkook // high school au

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Smuttish, Romance

Word Count: 3.1K

Description: It all started when Jeon Jungkook moved into the house next door during the first year of high school. His popularity was given as his looks are extraordinary, and not to mention his outstanding grades. Everyone thinks of Jungkook as the perfect person with his good looks, perfect grades, and rich parents. However, Y/N thinks apart from that.

A/N: This wasn’t supposed to be a series but oops. 

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So for the last week, I’ve been seeing criticizing either the writing or Touka herself for getting intimate and feeling that Yoriko has been swept to the side or forgotten.

Honestly, I think it’s the exact OPPOSITE.

There’s nothing Touka can do right now. Both of them are recovering from the fight, their allies are scattered to the wind, and they have no idea where to start looking for answers.

Touka was clearly feeling helpless and hurt last chapter, hence turning her attention back to Kaneki. It’s a very human reaction, to seek out a distraction and comfort through intimacy. 

It seems to be a very raw and emotionally charged chapter, from what @makyun has said. 

It’s the calm before the storm, ultimately. Them getting this long-standing THING between them out, for lack of anything else they can do. 

  • invite: casual
  • me: fur coats over lingerie, lip gloss, jerry hall side-swept hair, sequins, gold lamé turbans, patti hearst symbionese liberation army gear, rogue, rollerina chic, sheer harem pants, mini skirts and muscular legs, platinum records as head gear, sequins, grace jones butch realness, gloss-y skin, bleached eyebrows, slits, riding in on a white horse, sequins, sky high stilettos, mirrored aviators, metal mesh, cowl neckline halters, or eyes of laura mars chic. no flat shoes. no matte surfaces. no natural looks.
Kissing Booth: All Genders Welcome

“Well that’s something you don’t see every day,” Kayla noted as they stared at a booth in the Houston rodeo.

“I don’t think that’s sanitary,” Austin mumbled.

But Will was hardly paying attention. He was looking instead at the raven haired guy running the booth with a smile on his face and a jar in front of him. He was… well gorgeous. His features were sharp, angled, exotic even. His skin was a beautiful olive tone, his eyes dark, ringed with dark lashes, his lips plump, his cheekbones high.

Will was completely swept away.

Suddenly two elbows jabbed into his sides and he yelped, swatting his siblings. “Do you want to stand in line?” Austin asked with a smirk.

A scarlet blush filled Will’s cheeks and he scowled. “No! Of course not! That’s completely unhealthy and… ridiculous.”

“You sure? Because I have five bucks in my jeans. You can either get five pecks or one good make out,” Kayla said.

Blushing furiously, Will walked away, hands deep in his pockets as he mumbled and tried to slow his heart down. His siblings fell into step beside him, laughing at his expense. Will couldn’t help but glance back at the kissing booth which was brightly decorated and had a very decent line.

A darker girl with tight curls surrounding her heart-shaped face and golden eyes sat cross-legged on a chair beside the booth, calling out for people to stand in line. There was a smaller sign under the one that read Kissing Booth which said, “All genders welcome!”

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t considering it.

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Eight years

A/N- Hey! So I’m finally finished all my exams, thank baby Jesus!! Anyway, I’ve been playing around with this for a while. And I’m excited to show this to you all. There will definitely be a part two for this. 

Hope y’all enjoy! 

Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~

Originally posted by cuteguk


You got up and did your daily routine, have a shower, eat breakfast and go to work. You loved your job. You worked really heard and it payed off, you were now the CEO’S right hand man in Kim’s industries. Seokjin your boss and close friend, was taking a step back. He was doing so in order to spend more time with his growing family. You were said cause he was a really good friend of yours, and the thought of working with someone who wasn’t him scared you. What if the new CEO didn’t like you? What if you didn’t like him? So many questions and it wasn’t even nine o’clock in the morning. 

You got in to the lift and pressed the number of the floor you worked on. There was a soft melody playing in the back ground, the doors began to close. Suddenly someone stuck there arm in between the closing doors, stopping them from closing and re-opening them. It was a man. He was a masterpiece, he looked like he just walked out of a Calvin Klein ad. He was wearing a black tailored suit, which was obvious because it fit him like a glove.His hair was jet black, swept to the side to show off his fore head. He reminded you of someone, you just couldn’t pin point it. He stopped and stared at you for a moment. You moved a side to let him in. He walked past you and leaned up against the railing. You could fell him staring at you. You felt hot under his gaze. You felt arms snake around your waist. His arms. The beautiful man holding close against his hard chest. You could stay like that forever, but who was he and why did he want to cuddle in the lift?

“E-excuse me, Sir. But I think this is really inappropriate, could you please let me go.” You were a little shaky, you didn’t know who he was. But you could stay in his arms like that forever. Was he going to offer you sex? Like you’d consider it, he was really good looking and you’d say he’d be like a god between the sheets. Y’know what sayin. He chuckled, it was like music in your ears. 

“Really, Y/N/N (Your nick name)? You don’t remember me? He rested his chin on your shoulder, he was pouting. You’d know that pout anywhere. 

“Jeon Jungkook, you’ve turned into such a man.” You turn around his arms, wrapping yours around his neck and giving him a tight squeeze. 

“Handsome, I know right?” He smirked down at you. 

“I think fucking hot. OH MY GOD! Did I just say that out loud.” You try to pull back from him, to embarrassed. But he just pulled you tighter against him, his hands trailing lower down your back. He lowered his face down to your ear, his breath tickling your neck. 

“I think your fucking hot, too.” He whispered in your ear. 

*Flash back* - 

You met Jungkook when you were eight. You became friends pretty fast, never staying a part for too long. It was when Jungkook got his girlfriend that you realised you had feelings for him. As the years went by you understood that Jungkook would never look at you in that way. But why did he have to be so big on skin ship. He may look all innocent and shy, but no, not at all. He was a clingy motherfucker. He was big into cuddling, holding hands, a lot of times his hands would slip onto your ass and he would feel it up. Not that you minded, but you never really thought anything of it, because he was also always touching Jimins ass too. But it’s glories so who wouldn’t. 

The last time you saw Jungkook was at the end of year party, at graduation. He told you he was going to get both of you drinks and to stay right there. When it was hour later and he still wasn’t back, you went to look for him. He was basically fucking the girl that you hated most in the world, she called you nasty names and told you that you would never be good enough for the likes of jungkook. What a bitch. She was the definition of bitch. But your 17 year old little heart broke at the sight, and you ran away. The next day Jungkook texted you, but you didn’t reply. He called, you didn’t answer. He saw you walking down the street home, but you walked faster and pretended not to hear him. Jungkook was a great friend, but you could no longer hold it in. You had to let him go, even if that meant your friendship was ruined. It had to stop. 

*End of flash back*-  

“So how have you been?” He asked. You were relived he wasn’t bringing up the past. 

“I’m good, you?” He smirked, leaning down to your ear again. Does he know what hes doing to you right now? 

“I’m great, now that I’ve seen you.” He whispers. Your breathing hitched in your throat. He smirked…. little cunt. The lift opens, you pull apart from him. 

“It was good seeing you, Kook!” The old nickname rolling off your tongue with ease. He smiled bright, you missed it. 

“Oh, I think you’ll be seeing a lot more of me.” He leans back against the railing, smirking. The doors slowly close. 


You get to your office and sit back in your chair with a sigh of relief. Why did he have to be so good looking. Your heart was pounding and that was eight years ago that you were in love with him. You can’t still have those feelings, right? Right. 

A knock came to your door, and in pops Seokjins old assistant. 

“Miss Y/N, the new CEO is here. There will be a meeting in five minutes up stairs, in the conference room.” She informs you. 

“Okay, thank you.” You sigh taking off your coat and making your way to the board room. You take your seat next to your friend Namjoon. You chat to him till the meeting starts. You were anxious to see whom the new CEO will be. The man you’ll be spending a lot of time with. 

“All right everyone, settle down.” The room comes to silence, the door opens. Your looking at your schedule for today. Someone clears there throat. You look up. 

“Good morning, I’m Jeon Jungkook, the new CEO of Kim industries.” Your gobsmacked. No fucking way. This can’t be happening! He can’t be the new CEO. The meeting starts and everyone is in awe with Jungkook. Where as you are counting down the seconds till you can leave. And you thought work was a great place to be…. 


When the meeting finally ends, you  practically run back to your office. You want to try. You lay your head on your desk. You heard a faint knock at your door. “Come in.” You shout, not lifting your head from the table.

“Wow, your office has a great view!” You shut your eyes tight hearing his voice. He was no where for eight years, when you longed for him. And now he’s everywhere. You straighten yourself up. 

“Is there something I can help you with, Mr Jeon?” His smile fades at your words. 

“Y/N, you don’t have be so formal with me. We used to be so close.” He smiles taking a seat in front of you. 

“That’s true, but I’d rather if we kept this a professional relationship.” You give him a light smile. 

“And we will. But before that, I want you to answer a few questions for me.” Your heart starts to pound. Why is this happening to you? Why did the world hate you? 

“Okay.. go ahead.” You play with your fingers, a nervous habit. Jungkook smirks at it. 

“Why did you stop talking to me eight years ago?” You sigh. 

“Do you want the truth or the easy white lie?” 

“The truth would be preferred.” You take a deep breath. 

“Okay, well.. I was in love with you.” You laugh. “I am, I saw you making out with that fucking cunt that I hated, and it broke my heart. I didn’t want to put myself through pretending that I was okay with it, when I obviously wasn’t. So when you called and text I ignored them, and eventually you stopped. I never wanted you to know, so I stopped talking to you.” You sigh, it was nice getting that out after all those years. 

“Did the boys know?” You finally meet his gaze. 

“Just Yoongi and Jimin.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me? Things could of been different.” He states. 

“I told you I didn’t want you to know. I was afraid it would ruin our friendship, with my one sided love.” You giggle. “It did anyway.” You laugh again, not really knowing why. 

“Y/N, things would have been, could be different, because I-” Jungkook sentence gets cut short as your assistant comes in. 

