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Ok, yall, I've started working on roommate Pt2. It's almost finished and should be up by today, but I was just wondering do yall not like when I write about dudes cuz the byeon woo seok fic wasn't exactly my best work but I just wanna know how yall feel? If so, I won't put the riki fic out.

Okkk yall, I'm working on the byeon fic. But if yall watched the song, which I hope yall did, because I'm not promoting greatness for nothing. But anyways, me and my wife and I have decided on the oc having powerless. In the story byeon is interested in nam-soon because she is naturally strong. So, our oc obviously won't have super strength. I lowley want her to be stronger than nam-soon, just not aware of her full potential yet, so it's either telekinesis like Wanda from Marvel. Or the second option is like a storm from xmen.

Ch.2 To be loved

Seeing him was the highlight of my day. I remembered when I was nothing but an orphan, though I can't remember my biological parents. I sometimes like to think they died. It was the best way for me when I was just a kid. To accept the fact that even the ones who gave you life viewed as nothing but a mistake was difficult. My mother viewed her destiny as saving her country, getting rid of the drugs that were taking lives. In my opinion, people died all the time. Life was hard. We have no idea what someone is going through until they are pushed to the end. She would never understand that struggle. That pain. When I heard it was si-o behind all this, I had to know why. People have reasons, I had to be the one to see the good in him. Even if no one else could. I was falling in love, love makes you do dumb things.

Whether I was dumb or hopeless, I wanted to know him. Not the version he showed to the public, the fake smiles meant nothing to me. I wanted to see him truly smile, to be happy. I happened to be at one of my mothers many chain restaurants. And to my luck sitting there was the man I had hoped for, now I hadn't prepared myself to speak to him and I realized that when he had made eye contact with me. Stern, serious glare like he knew I was watching him. Talking to people wasn't necessarily the issue. I talked my way out of parking tickets, jail, and even school punishments as a child. I was a smooth talker, one thing I developed from my mom. Though he made me nervous, my hands were sweating, and I had the urge to convert into oxygen. I wanted to cry because as much as I hated to admit it, his opinion of me meant a lot. One accidental interaction, and I was hooked. He knew me as Tseg tseg rich spoiled friend. I wanted him to see me. It already pissed me off that he had eyes for my sister. She took everything from me without even fucking trying. I had to man up and fight for what I wanted.

"Hello sir, you probably don't know me, but my name is Danny. We kinda met before when I bumped into you at your company." He smiled though I could tell it was fake, after years of faking happiness myself. I knew a fake smile from a mile away. "Right, your Tseg's little friend, correct?" Irritation couldn't even be used as the word for what I felt in that moment, I wanted him to see me. "Technically, that's how we met, though I just wanted to say something t-to you. Please." I stood up drawing attention to myself truly not what I needed right now, but I had to tell him before anything else happened. My anxiety was through the roof, I wanted to crawl into a hole and die right then and there standing under his intimidating stare. I had to do this, though. He was the first person I felt genuine feelings for, and I didn't even know him personally. The effect he had on me was outrageous.

"I wanted to go out with you. I want to get to know you, and I know I'm not korean, and your parents may have an issue with that, but I mean Nationality vise I am. Everyone thinks I'm just this spoiled rich assshole, but i im not, and i want to show you that there is more to me than my money or parents' money. I have korean parents, so that counts, I'm well accounted for, and I have seen you before, and you're all I think about no matter what. I try to get my mind off of you, and my brain proceeds to show different connections to you. And if you p-plan to reject me, just sit here and silence, and I won't ever bother you again. Well, I hope so, I can try." He was astonished but my speech. Everyone had turned their attention towards us and started clapping. I hadn't even noticed at first. I couldn't handle rejection, especially not by him. I wanted to be with him, breathe in his scent, and help him with anything. Live a life with him. Silence was what I got, and I took the message. I had embarrassed him and myself.

Suddenly, walking out, trying to hold back tears, I was 5 years old me again. I'm sitting at my dance recital waiting for my mommy. She promised she would come today since I told her how much this meant to me. Sitting there for the next 4 hours in nothing but silence was the worst feeling a child could feel. The competition was over, I didn't even dance, missing a chance to get picked for a major academy. I saw dad pull up. Why did she hate me so much. "Honey, you didn't tell me you had a competition today, and I found the scouts there as well. I would've shown up, baby." I stared at him. I was a daddy's girl simply because my mother broke my heart before I could ever feel love from her. "I didn't tell you because I told Mommy. I wanted her to come watch me this time. To surprise her with my skills." Just glancing at him, I knew that look, the look of a father who was afraid to break their already broken child. I snapped out of it when I felt someone shaking my shoulders. Looking up, it was him. "I've been calling you for 20 minutes. You almost got hit by that truck. Are you even paying attention?" I stared at him, I didn't know what to say, would he care enough to hear. "You ran out before I could say anything. Scared? You're very pretty. And bold. I've never had someone confess their love for me in a public area at that. I admire that, while I don't really know you, I would like to get to know you. Experience something."

I was so happy at that moment that I completely ignored the world around me. I jumped onto him. He was startled at first but caught me with ease. I leaned back and cupped his face, pecking his cheek, and for that first time, I saw a genuine smile. A real surprise for me, I enjoyed it. "You look beautiful when you smile, like a hidden jem only made for the luckiest humans to gaze at." He stared at me, blushing. From that moment, we slowly got to know each other, getting closer day and night. Developing an unbreakable bond. I didn't care he was a so-called criminal. When I was with him, none of that mattered. I never asked about his business, letting him know if he wanted to tell me he could. I kept this from my family, I knew they would never approve of what we had, especially my mother. She didn't give a shit about me, but in a situation like this, she saw him as an enemy.

We sat at a Korean BBQ shop. It was simply nice to spend time at a place with no worries. "I could've taken you someone nicer, you know." I placed some meat on the grill what grabbing a piece and putting it in front of his mouth. He smiled and opened his mouth to eat it. "Is it good? And you know I don't care about expensive restaurants. I've been to enough in my lifetime. I just want to be with you. To be honest, you could've gotten fried chicken and took to me the beach to eat. It's the thought that counts, babe." He smiled at me, I smiled back until I realized the petname I gave him immediately going to apologize. "It's fine, I actually like it. Babe." Blushing, I gave him more meat. We talked about our days, he was stressed and I wanted to help. Thought he said I shouldn't stress myself. We finished eating and literally had a full-on battle over who would pay the bill. I won, "Maybe I'll let you pay next time." He laughed, grabbing my hand and walking out of the shop. While pda was no foreign concept to me, it still made me feel like it was the first interaction between us each time it happened. "Come home with me, please." I stared at him in shock. He had never asked me this. I had no experience in relationships, but usually, that leads to other things. I didn't know what was gonna happen, but I trusted him.

We showed up to his home. He told me to wash up for the night. I happily got in the shower to think I was happy. A foreign feeling. My shower lasted well over 30 minutes, I looked down and saw a towel and a button-up shirt. Luckily, I always kept a spare thong with me. Putting on the clothes, I walked out of the bathroom to find him already washed up and laying in bed. A blue robe and pajama pants on while he was on the phone. I walked out of the room to got place my clothes in the hamper, then grabbed a glass of water. I was drinking it while examining the home I had never been inside. Eventually, I walked back towards the room where he was done with his phone call. And looked up with a dropped jaw. I smiled at his antics. "You're still so pretty. With and without the makeup. Come here." Walking slowly towards his bed, he gestured for me to move closer. I crawled to him, and apparently, it wasn't close enough because he picked me up and placed me on his lap while holding my hips. I felt nervous. He noticed squeezing my hips with his larm hands.

