Serendipity (18+) || pjm ||

Epilogue - Accidents

WARNING: Contains sexual content

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About five years has passed since I first met Erin. And as bodyguards surround me on the way back from another meet and greet, I smiled at how little has changed. Well, not exactly little. After all, I do plan on asking Erin to marry me tonight right after the concert, in the backstage as the fireworks exploded in the background. So that counts as something different, right?

But what I meant was, here I am, five years later, just getting back from the meet and greet with the fans. It was the same photo op activity hours before the concert. I may not be as big of a star as I was before I went to the military, but still, I can't help but look back to that day when we first kissed by accident in the tent. I mean, really, who asks for a kiss like that?

The bodyguards opened the door to the backstage for me and let me through. They surrounded me, guys who looked as though they ate weights for dinner. I thanked them for their help as I went in. I have big respect for bodyguards. It's not something to risk your life for another person. I owe them a lot. Don't get me wrong though, I owe a lot of people a lot of things, but I just feel very strongly for my bodyguards. Especially now that I'm also protecting another life.

Staff began to swarm me, getting me ready for the concert. I have two hours to get ready and my stylists, and hair and makeup artists were itching to get started on me. However, all that thinking back to my past sent heat throughout my body. The same heat I felt after our first kiss, when I realized that I have to see Erin again. I know there were many things that we need to get ready for, but what I have in mind won't take more than five minutes. I know she's just as turned on as I was at concerts.

"Erin!" I called out as I spied her pass down a hall carrying some boxes. Excusing myself from the staff around me, I ran after her. "Five minutes," I called out to them. They shrugged their shoulders. They were used to me asking for five minutes of alone time before any event. Before, I just sit by myself in my dressing room, getting mentally prepared. But when Erin joined the company as one of the staff (something to which I'm still against because I know she's meant to be more than just a staff), those five minutes turned to something else. I think some people know, but hey, they also know our history so F off.

I caught up to her and grabbed her hand. Without stopping, I pulled her along. She gave a yelp of surprise, but she came willingly enough as we made our way to my dressing room. Thankfully, it was empty. I pulled her inside and locked the door behind us. Then, I led her as far away from the door as possible and pinned her up against the wall. She was giggling.

"What are you so excited about?" she asked, putting on a poker face. "Did you see another hottie during the photo op and you're itching to put your fantasies into reality?"

I grinned before I kissed her. "No, but I kept on thinking about the hottie I kissed in the tent five years ago," I whispered as pulled down her pants and grabbed her pussy. "Five minutes," I whispered again.

"Hang on," Erin answered back, biting my lower lip. Her hands were on my groin, running over my erection. I was wearing leather and I bit her back. "You know how turned on I get when you're in leather."

"Naughty girl." She finally undid my fly and pulled out my erection. "I should punish you for being so bad. And for causing us one more minute."

"Oh yeah?" she asked, guiding me to her opening. "What are you going to do about it?"

Instead of answering her, I suddenly twirled her around. I pulled her hands up over her head, holding them in place. And then, without warning, I shoved myself into her ass. And when I shove, I go in deep. Erin gave a squeak, but pressed up against the wall, she was powerless to resist.

"Try not to scream," I whispered into her ear as I fucked her. She smiled in satisfaction.

I finished five minutes later. Yeah, I know, too fast for anything. We got dressed and she left, blowing me a kiss by the door. I know I wasn't able to give her the satisfaction she wanted, but we really couldn't stay at it for too long. Besides, if all goes well, then I would be able to give her all the love that she needs for the rest of our lives.

My friend Taehyung once told me that "accidents" are overrated. He said that every day, accidents happen, we just don't know it. Or we don't notice it because we're so used to it and only the grave ones stand out. He's always had a unique way of thinking, and this was one of the things he used to expound on endlessly and I would just nod along. For me, accidents are always a bad thing. It's in their nature. Otherwise, it wouldn't be called one, right?

But, now, I don't know. I smirked at the empty room. Maybe Taehyung was right. Not all accidents are bad. It could also be for the better. You just have to know how to make a wife out of it.