“Miss Y/N, Mr Lee is here.” You sigh. 

“Already?” You get up smoothing out your skirt. “I’m sorry, Mr Jeon. But I have work to do.” You grab Mr Lee’s file and leave Jungkook in your office. 

“I love you, too.” Jungkook sighs. 


A/N- So message me if you want a part two. I’m quite happy with this. Hope you all enjoyed. Thank you from reading and for reaching 200 followers!! I love you all, thank you xx 

-Admin Abe x 

ch. 1

Bad Habits || Jaebum

Originally posted by jjaenyoung

(THIS GIF IS SO HOT LIKE !!!!!!)

Reader (you) x Jaebum

Word Count: 1398

Warnings: none :)

note: i re-wrote this chapter i think 12321 times and idk if i’m completely satisfied with it BUT HERE IT IS! THE FIRST CHAPTER OF MAFIA!JB. hope you guys enjoy it and yeah…. happy reading and take care! -admin


Nighttime had always been the time when the demons came out to play; to bring out the worst in some people.Others may describe the night as downtown being lit up by the neon colors of the clubs and bars, shining on the rain-kissed sidewalks. However, in the night, I could be anybody and no-one would care who I really was.

My heels clicked on the sidewalk as I pulled my jacket closer to my body. As I passed by people, I observed their cheerful behavior and smiled. It reminded me of home of when I used to hang around my friends, laughing my head off like how these people were. However, moving to Korea alone was the result of my smile fading away. I wish I had friends here who I could go out with at night to bond over a drinks or share stories of our past. But all of them were at home and I was alone.

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Guys.

It’s time to talk about it. The Blackwatch Genji skin changes everything.

So, we now know that Blackwatch Genji has both of his arms, or at least one. Some may have mentioned that he could be wearing a full set of armor over that arm, but in the Dragons animation, you can clearly see that both of his arms are cybernetic.

The joints in his fingers would make it impossible for him to simply be wearing armor over his body, and not to mention he stores his shurikens inside his mechanical hands. There is no way that either of his arms are organic in the canon present.

Which brings me to the conclusion that Hanzo did not actually do as much damage as previously considered. It was assumed that Genji lost both his arms and legs when Hanzo ‘killed’ him, but now we can see that is not the case.

Another thing I noticed when the Blackwatch Genji skin was leaked is that his body scars are not as exaggerated as the fanart made it seem! Genji only has a few scars over his arms and chest, no more than expected for a katana-wielding assassin. I would reckon that he is depicted to have a normal amount of scars, not relating to the incident with Hanzo.

So, with this information I have noticed, I have reverted to my original headcanon that Hanzo actually used his dragons against Genji. I know that there is a lot of assumptions that Hanzo used the sword, which is why he only uses a bow now. There is also a sword seen at Genji’s altar in the Dragons animation, which is assumed to be Hanzo’s old sword, but what if it’s actually Genji’s old sword? Hanzo is honoring Genji there, after all.

Also, there is no proof that a Shimada dragon doesn’t hurt another Shimada. In the Dragons animation, when Genji unleashes his dragon, he makes sure to guide it away from Hanzo, letting Hanzo’s own dragons sweep through him. Genji’s dragon does not touch Hanzo once. It is almost as if he is purposely avoiding hurting Hanzo with his dragon.

If Hanzo used his dragons on Genji, then it could explain the lack of scars and how many more limbs Genji seems to have been in possession of. If the dragons swept through Genji’s lower half/right side, they would have only hurt that part of his body, which is the part that is cybernetic in the Blackwatch skin.

Also, I headcanon that being attacked by the dragons would instantly destroy any nerves in your body, which could explain how Genji’s body needed to be rebuilt, but it wasn’t like his limbs were lost in the battle.

So, here we have young Hanzo, 28 years old, sending his dragons at his younger brother. Genji seems to be overtaken by the dragons and instantly falls to the ground, unmoving. Hanzo assumes he is dead. Why shouldn’t he? When the dragons go through his enemies, they die. There is no way to save them. But he does not know that Genji’s upper half has not been touched by the dragons. He is alive, but barely.

Blackwatch finds him (it is assumed they were in Japan during that time, keeping an eye on the Shimada empire) they bring him back to Overwatch and they fix him up. Everywhere where his nerves have been destroyed is rebuilt.

Okay, so that’s that, but where did he lose his arms? Why is his face so scarred in the Dragons animation, in contrast with his perfectly smooth face underneath the mask in the Blackwatch skin?

There is a span of seven years between Blackwatch Genji and the Dragons animation Genji. Maybe he was caught in the Swiss base explosion and that’s where he lost the rest of his arms? Maybe he simply lost them in battle, fighting omnics. I would say it’s a continuity error made by Blizzard, but this skin and comic release seems so deliberate and specific that it would be hard to believe they messed up something like that! Hopefully we will get more information later on what happened to Genji between the timespan of Uprising and the Dragons animation.

Hey, but if you have any headcanons you’d like to add to this, go ahead! I would love to hear what you guys think.

I’m Not Promise, I Drunk (Pt. III)

Part One, Part Two

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Jughead Jones x reader, BestFriend!Cheryl

Request: Yes and no

Summary: After days of Jughead avoiding her, [Y/N] finally plucks up the courage to fix her mistakes and figure out what was really bothering her ex-boyfriend, but she didn’t expect what had ticked his brain.

Warnings: None

Word count: 4,569

A/N: This is the last part of this mini-series! Hope you guys like it. So sorry that it came so late. I’ve been drowning in school work. The last part of this is very rushed but I hope it’s okay. There will be no other parts to this.

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The Labyrinth Chapter 29

Originally posted by baebsaes

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin ft. all the members

Length: 5.8k

Summary: Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along. 

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im̷ g͟o̶i͞ng̛ to ̴wi͏n.͢
( darkiplier / antisepticeye )
im̷ g͟o̶i͞ng̛ to ̴wi͏n.͢

Script submitted by: @hufflepufftrax

A short, high pitched cackle echoed in the shadows.

“You felt it too, huh?” Asked a deep voice. It was addressing the being who had laughed. A green glow shined in the dark followed by a sharp toothed grin.
“O̧h̴ ͏ye͝ah I͠ f̨e̢lt̵ ҉i̧t̸ a͏lright͜. It’̢s ͏st͠rơng.”̢ a figure emerged surrounded by a faint, green light around them. They had a darker green in their spiky hair and a tidy beard that lined their mouth and jaw. They wore a black t-shirt and black jeans on their slim frame. He seemed to twitch as if the majority of his muscles were being subjected to small shocks. “A soul full of rage” said the deep voice. “Dark ͞woul͡d ya ̕j̷ust̵ a͡ppear a͟ĺr̀e̷a̶d͠y?̛”͢ Said the figure as he tapped his foot impatiently. 

“Always one to rush aren’t you, Anti?” Said the deep voice as another figure came from the black, inky surroundings. This man wore a smart, grey suit with a black tie. His hair was jet black with his fringe swept to one side. His body seemed to distort in the little light that was in the void they stood in.
“D̀i̡d͞ ͜y͡ou̸ ̡say ͢r͡ag͢e?”̢ Questioned Anti “I don’t see rage, I see energy and I want it” Dark sneered at Anti. “̡̕B̢́͞ac̸k̨͜ ̴̸o̕f̧̛f̵̨̧!̸” He growled “Al̵l ҉th̶at͢ a͞n̕ge̛r͜ ҉m̸ȩa͡n͟s͞ ͘a͘ ͞pass͠i̷onate͝ ̨s͡o̧ul͡. ̛Įt͏’͡s̨ ̧min̡e̷”̀ Anti’s green eye gleamed as he grinned at Dark.
“͘Al͠l͜ t͏h̷at̨ ̨e͡ne̕rg͞y̸ m̧eáns ͏l̨i̸f̵ę ͠a̶nd͡ ͡I̵ ͠néed͢ ̶a ͞t́op ̢u͡p. Se҉em͡ş m͡y ̶hos̕t̕ i͠s şt̵i͝ll͢ ͏g͠o҉t̡ a b͞it͟ o̴f ̨fi̸gh͞t̵ ̷in ̵h̨i͏m”
Dark folded his arms and stared at the demon in front of him. That grin always annoyed him. Anti was too happy, too erratic and impulsive even when the host body was fighting to regain control. He had to reign him in if he wanted to win this soul they could sense. He gave a low chuckle as he came up with an idea. “Let’s make it interesting” Anti twitched his head and narrowed his eyes. “W͞ha͜dd͟y҉a h͝áve͠ ̕i͘n҉ ͞m̨in͟d̶?̵” ͜“Whoever loses has to let their host take their body back” Anti’s face turned serious. “̵T̷h̡at’s s͟om͞e high͝ s̶t́ák͝es,͡ ̡Da̸rk͠.͡” The smartly dressed Demon broke into a smile. “Scared you’ll lose?” “Tc͡h,͜”̸ spat Anti “I m̶eant͠ t̵he̶ ҉s̴ta͟k͞es ͟a͟re ͏h̡i͢gh͏ f̀or ͠you҉,̧ ya ͜m̛o͠r̵ơn”  “We shall see” said Dark, seemingly unfazed by Anti’s taunt. With that, Dark faded back into the shadows. Anti was left alone in the dark void. He shook his head. He could hear his host shouting within his mind. ̕“̵Got͡ta s̷h̕ut ͠yo͜u u̕p ̴q̨ui҉ck.̶ ̴I ̴a͘in͘’̡t ̧gi̡v̧in̶’ ̵u͏p̧ ̧t͏h͝is ̸body͝.͜ Ţi̢m͡e ͝t̕o w̸i͏n̸ t͢h́at ̛s̴o͡u̧l͡” he quickly left the void in a trial of green smoke.

Flower Boy

Summary: Phil’s a little shy with his newfound friend during a school field trip.