I grabbed one of his hands, placing them in mine. Comparing the size and then kissing his palms, I looked up at him to see a bright smile. "I'm not tired yet." I told him it usually took me a while to go to sleep. I was just always up. He nodded and pulled me closer in a hug. Affection from si-o was always the best. I could tell he wasn't the most affectionate person, so I didn't push him. Though I craved his touch, I craved everything about him. Looking out the window, I saw the stars. "This reminds me of when my mom took me and my siblings camping once. It was weird, though it was fun." I continued to look at the stars until he spoke up. "You don't talk about your mother much. Actually, you don't talk about her at all. For a second, I thought she had passed." I was shocked by the thought of my mothers absence. Sure, I never spoke about her because there weren't any good memories, to be honest. "It's fine if you don't want to speak about it." I looked at his face full of concern he was so patient with me, but I wanted him to know and trust me like I did him. "It's ok, it's just.....there isn't much to talk about, you know. She was there but not there. She was always focused on my older sister. She was the amazing daughter who could do no wrong. And I was simply the girl that lived in her house, or that's what it felt like. Sometimes, it felt like I didn't have a mom to begin with. To think I used to pray to have a mother that would be there for me. Then my sister went missing, and as much as I hate to say it, I was happy, for once I though she would pay attention to me, realizing she had two daughters but it only got worse. I was just there, and I hated myself for the fact that I was happy my sister was gone. I've always been jealous of her she is better in every way. That's so evil of me, but I was so fucking lonely. She is such a good person, and makes friends so easily and everyone likes her but me they look down on me. I'm nothing more then a spoiled bitch using her parents credit card to fill the void."

Before I noticed, I was full on sobbing in front of him. I broke down, secrets I've never told anyone in my life. I was afraid of what the world would think of me. He grabbed my shaking hands, kissing them slowly, whining, moving up to wipe my tears. "Your feelings are normal baby, you went your entire life playing second place because your mother is a terrible mother, no offense. A bit of a bitch you know. No secret there since she is Hwang Geum Joo." Hearing that part made me laugh. Until I sat there shocked he knew of my parent. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you." It was all I could say at the moment. He looked at me and pressed against my cheeks, letting me know it was ok. And he underdtood the urge to protect her even if she wanst good to me. Or cared for me, it seems."You are so amazing and kind and beautiful. She isn't better than you at all. I wish you could see the way I see you. You have lightened up my world as a whole. I was nothing but a cold, damaged asshole when I met you, then I realized no matter how my life pushes and kicks your ass its your choice to get back up. To keep going, you taught me that baby. All the drug business and shady stuff I do, you don't judge me at all. Sitting by my side supporting me no matter what I choose to do. When I was an orphan and Pavel took me in, trained me to become the person I am today, hit after hit. Missed meal after another, I prayed for a better life. You have provided that life." Hearing those words, my heart was swelled. I felt nothing but love for the first time someone chose me, loves me. I wasn't an option. I was a need. "I'm so glad you chose me or tseg." Hearing that, he laughing pulling me closer if that was possible. "I never liked tseg baby, she is a worker at my company that'd all. If anything, I had my eyes on you since you walked into the building." Similing in pure joy, I leaped forward, causing a groan to come of his mouth. Scared I hurt him, I tried to get up until he forced my hips back down. It was then I realized I hadn't hurt him. In fact, the moment u felt something hard poking me thigh, I blushed.

"How in the world did you get hard, sir?" He simply smiled at my words, moving me forward to the point where I was sitting directly on top of his hard on. My core pushed further into it slowly until he began grinding me against him. I couldn't help but moan. It all felt too good. "Have you seen my beautiful girlfriend sitting right on top of me in nothing but my shirt? If anything, it was difficult not to." Moans slipped from my mouth before I could let out a sarcastic response. Finally, I said the words I had been so afraid to ever tell anyone. "I love y-you." Hearing this, he sped up my hips against his, leaning in to capture my lips into a kiss. "I love you more, baby." We continued until we were left naked and bare before each other, and all the insecurities, abandonment issues, and pain left my mind. Leaving nothing but si-o. The night was a night to remember.

Stay tuned for chapter 3.

Older Women

Chapter 1

Ashley's POV

Jam Republic finally arrives to set, and the excitement rate is through the roof. "Guys, we are like actually here. This is so freaking cool," Aubrey says excitedly with the biggest smile on her face. "Yea, we are here, so let's not keep the keep our devoted subjects waiting," Ashley says while walking inside the building with the group heading towards their crew room.

"You do realize they are recording right, Ash," Kirsten states while laughing but being kinda serious. "Of course, I know that my number leader, but let's be honest, how many of them have you think talked absolute cash shit about us during their little interviews?" Kristen just smiles, shaking her head. "It's all about the fake drama. Ash, there is and shall be no real fighting, got that girlie." She says with a motherly tone while looking at her entire entire crew, but making sure to make eye contact with the troublemaker herself to get the point across.

"I don't start fights, mother. I finish them, I tell you this all the time and there will be no need to fight because I know no one here is about that life. So you don't have to worry your pretty little head over it." Ashley said while staring at Emma, caught off guard by the face she was suddenly making, and laughed out loud. Ling and Kristen just shake their heads, knowing if provoked Ashley will end up hurting some poor girl.

As the girls separated to start little side conversations of their own, Latrice looks around the room and says "When do you think they will call us down, we have to be like the last ones to arrive it seems", the girls are turned and nodded. Then suddenly, the TV turned on, alerting them it was time to go down to the fight zone. The girls got up and made their way down.

" Omg, this is amazing, Kirsten says in astonishment while walking down first. "It's giving fancy, like boutique white people shit, oo shit yall think they caught that." Ashley covers her mouth, walking down the stairs laughing. Everyone turns to see the final crew, some still slightly bewildered that they are foreigners, while others are just staring in amazement at Audrey and Ashley. Ashley turns to the side while finally making it down the last step and overhears the conversation of Bebe." Oo, Audrey, they think we are pretty," she says while smiling at the girl she shares a birthday with.

Then the chatter comes to a slight stop when the evaluation video starts and and hearing the negatively Ashley turns and smirks at her leader. "I told you they would be talking shit, but no one ever listens to Ash." Kristen just stands there with the rest of the crew smiling and listening to the comments, " Doesn't matter what they say, Ash. We are better than that and won't feed into negatively. " Ash turns around and eyes the other crew, then proceeds to laugh out loud, startling everyone in the room. "Yea, I'm gonna show yall, what's weak."

Jam Republic sits down in their spot while waiting for the judges to come out. In the process, she turns to her side and sees Wolf'lo. She leans more to the side and taps on Haechi shoulder. The girl turns around and stares at the black girl a little confused. "I've seen videos of you guys in battles, and you're like cool as shit." Ashley says to gir, though at this point the entire crew had turned around when they realized she spoke korean." Really, thank you Ashley, your really good too. I watch your battles all the time it's always fun to see something new that you come up with each time you step out. Haechi says with a smile on her face. Your korean is really good, I thought Jam Republic didn't speak any", Halo says while looking at Ashley.

