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Feast For A Day- Joseph Turner x OC

Will contain Smut.

Requested by Android_RK800

So, this will be an apology update. Since I wasn't active for almost a month. This is all I have to say: Requests are still open.

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I checked about what the commotion is all about. People were packed outside. I didn't listen to announcement clearly. All we know that the soldiers are coming back from war.

The sad part is that Alaina Carson and Wisdom Churchill are wounded. I didn't know what kind of campaign was that.

My sister was right with one thing, the Carsons are secretive. They hide secrets discreetly.

My sister, Ellena Mercury woke me up from my thinking with the nudge of her elbow.

"You excited," she asked.

"For what,"

I don't really know what to be excited. She made me more puzzled.

She rolled her eyes. "The return of the soldiers. You didn't listen to the announcement?"

I couldn't find any explanation to fit to the situation. My mind was lost in concentration. Rather, the face of Joseph Turner printed in my mind.

I couldn't wait to hug him or welcome him back. I feel butterflies every time I am thinking of him. Yeah, you guess it, I like him. He is my crush and always will be.

"I did," I lied.

"C'mon, Isabel, I know you're thinking about him," she grinned.

"No, I'm not," I argued.

An argument almost sparked, but the soldiers arrived. When I looked beside me, my sister was gone. I was about to find her, but I found her talking with him.

She tricked me. Now, I stood here like an idiot. I am so dead later in the feast. The Carsons declared a feast for the soldiers.

God bless me and Joseph later.

*****

The festivities were alive. Expensive food and decorations. The schedule was in the right timing. It synced in with the graduation of my sister.

People were dancing, drinking, eating, and chatting. I am here waiting for the celebration to end. My wait was over when a hand reached out to me in invitation.

It was him.

"A woman shouldn't be lonely during this time," he said. "Wanna dance?"

The thought of dancing ashamed me. I am not a skillful dancer. He could see the doubt in my eyes and body.

"Isabel, I don't know how to dance too," he reassured.

That was enough to go dance with him. As we reached the dance floor, he put one of his hand on my lower back as I held his remaining hand. The closeness of our bodies made me have a problem down in my area.

We swayed for minutes at the dance floor with the other dancers. Gosh, this was so awkward. I had a feeling Ellena was giggling behind my back.

After this, she is so dead to me.

"Can I stay for a night in your room," he spoke up.

I nodded.

Opportunity given to me. I would stay with him for a night. It was better than watching a movie or having the best dream.

The both of us left the dance floor and went to the exit of the building. We moved to the apartment assigned to me. All along the travel, we giggled and I had to help him up.

I unlocked the door of my apartment and opened it. He pushed me inside the room and pinned me against the wall.

"Joseph, what are you-"

"Shhh, darling, I know you want me," he smirked.

It was true, but I was more concerned about his health. That's what friends are for.

"Joseph, you're drunk and you're tired," I explained.

"I'm not," he argued.

The hint of wine mixed with the oxygen all around me stated the opposite. He drank a lot in the party.

He let me go, but denied my escape. He suddenly pinned me on the bed. I squeaked in surprise.

"Joseph, please-"

"Isabel, am I irresistible?" he asked, ignoring my plea.

I nodded

"Then, prove to me that I am irresistible." He said, before kissing my neck.

My neck dealt with kisses while his hands smoothed their way to my thighs. It was heading to my area.

Gosh, it's getting wet. My body is having temptations.

I gave in and kissed him passionately. He is indeed irresistible. Now, this moment is mine and mine alone.

He finally got me and slid my panties down. A finger inserted in me. The pleasure was almost there if he could add more.

I lifted my hips, begging for more. He granted my wish and added a few more. My moans slid out of my mouth. The pleasure was there, but I wanted him in me.

"Joseph, stop teasing me," I complained.

"I missed teasing you," he purred.

"I told you, I'm irresistible." He said, showing my wet panties.

I blushed at the sight of it. I couldn't deny the fact, he is precious. The way he teased me with his fingers.

I just wanted him to ram into me senseless.

He painted hickeys in my neck. Those compliments he gave made me blush.  Teasing is still in point. He pulled away from me, my body burning desperate.

Gosh, he was stripping right in front of me. I couldn't stop squirming in excitement and my area couldn't stop spilling my wet fluid.

When he revealed his member, my eyes are locked on his big one. Gosh, I didn't realize he was that big. He was about to insert himself to me when he stop in the middle of it.

Confusion struck you all of a sudden.

"Say my name." He purred, kneading your boobs.

"Joseph," I panted.

"Louder, I can't here you, doll,"

"Joseph," I said it again, but louder.

He smirked and entered me. He gave me time to adjust to his size. He rammed into me and all the sweat rained down. Pleasure was plastered on our faces.

"Joseph, I-I'm close," I panted out.

After a few thrusts, the both of us released. We laid back on the bed. I snuggled up and hugged him. Both of us started catching our breaths.

"I love you, Isabella," he said.

"I love you, too, Joseph," I smiled. "You shouldn't go back,"

"I can't dodge the draft," he sighed.

I scoffed. "Stupid draft."

I pouted like a little child. Well, at least he found that cute.

"I have decided," he declared.

I hoped that he wouldn't leave for England and dodge the order. I prayed silently for a miracle. It wasn't that bad. Right?

"I will go to England and fight the war," he said finally.

Well, that's his decision.

*****

It takes so long to publish. Scrap, it's hard to write in First P.O.V.. I am now used to the "you", not "I". So, sorry for the delay.

My mind is full of oneshot or "x reader", not a proper novel or fiction.

Anyways, hope you enjoy. Peace out, my dear readers.

-Erma

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