Genre: High School AU, flower boy!pastel!Phil, punk!Dan

Warnings: none

A/N: So I wrote this instead of doing my astronomy homework. It’s short and sweet, not much editing, but I love it. I’m a huge sucker for pastel!phil and punk!dan, though. This is dedicated to the anon that said they’d love to read this and @dooloonoo since this is her favorite trope. Hope you guys enjoy! Also, a new chapter of Sugar on Top will be out soon. I promise.

Maybe I’ll make a Part Two of this someday.


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ch. 4

Bad Habits || Jaebum

Originally posted by jjaenyoung

Reader (you) x Jaebum ft got7 members

Word Count: 2509

Warnings: SMUT !

note: rip this is super late. the chapter was originally 6000 words long but i cut it down to 2500 and i’m pretty proud of myself for that lmao. editing was a pain but here you go! happy reading everyone and take care! -admin


Everything stopped for a second. It was like pressing pause on a movie and everything just went silent. There was no reaction after seeing Jaebum get shot down. For some odd reason, I felt like crying after hearing the gunshot. My heart dropped and as soon as I saw Jaebum fall to his knees. However, my instinct knew Jaebum wouldn’t be defeated that easily by just an injury. Just like he read my mind, Jaebum opened the door of the car and climbed in while grabbing the side of his waist. Without a word, Jinyoung stepped on the gas petal and began to drive away. 

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Wolf Pups

Originally posted by floralandfangirl

Robb x Reader

AN: It’s a sort of AU


“Get of me you great beast!” You grumbled when the huge Dire-wolf clambered all over you before settling next to you with his head resting on your shoulder so his muzzle pressed into your cheek.

“He would leave you alone if you’d get up.” Robb muttered with a smirk plastered on his face, coming over to the bed so he could lean down and kiss you.

“Was it not you who promised I could sleep my handmaidens feared I had gone missing today?” You asked and stroked his cheek, smiling when he leant into your hand, his eyes falling shut for a moment before boisterous voices echoed through the halls.

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A Sleepless Night

A story in which Roman can’t fall asleep and Anxiety might be able to help.


Roman sat on a stool in the kitchen, quietly sipping on his hot chocolate. It was nearly three in the morning and he couldn’t sleep. He had spent hours upon hours of tossing and turning, and finally gave up; it was going to be a sleepless night and he would deal with the consequences in the morning.He picked at the croissant that sat on a plate in front of him, his appetite little to nothing. He sighed and pushed the plate away. It was going to be a long night.

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relaxation

A/N thank you so much to @you-broke-our-spirit for writing this with me lmao i wouldnt be proud of this hc without you!!! also what are titles? and plot? who needs plot??

Warnings/tags: bottom!whiny!dan masseuse!phil, massage porn, lots of hickeys and praise, idk, no homo howell at first, shitty plot/set up, possibly shitty porn

Dan had a lot going on lately with the BBC. He was their lead host now every week day and spent most of his days stressing out and having panic attacks in the office bathrooms during lunch break. When Dan’s girlfriend, Lucy, saw how stressed out he was she decided that he needed to go get a massage.

Every time Dan came home from work he looked beaten down and tired. And every night, without fail Lucy always said in her matter of fact voice, “Baby, you’re so tense, come on, you need it.” Lucy even got her friends to nag Dan, and his mom! Every week he was getting calls from his mom telling him to listen to his girlfriend and “just go get the damn massage.” Dan was through with listening to their complaining after three months and finally gave in.

“Fine, fine, stop whining. I’ll go get a stupid massage,”

“Come on Dan, it’s not stupid it’s for your benefit,” she jokingly punched his shoulder and made him schedule an appointment online for some “hippy dippy massage place somewhere downtown.”

As the week progressed Dan sort of found himself dreading the massage. I mean a stranger rubbing his back with oil for two hours? Personally he didn’t see that as “heaven”, he saw that as torture. Not to mention the fact that where most of his stress is centered (his neck) is the same place as his g-spot, that has not had attention from anyone since his high school days.

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A week of complaining and moping later and Dan was walking into the massage place. He contemplated just going to get some pizza to eat instead, and just tell Lucy that he got the massage but he remembered what she said and just tried to think of this as something he was finally doing for himself.

He needed this. Yes. He definitely needed this after all this bullshit with work.

When he walked in he was immediately hit with the scent of burning lavender incense. It was calming but overwhelming all at once. Maybe he should’ve just ditched.

After another useless internal battle he checked in. While he was waiting he bounced his leg up and down in the waiting room, just wanting to get this over with.

That’s when his masseuse walked out. Dan felt as if the breath had been knocked out of him. He was quite possibly the most gorgeous man Dan had ever laid his eyes on. He had striking blue eyes and jet black hair swept to the side while sporting a form fitting black shirt on that Dan could clearly see the outline of his stomach through, and Dan would seriously kill for abs like that.

Of course Dan was thinking of this man as a goal for his own appearance. He couldn’t be attracted to him. Not at all. Dan was straight. Dan had a girlfriend. All of these thoughts were no homo thoughts. Yeah. Yeah, no homo.

“Hello? Dan? I’m Phil, your masseuse today,” the man grinned and Dan swears that the room lit up. No homo though.
“Uh- yea- uh- Dan- yeah- um -touch my body now- i mean- like a massage- yeah- haha."Now Dan has always been a formal, calm man. He has absolutely no idea what this ‘Phil’ was doing to him.

Phil giggled- fucking giggled- at Dan’s nervousness and led him to the back, where all the massage rooms were.
"Now before I 'touch your body’ I need to know certain things Mr. Howell. What kind of pressure would you like? What are certain problem areas,” Phil went on with the list of things he needed to know but all Dan could focus on was those damn, pink lips moving up and down a mile a minute –curling around each word. He was mesmerized, and when Phil finished talking he licked his lips and handed Dan the form to fill out, Dan fumbled and dropped the pen since he was so focused on Phil’s lips. When he got the pen back he filled out the stupid paperwork about what he wanted out of the massage.

“I’m going to leave you to get undressed now. Of course you can leave your boxers on if you’d like but they usually get in the way of massaging your thighs so if you’re comfortable with it, please take them off,” Phil then silently strode out of the room and shut the door behind him.

Dan started to strip quickly, trying to ignore both his existential crisis and his semi hard on. He folds and lays his clothes down on the chair in the corner of the room and slips off his shoes. Then he walks over to the massage table and awkwardly crawls inside, trying not to give his dick any friction so his hard on doesn’t get worse. It’s nearly impossible though, and when he lays flat on his stomach he slowly grinds against the table until Phil knocks on the door.

When Phil walks in he’s carrying different essential oils and he places them all on a table near Dan’s head. “Okay Mr. Howell-”

“Please, call me Dan. No need for formalities here,” Dan said, having regained his composure somehow.

“Okay well Dan, I’m gonna start off with your back and then I’ll move to your legs and then later I’ll have you flip over onto your back and do your arms and shoulders,”

“Sounds great, I’ve really needed this for a while. It’s a two hour session right?”

“Correct, and don’t feel bad if you fall asleep on the table,” Phil laughed, “You wouldn’t be the first person to do it and you definitely won’t be the last.”

Their banter carried on for a view minutes, Phil asking Dan where he works, Dan asking Phil how long he’s been a masseuse, random things like that; that was until Phil touched Dan’s neck.

“Dan, you need to relax, you have a lot of knots up here in your neck and I need to work them out,” Phil complained.

Dan tried his hardest to relax but it was hard when a hot guy that had already managed to make him question his sexuality was touching his number one g-spot. Phil pushed down on the major knots and worked them out one by one. When he switched over to the other side of Dan’s neck and started working on a knot at the base, Dan let out a loud embarrassing moan and immediately relaxed.

"There you go, good boy Dan, “He praised. Dan swears he heard Phil wrong. Yeah. He had to have said good job. Right? Oh well. Forget it.

Dan let himself relax after that point. Letting Phil have his way with all of the knots in his neck and moaning obscenely at each touch. Phil kept praising Dan for some reason, which was only turning Dan on more.

With each praise that slipped out of Phil’s mouth Dan moaned louder and subtly ground his hips into the table beneath him. He got all whiny and shallow breathed when Phil had finished working out all the knots in his neck.

"Since you seem to enjoy this so much, I’m going to focus more on your neck, even with all your knots being gone now,” Dan moans as a response and sinks into the table –shamelessly grinding into it now. Not even caring if Phil saw. Of course Phil noticed though, a fact unknown to Dan himself, but if anyone else were in the room they would’ve seen the way Phil froze and bit his lip.

Phil’s hands become hesitant for a second, and then Dan feels warm lips kissing the back of his neck.

“Oh my gosh, Dan I’m so sorry! That was so unprofessional of me!” Phil goes to apologize more but Dan just stares up at him with the most wrecked look in the world and lets out a small plea of “more.”
Within seconds Dan’s being flipped onto his back and Phil is diving for his neck, pressing kisses all around it. Phil pulls off Dan’s neck and kisses him roughly, slipping his tongue in without warning. Dan moans in response, kissing back feverishly and grabbing the back of his neck. Phil does wonders with his tongue, swirling and rolling it all around Dan’s mouth, knowing exactly what to do and how to make him squirm. Dan becomes pliant and tries to grind up into the dominant boy on top of him who just keeps pushing his hips down and making out with him. When they pull away Dan’s panting and his eyes are wide and dark.

“Phil, please, I need more. Bite me. Suck on my neck. Mark me. Please~” Now who would deny a request like that? Certainly not Phil. He goes back to Dan’s neck with a renewed energy and immediately begins to suck on a sweet spot at the base of Dan’s neck. He lets out a loud moan and Phil groans in response to the loud boy. Thank god these rooms are soundproof.

As Phil left a mark the size of a golf ball on Dan’s neck, Dan writhed against him, trying to push his hips up but Phil held them down. Holding him off from any type of release momentarily. He begins to suck another mark above the previous one. Dan should’ve been paying attention and told him to stop before he had to wear a turtle neck to work tomorrow, but he couldn’t think straight. Dan moaned and struggled for friction beneath Phil but he wasn’t given anything. Every time he groaned in annoyance Phil chuckled and just went back to sucking on his neck. He bit and nibbled and sucked as if his life depended on it.