"O no, Jam Republic doesn't speak a word of korean, but considering my father is in the army and was deployed to korean and my mom liked it so much, we stayed. The amazing Ashley Martinez does speak the language." She says while smiling quite proud of her language skills. Before the conversation could continue, though, the host Daniel starts announcing the judges. "I'll hit yall up later," Ashley says while Ling is grabbing her thigh to make her pay attention. She spaces out for a while until her eyes catch sight of the first judge.

Monika steps out doing her iconic run move. Though Ashley can't seem to hear anything, anyone in the room is saying. All she can focus on is Monika." Who the hell is that beautiful woman?", Halo overhearing the younger girl looks up and smiles while says "She is a famous dancer in Korea, she was on the show last season with her crew, you've been in Korea, how come you don't know here?" Ashley watches the woman sit down in her chair and look around the room until their eyes catch each other.

"I have no idea, but I'm gonna find out." Ling looks at the younger girl and says I pretty sure she is older, then you Ash like way older and most likely straight." She says while trying to get the younger dancers' minds away from the older women. Ashley looks at her and smiles, "No, one is 100% straight first of all. Second, no one is out of my league. If I want her, I'm going to get her. And lastly, the older the better, besides, I like my women older anyways, makes the challenge more exciting.

Tbc....

Are y’all ready for this Spencer fic ?

Guess who’s mom dragged them on a trip to the countryside, a trip I didn’t want to go on by the way to visit my grandparents. I thought it was gonna be like a day or so and we are basically staying here the entire spring break and when I come back I go straight to school. Now it seems like everything I do she is catching an attitude with me for, apparently I’m too loud or I keep randomly snapping at her.

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" Your target, is the the one they call Toruk Makto ".. .. "YOU ARE NOTHING TO ME ".... "I'm gonna kill Jake Sully"...

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The Student Sweetheart Part 2

Pairings: Ian Malcolm x reader

Summary: After leaving the bar with your professor to go somewhere more private, you two make a stop at a gas station.

Warnings: 18+. Age gap. Smoking. Praise. Daddy kink. Size difference. Oral (male receiving). Protected p-in-v. Unprotected p-in-v. Creampie.

The air smells like cigarettes, and the leather seats stick to the back of your thighs. Of course Ian Malcolm drives a black truck that reeks of cigarettes. Not that you mind it. You occasionally smoke yourself, it’s just exactly what you would’ve imagined.

“Want some music, sweetheart?”

You turn to look at Ian. He has one hand on the wheel, and the other resting on the console. “Yeah, sure. Thanks.”

Ian lifts his hand off the console to turn on the radio. “I got some CDs if the radio isn’t to your, uh, liking.” He motions to the center console.

“Dr. Malcolm, I’m intrigued what music you listen to.”

You begin to open the top of the console with Ian keeping his eyes on the road. “I think that’s the first time you’ve ever called me ‘Dr. Malcolm.’”

“Huh. I guess so.” You start to dig through the unorganized mess of CDs stacked in the console. “Oh my god you have Michael Jackson?” You look at the cd under that one. “ABBA too?” Ian just smiles.

You keep sorting through all his various CDs. One catches your eye, so you pull it out. “Appetite for Destruction, Guns N’ Roses. Well, that’s very you.”

“Oh, because you know me so well.” Ian glances over at to as you go through his music collection. He only looks at you for a few seconds, unbeknownst to you, before paying attention to the road again.

You pull out another CD. This one looks older and more used than the others you’ve seen. “Frank Sinatra’s greatest hits? I guess I don’t know you that well. I would’ve never guessed.”

Ian chuckles. “Told you, honey.”

“So where do you live? Or is going to be a surprise too?”

“I live in a loft about half an hour from the university.”

“Oh my god, I'm not even surprised that you live in a loft. I can’t see you living in a normal apartment or house.”

Ian chuckles. Assuming that you’ve thought about where he’s lived before, a wide grin grows on his face. That thought fills him with pride.

“I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or insult.” The truck slows as you guys approach a red light. Ian looks over at you.

You shrug with feigned innocence. “Take it however you want.” A sly smile starts to form after you say that.

“I, uh, will.” Ian gives you a quick wink, and then looks back at the dash. “Shit, we’re gonna have to stop and get gas. I hope you’re okay with us being delayed a little longer.”

The light turns green again, casting a green glow over the two of you. Ian starts driving again.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Besides, this whole car ride is a delay.”

Despite the darkness of the night and Ian’s truck, you can still see a little smirk tug at the side of his lips. “I know of a way to make it better. If you’re up for it of course.” Without waiting for an answer, Ian reaches over and grabs your thigh. Just like in the bar, his touch is firm yet respectful. He starts to trail his hand under your dress. You feel a heat growing low in your stomach. Ian keeps going higher and higher until he’s only about an inch from your throbbing core. Fuck. Just a little bit higher, Malcolm.

His fingers brush against you, only causing your thin lace panties to become moist with your impatient desire.

Just as he starts to trace your core through your panties, he pulls into a gas station. His fingers were only touching you there for a couple seconds, now leaving you dripping with need.

Ian puts the car in park. “Do you mind getting a pack of smokes while I get gas?” He reaches for his beat up wallet from the back of his jeans' pocket. You watch his hips as they buck up, so he can retrieve his stupid ancient wallet.

Digging through the crumpled cash inside, Ian hands you ten bucks.

You take a breath to calm your racing thoughts. “Any particular brand?”

“Surprise me.” Ian looks at you with an affectionate yet lustful grin.

There’s a silence, however, it’s broken quickly with you giggling. Ian laughs, finding it endearing how you can never stop.

“Alright, sweetheart. See you soon.” He pats your thigh, and then starts to open the driver’s side door.

You exit his truck as well. It’s more chilly now than it was on the walk over to The Striped Shot, but it's still pretty warm. You head into the gas station as Ian begins to fill up the tank. He could be filling up something else right now.

You sigh, pushing away those thoughts as you enter the gas station. It's dimly lit and smells musty. There's an older guy behind the register. You approach him.

"Can I get a pack of Marlboro Reds?"

"Sure thing." He has some twang in his voice. "Got an ID?"

"Yeah, no problem." You reach into your bra and pull out your license. The worker stares at you as you do.

The reality of being a woman is not having pockets. The mini black dress you have on is one of many examples of an nonfunctional outfit. "Here", you hand over your license.

The man stares at it longer than necessary. You can’t tell for sure, but it seems like he’s looking at your picture. Studying it.

Finally, he hands it back to you. "That'll be $8.75, princess."

Princess? Ew. Why are men so disgusting?

You fork over the ten dollar bill Ian gave you.

"Using daddy's money?"

Immediately you cringe at his words, but your face softens as you think of something to say.

"Oh, yeah. That's my daddy right out there in the truck." You point out the window only to see Ian looking right at you. How long as he been watching you?

"He's big and strong." You look the man up and down. "Unlike you."

The worker rolls his eyes and hands you your change along with the cigarettes. "Have a nice night now", he grumbles with a bitter voice. Without replying you take your stuff and head back out.

You're approaching Ian's truck with his change in one hand and the cigarettes in the other. Ian’s leaning against the front of his truck. With each step closer to him, the height difference between you both is more noticeable. He had to be almost a foot taller than you.

"Did that guy give you any trouble?"

You hand Ian his cigarettes. "Nothing I can't handle. He was just a little creepy is all."

Sudden rage boils up inside Ian's chest, feeling extremely protective of you. He takes a deep breath in an attempt to suppress his feelings. He can't have you noticing. It's not like you guys are together. He has no right to feel like this, right?

Ian murmurs under his breath, "Sorry you have to deal with that."

