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January 1 - January 7, 2024
“I chose to respect your decision and stay away from you. I didn’t want to complicate things for you. And after you chose to keep things platonic between us, I’ve been trying to deal with the fact that this is gonna be our norm.”
“Aren’t I, though? I’m the one who ended things. I’m the one who’s regretting it. I’m the one who’s suffering.”
“I’m not ‘super cool’ with just being friends, Faye. I fucking hate being your friend. You have no idea how hard it’s been for me to control myself around you—how hard it’s been not to jack off to the thought of you. Just the other night, I had a boner the size of Texas because you weren’t wearing any pants.”
“You don’t want this,” I whisper. “I don’t remember what it feels like to not want this.”
One minute, I’m in control of my body. And the next, my lips are attacking his, the taste of him transporting me back to the hotel room.
smut smut smut
“Is this what you want, Princess? For me to eat you out right here, where anyone can walk in and catch us?”
“You like the idea of being watched, don’t you? You’re a fucking whore for it.”
“Be a good girl,” he growls, taking a single finger and tracing my clit. “Use your words.”
You’ve been such a good girl, Princess. How about I give you something bigger to work with?”
“Only if you consent, Faye.”
“We’ll make it fit,” he replies. “You set the pace.”
Leap. He’ll catch you. You know he will.
I want his hands to be the ones I remember on my body.
I petrify, my mental and physical brakes engaging. In the moment, I forget that I’m with Kit. I’m transported back to that grungy hotel mattress, waiting for the pain to seize me.
“Hey, hey. We don’t have to go any farther,” Kit whispers, rearing back from me to give me space.
“Are you sure? I don’t want this to be stressful for you.”
He’s going to be with you every step of the way. You deserve this. You deserve to feel safe in your own body. And you’ve wanted this for so long. You’ve wanted him.
“Which position, Princess?”
pleading to whichever gods are listening right now that I don’t die from the size of him.
this some ao3 level sentence
“Tell me what you need,” he purrs. “Gentle.” “I’ve got you,”
“Are you okay?”
He was made for me. Like I was the one who existed before him.
“I want you to have your way with me, Kit. I don’t want to be able to walk tomorrow. I want you to fuck me senseless, punish me for all the times I’ve had a smart mouth, indulge in every fantasy you’ve ever had.”
“Turn around. Bite the headboard,”
“I don’t scream.”
“You will when I’m inside of you.”
We’re a conglomeration of love bites, longing, and lost souls, a mixture of components that shouldn’t work but do.
Kit Langley has a roadmap to my heart, has marked the pitstops and calculated the time it’ll take to get to my very center, to burst through every DO NOT ENTER sign warning wandering vagrants.
Since I don’t have an IUD, I think of the next best thing, because no way in hell am I putting my future in the hands of a tiny little pill.
“Come on my face,” I say.
“Kit, I’ve never been surer of anything.”
It’s mine, right here and now, in the present, and maybe in every parallel universe.
Roughness isn’t always a bad thing, not when it’s consensual between both parties.
A shirtless Kit is an Avengers-level threat for women everywhere.
“It’s been so long since either of us had a girl’s day! I just need a break from the testosterone, you know?”
Living with six guys is not for the faint of heart. An overflow of unwashed dishes, underwear in places underwear should not be, sometimes pee on the toilet seat—which is weird since I thought hockey players were supposed to have good aim.
“You’re going to ruin me,” he whispers, barely loud enough for me to hear.
“Yesterday was a mistake,” he whispers.
you better fucking take that back asshole
Yesterday. Was. A. Mistake. Sex was a mistake. I was a mistake.
I keep convincing myself that I’m getting better by the day, acknowledging that I’m in control of my trauma, yet here I am, back at square one.
oh my god i want to hug you so bad you poor girl
“I should’ve never kissed you.”
die. die. die.
The hotel. He regrets everything. Everything.
NOOO
“Nothing. I just think we should nip this in the bud before it becomes anything serious.”
i hope your pillow is warm on both side and that you stub your toe on every table for the rest of your life
“You’ve led me on this whole time. Do you realize how messed up that is?”
im going to kill this asshole
“I don’t know what’s going on with you, but I know this isn’t what you want. We’re in a good place, Kit. Why do you want to ruin that?”
im going to kill this man for hurting you
“This was never going to work.”
DIE
“So everything you’ve said to me has just been a lie, then? How much you care about me?”
oh my god dont make me sob
He knows how badly I’ve been hurt, yet he has the audacity to say this to me?
YEAH GET HIM
The one person who broke down my walls and helped me heal from my past is now leaving me with more scars than my rapist.
“I didn’t want to hurt your feelings” is the pathetic response Kit gives me.
pathetic parhetic man