“Phil- Fuck, you have to gi-ve me more, please I’ll d-do anything please jus-just let me grin-d-d against your th-thigh,” Dan whined as Phil smirked and just kept marking up his neck.

“Oh but princess, earlier you were begging for me to mark you up, so I’m going to take me time doing that.”

“But- Philll~”

“Daniel, if you want to be fucked I suggest you stop whining. I only fuck good boys”

“Fi-Fine”

Before Phil could carry on, he rid himself of all of his clothes and climbed back on the table.

Phil continued on gingerly with his marks. He watched Dan writhe for a while before deciding that 5 hickeys on his neck was enough for now and that he needs to move onto somewhere else. He slowly moved down to his chest. Reaching up to rub on Dan’s nipples with both hands he attached his mouth right on Dan’s collarbones. He left a few bright red love bites all over them before moving down to leave more dark hickeys. Circling Dan’s nipples with both hands and sucking hickeys in random places was a lot for Dan’s needy little body to handle and he begged Phil to get on with it.

Finally giving into the writhing boy below him, Phil ground down his giant cock onto Dan. Dan let out a shout and his eyes rolled into the back of his head from finally being satisfied. “What do you want baby? Hmm?”

“Want you t’ fuck me, please Phil! Please!”
Dan desperately rolled his hips up, just wanting more and more.

“I don’t know. You haven’t been to good Dan,”

“No! Please I have! Phil you have to fuck me! Please!”

Phil chuckled lowly and brought his mouth down to Dan’s chest again. He kissed down Dan’s slightly chubby stomach quickly and pulled the blanket off of his lower half. Dan’s aching cock was now on display, he was leaking and flushed. Phil had a rush of sympathy because he made the boy wait so long for any type of satisfaction. But no, now wasn’t the time for sympathy. He kissed the tip of Dan’s dick and licked at his slit until he heard Dan once again pleading for more.

“God princess you’re so needy, so loud,”

Phil mumbled against Dan, making Dan groan from the vibrations on his cock.
Phil started kissing down Dan’s cock, to the base and once he got there he slowly tugged at Dan as he whined and thrusted up into his hand. Phil licked and marked Dan’s balls while he thumbed through his slit and occasionally ran an agonizingly slow hand down his length.

"Phil I’m gonna cu-”

“No you aren’t. And if you do you’ll definitely regret it. I can promise that.” Dan shuttered at Phil’s words and grabbed a fistful of the blanket beneath him. Trying to edge himself had always been an issue with Dan. He always got excited too quickly and went too fast with himself to a point where he always came easily.

“Just get on with it- please Phil I’m begging you-”

“Shh baby, give me a second.” Phil stood and got the essential oil that still sat on the table near Dan’s head. That’d be efficient lube right? Oh well. Close enough. “Turn over baby, I’ve gotta prep you.”

Dan obeyed and flipped onto his stomach once again, except this time he stuck his ass in the air. His head rested on his forearms and his knees were bent and sitting on the table, giving him the perfect back arch. Phil’s first thought was that he’s never seen an arch like this outside of porn, and his second thought was “damn I’m lucky.”

As Phil gently rubbed circles on Dan’s hip, he thrusted one finger in. He felt how tight Dan was and needed to know something, “Oh princess are you a virgin?”

“I- I mean- No- I-”

“Daniel have you ever been with a boy before? What about stretching yourself?”

“Once in college I had a one night stand with some guy, but other than that no. I’ve always thought I was straight until-"Dan cut off feeling embarrassed,” Until I saw you,“

Phil chuckled deeply and just went back to thrusting his finger in and out of Dan’s hole. Dan groaned and tried to rub his hard on against the table, bit Phil was holding his hips up. Once again denying him any temporary pleasure.

As Phil stretched Dan he left kisses and nips everywhere. He kissed his inner thighs, his lower back, his hips, his ass. Almost every inch of Dan had been grazed by Phil’s lips by the time he was done. Dan had been whining the whole time, begging for the process to be hurried up, pushing his ass back against Phil’s fingers. But Phil was just taking his sweet time, praising Dan every now and then.

When Phil declared Dan prepped, he started to push in. Letting out little praises with each inch sinking into Dan. "Good job baby, taking me so well, so tight and perfect for me.” Dan bit down on his knuckles to conceal his moans.

Once Phil bottomed out Dan let out a whorish moan and begged him to move. His wish was granted and Phil began to slowly thrust in and out of Dan.

“Please Phil! More! Give me more!”

“God Dan, so needy,”

Dan looked over his shoulder in the sexiest way possible with the awkward position and pleaded, “Phil, I need you to fuck me. Make me feel this for weeks. Make it so I never forget your name. Fuck me until I can’t walk please~” He blinked up innocently and saw Phil throw his head back and thrust hard into him once. Thank god.

Phil started to fuck into him hard enough that Dan’s legs gave out beneath him. When he found Dan’s prostate Dan screamed beneath him and let out little pleas, although he was already getting everything he wanted. Phil gripped Dan’s hips hard enough to leave marks as he heard these pleas. Dan moaned and bit the table beneath him, completely blissed out.

“Beg me for your release Dan”

“God- Please- fuckfuckfuck Phil I need it, let me cum- please!” he panted out between thrust.

Phil released his grip on Dan’s right side, and reached forward to pump Dan’s cock.

“Hmm, I don’t believe you want it that bad. I think you could beg a lot better than that baby boy.”

Dan fucked himself back on Phil’s dick and shamelessly called out pleas, as his dignity was long gone at this point.

“There we go, that’s more like it, good boy, cum for me.”

Dan listened and came with a shout right after the comment had been made. He felt a shock of pleasure run through his body and shuttered, relaxing down onto the table again and letting Phil finish inside him.

When Phil saw the completely blissed out boy beneath him he moaned loudly and came inside Dan. After a moment of euphoria he pulled out and sat Dan up so he could clean up the cum off of him.

“Well baby, if you’d like to do that again, I could give you my number?” Phil winked and handed him a card. A business card.

Dan blushed - he left with his body completely relaxed and mind whirring. How was he going to tell Lucy?

A/N: im also accepting prompts all the time so like if u want u can request anything u want

Yes Sir

Jackson Wang x Reader

Genre: Smut and Fluff

Word Count:5,137

Warnings:Swearing and Sexual Content

A/N:I WAS IN LOVE WITH THIS IDEA OMG. CEO WANG! DIDNT FIND ONE I LIKED SO I WROTE ONE. Took so long and so much energy though.

The moodboard was made by me. If you wish to use it, please give credit. All photos were found on google. Credit to the owners:)

It’s always the same old, same old. Piles of paperwork, boring meetings, and overtime. Overtime was never your favorite. Was it anyone’s? The office was quiet and the only sound was that of papers flipping on both your desk and about two others. It was supposed to be about time you got home with your wine and your pizza for the weekend but of course, people were depending on you. The only upside to this crappy night was the view. Your office had a clear view of CEO Jackson Wang’s office if he chose to keep his blinds open. When he didn’t it was your loss but when he did, you couldn’t be happier. You observed how intently he worked. His jaw clenching when he was deep in thought and letting go when he found a solution. He was often fidgeting with his sleek black pen when he wasn’t writing with it. His office seemed pretty spacious so he often stood up and would pace back and forth behind his desk, talking to himself it seems. It was a wonderful view indeed and you were grateful that although he had the same view of you, he never looked your way.

He was a handsome man, one that could make you melt under his gaze but that rarely happened. He’s rarely looked at you ever since you started working here. A few times in a meeting and that was it. He didn’t speak too often with people at the office but he made rounds and sometimes asked how we were doing before going back to work. But tonight seemed different. You prepared to go back to your work when you felt a presence burning a hole in your face. It wasn’t too intense, as if they wanted to be inconspicuous. You looked up to see no other than CEO Wang staring back. You sat there in disbelief as he stared. He fidgeted with the pen in his hand, twisting it around his long, nimble fingers. Before you could break eye contact, he did it instead. He lowered his head and then brought it back up further, allowing you to see his defined neck. He ran a hand through his hair and by his gestures, you assumed he had laughed as well. Your eyes were bugging out wondering what was happening when he locked eyes with you again. He got up but kept your gaze, making you feel smaller. When he got up and made his way to his blinds, you were feeling quite intimidated. He showed a small smirk and suddenly closed them.

You were confused. What just happened? Why was he staring? Was this a dream? You didn’t want to admit it to yourself but you had a small crush on Jackson, as did most women in the office. The only difference was, you didn’t throw yourself at him. You kept your meeting short and respectful instead of trying to flirt. You couldn’t really flirt anyway. It was never your thing. This ordeal made you wonder though, did he finally notice you? Oh, get over yourself. You knew he had work to do. He often spaced out, staring at random objects when he was deep in thought. You were probably one of those random objects this time. When he realized you were staring back, he probably didn’t want a pair of eyes in his office. It was common sense. But even if you were a random object, you were glad he finally acknowledged you. You finished your work and made your way out, thinking only about how he stared at you.


The weekend passed pretty quickly and you had to trudge your way back to the office one again. You thought it would be a normal day but it was chaos especially when it came to your female co-workers. You tried to ignore the others’ behavior and made your way to your desk. You were surprised to be greeted by a velvety red envelope on your desk along with a rose. The envelope held a letter that read:

A Night To Remember…

A Night To Forget All Else…

For This Night,

Come And Think Only Of Me.

The next few words showed a time, date, and an address unbeknown to you. You sat at your desk in disbelief for a few seconds. This was like a scene in a movie. You reviewed the invitation over and over again, mostly thinking about the date which was at the end of the week. As you were about to put down the note, your co-worker and friend, Ella, came to you in a hysteric mess.

“Hey, did you get an invitation too? What color is yours? Does it say anyth-”

You cut her off by shushing her, wanting to clear your mind without her additional questions.