"I'm used to it." You hold your hand out with Ian's change. "Here."

"Still, it's not fair. And you can keep that. What is it? Almost two bucks?"

You grab Ian's wrist, turning his palm face up. "It's yours." You place the change in his hand.

Chuckling, Ian mutters, "Okay, fine, sweetheart." He tucks the change into his wallet. "Ready to go?"

You nod. Ian walks around to the passenger side and opens the door for you.

"Such a gentleman. I didn't know you had it in you, Malcolm." You settle into the seat.

Ian chuckles and shakes his head. "It comes out every once in a while." He closes the door and makes his way to the driver's side.

Once settled, he opens the pack of smokes you bought him. "Marlboros, huh?"

"That's usually what I smoke."

"I didn't know you smoked. Guess I'm learning stuff about you too." Ian grabs a cigarette and places it in between his lips.

There's something so captivating about how he does the simplest things. Your gaze shifts from his lips to his hand as he reaches into the cup holder beside him grabbing a black and gold lighter. He brings it to the cigarette, lighting it. Ian takes a long inhale as you continue to stare, admiring his every movement.

Ian lowers the cigarette, his hand resting on his lap as he leans back in his seat. His head tilts back as he exhales.

"Want a hit, honey?" Ian offers out the cigarette to you.

"Um, yeah, thanks." You take the cigarette from him. You fingers brush against his making you all warm again. The cigarette fits nicely between your fingers. Ian watches you intently as you take a drag.

Fuck! You both jump in your seats. A car just honked from behind you, taking both of you by surprise.

"Ian, you either have to drive or pull into a parking space", you scorned, You can't stay camped out beside a pump."

Ian chuckles and his cheeks turn a little pink. You've never seen Ian embarrassed before. What would make the Ian Malcolm embarrassed?

Oh my god. What if it's because he was too busy watching you to remember where he is. You smile to yourself at that thought.

As Ian puts his truck in drive, you glance over at him.

"Sorry, I, uh, got a little distracted there."

"Distracted by what?" You flash Ian a flirty smile and bring the cigarette up to your lips. Ian can't help but to watch you as you inhale.

"Um... you I guess."

A giggle escapes you. "Oh, really?"

Ian starts to drive out of the space. "What can I say? It's hard not to. Now give me that cigarette, sweetheart."

You take one more hit, making it teasingly long before handing him the cigarette. Ian takes it from you hastily. His left hand is on the wheel, and the right is holding the cigarette. He takes another drag as he pulls around behind the gas station.

"What are we doing back here, Dr. Malcolm?" You bat your eyelashes at him innocently.

Ian grips the wheel harder. You watch as his fingers try to crush the leather wheel. "I just want to finish my smoke without having to worry about the road."

"Then go ahead and do that, Dr. Malcolm."

The way Dr. Malcolm rolls of your tongue arises something from within him. He needs you. Soon. Now.

Skillfully, Ian pulls into a parking spot.

"Your truck is so big I would never be able to park it as well as you just did."

Ian puts the truck in park and brings the cigarette to his lips. He takes a nice, long inhale. "You know I, uh, am good at operating big things."

A blush forms on your cheeks. Thank god you're in a dark parking lot.

Ian exhales the smoke slowly. "Experience is one of the good things about my age." He passes you the cigarette.

As you put the tip of the cigarette against your lips, you feel the moist end damped by Ian. A chill runs down your spine, wishing that you could feel his wet lips on you.

After you inhale, you breathe the smoke out through your nose. You turn to Ian. "You know that guy in the gas station thought you were my dad."

"Oh? And what did you tell him?" Ian takes the cigarette from your hand, never looking away from your eyes.

"Well..." you giggle. "I maybe kind of told him you're my daddy."

A chortle vibrates through Ian's chest causing him to cough up the smoke he just inhaled. "Your daddy?"

You shrug. "Yup. I don't know why I did, but I just did." Ian hands you back the cigarette.

His eyes watch you bring the cigarette to your plump lips. He watches your chest fall as you exhale.

"I kind of like that title. Daddy." He says daddy with a growl in his voice causing you to laugh.

"Please never call yourself that again."

"Why not? You gonna do it for me?"

Fuck. There's a mean throbbing between your legs. If only Ian would just touch you already.

You cross your legs together, trying to keep some composure. Your breathing gets a bit heavier which Ian picks up on.

"So you want me to call you, daddy?"

Ian smirks. "Well why not?" He reaches over to your side taking the cigarette from you. His lips meet the tip of the cigarette as he takes one last hit. Ian’s gaze at you is broken as he rolls down the window. He tosses the cigarette butt outside before looking at you again.

He has an intense look in his eyes. Ian examines your face for a few moments before slowly traveling down your body. He then works his way back up to your face. "You're beautiful."

A shy smile forms on your face. "Oh, stop it."

Ian leans in closer to you. "But I mean it, sweetheart."

You lean in closer too, your face only a few inches apart now. "You're only saying that because you want to fuck me."

A mix of a moan and laugh comes out of Ian's mouth. "Maybe. But it's also true." He brings his left hand to your chin, tracing delicate circles.

"Your eyes are pretty too." He leans down and plants a soft kiss on your neck. "And your lips." His lush lips place another kiss, but this time on your jaw. Instinctively, your head tilts to the side giving him more access. Ian gives you another kiss on your neck. And then another.

He kisses back up along your jaw before pulling back to look at you. "Everything about you is gorgeous."

You can't take it anymore. You lean in to kiss him. Your lips heatedly crash together. You wrap your small arms around his big frame. Ian moans as he feels your arms around his body. He grabs your waist tightly. Your tongues tangle together.

Ian breaks the kiss only to start kissing your neck. One of your hands makes its way to the back of his neck, encouraging him to keep his attack on your neck going.

Ian's hot wet kisses travel up to your ear. He takes the lobe and nibbles it before releasing and kissing the spot where he just bit. He speaks in a low, gruff whisper, "Get in the back."

Without thinking you start to move to the backseat. Ian pulls away from you, allowing you to climb over.

As you make your way to the back, your ass is right in front of him. Your dress leaves very little to his imagination.

“God”, Ian mumbles under his breath, feeling his pants grow tighter by the second.

Upon getting in the back, you sit in the left backseat and watch as Ian climbs over. His silver dog tag dangles from his neck. You start to imagine what he would look like with just that dog tag around his neck.

Once he's in the back too, he grabs your waist and starts to kiss you again. You take off Ian's glasses and toss them in the driver's seat. He chuckles against your lips. "Not a fan of my glasses, sweetheart?"

You speak in between kisses. "I can't... really... see your... eyes."

Still kissing, you start to take off his leather jacket. Ian takes his hands off his waist to help you discard it to the floor. He tosses it aside without caring where it lands.

Ian pulls back from your kiss to look at you. Your nude lipstick is smeared and your hair is a bit messy.

He smiles seeing your desperate expression. "Are you going to be a good girl for me?"

You nod, feeling your panties get wetter by the second. "What do you want me to do?"

Ian's cock twitched at your words. "How about you take off my pants for me. Do you think you could do that? For your daddy?"

All you can do is nod breathlessly again. Moving to the floor of the car, you rest on your knees and quickly start working Ian's belt.

After you get his belt undone, you unzip his jeans. Your touch makes him bulge even more.

He watches you. His eyes are filled with desire. Slowly, you begin to lower his pants.

You almost drooled at the sight of him. The moonlight hit his hairy, tanned legs in just the right way.