“Yeah I got one too. I’m guessing everyone got one?”

“Yeah…no. Not that many people got one. A few guys and a few girls. Anyway, what does yours look like? Mine is black and I found it when I got back from getting coffee. It was on my laptop and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t there before. The ones I’ve seen are all black with a little W in the corner in gold and I’m so confused and yeah…”

She took a few moments to catch her breath, allowing you to think. This was a pretty mysterious party. Would anyone could come? Would anyone take credit for it? One thing was for sure. Some people would be mad they didn’t get invited. It was also strange how you seemed to be the only one with a red envelope.

“Hey, did you get something along with your invitation?” you questioned.

“No, why? Did you?”

“Yeah, I got a flower. I doubt it’s anything though. What does yours say?”

“It says, You are cordially invited to attend the banquet of the year. Hope to see you there, then an address, date, and time. But if you got a flower, dude, we have to talk about this. Someone might like you!”

You were in a complete state of confusion. Your invitation was different and you got a rose. It seems whoever was throwing this party was your secret admirer and you enjoying every second of it. You had only been in one relationship and that was in high school. You were starting to want some validation and your friends’ weren’t always enough. These kind gestures let you feel better. And appreciated.


Other than the buzz in the morning, things had mostly calmed down. You were working but your mind kept drifting back to the invitation and rose. You stared at it often, contemplating if you should go or not. It was all you could think about during your lunch break although you left it on your desk. As you walk back to your desk, with coffee in hand, you are surprised once again by a phone set on your laptop.

You motion to go pick up the phone and ask who’s it was when the screen lit up with a text message.

W 3:43pm: It’s yours, don’t worry

You were livid but mostly frightened. Who would play this kind of joke on you? This prank wasn’t funny and you were determined to get to the bottom of it. You looked around trying to see who was trying to mess with you.

W 3:44:Don’t be scared

W 3:44:I’m the one who invited you

W 3:45:It’s my party

Your anger was soon subsided but you were still scared. How did they know how you felt? How did they know what you wanted to ask? You had many questions so you thought about how to reply.

You 3:52:Who are you?

You 3:52:Why did you give me this phone?

You 3:53:Why are you throwing this party?

Your questions were many and your patience was running thin. You were still looking around, seeing if anyone would respond and someone did, but the response didn’t add up to yours. It was taking a while for whoever W was to respond so you put the phone down, getting back to work. You turned the phone off, and looked up to find closed blinds, per usual. You didn’t like it, but you dealt with it. You shouldn’t let this get to you and you shouldn’t go to this party.


When you got home, it was time for a hot bath. That’s where you always did your best thinking. The bath was soothing and calmed your nerves, though you were still deep in thought. What was with this guy? No one really threw parties at the office and when they did, it was cheap and simple. This seemed too intricate for any of your co-workers and WAY out of their price-range although it was well-paying. You had this condo, that said something about your income.

When you got out and sat in your bed, you thought back to the mysterious phone. You turned it back on, wondering if W had responded. The screen lit up and you were greeted by a text.

W 5:00:I can’t answer all of your questions but I can tell you your main question will be answered tomorrow.

W 5:01: Please come

W 5:02: You won’t be disappointed.

You laid on your bed, wondering what this meant. Your thoughts were scattered and you were still confused. You knew you wanted to tell Ella about it but that would have to wait for a while. Your thoughts let you drift off to sleep, still wondering about your mystery man.


The morning was quiet. There was no more buzz, just the normal sound of regular gossip. That was until he came out. You were spacing out, sitting at your desk when CEO Wang came out of his office which rarely happened. All thoughts of your mystery man were pushed to the back of your mind, focusing on your boss. He looked as good as ever. A fitting, navy blue suit with black, leather shoes. His hair was swept to the side. He was really young for a CEO and his bleach blond hair, accentuated that.

He made his way to the meeting room, making others follow behind quiet and confused including you. By the time you got to the meeting room with your notebook to write down what he may say, he was standing at the front of the room.

“Those who were not invited to the banquet are dismissed.” he said calmly.

Although many were confused, nearly half of the people vacated the room, wondering what this was about. You spotted Ella and made a beeline towards her, plopping in the seat next to her. She seemed relieved to have you by her side, giving you a relieved glance before returning her attention to the boss.

“Hello, as you know, there will be a party that will be thrown this weekend. I would like to inform you that this party will be thrown by me. I am W.”

As the room filled with gasps and little murmurs, you were at a peak of confusion. The CEO. W? You knew your eyes were growing ever so large every passing second. Your mind went into over drive with thought. You were only broken out of your trance when Ella grabbed your hand, squeezing. Her eyes were large too but hers were filled with excitement. You looked back at the man at the front of the room, in utter shock. He looked back at you, a smile threatening to emerge but he kept his composure. His eyes seemed playful, as if they were toying with you.

“This party was organized for a large group of clients but I feel like this group also deserves a break. You all seem to be the hardest workers that I have seen in this office. I would appreciate if you could attend this party. Please wear formal clothing. Don’t try to look rich, just look nice, be polite, and enjoy yourselves. You are dismissed.” he said before he walked to the back, making his way to the exit, giving you a small wink before exiting.

You were left with a blank. Everyone was gossiping while you were contemplating. The CEO?! The fucking CEO! You hadn’t ever thought it would happen! This wasn’t a television drama! The murmurs in the room wouldn’t stop. Some people were even yelling but who could blame them? The CEO who almost never talked to his employees, had invited this group to a party. He left you speechless until you felt Ella pulling you back to reality with her high pitched squealing.

“Dude, it was the CEO! Can you fucking believe that!? And I let you go last night but no, we have to talk about this. I’ll call you around 8. Stay awake, okay?”

You answered her with an absentminded nod and made your way back to the main floor. You sat down and looked at the invitation on your desk. You look up to find him standing there, grin on his face before the blinds close again. The rest of your afternoon filled with shock and confused thoughts.


8:12 had rolled around before Ella had called you.

“Okay, I remember you said you got flowers with your invitation. Let’s start there.”

You took a deep breath before replying, knowing this would be an interesting conversation.

“Not exactly. I got one rose plus my invitation was red instead of black like yours.”

“Either way, we both know that the CEO likes you! Oh my gosh! What are you wearing to the party? We have until Saturday.” she said the words so fast, you could barely process what she was saying before you stopped her.

“Okay, you need to slow down. I’m not sure if I’m gonna go yet.”

The line was quiet for a few seconds before you uttered a “Hello?”, wondering if Ella was still on the line.

“NOT GOING?! Y/N! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

You pulled back, wanting to recover from the attack your ears just suffered.

“Nothing’s wrong with me! Calm down!”

You tried to calm her down, not wanting to hear her rant but she wasn’t going to be shut down.

“There has to be something wrong with you! You’re turning down the CEO!”

“I don’t think he likes me! Okay? He’s probably playing around with me. For all we know, he’s getting a kick from my reactions.”

Before you had gotten on the phone, you were planning on telling her about the new, private phone but that idea went out the window. She was already mad about you indecision between going to the party or not. You didn’t another reason to be yelled at.

“I really doubt that! We’re going shopping for formal dresses on Thursday!”

With that, she hung up, giving you no chance to respond. She knew that now you would be forced to comply and you didn’t appreciate her tactics. She knew you too well. You put your phone on your nightstand to charge, and suddenly you heard a vibrating sound. Speak of the devil. Like he’s on a schedule, he texted you right at 8:30.

W 8:30:Did I surprise you?

You hesitated on how you should respond. Of course anyone would be surprised. You couldn’t process that the CEO did all of this, for you.

You 8:32:I think anyone would be surprised

You 8:32:The CEO? wow

W 8:33:There’s nothing really wow about it

W 8:34:But would this be wow enough to bring you to my party?

You were surprised. Why was he so intent on getting you to this party? It was kind of cute actually, how hard he was trying.

You 8:36:I’m not sure if i’m coming

You 8:36:But why do you want me there?

You waited for an answer, never receiving one. You were just greeted by another cipher of a message.

W 8:40:Just come

W 8:40:You won’t regret it

You 8:41:And how can you be so sure?

W 8:42:I can guarantee it;)

You couldn’t help but feel a certain way over that text. Although you knew he didn’t want to scare you away, his commanding text felt authoritative to you as well as infuriating. Now that you knew who this guy was, it was easier to target your anger at someone. You didn’t want to give in too early so you tried to play hard to get, knowing you’d been caught in his snare already.

You 8:52:We’ll see then

You set your phone down, thinking you had won for the night. Instead, you were greeted by another text, picking up your phone almost instantly.

W 8:53:I’ll see you there then

He already knew he had you. It showed in his text. Although you didn’t win, you went to bed happy. It’ll be a fun week.


The next day, you came to work once again, not expecting anything. You were hoping for nothing but obviously, others had other plans for you. Sitting on your desk was a jet black box. You opened the box up to find a dress. A beautiful red dress that had lace everywhere. You wanted to take it out of the box but that wasn’t an option. You were at work and you were surprised no one saw it when you took the top of the box off.

 You turned your head to find CEO Wang grinning at his computer which made a smile appear on your face. You didn’t want to show how happy you were but it wasn’t often you got gifts. Even less that you got noticed by men. You sat down, and before you knew it, Ella was speeding over to you to ask “What’s in the box?”
You were thinking about how you could tell her without making her scream. You were glad she was excited for you but that was no reason to let the whole office know. Instead you explained to her that she couldn’t scream, squeal, or attract attention. She agreed and you opened the box allowing her to see the contents. You could hear a high squeal threatening to escape but she kept it in. Her eyes grew large and so did her smile.
“I think it’s official, don’t you?”

“What’s official?” you raise an eyebrow questioning her.

“That he freaking likes you. What the hell else?!” she screamed in a whisper.

“Yeah, whatever.”

You blow off the comment, making Ella go back to her desk with a shrug, but inside you think she’s right. At least you’re hoping she’s right. You sit down, looking in his direction once again. He’s trained on his work once again but after you glance at his a few times, he catches on. When you finally gave up on getting his attention, he seems to catch yours.
W 10:32:Guessing you liked it?