His pants fall to his ankles. With needy eyes, you look up at him.

Ian is staring down at you breathlessly. "Don't stop, sweetheart."

"Someone's getting desperate", you tease even though you're about to fall apart too.

Ian chuckles and starts to trail his hands down your back. "If you listen to me, you'll get rewarded." You shiver at his words, and grip the waistband of his boxers. "Good girl", he praises.

His happy trail slowly reveals itself as you pull his underwear down. You keep going until they rest at his ankles with his jeans.

God. Ian was big. Bigger than the average guy.

You start to kiss the inside of his thighs which elicits a moan from him. Once you make it to the top, you flick your tongue at his tip.

Ian moans, "Go on, baby. I'm not young like you. I can't wait forever."

You snicker. "I've noticed."

Ian moves his hands up your back to your head. Jesus, his giant hands practically covered your head.

Without wasting anymore time, you wrap your mouth around him.

"Fuck", Ian groans.

You rest your hands on Ian's toned thighs as you start to bob your head. Steadily, you start to take more and more of him.

Ian runs his hands through your hair, making you softly moan. "You're doing so good for me, sweetheart."

He pushes your head gently, signaling to you that he wants you to go deeper. You move down into him all the way. Your nose presses against the dark curls above his cock.

Holding back a gag, you keep going. You’re not going to stop for any reason.

Ian grips your hair a bit harder and leans his head back against the seat. Out of breath, he whispers, "You doing alright?"

Your eyes meet his. "I'm good, daddy." Ian closes his eyes and moans as you call him that.

"Good job, baby." As you continue you look up at Ian through your fluttery lashes, you can tell he's coming closer to release.

"I'm-", Ian moans, "So close."

Your mouth moves faster. Your tongue licking him ruthlessly.

"Please", you whined, I want you to."

Ian moaned and looked down at you. His fingers grab your hair even tighter. Seeing you take him like this, how willing you are is enough to push him over the edge.

Ian's muscles began to clench. His grip on your hair was even harder than before. Warmth rapidly flooded your mouth. The taste of his sticky pleasure made you whine out a moan.

Helping Ian ride out his high, you bobbed your head a few more times before releasing him with a pop. Looking up at Ian, you swallow.

He's breathing heavily, barely able to muster out words. "Sweetheart, can you open the glovebox for me."

You nod and get up off the car floor. You turn around, revealing your ass to Ian as you reach over to the passenger's side to open the glovebox.

As you open the glovebox, Ian starts running his hand along his dick growing hard again quickly.

You dig through the glovebox and find some car manuals, a pack of smokes that looks older than Ian, and some ancient condoms. How long as he had these?

You tear off a condom and hold it back for Ian to look at. "Is this what you want?"

Ian smirks, "Yeah." You toss the condom to him and then retreat back. You sit beside him as he starts to open the package.

Ian's insatiable eyes meet yours. "I want you to come undone. I want you to cum."

His words make you shiver and your eyes flutter shut. God, you needed him.

You open your eyes to watch as Ian starts to put the condom on.

Once he's done he gently grips your waist, guiding you onto his lap so you're straddling him. Ian leans in to kiss you.

Your lips hungrily meet his, wanting more. Needing more.

Ian speaks softly against your lips. "Ride me, baby."

You quietly moan in his mouth after he says that.

"I wanna hear more, sweetheart." You nod and then start to lower your lace panties while Ian hikes your dress up.

His broad hands on your hips start to lift you up. With one hand, you grip his shoulder, and the other falls down to his lap.

Ian leaves rough kisses on your neck as you guide him to you. Your touch is gentle yet needy.

Taking your time, you started to ease him into you. A soft moan falls out of your mouth.

As you sink deeper Ian groans. Your hands grip Ian's shoulders while his dig into your hips.

Finally, you sink all the way down on his length causing both of you to moan.

"You good?"

"Yeah."

"I want you to go slow, okay?"

You roll your hips into his, letting out a small moan. "But why?"

"Have you never heard the saying slow and steady wins the race?"

You roll your eyes. Of course he answers with some shit like that.

"Please, Ian", you whined. You roll your hips again and squeeze your eyes shut. "Ian", you muttered breathlessly.

"Oh, fuck it." Ian starts to move your hips against him. You immediately match his pace.

His hips buck up into you causing you to moan. Your tight pussy holds him in as you continue to grind against him.

You go faster, taking more control. Ian's hands wander to your sides. He cups your breasts through your dress. Ian squeezes you and then moves his hands to your lower back as you continue to rock your hips back and forth over him.

"You're doing so good, sweetheart." Another moan falls from your lips.

Ian leans in and nibbles your neck. "I'm not too big, am I? You can take it?"

"Mhm. Perfect." Your motions start to get more desperate.

Ian grips your hips again, helping you move. He lifts his hips up so he can fuck up into you, creating more friction. "So good", you whined.

Ian keeps one hand on your hip and brings the other up to your mouth. His thumb brushes against your bottom lip. Your lips part and his thumb is greeted by your soft lips wrapping around. His thumb sinks inside your mouth. Your tongue darts out to lick him.

After a few moments of you sucking his sensitive thumb, Ian retract his hand and grips your hips again.

Your hips bang against his. Short, ragged breaths leave you.

Ian's panting as he continues to help you move. You start to dig your fingers into his shoulders.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?" You moan at Ian's words and nod, too far gone to form words.

He smiles and shakes his head. "That's not an answer sweetheart."

"Y-yes! Fuck."

"That's my good girl."

You couldn't hold off any longer. With a few more movements you started to let go. Your muscles felt weak as you gave in to the waves of heat crashing through your body.

Seeing you come undone makes Ian let out a deep groan, making you do the same. He thrusts up into you to help you ride out your release. Still holding onto his shoulders desperately, you lean your head down resting it on his right shoulder. Both of you were breathless and coated with sweat.

Ian rubs your lower back. "Do you think you can take some more?"

You lift your head up from his shoulder and nod. Ian leans in and kisses your neck. "My good girl."

He lifts you up, his still hard cock falls out of you leaving you with an empty feeling.

Ian places you on the seat beside him so you're turned away from him. Your knees are bent and you place your hands on the window.

You feel Ian's hot breath beside your ear as he whispers, "You ready?"

"Yes."

Ian starts to position himself behind you. "Yes what?"

You look over your shoulder with a small smirk. "Yes, daddy."

Ian groans and then plunges into you. A moan spills from your lips.

Thrusting deep inside you, he mumbles, "You're so good."

Ian places one hand on your hip and the other on your stomach. He could feel himself from inside of you which only made his craving for you more intense. Moving faster, he groans.

Ian slowly slides your hand down from your stomach. He starts to toy at your clit which makes you arch your back into his touch.

A loud moan comes out of Ian at the sight of you before him. He works his hips faster.

"Fuck", Ian moaned. He could feel you pulsing around him which only furthered his need.

Still moving fast inside you, Ian kept rubbing his fingers against you furiously.

"I'm not gonna last much longer, sweetheart."

You could feel your second orgasm coming too.

"Please, Ian", you whine desperately, "Don't stop."

"I wasn't planning on it, honey."

His truck is filled with the sound of your moans. Your hands press against the window so hard it feels as if you're going to break the glass.

"Almost there", you plead.

Ian nods from behind you as he keeps grinding up into you. His fingers keep working your clit.

"Need you, daddy."

"Baby, I'm gonna-", he lets out a long, deep moan.