You 10:33:How did you know?


W 10:33:You’re still smiling

You automatically tried to hide your smile, fearing he could use your happiness against you. Although you tried, it kept creeping out. You couldn’t help it. For once you were happy. You couldn’t think of a way to retaliate when you knew he was right so you kept your head down, away from his line of sight.
W 10:40:I know your still there

W 10:41:Look at me

The texts surprised you. You weren’t expecting for him to exactly care for where you had gone. You expected him to get back to work and not bother with you until it was over. When you peeked your head over you little cubicle wall, you saw him staring back, a smile on his face and a tiny heart in his hand. If you hadn’t been around, you wouldn’t have found it. You reciprocated his act, and a smile stretching from ear to ear, came over his face. He went back to work, glancing at you every few minutes. You think the party would be fun to g to after all. And hey, no need for dress shopping anymore.


The week had dragged on, the only thing getting you through it were the small texts you and Jackson had been sending each other. Finally, Saturday rolled around and you were readying yourself. Ella had found a date with a guy she had been eyeing for a few weeks so she would go with him. You were getting ready at home and when you were done, you stood back and admired yourself.

The dress hugged your curves and the back was exposed. The front had a low v-lineThe lace was comfortable against your skin and you had done your makeup and hair. You were ready for the night of your life. You were about to make your way out with your coat, keys, and clutch in hand when you heard someone at the door. You weren’t expecting anyone. It was late enough that no one should have been coming around. You walk towards the door, curious of who was standing outside your apartment. When you opened it, you were greeted by no other than the man of the night himself, looking better than ever.

He was wearing a red suit that accentuated every feature. His coat matched your dress but his black t-shirt underneath let his stand different from you. His hair was done, swept over the side in a wavy manner. His color bones were on display, and you were enjoying the view. As you continued to take in the view, Jackson was doing some sightseeing himself. He took in all of how you looked and finally spoke up.

“Wow, you look…amazing. You’re beautiful.” he said with a chuckle.

You felt heat rushing to your cheeks, embarrassed at the compliment.

“So do you.” you say back.

For a few seconds, you stand there watching awkwardly, waiting for someone to say something. You chose to break the silence.

“So the man himself, came to get me?”

He chuckled to himself, thinking about your comment.

“I came because I thought you’d be thankful.”

“I am thankful.” you said with a small push on his shoulder.

“Oh really? Show me then.” he said back.

You froze. You didn’t know how to react so you stopped thinking and let your body move. You took a step forward and allowed your self to kiss him. His lips were soft and they comforted you. He kissed you innocently and slowly. They made you feel like you were in the right hands and soon you were. His arms snaked around your hips, pulling you closer. You got lost in the kiss for a few more seconds before it was time to break it. Out of breath but happy with yourself, you set your keys down, and put on your coat. Your heels clicked on the floor, breaking him from his trance.

“Let’s go Mr.CEO. Wouldn’t want to be late for your own party.”


Once you got to the party, people were surprised that you were, well, you. Or that you had come with your boss. The first half of the night was filled with common socializing. You found Ella and her date and were happy to talk to her about what has happened while the men had a conversation of their own. You were happy that you attended. The food was great, the people were nice, and you came with a great guy.

Eventually, the night was getting quieter and you were talking more to Jackson. They were normal conversations. Your birthday, career goals, and what made you happy. You were surprised he even wanted to listen. When the party started getting rowdy again however, you and he slipped away. You were led through a grand corridor. The walls and floors looked more expensive than anything you’ve seen in person.

When you arrived at room with double doors and gold trimming, you heart was beating a mile a minute. Jackson opened the door and ushered you in, closing and locking the door behind him. You felt out place in the extravagant room so you stood in the middle of the room, very awkwardly.

Jackson made his way to you, slipping off your coat with unsaid permission and wrapping his arms around your waist. The location of your coat had been lost while you were looking at the glint in his eye. The fireplace’s flames, dancing in them, letting you feel a spark. You put your arms around his neck, anticipating his next move.

“Was this your goal the entire time? To get me alone?” you ponder with a raised eyebrow.

He gave a deep chuckle in response, giving you your full answer when he leaned in. He left some space between the two of you, allowing you to fill it and when you did, it felt amazing. His lips were just as soft if not a bit more chapped but the kiss wasn’t innocent like before. He kissed you sensually, with a hunger that wasn’t there before. Before you knew it, a soft moan escaped your lips. One of his hands moved to your neck, pulling you in a bit more.

When he broke away, he trailed his eyes up and down, looking at you with dark eyes.

“You look fucking amazing in that dress.”

Your cheeks got even more flushed, not expecting the compliment. He walked you over to the bed in silence, looking at you every step of the way. When you had fell on the bed, he looked at you with pleading eyes, waiting to take off the dress. When you nodded, he went to work taking it off. It was off before you knew it and he was staring at you intently. You were glad you bought a brand new pair of black, lace panties for tonight but you were also embarrassed. His eyes, made you feel squeamish and nervous. He was a handsome man through and through. No one could deny that. But you weren’t sure about yourself and his staring made it feel worse. You tried to hide yourself with your hands but he wasn’t having it. He gently took your hands away.

“Don’t hide yourself. You’re so beautiful. And I’m lucky *kiss* to *kiss* have *kiss* you *kiss* here.”

His words warmed your heart and his kisses heated your body up even more.

“I don’t think you’re that lucky to be stuck with me.” you said with discontent. You were happy he viewed you this way but he smoothed any uncertainties over soon enough with his actions. His kisses slowly lowered and his breath fanned over your clothed core. You tried to squirm down, trying to make contact with his lips when he moved his lips to your inner thigh. Kissing soft but sensual kisses up and down your thighs. You whimpered, wanting him to make contact with the place that needed most attention when he looked up at your needy, disheveled face.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit.” he said with a smirk before slowly taking off your soiled panties. His lips soon attached to your swollen bud, sucking lightly from the get-go. His mouth lazily slid through your folds, giving you great pleasure.

“Oh, fuck.”

A string of lengthy moans were spilling from you, music to his ears. Jackson circled your clit and sucked gently to give you just enough pressure. Soon enough, you were feeling that familiar fire in your stomach, wanting you to catch the high the high you were chasing.

“Jackson, Jackson, I’m so close.”

“Keep moaning my name and I’ll give it to you.”

Wanting to get your high, you moaned his name in long and lengthy syllables. He seemed to appreciate your compliance, speeding up and adding a finger. Or two. Eventually, you got the orgasm, you had been wanting. The pleasure flowed through you. You laid there, trying to catch your breath while Jackson stripped himself of everything he had on. You watched him as he undressed, impressed by his muscles. He had a beautiful body to add to his face and you were amazed at how attractive a guy could be.

He brought his body up to kiss your neck this time and you graciously made more room for him. His eagerness pleased you for some reason. His kisses soon turned sloppy but it was fine because you were already drench and ready to go another round. He lined himself up with your entrance and moaned at the feeling of his tip playing at your entrance. He slowly pushed himself inside, watching to see if you were uncomfortable with anything before he continued. He slowly thrust into you in the beginning at a pace you both seemed to find lacking. When you whimpered, urging him to go faster, he definitely complied. He lifted your knees a bit and started moving swiftly. At the rate he was pounding into you, you were definitely getting another orgasm tonight.

After a few more thrusts, his movements were getting sloppy and you knew he was close too. You gave no warning this time, focusing only on the waves of pleasure surging through you in raging waves. Jackson soon followed after with a string of curses falling from his lips. He collapsed on top of you, tired and out of breath. When he caught his breath, he rolled off and covered your bodies with the silky blankets at the end of the bed.

“That was great.” he said with a large smile, moving the covers up to your chin.

“Yeah…wow.” You kept thinking of the orgasm he gave you, hard-hitting and still amazing. When you tried to get up and put on your panties, he pulled you back in the covers asking “Where’re you going?” with furrowed brows.

“To get my underwear.” you playfully smack his chest.

“You don’t need them right now though, stay with me.” he said with a slight pout.

You didn’t want or need the underwear anyway. You rolled back into the covers, allowing him to trap you in his muscular arms.

“So, when’d this happen?” you finally question.

“What do you mean?”

“When’d you notice a nobody?” you said with a small chuckle.

With a furrowed brow, he answered, “Who’s a nobody?”

“You know I mean me.” you said with a slightly playful tone.

“All I see is hardworking *kiss* intelligent *kiss* beautiful *kiss* woman.” he said with a reassuring smile.

You were really hoping these kisses weren’t a habit. If they were, you would fall for them every time.

“You’re embarrassing me. I don’t even see me that way.” you say covering your flushed cheeks with the covers.

 He pulled the covers down past your eyes and caressed you cheek saying, “If you don’t see yourself that way, I can help you. And I’d love to embarrass you more. Here, your place, the office, if you’d let me.”

“I think I already did.”

Imagine you and your wife want a baby...

Note: This is a lesbian semi rapid pregnancy fluff story. I love rapid pregnancy stories but I only like fluffy, sweet stories where the growth is noticeable, but not violent or taking place over the span of a few seconds. I also like set up and some sweet character interactions. This is my first short story like this so I hope everyone enjoys, but please leave criticism if you feel like it is needed.

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You and your wife Sarah are dropped off by the taxi, and you unload your bags. The sunrise has just started, the sky is a light purple that the orange is just starting to fade in. The salty beach air rushes by you; it has been 7 years since your honeymoon you went to the beach. You’re here over the 4 day weekend at The Agency for Parenthood. You saw advertised that over the span of 4 days all the proper arrangements can be made to where you can go home with a healthy baby. Over the phone there wasn’t information given, just the travel arrangements were made. You and your wife had always wanted to raise a family, but it is harder to do so naturally being a lesbian couple. But in only 4 days? Maybe it’s an adoption agency where you meet with the expectant mother and get matched over the weekend. They figured they would go along, it was a beach resort and if they didn’t like it they could get a hotel and just have a relaxing weekend together away from the bustling city. You see other couples getting their stuff together to go inside.

An employee rushes over and helps to gather your belongings. Your items are taken to the suite where you will be staying in, you have been instructed to go to the auditorium to await further instructions. The facility is top notch, 5 stars. The building was alabaster white, marble floors, and wide windows facing the glistening, emerald green ocean and sandy shores. Immediately upon entering you smell savory food, assuming an open buffet must be nearby. This place looks fantastic! You do see several pregnant women waddling around in various stages of pregnancy. Some are in their swimsuits, their swollen, glowing bodies are barely contained by the fabric, leaving through the glass large doors to enjoy the beach. You whisper to Sarah how exciting it will be to get to know these ladies and hopefully be matched. You brought a scrapbook with photos of their life at home just in case they needed to present themselves.

You both find your seats in the auditorium, there is about 50 or so seats. Other couples find their way in and after an hour the room is filled with small chatter. The doors close, the lights dim, and just the small stage has light. After a few moments a middle aged woman, walks into the stage, wearing a large white lab coat over her black pants suit.

“Good morning everyone! I am Dr. Abagail Harris, founder of The Agency of Parenthood. I hope you find our accommodations acceptable during your stay here.” She continues to go over some basic rules of the facility, like where certain locations are on the campus, services provided, and emergency protocol. The audience grows restless.

“Now, the question you all have: how does all over this work? You all have one thing in common, you all want to start a family.” You and the audience start to quiet down to listen carefully.

“You might think upon seeing our other clients here that this is an adoption agency. That is not the case, your children will be biologically yours. The medical technology I have here is highly coveted by certain unscrupulous groups, so please understand the secrecy up to this point.” While there was background chatter during the other parts of the presentation, the audience is now deathly quiet, awaiting to hear what will happen.

Dr. Harris pauses for dramatic effect, smiling wide. “I know we have several same sex couples here, and the child will be biological from both of you as well” Sarah squeezes your hand, you look over and she has a grin as big as the moment you proposed to her all those years ago. You squeeze back, feeling the engagement ring on her finger you gave her and continue to listen.

“This is a type of fertility treatment we have here. But we know a lot of you are busy business men and women. You have planes to catch, meetings to secure multi million dollar deals across the globe next week. Do not fear, your busy lives will not be on hold the next 9 months. You can leave with a biological child of your own in 4 days. I have pioneered technology to expedite the pregnancy, to better accommodate the lifestyle of the 21st century family.” You and the audience gasps in awe at the news.

Dr. Harris starts to giggle a little bit. “Don’t worry, it is completely safe. You saw our other clients as you entered, they are enjoying the sugar sand beaches, splashing in the cool ocean. We have only the best doctors medical staff the world has to offer. If there was a medical emergency, which hasn’t happened in the 10 years we have been open…” She knocks on a wooden support beam for the stage for comedic effect “…we do have a full operatory room that our staff is trained to handle any emergency. In fact, our first patient is yours truely.” Behind her on the projection screen is a collage of photos, a younger Dr. Harris in various stages of pregnancy, then a group photo of her family that includes 6 children. “I did not open this facility until I had proof of the technology. I found out I was infertile when I first got married and I feared I could never have a family. My lifes work has been bringing children into the world that otherwise could not be here. No medical condition can hold you back from having a family.”

The audience is now beyond excited, you can hear all the couples whispering to each other, smiles across the audience. You give Sarah a peck on the cheek. You feel her cheek wet from tears of joy. You wrap your arm around her shoulders, holding her firm.

“My staff will answer more specific questions you may have during the medical exam, which is where you will be going next. It’s going to be a busy next few days, so no time to waste!“ She waved to the audience and the back doors opened on cue.

During her presentation the white lab coat seemed to unbutton. As she was walking off stage, the jacket swept to her sides and behind her. You notice the pale skin of her round stomach peek out from under her black blouse, obviously not meant as a maternity shirt. She hurriedly tucked it back down a few moments later when she realized it. You giggle to yourself, it seems that Dr. Harris isn’t even done adding to her family. You hold Sarah hand as you make your way out.

As everyone leaves the auditorium, there are medical staff with signs each having a different surname on them. You find your family name and are greeted by Mary, your personal nurse and guide over the weekend. She is young, no older than 25. She is just about your height, 5'1”. Her black, long hair and dark skin contrasts with the white lab coat she is wearing. She walks the both of you into a small medical room down a branching hallway and begins to go over each of your health history.

As she concludes the basic medical exam, Mary starts going over the fertility treatment: DNA will be collected from the couple and a zygote will be created using the medical technology at hand. She continues “…and as both of you are women, you have an unique situation. If you want, you can have twins that each of you carry.” You look at Sarahs big brown eyes in excitement. You both have always wanted to have the experience of pregnancy. “The advantage of this is that you can carry one of the twins without the additional bodily stresses that having multiples cause.” That also sounded good.

You have a twin brother and you did always hope to replicate the experience of being a twin with your own child. After some discussion, you both decide that this might be the only time you will be able to do this and agree to each carry a child.

“And like Dr. Harris said, this is completely safe.” Mary pulls out her cell phone and shows you photos of her heavily pregnant, the photo dated just last weekend! The next photo she shows is of her 3 beautiful children, one of them a little girl only a few days old. “Each and every medical staff member is required to have completed the treatment as well, so we can best answer your questions. And yes, my lovely little Emily there was brought into the world last week!” You would of never guessed that she would recover physically so quickly. But then again Dr. Harris is working on child number 7, the process must be easy.

Mary continues “Each of the 40 weeks of pregnancy have been reduced to 40 hours. Within 2 days the fertilized egg will form into a fully formed baby. The 3rd day must stay at the last stage of pregnancy, this stage helps decelerate the fetal growth so they don’t continue to grow rapidly after they are born. The final day here after birth is preparing for the journey home and making vital purchases for the new family member. We will provide  what you will need for the first month. Tomorrow morning you will have an ultrasound to determine the gender of the children, then you will meet with our nursery specialists to have a fully stocked nursery installed in your home while you are here…well…” Mary pats at her currently slim stomach. “…becoming fully stocked yourself.” You all giggle at the joke, but it is also a little nervous sounding as the two of you are slowly taking in the reality of the situation.

There are two medical exam tables in this room. Mary instructs you both to get on one after you disrobe. She leaves the room gather equipment. You both start to take off your clothes and place them in the basket provided. You take an extra long glance at Sarah, she is just as beautiful as the day you met 10 years ago. She is about 4 inches taller than you and is dark as midnight. People tease that the two of you are like night and day since you look polar opposites. The bright lights from the lamps reflect off her skin like shooting stars across the night sky. Sarah has always been a little self conscious of carrying an extra 20 pounds than what she would like, but you find her curves soft and lovely. You have been jealous, yourself always small and petite, always struggling to keep weight on. You try to imagine her with child; her chubby belly that you love to play with, instead full and tight, her belly button popped out from the growing child. Her breasts swelling past their modest handful, you imagine them spilling out the sides of your hands as you gently tease her enlarged, even darker nipples. You then realize that you too would be full figured in every way soon, no longer small and frail. Your heart races, you cannot control your imagination. Firm, swollen round bellys rubbing against each other as you try to hug each other. The only thing that snaps you out of it is the knock on the door. Mary is announcing her return to start the process. You look at Sarah and she seems flustered too, blushing.

“It seems we were having simular thoughts…” She walks over to you and gives you a gentle kiss as she helps you finish undressing, slipping the loose jeggings and tank top off. She slowly rubs your bare stomach, then kisses you on the cheek. Sarah and you hop on the tables and cover yourself with the thin paper blankets provides. Sarah shouts that you both are ready for her to enter.

Mary wheels in various equipment and about 3 other medical staff follow behind. Mary is starting up the equipment as she proceeds to discuss the next steps. “For this part of proceedure you must be placed under general anesthesia for the next 6 hours, the DNA samples can be uncomfortable to gather. Once we place the fertilized eggs in your womb, any movement can disrupt impregnation since this is such a delicate process. You will awaken when we confirm that impregnation was successful. At that point you can proceed to enjoy the next 3 days at your leasure.” You see various other medical equipment being wheeled all around you, the staff placing the sensors on you and Sarah. You feel the pinches of multiple needles being placed in your arms, attached to multiple IV bags. Your heart is now racing from being nervous. This is happening. You see Sarah hand reach out to hold yours, also connected to IV bags. You grasp her hand firmly, feeling with her engagement ring again.  Mary starts counting backwards as you both go under.

“I love you Sarah.” You say shakily. You look into her eyes, wet from tears of excitement. Her full lips start to open to respond but the darkness of sleep pulls you under before you can hear her response.

—–6:34 PM——

You awaken slowly, blinking in and out on consciousness for what seems forever. The bright lights are like staring into the sun, you rub your eyes as you come to. You gain enough awareness to look around for Sarah. She is putting on her sundress, appearing to have awoken much sooner than you. You see that the IV needles are gone, replaced with band aids. You notice a watch on your left wrist. It says 4:41, but that can’t be right if you were under for 6 hours…

Mary speaks from behind you. “Good evening! Everything was a stunning success!” You struggle to sit up, but manage to do so with help from Mary. You look down at your belly, still flat. You then realize the paper blanket has been removed and you curl up, embarrassed from being stark naked.

“Oh, don’t worry about that, we see naked women all the time. But I understand how you feel.” She reaches for the clothes basket and hands you the floral tank top and denim jeggings you wore in. She turns around to let you clothe yourself. She continues to explain while turned around.

“You both have been pregnant for 4 hours at this point. So this is just like the fourth week of pregnancy. You each have a watch, timed to the exact moment when the pregnancy started.” You look at the watch just after slipping on your tank top and just as she said, it says 4:42. Makes sense now. The tank top has a built in bra shelf that for your small, just barely there breasts fit into. Honestly if anything it’s still too big and the shirt is an extra small already. “This will count up to 40 hours, when gestation will suspend for a whole day to stop the accellerated growth. Wouldn’t want your bouncing babies to grow up too fast, they already do at a natural pace!”