Ian's moan triggers one out of you. He presses up deep inside of you as he moans your name. Waves of ecstasy roll over you both. Ian's truck is stuffy and blazing, but neither of you cared. The only thing on both of your minds is the overwhelming ecstasy coursing through your bodies.

Still short of breath, Ian starts to retract himself from behind you. You cherish the feeling of every movement as he pulled out of you.

Wiping sweat away from your forehead, you sat back against a seat and pulled your underwear back on.

From the corner of your eyes, you watched as Ian slid the condom off. It was full of his sticky, sweet cum.

Ian starts to roll down a window.

Oh my god, he's so gross. "Please tell me that you're not just going to throw that out on the street."

Ian turns to you with a sly smile. "Why not?"

"Because someone else is going to have to clean that up, Malcolm. Or animals will find it. Plus, it's just discourteous."

"We're back to Malcolm I see." He keeps smiling at you, finding your pout of disapproval insanely cute. "Fine. You win. I'll throw it out."

You smile proudly. "Good."

Ian rolls his eyes, but there's still a smile on his face. He reaches to the front seat and grabs his glasses, sliding the dark frames back on his face. With his free hand, he pulls up his boxers and jeans. "I'm going to need you to do the belt for me, sweetheart."

"Because you're so helpless", you tease. Nonetheless, you grab his belt off of the car floor.

"Hey, would you rather hold this used up condom so I can do it?"

You scoff at his question as you begin to loops his belt through his jeans. Ordinarily the thought of touching a used condom after you've been with someone would make you gag, but with Ian you wouldn't mind it.

You finish putting his belt back on. "There."

He smiles in an annoyingly cute way. "Thank you, Miss Chaology."

You roll your eyes at that stupid nickname, but then you feel a soft peck on your cheek causing you to melt.

"Be right back." Ian winks at you before turning around and opening the car door. You watch as he leaves his truck to dispose of the condom.

Once he's out of sight you climb back to the front, settling in the passenger seat.

After a minute Ian returns. He sits down in the driver's seat with an embarrassed look on his face.

You giggle. "What's that face for?"

"Uh, well...", he clears his throat, "The trash was right outside the convenience store. That guy, the one who you, uh, told I was your dad saw me as I threw it out."

You burst out laughing, and Ian can't help but to chuckle as you do so. "Okay, to be fair I didn't say that you were my dad. Just that you were kind of my daddy."

Ian scoffs, smiling. "How's that any different?"

"Oh, there's a huge difference between dad and daddy."

"Enlighten me then." Ian starts putting his seatbelt on, so you do the same.

"Dad is like your father, but daddy is...", a seductive smile tugs at the corner of your lips. "Daddy is daddy."

Ian scoffs and starts to drive out of the gas station parking lot. "That's such a great explanation, I totally get it now", he says, his voice clearly laced with sarcasm. You reach over and lightly hit his arm.

"Stop being so annoying, Malcolm."

Ian sighs dramatically. "You really hurt me, baby."

You fight back a smile as Ian calls you baby. "Sorry, but you deserved it." Your arms cross against your chest.

"Are you going to kiss it? Help it feel better?"

"You're such a baby." You roll your eyes and reach for his arm. Your delicate fingers wrap not even halfway around his forearm.

Lifting his arm to your lips, you give him a few soft kisses.

Ian smiles. "So much better, sweetheart. Thanks."

"Uh huh."

"Don't get sassy with me, I might just have to punish you." Ian flashes you a playful look.

"Eyes on the road, dumbass."

Ian lets out a laugh. "Fine. I wouldn't want to get us in a crash." Approaching a red light, Ian looks down at your hand still squeezing his arm. "You gonna give me my arm back?"

You glance down at your hand. "Oh, sorry. I didn't even realize."

You start pulling your hand away, a bit embarrassed, but then Ian suddenly grabs your hand just as it's over your thigh. Your fingers interlace.

His hand is twice the size of yours. Your gaze shifts from your intertwined hands to Ian's face. He gives you a playful wink before returning his attention to the road.

Your hands rest on your lap as Ian keeps driving. "Do you still want to go back to my loft do you want me to take you home?"

Truthfully, you really want to go back to Ian's place. To see where he lives. To still be with him. But what if he's asking you about going back home because he's done with you? Like you're just a fuck and that's all.

"Sweetheart?"

"Huh?" You look over at him. "Sorry, I was just thinking. Umm... how close are we to your place? I wouldn't want you to drive too far back to mine."

Ian's heart drops, not wanting you to go home. He rubs his thumb against your hand. "I can take you if that's what you want."

"I just don't want to bother you. I'm not sure if you taking me home will cause more work for you or me going over to your place."

An affectionate smile forms on Ian's face. "I'll do whatever you want. But you just coming over to my place would just be easier considering we're less than five minutes away."

You nod. "Okay." Ian smiles to himself at your response.

As Ian keeps driving, your fingers stay locked with his. Occasionally he traces his thumb along yours which makes you feel at peace. You haven't felt this safe, this cared for in a long time.

Oh my god. Am I starting to fall for Ian?

It was just a crush at first. Mainly just this unexplainable attraction. For months it's been that way. He would get under your skin like no one else could.

Yet you still wanted him. You desired his touch. His attention. His heart. Him.

You look down at your lap. His hand intertwined with yours just felt right. His touch and presence so comforting to you. Perfect.

The rest of the drive back to Ian's place is silent with just the radio playing quietly. His grip on you never loosens. And all your thoughts are of him. Ian Malcolm.

“Thirsty?”

“Yeah, sure. Thanks, Ian.”

As Ian walks over to the fridge you keep examining his loft. It’s fairly open and he has a handful of plants scattered about. For the most part it’s monochrome with black, grey, and white appliances and furniture, but there are a few accents of dark wood and navy blue.

“What do you want to drink, sweetheart?”

“Hm?” You jerk your head to look at him. “Umm, just water’s fine.”

Ian chuckles. “Sure thing.” He grabs a glass from a cabinet and then walks back over to the fridge. “Do you approve of my loft?”

You walk over towards Ian. “Do you want my approval?”

A small chuckle leaves his lips. “I don’t need it… but it would be nice.” Ian adds some ice to the glass followed by some water.

“Then in that case, yes. I like it.”

Ian walks over to you and hands you the glass of water.

“Here, honey.”

You take the glass from him, your hands brushing briefly. Ian is so much bigger than you. He has to be almost a foot taller compared to you.

You take a sip of the water. The cool liquid feels nice as it runs down your throat.

“Now that you have your water, do you want to go upstairs?”

You nod and Ian takes your free hand. He starts to guide you to his room. When you reach the bottom of the stairs he stops.

“Ladies first.”

You smile and then begin walking up the stairs as Ian follows behind you. He rests one of his hands on the small of your back which makes you smile.

Once you guys make it upstairs, you immediately start to look around at his bedroom. Damn, his bed must be at least a king. The sheets are grey with dark green pillows. He has a couple plants up here too.

Ian chuckles, “Impressed or something?”

You turn around to face him. “Eh. Your bed is huge though.”

“What can I say? It’s, uh, a priority.”

You giggle, bringing a hand to cover your mouth as you do so.

Ian steps towards you and grabs your wrist. He slowly lowers your hand.

“Let me see that smile.”

You can’t help but to smile again. You start to look down, but Ian’s other hand grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“You’re just going to make me keep giggling.”

A proud smile grows on Ian’s face. “So? That’s a beautiful sight.”

You giggle. “Ugh, Malcolm!”

Ian chuckles. “That’s my good girl.”

Even though he’s only called you that a couple times, it hasn't failed at making you blush.

You titter. “Jesus, now I need to take a cold shower.”

“Well I don’t know about a cold shower, but I can do a hot one.”

You fight back more giggles, but fail to do so. Ian joins in on your laughter.

“C’mon, sweetheart.” Ian leads you to his bathroom, still holding onto your wrist.

His bathroom is small but still nice. The shower door is glass and the rest of the walls in the shower are a creme colored tile.

Ian walks over to a cabinet and pulls out a clean towel.

“Here ya go.”

“Thanks.” You take the towel from him.

“I can, uh, leave and wait for you if you want.”

You smile and look down at the ground. His consideration makes you feel all warm inside.

Your eyes meet his. “It’s up to you.”

“I, uh, don’t want to impose or make you uncomfortable.”

You chuckle, hoping to reassure him. “Ian, I literally came home with you. You already were inside of me. I don’t mind if you want to shower with me. Okay?”

A soft smile appears on his face. “Okay then.”

You turn around and walk to the shower. Ian follows behind you like a lost poppy dog even though this is his bathroom. You’ve never seen this soft, infatuated side of Ian before.

All of a sudden, the shower door swings open. You look over your shoulder and see Ian with the handle in his grasp. He then turns the shower knob, allowing the water to start to warm up.

You sling the towel he gave you on the rack beside the shower. There’s already a towel there. Ian’s. You can tell he’s already used it a couple times.

Unexpectedly, you feel hands grabbing your hips from behind you. Ian presses his front to your back. He leans down and starts pressing kisses to the side of your neck.

“You know I can’t shower if you won’t let me go.”

“But I don’t want to”, Ian playfully whines.

You giggle, the sound music to his ears.

“I’ll play nice just for you", he coos.

Still kissing your neck, Ian steps back just enough to unzip your dress. You shiver under his touch causing him to smile.

After Ian finishes unzipping your dress he gently grabs your arms, lifting them. He pulls your dress over your head leaving you in just your bra and underwear.

Ian already saw your underwear earlier this evening, but this was his first time seeing your bra. Even though your back is to him, he could tell your bra and panties were a matching lace set. It turned him on.

Ian started to unhook your bra, admiring what he could see as he does. He then discards it onto the bathroom floor.

Ian’s hands slide down to your waist again. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of your underwear. Taking his time, Ian starts to lower them.

He practically drools as your rear is revealed to him. Keeping a slow pace, your panties eventually reach your ankles. You step out of them and start to turn around.

A small hum of approval leaves Ian. The only sound in the room beside both of your breaths is the shower.

Ian keeps staring at you, saying nothing as he does. You slap his chest lightly.

“Stop staring, loser.”

Ian laughs. “But you’re just so gorgeous.”

“Oh, shut up.”

Ian leans down closer to your face. “Make me.”

“I would, but a shower is calling my name.” You smile and step in, closing the glass door behind you.

Ian scrambles to undress himself. He shrugs off his leather jacket as he starts pulling his pants down. His jeans and boxers hit the floor in a matter of seconds. Then he quickly pulls off his shirt leaving him completely bare.

Ian swings the shower door open and steps inside.

You’re in the warm shower spray when he enters. Your eyes meet his.

Ian’s cheeks were florid. It was from a combination of stripping like he was in a race and looking at your naked body. You can’t help but to giggle at him.

Ian only blushes more. “Are you just going to keep laughing at me?”

Your laughter subsides, but your smile never leaves. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Ian walks closer to you.

When you were in his truck it was dark and he wasn’t even fully undressed. Now you could see him clearly. All of him.

Once Ian is close enough to you, he grabs your waist pulling you to him. Your hands find his sides as you both stand under the water spray.

You glance up at his face. His curls begin to flatten out as the water pours down. You watch the water run down from his hair, to his neck, down to his chest.

“Now you’re the one staring.”

You roll your eyes with a smile present. “You’re so annoying, Malcolm.”

“Maybe. But I’m other things too.”

“Like what?” You raise your eyebrows playfully.

Ian starts to back you into the shower wall. “Let’s see… I, uh, I’m smart.”

Biting your lip, you hold back a laugh.

“I’m charming.”

Your voice is laced with sarcasm, “Oh, yeah, you’re a modern day Prince Charming for sure.”

“I have you here in my shower so don’t go doubting my abilities, sweetheart.”

Ian stops moving as soon as you hit the back of the wall. He licks his lips hungrily.

“What am I going to do with you?”

“What? You want me to give you options?” You sigh dramatically. “Well for one you could kiss-”

With no warning Ian lifts you up against the cool shower wall. His hands grip your ass to support you. Your legs and arms instinctively wrap around him.

“Or you could do this.” His lips crash into yours. “Mm, this works.”

The kiss is sloppy, but neither of you care. Your hands start rubbing the back of Ian’s neck causing him to moan.

“Do want me to get out and get a condom?”

“I’m okay without it. I’m on the pill if you knocking me up is your main concern.” You start kissing the soft supple skin of Ian’s neck.

He nods. Without waiting another second, he starts to slide into you.

A sweet moan leaves your lips as you feel him opening you. You start to attack Ian’s neck with kisses which makes him groan.

“You doing good, sweetheart?”

You nod and moan again as Ian pushes in deeper. “So good", you whisper.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Encouraged by your words, Ian sinks his whole length in you. He can feel your pulsing walls surrounding him.

“You want more, honey?”

“Mhm.”

“Use your words for me, baby.” Ian thrusts up into you, still holding you against the shower wall.

“God! Yes. Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please, daddy. I want- need to feel you.”

Ian steadily starts moving his hips. “Good girl.”

Your breathing grows more ragged. Ian’s does too.

You start to run your hands through his hair as he fucks you up against the shower wall. The already hot and steamy room starts to feel like it’s boiling as you two continue.

Your hips grind against his, trying to match his movements. Ian’s big hands holding up your ass begin to squeeze the soft flesh.

Ian moans your name and mutters a needy fuck.

He keeps the pace steady despite him knowing you want more.

Ian nuzzles into your neck, kissing his way up to your ear. “I want you to finish first. Do you think you can do that?”

Breathless, you mutter, “Yeah.”

“Good.”

Ian starts to move his hips faster. His big cock weaves in and out of your wet pussy. Your moans start to get more frequent.

“Please, Ian.”

He leans in to kiss you, moaning against your lips.

“I got you, baby.”

His words only fuel your passion. You arch your back into him. Your fingernails dig into the back of his neck as you feel yourself getting closer.

With only a few more thrusts from Ian you come undone. Your eyes close shut and your head gets dizzy.

Riding out your high, Ian grinds up into you even faster. You let out a final moan which sends Ian over the edge.

A warm feeling tingles your insides as he paints your walls white.

Still breathing heavily, Ian presses a few soft kisses against your lips. He starts to lower you back down with his hands gripping your waist. As your feet hit the ground you can tell your muscles are a bit weak. Ian's hands are still secured around your waist to make sure you’re steady enough to stand on your own.

Ian leaves one hand on your hip and rubs your lower back with the other. “Are you good, baby?”

You look up at Ian. “Yeah.”

Seemingly out of nowhere you yawn, bringing your hands to cover your mouth as you do.

Ian softly chuckles. “Are you tired?”

“I guess so. I didn’t realize it until now.”

“I’d be kicking myself if I didn’t wear you out.”

Even though you’re spent, you still manage to laugh.