You finish zipping up your jeans, which you do notice are a tiny little tighter than usual. Before if anything stuck out it was your hip bones. Now the hip bones are hidden away like you have always wanted them to be. You do finally realize that you are absolutely famished! You hear Sarah stomach growl from the other side of the room. Laughing, you walk over and reach for your wife’s hand. You both are grinning from ear to ear.

“Now, you will be growing at an unnatural pace, so I would recommend heading up to your rooms and slipping into something more..accommodating. The buffet is open 24/7, so feel free to eat up! The typical week that you start to show is around 12, so around 2 in the morning is when you’ll actually start filling out in the middle. You’ll be a whole different person when you wake up tomorrow morning!”

Mary opens the door and gives you your room  key, room 245. She gives you directions on how to get there, the resort being so huge. Hand in hand, you both walk out and enter the main lobby area where people are heading for dinner. It smells so wonderful, your mouth starts to fill with saliva.

“Since our room is at the other end of the resort, let’s go ahead and grab some chow!” Sarah pats her soft tummy “Afterall, we are eating for 4 now.”

You enter the dining room and immediately taken back at the sheer amount of food. A huge buffet line with every kind of food you can think of, staff restocking the popular items. You see all around couples having dinner. The women early in their pregnancy are all along the buffet line getting their food, while you see all the women very full with child sitting down at the tables, their husbands and  not pregnant spouses getting them probably their third plate of food. You look over at each others bodies and realize this will be us in just a day! You both make your way to the buffet line and fill up your plates.

You find a table with a couple you sat next to during the presentation. They wave you down and you both take a seat. As you are seated, your jeans dig into your sides and stomach. You do your best to adjust them to make yourself comfortable.

You spend hours talking and eating with the couple. Their names are Justin and Darlene, a husband and wife CEO team for a business software company. Over the years they could never concieve a child naturally, but 2 years ago they had their first child thanks to The Agency for Parenthood. They hired a babysitter for their son and they hope for a daughter to complete their family. Sarah, being the more social one, fills them in on your story. You add in important details as needed, but between the bites you gaze on Sarah and are reminded of why beyond her beauty you fell in love with her; her ability to start a conversation with anyone is how she met you. You wish you had the gift of the gab like her, but you also just love the melody of her voice as she spins tales of their adventurous early years of your marriage.

The hours passes by, eating plate and plate of delicious food: mac and cheese, glazed ham, steak, biscuts, nearly everything at least once! You wish you thought ahead like Sarah and worn a dress, your pants are just aching to be off at this point, you feel the b pants digging in. You try to adjust them and now there is a quite noticeable, but small still, fat spilling out all around the belt of jeggings. You reach your hand feel your skin over your belt line, its soft, just fat; not the firm, small round belly you hope to be sporting when you wake up tomorrow morning. But this is the most you ever filled out any item of clothing. You guess you might actually fit a size 1 currently instead of the 00 you typical have to wear. After laughs and sharing stories, photos on your phone of your pets and family, it is nearly 9pm and you both figure it is time to get ready for bed. You both ate so much food, your body is busy digesting it and is begging for sleep. You all give hugs and look forward to seeing them on campus tomorrow, excited to share upcoming baby bumps!

You leave the dining hall and make it to your room. It’s a solid 10 minute walk, you paid extra for a suite that overlooks the ocean, but with that comes extra walking to get such a remote room. You hold your wife’s hand and head down the hallways. You pass by some night owl couples who prefer moonlight to sunlight and making their way out now. You see one couple, both of them probably 30 hours into their pregnancies, heading out to the beach, hand on the smalls of their back for support, for what little of a moonlight beach waddle they can do. Their swimsuits can barely contain their newly formed bodies, breasts overflowing the bikini tops, the bottoms barely covering the nessary parts, being stretched as their hips obviously has widened signifigantly to house their evergrowing children. Their sway backwards to accomodate the new center of gravity matches the palm trees against the ocean wind, bending back as well. Their free hand is rubbing each other’s swollen tummys. Even though it is night, those women are glowing like the sun. You smile and make a mental note to take Sarah out on a night walk while here.

You do notice as you walk that there is a little bit more of jiggle to your breasts as you take your steps. Your breasts before were barely a size A cup, not even enough to jiggle even if you jumped. The built in bra for your top is struggling to support your breasts, now easily large enough where they have their own independent movement. You have never experienced this before and now understand why large breasted women are always complaining about bras with no support. As you walk, the skin of your swollen breasts tug down slightly with each step, causing some discomfort. Not as uncomfortable as the jeans though, they have to get off the moment you enter the room! All the buttered crab legs and thick lobster bisque you ate is finding their place on your body quicker than you expected. Your free hand goes to your hips; you now have what they jokingly call a muffin top. As you walk your breasts jiggle with your new expanded waist.

Your room is finally found and you enter. Sarah barely closes the door behind her before you take off your top. You feel the bounce of your breasts as the bra frees them, you feel them move for a small moment before they settle. You start to unbutton your pants and work your fingers to the zipper, but immediately forces itself open before you could even begin. You let out a sigh of relief. You brushed against your belly while your hand was undoing the button. Is it just you or does your belly already feel a bit firmer, a little more rounded? Can’t be, you look a your watch and it’s only hour 7, way sooner than the typical week you start to show. Sarah walks over to help you undress, she rubs her fingers along the red imprints from where your jeans were digging in.

“Hmm, you always thought you were too skinny, now you know how I feel after pizza night! I always thought…you….are just perfect…but you might be a different kind of perfect like this…” She gently rubs the indention lines, using them to guide her fingers. She continues to explore your expanding hips and beyond, slightly pressing on your tummy to see if it feels different. It is a little firmer, gives more resistance when she presses. You both notice and exchange smiles. Sarah leans over, gives your belly button a kiss and helps to remove the rest of the pants. She leans over in a way that purposefully shows her cleavage. Her breasts slightly overfilled the top of her bra, she is obviously going though the same changes as you are. You feel warm, you cannot wait to get her to the bed. You start to unbutton her dress when you both are caught off guard by your jeans. This was the only pair of jeans you owned that you didn’t need a belt to keep them up, even with that the extra fabric in the legs previously swished when walking. Sarah is having to tug rather hard on your jeans to remove them. Your breasts and midsection were not the only thing that has grown, but your legs have additional weight on them too.

“I need you to get on the bed so I can help get these off of you, you have grown so much already!” You lay down, noticing your breasts flattening out and to the side a bit as they do when they are of a larger cup size. With Sarahs help you shimmy the jeggings off. You lean back on the bed with relief when they finally let loose of your legs. The uncomfortable pressure of the waist band digging into your sides must have prevented you from noticing how tight the legs were. You see on your pale legs more red indention marks from where the pant seems were pressing against your growing thighs, but as you rub the indention marks you also feel other lines…you see them almost purple and along your hips and inside of your thighs, the most growth so far. Stretch marks. You are 31 but you finally got them! Sarah proceeds to quickly unbutton her dress and tosses it and your pants next to the luggage the staff left by the door. She jumps on bed with you, you and your new bodies all bounce with the bed springs up and down. You both hug and kiss each other, rolling on the bed, skin touching skin. You don’t notice as much changes on Sarah other than her slightly larger breasts, but you know that will come. You caress her breast with one hand, the other placing the other nipple to your lips, kissing them softly. She sharply gasps and moans, the sudden sensitivity freezing her in pure pleasure. The new changes to each of your bodies has opened a new world for sexual exploration. At this point you both planned on circumnavigating the expanding globes that are your tummys and elsewhere, leaving no area of skin untouched.

The night is simply magical, even better than your honeymoon 7 years ago, if that was possible. The hours pass and you both eventually fall asleep, her spooning you, a hand absently on your new breast, sending shivers over your bidy when her fingertips brush against your enlarged nipple. You realize this is the first time it can actually be cupped a little bit by hand, something Sarah especially made her aware of tonight. You curl up, your favorite sleeping position, and you feel a definite bulge from your swelling tummy when you bring your thighs up close to your body, it being called the fetal position just being ironic in this case. You bring your hand to feel it, and now you have a definate pregnant belly, firm and warm as you rub it slowly. You see is the watch on your wrist, reading hour 10 of the pregnancy.

Your dreams are of your new family: 4 toddler aged children running around playing tag. In your dream you look over to Sarah on your porch swing, heavily pregnant, swollen breasts resting on top of her belly that has spread her legs so wide apart. She has a shirt on, but it barely covers her enlarged popped out belly button that stretches the shirt to its limit. She white skirt she is wearing is nearly hidden by her belly that extends to the middle of her dark thighs.  You are holding the small of your back, taking your time to lean back into the swing, as to not fall over due to your own even larger belly that when you finally seat almost extends to your knees, breasts bounce and then settle to the sides of your firm, almost oblong shaped stomach under a loose sundress. The dream ends with the two of you hopelessly squeezed together, each of your thighs pressing and taking up the empty space under arm rest of the swing. The two person swing didn’t take into account women carrying each a set of twins, making it 6 people. Sarah, you and your four children laughs as they struggle to help you both out of the swing. While dreaming you hold the small swell of your growing child with your hand.

As the sleeping hours pass, it taking up more and more of your hand. You wake up once in the middle of the night due to something pushing against the small of your back, tickling as it creeps up your spine. As you turn over to get more comfortable, sleep still in your eyes, the moonlight reflects off of Sarahs now noticable baby bump, her soft belly you love now taught, the softness that was once there now have been used for your child. You start to find a new comfortable position, but not before you notice Sarahs hand move to her tummy, rubbing it now in her sleep too. You end up sleeping on your back, enjoying the weight you feel between your hips as your belly takes on more of a dome shape against the moon light. You cup one hand under your enlarged bump, the other on Sarahs firm and very warm belly.