Ian takes smiles happily knowing he can keep making you laugh even when you're exhausted, and that he’s the reason why you’re so tired.

“Let’s wash up so we can get out and get you in bed.”

You cross your arms which Ian only finds cute. You debate if you should protest him. It's totally possible for you to stay up longer. To still be with him.

It's already been a long night though and you don't have the energy to fight Ian. “Fine", you murmur.

Ian smiles and turns around. He grabs the soap and squirts a few pumps of body wash in his hands. Ian starts to rub it along your body. His touch is gentle and caring. You almost wish he was tracing your skin with some hint of relentless greed.

It would make it easier to hate him when this was all over. There's no way you guys could even last. Ian was still your teacher after all. He probably just thinks of you as a sweet, young body to use. To please him.

After Ian finishes lathering your body in soap, he guides you into the shower spray, letting it rinse off.

He pumps more body wash into his hands and starts to wash himself. As he works the soap onto his arms you squirt some body wash into your hands.

Ian looks down at you and you look up at him. You give him a soft smile before moving your gaze to his chest. In no hurry, you start to rub the soap onto his chest. After you finish with his torso, you move to do the rest of his body, taking as much time and precision as he did with you. You love the intimacy of this moment, but it also pains you knowing that it won't last.

Once you’re born clean and rinsed, Ian turns off the shower water. He opens the shower door and hands you your towel. You wrap it around yourself and nod to him as a thank you. He smiles before wrapping his own towel around his waist.

As you both dry off, you do so in silence. Occasionally you steal glances at each other. A few times you even giggle. Ian even lets you use his comb to brush out your hair.

Reaching underneath a cabinet, he pulls out a spare toothbrush and hands it to you. The packaging looks old. There are even a few water stains. He must’ve had this for a while.

“Thanks for the toothbrush.”

Ian kisses the top of your head. “You don’t need to thank me, sweetheart.”

“I might not need to, but I will anyways.”

Ian shakes his head as he smiles to himself. He hands you some toothpaste and pulls out his own toothbrush. While you brush your teeth he does the same.

There’s something soothing about the domesticity of your actions, but it also leaves you feeling vulnerable. This isn’t something you would normally do with someone you just hooked up with. Is this something Ian's done before with girls he's brought back home to have sex with?

After you both finishing brushing your teeth, you follow Ian as he heads out of the bathroom to his bedroom. He walks over to his dresser while you lean against a bed post.

“Umm…” Ian scratches his chin as he thinks. “It might be weird, but I have some of one of my wives’ old clothes tucked away in a box.”

Ian pulls out a pair of boxers and a pair of pajama pants for himself. “It’s actually not even clothes she’s worn. I was going to give them to her for her birthday, but we separated before then. I just never got rid of them.”

Your heart pangs slightly. It’s not so much Ian being with another woman- you already knew he’s been married a few times, but rather how he couldn’t bear to part with it. Clearly, he put together this nice gift for the woman he loved but never ended up being able to give it to her. You couldn’t help wondering why they even divorced in the first place.

“That’s fine.”

“Are you sure? I can probably find-”

You grab his arm gently. “It’s fine.”

Ian nods. He throws on the boxers and pajama pants he pulled out a few moments ago. You watch as he then pulls a small box out from under his bed. He places it at the foot of the bed and opens it. Ian starts to sort through it.

There’s only a few items. It’s mainly underwear, but there are a couple bras, and a pair of spandex.

Ian scratches his head, a little embarrassed. “You can choose what you want, but I’ll grab you one of my shirts you can use. I doubt you’ll want to sleep in a sexy bra.”

You let out a little laugh. “You’re correct.”

As Ian moves back to his dresser to find you a shirt, you pull out a pair of underwear and that pair of spandex shorts.

The panties you chose are baby pink with a boy short cut. You slip them on and then the black spandex.

Ian walks over to you, tossing you one of his shirts.

“It’ll probably be big on you, but it’s what I have.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

While you put his shirt on, Ian puts the box of clothes, well, more like lingerie, back under his bed.

His shirt smells like him, but more fresh and even a little woodsy. You loved it.

His shirt engulfs your small body. It makes you feel safe. Warm. Protected.

Ian starts walking towards his bed. You watch him as he plops down. He’s lying on his back with his hands behind his head. You sit on the edge of the bed, not wanting to bother Ian.

“Come here, sweetheart, I need to tell you something.”

You smile and walk over to the top of the bed where Ian’s resting. You playfully point your finger at him. “It better be something good, Malcolm.”

“Oh, it is.”

You squeal, taken by surprise, as Ian grabs your wrist, suddenly pulling you down on the bed to join him. He begins to plant soft kisses along your neck and cheeks.

You muster out words in between giggles, “Ian!” His hands move to your waist. “This isn’t you telling me something you dumbass!”

Ian laughs against your skin. “I was going to say…” Ian’s lips press against yours. You melt into his touch until he pulls back. “I was going to say that I love kissing you.” Ian brushes some hair out of your face, tucking your soft strands behind your ear.

You bury your face in Ian’s shoulder. “Stop it, Malcolm!”

Ian starts tracing your back with his fingers. “Are you blushing?”

Your voice is muffled against Ian’s shoulder. “You annoy the shit out of me. You know that?”

“Maybe. But, uh, it’s a good kind of annoyance, right?”

You smile which Ian can feel. He smiles too.

Rolling over, you unhide your face and lay on your side. Ian shifts off his back so he's on his side too.

He traces his fingers against your arm. Ian's touch is so soothing. So gentle. Loving even. You wish that you could always stay like this.

Ian speaks softly, his voice calming. “You can go to sleep if you want, sweetheart.”

You sigh. “Sorry.”

A puzzled look forms on Ian’s face. “For what?”

“I don’t know… just for staying here. I mean you drove me here, I took a shower in your bathroom, and now I’m in your bed and I just feel like-”

Ian presses his pointer finger against your lips. He’s smiling softly. “Stop talking and just go to sleep. There’s nothing to be sorry about. You got that… Miss Chaology?”

You roll your eyes with a grin. “Yeah, yeah, okay.”

Reaching down, you pull the covers up. Ian helps you and makes sure they’re over you both.

With Ian still tracing your arm you close your eyes.

“Good girl, baby”, he softly whispers.

God, you could feel your heart melting at his words. His soft lips press against your temple before he lays back on a pillow.

Ian’s arm that’s not tracing yours wraps around you protectively. The embrace is loose as he doesn’t want to be too pushy if you don’t want it. But you do.

Scooting closer to him and curling up under the covers, Ian now holds you tightly. He brings a hand up to cradle your head.

The smallest tear rolls down your cheek. Luckily, that side of your face is buried in Ian's mattress.

You haven't like this in a long time. Loved.

As you drift off, all your thoughts are of the man holding you. His stupidly perfect smile. His tall build. His dark curls. How he touches you so lovingly…

Able to tell that you’ve succumbed to sleep, Ian untangles one arm from you so he can turn off the lamp on his nightstand. With the room now dark, he puts his arm right back around you. It’s impossible for Ian not to admire you, even in the darkness. He presses a warm kiss to the top of your head before resting his own on top of yours.

Fairly quickly, Ian falls asleep too. Your presence is just as comforting for him as his is to you. The only sounds in the room are the soft hum of the AC and the breathing of you both.

If only this feeling could last forever. If only you two could last forever.

Guys I’m making another fic soon for ri-an as well as kang-ha so be on the lookout for those.